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Antagonist / Protagonist dynamics I like!

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Cale simultaneously gives off the energy of a student that completes all their assignments weeks in advance, a student that procrastinates and speedruns everything the hour before the deadline, and a student that does not work but still aces every class

D&D Character Alignment Charts for Dummies

Normal

Defined by Lawful Good

Defined by Chaotic Good

Defined by Lawful Evil

Defined by Chaotic Evil

Defined by True Neutral

Defined by Philosophic Theist

Sans sweep was so powerful the residual shockwaves accidentally killed the fucking queen

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The best quality a fictional man can have is being deeply, pathetically, wretchedly in love with someone, I think

choose your protag..... YOU COULD WRITE A SUPER LONG META ESSAY COMPARING/CONTRASTING THESE 2 BUT I WANTED TO MAKE A SHITPOST FORGIVE ME🤧✌️

Me with them

This is Sirius with Remus

Inspired by @bardbts tweet but I made a drabble

“You look stressed.” 20-year-old Kim Rok Soo turned to his counterpart. Everyone assumed it was the one clad on the commander uniform but his eyes were on the white-haired priest.

“Why are you stressed? He’s the one with a war.” Short-haired Cale motioned to the other him that had long red hair reaching his shoulders. Cale just grunted, arms crossed, his mind running miles per hour with calculations and battle plans revolving.

“I have an image to maintain.” Priest Cale answered, not removing the smile from his face, but his lips twitched like it was annoying.

“I stole cookies from the White Star!” A basket full of cookies dumped onto the table before Naru strode over to sit on Kim Rok Soo’s lap. “Bastard keeps pestering me to call him uncle. I wanted to burn that entire room with him.”

“Why are you sitting on my lap?” Kim Rok Soo raised an eyebrow. 

“There is no space.” Naru patted his lap, already munching on a cookie. 

Kim Rok Soo just shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the empty stool in the corner, before his hand reached out to take the cookie Cale offered him.