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@royalreef replied: "This is why we must destroy them, Sawyer! It is the air itself! Airports are mere temples to its agony! This is why total obliteration of all airports is the only option!"

"I mean I'm down for destroying airports." Or destroying anything demons created really or also doing anything Miranda suggests really. "They fucking suck. But we're not gonna like destroy the air itself, right? I'm kinda fond of it." Not that they need it to breath. Nice thing about not having actual lungs. But flying through it sure is nice.

#royalreef #❣ in character ❣ #((Thus starts Miranda & Sawyers destruction of all airports #Fuck 'em!!!))

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Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways

#tbt #((Sawyer: Is this NOT normal?))

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"Fun fact air ports were invented by demons. Made to torment other monsters, mortals and to block the flight paths of the holy. Or at least the holy that still fly."

#❣ in character ❣ #((Came back from a trip day before yesterday & #I'm convinced airports are a layer of hell)) #❣ Open ❣

[daeamour]

Sawyer is Howl coded

#❣ ooc ❣ #((Butch heart shaped brain cell shape shifter #This is specifically about movie Howl cause I'm a scrub and haven't read the book yet))

[daeamour]

((I DON'T LIKE HOW I'M WORDING THINGS AND IT'S MAKING ME MAD))

#❣ ooc ❣ #tbd #((*BITING MY OWN FINGERS OFF* #That's probs a sign to stop for a bit tho))

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((Turns out I lied and did have some writing in me. Here's a drabble about how Sawyer got their Ukulele and a look into their time in the 2nd Layer of Hell.))

It was meant to be an ambush at one of the many gates to the second level of hell. Led by a newly appointed general of Heaven's army. One far too confident in his abilities and far too zealous in his beliefs. It led with the idea that by taking a gate they could set up a foot hold into entering one of the layers of hell thus turning the tide of the war. What it turned into was a massacre. Despite all their preparations, their planning and plotting they weren't ready for a war fought on enemy soil.

Holy blood bubbles on the floor, rings of flame singe the ground fighting for their last breaths of life before turning to nothing more then smoke and feathers melt to gold seeping into the ground ready for their rebirth. All that remains are the dying the angels too weak to fight but too strong to fall. The ones still grasping onto their holiness hoping for a moment of glory. Yet above them stand the demons who brought their defeat lacking the mercy to end their suffering. Enjoying the show of the angels writhing on the ground desperately clinging to their lives.

They tell you to enjoy this moment that this is a part of the victory. Yet as you wade through the corpses of the dying, slicing wings and halos off one by one, you can't help to think this does not feel like a victory. It feels like a slaughter a day at the butchers preparing meat to be sold in the market. The others do not have the same forethought that you do, they leave the angels to simply die to their unholy injuries. But you know angels and you know they will get back up if you do not deal with them. So you do what you must detaching wings where you can or cracking halos when you must.

As you step past another dying angel a hand grasps onto your ankle tickling the edge of your calcar. Iridescent blood leaks from the hand onto your foot covering it in a translucent wetness. You don't flinch or startle in surprise or even react, all you do is follow the hand to the owner of the body. An angel covered in bloodied and blackened eyes grips your leg desperately their halo cracked but not yet broken. You raise your sword ready to slaughter another creature for market. Yet before you can bring your sword down the thing speaks in it's many echoing voices.

“Wait. Please wait.” There is urgency in it's voice and you expect it to beg for its life. It is rare for an angel to beg for their life but not entirely unheard of. Many a good demon have come from such deals. Traps are laid in the same way however. So you do not lower your sword however you don't attack either. Instead you wait allowing it to make the first move.

“My satchel... I need my satchel.” It points a melting finger towards a pure white bag that lays amongst the burnt remains of former angels. Though it lets go of your leg you do not move knowing full well the trap that this could be. Angels are not as true as god would have their followers believe them to be. “Please. Hurry.”

