#interaction : miriam.

[nyanbinary-87]

hey wandersong fans. do you ever think about the baron. how, in so little time, wandersong clearly establishes four things: one, the baron fucked up an Entire Town. two, he did it trying to bring that town happiness, because it was once His community. three, hes kiwis father. four, they do not recognize each other.

do you ever think about how profoundly sad that is? the baron, presumably already estranged from his community, decided to try and bring it joy. he abandoned his wife and child to do so. he spent years, decades, even, working on his factory, his toys. but the factory fails. the community comes together, rallied by a bard he does not know, to tell him that hes done them wrong. that hes done something downright evil, even. he looks at a determined community he does not recognize, and backs down. he goes home to his wife, their child nowhere to be seen. thats to be expected, after decades. they must be an adult now.

and kiwi...ohhh the ways the baron parallels kiwi...the both of them, estranged from the communities they live in, doing whatever they can to bring the people around them joy, but its never enough. theyre never Part of the community. so they leave, on their own journey. one to save the world, one to save the town. and they fail! theyre not the heroes of their stories, no matter how hard they try. but kiwi went out making friends on their journey. kiwi has miriam to lift them up and help them out. the baron has no one, not anymore.

[blckbarbree]

📲 BRIDGE

BREE: so i am officially on my parents shit list and they are probably writing me out of the will as I type BREE: I need a drink or five BREE: please tell me you have something interesting enough to share to distract me @mir-iamwilde

[matthewsblue]

“Matthew shook his head ruefully. “I’ve missed you, Miriam.”

“Don’t. Because the next time I see you, I’m going to bite you so hard you’ll have the scar for years.” Miriam’s voice shook. “You should have killed Benjamin long ago. You knew he was a monster.”

“Even monsters can change,” Matthew said softly. “Look at me.”

“You were never a monster,” she said. “That was a lie you told to keep the rest of us away.”

[allaboardthevespa]

So the new Disventure Camp episode came out... (SPOILERS)

Me: Oh this is gonna be fun! They'll be doing a disgusting food challenge and shenanigans will happen and Ellabby stuff an-

Disventure Camp suddenly: I SAID WE SAD TODAY

[meatt-packk]

ugh miriam and lucille should literally be the best of friends those two weird gals would fw each other so bad but nooooo according to the story which I wrote for whatever fucking reason they can't be besties bc they lived like 40 years apart story wise.....

I need to draw some non canon art of them naowwwwwwww

[meetmeafftcrdark]

☽. miriam strout said: “Here, I knitted you something!”

– ¿Para mí? Oh, no debiste molestarte –meneó suavemente la cabeza. Su respuesta estaba cargada de sorpresa y, a su vez, de agradecimiento por el gesto– Muchas gracias –agregó, recibiendo el objeto. / @orchidcovs

[carguynoel]

📲MIDEL

NOEL: I know we just spent days together in lockdown where i definitely didn't smell all the way right but i kinda miss you and your rank ass armpits @mir-iamwilde

[feuerwizard]

starter for @myristicisms | playing lanceboard

The Shadow Cursed lands are a peculiar and foreboding place, unlike anything Caleb had ever seen before. Dingy air thick with a palpable sense of danger, the shadows seemingly alive and ready to swallow them whole. Each step towards Last Light Inn felt uncertain as if the very ground beneath their feet could turn against them at any moment. Despite the constant threat looming over them, Caleb could not help but be fascinated by the strange landscape around him. Every corner with secrets and mysteries that begged to be uncovered. But survival took the forefront of his mind, just as it always had. He could not study anything is was dead.

Luckily Last Light Inn is a temporary haven (after they fought off Marcus) and even the dirt-covered human wizard has to admit shelter is a relief. He remains reserved, opting for a quick round of ale from the bar downstairs instead of mingling with his eccentric companions. However, one thing manages to grab his attention—Miriam sitting alone at the lanceboard table. Caleb cannot help but feel drawn to the empty seat beside her, taunting him to join in on the game. Despite his usual solitary nature, he finds it nearly impossible to resist a game of strategy.

“Hallo,” he greets the woman as he walks towards her, his accented voice slightly muffled by the half-finished mug of ale in his hand. “I don’t suppose you are looking for another player?”

[eueclid]

"help me up!" buzzy clings to the cavernous edge, panicking, eyes blown wide as he prays miriam reaches him in time. the ground caved in beneath him unexpectedly, leaving buzzy dangling and ready to scream as he holds onto the edge of the rock for dear life. "miriam!" another shout. "help!"

It felt like every time Shawky and Buzzy convinced her to come along, something like this happened. Buzzy was there one second and then he was gone, and had he not started screaming, Miriam would have never guessed where he went. “ Hold on! ” She calls back, throwing down her notebook and backpack and running to the cliff he’d fallen off of. “ Take my hand. I’ll pull you up. ” She says, anchoring herself, preparing to take one of his hands with one of hers and then pull him up with both.

