Mysticalgothcookiesoul - Pineapples

I love this man with my entire heart and soul

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The Hearse

Follow the afterlife's carriage,

Down the winding roads and through each eerie passage,

A melancholy pilgrimage, weeps and prayers fill the air,

Solemn people on the mourners' trail, all with woeful stares,

They embrace the beauty of decay,

A beautiful, lamentable display,

In the final reveal, it's Myself they see confined,

It is me that they grieve for, and the life I've left behind.

- Kat Hollow, 5/5/2024

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Alex was widely known as a formidable figure—sharp, calculating and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that surrounded them. As the top negotiator for a prominent corporation, Alex's reputation for ruthless efficiency preceded them in every boardroom and back alley they came across. Few dared to cross paths with Alex and even fewer earned their respect.

Maya on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air in the dull city, a vibrant soul with an infectious laugh that could brighten even the dreariest of days. Maya thrived on the thrill of life, navigating through social circles with ease and leaving behind a trail of smiles wherever she went. But beneath her joyful exterior lay a streak of selfishness, an unspoken desire to put her own happiness above all else.

Fate intervened one evening at Lumina's annual gala, where the city's elite gathered. Amid the opulence and chatter, a sudden power outage plunged the grand event into darkness. Panic ensued as guests fumbled in the pitch-black corridors. Alex, unperturbed by the chaos, calmly made their way towards the malfunctioning elevator, seeking refuge from the commotion.

Unbeknownst to Alex, Maya had found herself in the same predicament. Her radiant smile, usually undimmed, faltered in the darkness. As the elevator doors closed, sealing them together in a confined space, Maya's unease was palpable.

"Great," Maya muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and nervousness. "Stuck in an elevator during a blackout. Just perfect."

Alex, standing stoically beside her, barely acknowledged the complaint. Instead, they assessed the situation with a cool efficiency that Maya found both intimidating and intriguing.

"Relax," Alex said, their voice steady. "We'll be out soon enough."

Maya, surprised by the calm assurance, couldn't help but be curious. She glanced at Alex, noticing the determination etched in their expression. Despite their aloof demeanor, there was something compelling about Alex—a hidden depth that piqued Maya's interest.

As minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Alex's composed demeanor remained unwavering. Maya, feeling a sense of admiration mixed with relief, decided to break the tense silence.

"You seem like you've been in situations like this before," Maya remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Alex's lips quirked slightly, a hint of amusement softening their stern features. "A few times," they admitted. "It comes with the territory."

Maya grinned, her usual spark returning. "Well, lucky for me, I'm stuck with an expert."

In that unexpected moment of camaraderie, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, a connection sparked between them—a connection that would set the stage for a remarkable journey. A journey that neither of them were ready for.

Polites. Polites I fucking love you. I love you, I have always loved you and I will always love you.

If there are one million Polites fans, I am one of them.

If there is one Polites fan, that is me.

If there are no polites fans, the very concept of my existence has been wiped from every universe and timeline.

No one could ever make me hate you polites, you can never do any wrong and you are perfect.

If Polites was alive during 'keep your friends close' then odysseus would have just been napping on polites lap and polites would be glaring at the crew like 'I may greet the world with open arms but I swear to the gods I will greet your face with my tightly closed fist if you try to get this bag open.' He would look at Eurylochus and go 'Try me, I dare you. Try and get this bag open and see how well that goes for you. I swear Eury, do NOT test me.'

Polites > everyone else ever