#Morose

[incomingplottwist]

what is an hourglass if not sand that has been changed irreversibly, encasing what it had once been?

what am i if not a shell of my past, a burnt carcass that shrouds a child in love with the ocean?

[bronzeandsage]

DWC 2024 - Day 3 - Morose/Strength

Fire and smoke were becoming all he knew as the tunnel vision continued to set in, so the idea of something coming out of the flames was both a surprise and terrifying concept. As far as the orc had been aware, he was all that was left to die on the sinking ship. Maybe luck was a lady tonight?

A tall figure passed through fire with ease, his robes not even singed in the least from the flames. As he drew closer the tunnel began to focus more on the person, especially as the shoulders widened and the face narrowed with a clean white beard.

Not a lady.

Skin of dark purple and ears far to large for the normal human's also stood out with soft glowing golden eyes. An elf. Not at all what he had hoped or expected. The thought of sighing in frustration could only be that as the sucking stab wound in his abdomen continued to bleed. Belly wounds truly were the worst.

Blinking once, the figure was 10 feet. Blinking twice, now what he assumed was five. Blinking again, but a few inches from him as he leaned down to regard him with a surprisingly calm and welcoming face. To further his lack of surprise, the voice carried the same gentle cadence expected of their face. But from the set of his jaw and intensity of his gaze there would be no lack of strength.

"Ishnu-alah, Sevlaz."

@daily-writing-challenge

The vulpera leaned over the counter of his cart to his most frequent customer, what he figured a welcoming smile reminded Sev too much of mischief yet to come. Stereotypes weren't applauded but couldn't be ignored.

"Biggrin," Sev replied finally as he eased himself onto a low stool to sit more eye level with Erik who raised his oversized hands in mock forgiveness.

"Sorry?" The fox replied with that same half open mouth that was supposed to be a smile.

The orc would adjust himself a bit on the stool as he answer. "It was Biggrin, that's what they used to call me."

"Oh well, that makes some kind of ironic sense as far as I've known you, the idea of you being happy seems kind of farfetched," came the chipper if not blunt reply as the vulpera busied himself with dicing some vegetables.

"As if you could tell, Erik."

Erik'red gave a guffaw of a laugh as he swept up the onion and tossed it into a bowl before grabbing another to chop. "I got a nose for these kind of things."

"You got a nose for sure."

The knife in the cook's hand tapped his cutting board as he let his toothy grin shut just as much as his eyes narrowed at Sev. "This how we're gonna be today? Cause if it is, you can just mosey on back the way you came."

Sev raised his hands in surrender to placate the shorter creature. "Alright alright, I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"No, I am not," Sev replied quickly before resting his hands on the wood counter. "But I am the customer, and as they say I'm right."

"No, the customer is always an asshole, which we both know you are," Erik returned to his chopping with a heavy clops of his knife. Despite the antagonistic nature of the conversation, the vulpera's tone never jumped or followed the direction of the banter. People would joke about the optimistic views and attitude of the fox-folk, but in world of demons and giant swords the world could use a bit of optimism.

The thief would snort before reaching up to scratch at his whiskers and eye the steaming work behind Erik. "What's good today?"

"Well," Erik stopped chopping to look up in thought as he listed off his menu today. "Got eggs, an omelet, and a mystery dish."

"Mystery dish?"

"Coming right up!" Erik replied cheerfully as he turned to start into his makeshift kitchen and stove top.

"Wait! What I didn't order that!"

"Yes, you just did."

"It was question."

Erik would tilt his head slightly as he stared at the orc. "No that was a choice, so now you get it."

"But I don't even know what it is!"

The vulpera rolled his eyes and spoke over his shoulder as he went back to his cooking. "That's why it's a mystery. Some times, Sev. Some times."

The orc thief glowered before rubbing at his face as he did his best to guess what was coming and decided it best not to. His thick hand would reach into belt to pull out a faded blue wallet, unfolding it to reveal a cushioned clay pipe. Stem and bowl screwed gently together before digging into a side flap for some of the dried silverleaf he had been smoking since he came to that wretched swamp. He'd pinched some from a couple of footman that had been left into the muck after the Blackrocks had wasted them. An ugly mess with a supremely wonderful result.

