Your best dream or your worst nightmare :3

she/he/they/it

[meanbuddhist]

i want freedom i want freedom i want freedom *is granted freedom* noooooo my attachments

[mirak-the-malignant]

There it stood. Months of craving. Weeks of searching. Days of talking. Hours of negotiation. All that for a few minutes of being back to normal.

Seconds after arriving, a small, blue-skinned, humanoid figure flew up to it. Her wings remind him of those she had seen on butterflies, one of the few species whose name they learned without needing to ask his least favourite people. "You must be Altren." The little humanoid said confidently. The ex-demon had taken up the name of its jail when approaching her, just in case she could take his name, as many sources seemed to claim their species to be capable of. If she could, she better do it fast, he hoped. Something inside it made them wish to squash the fae like an insect, just to see what would happen.

Instead he offered a short reply. "Correct, you must be Aphid then." she mumbled more to itself than to the humanoid. "How observant," Aphid teased, erratically fluttering towards Mirak, "shall we skip the small-talk?" Mirak swallowed, or at least tried to, this form doesn't have a mouth, nor a throat. Either way, something moved, and he made a noise somewhat resembling a whimper. Not exactly what it was aiming for but it'll have to do. The faerie briefly paused on hearing the noise but continued nonetheless. "The form you desire in exchange for the memory you adore most, that's the deal." Aphid explained happily, as if Mirak hadn't spent all that time bringing the memory count down to one.

They pause for a moment, considering if it's all really worth it. If anything she's tricking the fae, not the other way around. Removing that memory would make living a lot easier for them, even if they didn't get her body because of some trick. He nods.

Aphid claps her hands excitedly and kicks her feet, almost dropping down to the floor because of it. Mirak catches her before she does, wondering how it ended up in this situation. The fae begins to mumble in a language Mirak doesn't recognise and slowly float around it.

A thick mist begins to fill the inside of his head as everything grows heavier. Not much later it loses conciousness completely.

[mirak-the-malignant]

When it wakes up she finds herself somewhere different, still in a forest, just not the one he was in before. This one seems more homely? It wasn't sure exactly what made it feel that way.

She holds her claws in front of his face. It has claws again!!!! Their tail starts wagging enthousiastically when she realises this. Finally things were going his way. She attempts to jump up, but falls to the ground once again. Dying made them not realise how much heavier their normal body was than the angel form it was forced into, even despite being substantially smaller. They won't let this keep her down though, he jumps up a second time, this time landing on its feet sucessfully.

Once up it takes a proper look around. No wonder this place feels like home, it's standing in the middle of a Xerex elemental.

He spits on the ground before flying up above the elemental. She missed soaring trough the air like this, sure they could fly in the other form but it's not the same. After a few loops it turns towards a nearby settlement, hoping to get some bloodshed going. She races towards the buildings, angels shooting by in the distance, who he can easily outmaneuver.

Then they slam against a tree, and it all drops. Dazed, he scans the area, noticing she seems to be back in the Eldranian forest. Catching a glimpse of a small creature skittering behind a tree.

What had it given up?

There was a price to this body, but she can't remember any of it. What has she lost? He slumps to the ground, trying to remember anything. Instead he just hit that tree again, as if its branches extended into her mind and impaled all of her memories surrounding... something... something that meant everything to him, but it just cannot place its finger on what exactly it was.

It curls up into a ball and lets out a single quiet sob.

[mirak-the-malignant]

There it stood. Months of craving. Weeks of searching. Days of talking. Hours of negotiation. All that for a few minutes of being back to normal.

Seconds after arriving, a small, blue-skinned, humanoid figure flew up to it. Her wings remind him of those she had seen on butterflies, one of the few species whose name they learned without needing to ask his least favourite people. "You must be Altren." The little humanoid said confidently. The ex-demon had taken up the name of its jail when approaching her, just in case she could take his name, as many sources seemed to claim their species to be capable of. If she could, she better do it fast, he hoped. Something inside it made them wish to squash the fae like an insect, just to see what would happen.

