(( he’s looking so remarkably… happy? But in the minds of the mentally deranged, what is it that brings happiness? Something truly grim and twisted, that is for sure….
wip sketch for a short, short plot comic that may upset some of you
(“you” being you and you only, Coco here goes~))
Dear person I hate
Taku gathered a pencil and paper, setting the paper down on his desk and gripping the pencil tightly in his hand. Pulling up a chair, he sat down in it and stared blankly down at the empty paper for quite a while, before finally leaning his chair on its back legs and staring out the window for a while. When he finally collected his thoughts he leaned down to write, only for the pencil to snap in half between his fingers. He knew it would be hard, but not this hard.
Finally, he slid a pen across the table, clicked it open, and pressed pen to paper;
“Dear Person I Hate,
Damn you. Damn you to rot in fucking hell, where hideous demons like you belong. All I can hope for you is a violent, painful, excruciating death, as soon as possible. Believe me, not a single soul will mourn your wretched, evil life.
All those times you tried to kill me but failed like a fucking loser, you did succeed at one thing— killing my heart, my soul. I probably shouldn’t even tell you that, because it will bring you such great joy to know that somebody somewhere is suffering because of you. That is your favorite thing in the world, is it not? You probably like causing pain and mutilation more than you like your girlfriend that you’re so disgustingly obsessed with. Fuck y….”
Letting his pen drop to the desktop, he stood up and walked across the room, his eyes wide and crazy with the absolute purest form of hatred. Staring at a picture of a ditto he’d hung up and used as a dartboard, he violently ripped one of the sharp darts out and began to rigorously stab the poster, harder and harder, all over the smiling ditto’s blobby body, screaming all the while. Then, he pulled out the rest of the darts, roughly tossing them aside.
And finally, he let out a punch, the hardest he could, his hand disappearing into the wall like a knife through hot butter. Pulling it out, covered in powdery gray drywall and a bit of blood from cuts, he puffed the powder off with short breaths and ambled back across the room to his desk, sitting down and staring at the paper once again. Thankfully, he had punched with his non-dominant hand, so he picked the pen back up in his right hand and continued,
“Fuck you for purposely ruining my life, just because you take joy in other people’s suffering. Fuck you for stealing the girl I loved, ONLY because you knew I loved her, and you wanted to fucking annoy me by stealing her out from under me. You are literally despicable, evil, utterly disgusting creature I have ever had the displeasure to meet.
But above all else, above the torture and the beatings, the murder threats and the berating, or even the threats to kill everyone I love, the fucking worst thing you have done to me is take away my best fucking friend I ever had, and brainwashing her into hating me just as much as you do. I loved her more than you could ever even FATHOM loving her, you heartless, worthless piece of shit.
I will never be the same because of the way you purposely tortured my heart out of me. You’ve fucked me up for good. Nobody will ever love me again, because I’m no longer capable of loving, myself. That probably makes you so fucking happy, doesn’t it? You just love causing innocent people pain and suffering.
But get this: One day, I will find you, and I will. fucking. KILL. you. I won’t fail time and time again like you have, I will do it fucking right. I don’t even care who your death will hurt anymore. They don’t care about me, so I can’t care about them.
You’d better prepare yourself, Xerox, you worthless pile of fucking shit. My rage will end worlds.
That is all.
Taking one last look at what he had written, he grunted and furrowed his brow, taking the paper into his hands and crumpling it up into the tightest ball he could, staining the whiteness of the paper with his now heavily bleeding hand. Finally, he picked up a dart from the ground next to him and stabbed it through the paper, sealing the deal.
Then, his mind cleared, Taku simply stood up and walked out of the room.
letters to you
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
((/casually reblogs from self
gotta try to keep this blog alive or somethin. It’s like, all of my friends I made through this blog ditched me one by one, and I actually have friends over at shinypuddin, so it’s obviously the blog i’m going to visit more……))
((Omg I’m so sorry this was late~ But here is my half of our art trade Rin~! ;w;/ I hope I drew him right~ ;;;;;; *crying forever*))
((eeeeeeee thank you, he’s so cute!
and I don’t mind at all. after all, it’s always better late than never~))
masterofluff replied to your post:
He could take lessons from Zoro, who’s the embodiment of having a shitty lot in life and turning it around, eheh.
