validar puts toast up his bum and prays for grima to eat him like a roast turkey
fun fact: when my little sister was like 3 or 4 her catchphrase was “toasty bum”. a forewarning to this ask??? The world may never know…………..
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validar puts toast up his bum and prays for grima to eat him like a roast turkey
fun fact: when my little sister was like 3 or 4 her catchphrase was “toasty bum”. a forewarning to this ask??? The world may never know…………..
where does validars eyebrow start and his eyeshadow end
in a wacky twist of some not-scripted fate the baby ends up in validars hands for the day "where's validar? he's here! where's the heirophant? they're over there! now WHERES THE MISSING VESSEL OF GRIMA"
au where grima is replaced by kylo ren, and validar is ebony dark'ness dementia raven way
i hate that i understand what this means somehow
the original Smell Psychic here. robin smells like cinnamon, and validar smells like slightly spoiled bell peppers
honesly….thats so specific
I want Validar to become a soup advocate obsessed with advertising soup to everyone he can. I want him to like put on a disguise and rant endlessly about the pure delicious taste of soup. I want him to make a Plegian law: "Soup kitchen capacities will be increased tenfold. All citizens must partake of soup at least 4 times a week." I want it to spiral out of hand until the world is eating soup and soup is hailed as a divine representation of order, purity, strength, and unity.
Ok mari since we're in the middle of a hot roleplay: *i taste the soup* "wow delicious" i feel lightheaded, and turn to you. you are not maribelle, you are excellus. "whay trh e fhuq," i softly whisper. you smile. "doz it tSaate good, My thrall..?" you ask. i am yours forever. i scream, "yEH babe, soup was deliiciouso". suddenly u ae r groma: "my name is mot babe you stupjd soup addict" "i scream*. u are thorifying. "i run"
i close the storybook that I was reading to our three lovely children; Validar, Excellus, and Soup (named after your favourite food). you wake up from a restless sleep, cold, sweating. you are clasping at the air. concerned, i look over at you. “whats wrong dearest” i ask. your vision shifts into focus, the blurred outline of our shared cottage slowly coming into view. you look upon my face, the face of your lovely spouse. you look at our three grotesque children. you let out a quiet sigh, and smile. “yes. i’m fine.”
i want validar, orton and soup to all disappear from the universe
THANK YOU!!!! th