#moralisia

(( UHHHH,1) Writing makes me so happy you have no idea, I love writing characters and stories so much. It is my constant in my life, it keeps me grounded, is a comfort in bad times, and makes me feel like I am good at something. I suppose DND falls into this as well, since i enjoy making those stories as well.2) Food and cooking, straight up. I love food. And I mean real food, not something of ‘oh darck just eat beans and rice all day its fine’ when you do that for days its not real food. I love cooking and I love food. 3) Being able to talk to my friends. Honestly, it’s one of the best things in the world. Especially when the real world is filled with assholes in every corner, and you have friends there for you. Which is a huge thing for me being as I have anxiety and paranoia, it’s hard to keep in check sometimes. But friends help that.4) Animals. I love me some animals. Baby animals, big animals. But I especially do love cats. None the less, I will enjoy as many videos of animals as I can.5) Um... Gaming? Playing games makes me happy, especially if I get to play them with friends. Be it they playing it and me watching while thyey stream, or me play and they watch, or maybe it is a multiplayer game and then it gets wild. Trust me, some of my streams of castlevania, and the LEFT 4 DEAD shennanigans got fucking wild. ))

there’s more than one?

But who wouldn’t wear a ‘hot for Jill’ t-shirt?

Jhin/Zyra too. Flower motifs? Death is in bloom? They have to be all over each other. I do like this idea of Zyra being curious about humankind and Jhin giving her a very exaggerated idea of what it’s like, but she’s into it because it’s so predatory and very cutthroat.

          ❛ Something going on you need to tell me? ❜     he MAINTAINS the level of his gun, watches her carefully despite that they BOTH know he won’t pull the trigger---too little too late to take an opportunity now, after so many have gone by UNTAKEN---but the hard look to his eyes says he's running on adrenaline, wired and bracing for the CRASH and not ready to let her go along completely unquestioned.

         “How ------ how do you move past hurting somebody that you love?”  It’s a strange question, she knows, but it’s all that rattles in her skull any longer.  No.  Not all.  There is the fear, and the haphazard memories, and the sensation of something crawling just beneath her skin.  Not all.  But the guilt for harming him is the loudest.  The most acidic.