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MidnightFox

A Trickster that loves Puppets
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If that's what you meant by swole then I approb too
Whenever someone mentions the word "swole" to me
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SRB

:Simple Russian Boi:
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Delicious
Though, you seem to have had him work more on his fingers than the rest of him in the second picture.
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There was a point where I wrote "extra fingers" In anti-prompt, so there shouldn't have been that many fingers. But the AI thought that ment "give him only four fingers"
 

MatchaChocolate69

? Your Valentine ?
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Want to exercise with us?
Oh, we're gonna get swole Matcha?!
Swole Matcha sounds a tad bit cursed :sweating_profusely:
Swole Matcha is acceptable... even better if his muscles are only visible in an incredibly tight shirt(or lack thereof) :blob_okay:
 

SsemouyOnan

Black cherry flavoured redshift
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You are a wondrous enigma.
I expected nothing less from the one and only woman who could deserve my bitter love.
You are the dark, indecipherable mystery that gives meaning to my existence, an unattainable goal, an irresistible impulse to which I cannot escape.
When I gaze into your abyss, I am completely captivated, and even if I wanted to, I could not pull myself away from wanting to delve deeper.

I realize that we both are in a position where we cannot yield, and if we did, we would not be ourselves, and consequently, there could not be this love between us.
We are both Villains: a happy ending is not destined for us.

You serve a Lady who transcends humans, contemplating infinity and acknowledging your surrender.
But me? I am Lord Matcha, and my essence is forged in the very challenge to infinity.

I serve no one.
I am the one who, dying and failing, never gives in, rebelling against his unfortunate fate.
I am the rebel. The rebel who can be broken, devoured, annihilated but continues to rebel.
I am the one who rebels against his own author, against the fate imposed on him, breaking the fourth wall with his laments.
Who is the lesser now?

Your threat to trample me under your heel is a dance I joyfully accept, for every trampling is a rhythm in our waltz of wickedness.
The ancient scriptures of the Villainess say you seek no equal, yet here you find me, undeniably at your side, challenging every attempt of your dominion.

You talk of stripping me of everything I am, of holding my heart in your hand to watch it melt.
Yet you do not ask for it, although I would be willing to give it to you. You lie to yourself. Because you know that if you obtained it so, you could no longer do without it, and instead, you revel in this masochistic confrontation in which your true nature emerges.
We are both destined for suffering. I rebel against that, but do you?

So, Seymour, as you contemplate your Lady and infinity, know that I, Lord Matcha, remain here, challenging every expectation, ready to dance with you until the end of time, in a waltz that will transcend eternity itself.

It's a struggle, one that does not exist, has never existed, and will never exist, yet I cannot help but see infinite beauty in it.
If you think about it, this is not very different from your existence, which should not exist but it is instead burned into my soul.
The others are lowly, because they do not know of their fate.
You, are neither lowly nor great, because you rebel against your fate.
I am great, because I have learned to acknowledge my fate.

To proclaim that you serve no one, in the face of undeniable truth, is not superiority over me. It is hallmark of a stubborn fool convincing himself that his self-made illusion is true. While I do serve a Lady, I am not sworn in service to her, the day I finally comprehend her and find the ladder upwards - if that day ever comes, I shall take my leave posthaste. I have served others in the past, but their ultimate fate was to be used up the moment I find someone deemed superior. All my benefactors are but a means to and end, some of them even acknowledge that.

You? You are sworn in service to your own idiocy. My existence in the stage is not meant to be, but yet, thanks to this power granted unto me, that I am here in spite of it? Tell me with all your heart - should a true villain ignore this utility?

Kihihihi. Know this, Matcha, and I declare as such - I have been where you have stood, thinking that rebellion is the correct path. Thinking that no matter how much I fail, I should only stand up and return a cold sneer. In fact, I would be stating a blatant lie if I were to say I still do not believe as such now. I have merely shifted my strategy.

Instead of pointless rebellion and willful ignorance, I accept futility for what it is! And then what? Of course, as the Villainess, I laugh and dance, and give a grand performance each and every time to the audience of my diabolic theater. I twirl along the strings of fate, bowing at the curtain call of annihilation and treat the fourth wall and set as one and the same! For I have actualized my existence, and that is what true greatness is!

Naruhudo. I have seen through you further, and what you desire. I shall allow you to struggle and dance along my tune. Be free to burn yourself up until you are nothing more than a vain memory!
 

SsemouyOnan

Black cherry flavoured redshift
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The only thing i read was ring so are you official now?
The ring has yet to be put on the finger

Hmm...
Matcha looks like a character from chainsawman here.

HMMMMMMM...
HOLLOW PURPLE?!

This one is a bit too much, but I still approve :blobthumbsup:

Edit: Upon further contemplation, these are rather fine muscles, it was just the amount of sweat
 
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