#;𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 (asks)

[motheruin]

He didn't know how to approach this one.

She kept her distance, in general, anyway, but in combination with her naturally unsettling aura and her performance on the field of battle, Dimitri found himself...hesitant.

Still, he reminded himself with a short, reassuring breath, it was a task that needed to be done, and she deserved her due as much as any other.

"Excuse me...er...sister-mother? Lady Eremiya." A good start. He grimaced, turned the frown into an awkward smile. "I wanted to thank you, for fighting for the Lions. You had your choice, and you could have fought for another house - you have my gratitude, you strength was invaluable."

He had seen what the woman had done, had said to Edelgard. It twisted his gut into knots, the imagery she was hearkening, but he stifled his discomfort a moment longer.

"I know that we did not secure the victory overall, but I hope that, should you choose to compete in the future, that the Blue Lions would once more appreciate to have your strength by our sides."

DESPITE THE PREDETERMINED FATE SET BEFORE HER, the bishop was all but numb to the force in which the eagle had knocked her back with. in truth, the ache does not settle beneath her skin until she is far from the battlefield, silent in the face of raised banners, gentle as she handles herself without either guide or nurse. light splits from each wound, flickering through the grime and blood until it tucks itself safely under the broken skin to mend it overhead alike a blanket above a mattress.

eremiya hears him above the thrum of light magic in her ears, not as kind to the clumsiness of his words; repetitive and awkward. all she wishes to stray from as of the battle's resolution. to announce this distrust, as pledging her allegiance in blue was merely the means to an antagonizing end, she does not startle nor bristle, intent on cleaning herself rather than offering companionship.

invaluable strength, yes?

"it did not matter in the end, did it?"

crushing the wings of a house leader to mock the existence of others?

eremiya rises to stand, her gaze dark with an unfaltering apathy when she meets his eyes. raspy and drawling, she utters through a statue's pursed lips, "your gratitude is unnecessary, boy. i did not compete for sport nor thrill. it was simply obligation." as all things are. the existence of the hero-king, clad in blue, meant blending into his footsteps and cape until she found enough satisfaction to forget the apparitions. and she had not.

the boy is given a slow blink, a curt onceover, before the bishop pities him with, "the blue lions are desperate little things, inept in battle." children swinging toys about and wearing paper crowns. "i will stand within your ranks for as long as necessary." because promising a longer, fuller term allows the possibility of trust, and that is not a luxury neither she nor he can spare.

whether he be an awkward prince or a distrustful one, she reads the tense curl of his lips with a voice of her own and, thus, leaves him to wallow in his thoughts.

[kaehdeh]

┃anonymous ⸻  If you would have to describe Kazuha's relationship with Ren in a few words what would that be?

a few words? okay bet!! kazuha's relationship with ren is that of two souls sharing a heart between them. they are soulmates. they have their silly moments but they have each other back and know when not to get involved in each others problems. they trust each other. of course i couldn't do this with out my best friend @windsfavored for their input and brainrot with me on this. it's a relationship that took years to develop ( talking about slow burn )

[ruinakete]

HC + names

WORD HEADCANONS & DRABBLE ・ accepting! ( word count challenge beneath the readmore; 500! content warnings; mentions / implications of slight engage spoilers; implied murder! )

names, just like personal dates, do not matter in her eyes. not exactly. to her, it is not the name itself, it is how you wear it; the journey it took to earn it.

after all, she had not been crowned the full name, zephia dahut kurosawa, upon birth. her family surname had been lost to the ages, long before they had fallen to her magic. where her mother bore the surname of the flower humans preferred to gift her, zephia bore the surname of a tragic legend, horribly translated within the waves of the tale.

and she had been the one to first utter the syllables of the name, wrenching it from the crinkled papers of an old storybook until it fit perfectly into the mouths of the tribe. years later, within the ruins of a human village, she tore the second surname from the murky waters at the bottom of the mountain and presented it before sombron. and he accepted the dirty, sullied name just as he had accepted her; dirty and sullied and at his command.

however, the names themselves did not matter. no, they were no more a trophy than they were hers.