"What you got to drink Erik?" Sev called over the flames and sizzle of what he assumed was meat, the stench of fish overpowering much else. The pipe put between his teeth before peeling a bit of wood from the counter to use as light from a hanging lantern, the silver smoke flowing up around his mangled green face as he watched the vulpera's back.

"Uh, I got water, the grog, and some troll sweat," Erik called over his shoulder again as he grabbed a couple of skewers and began to slide on the meat before tossing it back on the flames.

"Troll sweat?"

"It's not actual troll sweat," Erik replied as he wipes his oversized hands on his apron. "Least I'm pretty sure it's not."

The red eyes narrowed in a concern and confusion at the lack of assurance he felt from the fox's reply. "Give me the grog."

"You got it," came the quick reply as he reached under the counter for his pony keg. A click and heavy rush of liquid from below before the clay cup nestled gently on the top. "There ya go, the 'bobs' will be ready in a jiffy."

Sevlaz tried not to show his contempt of the phrase 'jiffy' before hanging his pipe a moment for a full pull of the warm amber drink, feeling the clay scrape his upper teeth and clicking his tongue a moment. "Not bad this time."

"I try only my best," Erik wiped his hands again in to his apron before eyeballing the frying supposed meat behind him, tail switching back and forth as he watched the fires lick it. "How ya want it?"

"How do you serve it?"

"Hot."

Sev sighed and took another long drink.

[blacksatindahlia]

morose morbid macabre and melancholy

[thestalkerbunny]

I had a concept at some point where a multi-headed dragon was slain and beheaded and each head which held a distinct personality and essentially a unique soul were all reincarnated into different bodies and spread out. And they're all trying to reunite to essentially become a dragon again and that is a -PROBLEM- for everyone who had to kill the dragon the FIRST go around.

Morose has been trapped in the monarchy cycle for 3 Kings (which includes the current one. He has good sensible advice and because he's so long lived and been in this game for so long-he understands how politics and people in court WORKS. But that doesn't mean the current one (a spontaneously crowned spoiled brat, in Morose's own words) respects Morose's wisdom and sense for politics-going out of his way to abuse Morose verbally, emotionally and humiliating him physically until one day Morose just cracked him hard across the face unapologetically in the mouth. And from there on-behind closed doors a very concerning bdsm dynamic rose up and Morose more or less runs the kingdom behind the scenes while he uses His Royal Highness as a footstool.

[quantumstardustdreamer]

I'm so tired today... I don't know what else to say really, but I know I need to write it down. I'm dealing with so much at once and I really have to get seen for my brain tumor but it is so hard to do here. I want to go home.

[haikumaven]

Happy birthday, Edgar Allan Poe!! 🐦‍⬛🕯🖤📜🐈‍⬛️

I did this Raven inspired makeup look a few years ago 😊 still one of the best makeups I've ever done

[gothgirlclairdycat]

“It feels like I could rip the heavens apart with my pain. I scream silently into the night wondering if any gods see me and the sheer agony they put me through. Forcing me into an existence that gives me a taste of good to make the pain even more bitter.”

-A thought I recently had when crying

[morosecosmos]

Do you know what it's like? To beg for death and to be found unworthy?

[no0dlesoupp]

Its my clowns!! ☀️🌙

[biletemptress]

[bipolarblogss]

[blurredlandscape]

set/ go.

i wanna know a moment's choice

dissolved in a solvent

of purpose

i'd love to know these steps

in the making

unresolved as of yet;

but for the taking

future stuff

like righteous, aromatic snuffs

of something ive envisioned

fruits rotten on the table

im unstable..

afraid of the insufferable line

the hard edge

at a cliffs ledge

that i'd teeter on;

inevitably falling

to make this decision

[sleepydrummer]

Vincent, 2022 Ashley Brunetti

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[lavieja00]

contenta con habitar la mente, con el cuerpo como vehículo de exponerme a consumos culturales, para satisfacer la imaginación.

Se que el cuerpo se desvencija y agrietara con el tiempo. Pero no sé cómo darle un placer que no me pide.

He tenido sexo por el miedo a la vejes más que por placer.

[ponderous-tomes]

feeling morose, for indefinable reasons...