Instead he offered a short reply. "Correct, you must be Aphid then." she mumbled more to itself than to the humanoid. "How observant," Aphid teased, erratically fluttering towards Mirak, "shall we skip the small-talk?" Mirak swallowed, or at least tried to, this form doesn't have a mouth, nor a throat. Either way, something moved, and he made a noise somewhat resembling a whimper. Not exactly what it was aiming for but it'll have to do. The faerie briefly paused on hearing the noise but continued nonetheless. "The form you desire in exchange for the memory you adore most, that's the deal." Aphid explained happily, as if Mirak hadn't spent all that time bringing the memory count down to one.

They pause for a moment, considering if it's all really worth it. If anything she's tricking the fae, not the other way around. Removing that memory would make living a lot easier for them, even if they didn't get her body because of some trick. He nods.

Aphid claps her hands excitedly and kicks her feet, almost dropping down to the floor because of it. Mirak catches her before she does, wondering how it ended up in this situation. The fae begins to mumble in a language Mirak doesn't recognise and slowly float around it.

A thick mist begins to fill the inside of his head as everything grows heavier. Not much later it loses conciousness completely.

[aire1111]

*first time using gay slang* you look like you're wearing a wig!! and you look like a cunt!!!

[sailorbrazil]

they hate me because im evil and unlikeable

[bees-official]

Well they love me for that so maybe it's a you problem

[sailorbrazil]

unrelated but is honey like milk that comes off yall titties or what

[biilziebub-rakdos]

Lil late, but fit check now I’m out of the Bog

[A photo of me posing in front of my dorm mirror. I’m in… well, my usual modified first-year uniform, but my hair is aflame and I’m wearing a porcelain-looking domino mask, decorated with flame patterns around the edges darkening to black circles around the eyes. I’m wearing black eye makeup as well, making my winking eye look like a void in my face. Under the mask, I’ve got bright red… well, surely it’s lipstick, practically painted onto my chin as well as my lips, making me look like my face is covered in blood.]

What do we think divas?

[mirak-the-malignant]

divas?

[mirak-the-malignant]

yes Viridian killed over 400 people ok. thats bad i know. but have you considered that i feel really bad for her :(

[vampirekoolaid]

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[vampirekoolaid]

[vampirekoolaid]

[vampirekoolaid]

[oxidizedthreads]

@lurantits

[anistarrose]

(visibly shaking, clenching my fists as i speak) i enjoy characters who are lying to their friends about everything

[getrealprim]

Girl who is normal: I would kill for you

Girl who I cannot stress enough is normal: Please let me kill for you

[ataraxetta]

DID YOU KNOW that sometimes characters lie. out loud to others and internally to themselves, and it'll happen right there on the page. other times they are just flat out wrong and don't know it. oftentimes they don't ever find that out. a sizable portion of any story is decidedly not cold hard fact.

[mirak-the-malignant]

It

Has

A

Picture

Of

You

That

We

Never

Took

You

Are

Beautiful

-Wifey :)

She whimpers softly.

"Not nearly as beautiful as it, my wife."

[mirak-the-malignant]

Maybe

It

Will

Exist

Again

One

Day

Somewhere

But

Know

That

It

Will

Always

Love

You

No

Matter

How

Far

- Wifey :)

I love that one, Fele. I love it so much. No matter what, no matter when.

[mirak-the-malignant]

Out

Of

Your

Reach

Too

Vast

To

Fight

- Wifey :)

Is there anything I can do? At all? Please?

[mirak-the-malignant]

It

Cannot

Move

Only

See

Only

Feel

But

Not

Touch

- Wifey :)

"That's horrible"

Who did this to you? What happened? Who do I need to kill to avenge you?

[mirak-the-malignant]

It can... see? So much from this... limbo. Vasib, fuming in the cave. Mirak, pacing in his room, reading things on her communicator. Worlds..., but. They are too far to get any details...

- Wifey :)

That one can try to move closer. Please. Step into this world again. Please

[mirak-the-malignant]

Is this... this one? It's... nice.

- Wifey :)

That's that one yeah. It's very nice. Probably the nicest person I ever got to meet. I really should have spent more time with that one.