Even my man-friends?

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Yes, boys and girls.  It isn't just women who rage at the Doomster.  Oh, I understand artistic license, romantic notions, and lots of other fruity tooty.  I entertain the heck out of those myself.  But... never misjudge me.  If I see you floating on air, and outside of reason, I'm pulling out my blow dart and taking aim.  And I don't miss.  I told you, I am a bastard.  I also told you that I won't lie to you.  If I think you need a dose of the truth(tm), hold on.  It's gonna hurt.  But, be you a friend of mine, I am your bastard.  If, sometimes, a friend you would rather not have.  I've mentioned that, too, before.

Although, sometimes the feedback I get can be a little raw.  Knowing how sensitive I am about these things, you can probably guess my reaction.  *Oh tat tickles!  Quit it!  ahahaha ehehehehe ohoheheheahaha*

The good thing is, those who are in my circle... have learned through fire.  This shepherd of fire has earned some trust, some room for a bit of forgiveness if some see that need, and some things around and about allowing the friendships to last through rough spots.  And, actually, while it may not always seem like it, I have certainly learned to tap, rather than smash, with my various forms of mjolnir.  It may not seem like it, always.  You'll just have to trust me.  If I want to crack you to the soul, and not just into your psyche?  Done.  Still, spare the rod, spoil the boy.  I am simply not into spoilage.

You know, for an old, mostly dead, supposedly "out of it" old fart, I still have some whip action and potency left.  You should have known me when I was younger, stronger, and much more careless and carefree.  *CRACK*  I left mortals bleeding, gasping, writhing, in my tracks, and those were the ones I loved.  I trained them, taught them, hurt them, loved them, but...  Yeah... Never mind.  You wonder why I, sometimes, question how you all can remain friends... with an ogre.  Oh, no worries.  I'll remind you of why I wonder ever so occasionally.  Take it as a love tap, and since it won't kill you, let it make you stronger.  If you can, and see me in just such a situation?  Do me the same favor, innit.

Sure, I'm no longer a bad boy.  Mostly.  But that doesn't mean I don't know the particulars.  I've got some things as zeroed as those of flesh can.  Which, in some ways, is more than any angel, fallen or in graces, ever will.  Yeah, I can and do instruct, even if just for theory atm and for the most part.  Yum!
h/t Ace of Spades HQ (from long ago, I do believe)