nguyenvi252

[ssolessurvivor]

just a thing for @paramounticebound <3

Of course they had to come into Klingon space, of course Khan had to try and go for some of the toughest damn aliens out there. Maybe Logan aught to smack his commander, throw some sense around that skull if they ever got back to the ship. At this rate, he'd reloaded thrice now: running low on ammo. He insisted on using guns because they were familiar, he knew how they worked. None of this stun business: when he shot, it was to kill.

In the ambush, he'd lost track of Khan in the chaos, trying to lay low only to turn on a dime and shoot one bloody, the thump to the ground and Logan continued on. Two more descended: lined up just so they were felled with one bullet. In the heat of the moment, he decided heading for high ground was best. He couldn't very well do his job in the trenches, and that's where he was, though by whatever grace he wasn't cornered yet. Steeling his nerves, ignoring the sounds around him ricocheting off these concrete walls, Logan made his way through relatively swiftly. Stopped only by a few Klingons too close for comfort. Dodging their massive sword-like weapons wasn't too difficult: while maneuvering with the wall as a springboard, one of them hit the other, and a swift kick to the face had them disoriented enough he could run out of there.

There he is.

Gun in hand, Logan slowed and fired: headshot downing one daring to sneak up behind Khan, and Logan's sprinting again. There's an odd desperation in his gut, festering like an infection, and he doesn't know why. Cut off by another alien, Logan goes to his knees, the momentum keeping him skidding on the ground while Khan fires for him. It goes a little too quiet after that, and Logan's hair on the back of his neck stands on end. The stairs to get to Khan seem twice their usual size, but once he's there, he doesn't rest, doesn't let his eyes settle.

"We have to get out of here." He takes one sparing glance at Khan, the rage evident in his own eyes as something akin to a glow. "Let's keep moving, I don't want to be stationary too long." What is this? Where is it? Logan is antsy, visibly stepping from one foot to the other, eyes darting to every dark crevice and crack, every hidey-hole a sniper might be. They wait too long for his liking, the rest of the crew finally coming to the dais and heading out before he and Khan do, and that's when it hits him.

Two things happen simultaneously: the laser appears on Khan's back, and he hears a muffled Klingon war cry. It's just enough warning.

It's as if the world is rendered in slow motion, black and white shapes and shadows warping his state of mind. His feet can't get him there fast enough but he shoves Khan with all his strength and a yell escapes him from the exertion of it all and the pain lighting up his abdomen. The projectile is so much more powerful than a normal bullet that Logan is flung backwards, lands on the ground until he rolls and collides hard with the wall behind him. Eyes squeeze closed, teeth bared at the pain radiating through him with an unnatural searing heat. Blonde head lolls back against the ground now, hands coming to shield the wound but feeling his own blood trickle over his fingers.

He can't speak, can't find the energy to say anything to Khan and the crew, to get out. Maybe somewhere far off they got him: he recalls seeing flashes of light amid the darkness of the place, maybe they got him. Logan still can't open his eyes, feeling beads of sweat on his brow. Maybe...they left him. As he knew they would cajole Khan into doing: they never liked him anyways.

[angelshiraeth]

that might have worked once, but not anymore. ( an ask meme to say hello!! ) || @heavenfelled

"Crowley..."

They're standing on a precipice. Metaphorically, of course. Although it felt very real to the angel from where he stood, watching Crowley with a furrowed brow. The gap between them was hardly large, but it seemed to stretch for miles.

Everything about this felt wrong. It had always been the pair of them, separate from the rest of the universe – heaven, hell, humanity. They had their own little bubble, an understanding. But now, it seemed as though that bubble had popped.

Aziraphale shifts, hands clasped anxiously. "I– can't it work again? Just this once?" He pleads. There's something desperate in his voice, fuelled by the gnawing feeling that if Crowley walked out that door this time, the demon just might not come back.

[dehorned]

Reaches over and grabs his horns. "Hm!" - Unprompted

         Hellboy lowered himself to the eye-level of the small Japanese child, in thoughtful consideration that his massive height could be... well, intimidating. But then again, this was no ordinary child. She smelled similar to the man-eating demons he had ran into. An oni, he deliberated. Highly dangerous and troublesome beings that need to be killed on sight. 

         … But instead of reaching out for one of his more merciful weapons from his coat’s pockets, the big red detective’s gaze softened at what seemed to be a dried bamboo on the girl’s mouth. It seemed to have been tightly wrapped around her face. Like a muzzle. 

         Jeez, he thought grimly. The poor kid. 

