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stutteringsoul:
So, I’m afraid to tell everyone, but I’m gonna be moving my blog once more. I just hit over 250 followers, but none of them interact with me? So, changing everything.
Cleaning it up, fixing tags … like this post if you want to be followed on the new blog.
stutteringsoul:
So, I’m afraid to tell everyone, but I’m gonna be moving my blog once more. I just hit over 250 followers, but none of them interact with me? So, changing everything.
Cleaning it up, fixing tags … like this post if you want to be followed on the new blog.
stutteringsoul:
So, I’m afraid to tell everyone, but I’m gonna be moving my blog once more. I just hit over 250 followers, but none of them interact with me? So, changing everything.
Cleaning it up, fixing tags … like this post if you want to be followed on the new blog.
So, I’m afraid to tell everyone, but I’m gonna be moving my blog once more. I just hit over 250 followers, but none of them interact with me? So, changing everything.
Cleaning it up, fixing tags ... like this post if you want to be followed on the new blog.
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x. the moment he received verification that they were ready to move forward, he was slightly impressed. emil hadn’t come traipsing unprepared. with aqua activating the stone dais, it only took a matter of seconds before they were transported to the lower level. a vast and open stairway is what they were immediately met with after the light began to fade – softly glowing glyphs aligning the wall in order to provide a pale form of light, casting the ancient stone in warm shades of green.
in the distance, he could hear the faint ringing of — bells? yes, he was sure of it.
“interesting.” fascinating, even. “be careful to not make any unnecessary steps.” it escapes him as more of an order than it is a request. although he’s never stepped foot inside of these ruins, he’s read enough about them in prior research that this visual matches the descriptions perfectly. there’s a reason that not just anyone can enter these ancient ruins.
immediately, his gaze was set to looking for oddities in the stone structures that surrounded them, his footfalls sounding just as emil had begun to move. the quiet rustling of his sheaths accompanied his patient stride. remaining just one step behind – he was the one to have asked for direction, after all, but he didn’t allow too many steps to create distance between them. wouldn’t be the first time he’d caught the other in a daze. the last thing he needed was for emil to get injured right off the bat, even if he was charged with his own protection. it would only slow them down.
if anything, it allowed him to take a good discreet look at emil. when they’d first met, he’d been shocked – but now, he was riddled with doubt & some very astute questions. after all, it couldn’t have happened already, not when his part of the deal remained unfinished. unless .. .
no. it best remains a fleeting thought. turning his head, he focuses on the task at hand.
emil nodded slightly, “There aren’t any traps from wh-what I remember in here last time.” he gave the information from beyond his shoulder, green hues glittering brightly in the dimming light. the shimmer near translucent, glowing in response to the situation and excitement that he could be of help to his companion for once instead of the opposite. no signs of ill will crossed his face as his eyes re-focused in front of them, passing the first hallway with only a glance down it to discern whether enemies passed it’s halls before going the down the second.
“Let’s see…this way, I think…” his voice held a note of uncertainty to it, before it solidified and he nodded firmly, “Yeah, this way. One more hallway down and there’s the dais where the sorcerers r-ring get’s its upgrade and ability change, one before leads to a dead end, this is the right way.” mumbling the words beneath his breath, it was an exercise to comfort himself, so he did not appear as weak or timid as he usually did. making opinions and judgements on the surroundings.
stepping down the second path, the warm glow of lights splayed in neon greens colored his ‘costume’ in odd shades and made his shadow take odd shapes. whatever richter was doing, was only noted upon by glancing over his shoulder, listening to the sharp boots hitting stone, showing that the other followed in his footsteps, nothing more was discerned. just in this way, he moved forward, going passed a statue which stuck in the wall near halfway.
not something that emil found particularly interesting, though, it was paused at, his gaze lingering upon it before nodding. this was the correct hallway, neither of the hallways on either side had a similar thing between them. “The monsters mostly come out ahead, wh-where it’s warmer … though sometimes there’s one or two wandering the hallways, so I w-wouldn’t worry too much.”
it was a proffered smile to the half-elf companion, “The hallways are also really narrow, so we’d see them before they came at us … r-right?” there was a hesitation in his words in the sudden realization if he had said something wrong. would it be jumped upon? richter was usually so strict and factual, that perhaps if he tried to act too knowing that it would get on the red-head’s nerves. true, he had been the one leading richter through the ruins, but … that did not mean the other was still impressed or liked these tiny details pointed out.
for all emil knew, richter could, most certainly, feel disdain for what emil tried to offer helpfully!
