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Β Β Β Β Β β why wouldnβt they? they get their asses wiped for them in this era anyway. β
βBetween that and them being nasty, I prefer the former.β

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@cyfre
holyeousβ:
Β Β Β Β Β β why wouldnβt they? they get their asses wiped for them in this era anyway. β
βBetween that and them being nasty, I prefer the former.β
aurulentβ:
Β Β Β βThey really do. Iβm glad someone else knows the Β Β Β appreciation for it!β
βIf Iβm honest, not everyone was clean from where I come from so I thank every day how common it is in this world.β
βPeople really take toilet paper for granted in this era.β
sanpatronβ:
βΒ You ainβt getting off this easy, you dumb little bastard!Β β comes a voice from inside the nearby GANGβSTAR store. A commotion of sorts seemed to be playing out, yet just before anyone could have a chance to peek inside and see what was going on, out comes the companyβs head honcho himself carrying some poor fool out into the street.
βΒ You think you could play slick in MY store and get away with it? Either youβve got a massive pair on ya or youβre a giant fuckinβ idiot.Β β There is no hope for the man currently in tow as his cries for help are simply ignored by the general public. Wasnβt like this was the first nor the last time this kind of scene would play out.
And just before he could make another plea towards anyone passing by, the Boss immediately tosses this man several feet away before wiping his hands clean of the problem. Little does he know that a certain woman he was very familiar with just happened to come by his place of business. And once her presence was made aware of, the Bossβs personality seems to immediately flip like a light switch. Had to save face and all, yβknow?
βΒ Oh hiiii, Sypha. Didnβt see ya there. Howβs it going?Β β
@cyfreβ
Maybe dropping by was not the best idea she had. The organisation of the shop was going slow as per usual, given she never really offered her services through an already stablished place. Nor she was used to the concept, given she was often consumed by the longing of adventure, unable to stay still.
So, she had to sate her own wishes by taking advise from the only rich man she is willing to tolerate in the whole city. Much to her surprise, her tolerance was just a pleasantry of the contract she had signed.
βLovely! Heβs a savage!β
βAhm, yes. Very nice to see you again. Glad youβre doing fine.β Her deadpan expression said it all. It wasnβt like she was a stranger to these displays of violence and complete lack of decency, her life had intertwined itself with one of the biggest brutes in the world so this wasnβt an extraordinary sight.Β
However, this one wasnβt her brute and didnβt deserve much slack from her part.Β
As if there was any way to salvage any respect she had for him -- her debt sufficed to keep things civilised enough between them and maintain the sharpness of her tongue under control, just not enough to remain quiet.
βWas I interrupting you in taking out the trash? I can come by another day, this isnβt...urgent or anything.β As she spoke, her hand motioned toward the dumped body of the stranger he threw out.Β
recluctantly updates canon point to S3....
holyeousβ:
Β Β Β Β Β β well, thatβs something i didnβt need to think about. β
βRichter is pretty neat and knowing heβs technically related to me makes me proud. You should start accepting your role as an ancient grandpa while we are at it.β
βMagic is NOT a tool to create aberrations of nature.β
βDoes age really matter when more than half of the population here come from different years? Iβm technically a grandma and Iβm just 25.β
And so it continues. Y asΓ continua el Tarot de Castlevania I The Magician
ribellaioneβ:
Β Β Β β I have a bad feeling about somethingβ¦β she just doesnβt know what.