         Right when a solemn Hellboy was about to get back up, he was taken aback at her sudden attempt to touch the two stumps a top his head. Though he had filed them again recently, Hellboy could still feel the ghost of his once proud protruding horns.     

         ❛ ... Yeah. You're not like the others, huh ? ❜ he murmured gently, in a way his gruff voice could muster. And seeing as the girl took such great interest, Hellboy decided to oblige and to tilt his head down more so that she could further inspect his technically, amputated horns. ❛ You got a name, kid ? ❜ 

send a random IC ask !     ➤    always accepting .​

[ladyhavilliard]

mo dao zu shi tarot

wheel of fortune: good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point

the tower | jiang cheng

death | wei wuxian

[okaioh]

thinking about death family coffee shop modern life au thing (it's totally not midnight right now and I'm writing this out because i can't sleep)

thinking about how people who come by would make fun of Phil and say how he's enforcing child labor on his kids from the way they seem to be running the shop rather than him himself but really - they didn't even ask Phil if they could help they just kinda started doing their own thing because..."why not?"

Chayanne started baking the best damn pastries anyone's ever tasted while Lullah found a passion in latte art along with playing music to entertain customers and they're having the time of their lives

(they would tease phil about not getting paid enough and he'd affectionately call them little shits and still refuse to pay them <3)

Phil is set at the register because even if they have their own step stool to reach over the counter - Phil is not allowing them to be taking people's money, they are staying back in the kitchen or at the front for entertainment - managers orders

Missa works alongside Phil at the register - he's the one who started teaching Lullah how to make latte art and so their job together is making people smile with cute cats drawn on their lattes or silly drawings on their coffee cups / napkins

(there's also the occasional moments where he lets Lullah draw out the next few orders while he gets to watch Phil work with a love struck expression on his face - and then promptly snap back to reality thanks to the coffee he just accidentally spilled all over his apron)

the place they work at is also conveniently underneath from where they live - they own an entire apartment building on top of the shop and somehow the government doesn't seem to care about that - Phil one day just kinda said "yeah, this whole things gonna be mine now" and no one really stopped him

(the other apartments are really just places for storage, some rooms are gardens and animal sanctuaries for Lullah while some are just filled to the brim with crates full of potatoes from Chayanne)

and they all just live happily together <3 no problems or issues at all <3 no white bear that tries haunting them or anything nope not here <3

[championsofthegate]

@starbvund asked: ( @starbvund to Alras from Halsin ) “A bhaalspawn? Yes, even those of us who make the forest our home have heard of them.” Halsin found it curious to be quizzed on this. A strange lot he’d agree to help, but they needed his aid. He was happy to give it. “Not that I’ve ever met one. I may be three hundred years young, but there are still many things I’ve yet to experience.” Which made him wonder… why ask?

Ah. His ears drooped slightly, a little disappointed, but it couldn't be helped. Alras had hoped Halsin, being nearly 300, would have some knowledge on bhaalspawn. Something that could help Alras unravel whatever was inside him and his sister.

"I suppose there are very few people that have," Alras said with a sigh. "I had just hoped... I've read a little, in the books we've found in the area, and thought perhaps someone might know something more." It seemed odd that there were so many books strewn about. Almost as if someone wanted him to find them.

But then, there were also books about vampires and Shar worshipers, so it wasn't just him they were playing a prank on, if that was the case.

"There's... have you ever felt the urge to kill someone, against the very fabric of your nature?"

[brutalmasks]

hello, everyone! i hope you all experience the very positive vibes that this picture exudes today and are also as happy as this little guy:

i just wanted to give y'all a little update while i'm at it as i finally have more time this weekend to spend on here and thus, i shall be answering some asks, including ones that are probably long overdue NGL (,,: ( and i am legitimately SO sorry about that. exam season has been keeping me BUSY busy but i only have two exams left, which is good ), and more recent ones! but yeah, i also wanted to highlight how thankful i am of y'all for sticking with me and this acc, as well as always showing me support for my content!! so thank you all so MUCH for being the best people around, in my humble opinion ❤️🫂 y'all are amazing and don't let anyone tell you otherwise,, i love you all dearly, and i shall be signing off by wishing everyone here to have the BEST day ever!