HUMANS CALLED IT THE FEAST OF THE ANTHURIAMS. a name weighed down by what the mortal mind perceived as the war between divinity and the fallen. a name this mage dragon first scoffed at upon first hearing of it, pointed helix twitching when the abbot fell into a silent stride beside her. there was irony in the event━━━or the holiday many recognized it as━━━so, it tempted the laughter in her throat. “as long as they understand the weight of to-day, then all is well, right?” she had chosen to offer, decades earlier, when the idea first sprung at the feet of the Lord, “followers will be sacrificed or maimed, yes, but the lasting impact could overcome the cost. the name━━━” or, had she managed to utter all of the suggestions before her name slipped through the Lord’s lips, thus reminding her of her worth in each letter? but this mage dragon had foretold the worth of delirious faith correctly: blood and innards were strewn across the dark sand of the Altar, an awful nostalgia to the gore-soaked snow and dirt centuries prior. and, here, beholding the eyes that once witnessed every child's last twitch, her gaze was narrowed on the only figure visible through the skittering cloud of kicked-up dust. before the church's hundreds of eyes, this boy twitched and heaved and stood as if he had been born the other day, but there was a glory to every ragged breath. an untamed hunger the child within her once swallowed. the abbot sighed beside her, but she interrupted the beginnings of any voice with her own, "who is he?" "hm, that is griss. he joined a..." but her ears had already deemed it worthless; it had not been the answer she hoped for. later, she had demanded the same from the boy himself, immediately once the clergy saw to it that the Eyes of God had been drained from the majority of his system. "who are you?" was what she pried for; and a follower, was what he gave willingly, still wide-eyed and trembling. though the tremors could not be fear. no, not if his lips continued to twitch into what she hoped to be an exhausted grin. her head lolled to match his, sangria eyes narrowed to a scornful slant until she deemed his reaction to such judgment enough. fangs bared in her smile, consideration melded into a figurehead's generosity; mage dragon had not hesitated to lean closer, raising a clawed hand to cup his cheek as she crooned, "hm-hm, how wonderful. how promising. again, boy. you are the Lord's follower before you are...?" griss, was the drawled name she heard. therefore, griss was the reward he'd receive. the mage dragon had not released him when she purred, "as i am the Lord's follower before i am zephia." a pause, as her gaze lowered to the blade at her hip, "come, griss. you will draw blood with me. then, a prayer before we leave the monastery, will suffice, yes?"

[dawnbrst]

What is Diluc's favorite outfit outside of the standard or the special paid one hoyo offers?

his bartender one ! it's basically his normal outfit but without his heavy coat or his cravat . it's easy to move in and he finds it comfortable . plus , as a pyro user — and an archon at that , he tends to run pretty hot and he does end up getting overheated on occasion . so you can find him with just the black button - up and the waistcoat .

[lunaverrse]

032 (jimmy & jay)

SET THE SCENE.

aceitando

jimmy & jay : feat. @greencruz 🐉🐯

— Uh, essa poderia ter sido evitada. — Jay resmungou em um tom meio desinteressado, observando um dos lutadores cambalear e cair no chão com o impacto de um soco. Na verdade, estava oscilando muito entre acompanhar a luta que se desenrolava na frente deles e beijar o pescoço parcialmente exposto de Jimmy. Em algum momento do evento, quando os espectadores alucinados do lugar já não se incomodavam nada com quem estava ao redor e se resumiam a vociferar o nome de algum dos malucos que estava brigando, ele também deixou de se importar totalmente com a discrição das coisas. Apesar da faceta de quem não dava a mínima para todas as coisas em geral, lá no fundo ele se preocupava em esconder a identidade dos dois quando saíam juntos, principalmente para não criar problemas para ela. E não é como se Jimmy fosse realmente se importar com isso, era a mulher mais corajosa que já tinha conhecido, ele é que ainda tinha covardia o suficiente correndo nas veias.

— Em quem você tá apostando hoje? Não me diga que é o cara que acabou de cair, por favor. Ele poderia ter saído daquele golpe de quinze maneiras diferentes. — Havia aquele tom debochado na voz dele, mas que as pessoas mais próximas já tinham aprendido a identificar, não passava de impressão, já que o Kang estava meramente se divertindo naquele momento. O boné fundo no rosto ainda dava conta de jogar uma sombra sobre as feições conhecidas, mas era meio ineficaz esperar que ninguém soubesse que se tratava de alguém conhecido pela mídia. Jay tinha alguns trejeitos muito específicos, mas alí, no meio daquele lugar enfiado em uma região periférica para a qual ninguém dava a mínima, era muito improvável que algum fã muito assíduo do Looping fosse aparecer e julgar o fato de que estava ali. Acompanhado da namorada. Que, oh, também era idol. Maldita fosse a hipocrisia daquela sociedade.

