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;; woah, hey there! it’s been awhile, right? i’ll get straight to the point. I’M NOT LEAVING THE TUMBLR RPC PERMANENTLY ( not yet ) but obviously my presence here is VERY lacking & everything on all of my blogs has been left a mess.
;; but I just wanted to announce that I’m OFFICIALLY on break. y-you know, OFFICIALLY speaking. I’ve always been very flimsy with announcing hiatuses & activity periods & other such things like that, but this will probably be my final post for awhile, save for a few queued things in the future. AGAIN, I’M NOT PERMANENTLY LEAVING, BUT I’LL BE GONE FOR IDK HOW LONG. & when I come back, who knows what will happen?
;; just wanted to put my foot down & state that much, as well as leaving some options for contacting me if you would like to stay in touch!
HERE is where I’ve been lurking for all these months, it’s my main & art blog if you want to see the occasional posting & chattering! ( forewarning, i’m REALLY getting into anime )
& anybody who’s interested is welcome to DM me for my discord, ever-changing - thus I don’t list it here. I would be open to interacting there if you’re interested!
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;; so I suppose that’s all for now! no hard feelings if you decide to unfollow in the midst of inactivity, but expect me to come looking for you when I get back! <3 you guys have fun, & I’ll see you sometime soon!
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godsought · 3 years
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poem for globsters
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;; ok but what if….sammy fnf (personals do not rb. )
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You’re laughing. This is my second form and the latin choir has started singing, and you’re laughing.
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i.     “get used to dying,” father told me.        “you will have many deaths,         many burials and many graves,         and no time to mourn any of them.”
ii.      but how? death is the end,          not the journey, and I am no cat.          I do not have nine lives—          only one.
iii.      he smiles, and it is sharp; cruel.           I realize — too late — it is a knife,           unsheathed. the messenger of           my first death.
iv.      “the first of many,” he asserts.           was that a prediction, or a promise?           better not to ask; knowledge itself,           is its own kind of death.
v.       father was right.
          dying is the same as anything else:           you get better at it with experience.
vi.      but it doesn’t get any easier, crawling           and clawing your way out of the dirt.           not the kind you can see or smell,
          but oh, you can feel it. it’s impossible           not to drag up grave soil with you           when your body is a cemetery.
vii.     eventually you learn           life is made of little deaths,           like a burden, growing.
viii.    death doesn’t scare humanity;           it’s life — living, that terrifies us           and we turned it into a rehearsal,           a stage.
practice makes permanent.  //  m.a.w
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godsought · 3 years
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she is the most
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HELLO i have insane ramblings of this Dadmaster AU i made i want to share with you all
TLDR: Dream No More ending turned into Embrace the Void ending. Mato wants his child back. Oro babysits Grimmchild and finds his child student, Broken Vessel, revived by the lifeblood charms along the way to harvest the flames. 
ok here we go - more under the cut
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;; i’m just taking a little break from tumblr for a bit but happy mothers day to godseeker, who Yearns for babie & in one, very indulgent timeline, is the mother to thousands of little vessel babies, thank you 💘
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I am unconsecrated, an abandoned goddess with no worshippers left to her name. And you are?
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Molasses ichor runs down your forearms, sweet and bitter, red and thick. It is unnatural; you drink from it in a reverent way. Gods blood, gods blood.
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Abhorred monster! Wretch! Thine vibes are an atrocity! Get thee gone from here!
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'The Picture of Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde (published in 1890)
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The dialogue you get upon offering the Delicate Flower to the Godseeker.
I just found out about the new opportunity to give flowers to a certain few NPCs (something I regret not discovering on my own… I even went through the Queen’s Gardens looking for new stuff and, for some reason, didn’t think to check the grave!). 
So I took it to the White Lady (made it on the third try) and didn’t think to grab her dialogue because she didn’t accept it and I knew this meant I was going to be tiptoeing all over Hallownest until someone did. So I travelled around talking to everyone to see if anyone else had new dialogue or would accept the flower, until I reached Emilitia. She… didn’t accept it either. So, in growing fear that this journey would be for naught, I made my way through the Royal Waterways and the City of Tears until finally, I reached the Godseeker. 
And here we are!
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godsought · 3 years
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Take Me To Church by Hozier except he’s practicing it alone in the front of an empty cathedral, while you watch, hidden, from far behind the pews. He’s at least physically alone, because when you search for the source of the backing vocals, you see no one else. 
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*This blog has been visited by the whoopee cushion anon.* *All of your muses have just been pranked with whoopee cushions, how do they react?*
  -- anonymous prayed.
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;; ( get PUNKED you’re going to have to track all my blogs if you want to hear from all my muses on this )
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;; there’s a NUMBER of responses godseeker in particular could give;
-- one being that she might not really CARE ??? she’s an old woman, she left her fucks & decency in the land of storms
-- she might get the hell startled out of her because LOUD NOISE ??? time to run with her tail tucked between her legs while bugs laugh at her
-- && alternatively she looks at the thing & tries eating it, how dare it scream at her
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