“A-ah, it shouldn’t be far now till we get to the main part of the ruins!” emil laughed, the uncertainty clear in tight shoulders as he tried to throw thoughts out the window. there was no need to think like that. not now … he could handle himself, with the ‘ratatosk mode’ he had, it should be perfectly fine. he should be an asset in fights now.
“And even when they are not,” Lambda added, a flicker of something deep in his gaze. How many years had he lived in fear? If he was not recovering from the injuries incurred with his battles against Protos Heis, he was fleeing from the humans that would chase him from whatever temporary shelter he had found. Yet here he was, a monster still save in human shape. Monsters still had limits to their lifespans, measured longer than human years but limits nonetheless.
The sound of rustling bush, turned Lambda’s head, stamping feet near imperceptively tensing his form on instinct until the creature emerged to stand by this spirit, dwarfing him with its size. Lack of any hostility allowed Lambda’s defences to lower, to resume as he had been though he’d never shifted at all. He could see the aging colours, the signs of a long life well lived.
“He is a partner to you?” Lambda queried.
Why now of all times did he have to remember that fool? Lambda felt a weight in his chest he could not properly place, a constriction that irritated him. Yet it came each time he was reminded of his own partner, of the memories of final moments and foolish words. Lambda had protested so many times yet Asbel had been far too stubborn to ever listen.
Every life has its limits.
“I see. I once considered it fortunate humans did not live so long.” It limited the damage they could do to the world. Yet he wondered if he still believed that way. “But their lives are almost pitifully short.”
There was a curiosity with which Lambda listened, with which violet eyes took in the tale of his past. It was not so uncommon a tale, not so difficult to believe that if power for it existed a world might be cleaved; that humans would have no regards to the ones hurt in the process. The bitterness, the near resentment in those words; Lambda knew them well. To be used and discarded. Though the change in voice, in the monster Orion’s demeanor; it did not go unnoticed. Lambda thought a moment he sounded like Lambda himself might have, forcing words through his host’s, but it had been many years since he’d had to share a mindspace with another.
“Did you?” Lambda asked. “Or did the humans use you?”
Lambda paused, pondered the other’s words. He was hardly apt in ‘making friends’ as the other so easily put it. Far too often humans were not worth the hassle, they sought only what they could gain from him and would be done with him. Yet again there is a pang in his chest, an odd sense of nostalgia. Why do such words bring all their faces to mind? His partner’s and the entire grouping of idiots around him? Had perhaps for that time… he considered them his own friends as well?
“It’s not so terrible having friends,” Lambda conceded. “No matter the headaches they bring with them.”
what was he to say to that? a simple nod was what he offered in return of the other’s question. fingers gently interlaced between the beasts fur, his smile small, yet endeared towards the creature of his. the companionship between both beast and tamer was obvious, green gaze returning to the other in their own way, the sharp remark of being used by humans flickering anger within his stomach, within his chest. “Humans are not the only ones who seek to benefit themselves and only themselves.” the one whom he had aided had been a half-elf. a small boy stricken with grief over the loss of a loved one who would do anything to have her back.
such comparison towards him and humans were unjustified. his head lowered in orion’s fur for naught a moment, a short, pulled breath before returning back to him. smiling warmly, hand losing it’s touch to him, gliding behind his back, head tipped to the side.
“Actually, I b-believe your first thought is the more correct one.” the glance is shot towards orion, then towards the red-head before him. “Humans live j-just the perfect amount of years. long enough to make meaningful connections, but short enough they cannot be jaded by too many things. It is, in earnest, people like us who live f-far too long.” they who grow distant to nature, to humans, to existing creatures that arise and consciousness touches minds.
it was them that held this problem. humans were not like that. his hands moved, one touching at his chest, wrapping tightly about his scarf. “We grow from them, we learn from them, we even become l-like them, yet we aren’t them.” and that was where so many got it wrong. they all seek after something unattainable. becoming human again was impossible. it’s difficult to find that balance. of being ‘too human’ or ‘too monster’ or even, ‘too spirit’. there was an edge to it, and the knife certainly stung when it stabbed, but they all usually walked away by the end of it.
as it were … sometimes emil still wished it didn’t sting quite as harshly.