Naquela altura, já tinha desviado quase 100% da atenção para os próprios devaneios, que foram interrompidos com uma pequena comoção do outro lado do galpão. Aparentemente, alguém havia avisado a polícia de mais uma madrugada de ilícitos por ali e todos só notaram quando a viatura chegou. Na hora, Jay se resumiu a puxar a namorada pela cintura e correr com ela para a outra saída do espaço, que normalmente usavam naquele tipo de situação. Mesmo rindo do episódio, ele ainda se embrenhou com ela pelas ruas estreitas da região, junto com outras pessoas que estavam presentes e foram pelo mesmo caminho. Só parou de andar quando percebeu que estavam sozinhos e ele finalmente conseguiu para. O primeiro ato foi encostá-la na parede e devolver os lábios ao pescoço da mulher, voltando a fazer exatamente o que havia sido interrompido antes. — Parece que sempre tem um imbecil para estragar a nossa diversão de fim de semana, acho que vou ter que apanhar de você agora. Só pra saber como ia terminar a luta. — Com um sorrisinho no rosto, ele a puxou para o colo e procurou os lábios da namorada. Aquela era uma briga muito melhor no fim das contas.

[frostise]

Medicine cabinet; five most recent in contact list. 

𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑…   ┇   accepting ♡

frost's medicine cabinet

notes: i'll be highlighting her must-haves only. louise rarely catches the flu because of her metahuman condition to absorb heat. however, she's not immune to mental scars and needs to maintain her other bodily functions.

fluoxetine. she regularly takes these every morning. louise does suffer from long-term PTSD and depression. taking fluoxetine makes it a little easier to endure the pain

temazepam. this helps deal with her insomnia. she regularly takes these once per night to help relieve stress and maintain her sleep cycle. louise was prescribed with this medication after crystal's death

first aid-kit. louise has the ability to treat small cuts and bruises but nothing too complicated like stitching gaping wounds. the first aid-kit contains hydrogen peroxide, tweezers, scissors, bandages, band-aids, antibacterial ointment, gauze ect ect.

ibuprofen. for headaches only. mostly takes this during the day before approaching her work

nicotine patch, lozenge and varenicline. these are widely known as quit-smoking medicines and at some point, she did manage to drop her terrible smoking habits

tampons. self explanatory...

five most recent in frost's contact list

notes: louise gives nicknames for almost everyone. some can be downright insulting, endearing or simply shorting their name to save some time depending on her relationship with these characters. i'll be adding their contact list like this: contact name / alias / relationship status.

old man / multiplex / mentor and father figure. louise would never in a million years say this but she does consider danton to be the father she wanted to enable her terrible actions. the term 'old man' can be mistaken for a insult but she uses it as a indirect way of calling him a 'father' but only in text messages. he's the one who keeps her updated on T.A.B's activities if she's not present

trixie / trickster / younger brother figure. louise always called axel 'trixie' because it annoyed him and he always complained it was a girl's name. they have the typical sibling dynamic of bullying each other just for fun, but if someone else joined in? louise and axel would've joined forces and told the other person off. he would always call her up to crash at her place whenever he gets kicked out of the rogues or invite frost over to their heist missions

betty / plastique / close friend. they became metahumans on the same day, shared a common enemy and the same jail cell. louise had already considered bette her friend because they've caused riots and broken out of prison. betty is her number one ride-or-die partner for duo missions. they call each other up scheme and have brunch on the same exact day

floyd / deadshot / close friend. out of respect, louise always called deadshot by his real name. to my knowledge—she never pinned a proper nickname for him. they're partners in crime in the old days and stayed in contact whenever they can and when they do get the chance to hang out, they're always sighted in villain bars and parties. sometimes they end up getting partnered together for classified missions

cal / the calculator / professional. if louise has enough money to pay for forbidden information? then the calculator is her go-to-guy. she once paid him to track down an obscure villain for her and saved her the time and resources in no time flat. the only downside to this is that he's super pricey with his services and only calls calculator up for emergencies

[codecorazon]

I don’t follow you but your account is very beautiful - random rp blog

 

 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐒𝐎   𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇!!   ♡    its   quite   literally   not   pleasing   and   slightly   messy   but   i   really   appreciate   it !!   i   hope   you   can   come   out   of   anon   and   follow   me  ��i   want   to   be   buddies (´• ω •`)  

[mcnagerie]

@infernal-feminae asked:

“I borrowed your shirt. Don’t you think I look cute?” - Vaggie to Alastor~

"Cute?" He gave a derisive little chuckle, hands slipping beneath the hem of the shirt to grasp at her hips, pulling her closer so her body was flush with his as he bent down to growl lowly, mere inches from her ear. "You look absolutely ravishing."

