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caecia · 8 months
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making promises you can’t keep
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Love Never Dies Concert photos as Onion and Reductress headlines (photos and from cast personal accounts)
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toaster-fire-art · 4 months
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guess who binge read jjk in a night :')
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bobbypinsandlizards · 2 months
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me (a terrifying monster beyond all comprehension) and my boyfriend (he has autism)
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bennygotmilk · 3 months
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so sorry to everyone on the dash but, mitch marner. "too small not good enough can't take a hit" mitch marner. "locker room cancer soft player will never win anything trade him for a dman" mitch marner, just got to 600th career point - fastest leaf to ever do so in 45 years - mitch marner. heart of the team mitch marner 💙
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the-raging-tempest · 3 months
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The Unending Ache; God of Corruption as Survival. The Weather Witch; Goddess of Destruction as Revival
Zrise
“As you wait for the hangman's noose. When you despair at your fate. When hatred's venom courses through your veins. He will beckon from the darkness and offer a gift.” 
God of corruption in the face of death. Survival by any means necessary. Acceptance of the dark and disgusting parts of one’s self. Guardian of those rejected and abandoned by other gods. 
He appears to those forsaken, sick, cursed, and wicked. Those on the brink of death. He asks those who follow him to revel in their misery and darkness. He will keep those who do his bidding alive, as long as they welcome what makes them repulsive, and accept his gift.
Ascending through means that are not entirely clear. He brought his sister to join him in divinity. Escaping his curse and ill fate. Zrise betrayed and failed his former Goddess Calistria. His ascension making him an enemy of Pharasma who had marked his soul. He finds his worshippers among those who wish to escape death. Known for poaching, seducing, and swaying the lonely and ostracized with the promise of power and survival. He does look down on his believers while being fiercely protective of them.
Titles: ‘Prince of Hunger’, ‘The Pale Blade’, ‘The Unending Ache’, ‘Hope’s Shadow’
Appearance: He has changed his presentation ever so slightly in his ascension. Straightening and sharpening his features. Elongating his ears to appear more elven. If you get close enough he smells faintly like smoke and burning tobacco with an undertone of sour sweat. His skin is now a more sickly white. Flames erupt from the scar on his chest above his heart. The flames shift from merely aesthetic to harmful depending on his will. No longer does he have tattoos, from where his swan tattoo sat now is a forever healing wound he can reopen to pour out his ‘gift’, black inky blood which he offers to his followers. 
Realms: Palace of Unmet Appetite: Abyss
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Portfolio: Ambition, Hunger, Affliction, Corruption, Survival
Domains: Chaos, Darkness, Death, Destruction, Madness, Void
Subdomains: Revelry, Loss, Plague, Hatred, Corruption, Insanity, Isolation
Worshippers: Those afflicted with illnesses, especially if terminal. Those who are cursed or have ill fate. Those who inspire repulsion. Those at the fringes of society. Those who wish to rise above and crush those stronger than them. Those who seek to survive. Those who do not seek forgiveness. Those abandoned by other gods. 
Edicts: To be underestimated is a strength. Savor bringing those with power over you to ruin. Dirty the hands of those who believe they are better than you. Find pleasure in your repugnance. 
Anathema: To willingly surrender to death.
Holy Symbol: A blackened heart enveloped in flame.
Flower: Black Iris
Animals: Black Serpent, Leech
Scared Colors: Black, Gold, Oranges
Servants: Demons, Undead
Allies: Lamashtu, Nocticula
Mixed: Cayden Cailean, Naderi, Socothbenoth, Urgathoa
Enemies: Asmodeus, Calistria, Pharasma
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Lariel
“It is rumored that if you cry out in your hour of need, a storm will appear, lightning will descend from the heavens, and she will answer the call.”
Goddess of destruction that leads to positive change. Endings that are beginnings. Freedom to abandon one’s past. Creation of the new self. Acceptance of mistakes. The Goddess who walks among mortals. Sponsor of mortal heroes.
She asks for no worship. Desires no one to kneel to her. Her followers treat her instead as a totem to carry so that they too may grow, change, and reach out to others. A reminder that even in the darkest hour there is hope. After the worst storm flowers may still bloom. 
Made a God against her wish. She ascended with her twin brother Zrise. Lariel makes the best of having such power. Not afraid of the wrath of others, she interferes in mortal affairs. Answering the calls of those who truly have nowhere else to turn. She does not interact with many of the other Gods out of distrust and dislike of how often she feels they abandon mortals. 
Titles: ‘The Winds of Change’, ‘Weather Witch’, ‘Dawn’s Herald’, ‘The Last Star’ 
Appearance: She looks much as she did as a half elf mortal. Small in frame, pale in skin. Ethereally beautiful. The scent of rain, ozone, and flowers follow her. She wears soft and flowing fabric that is sheer near the edges as if it is submerged in water. Her dark auburn hair flows as if wind is passing through it. How strong the gust tells her strength of emotion. If you have managed to upset her, static electricity lifts her hair and her eyes glow with magic. 