“Mhmm!” emil’s smile brightened a tad, moving forward, he slipped his hand away from the scarf about his neck and offered it to the red-head. “So why don’t w-we make it official, hm?” His head tipped to the side, brightened smile near scalding in difference to the cold reception, “Since I think you and I w-would make great friends.”
green hues were bright, alighted and happy, near like a puppy. “I bet even Orion would be your friend too, though watch out,” emil waggled a finger at lambda, like a mother scolding a child, “he’s a real attention hog. Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile.” there’s a small laugh as the whine was heard again, the big wolf-like creatures tail beginning to wag as he moved forward, nose inching against emil’s back and pressing into him. “See? Loves attention.”
lambda. [ x ]
Lambda silently cursed. Normally he would refute any such offer. He didn’tneed the help of others, had spent the better part of a millennia forced to survive alone without any support. To rely on another felt foolish, made him feelweak and yet it would be hours before he could walk on the steadily swelling ankle. A foolish mistake in the heat of battle; now he suffered the consequences. At least it was Emil and not certain others he could think of.
“Fine,” Lambda conceded, placing his weight on the spirit’s shoulder, in a gesture awkward enough to betray he’d never done such a thing before. “Is something wrong?” he asked, feeling foolish for needing assistance. “Now let us be out of here before any more of those infernal creatures think we attacking their nest.”
it took a bite of his tongue as the weight was awkwardly placed upon his shoulder. shifting, he moved a bit. “H-here,” he tried to move, an arm wrapping about the taller’s waist, “move your arm a bit to wrap around my shoulders, to displace the weight more evenly.” honestly, emil felt like lambda’s stubbornness was rather funny, once again reminding him of his half-elven companion from so long ago. red hair just came with the personality embedded within it, didn’t it?
“R-right, right, I know. Just don’t worry about the monsters, I’ll deal with any that show up.” it was taking a great deal to hide the entertainment from his tone, but green eyes were shining with humor. the simplicity of such actions were, perhaps degrading to his companion, but showed a trust behind it them as well which made emil’s stomach flutter with happiness. “Heh…y-you really remind me of an old friend of mine.” the words were whispered softly, the nostalgia warm to his tongue.
he merely hoped that their relationship would not take such a nose-dive as the half-elf’s had.
Conner.
His thoughts were sometimes worse than he could ever imagine. He could attempt to fight them but it left him to a struggle that forced him to lose the air that his lungs needed so much. It threw him into anxiety, into fear… The nightmare of last night had thrown him over the edge, clutching ever so tightly to the pillow for comfort.
Eyes were puffy from the tears, body tense as it was curled up into a ball. He didn’t care for hearing the soft knock, didn’t care to budge at the soft voice that escaped into the air. He didn’t hear the other’s question but he had muttered the same phrase over and over again like a broken record.
“I don’t want to live anymore. “
The words were whispered, mumbled to the pillow that covered his splotchy face. Teeth bit against his tongue, hard against the soft tissue… “This world is already HELL so th-the after life can’t be as bad…”
what is one to say? emil’s thoughts ran wild, the hesitation in his figure to even enter the room showed his wish to avoid such a scene. yet, with a swallow and a slow breath, released from an anxious stomach, he moved closer. weight spreading out upon the bed, his hand resting gingerly against the other’s shoulder.
“ shhh... ” his words are quiet, soothing. “ you don’t m-mean that. Think of everyone you’ve encountered ... everyone wh-who cares about you, that looks up to you. do you really want to leave them behind? ” hands are gentle, moving to press warm palms, massaging the other’s shoulder gently.
he’s the careful type. he does not like conflict between two opposing factions, yet he is used to it. there is a difference to such a thing, and accepting it as ‘the only way’. the pain of living ... the ripping of one’s stomach to simply be alive was something he was very much used to. one he would never wish upon another living being.
