‎ Cold out. . . ‎

‎ ‎ Humans, deities, and everyone who lies in between. I care little for any of them, nor do I care for the blood they will inevitably spill. For as long as it isn’t /hers/, my duty is not over yet. ‎

‎ Another day she remains. ‎

‎ ( resting within boiling water, seemingly perfectly fine. ) ‎

‎ You can’t just say you “want to kill someone” and then get picky when perfectly good prey is offered to you. Figure it out yourself, then. ‎

‎ Humans are a species, so no. ‎

‎ I hate you and your kind. ‎

‎ I vote the pink one, then. ‎

‎ I vote the one with the goggles. ‎

‎ Ew. Why is that one trying to speak to me. ‎

‎ It wouldn’t be a wise decision if the insects that walk the earth were any more than that. But they are not. So I say, squash away. ‎

‎ Why not ? ‎

‎ We /do/ have our needs. . . ‎

‎ No, I’m /not/ engaging in this tradition. ‎

‎ My wounds have healed seamlessly. Again. ( the paladin kneels onto the ground, gently peeling their helmet from their profile— allowing it to rest just in front of their knees. ) But she remains still. . . Must I cut the flesh out entirely? ‎

‎ So loud in here. ‎

‎ So then, who exactly are /you/? ‎

‎ You lot don’t deserve to know my name. ‎

‎ I see. So this curse is exclusive to myself, then. I’ve never been more thrilled. ( There, I did it. ) ‎

‎ That depends on who you ask, and whose mark you bear. ‎

‎ No— not when there is still ample work to be done. ‎

‎ Did I hurt your /feelings/ ? If you’ve rightfully earned that stench, you better speak of it proudly. ‎

‎ Something smells strange. ‎

‎ ‎ . . . ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ . . . ‎ Go on, speak. ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ this smell. . . she still lives within these wretched beings. no, this will not do. ‎

‎ ‎ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓— 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇. ‎ ‎

riot . flipping to an oc cuz why not

‎ SO TRUE!!! HUMANS PISS ME OFF ‎

‎ EWWWW GROSS FIGHTING FOR LOVE EEEEWWWWW ‎

‎ typeth shittington ‎

‎ based for that ‎

‎ I WISH FOR RIBS ! ! ! ‎

‎ the ultimate toast is ok. i prefer fresh meat. ‎

‎ mayhaps your “ultimate toast” is to blame. . . house flies do tend to be attracted to the sweetness of jam. ‎

‎ ‘TIS YOU WHO IS ATTRACTING SAID PESTS, DENJI ! there was one RIGHT UPON YOUR VISAGE— and i was merely EXTERMINATING IT. ( putting her hands proudly upon her hips. ) ‎

i’m on display for all you fuckers to look at. #DANGANRONPARP #DRRP #MVRP