『𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙀𝙍𝘼.ᐟ』
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𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍.ᐣ
𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.ᐣ
𝑺𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆.ᐣ
WRITTEN BY #SUNNYPHUSPRIME
( mun is 18 )
𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.ᐣ
𝑺𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆.ᐣ
WRITTEN BY #SUNNYPHUSPRIME
( mun is 18 )
Pinned
a waterfall is surrounded by trees and rocks with the sun shining through the trees
ALT: a waterfall is surrounded by trees and rocks with the sun shining through the trees
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「 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌. . .𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏.ᐣ 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚.ᐣ 」
—— RANDALL D. RERID ——
「 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐, 𝑪𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒆. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 」
—— RANDALL D. RERID ——
「 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐, 𝑪𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒆. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 」
February 6, 2026 at 5:47 AM
I call this. . .
Boy dinner!!
Boy dinner!!
February 6, 2026 at 5:44 AM
I call this. . .
Boy dinner!!
Boy dinner!!
" . . .I should keep an eye on that human. "
February 6, 2026 at 5:22 AM
" . . .I should keep an eye on that human. "
February 6, 2026 at 4:33 AM
" . . .could go for a drink. "
February 6, 2026 at 2:33 AM
" . . .could go for a drink. "
" . . . Whatever. "
He's just. Used to being used as a vessel, even as a kid. Drumming the tips of his fingers against its cheek. He's letting the words stew, alright. Not like he's capable of doing anything about it.
He's just. Used to being used as a vessel, even as a kid. Drumming the tips of his fingers against its cheek. He's letting the words stew, alright. Not like he's capable of doing anything about it.
❝ A distinction without a difference. One is merely puppeteered from the inside rather than outside.~ ❞
Ghirahim merely chuckles before vanishing in a cloud of black, grey, and white diamonds. He'll leave the other alone for now, simply allowing his words to stew for a while.
Ghirahim merely chuckles before vanishing in a cloud of black, grey, and white diamonds. He'll leave the other alone for now, simply allowing his words to stew for a while.
His. Own. Horns. Itching at its head. He just looks so tired. A small hiss before turning on his heels.
" Not a puppet. Just a vessel. There's a difference. "
" Not a puppet. Just a vessel. There's a difference. "
February 6, 2026 at 1:19 AM
" . . . Whatever. "
He's just. Used to being used as a vessel, even as a kid. Drumming the tips of his fingers against its cheek. He's letting the words stew, alright. Not like he's capable of doing anything about it.
He's just. Used to being used as a vessel, even as a kid. Drumming the tips of his fingers against its cheek. He's letting the words stew, alright. Not like he's capable of doing anything about it.
His. Own. Horns. Itching at its head. He just looks so tired. A small hiss before turning on his heels.
" Not a puppet. Just a vessel. There's a difference. "
" Not a puppet. Just a vessel. There's a difference. "
Brushing the other's hand aside, Ghirahim merely chuckled as he snapped his finger. Whatever the other did to him simply being erased. This was /his/ human form, something he had total control over.
❝ Nor shall it ever be your time to command me, Puppet.~ ❞
❝ Nor shall it ever be your time to command me, Puppet.~ ❞
" I have heard this song and dance before. Ye ain't the first to told me that. "
A low growl, messing with his hair with a blackened hand. He could feel the horns growing in.
" Silence. Not your time to speak, spirit. "
A low growl, messing with his hair with a blackened hand. He could feel the horns growing in.
" Silence. Not your time to speak, spirit. "
February 6, 2026 at 1:08 AM
His. Own. Horns. Itching at its head. He just looks so tired. A small hiss before turning on his heels.
" Not a puppet. Just a vessel. There's a difference. "
" Not a puppet. Just a vessel. There's a difference. "
" I have heard this song and dance before. Ye ain't the first to told me that. "
A low growl, messing with his hair with a blackened hand. He could feel the horns growing in.
" Silence. Not your time to speak, spirit. "
A low growl, messing with his hair with a blackened hand. He could feel the horns growing in.
" Silence. Not your time to speak, spirit. "
❝ Then you're no blind pawn, but a subservient dog... ❞
Ghirahim rolled his eyes, his features riddled with disgust.
❝ As far as I'm concerned, it is fools like you that only spread this cycle of delusion. ❞
Ghirahim rolled his eyes, his features riddled with disgust.
❝ As far as I'm concerned, it is fools like you that only spread this cycle of delusion. ❞
" Anything to see me mutter again. Besides me uncle, the God of Death and Destruction, has already sent me to my ruin. "
February 6, 2026 at 12:58 AM
" I have heard this song and dance before. Ye ain't the first to told me that. "
A low growl, messing with his hair with a blackened hand. He could feel the horns growing in.
" Silence. Not your time to speak, spirit. "
A low growl, messing with his hair with a blackened hand. He could feel the horns growing in.
