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Literature

Miu's Bubbly Experiment Gone Wrong

The Ultimate Inventor waited impatiently within her laboratory that Hope’s Peak Academy was so generous to provide her with. Her little den ever since it’d been loaned to her had essentially become her second home, filled with electronics, tools, and a small assortment of her… ahem, toys. The lustful Miu Iruma could never be seen without at least one of those three things somewhere on her. She was waiting for her classmates to stop by as she had prepared a special presentation. She invited all of them to a special unveiling to a new concoction she’s been brewing for the past couple weeks. Normally she never tried to branch off to producing something that wasn’t mechanical, but she saw a huge problem in society that simply HAD to be addressed and fixed and she believed that she’d found just the solution. Unfortunately, time went by and nobody ever stopped by her lab. Who could blame them? Anybody who knew Miu’s reputation would be wise to opt out of anything involving her. The

Literature

Food Therapy 3: Group Session

A week later, Lily found herself back in the waiting room. This week she was scheduled for a group session with three other girls her age. She was pretty anxious; being a glutton around Dr. Hilton was one thing, but doing it with her peers was another thing entirely. “Hey, Lily!” Dr. Hilton called, beckoning Lily into the hall. Lily nervously got up and followed Dr. Hilton. “So Lily, today is your group session,” Dr. Hilton happily said, leading Lily further down the hallway than normal. “Don’t worry at all, there’s no pressure in here. Just so you know, most patients like to stay naked their entire session. You can do whatever you’d like. Also, the girls here are a little more experienced than you, so don’t feel like you have to keep up or overdo it. And like I said last week, we offer any services you’d like here at the Culinary Clinic, so things might go differently later on. Partake in whatever you’re comfortable doing.” Lily’s mouth went dry as Dr. Hilton confirmed what she had

Literature

Food Therapy 2: A Big Dessert

During the week after her first appointment with Dr. Hilton, Lily often fantasized about the experience. It seemed like a lifetime between the Thursday sessions, but at long last she was waiting in the lobby again. Her head instantly snapped towards the door as it creaked open. She knew it was Dr. Hilton, but she waited for her name to be called before hopping out of her seat. “Hey Lily!” Dr. Hilton cheerfully greeted her. “Hi!” Lily said. “I didn’t have time to tell you last session,” Dr Hilton said as they walked down the hall filled with the heavenly smell, “But you had an amazing result of five and a half pounds!” “That’s good?” Lily asked, her heart burning with pride. “It’s killer! However, the goal is to consistently improve, so it sets the bar high.” Lily stepped onto the scale, eager to see if it had changed at all. “125, so half a pound gain.” Dr. Hilton said, marking it down on her notepad. Lily’s excitement was nearly causing her to quiver as they entered the exam room

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Literature

interior design for broken homes

i. here in isolation, we begin the fallout. everything around us makes us pull the knives out. once i turned to you when all the world was making chaos sounds; now we run away and run our ships aground, entire days lost. what cost can be discerned of loss and lives set fire? churn my stomach into wreckage, lover. what will we have learned? ii. as the night evades, we are tyrants in our ruling places. color me so purple that the worries fall up into space. ardor isn't earned, it is the currency of loneliness. i'm spent. iii. i've spent the last three days in solitude, a quiet i can't place now that it's over; what a melody is overbearing noise! no choice stings quite like you, and no regret is louder than the truth. up on the roof, the rain gives all of us illusions: we are not what we believe to be revealed. iv. if i had to explain it— and someday i worry i will— i would first look for paper, pen, mercy. v. the blueprint of a heart is volatile; everyone knows but no one

Literature

Prayer

the last time I was in a chapel I got a nosebleed at the start of when peace like a river I don’t get nosebleeds I took it as a sign I retreat inside my skin not because it’s safer but because I know this temple was built to withstand the burning spirit that inhabits it these windows shatterproof these walls flame resistant at home I make my own stained-glass busted mirror —pools of silver crimson-dipped fractals of my busted fist repeated my mother always said I had too much fire in me I am a fire sign after all what did she expect I contain it within myself no, I try when I open my mouth embers erupt I catch the

Literature

Rats

I’m sat here in this heat, little one, trying to find the poison. It is the thread between me and you? The thick blood in our veins, slowly killing us even as it keeps us alive? When the time comes, if I can will I? You will not thank me, little one, you do not have to. To give one’s life is one thing, reputation and honour another. Can I do the right thing in the dark, when no one will see? Or am I no better than the rest? I keep asking why this is us, little one, or if this is us at all. In the 70s the rats escaped the cage only to lock us in it.

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FearlessFlyer

Published: Sep 1, 2013

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practicing with new brushes i think? i honestly don't know what this is oops
super fun to draw though !

definitely wtnv inspired, that color scheme i love

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HappyHS

Sep 2, 2013

ahhh wtnv

i'm not that far into it, actually I kinda put it on the backburner because i'm trying to get through SNK - which is giving me so many feels I can't even

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