[universestreasures]

@shacchou Sent:

❛  You don't ask for a lot. ❜ An observation accompanied by an imperturbable tone that betrayed no immediate emotion; baritone voice resounding through the cold surfaces that encompassed the woman's cell. Not unlike a statue, the priest stood before the iron bars; blue eyes fixed on her, and the Millennium Rod held tightly in his grasp. Since the incident that took place a few days before at the underground arena, he had given the order to his guards to not only move her to a new location unknown to anyone but him, but also to provide her with anything she might ask for or require; food, drink or clothing. And yet, not once had she requested for more than what little was given to her. (Kisara, from Priest Seto)

Following the incident, Kisara had went into yet another string of days where she did nothing but sleep. Her body was under a constant state of pain and discomfort, no doubt in part due to the years of struggle from being deprived of basic necessities. So, rest was often one of the only ways to restore her strength. However, after what she had learned from those of the Pharaoh's palace, there might be another reason for her frequent sleeping state other than because of her deprivation of food and drink.

She had been told she had a monster, otherwise referred to as a Ka, living deep inside her, one akin to a god. Of course, she was hesitant to believe such things. Kisara, despite her unique appearance, was not one to think of herself as noteworthy. She knew her limitations, knew of her fragility, and lived each day simply to survive. She had no purpose other than that...at least maybe until now.

If she harbored such a mighty beast, the 'white dragon' as Lord Seto described, could she potentially use it for the greater good? Despite not being from this land, the young woman was well aware of those like her who struggled daily. Even those who would curse her existence and stone her were in a similar position. They didn't want her to 'curse' them to more anguish than they already had.

But perhaps that 'curse' of hers that seemed to be around her since she was born could be reversed and instead turned into something good, something that can help people come out of the darkness and into the light. Though, there was an obvious hurdle with that. Kisara isn't aware of even how to summon her Ka, let alone control it and use it.

Could she be taught how to do that? Could Lord Seto teach her how to do that?

Her thought of the man who saved her is soon followed by his appearance on the other side of the bars, as if on queue. Kisara slowly stands from her bed, moving towards his direction. At his inquiry, she simply bows her head in respect before answering.

"You have already given me more than enough, Lord Seto." Her voice is soft but laced with no hint of dishonesty. "You are the reason I am still here today, after all. I am eternally grateful to you. Kindness like what you have shown me has been...a scarcity in my life. I only hope I can manage to repay you for it someday."

[goddessrisen]

@blackhardtt   invoked the goddess,

"What if they kissed?" W/ roderickkkkk

     possessive,   all-consuming   flesh   crashed   'pon   petal-soft   lips   as   large   hands   encircled   supple   waist.   a   calloused   thumb   brushed   over   exposed   flesh,   caressing   silken   skin.   the   witch   sighed   into   the   kiss,   equally   as   eager   as   the   pirate.   slender   hands   grasped   broad   shoulders   as   she   clutched   him   impossibly   closer.   the   expanse   of   muscles   that   flexed   beneath   her   touch   sent   molten   desire   down   her   spine   as   a   hand   slid   further   down,   cupping   her   ass   before   suddenly   she   was   lifted.   shapely   legs   automatically   wrapped   around   large   waist   as   pure,   sinful   desire   thrummed   through   her.

     hyeon   pulled   away   from   the   kiss   with   a   sharp   inhale,   brilliant   amber   wide   as   she   stared   up   into   molten   gold.   something   particularly   feral   lurked   beneath   the   surface   as   her   back   met   the   cold   stone   of   the   alley   he'd   cornered   her   in.   pink   colored   porcelain   flesh   as   she   panted,   tongue   wetting   bruised   lips.   the   arrogant   twitch   to   his   lips   made   her   equally   frustratingly   aroused     &&       frustrated.   liquid   amber   gave   way   to   the   black   of   her   pupil,   desire   painted   across   her   ethereal   visage   even   as   she   scowled   up   at   him.

     he'd   met   her   bluff,   prowling   after   her   with   all   the   grace   of   a   panther   as   she   disappeared   into   the   crowd.   though   she   knew   the   streets     &&       alleyways   well,   the   man   was   not   to   be   deterred,   stalking   her   from   a   distance   until   he'd   found   an   opening.   hyeon   would   never   forget   the   thrum   of   her   heart   in   her   throat   as   she'd   realized   he'd   cornered   her.   the   purely   predatory   glint   within   his   gaze   as   he   slowly   approached,   content   in   the   knowledge   that   he'd   won.   yet,   all   the   same,   his   first   touch   had   been   gentle,   questioning   if   she   had   truly   wanted   it.   the   heated   gaze,   the   prideful   jut   of   her   chin   did   not   abate,   even   as   she   dipped   her   head   in   response.

     a   sharp,   warning   bite   to   tender   throat   forced   hyeon   back   to   the   present.   the   witch   blinked,   her   gaze   sharpening   for   a   moment   as   she   met   glimmering   gold.   lips   quirked   into   a   soft   smile   as   a   hand   slid   from   broad   shoulder   to   thick   hair,   tangling   within   the   dark   locks   as   manicured   nails   raked   along   his   scalp.