" Silence. Not your time to speak, spirit. "
" Anything to see me mutter again. Besides me uncle, the God of Death and Destruction, has already sent me to my ruin. "
❝ Yet would you blindly follow the path they lay before you, even if it were lead to your ruin? ❞
" Great Lady Mirally is my mutter? I would be a disservice to not worship her. "
February 6, 2026 at 12:45 AM
" Anything to see me mutter again. Besides me uncle, the God of Death and Destruction, has already sent me to my ruin. "
" Great Lady Mirally is my mutter? I would be a disservice to not worship her. "
February 6, 2026 at 12:38 AM
" Great Lady Mirally is my mutter? I would be a disservice to not worship her. "
" Great Lady Mirally, that spirit has mommy issues. "
February 6, 2026 at 12:15 AM
" Great Lady Mirally, that spirit has mommy issues. "
" I miss my mutter. But I do understand why she had to go. My vater? Eugh. "
February 5, 2026 at 10:17 PM
" I miss my mutter. But I do understand why she had to go. My vater? Eugh. "
" My business is none of yer business, spirit. "
Just. Tugging on the red scarf. Sniff.
Just. Tugging on the red scarf. Sniff.
February 5, 2026 at 10:13 PM
" My business is none of yer business, spirit. "
Just. Tugging on the red scarf. Sniff.
Just. Tugging on the red scarf. Sniff.
" Warum is there a.... spirit t posing? "
February 5, 2026 at 10:04 PM
" Warum is there a.... spirit t posing? "
" I think I need to bind. Eugh. "
February 5, 2026 at 9:40 PM
" I think I need to bind. Eugh. "
" That is because I have hidden the traits that make me. . .nonhuman. Minus the alf ears. "
It does get tiring to hide the non-human features. Perhaps that's why he's so exhausted all the time.
It does get tiring to hide the non-human features. Perhaps that's why he's so exhausted all the time.
“ i see nothing abnormal about you. normalcy isn’t a thing. we are just simply unique. “
he can’t talk much. he looks a bit intimidating, but that’s mainly because of the whole … dragon thing.
he can’t talk much. he looks a bit intimidating, but that’s mainly because of the whole … dragon thing.
" Wie sind sie sure I can trust ye? "
Tapping the side of his face, either to soothe himself or something else. A small hiss.
" People always. . .judged me for looking like zis. "
Tapping the side of his face, either to soothe himself or something else. A small hiss.
" People always. . .judged me for looking like zis. "
February 5, 2026 at 8:33 PM
" That is because I have hidden the traits that make me. . .nonhuman. Minus the alf ears. "
It does get tiring to hide the non-human features. Perhaps that's why he's so exhausted all the time.
It does get tiring to hide the non-human features. Perhaps that's why he's so exhausted all the time.
<— having two accents fighting each other is tiring
February 5, 2026 at 8:11 PM
<— having two accents fighting each other is tiring
" Wie sind sie sure I can trust ye? "
Tapping the side of his face, either to soothe himself or something else. A small hiss.
" People always. . .judged me for looking like zis. "
Tapping the side of his face, either to soothe himself or something else. A small hiss.
" People always. . .judged me for looking like zis. "
“ me either. i don’t think … “
he doesn’t think?
such uncertainty. he remembers little from his time before his reawakening.
“ i harbor no ill intent. “
he doesn’t think?
such uncertainty. he remembers little from his time before his reawakening.
“ i harbor no ill intent. “
It brought the blackened hand to his face, soothing himself to make the fuzz die down.
" Me? I'm not. . .ängstlich. I'm not used to people. "
" Me? I'm not. . .ängstlich. I'm not used to people. "
February 5, 2026 at 8:10 PM
" Wie sind sie sure I can trust ye? "
Tapping the side of his face, either to soothe himself or something else. A small hiss.
" People always. . .judged me for looking like zis. "
Tapping the side of his face, either to soothe himself or something else. A small hiss.
" People always. . .judged me for looking like zis. "
February 5, 2026 at 7:35 PM
Crystal Alves want me. I miss them. Everyone hates me.
February 5, 2026 at 5:54 PM
Crystal Alves want me. I miss them. Everyone hates me.
[ placing a small warming spark on the ground. And off he goes. Aww, he does have a heart. ]
Brr . . . Cold . . .
February 5, 2026 at 2:31 PM
[ placing a small warming spark on the ground. And off he goes. Aww, he does have a heart. ]
. . .should've stayed in that—.
Must've been the wind.
Must've been the wind.
February 5, 2026 at 7:16 AM
. . .should've stayed in that—.
Must've been the wind.
Must've been the wind.
Itching his head. Letting two small horns, both on one side, out of hiding. Strange little loaf.
February 5, 2026 at 7:10 AM
Itching his head. Letting two small horns, both on one side, out of hiding. Strange little loaf.