this topic took "straight" from the title seriously

stop rolling into my topics if you ain't gonna say nothing worth my time, or if you're finna start unnecessary chaos on a thing i already clarified to be a joke

I have seen numerous people use this filter and I can confidently say that your rendition of the use of this filter is by far the best I’ve ever seen. You’re absolutely hilarious, very quirky, whacky, and unique. And you know you are all of those things. I just love how raw, unscripted, and genuine your reactions are whilst using this filter. No other person has ever posted something like this. It’s so refreshing to see someone as different yet original as you. As cliché as it may sound, you aren’t like the other girls. You were built different. And I applause you for that.

now good fucking night, pissbabies

A group of creatures huddled around something. The battle had ended, with the opposing side losing. But not without a cost. The barely living body of a fragile Aereis laid upon the floor, It's pure white fur stained with the red of blood.

"Come on, we can't lose you too!" A Euvias cried. "We've lost too much."

"I knew what I signed up for," The Aereis responded "I knew the risks and dangers that came with this battle. But I'm not done till this war is won."

One of the Ani named Han tending to the Aereis knew that he was going to die. They all did, knowing they were about to lose another one of their friends. Soon, however, the beating of wings could be heard. All the creatures turned, and saw a Saukuryn flying at them full speed. They tensed up, ready to fight again. When they inspected closer, and realized it was a courier.

"I have a message from the council! The war has ended, Victory is ou-" He then stopped seeing the delicate body of the Aeries. Everyone turned to the Aereis, knowing what he was going to say, even if it hurt.

"So, the war is finally over, huh?" The Aereis began to laugh. "Ironic that I die as it ends." He chuckled wryly, before he began to cough up blood. He looked to all the creatures surrounding him, seeing that they were crying.

He smiled, and said, "Don't be sad. It's life. We have its highs and lows, and its beginning and ends. Everything will live, just as everything will die. Heh, but with the war finally over, I'm free..." His heavy breathing slowed down, before coming to a halt. With his life having reached its end, his friends carried him to the top of the highest mountain, and laying his body there.

"May the spirits of the Wind guide you to the heavens."

"May they take you up, and may you hunt forever in the fertile fields of Paradise."

"May you find peace and harmony in the skies above forever."

"A mentor..."

"A warrior..."

"A protector..."

"A leader..."

"...A friend."

The Ura gave the signal, and the Sochuri lit the pyre.

"May we meet once more in the skies of Paradise."

in tribute to a friend, may he rest in peace. <3

some person: asks you to offend them
you: offends them
some person: omg how could you say that to me

oops

-“The Beginning.”-

Prismtone blinked, pondering over how she was going to breathe life back into Nol-i Teul for the sake of curing Gisei of heartbreak. Due to the complexity of the situation, Prismtone required a rather… odd method of getting herself to think.

She’d carried the Playground Matron’s body to where she lived- a massive, spacious cave deep within the Tundra, scattered about it dozens of prism shards- the many offerings to her given by other creatures, which she’d been collecting in the darkness of the night for the sake of not being sighted.

Strung on the ceiling of Prismtone’s cave among the shards were long strands of crimson thread, like the threads in the Hall of Wardens. It was kept a secret among the seven Warden species how these threads were created- but Prismtone had woven these particular threads herself, knowing where to get the required material and how to weave them into shape.

Now, back to Prismtone’s “odd” way of thinking.

Prismtone tied a pair of threads each to her limbs, and, quite incredibly, willed them to hoist and suspend her into the air. She spread out all four pairs of wings, as wide as they would go, and then bit hard on the end of her tail.

Closing her eyes, one thought came to Prismtone’s mind: she would have to try splitting her life essence and breathe some of it into Nol-i Teul’s body. The problem was that the ritual for this process required very certain resources. As long as she could get her paws on those certain resources, Prismtone could help those grieving for the Playground Matron.

What Prismtone didn’t realise was that she had them all already.

-“To Be Continued…”-
Sorry it was short tho, I recently woke up and only took an hour out of my day to make this one

@Calistaa what

no u

@Warmelonger yes you are the sweetest frog on earth

@Tripod

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me too

one of my favorites from mariko

@Duchess presto let me out :)