     ❝   nnn,   if   you   plan   on   staking   a   claim,   darling .   .   .   do   not   do   it   so   teasingly.   i   promise   that   i   can   take   whatever   you   have   to   offer.   ❞     the   witch's   eyes   danced   with   amusement   as   she   poked   &&   prodded,   unable   to   quell   her   desire   to   shatter   the   man's   inhibitions.     ❝   unless   you   are   incapable.   i   suppose   i   shan't   mourn   the   loss   of   crying   out   your   name   too   harshly.   ❞     though   she   teased,   hyeon's   legs   tightened   around   the   man's   waist,   unwilling   to   release   their   possessive   grip.

kissing, in my christian minecraft server ( yes ) || accepting

[nursewashing]

❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞ Angela! ... :(

how upsetting, to panic so much — and in front of another person. unfortunate as it is, anya's mind prepares for rejection or shame when another person sees her in this state. yet, this girl's tone is gentle and reassuring. it does not stop anya from shuddering with her hands drawn to her face, but all the same, this young woman certainly isn't making it worse. anya could even say it helps to hear some reassurance for once.

anya lifts her hands from her face to look at her. ❛ thank you... i– i'm sorry. i didn't mean to concern you so much. i'll be fine. really, i'm okay. ❜ it sounds as if she's partially trying to convince herself of that, as if willing wellness into existence through shaky words ever did any good.

prompts. | always accepting!

[ellieellieoxenfree]

What did BOC do?

assuming you are in good faith, anon, here’s a non-exhaustive list:

they allowed the KP novelists (poi and yok) unfettered access to the set, where they were filmed sexually harassing numerous members of the cast, including a minor they coerced into giving them massages

they failed to take action against the actors’ stalkers who doxed their hotels and flights and followed them on vacation, nearly drove their cars off the road, and broke into the BOC offices

ignoring poi’s accusations of plagiarism against sammon for the original 4 minutes script (prior to its retooling as whatever the fuck garbage it is now) and failing to apologize

continuing to side with poi after she falsely accused one of their actors, build jakapan, of plagiarism, abuse, theft, and a forced abortion, as well as setting up a months-long harassment campaign with leaks of private messages and photos, leading him to nearly commit suicide after his resignation and more or less blackballing him from the thai television industry. actors were also forbidden to mention him in any way.

in a major double standard move, forced build into an extended hiatus near the end of KP's airtime after twitter dug up decade-old problematic tweets and blew them up into a scandal, while ignoring 2024 allegations and receipts against bible for old, still undeleted social media posts that are in the same vein that got build canceled originally

pond, BOC’s CEO, continues to blame build indirectly in interviews over 18 months after the initial scandal (obliquely referring to him as though all of BOC’s past and present problems are laid at build’s feet), even though poi admitted in a settlement that the claims were false and build has entirely distanced himself from anything to do with BOC since his resignation

chose to announce jeff satur’s departure from BOC during a live event that was also streamed worldwide without informing nearly everyone in the cast prior, including bible (who’d just lost his scene partner, build, not long beforehand) and barcode (jeff’s scene partner, the minor who’d been harassed by yok and poi), causing a devastated barcode to burst into tears in front of the audience

held a reality show that included telling a teenager to get a nose job to ‘look less chinese’ and required the largely-teenage candidates to undergo an exercise in humiliating exorcism where they had to spill the skeletons in their closet in a public guilt and shaming circle

have been exposed numerous times stealing artwork for promotional materials

discarding the majority of their cast after KP finished airing, leaving actors signed to the studio but providing them no acting, sponsorship, or live opportunities, only to then hire several waves of new cast members for other projects, leaving the existing talent high and dry

failed to budget properly for their aborted ‘world tour,’ then blamed the actors

despite KP being a massive success, they claimed to be above BL for their next project, man suang (which pond trumpeted as the saving grace of new thai cinema and was partially funded by the thai ministry of culture), which failed to do anywhere near the gangbusters numbers expected of it, leading pond to walk back his claims and announce a man suang AU tv show, recently postponed from its original 2024 release date to 2025, which is supposed to be more of a light and fluffy BL romcom, rather than the serious historical piece man suang was originally advertised as. this was also apo's passion project and had almost zero promotion.

