…or…
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I find it funny you can immediately find the perfect videos XD
You and @NotARussianBot always have something that matches perfectly with whatever is being talked about
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My mind works in strange ways…when it works… 
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!
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Same with mine! Happy Cake Day!
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Aeris, Lisselotte, Dorian, and Jekyll are not pleased with not getting enough information on what is really going on.
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Thank you 
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No, problem.
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yes
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Aeris confronts Mal’gel to be told the truth…sorta, but he was later met with a blast from the past who is pretty much telling Mal’gel that he can do what he wants, but will never succeed.
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Amneris hopes Hathor is having a better day than she is
. . .
Hathor is NOT having a better day than she is
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Xix asks a literal dead person if they ever see dead people
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confused stare
Huh?
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The cast for Everybody’s in Show-Biz has been fully established.
The facepalm is implied
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Exactly
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Marta overanalyzed a piece of cloth left behind by the killer and is now staring at a window wondering what to do with herself
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I just finished my ninth chapter for my story and here is how it ended:
From her periphery, she noticed the moon starting to manifest outside the window, and she stared at longingly as she silently conceived a prayer. Liwani. Please. Help them. Help the ones who protected me. They’ll be punished, or worse, all because of me. I didn’t mean—she swallowed hard, her throat tight with unshed tears. I didn’t mean for them to get hurt.
The dim light of the room blurred as tears spilled down her cheeks. She didn’t know if Liwani would hear her, if the spirits of the Illuri still listened to the prayers of those who had been taken from their homeland, stripped of their names, their faith, their very selves. But in the silence that stretched into the void, Mary tried her best to not feel like the gods have forsaken her.
She wiped her eyes, her resolve hardening as she thought of Annie, of the slaves in chains, of the merchant’s mocking laughter. She had seen the price of submission, the cost of bowing to those who wielded power without mercy. And as she sat there, her back against the door and her heart still racing, Mary vowed that she would not be one of those who clung to the bottom, waiting for salvation that might never come. She would climb, she would fight, and she would do whatever it took to tear down the ladders that held her people in chains.
Liwani, if you are there, if you are listening, give me the strength to save them. To save Annie. To save myself. The words hung in the air. I am in need of your strength for I have surely made an enemy tonight.
She stayed there, bathed in moonlight. The events of that day had finally caught up with her, and she collapsed from exhaustion.
When she closed her eyes, the shadow towers from her nightmares rose up before her as they always did, looming tall and dark. Their jagged peaks twisted like claws reaching for the heavens, and in every gloomy crevice, she saw the leering face of Davis, his mocking smile haunting her. But in the horizon, a bright white moon glowed, its light melting away the darkness like snow which cowered before spring.
The moon rose high above all, and with it the seas churned and titanic waves crashed against the shadow towers until even their peaks were no more.
“Amaraaaa…” came the whispers of ancient voices.
And for the first time in so long, the whispers did not make her fearful.
Instead, her name was a soothing lullaby that guided her to a tranquil slumber amidst the chaos of the world around her.
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Is all of that out of context?
Definitely! HAHA. It’s 443 words out of 5844 of the chapter.
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