[myristicisms]

Birthdays were something of a rarity to her, many years spent at the orphanage where she just got told congrats on living another year and then ignored save for the occasional year that Gebel managed to find a way to celebrate in a way that was more than just sitting on her bed chatting idly and yearning to have a proper family. After Gebel's death though, none of her birthdays really mattered and that fact had only been amplified by her former boyfriend who conveniently always forgot and always went off to do something else with his brother on her birthday. Every year. It never bothered her any though, such was life and honestly Miriam had better things to worry about than the fact that her age was one year higher than it was the previous day.

Waking up felt the same, for once she managed to wake after her boyfriend and while usually she wouldn't be too concerned with the fact, it confused her that the man wasn't still in bed; Usually he was still curled around her even if he'd woken first simply because he needed a moment to fully wake up and because usually she was always sprawled half on top of the poor man and he was too polite to wake her up himself unless he really had to get up. ( Wonder what he's up to... ) She muses to herself, a smile creeping upon tired features. Bones crack as the pallid woman stretches, laughing softly at the old t-shirt she'd stolen from Sonon flooding her senses for a moment before she stands up and shakes the tiredness from her body with a soft hum. The house smelled good, really good actually, as she pads out from their shared room, feet leaving gentle thunks against the wooden floor while she draws closer and closer to the dining room.

She peaks into the kitchen, icy blues gleaming with a reserved warmth only ever seen when gazing upon her little family; She may not have been formally adopted like she'd dreamt of as a kid but a loving boyfriend and his kid sister was just as good, waking up every morning and seeing Melphie's tired grin was more than enough to ease her heart into a ridiculous state of comfort as was being able to watch Sonon hum whilst making breakfast for the household and she'd happily stand beside him whilst the two cleaned up after eating their meal, it may not be what one would think of as typical for a family but it was hers and she loved it.

“ Good morning lover. ” She cooes softly, leans against the doorway with a tired smile sat atop pallid lips, “ You don't happen to be up so early for a specific reason, do you? Aside from making breakfast seeing as Melphie is still in bed and you left me all on my lonesome. ”

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

within the kusakabe household, huge birthday celebrations weren't really a thing. lucky for sonon, his birthday often fell on the first autumn festival of the year. and for melphie's — born only a handful of days after his — birthday, they'd usually still go to practice, then return home and cook up a miniature feast: left up to sonon to do all the hard work, of course. despite it only being the two, they'd always managed to have some fun, so when melphie sighed a mere week ago, annoyed she had yet to hear her older brother planning something extravagant for his girlfriend, the man frowned. while yes he did plan to do more than his sister and his old traditions, it wasn't like he was organising some colossal party. plus . . . sonon was sure even if they put their heads together, both miriam and himself couldn't come up with enough people to fill a room. so melphie's idea went out the window, and there wasn't much romantic he could think to do, considering sonon's kid sister didn't have school . . . well, hopefully a nice breakfast, some sweet treats, and the small gift kusakabe had gotten a couple of days prior would be enough. if not, he's more than willing to make up for the fact tomorrow when melphie is out of the house.

[wildflowercryptid]

i need poly dendra/tulip/miriam fuckin STAT.

[melonisopod]

NIKKE would be marginally better if the protag were female by default.

Not much better and certainly not groundbreaking but it would be gayer which is objectively better by a margin.

[blckbarbree]

@mir-iamwilde replied to your post “Tell Midge a secret that you haven’t shared with...”:

Okay but who????? 👀

PRIVATE MESSAGE

My ex... Jake Puckerman.

[lovehurried]

@wasworthy said:    “I turn round to find there's a girl in my room.” apart together  • not accepting.

"Y'know, you really need to get better security." She muses from her position on the bed, feigning concern. "They let anyone in here, Tommy. All I had to say was 'I'm his wife' and they gave me a key. Or am I just the latest in a long list of wives who've been visiting you this week?"

It's then that she lets herself grin, unable to keep up the bit when she catches sight of the gold band on his finger. She's used to the rush of affection he triggers now, but she's still not used to that.

The crisp, white hotel bedding stands in contrast to the black silk and chiffon of her dress; a show dress, something she decides to explain before he can think to ask.

"We've got a couple of days before the tour picks up again in Boston. Did you know it only takes an hour to get from Detroit to Hamilton, if you've got a friend with a private plane who owes you a favour?"

[lanternlightss]

I think,,,, Miriam (the wandersong witch) is rhwcore,,,, rhw adjacent,,, sned post

ABSOLUTELY TRUE !!!!!

grumpy sillies who care …. tapping their feet and also. Guys. please don’t Die good god

[meetmeafftcrdark]

miriam strout ( @orchidcovs ) said: maybe we should take a break.

– ¿Hice algo mal? –preguntó, asustada de haberlo arruinado.