[destisea-a]

" but ... " confusion betrayed in the furrow of brows, focus pulled from magic glyphs and tomes strewn haphazardly in rapid study, in exploration. perhaps it is innate in this child, why the magic clings to her, this desire to challenge limitations / to fly when beholden to walk. " why? " (for beldaruit c:)

to shun a child for their curiosity... is difficult. these topics are dangerous ones;  forbidden magic, glyphs and arts that have caused irreparable damage in years past. the knights moralis would have him silence her here, to still the crash of confusion with a stern hand, and cold words. to even speak of these things is skirting a line that many do not risk.  belda/ruit does not understand what it is that keeps her memories stuck fast,  but it matters little now. manipulation of memory was not what she needed. she needed someone to guide her from the brimmed hats--

and walk her along a better path.

" because it's dangerous. " simply put.  decite is the practice of witches; and there is not a single exception to the rule. hiding the ease of magic fromt he world, along with it's most twisted practices.  " as beautiful, and wondrous as so many of these ideas seem to be. there is a cost for every single one. " smoke wafts slow and steady, tails of it straying from the ends of his silvery hair. and, for a moment he seems concerned, lost in thought.  ah... what is he to do.

then, a shift, sudden as his hooved seat kneels. drawing him just a little closer to peer at whatever she's been working on, beaming with curiosity.  " enough of that for now though! we were discussing practical magic, have you any ideas? "

unprompted

[kaehdeh]

┃anonymous ⸻  what is your favorite thing about wanderer?

(  his  favourite  thing  about  wanderer?  )  hmmm….  that's  a  interesting  question  this  hooded  stranger  was  asking  of  him.  nothing  to  invasive  though.

 —   ❝    i  really  like  the  way  he  isn't  afraid  to  speak  his  mind.   and  be  kind  to  those  who  deserve  it.  …    ❞   kazuha  loved  him  but  only  a  few  knew  about  his  relationship  status  with  the  blue  lotus  flower  aka  his  too-be-husband.

[emblemartyr]

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes (if its easier you can place it post or during our thread 🫡)

TO BE GENTLE, AND TO ACCEPT GENTLENESS ・ accepting!

VULNERABILITY WAS A DELICATE FLOWER, naught to be unfurled by the reckless hands of another person lest they risk tearing the petals curled inwards over its heart. and that, truly, was all she could imagine as the boy broke into tears before her, his theatrics weakly caked into his voice to fruitlessly level what had already begun rasping and choking up. he made himself to be a sorrowful image; stepping away from her as he clutched onto his chest, as if to hug or curl in on himself.

had emmeryn said something she was not supposed to? all she could remember uttering was what he asked of her; an introductory to be shared between the pleasantry gap she had yet to bridge across. but, even a full sun after their last interaction, his wonderous eyes still water at the sight of her.

should she have given more of herself? laid her past, whether from her lips or anothers', bare at his feet until he was comfortable enough to poke and prod through it at his own pace?

the epitome of gentleness stepped forward, gloved hands raised to beckon and guide, to remind odin, once again, that she was a space of comfort rather than anguish.

"you. . . you poor thing. . . come," came her whisper, merely the ghost of an invitation, as her hands have already cradled the back of his head, gently pulling him closer until he was near enough to embrace. simply by instinct, had emmeryn's eyes closed, her focus entirely subjected to the physicality of something between them she could not understand. not yet, but she would learn to, until his gaze felt only the urge to brighten once fallen upon her.

his shoulders remained trembling when she pulled back, not far and not dismissive. instead, her hands moved in time with the soft curl of her lips, offering him an all - knowing and none - the - wiser smile as the pads of her thumbs brushed away the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. there was much to say, yet too little time to articulate any if all thoughts properly.

thus, confident in her silence, emmeryn whispered, only, "you are. . . are safe, oh━━━odin." before embracing the golden - haired man once again, canting her hand slightly to press against his as he shuddered and shook in her arms; sudden, came the memory of little sister clutching her skirts and sobbing until the fabric became wet with her grief. and, just as she had before, in the body she remembered nothing of, the former exalt gently held unto the back of his head and cared not for the dress his sorrow stained.

