𖤓 ━━━━ 𝑴 𝑰 𝑫 𝑨 𝑺

i'm your new god. a better one. so you will bow down and profess your love unto me， your lord. or i shall destroy you.

‍ ‍ ❛All the time. Even my sheets are made from silk of the finest quality money can buy. Unfortunately for you, it seems like you prefer more… rural… types of fabrics. 🤭❜ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ❛I can see the polyester, Midas. The linen, too. It’s nice to see you giving to the farmer’s market, but I should tell you… The silk you’re wearing isn’t of good quality at all. 🤫❜ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ❛Bootleg? My couture is more expensive than anything you gallivant around in, which is odd because you can afford it. Also… if anything, you’re built like a Disney villain — and I do not mean in a good way.❜ ‍ ‍

ᅠ ( Eye twitch 💢 ) ❝ That is rich coming from you. You're not exactly Mother Theresa yourself, Kor. Hard for anyone to take the moral high ground when you walk around looking like a bootleg Disney villain. ❞ ᅠ

‍ ‍ ❛Monetarily? Nothing. But considering everything, I can afford to take a few charity cases. You could too, but I know those grubby, greedy blocks of butter with fingers won’t ever be kind — just self-serving.❜ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ❛Huh…❜ ‍ ‍ Give her a moment, this is the first time someone had actually been creative & not immediately shot out for her IO ties. ❛I’m still surprised that whole plan worked, actually. I just didn’t think it would be the tall, dark and ugly — not —

I am flattered you think I have the skills and time, father.

‍ ‍ ❛Don’t I know it. Zadie always had a good eye for talent.❜ She tapped on her chin for a moment in false thought. Kor knew exactly what she was going to say and, yes, it WAS going to be an insult. ❛Last I checked, Zadie didn’t much like you either… y’know — ‍ ‍

Can we please not be mean towards my father when he looks like this 😕

‍ ‍ ❛You quite literally have two kids.❜ Her face is completely deadpan. Kor HATES this man so much that she WILL bring up a touchy subject. Although, now that they WERE on the subject… ❛How is our lovely golden gal, anyway? Still… fangy?❜ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ She raised a brow, a slight shrug stiffening in her shoulders as she looked around, confused. ❛Capable…? Of being a deadbeat and talking to yourself, I assume.❜ She can do nothing but facepalm. Oh, she’s so done with his ass. ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ❛Says the man who’s half dead. I swear… I don’t know why they still talk to you. 🤦‍♀️❜ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ❛You’d definitely like that, huh? You’re like a cockroach that refuses to die, even with roach spray.❜ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ❛There’s this sickening air of self-importance floating around… is it just me or is there a golden trash can walking around?❜ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ This is what she thinks of that golden asshole, by the way. ‍ ‍