Dont compare that obese fuck to a skinny icon.

;-;

all i felt like saying tbh.

august is a fat cow

⠀⠀ ꒰⠀⠀ steph.

No.

( minor muse ﹔ adult mun )

𓏻 the little girl ⸻
𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈.

fandomless portrayal. identity v canon. by 𝘺𝘰𝘳𝘪.

♡ྀི ┊ #MVRP
♡ྀི ┊ #IDENTITYV

THE GARDENER ┊ EMMA WOOD𝓼ঔঌ

⠀⠀
⠀ ─ ๋࣭ ✦.` ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ 、
    ⠀  𝕷𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ 𝕯𝑼𝑺𝑻 、

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀  ⠀⠀ɪᴛ`s ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
    ⠀ ⠀ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ 𝕾𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 ;
sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ 𝕯𝑼𝑺𝑻 .
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Good.

Keep eating, my son, grow big and strong.

this you.

kneeled position, his reflection solemnly staring back at him idly, the motion is elegant, graceful, and he fixes the other with a look of... just indifference. apathy.

“is it? i’ve only been wandering.”

his tone, however, is convincing almost.

to trail after him as stealthily as he could so he could discern more.

he isn’t startled at all by orpheus’ voice interrupting the ceaseless static of his thoughts—of a mutated voice curdling through his skull like a long, bony finger crooking detatchedly—and when he rises from his previously

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what could a bremen soldier want in an area like this, without his master to guide him? it must mean that kaiser is not far from this location, lurking, a lingering apparition, and nas’hrah had been insistent, cogent, propelling o’saa to

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conversation. but he is deeply alone, and that’s how he prefers it.

his stumble onto the manor hadn’t been as accidental as he could influence one to believe it was—not just for the pestering of nas’hrah, protrusive as he is, but for unfettered curosity at the sight of the soldier.

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no cloaked secret. you could come to the conclusion that he could merely be speaking to himself—if not for the long intervals between his sentences, as if listening to something’s response, interpreting and tasting it, then responding on his own, in only the same push-and-pull structure of a full

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it is clear, even from a bit of a distance, that he is talking to someone else. not resoundingly, gaudily, not enough for his words to be perceived through breadth alone, or through fortuitous angles amongst the trees; but as orpheus creeps closer, the depth and murmuring of o’saa’s voice is

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i don’t even know this person.

ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉

ㅤ

hm.

i most certainly will.

it was a wonderful decision to have made, coming here.

Damn.

i just wanna see ass

⠀⠀ ꒰⠀⠀ steph.

Idk u.