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[narcasse]

617 words of quasi-incest later and I find that I’m not writing a comedic piece anymore.
Our protagonist has some very deep-seated issues about filial duty, the track I’m listening to makes me feel irrationally not sad, not nostalgic, not wistful but something almost similar and suddenly there are not enough plush-shoggoths in all the world for me to hug to make it any better.

Except... I did have a hog roast in a bun earlier today. Hurrah for farmers’ markets. So that does improve things somewhat.

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[finferwen.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Sucks when that happens, and it must be bad if even a pig sandwich can't cheer you up. How about a plush Ludwig in a dress? He's not as tentacle-y as a stuffed shoggoth, but he would looks frightfully put out at being chibified and stuffed. *hugs for you*

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

The sad thing here is that my brain fixated on the word ‘stuffed’ and I sniggered. I do not think that the words ‘stuffed’ and ‘Ludwig’ belong in the same sentence in my head as they do for most people.
And the label on my plush shoggoth says “To prevent product migration do not wash by hand or machine.” So plush-shoggoths, like Orpherus, evidently do not like to get wet or they run away or something.

But yes, as you can see I’m somewhat less coherent but cheerier due to having slept on it only to discover that Meine Liebe and Revolutionary Girl Utena are trying to merge into one series in my head.

*takes the hugs and adds them to his coffee*
It’ll taste better that way. *nod, nod*

[nekonexus.livejournal.com]

*random hugs*

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

*hugs you too*