ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ

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"Punished for passion, my heart beats to the rhythm of gears."

The last few of Machinists.

N/SFW (Dark themes warning)

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𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟.

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤.

𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗼𝗰

It might work on Hava, too, since her and Ezra fight for the love of the game, but Eve doesn't engage in mutual mental deficiency.

Creating a disruption field around himself.

"What're these creatures?"

It's very easy to provoke Ezra into a mindless brawl, it's what he likes doing.

He's got the endurance, durability, and striking power to make it work in his favor.

Good luck with that bitch LOL

"Could she be corrupted like the others?"

Retracting his wings.

"How strong is she?"

Stopping and descending.

"What's wrong here?"

Ezra clips its wings with the blasts from his eyes, jumping into the air and sprouting wings.

Sticking his fingers out and charging them with electricity.

His eyes glow for a moment, aiming upwards.

Ezra doesn’t say anything, assuming she feels what he's feeling.

Following along.

Clueless.

He switches up his strategy, hitting them with formless spheres that carry them into the air and disintegrate them.

Ezra switches on his mental link, but it doesn't reach outside of Avalon.

Same thing as that beast...

Ezra blows them away with blasts of energy, splitting himself into many parts to get as many as he can.

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》I’LL WRITHE.
》I’LL SCREAM.
》AND WHEN I’M DONE, I’LL BARE MY TEETH.
》YOUR RULES WILL NOT KEEP ME DOWN,
》FOR TO TRULY SMILE, YOU MUST FIRST MASTER THE FROWN.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

》IT’S A FICKLE THING,
BUT I’LL DRAW MY OWN DAMN LINES AND SIT HUMBLY BETWEEN.

"𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢.

. . .

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢ß𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡."

His body destabilizes rather suddenly, the fear of what feels like thousands of people hitting him like a tsunami.

Ezra turns, reshaping his body and flying towards the closest sign of distress.

"...never moved that fast unprotected before..."

Ezra recomposes, though.

"That's cool, though."

It's Pride Month, that's right. Gay people today.

// "because she ain't a person" - ezra referring to kongo

Happy Pride.

No matter who you are, how you identify, you are valid and loved.

// i just started watching death note actually

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"𝕳𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖔𝖔 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌!"

critters, or trigger traps from a safe distance.

This piece of paper might have even greater capabilities than him.

Ezra is enamored by the abilities of this sheet, but his symbiotic friend keeps him moving and slashes away any ambushing monsters.

"Rebecca, is there anything you don't like about yourself?"

His tendrils whip and slash away-