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swanpit · 1 year
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lostsoulsparadise · 4 months
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alan bajura | Lost Souls Paradise | Instagram
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phoenix-clan · 2 months
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finished a little bit more work on 5, then immediately went on to work on this very quick mockup of the territories in inkarnate
check my tags for information on the territories and their inhabitants :)
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baambastic · 1 year
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Okay, so I’m completely on board with the theory that El Lobo del Muerte can only show up when Puss is at risk of dying. But that raises the question:
Why was he able to appear in the Cave of Lost Souls?
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calypsolemon · 1 year
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somehow I ended up taking inspiration from neverending story for starboots au? i love being influenced by Media
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shentunans · 3 months
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As an experiment I let Astarion Ascend for the first time - (on my current play-through of my Durge Tiefling Tav named Barbara) - just to see what would happen and …oh no, nope, no.
I love the whole turning into mist, the ascended bite, and batstarion aspects
I adore Vampire Spawn Astarion with all his faults and flaws. My Tav could happily be his best friend or his romantic partner. But when he Ascends to this new form of vampire - interesting though it was on paper - all I wanted to do was run far very away from him.
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welcometojane · 1 year
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cavern of lost souls, wales
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synonymroll648 · 1 year
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you know what? screw it. send me a rose (emoji in my askbox, not a literal flower in my mailbox [if you find my address i will be far too concerned about my safety to give you what you want]) if you want a snippet of the sophitz bookstore meetcute fic i’m writing for sophitz week 2022 :) 
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martianbugsbunny · 10 months
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Love that Death is both an inevitable force of nature and a pissy little princess who isn’t above throwing a temper tantrum, iconic
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What I was hoping for in ONESTAR'S CONFESSION!
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Seriously, this needs to be a thing.
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caruliaa · 1 year
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starting a collection
[image description: four images, all screenshots of pinterest comment sections. the first image has two comments, one that reads "I wanna give him an olive." with a reply reading "he will kick it around til he can't find it" and the other that reads "i wanna pick him up by his underarms n shake him arpund(around)". the second image has one comment reading "the goof" with a reply reading "goofy goober". the third image has four comments, the first reading "if i was as cute as him id be lookin in the mirror 24/7" the second reading "He is such a bbg ong" the third reading "babygirl" and the fourth reading "babyboi". the fourth image has one comment reading "omg my fav alcoholic" /End description]
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lostsoulsparadise · 5 months
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amazingmrcinema007 · 7 months
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Tfw the only normal-looking woman on an exotic island of monstrous experiments used to be a literal panther and the doctor who made her expects you to raw dog her:
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cosmicheartz · 1 year
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something thats been rattling around in my brain is what if kitty got stuck in the cave of lost souls or we got to see the abyss of eternal loneliness
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queenfisher1 · 1 year
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The Magic of Purpose
Ten down, two left to go. This is the tenth prompt of @writeblrfantasy's 12 days of writer's self-love. This one is part of Aspen's origin story. I'm figuring out more ways to reveal more information about her, slowly. For the last prompt, I'm going to complete her true character, what she really has become. The prompt is magic.
“Hello,” a mysterious voice called out. Aspen opened her eyes and hazily looked at what seemed to be the cave ceiling. The glowing light of luminescent plants looked like a strange gas that filled the room. Her body felt heavy and sore. She could feel something uncomfortable on her back. The foreign objects felt like extra limbs she didn’t have before. “Can you hear me?”
She painfully lifted her arm and rubbed her eyes. Looking once again, she was still in the same place. The cave she dreamt of—her prison. A part of her felt as if she was born new. Memories of a golden glowing fruit eased into her mind, then the pain. Drops of water splashing in little puddles echoed about the cavern walls, creating a soothing aura around her. The tree in front of her sat still, the half-eaten fruit rotting on the ground. She stretched out her arms. However, she felt something else stretch out underneath her. Panicking, she tried to get up whilst in pain and misery. As she finally sat up, a pair of wings wrapped around her as a loose hug. She held her breath and hugged herself tightly, bewildered by the sight of the feathers. They were gray and white—the wings of a cockatiel. Something slowly lifted from her forehead, and she quickly raised her arms to feel a feather crown. Her breath quickened, the wings shaking vigorously.