This time you take a chance trusting that the angel wouldn't waste it's final few moments in existence begging a demon to fall for its trap. Cautiously you approach the bag poking then prodding it with your sword. It doesn't react to the movements no signs of tampering or magic attributions to the exterior of the bag. You lift the bag with the point of your sword careful not to cut it open as you bring it to the angel. You can hear something inside it breathing. The angel takes the bag reaching inside to pull out a Ukulele with an eye where the sound hole ought to be and a mouth where the saddle would be. The angel holds the instrument out to you, the instrument breaths and stares at you mouth formed down into a frown.

“Take it. Please. Take it. I can't... I won't be able... If I don't...” The angel shutters and wheezes by now almost all of it has melted to a black ichor substance. One that even the ground refuses to swallow. You don't know for sure but you suspect the ukulele is a death curse. One that disallows the chance to be born again should the owner die with it still in their possession. You've heard of curses like this before. If you were to deny the angel's request, to simply cut the angels halo in two and move on the curse would have nowhere to go until someone else happened upon the ukulele.

There is no reason for you to take a curse for the sake of an enemy. They have done nothing for you nor your kin. You should feel no compassion for them, no sentiments. Despite this you feel love all the same and still take the damned object. The curse means nothing to you. You get no chances to live again after this. For an angel though a curse like this means everything.

"Thank you..." It has no mouth but in it's many eyes you can see the angel smile. What little remains of the angel turns to gold seeping into the ground. Leaving you stranded alone on the singed battlefield with the cursed instrument smiling up at you.

#❣ Drabbles ❣ #❣ Lore ❣ #ask to tag #((IDK how to tag this but uhh watch out for talk of war and death?))

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There go their knees turning to jelly with but a flutter of Miri's eyes and a flight of their own heart. "Howdy beautiful. Come round these parts often?"

Flutters her eyes so so so sweetly at Sawyer. Hiiiiiiiii cutie-

#royalreef #❣ In Character ❣ #((They're Butch4Femme Head Empty Heart Full your honor #You put them anywhere near each other and OF COURSE they're gonna start flirting))

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I've been having thoughts about Sawyer again but no energy to write them

#❣ ooc ❣ #tbd #((I might do a small revamp of this blog #Not move things but make it more clear what my ideas and intents with Sawyer and their backstory is #Cause my Sawyer IS VERY canon divergent)) #((But also that requires effort that my brain doesn't want to process rn))

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when rome falls, Yves Olade

#❣ Musings ❣ #❣ Queue ❣

[daeamour]

“The Tsar is still alive!!! The Tsar will never die!!!” No one tell them about the 24 hour limit.

#❣ Commentary ❣ #❣ In Character ❣

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@atropaanimus​ is getting it: If only their datemate was death incarnate. Oh wait they are. Ghost horse ranch now.

This is the sweetest, most romantic, hottest thing anyone has ever done for Sawyer.

“Babe, darling, love of all my lives. This is the most arousing thing anyone has ever done for me.” They wrap their tail around Milo’s leg and drab their arms on their lover’s shoulders. “If I weren’t covered in horse manure right now I’d literally fuck you.”

#atropaanimus #❣ Playing on heartstrings and ukulele chords ❣ Milo // Atropaanimus #❣ In Character ❣ #((TONIGHT HOWEVER After a bath or in the bath even #;3c #As though Milo couldn't get anymore fuckable to Sawyer they go and do this))

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“Alright Tsar. You and I, we’re gonna do this. We’re gonna survive.” They say after four other horses have died.

#❣ Commentary ❣ #❣ In Character ❣ #((I keep getting distracted and killing the horses #So happy day Sawyer my failures are yours <3))

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—Anne Lamott

#❣ Musings ❣ #❣ Queue ❣

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“I turned my back for five minutes. I’m a horrible horse elder, oh lord, oh fuck.”

#❣ Open ❣ #❣ In Character ❣ #❣ Commentary ❣ #((I LEFT TO GET SOME FOOD AND COME BACK TO THIS FRICK))

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HORSE FRIEND FOR HORSEGIRL (GENDER NEUTRAL)!!!!!

"Holy shit... They're beautiful. I will care for them and love them until the day I fucking die." They're only gonna be here for a day, Sawyer... "Their name is Mirrored Monstrosity and they're my best friend."