“ conner, can you hear me? ”
shifting forward, emil’s hands moved to gently roll the other a bit forward. strength of a thousand year old summon spirit doing it quite easily, yet he would not admit to the ‘ease’. “ conner mundy, sniper of the red team, do you hear me? Is this what y-you really want? To give up on everyone who cares for you? To l-leave them behind? ” because emil could not help him if that was what he truly wanted.
though emil had the sinking suspicion that truly was not what he wished.
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CONNER.
He didn’t think the state’s name was too hard to pronounce, even though he did have a bit of luck on his side with Soldier repeating the fifty states on the top of his lungs at four in the morning. There was a bit of a chuckle before it was suddenly stopped. The ‘ far away from home ‘ part had caught his attention. He went to go speak, to ask another question or so before he was stopped in his tracks by the younger looking male coming closer.
When the other reached for his side - bag, there was a bit of tension. Anything could be hidden within it, from poison to anything needle related – but his fears seemed to be confused, eye-brow raised as the other’s stuttered question was heard. There was a bit of a hiss when the wrapping was pulled off gingerly ( it was due to his own fault, of course, accidentally slipping the material against the open wound when he meant to take it directly off without much friction.
The wound, while it was by a bullet, had taken only a bit off of the ear, forcing it to bleed to clot. He was confused as to what the other was thinking about doing, watching as he sat next to him, looking at those oddly bright eyes. How could someone so innocent and glowing with personality be okay with what they had just seen? There was a battlefield right outside the doors so why wasn’t he… a panicking mess?
He was given a name to finally use instead of ‘ kid ‘, a soft sigh slipping through his lips. “Eh, it’s usually Mundy – that’s what they now me by but I guess I can let ya’ call me Connor.”
His voice seemed a bit more quiet, as if he was scared someone would over - hear. There was always the chance that he would be attacked for saying his actual name ( he was an assassin after all ) so he could always be a bit more careful. “We gotta figure out how ya’ got here, mate… You’re outta your land and while we gotta’ a wizard here that could’a caused the mix up, ‘m pretty sure we won’t be able to get an answer out of the quack.”
“Mundy…Conner Mundy?” Emil queried, before smiling again, “Sounds like a good name.” The other slowly relaxed his hands, pulling out a small, round thing, just about to hold in the palm of his hand. He was rather okay with this situation. He had to deal with crazier back home, though he would worry about Orion. He hoped the pup would actually keep his snout out of trouble. Lifting green eyes, the tone of ‘wizard’ and Emil’s eyes seemed to darken.
Wizards, he was not familiar with the term. Though, he was quick to pull a little giggle out of his lips, “A-ah…well … I w-wouldn’t worry too much about that.” His eyes lowered, sliding the gel between his fingers, “I’m … already v-very much used to this sort of thing.” It took restraint not to say humans fighting. “Anyway, here!” He moved, placing the gel into the other’s hand, head ducked into his scarf. “I-it’s called an apple gel. You eat it … it should help heal the tissue on your ear.”
Perhaps he would explain later what place he came from. Now, he would keep quiet, as it appeared the rules were very much different. They fired magic items with metallic pieces in them, or, didn’t have magic … Emil was uncertain which frightened him more. Green eyes lift once more, giving a weak smile. “I know it’s g-going to sound stupid … but please?”
Moving, he unbuckled the strap around his front, pulling the supplies forward, unhooking the scabbard of his sword and resting it at his feet, opening it up in plain view for the other to see. “H-here, look. I’ve got a lot of them. I’ll even try one.” Taking one from the bag, he showed it to the other before popping it into his mouth, and swallowed. “See?” Along with the gels, there were a variety of other items in there. From weaponry ( a few other swords seemed to be cradled in the others small bag ) as well as bottles, more gels, and other such items.
“I get this happening t-to me a lot … going to different places, th-things that seem unbelievable, people that are b-both really nice and not … “ His gaze lowered, “If your … wizard was the cause to this,” his voice had changed, ever so lightly. Deeper, the flickering in his gaze, green hues sparking with an eerie bloody color, “then there’s a re-reason for me being here.” He smiled, “I’m a l-lot more sturdy than people give me c-credit for, Connor.”
Death did not frighten him, for it was a human concept. Truth being he could be ‘killed’, but it would take a lot of extra steps for it to happen to him in the way the other thought. “These are a bit of h-how. Though they’re k-kind’ve sweet, like candy!”