((well now you have me curious about Zoro’s past. Is there anywhere I could read up on it, or get an abridged version?
we should totally have them interact more. I can see Zoro taking on a mentor type role to Tak~))
PSA: Don’t let people godmod you!
sometimes I wish I could just press a bit ‘reset’ button on this whole character…
he wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. I had plans for him, and for his future, but I allowed his entire character to be destroyed by one major godmodder and a bunch of other lesser people whose characters were little shits to him
Taku used to be happy. Shocker. But I failed as a creator when I let one particularly lame, vicious person repeatedly godmod him into bad positions, and godmod him further so he was completely and utterly powerless in fights, and to tell anybody about his daily beatings. It was to the point where I powerlessly sat behind the keyboard and let some dickwad both continuously harass me over private messages AND dictate everything my character did, day after day for weeks, if not months. The only reason I didn’t speak out was because this person was both a.) more popular and well liked than me and b.) good buddies with the mods, so I knew they’d never believe me if I said they were being intentionally cruel and powerplaying.
I had to make my character respond to being repeatedly beaten to a pulp and having none of his friends care in the only way I found reasonable— feeling betrayed, worthless, losing trust in people. This is only furthered by the fact that every time he makes a single good friend, for whatever reason, that character’s mod always decides “nah I don’t like this character” and makes them disappear forever. I can’t just retcon every interaction he’s had with them, so it’s further broken him down to a pathetic, sniveling loser who doesn’t trust anybody because literally all that anybody does is hurt him in the end. (I wish these people would just fucking stop befriending my character and leading me on if they don’t want to be RPing their own character in the first place, but I have no control over other peoples’ actions….)
it wasn’t supposed to be like this. this is my psa to you all, don’t let people fucking godmod you. If they try to control your character without your permission, speak up to them, or tell somebody in charge!! it never ends well. your character could go from happy and well liked to a Taku in a matter of months. Don’t make the same mistakes I did, I beg of you.
buut it’s too late for me now. I’ve resigned to having to deal with how my own character has been completely bastardized, and I constantly try to think of ways to improve his condition and make him more fun for both me and all of you (but then people continue to shit on him and ruin everything aaaaahahahahh /dies) Wish me luck in this endeavor, I’m not about to give up yet!))
Taku dragged his steel-toed boots trough the sand, leaving jagged paths across the surface of the beach as he trudged along, head hanging low. The weather was slowly warming as the days passed, so he wore nothing but a t-shirt, his signature goggles and bandanna, and jeans,…
“Oh, hey, old man.” Taku responded, raising his hand in a motionless wave, without turning around. He had felt the vibrations through the sand indicating that he had company of some sort, combined with the roar of the motorbike echoing out over the ocean. Tugging on his bandanna, he finally turned to face the swampert man, his expression bored and nonchalant.
“So I guess you had to deal with my sister? Hopefully she wasn’t too rough on ya. If she called you ‘fool’, I promise she didn’t mean it— that’s just a habit of hers…” he said with a small sigh. “If you wanna meet ‘er, my house is just across the shore. But I’m not sure I’d recommend it, she’s a bit… rough around the edges.” he smiled and laughed quietly, gesturing toward the distant silhouette of a large, modern home on the horizon.
“So, um, is there any particular reason you wanted to meet up with me?” Taku said with the slight tilt of his head, tugging on his pink neck bandanna as per his many nervous habits. Something about the sheer manliness of the man standing opposite him was slightly intimidating to him, for reasons he didn’t quite understand. After all, he was just a weak little diglett— practically useless without the combined power of his siblings— facing a strong, large swampert with a type advantage. It was not as if he wanted a fight, but to be quite frank, he had no other ideas as to why this guy wanted to see him.