#tbt #((Thank you you have made this horse girls dream come true <3 <3 <3 #They're gonna spend all day with Bea now just watch))

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royalreef​:

      She tucks her body lower, tries to hide herself down into her own sheets. It doesn’t work so much when her bed is still made, no matter how soft it is or how many pillows she has strewn around. The relative darkness of her RV is at least somewhat assuring, that maybe she could hide herself within that, but the lights that line the walls and dance in attractive patterns make it hard to tell from her point of view. At least no one from outside can hear them, that Miranda is very assured of.

      “ ….. I do not want to answer that.” Her answer is simple. Curt. Polite, the kind of answer that’s given when she would really just like this transaction to be over with already, but is calm and sweet enough that the other party could let it go with ease and nothing more to say. Nearly professional, really, though if Miranda was trying for the same quality she could give within her kingdom’s Courts, it would be far more polished. She’s good at polish. She’s good at making other people listen to her, take what she says at face value, ignore what she tells them to ignore, believe whatever pretty words come out of her mouth. It makes her life easier, and she’s only been practicing for the same amount of time.

      She exhales slow, pained. The cradle holding her bed within, sitting high above the rest of her RV, is made of fake rocks and there’s saltwater aquariums lining the wall, too small and too thin to fit any fish in, filled up with soft corals and seagrass instead — but neither of these things act as comfort. They’re made to make her mind relax, to remind her of home, the ocean, to distract her from the bright light that stains the world and the trees that she had never seen alive before and a world so utterly disconnected from everything she was ever made to know, but it doesn’t work as well as she would like it to. She just needs the ocean. She just needs to slip into the waves, let them take her weight, and dive down, down, down. It’s not enough to pretend like she’s there. It’s not enough to be tormented by the image of the lake and its shoreline, knowing that it would kill her, while all she can hold onto is sad, isolated, alone in a world that did not want her here.

                      “We do not speak ill of the Merkingdom. It would be improper.”

"You don’t have to be proper around me. I wouldn’t exactly call myself  proper. You heard about me telling Damien to pretend the forest was a fancy restaurants’ toilet, so he’d take a dump there. Right? Wouldn’t exactly call that proper.” They give a small laugh trying to lighten the mood with silly memories. It wasn’t the time for joking that much Sawyer was aware of. But that didn’t mean they had to leave Miranda to turmoil in her own mind. They could try to ground her a little, remind her of some of the nicer parts of where they were with their friends.

“You don’t have to talk to me about it if you don’t want though. Just know if you do want to talk, I’m not going to judge you or tell anyone. Anything you have to share with me will be kept with me, I swear it.” To further this point they make a leviathans cross across their heart effectively sealing themselves to the vow they’d just given. A silent spell cast to keep them to their word. Not that they exactly needed it, they’d keep their word to Miranda rather they were under a spell or not. It was mostly to show how serious they were about this not that Miranda could see them from the way she covered her head, attempting to disappear from the world.

They fall silent a moment wondering what to do. What else they can do. They have nothing to offer Miranda. No solace, no hope, no love. A concubi without someone to follow is as good as dead and they’d been dead for years now. What could the dead offer a queen in need? Not much but the dead have always been able to offer a bit of comfort and perhaps Sawyer can offer that.

“Can I try something? It was something the elders used to do for me when I was a kit. If you don’t like it just push me away or say something, okay?” They then move closer, gently holding Miranda closer to their chest so she could hear their dual heartbeats and start to rock. It’s a very gentle swaying movement followed by a soft noise like a purr mixed with a coo. As a kit their elders would do this to calm the young that were upset, a tactic taught to older kits to calm the younger. Something Sawyer learned quickly to help others. It wasn’t the ocean, it wasn’t home. Sawyer would never be able to offer home not for Miranda or themselves. But they could try to be comforting in the ways they knew how, in the ways they remembered. Whether it worked or not had yet to be seen.

#royalreef #❣ Can't stop staring into those ocean eyes ❣ Miranda // Royalreef #((AWW!! I see!! Kind of like she misses it #And though the society around it complicates her feelings of the ocean #She still loves her home and the ocean itself #That makes a lot of sense!!)) #❣ Queue ❣

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Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

#❣ Musings ❣ #❣ Queue ❣ #❣ Lore ❣