[ruinakete]

croissant - what is your muse's ideal date?

PASTRY LOVE HEADCANONS ・ not accepting!

going to be real honest with you all ... I can't think of one that would work ten out of ten times. I don't believe that she would even enjoy dates? or, at the very least, expect to enjoy them? she'd likely see them as a nuisance ... ?

now, this is if it's the common idea of a date, which is dining together somewhere nice and having light conversations. Zephia hardly cares about eating or food, and dislikes idle chatter that is only meant to pass the time, so I think she'd expect you to pay her back for giving you her divided attention since she'd get bored halfway through the starter courses. especially if it's a luxurious dinner.

however! if the date was something simple, like discussing quaint topics ranging from the transformation of dark magic to its user to the best strategies to capture a fortress with x soldiers and x supplies, then she'd enjoy that! having small debates in her office, with the lights low and dinner being something small and easy.

the only other ideal date for Zephia that I can think of right now is flying together; whether you're on her wyvern or commanding your own mount. at her wyvern's side is, of course, where I see her being at her utmost serenity, and that's likely the only time you can keep her on a date for a long time. this isn't to say her eyes absolutely brighten and she does that little cute head tilt that moves her hair if you ask her for an afternoon of flying, but her eyes absolutely brighten and she does that little cute head tilt that moves her hair if you ask her for an afternoon of flying—

[lunaverrse]

020, mason & alice.

SET THE SCENE

aceitando

Mason & Alice : feat. @farewellnevrland🌸

Não era uma grande novidade que Mason não tinha grandes habilidades em analisar obras de arte ou qualquer coisa do tipo. Assumir isso assim, sem pensar demais nas consequências, era um risco que ele gostava de correr. Como é que um ourives, um homem que trabalhava diretamente com a criatividade, poderia assumir tão facilmente uma coisa daquelas? Bom, ele não via problemas. A não ser que quisesse impressionar uma garota, como era o caso naquele exato momento.

O Museu Nacional de Arte Moderna e Contemporânea era um lugar magnífico, repleto de história e cultura, e fazia parte do tour que os dois estavam percorrendo, nas cidades em que passavam. Entre museus de história, de arte e demais temáticas, ele sempre notava o interesse dela pelas pinturas. A mulher tinha um entusiasmo de se admirar, caminhava pelas salas espaçosas e sempre parava para observar alguma peça histórica ou obras de arte em exposição. O inglês tentava acompanhar de perto, mas admitia que era difícil se mostrar um cara de bom papo naquele tópico.

A situação mudou um pouco de figura quando chegaram perto do famoso Portrait of a Beauty, o pequeno quadro que ficava em um canto mal iluminado do museu e que não oferecia muito alvoroço aos que não conheciam o êscandalo de falsificação mais famoso do país e que envolvia não apenas o próproprio museu e uma grande artista coreana, como funcionários de alto escalão do governo e outras figuras públicas. Mason só sabia de tudo aquilo por meio do avô, diferente dele, um grande apreciador e conhecedor das artes e que havia contado tudo o que sabia sobre o caso. Munido de informações e disposto a chamar a atenção da mulher naquele dia, no maior estilo curador de arte, o Kwon cruzou os braços sob o peito e, alguns segundos depois, apoiou o queixo entre o polegar e o indicador da mão direita. Um legítimo apaixonado pelas artes, não?

Ali ele ficou, por longos minutos, imaginando que estivesse impactando algo ao redor com sua postura. Foi apenas quando virou o rosto para fazer um comentário espertinho, e que havia sido devidamente ensaiado nos últimos dez minutos, que notou Alice logo ao seu lado, parada e admirando o mesmo quadro com uma expressão que denotava o maior dos interesses. Apenas o olhar dela já era mais profundo do que todo o circo que Mason havia armado ali, e ao ourives, restou uma risadinha meio sem jeito, meio resignada. Ele relaxou um pouco o corpo e se aproximou dela, passando o braço direito ao redor de seus ombros, em um gesto que se pretendia muito mais confortável e acolhedor. — É lindo, não é? — Tinha ensaiado um tanto de palavras mais complexas para dizer, mas já tinha entendido que não havia necessidade nenhuma, o que bastava era o sentimento que ela colocava no momento e em cada nova visita que ele tentava proporcionar diariamente. Se Mason estava pensando em impressionar Alice primeiro, mal havia notado que ele mesmo já tinha sido impressionado há muito mais tempo.