;; a merry satan
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Children were weird. He didn’t make a sound for a while, trying to process. Wasn’t he supposed to be big bad and evil? Oh wait… That was just what the books said about his job. He in truth was just…
Confused and misunderstood.
Is this how the Heaven’s Council wanted him to die, from a young souls kindness? Maybe the sweets were poisoned or… No that didn’t seem right, his nose wasn’t picking up on anything. “Ah right… I will, not one to be too forgetful after all.”
Says the one who left a certain dragoness in the forest, covered in light magic burns.
“But I have nothing to give to you, young man, which seems awfully unfair.” Though any gift that old Satan could give the boy probably would end up cursed and hurting someone. That was the cursed magic of his after all. He still felt like the boy deserved something though – no one… Well besides a friend or two had shown him kindness ever since his days as a human were long gone. “I’m not exactly a good of a cook as you are –.” I don’t even need eat.
“But if there’s anything you ever wanted to do kid, maybe I could help.” He would be careful though of his magic (maybe asking the two women in his disposal to help), but he still managed to give the other a smile.
Odd how a soul had made the overlord of hell not so grumpy like he was not too long ago. He wanted to see a certain angel spill tea in his presence but he would just have to wait until next time his mood went sour.
“Not exactly ol’ Saint Nick but… I gotta’ few tricks up my sleeves for someone who lives under a rock.”
Emil’s head tipped to the side. The other’s pauses, the looking, as-if he’d done something wrong. He continued his smile, warm and awaiting the comments he would ( undoubtably ) receive. A noncommittal ‘ yes ’ or an ‘ i’ll try ’ and then push him away, waiting for the next time. However, what he got in it’s stead was something ... unexpected.
A feeling of melancholy was what he felt. The warmth in reception which had not been had in so-long. His smile turned much more bitter sweet, yet he simply waited. The thought of asking for something ... well, to be honest. His smile brightened once more. Turning back the tides to how it had been before. His hand catching the back of his head, a fine blush going to cross pale cheeks.
Oh, how to say such a thing without sounding strange.
“Actually, I can think of one thing I want ... “
It wasn’t all that big a something, yet, as he drifted off into his silence, he glanced away. The one thing he would want in return for a gift? Well ... it’s quite simple, really. His eyes return, his pause having satisfied whatever necessary need for it he had wanted. His fingers moved, hand sliding from his hair, to right in front of him.
“I’d want your name ... if, you w-wouldn’t mind?”
Soft laugh, his head tipped to the side. “You did say that you could help if I wanted something, right? Mine’s Emil -- if it m-makes it any easier.”
After all, what else could he wish for? He who outlived humans and half-elves alike, only accompanied by the many years by those who shared his eternal state of existence.
or in other news--
Sacred powers, cast your purifying light upon these corrupt souls. Rest in peace, sinners! JUDGEMENT!
>Run judgement.exe
HERPSY DOES NOT RUN FROM JUDGEMENT! ( *totally missed the joke* )
Resting against the trunk on the ground was much better than leaning against it. The bark still hurt against his back however. He moved his hand slightly from his arm that he was putting pressure on to stop some bleeding from the nasty cut wound.
“A lot of places on my back is a mess. 3 places on my right leg. This spot and 4 other spots on my other arm. And about 2 places on my front.” He was a mess, but Emil probably already knew that. Though if he wasn’t a wreck and as emotional as a brick at the moment he might have rolled his eyes at Emil’s forgetfulness. Not now though. He couldn’t honestly care if Emil just now remembered he had an apple gel. He took it and muttered a thanks and ate it. He preferred the dish variant but he didn’t have room to complain.
“Right.”
Emil did not wait. He would not do so. His fingers gently moved, going forward to unfasten belts and tug away the scarf, resting it to the side. All this could wait. He just needed to focus on the bandages, the [ things ] which would stop bleeding and provide stability when moving. Once the shirt had come off, his next was to take off whatever was left of the bleeding mess which was tattered and broken cloth clinging to his arm.
“I’ll d-deal with your legs afterwards.”
It was a for-warning, just so that he knew he would. It wasn’t just because he couldn’t or was too embarrassed to, but rather a conscious choice. His hands then went, digging through his pack for salve, sliding stinging poltice which would cause some pain without second thought.
