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legs trembling, throat burning crying too much she used to be me. at least, did she? ♥♥ self-insert rp ! 15 | #atlanatic

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 「”Cool! Hey, I’m alive again!” Still missing the sweet embrace of death tho...」

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( atlanatic  liked for a starter !! )

                                                             ( Aiguille et Fil )

❝ You’re not making  any sense                   whatsoever! ❞

       ✦ :: "Huh? What do you mean?"                       Her head tilts at an angle, confused. "Soo much pink.... I'm not dreaming, am I?!"

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>O<!!:

       ‹ ☣ › ; "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…!)

            "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU U---" Oh. Wrong song, sorry!                      Clearing her throat out once, maybe twice, she continues, "Of course! We still have to go on our honeymoon, after all!" ....but where is their honeymoon?

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uwu:

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

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

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Veectim:

        {♪} —; “Lana no! Don’t do it! It will Lana us in jail! It wouldn’t go according to your plana! Please I beg you!”

       "Vee, LISTEN!! I gotta believee in myself, okay!? " slooooowly wraps in round #1 of duct tape. "Also, you need to sleep!!" ...slowly duct tapes Vee onto nearby pillow...

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          --- silently supporting my wife nyancers from the shadows

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E-Vee:

         {♪} —; “Like the cutest one ever.” breaks out into song. "Lana! Lana, Lana, bo bana, bana fana, fo fana, fee fi mo mana—Lana!"

         "Definitely the cutest one ever." slowly takes out duct tape. "But that amount of puns is illegal so I'm gonna have to arrest you! Sorry but I don't make the rules--"

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Vee:

         {♪} —; “You found…me? I found..Lanyou.”

      "Vee? Me??              I found an Eevee?" 

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     "I found Vee?"

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waifu:

              ‹ ☣ › ; — 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—"

       →  random event(!):  sudden dokidokis for waifu!                                     (yes of course, anything for you `v`)

"Well, we are. Theoretically, anyways." 70% platonic at best. Not sure what the other 30% is, but there's some romance (or bromance!?!) involved. Just like a certain pair of swords (please they are ugly, but still my sons). "And perhaps one day we'll catch the legendary Jiji??" Speaking of which, where did that grandpa go? Grandpa was too strong; their prayer circles were much too powerful and now grandpa has escaped out of the forge and is never coming home from the war.

They must run. 

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    Deft fingers, light yet foreboding. They are mere, obedient little workers, cruising through cold-cut steel and coolants, the frost of the blade in progress casting an ever-so daunting miasma. She only permits brisk coughs and three second pauses-- if she were to ever hone her forging skills (to be the very best! like no one ever was!) then the sweat and blood and tears absolutely must be worth it!          A breeze leaves her lithe lips, a blow to the baby embers.

                         And so they rise.

      "Did I.... finally do it?!" Surprise manifests into a high-pitched squeal, flinches adding onto her trembling hands. Dear god, let it at least be any sword easier on the eyes.... She prays, tiny frame quivering in the steam, bitter flashbacks to the disappointment of Bowlcut A. Nonetheless, the tantou was still a part of her heart, a reminder of the effort she'd put in. It would do no good to greet her own creation with a frown, now, would it?             Chin up, buttercup! "Um! Good morning! My name is Lana and I guess I will be your new Saniwa? Oh! It must be hot coming out from there so I also got you a glass of water! Also, um..." Trailing off, she's tongue-tied. How exactly do you introduce yourself to a sword??

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PERSONALLY OFFENDED BY MYSELF

        “Who the f—-" Eyes widen, surprises galore.                          “Do I know you?”

        "Eeeeehhh--- !?"               A thorn to the heart! How dare her own daughter attack her like this! Both of them were finally alive and well, and this happens?! Fingers clutch at her heart, a sinking feeling of despair worming into her.

     "After all I've done for you, this is all you repay me with!?"

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    Cue the dramatic reunion music! "My precious....

                                                     YUKACHAN--!!"

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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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     "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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   ‹☣› ; "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.”

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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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   ☣ ; "—LANA!!(?!)”                    And down she goes, crashing down within her waifu’s grasp.

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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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        "Nancy....                MY FUCKING WIFE....!!" Down she goes on the poor girl. RIP