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thestalkerbunny · 10 months
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I had a concept at some point where a multi-headed dragon was slain and beheaded and each head which held a distinct personality and essentially a unique soul were all reincarnated into different bodies and spread out. And they're all trying to reunite to essentially become a dragon again and that is a -PROBLEM- for everyone who had to kill the dragon the FIRST go around.
Morose has been trapped in the monarchy cycle for 3 Kings (which includes the current one. He has good sensible advice and because he's so long lived and been in this game for so long-he understands how politics and people in court WORKS. But that doesn't mean the current one (a spontaneously crowned spoiled brat, in Morose's own words) respects Morose's wisdom and sense for politics-going out of his way to abuse Morose verbally, emotionally and humiliating him physically until one day Morose just cracked him hard across the face unapologetically in the mouth. And from there on-behind closed doors a very concerning bdsm dynamic rose up and Morose more or less runs the kingdom behind the scenes while he uses His Royal Highness as a footstool.
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haikumaven · 3 months
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Happy birthday, Edgar Allan Poe!! 🐦‍⬛🕯🖤📜🐈‍⬛️
I did this Raven inspired makeup look a few years ago 😊 still one of the best makeups I've ever done
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morosecosmos · 5 months
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Do you know what it's like? To beg for death and to be found unworthy?
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no0dlesoupp · 1 month
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Its my clowns!! ☀️🌙
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biletemptress · 1 year
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mortoinquieto · 1 year
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(⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)
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cadavertrolls · 1 year
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A normal rust??? in this house??? more likely than you think. I don’t know EXACTLY what his deal is yet but he’s a trad goth dude who makes music and kills his hair by teasing it every day.
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bipolarblogss · 8 months
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blurredlandscape · 8 months
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set/ go.
i wanna know a moment's choice
dissolved in a solvent
of purpose
i'd love to know these steps
in the making
unresolved as of yet;
but for the taking
future stuff
like righteous, aromatic snuffs
of something ive envisioned
fruits rotten on the table
im unstable..
afraid of the insufferable line
the hard edge
at a cliffs ledge
that i'd teeter on;
inevitably falling
to make this decision
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cassidymayshijinks · 1 year
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24/12/22
There was another thing that Thomas told us. 
The next date that could be used to summon the Avatar of Magma is only a couple weeks away. Less than that, actually, it’s New Years day. 
This news caused quite the stir aboard Morose. Thomas told us that even though he knows when the portal will open he doesn’t know where it will open. We sent the transmission to the mainland authorities and Fourth Portal headquarters, and we’re heading for the nearest teleportation circle so that when the portal opens there will be a ship full of adventurer’s ready to charge in.
The only thing we’re waiting for now is news.
Cassidy
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sleepydrummer · 1 year
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Vincent, 2022 Ashley Brunetti
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criticalwhispers · 1 year
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Living in Their Moment
There are days that pass where you feel no pain.
No hurt.
No sorrow.
Those days don’t exist.
They are simply a figment of what you want.
A manifestation of your desires.
A world unknown.
You can’t be who you want to be when there’s no one there to replicate.
When your role models let you down or when your parents pass you up for something better.
Those days are the real ones.
When you break up and their cologne stains your blankets.
When you seek to reach peace but no peace is made.
Those days are real.
Your happiness.
Your complacency.
It’s all out of reach.
All gone to the depths of normalcy.
😶
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s3-izures · 2 years
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...Professional art.  Very business.  100 professional.
Anyhow, who asked for the milk?
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Other accounts | Commissions My art may not be used, edited, traced, reproduced, or reposted (without credit) in any way without my permission, thanks.
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I don't know how to tell him.
He holds my hands and sees the tears in my eyes.
And probably tells himself that we're finally safe, now that we've come so far.
At long last, I'm in his arms. At least, he's not too late.
But I don't know how to tell him.
I don't know how to make him understand that the warmth coming from his hands, the pleasant scent obstructing my senses as he presses me into his chest, his sweet smile in the corner of my eyes, and his gentle but tearful gaze are but ocean waves crashing into the rock that is my heart.
I don't know how to forgo my selfishness and tell him, without risking turning his heart into stone, that the longer we embrace each other under the starry skies, the longer he lends his shoulder for me to cry, the more I give into the darkness, as curtain falls over the stained glass.
How do I tell him? After all, everything he did, he did for me. The stars align and the universe is at peace. All so that I can breathe.
Should I even tell him? Do the eroding rocks ask the ocean to stop their waves?
How do I tell him that the kindness of his heart and his beautiful soul, perfectly in tune with the universe, only serves to make this night the most beautiful night in my life?
Would I risk robbing the world of such beauty the moment I tell him how I feel?
What if I tell him that because he's here with me, I've finally seen everything through his eyes as if the world is a giant tapestry or a dome of stained glass, and that means that I've no more reason to exist?
Would the stars forgive me? If I tell him that,
It's such a beautiful night to die in your arms...
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howifeltabouthim · 2 years
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I felt perfectly calm and quiet, though perhaps morose might have described it better.
Iris Murdoch, from Under the Net
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