If one has not a purpose, m8ke your own.
Dark Terrors am I 8lessed to not receive such a cursed f8 as to 8e part........ 8east?
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((When you got like under twenty dollars left in your account until payday and it’s like: *Fuuuuck*.))
((Over 20 is like safe, you got money for stuff--gas, food, etc etc but once you dip below twenty and worse below ten or five and it’s just like counting the hours until you’re paid again and praying nothing drops because you’ve budgeted every penny and you are DAMN sure it’s all fine and dandy. Then something comes out early and you’re FUCKED.))
((When you got like under twenty dollars left in your account until payday and it’s like: *Fuuuuck*.))
The true 8lessing 8esides renewed youth is that the magic faceless creatures have forgotten me.
May8e only a century........?
I do look a lot younger now........
Anonymous asked:
+You okay?
After such a confession? No.
Anonymous asked:
+ Why so bitter, lady?
[TRIGGER WARNING--READ TAGS.]
My m8sprit killed me in cold 8lood. He 8etr8yed his allies of every higher 8lood that had come together to defeat the Empress. I first thought the seadwellers were a target of the Empire’s forces against us. It was when the 8lue8loods started to die around me I realized that he had them murdered. “Mindfang.” He approached me with a smile that night. He had no weapon. I thought perhaps I was mist8ken. Not my sweet Summoner. “I will win this war.” 8ut 8y then I realized he was half cr8zed. As his hand crushed my throat. And then--his lance ran me through. “This is all your fault, high8lood........” The last words he said to me as I died. Death was fine. Death was fine, 8ut something decided I needed to live--no, no. 8eings decided I needed to live. I woke up, a revived corpse with so many chemicals running through me. Una8le to--Una8le to do anything as I was r8ped and used as a toy for profit for perigees. T8ken around as some sort of escort 8y creatures of high credit for what felt like an eternity--once--once I was *lucid* enough to remem8er myself, I stole a cellular device and sent a message to plead for help for the one person I thought........ The one person I still trusted. I knew he was alive. I wonder if he received it, and if he did--he never c8me. One d8y, when the creature that ensl8ved me left the planet I was left to put together the 8roken pieces of myself. I was ro88ed of my voice. I had to recover the addiction and dependency of those chemicals. I struggled for most of a sweep to 8e something that I recognized as myself--and eventually I did. I even found a moir8l. I m8de a happy little home 8y the sea. With her. Then one eve I fell asleep and I awoke a sweep later alone. Alone and locked in a manner that looked like the one of my youth. Surrounded 8y puzzles and reminders--surrounded 8y guilt. I slowly solved them and found a la8 where seven others of myself were dismem8ered and mutil8d. I had my eye 8ack. I was missing scars. They used them, all seven, to rem8ke me. I esc8ped, yes, 8ut not 8efore a copy of my lusus ch8sed me and a reminder that--of--of what the Summoner had done. The 8east tried to consume me whole. I 8arely esc8ped to this vessel I commandeered. So please, anon, tell me--why should I NOT 8e 8itter?
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Anonymously send me '+' and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them
I do not know what I did to 8e so stupid this eve.
Ah, liquor, my oldest friend.
I cannot offer help or 8e *good* at this point 8ecause it literally 8lows up in my f8ce 8y the laughs of f8. I would rather 8e 8ludgeoned 8y the Grand High8lood again.
8eing dead was wonderful. Where is the disappear into the void option?
“Find out who’s in charge and shake them down before we get to the pillaging, at the very least. Portmaster probably has a secret stash and it might be nice to get the really good bits before fire and debris make that harder to access. Other than that… you’re the professional here and I’m happy to follow your lead.”
He’s humming some sea shanty or another as landfall draws closer, and it becomes obvious that containing his excitement is more effort than he’s willing to expend. He does, however, spare another glance at Mindfang- or more importantly her outfit, and then a second down at himself. He frowns, apparently disappointed in himself, before closing his eyes lightly. A faint cloud of the same smoke in which he appears ensconces him, and when it dissipates he’s dressed a little more appropriately- white button-down and some dress pants, and a cutlass at his hip.
“Oh, and maybe we can get into a barfight, too. It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of that, too.”
The light hum of his sea shanty gives way to wholehearted singing, and he breaks into a little dance around the ship as they descend. Suppose he could have been clearer about what the Marquise was signing up for.
The Marquise looks over at the... fleshy, short thing called--right. The name. Whatever it was. The pirate doesn’t do much but watch, and monitor the ship after they’ve established the layout and possible strategies. Normally? She can talk until people die but this is... Differently. Different... “I suppose my only instruction is to have fun with it.” That’s a casual comment, given the circumstances--but she has no desire to fool around except to get goods and glory. Does it matter otherwise? Maybe, maybe not. This is her second sort of heist since being rvived, so, it’s all the same to her no matter what happens. Her body is put back together from other parts and honestly feels... Better. Horrifying. “Are you armed?” Ah, she should of course inquire that before they go into battle--it is only a minute or less until they land. No, she’s wrong. They’re landing now.