Realms: Storm's Eye Sanctuary; Elysium 
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Portfolio: Change, Transformation, Rebirth, Destruction, Acceptance
Domains: Air, Chaos, Destruction, Liberation, Magic, Water, Weather
Subdomains: Lightning, Whimsy, Catastrophe, Freedom, Arcane, Flowing, Storms
Worshippers: Spellcasters who find their powers frightening. Those who wish to escape their captors. Criminals due to circumstance. Those who feel they must hide themselves for their safety. Those who wish to stand against insurmountable odds. Those who reach for hope in their darkest hour. 
Edicts: To choose hope despite the pull of despair. To change for the better. Treat each day as a clean slate. To see destruction as a space for growth.
Anathema: To deny a change in your truth. To revel in pointless destruction. To judge others for their past.
Holy Symbol: A lily of the valley crossed with a bolt of lightning
Flower: Lily of the Valley, Daises
Animals: Unicorns, rabbits 
Scared Colors: Lavender, Silver, Light Gray
Servants: Unicorns, Nixies, Sylphs
Allies: Cayden Cailean, Milani, Shelyn, Yuelral 
Mixed: Besmara, Gozreh, Sarenrae, Naderi
Enemies: Gyronna, Mestama, Nhimbaloth
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velteris · 5 months
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i just think the anglerfish is neat
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ex0rin · 10 months
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i'm gonna need like 24 to 48hrs to just bombard you all with pictures and gifs and filthy goddamn thoughts about the bards tits this season because holy fuck Joey Batey
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dudecunt · 3 months
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a fool: predatory lesbians are preying on young adults and turning them gay!
me, soaking wet and also hard: w. what. really
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resurrectonomitron · 6 months
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hello everyone, i've decided to close this blog as posting stories (or half arsed attempts at them) just no longer brings me joy. i'll still be lurking around, and i'll still be playing sims but just no longer publicly.
i'd like to thank you all for your support, these truly have been the best 10+ years of content (across 2 blogs but you get the idea) but i think my time has just come.
i'll be keeping completed works live on my blog for reference, but anything unfinished will be getting deleted.
i wish you all the very best, stay spooky 👻
if anyone wants to follow me on any socials just message me (mutuals only pls)
completed lepacies
flowers lepacy (ts2) / thirteen lepacy (ts3) / reaper lepacy (ts4)
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bloggingboutburgers · 6 months
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hey! i hope everything is okay! don’t worry about pushing yourself, rest is always best!
i truly hope everything is alright tho!
It's all good! Sorry for any worries TwT Just been sleep-deprived and with a lot of stuff on my brain lately, but all good causes so it's all good! Just... I dunno, serious stuff, and just overall yeah... Not sleeping enough. I'm sure I'm not the only one. It happens I guess TwT
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gigi-rileyswag · 27 days
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dude. i’m going to a baseball game and my whole plan was to read ao3 while i’m there. my day is ruined and my life is meaningless.
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vollerey · 8 months
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sadism demons HATE HIM!!!
he guves FREE therapy sessions & comofrt to MILLIONS a day!!!!!
friendly neighbourhood empathy daemon exposes shocking sevrets abt silly goober behavior
LEARN THE TRUTH NOW
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lovepackdelivery · 2 months
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she let me hit because. I wouldn’t shut up about archive dot org
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puella-peanut · 3 months
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struggle snippet lol ;(
Silver's hand is firm enough to bruise on his hip, and—oh, it's silly, and Daniel blames the cheap beer and the strangeness of this night when he does it—but he reaches down and nudges his shaking fingers between Silver's, knitting them together. He doesn't know why he does it, but it feels correct. Right. Like this is how it should be. Sweet and tender and romantic, even though they're surrounded by swearwords, rejected phone numbers. Angry graffiti scribbled up high to god.  It could be love. Might be. Perhaps will be. But for now it's just Daniel and Silver and thirty years worth of what was and was not between them like a minefield. It doesn't mean anything, it shouldn't—and yet something breaks open in Daniel's chest where it's all tender and soft and stupid at the thought. Breaks open like a dam, like a bandage unraveling from where it's been guarding an old battle wound. Something spills out, and he feels it trickle down his face and fall into his open, whimpering mouth as Silver takes him apart. He tastes something wet and salty. Unpleasant like medicine. Or the truth.  They are linked by an indelible chain. Teacher to student, jailer to prisoner, enemy to lover. Perhaps now only death can break its fetters, for time has tried and failed. 
Still trying to finish my CK Secret Santa for____. and I will, but I'll be burning that midnight oil until I finish it!!! It might turn out to be over 8,000 words (dear God), and this part might not stay during the final editing process.
Still, I like it.
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familyvideostevie · 5 months
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no one asked for this! like, fr no one! but i am writing a part two to come care about me bc i can't be controlled.
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