for if she could not raise a child, then in its place, she would raise an army.

there's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

ㅤ 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 ׅ𖤠 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍. ㅤㅤ══════ ◈ ══════ ⿴『 #ERRP 𝒙 #MVRP 』 ㅤ

The prolonged gaze was something she could sense, yet paid no mind to as she only continued to thread in brief quiet. “ ... Speak, thee may. “ Despite the wording, her tone was inviting, than one of permission.

Now, a brief look was cast toward the pale woman's person. Her fingers would not still, the gold of her hair caught sunlight as she wove strand into strand. “ A curious thing, thou'rt. “

ᅠᅠ ˵ ˊ ͟ 𓉳͙ ⠀ ‎𖤓 ┈ ۰ 𝖍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝔢ɳ ‎ ‎…͟ ‎ 𝔭𝚒𝔢𐍂𝚌𝔢 𝖍𝚎𝚛﹒ᅠᅠ ͡┈ ᅠ

YOX.⬀ the antithesis to “marika’s tits you must be ‘ungry” is “radagon’s cock you must be starving”

// Had to think twice before pressing rt on yox's wise words

( Radagon of the golden order literally standing right behind her. )

( . . . )

// Okay I need to sleep... I will return to be serious here tomorrow I promise. I just love kuu/yox so I have to be silly sometimes

“ How quick thou'rt to wound at words not sharpened. “ Her hands moved with grace, threading hair between fingers. “ It is the order of the world, isn't it? that one may rise above the lesser; while the rest may fail to become naught at all. “

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ♡ for a short, event themed starter. ⠀

ᅠᅠ ˵ ˊ ͟ 𓉳͙ ⠀ ‎𖤓 ┈ ۰ 𝖍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝔢ɳ ‎ ‎…͟ ‎ 𝔭𝚒𝔢𐍂𝚌𝔢 𝖍𝚎𝚛﹒ᅠᅠ ͡┈ ᅠ

i love my children, but i cannot protect them. i will make them monsters, so that they may protect themselves. i don't beg for their understanding, they are far too gentle now, nor their forgiveness.