Ratatosk would be able to handle a bit of extra pain, if what he was going through now didn’t already tell one that.
So I’m just gonna ask you guys ( since you are who I roleplay with ) do you like these icons more than the ones I previously made? There’s examples of both under the cut, so please feel free to judge/send a message!
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Maybe it was insanity catching up to him – no… That didn’t seem right either as his free hand curled up, the fingers slipping against the raw skin. He gave little to no emotion with the laugh that slipped his lips. It was so menacing to hear himself laugh like that man… What was his name again? The man that the Heavenly Council said to play errands boy with?
Lucifer … A demon under that skin … A monster under all those lies.
Maybe that’s why his feathers were falling, seeming dark compared to the purity that came with angels. Maybe he should’ve just let that eye-patched ass finish him off for his crimes instead of hiding behind that strange Neps girl…
He flinched with the thoughts before hearing the next question, hearing, seeing the boy move to try and comfort him in a way that not many would dare to do. He was covered in the blood of a family that now he was starting to think that they didn’t deserve to die.
Wow… That blond brat was right… I am stupid.
Though he pulled himself up straight, the tears leaving trails as he took a breath to listen to the spirit. Odd how even though he said such things, he didn’t jump for his dagger again. Becoming soft like a putty almost.
“Not really. I work all day and night I can’t stop or else I get yelled at by some people that aren’t the prettiest of folks…”
Actually, they seemed to be nastier than his beloved crush that turned him down every time. He understood why ( an arch had duties and love couldn’t be a part of that ) but he still wanted it.
“They are the ugliest of monsters… I guess that’s why my head is pounding, because they played me like a fiddle…”
Emil kept quiet. Listening to the heartbreaking laugh, one held back with bitterness and tears. A time lost, long-gone from his thoughts. He had felt similar. Reminded him of who he had killed, who he had been, what he had been. The alliances he had crafted, created, centurions under his wing, monsters at his command.
There was a silence to him. Thinking ... Thinking ... Did he know? How heart-broken he sounded?
“You could ... always s-stop.”
It was a meek suggestion, but one that had taken a difficult amount of time to breathe. Blonde hair shifted, ruffling past his cheeks. “I mean ... if, if you dislike what they do. Couldn’t you settle th-things on your own terms?” Or had it been like that from the beginning?
Bringing into question what was his choices? Emil wouldn’t know, he couldn’t ... but, he could empathize quietly, lean towards and offer sympathy towards. Ponder and offer questions for more thought. Anything which might grow to lengths of depression, screaming, ripping into one’s skull. There’s a soft laugh, eyes closed sweetly, head cocking towards the other.
“Y-you probably don’t know this -- but I didn’t know I was a spirit originally. That I ... w-was ... Ratatosk.”
His thumb moved, gliding over the digits of the fingers he held. “I thought I was human. S-so...when I found out.” When he had learned ... when he had heard Tenebrae confirm it, deny his existance ( while not full-out ) as Emil. That he was simply ... ‘Lord Ratatosk’ from then on.
He gave a soft giggle. “It was difficult. It all felt o-orchestrated. And, in-part ... it was.” Because, as who he was, he knew it had been. Planned, from the very beginning. His eyes softened, shaking his head. Ratatosk had used the last figment of a memory to craft an individual. His pain, his tortured soul, enduring so much, until he went dormant. Allowing a facade to take it’s place, using a young girl to keep him hidden.
Providing a catalyst. It giving a bittersweet smile.
“But, you know? Everything I d-did ... I think I would do it again. If g-given the chance, I mean.”
Because, even if he had to go through that suffering again ... he would. “Is there anything y-you would do differently?” He queried, “If there is ... m-maybe ... the things you’d do differently, are the things you sh-should look to fix first.”
He looked like a child. Yet he’d been alive for over thousands of years. Had been a protector of a tree, stirring light mischief for his own fun. Had stopped the opening of the Guinnungigap, invasion of worse demons just by his mere existence -- yet, when it came to Emil. Nobody ever seemed to see past the child.
“If you don’t want to, th-that’s fine too! It’s just ... what I’ve noticed.”
The 36th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to meeting Satan
