dead hearts are everywhere.

it's hard to know that you still care.

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     :: ✿ :: “I’m!                          So!                               Tired!”

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rega.

〖 ✧ “… I thought that was what I was supposed to ask…” Eyebrows furrow into an expression of confusion, a hand raising to brush strands of hair out their eyesight that simply fell back into place.

“Either way, it’s… good to ask, right?” ✧ 〗

     :: ✿ :: “Ah...—... I guess so..?” Not so accustomed to being the askee as opposed to the asker. How awkward. “Mm... but now that you mention it... I am sort of tired? I guess...” Lips slant in a dissatisfied angle, to express her discomfort. “But I can’t! I refuse.” 

Sleep is for the weak, after all. (and she was so, very not weak)

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rega.

〖 ✧ “Me? I’m fine. On the inside and out.” Rega replies dully, waving a hand in a manner of dismissal. What a loving mother they were, truly.

Casting their gaze away from her, they appear contemplative for a moment before returning to meeting Nancy’s eye, sighing and folding their arms at their chest, head tilting just a bit to the side. “Are you alright?” ✧ 〗

      :: ✿ :: “Ah, that’s good!” Relief peppers her expression, glistening back onto their beloved mother. It’s evident, through the compassion that Rega’s children possessed for them, that they were a wondrous parent deserving of recognizance. 

She was beyond lucky to be in their care.

“Ehhh—is this a trick question...?” Confusion clouds her dark eyes, and eyebrows quirk with curiosity. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

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rega.

〖 ✧ “You know, Nancy, this only works if it’s something I’d be embarrassed over. Otherwise you’re just spreading the truth, which I’ve no problem with.” 〗

    ✿ :: “Geeeez, way to shut me down!” She elicits an exaggerated, defeated sigh. She should know better, Rega always lays down the cold, hard truth. “...Are you alright, though?”

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     ✿ :: “Rega’s gay, pass it on!”

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     “It’s been a while... hasn’t it..?”

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           ”But can you?” War flashbacks to constantly getting hurt by Sorren’s smexy.                          “Listen, we have to run.”

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       ‹ ☣ › ; "I--if you're there to support me, I can do anything.....!" Cue dramatic posing and crocodile tears.                                   "L...lana... will you take me away?"                                                      (take me away)                                                     (a secret place...)                                                     (a sweet escape...!)

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          —- silently supporting my wife nyancers from the shadows

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        ‹ ☣ › ; "What the fuck? You dont think I can handle Sorren's smexiness?" Hurt and offended by her beloved dearest.

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❝ Take a wild guess!! ❞

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        ‹ ☣ › ; "... This is Auguste's fault isn't it. Has he not been hurting you enough....or something?" She'll never understand these gorefrickers.

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❝ What’re you gonna do? Stab me? ❞

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         ‹ ☣ › ; "Is that a dare?" A brief pause before appending, "Or is this to feed your gorefricking needs?"

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smexyren.

❝ Left Shark is so smexy, am I right? ❞

          ‹ ☣ › ; "I'm calling the cops right now--                                              --And an exorcist."

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❝ Sooooo not smexy, Nyancy. ❞

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           ‹ ☣ › ; "Wh--what the fuck."

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            ‹ ☣ › ; "--Boo?"

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             ‹ ☣ › ; — Furiously eats cake for breakfast.

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     ”First of all, how dare you,” she begins, tired because it’s 3 am and she is Weak. “Secondly, we’re heterostraights! (according to everyone else and Nancy herself)” There is no seme in this relationship. Only two 12 year old uke(leles). If they were to be swords, they’d both be fucking tantous— no, make that twin tantous. just not bowlcut A or B they’re not as beautiful as us         “Only the pretty ones, okay? I’m shallow—”

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              ‹ ☣ › ; -- Sudden himedere activation! (if you're the princess, can i be your prince? `v`) "Heterostraight, huh." Well, it's true, she supposes. Even so, what could ever stop her from loving her waifu?! Nothing! If they were manifested as swords, she was sure they'd frickle a gorgeous pair of twins (pls do not discriminate against bowlcuts). "But of course!" They were both as equally shallow, anyways. "We've gotta do our very best like no one ever was, to catch them is our real task, to train them is our cause--"

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       T S U N   M O D E  A C T I V A T E D      ”N-Nancy—-!?!” Mnnnn— too much love! Too delicious! (I’m never buying one of Sandra Lee’s products again) She flails, she squirms, but how the fuck do you leave this flesh prison?               Can’t resist the wife or she’ll be sleeping on the couch again, though..    ”Once new servers come out, we’ll fuck them together, right?” 

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   ‹☣› ; "Could it be...... you've fallen in love with me again?" That's right, just take it, take it, take it.... (just as Sandra Lee instructed). She must prove that she is truly the seme in the relationship, after all (what is innocent uke, anyways).      A gasp.  "Oh shit, right!" A moment of realization, everyone. "We've gotta frickle them all! Every single one of them! With full force!" Minus the baras, of course.

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        “Nancy….” Squishes her waifu within her hug, blush appearing.

                   ”I want to marry a sword. Or 500.”

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   ‹☣› ; "Lana...." Reciprocates the squishy hug with excited fingers; mmmm delicious, delicious, delicious, delicious... (Sandra Lee would be proud)       "M-me too! Let's both shove swords up our asses, okay?" A brief pause, and to be romantic, she appends the word, "--Together."