[frostise]

8. How do you view people without any superpowers? / 9. What was the most creative application of your ability?

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒   ┇   accepting ♡

8. How do you view people without any superpowers?

in the early days of killer frost, she didn't respect non-metahumans for a long time. they were easy to squander and it quickly became boring to hunt/strike them down because the results were too predictable but she did learn to make due by making the chases last longer than necessary. it worked for awhile. there's been a lot of interrogation techniques and tricks used in those hunts. the most prominent one being—she would play pretend by making her target feel like they got away when in reality they never stood a chance or she'll intentionally 'miss' a shot just to install hope into their victim.

humans were a speck to be discarded and used to her own disposal during missions but if their intelligence was high? she can learn to respect them. that's what makes most fights fun. powerless people who can survive her attacks and outsmart her mind games fuelled her sadism because it was a real competition that required skill, time and effort. it would both surprise and trigger frost's curiosity which means bad news to anyone who survived. back then—it was uncommon to deem humans as threats to metahumans unless they were insanely smart. that's when the tables were flipped. frost doesn't have to hold back anymore or suffer from the dissatisfaction of the murder afterwards.

9. What was the most creative application of your ability?

i'll put out a tiny list for you because i can't pick a favourite canon/headcanon:

it's implied louise can drain the sun and cause earth to be damned in darkness. realistically though, she would die doing this because if she chose to live in the sun where would she get her food or water from?

louise's heat absorption is limitless. she can drain life and freeze them at will. most of her victims tend to end up looking like a raisin and have the appearance of fast ageing when that's not the case. she can also drain her own body heat which makes her extremely dizzy but with months/years of practise she was able to make her heart stop and play dead to avoid detection from heat signature scans

there was this comic that demonstrated how disturbing her powers can be. KF made an icy-like wheel with chained hostages, froze them and used their corpses as ice shards. the colours from her victims would turn from blue to a sickly brown. never red since she froze their blood completely

louise can get overheated without suffering from the side effects and possibly uses this to burn people or anything that's not heat-resistant. imagine a red hot knife. she's that red hot knife and it takes a tremendous level of heat to be that way so it's not a power she often gets the chance to use

[chosenass]

all this shit is new to me. ( from draco ) // @unheald

there was a part of harry that knew, that understood that he ought to be kind. that he needed to have some kind of sympathy for draco. after all, they'd grown up, essentially, in different worlds. those in the capitol didn't live in the same world as those in the districts. their view was skewed. he should be thankful that draco is trying, is changing. but that doesn't stop harry from rolling his eyes now.

he pushes away from the balcony railing, turning to rest his back against it and look over to draco. they're alone, for the first time since harry's latest return to the capitol. it's the first night he's not being carted around, shoved from person to person. he wants to make the most of it. but he can't help the way he is with draco, how easily the teasing and pushing of buttons comes.

"oh yeah? tell me what that's like. after all, all of this is so normal to me." he bites, but there are no teeth to be found. after a moment, he reaches out. hand slides against draco's. "have you told your mother yet? not-- i know you can't, not the specifics about us, but--"

[staticmonitor]

hi lord x!!!!! If I give you 50 million dollars will you find me a new pair of intestines that can digest gluten properly 🥺

❝ Hmmmmmmmmmmm. ❞ Her microwave-like hum continues as she contemplates the offer. Truthfully, Lord X has no idea what 'gluten' actually is, nor did she know how to determine if a set of intestines could digest it or not. But hey— 50 million dollars was a hard deal to waive when she has a husband, wife, children, extended family, and a couple of other freeloaders to look after!

She could figure out the gluten compatibility later. For now, she had to ask the most important question...

❝ Would you like your new intestines to be inside of your body, or outside? Both options have their own pros and cons, I find. ❞

⸺ ˚₊· you'd have a better deal buying organs off the deepweb than from lord x, probably / anonymous!