βYou look terribly stressed for someone so young, itβs natural youβll be worried about everything and nothing.β
psiiosβ:
πΉ β Myβ¦ Uhmβ¦Β βΒ Β Yeah, no way around it. What the heck was this? You had to be a pretty optimistic person to even see this attempt at baking as a human-shaped thing. I mean, it probably was edibleβ¦ probably, the dough didnβt look thatβ¦ burned. But why would you? You wouldnβt, thatβs the answer.Β
β Hm? Excuse me, I donβt want to sound rude, but, did you say grandson? βΒ Β The moment the shook of the failed microwave oven treat left her head for good, that particular sentence became something haunting her. Grandson? This woman didnβt look that much older from her.Β
β And, of course I can. I think you used too much potency,Β Sypha-sanΒ β
Sypha had no words to express her failure as a cookie maker. Grandmothers should be more capable of cooking but as far as she knew, potions and spells suited her better.Β
βYes, grandson.β She had gotten so used to call Richter like that, she didnβt consider one instance how off it could seem to others. Laughing it off, she scratches her cheek in an attempt to show how casual she felt about the situation. It was a bit hard to explain it in a few words, but she would try.Β
βHeβs from a different time than me but he is still my relative. Given Iβm from waaay back, heβs stuck as a grandson. A very good boy, I am pleased to see thereβs something of βmeβ in the family and I wasnβt forgotten.β
βAh! Sorry for rambling, Iβve only had my grandfather so thinking of that future family is...nice.β How silly, she was feeling a bit embarrassed for subjecting the poor teen to such a pointless conversation.Β Β βSo, the cookie. Should we lower the timer and heat? I worry it might come out raw... do you have any experience on this?β
emptkeyβ:
β ββ may i ?Β β
she questions, earnestly holding the ceramic bowl in her hands. it was fascinating how the soup machine appeared to be endless and somehow had an assortment of flavors. each bowl was akin to a surprise to oneβs palate and it kept her returning day after day.Β
β this soup flavor is so good, eating like this would be considered a sin. but, i canβt help it. β Β she turns towards the pretty stranger, although knowing better than to trust any. β oh, was i being rude ?Β thank you for joining me, miss.Β β
Filling her bowl without wasting a second, she carefully hands it over once done. It was better to share such things with others while possible. The Speaker seemed fairly happy till the other made a mention ofΒ βsinβ, which really concerned her.
βHow eating can be a sin? People need to eat to live...β The church folk were always ruining everything for everyone, werenβt they? Sypha shook her head, pained that a young girl was subjected to such idiocy.Β βIgnore that, you can eat to your heartβs content. Anyone that says you canβt will have a word with me. And nonsense, youβre so polite. If anything, I could be considered the rude one.β
I saw this screenshot and I was obligated to make this
@emptkeyβ
This giant soup that was constantly re-filled with new kinds had become her new investigation source. So far, nothing had been gained besides a free and warm meal every night. In this cold, who wouldnβt like to have such a comforting dinner? She typically kept to herself while writing down some notes and then going back to her apartment but after catching sight of a younger girl -- well, she couldnβt just ignore her.
βWant another serving? I was planning to get more soup myself.β
@windspellsβ
It was a mistake. Her place at the choir had been nothing but that. People were gathering around, wishing to at least get a chance to practice with the Winter Belles. It was a mere whim many had and she ended in this mess. All because she wanted to watch the practice close and quietly cheer, maybe hum in her own off-tune voice. Now there she was, standing in the practice for the upcoming event. Everyone was softly following the song, something about a snowman...Β
However, she remained tight-lipped, anxiously fidgeting in hopes nobody could notice. Sypha felt almost humiliated, she didnβt really attempt getting out of this but it was too late to even do anything.
Between gritted teeth, she looks at the girl next to her to ask for mercy in the only way she knows--
βI donβt know how to sing.β
@psiiosβ
βThis was supposed to look like my grandson but...βΒ
The gingerbread man laying atop the table looked nothing like Richter, it couldnβt be remotely called a gingerbread person in any sense of the word. Calling it horrid was a compliment to the abomination she brought upon this world. It was meant to be a surprise for her beloved grandson and yet, it looked terrible. Even eating it would be an insult to all respectable christmas treats. People were throwing a couple of glances at the monstrosity, then acting as if their lives hadnβt been ruined by such an awful sight.Β
Sypha had gotten a bit too excited with the technology to create these cookies and somehow, ended with some horrendous manifestation of all wrongs into this world.Β
βI havenβt gotten used to these... machines. Could you help me try again?βΒ
i want sypha to suffer a bit less for now so like for a winterfes starter! iβll cap at 3, castmates exempt.Β