Some ... soup, maybe?

...what in darkness is that?

"This flower is for you! I hope it makes you happy!" #WutheringWavesRP #WuWaRP #MVRP

There are cracks in all things. Through these cracks the light seeps in. With the light I will find purchase on your very spirit. Spirit in hand, I shall bend you to my will. Rend away all of you that serves me none. I will corral the light; all light, into my very hands. And with the light...

I will cleanse all that oppose me.

At the very least, that's put an end to that incessant tearing up. Now she just- ❝ Tea...? ❞ She'd been denied a warm cup of chai for months now -- Oh, but this girl's hands - ! ❝ A splash of milk, a touch of sugar, and pour the tea just before it boils. Reclaim a spot amongst my graces, dear. ❞

Moons above, this girl was persistent... The kind hand of the tides was no longer applicable; time for a surge. ❝ Overcooked. Deprived of worth. Inedible. 𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. And no tears shed before me will ever amount to the meal lost. So you'd better save them, or bottle them for the salt content. ❞

❝ Burnt. Flavor profile buried 'neath ash and char. Improper seasoning. Visually unappealing. Unpleasant aroma. Horrid misuse of ingredients, which you might believe was thoroughly covered by prior flaws. However, the knowledge that said ingredients could've been better used is its own woe. ❞

internal monolog: i'm such a good person. i really do brighten up the room when I walk in, golly.

Oh, good. Her words landed appropriately then. ❝ Your enthusiasm is noted, and should we find a discipline more suited to your talents, then we'd be happy to employ you in that regard. However, until such a time? There's only so much good cookware between us all. Don't sully it again. ❞

❝ ... Mother, grant me your gift of tongues for a moment. ❞ How best to let this one down easy. . . ❝ You've created something here that offends my sensibilities. I imagine its taste will disrespect them even further. I said, 'Never do this again'. I meant cooking. In general. Never again. ❞

❝ Darling, I am always hungry. Yet, I hunger for sustenance... not ash and 'honest attempts'. ❞

❝ Never do this again. ❞

𝘖𝘩, 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

/ the kpop demon girls are in fortnite, which one should I buy? i have never seen the film

She need not have asked. There was almost an overwhelming air of 'locality' to him, he would blend into the foliage beyond him to the untrained eye. ❝ South...? Mother, I have misinterpreted your guidance. ❞ Close, even as close as she was, was still too far. He was slipping further away from her.

❝ Perhaps one day, when neither foe nor feast befall our sharp-ends, I will inquire as to just what madness belched you unto the realm, Hunter. ❞ For each and every word from his mouth called with it a rumbling of distant thunder. Not for sake of timbre, but for the weight of a storm held at bay.

/ i have my LAPTOP! I can just swivel my chair and use this, oh I'm fucking here!

Some idiot wizard: speak friend and enter... Mirelissi shoving that dope out of the way:

Kicking some too-tired failed guard around the stomach with her thigh, sending him tumbling headlong into a time-rotted wall and collapsing a building o'er his bell rung head. No cause nor justification. She just felt an urge to do something cruel.

/ post flight sickness, i'm at my desk sweating into my headset. if you see me today, send me a pepto. bless

She's blue for an amazing reason.

/ hey, small aside to the camera? I hated that. hated typing that. hated saying that in her voice in my head. hugely not a fan. that's the game, though.

𝘐 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘥...

The Dark Lord offers no 'support' to any bearing his seed. You will be twice-blessed to carry his progeny, and 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 for the opportunity.

A mass pregnancy scare? In this withering economy? Sauron's works are mighty indeed.

The scent of widespread destruction among the evening air? Glory me, if only the fragrance could be bottled...

/ absolute bruce needs to retire, gotham is sitting over the hellmouth in that universe, there's no fucking way

/ the meta is still beating my ass, smh

/ packing for an emergency flight tonight, so my weekend isn't my weekend any longer. I'll be back on Sunday, though, and if I don't find a party then, I'll come see about my angry misandrist baby.

The canteen - her oasis in a vast, unceasing desert - is drained quickly. A hum of relief warms the lip as it slips away from her, dropping slightly in a grasp no longer clutching. ❝ I endure. ❞ And that would have to be enough. ❝ With your aid, perhaps I'll thrive... You're local, are you not? ❞

and sent.

My Mother, what does this mean?

/ i was chatting about this yesterday, but having to make money for a living has really put a damper on my ability to put pen to page. how am I meant to wield the power cosmic when I have TPS reports to worry about?? i don't know just yet, but I'll find a way. Sorry for the slowdown!

/ Mire if she wound up at Nevermore Academy for some ridiculous reason.

/ why the fuck is cosmic ghost rider getting so much burn? is it frank castle season?? is that what I'm being told? We finally getting that Max Payne-Lite game w/ four different punisher costumes like shattered dimensions?

/ Mirelissi if Pete Jackson made those movies in the nineties.

And she has no idea just how close she's come to non-existence once more. Held off from the yawning darkness by the unwitting restraint of her 'lesser'. Her arm extends in turn. Thin as a blade, barbed with hatred and too-sensitive hairs, hooked at the end to weave silk with unerring precision - ?

"𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑨𝒐𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑩𝒚𝒓𝒏𝒆, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛."

Tsk! That sound, the gentle tutting of a tongue dancing against her teeth. It marked amusement and disapproval in turn. What was this union, this avoidance of bloodshed, this bond of necessity! If not fueled by her hopes? Or e'en the hopes of She above her? ❝ Then may truth guide you unerringly. ❞

/ absolute beefed it my first day at a new job, cost someone hundreds of dollars. think it's socially acceptable to throw myself off the roof for lunch, or is it too soon for such a bold statement?