“What is happening to me?!” she squealed. She touched her cheeks and felt circles of fluffy feathers. “What is happening to me!!” She clenched her shoulders and curled into a ball. The fear of her surroundings slowly crept into her soul. Darkness shrouded her mind. The hair on her arms raised to the cave ceiling. Shadows became black spots.
“Calm down! It’s ok!” the mysterious voice shouted. Aspen jumped in surprise and looked around, frightened. She frantically moved her head from side to side, finding no one nearby. Feeling vulnerable, she covered her head with her arms. “Do not panic. I’m only in your head. I cannot hurt you.”
“Why are you in my head?! Who are you?! What are you?!” she screamed.
“Hush!” they responded harshly. Aspen’s breath shook violently. Her heart beat faster than a running rabbit. “Listen closely. I have been a part of you since the day you were born. Think of me as your guide. This new form you have obtained seems to have allowed me to communicate with you directly. You cannot call me by a name, because I lack one.”
“You’re… what… ?” she looked down at herself and held her fists to her chest. Her breath was still heavy, weighting her body to the ground.
“Everything is going to be okay,” they reassured her. “As long as you don’t eat that fruit again, you will not be harmed.”
“What is this place?” Aspen slowly relaxed.
“This seems to be an old universe,” they responded, washing away her fears with their soothing voice. “From the months you’ve been stuck here eating nothing but what seem to be blueberries, you’ve found no one else, except for me that is. This leads me to believe that this world has been either abandoned or lost.”
“How am I supposed to trust someone I just met?” Aspen furrowed her brows.
“I know how to help you,” they answered.
“With what?” she asked skeptically.
“About anything, really,” they replied with a happy tone of voice. “Just ask. At this point, I know everything about you. I’ve been watching you ever since I was aware of my existence. I know what will help.”
“Do you know the way back home,” she asked. The voice grew silent. “I thought so.”
“I can make a few suggestions,” they piped up. Their enthusiasm slowly died the longer Aspen didn’t respond. “Can we try to be positive?”
“There’s nothing positive about being stuck in some strange world I’ve never been in before,” Aspen snapped, putting her face to her palms, emotions of lonely sadness. It became very quiet as the serenity of the environment replaced their thoughts. Aspen looked at the wings once again. They had stopped vibrating from before. She tentatively raised her hand and touched the wing, feeling the soft feathers between her fingers. She could feel it as if it were a part of her.
“See?” the voice whispered. “It’s alright.” Aspen frowned in deep sorrow, removing her hand from the wing. “It’s going to be alright.”
“Things being ok doesn’t mean I feel ok,” Aspen’s eyes drooped. “I may be alive, but I haven’t seen my family in months. I couldn’t even say goodbye. Not even to my friend.”
“I- … I’m sorry,” the voice dissipated to grief. “If you need me… I’ll always be here for you…” Aspen shut her mouth and laid on her side. White noise filled her ears. She let herself completely shut down into a soft slumber.
Dragon of purple scales
Wake this soul’s magic
Doth not hear the whales
Of past so tragic
Let it’s heart find joy
Show it the light of glory
Listen to it’s voice
Long for a great story
Dragon of fallen angels
Heed the call’s plea
Show it to embrace changes
Become one with the key
To harmony
To symphony
To melody
To posterity
For all to all…
“Wake up young Guardian,” a growling voice roared. “You cannot stay here! You must escape! See where your true purpose lies!”
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thursdayschild76 · 5 months
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"And No More Shall We Part"
November, 26th. 02:20 a.m. Waiting for morning. Now, it will no longer be necessary to be afraid of separating. Everything is done. I still don’t understand if it was Fate’s will, or was it you who challenged it. I will never be free. You are it? This life is very long.
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"And no more shall we part It will no longer be necessary And no more will I say, dear heart I am alone and she has left me
And no more shall we part The contracts are drawn up, the ring is locked upon the finger And never again will my letters start Sadly, or in the depths of winter
And no more shall we part All the hatchets have been buried now And all of birds will sing to your beautiful heart Upon the bough
And no more shall we part Your chain of command has been silenced now And all of those birds would’ve sung to your beautiful heart Anyhow
Lord, stay by me Don’t go down I will never be free If I’m not free now
Lord, stay by me Don’t go down I never was free What are you talking about?
For no more shall we part And no more shall we part"
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