Lunamor

Luna clapped for everyone.

Donuts!

STEW

Pizza!!!

Luna clapped for Truthless.

I liked it too

Hehehe, puns. It looked like a really glitchy sprinkler.

Luna started breakdancing and managed not to break her neck somehow.

The Ta’e’iloan woman said something about peace, about her losing. Zura frowned slightly. That was unlike her- she rarely ever lost a fight, and she would certainly never make peace with a Tühine. And the man she supposedly had made peace with was claiming that her memories had been stolen by gods. Internally she groaned. These strangers were likely to never tell her the truth. How had she been so careless to allow herself to be captured? ”I was unconscious a few minutes ago. Why are you lying to me? And why do you claim that these people-“ Another knife flashed out of nowhere to gesture in the direction of the odd looking people. ”Are gods?” Her eyes never left the Tühine man, not even when the woman spoke to her. Until she could determine what his instinct was, she wasn’t taking any chances.

My stomach was rather unhappy about my poor eating decision- sometimes even just the sugar in a regular cookie is enough to make me feel sick.

*makes platter sized waffles* Fun fact I once ate a cookie the size of a small pizza with three scoops of ice cream on top. Many regrets followed.

*pulls out a tub of white chocolate chips*

I use lots of extra spaces but that’s probably not the most efficient option Storms yeah!

*cries in mobile*

And caramel sauce!

Zura’s eyes widened as something in her head... disappeared. It was quick and painless, but still felt wrong somehow. Like a part of her was missing, leaving a bloody, empty space in her brain. It scabbed over and healed in the blink of an eye, leaving her with no clue what she was missing. What had been taken. Suddenly she realized that she had no idea where she was or who the strange people around her were. She tensed and jerked her head to the side. There was a Tühine right there, within stabbing range. The enemy. She leapt to her feet and reached for the knife in her boot, surprised when her hand found only empty space. Some of her weapons must have been stolen at some point. It must’ve been the work of the foreigners. She would never allow herself to run low on knives. She was far more sensible than that. Zura instead grabbed the backup knife strapped to her calf and brandished it in the Tühine man’s direction, trying to look as threatening as possible. As she did this, she thought over her situation, trying to think of the most likely reason for her confused state of mind. She didn’t have the time to think of any but the most obvious. She had likely been captured by Tühine and knocked out at some point. It was either a sneak attack or a blow to the head serious enough to cause memory loss. That was unlikely- her head felt fine. Oddly clear, actually. Like she had extra empty space. Her thoughts returned to the moment. She was a prisoner, and had to escape before they were able to make it to a Tühine base. ”Let me go.” Her voice was calm and cold. She didn’t bother with trying to disguise her strong Cahayan accent. Pure hatred seethed behind her eyes, hatred for the sworn enemy of her people. For the people who would kill her little sister without hesitation just for the crime of existing.

WAFFLES A LA MODE

Yaaaaaaaaay!!!

Everyone does, dude.

It is mostly certainly not. Proof: IT’S ADORABLE!!! Cats or dogs?

Correct! Truth please.

Uh... Shadolin or Shaladin? It depends on the other candidates.

I’m sorry Yay for Alleyverse! Truth please.