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Fuck off.

Ṕ̷̨̢̨̡̨̢̢̡̨̡̛̛͚̲̠̦̖̺̳̪̝͕̝̻͚̗͇̝̫̤̥̦͈̺̗͔͈̰̝̰͉͖̮̩̦͓̹͕̲̮̘̖͇̗͚̹͎̩͚̼̥̬̹̭̭̟̬̙̦̱̮͖̝̮͉̫̝̹͎̦͕̣͉̤̬̘̤̹̝͎͇͓̜̫͚̗͉͔̺̤̤̟͉̬̔̍̍̀͆́̋̉͊̉̅̌̐̈́̇̆̓̿̈́̑̈̀̈́͆̆̿̍̆̊̐̌̂̿̐̅͂̀̍̈̐͋͒̅̓̆͐̈́̀̎̈́̓̏͌̎͊͊̔̿̎́̎̈͛́̌̏̎͂̃͊͂͛̊̂͛̔̒̈͘̚̚͘̚͘͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅ'̸̨̡̨̡̡̧̨̢̡̧̧̨̢̧̡̢̛̻̼̬̺̘̺̰̤͍͉̹̝̱̠̹̮̼͉̮̦͙͚͔̙͙͚̙̜̘̤̦̘̟̮̞̘̞̬̱̗̫̥̦̟̳̳̪̖̣̭͚̤̜̠͓̣͇̘͔̯͉͈̭̬͔̱̝̳̠̣̻͎͚͙̲...

Two bodies lay in the temple. It was right that they not stir. Disturbing them would be an error.

G̷̨̧̛̛͈̳̞̦͕̯͍͔̠̟̦̹̼̪̭͎̗͓̱͙̳̙̟̣͔̱͎͍̠̓͒̓͑͋̋͂͂͗̈́̆̈̾̊͊̎̓́̇̈́͊̓͛̐̓͋̌͗̇͐̀̈́̾͌͐͊̀̀͐̆͗̈́̅̆̓͂̍̐̈͋͋̃̈͐͌̾̉͆͘̚̕͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ͅơ̷̢̢̨̨̡̧̡̢̨̡̧̧̨̛̲̮̳̫̻̣̩͕̗̱͓̯̳̮͎̟̝̙̭̯͈̜̫̤͖͔͇̻̹̺̲̥̮̻̜̲̥͉̮̘̻̠̳̰̥͎̪̬͕̝̩̮̥̫̪̱̣̝̣̳͕̬̗̣̗͚̝̭͈̲̬͓͉̙͕̠͇̝͙̬̰̥̺͈̘̲͖͉̹̍̑̔̈́̍̎̃̃͊̈̇́͌͊̈́̓̋͌̀̿͗̍̌̅̆̍͆͗͐̈̄̓̔̇͛͗̅̋̉͂̓́̀̃͋̀̕͘̕͘͜͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅţ̵̨̧̧̨̨̨̛̛̣͓̥̺͙̯͓̲̗͎̲͔̯̦̜...

There was nothing in way of a response. There was nothing requiring a response. There will be nothing further.

Blaise did not have time to register their victory, such as it could be named, before a heap of dead weight came crashing down on top of them. To be quite clear there was time. So much time. It would have been possible to have moved while they took the shot assuming the level of competence that it t...

((Marco Hart Continued From The View From Halfway Down )) It got dark quick after he left the garden, or he got back slow. He hadn't looked at the sky since he left Marceline behind. Marco's head stayed on a swivel, the experience hadn't shook him so much that he was going to throw his life away sho...

I sorta wish that we could've been friends before all this. Fitting enough that the last words she spoke were the ones that stuck to his mind, though in fairness they were already there in vague form. Marco would not dare shape the alternate possibilities of Marceline Carlson, he did not know her w...

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Marco let Marceline hold his gaze through her explanation. The urge to look away was powerful but his attention seemed important to her. It was how she decided she wanted her life to end. He had offered her that choice. He would see it through to the finish. So he watched until she finished speaking...

It wouldn’t be long. Before he could recoil at the whiplash of her request he had to remind himself that. Marceline had already lost a lot of blood, more than he’d seen since Kayla. He wouldn’t be so surprised if her grip on reality was already starting to slip and the wish for him to stay didn’t co...

Nice wasn't the word Marco would have chosen to describe watching someone die. Nicer on the relative scale to all that he could have done instead, but they hadn’t made their way to nice yet. Marceline was in a lot of pain, and the kindest thing he wasn’t doing was putting an end to it. Her conversat...

Conventional writing wisdom was that the moment the monster died should be full of catharsis for the audience if no one else. The blow could be anything from decisive to desperate, the spectacle of demise one explosive moment or a long, slow, certain torture, the hero left standing tall or gasping a...