mile, who was the inspiration for the KP novel, coaxed apo back from new york (where he’d gone after a disastrous experience in lakorns in thailand) to star in KP by promising him BOC wouldn’t be similar to other studios, only to promptly turn around and have the guy who’d faced horrific amounts of colorism appear in ads for whitening products

have repeatedly insulted international fans (both in southeast asia and globally), including a canceled event in vietnam being blamed on bigoted stereotypes of vietnam being crime-ridden and unsafe, and using offensive/outdated content in their promotional materials

ultimately, whether you choose to support BOC or not is your decision and my judgment means nothing. for me, KP was a very good time for a few months and then a life-ruining time for three times as long as it was good, and i quite frankly would prefer never to have watched the show because BOC and its attack dogs caused so much pain to a huge number of people i care about, with none of the people either at the company or in the fandom ever bothering to take the slightest shred of accountability for their noxious behavior. i hope every day is a fucking misery for pond and i wish him all the luck and success he deserves, which is fucking none. when BOC burns down, let me know so i can reserve the time off to dance on its grave.

[howthesleeplesswander]

❝ you can’t leave me here ! ❞ [ consider: ice bridging gone wrong w/ Aether and Kaeya :') ]

@drolliic || Starter Prompts || Accepting!

"It's nothing personal!" Kaeya called back to where the Traveler drifted in the water a few dozen feet away. The shoreline of what was affectionately known as "Heart Island" was still a ways off, but the snowy ridges of Dragonspine's southern peaks were at least ten times the distance. They were much too far to turn back now.

Though Kaeya's expression was remorseful, it was also distinctly amused, and his accompanying shrug was a bit too nonchalant. "It takes a lot less power to make ice thick enough for one person than for two. If I run out of steam by the time we get there, we won't be able to get back; I have to conserve my energy."

As he spoke he continued to walk backwards with ice sprouting at his heels. He waved to his friend, big and dramatic enough that Aether could see it from afar. "Besides, I hear you're a strong swimmer! Maybe you can catch up to me before I get there!"

[mcrcki]

@mischiefxmuses​ said : “  please, stop—  ”   - Hunter to Omega

violentine’s day memes || still accepting

“stop what--” omega said, looking back at her brother, their eyebrows furrowing. “hunter this is great! why are you freaking out! it’s like, the practice droids except she moves so much faster.” omega mused, grinning back at him. “they can’t get hurt, so there’s nothing to worry about!”

[bakeryisms]

“You broke my heart.” // complaining about a pastry being out of stock

"Well, if you're willing to wait for me to go back there and make some more, I can still get it for you!" She didn't mind going to make him one if he really wanted it.

@fiuehrer

[theriverdalereviewer]

everyone jumping to team kamala we will never experience true freedom in this country

[lasplaga]

❛ Tell me more. ❜ / excella

「𝔖」 What was Lord Saddler if not the mouthpiece for the parasites themselves, spreading the wonders of it's glory throughout the globe? Valdelobos was the first to 'embrace' their innumerable gifts, would Kijuju --- the cradle of humanity, origin of both Progenitor & Las Plagas, be next? The specimen did not arrive in a containment cell, rather, the adult organism clung to it's Master ( if not it's own Father & Mother ) with eight spindly fingers, tail coiled tightly upon his arm... or were the two conjoined at the nerves, the very flesh with their bizarre, incomprehensible mutations? SOMETHING slithered underneath the layers of velvet robes... but where his humanity ended & parasitism began could never be discerned.

" ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔊𝔬𝔡, 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫, 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢. 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔪, 𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔚𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢, 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔰 --- 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶. "

To emphasize as a chief researcher, Osmund bid the alien-like creature to rear it's 'head', so that it's unsightly vertical jaws --- lined with multiple layers of fangs, were fully agape. The Priest caressed it's chitinous spine ( puzzling these scientists of TRICELL, for insects cannot possess such! ) in order to stimulate the production of it's secretions, which dripped from it's open maw. Black droplets, upon scattering on the tile floor, sizzled & ate away at the material. The demonstration proving that whatever 'IT' was, was deadly, & not to be encountered in enclosed spaces. Whether or not the liquids would completely melt through & seep into the level BENEATH them, would remain to be heard by screaming laboratory technicians.

" 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔟𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 --- 𝔦𝔣 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢. ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯. " Flowery language, though appropriate for a archaic monk, meant it was CHEMICALLY ACIDIC. " 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔶 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔰. " It would be child's play to manifest a cloud of black smoke, choking any human in proximity, drowning their lungs with the essence of plague. But, Lord Saddler was invited to spread the word of God, not disease. " ℑ𝔣 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰, 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔶. "