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spectrum overbilled my stupid ass and refused to cancel my sub and is now charging me for equipment i didn't know you had to return so... if anyone needs dnd or bg3 character commissions lmk!!!

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for my bestie's birthday I commissioned this piece by @cheesy-cryptid and I'm obsessed! it features my earth genasi warlock, wisteria, who is a courtesan and adventurer, and her wizard boyfriend, westley (played by my bestie, who dms the campaign). <3

#ooc.

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eilistraeae worshippers dance like white women summoning the moon

#fr i know im right

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#im so tired of ts fkjbfkjfbf enough of billionaires and their giant egos..... pls #ik that all ive been lately is negative but to be fair #the world is a shitshow rn

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leigh bardugo saying talking about gaza/palestine is performative during PR for the familiar......... never make idols out of people fr

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do not follow me if you use n//h sch/n/p/s or any of the other zionist piece of shits on st. unfollow me right now actually thanks : )

#im so fucking sick of this #ooc.

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Caraval Poster

Artist: @emiliesnaith_art

#tella smiling like she knows smth no one else does... thats baby #donatella dragna: aesthetic. #scarlett dragna: aesthetic.

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I used to write ambrosia as very docile and soft and afraid, but I think that there is a lifetime's worth of anger inside of her that has never had any outlet and that could burn through her like wildfire. it could have the potential for rebirth and growth, or it could be destructive in its rage. I'd really love to explore more of that pent-up pain, because I think it terrifies her to think she might experience the ugliness of anger like that. she doesn't want to be anything like her mother; doesn't want to give people any reason to ever see amarantha in her.

#ambrosia: study. #projecting my fear of anger a bit hehe

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Pâmela Tomé as Jane Benedito in “Orgulho e Paixão” (2018), inspired by the novels of Jane Austen.

#bro i snapped #THATS LITERALLY TELLA IN HER BLUE DRESSES #donatella dragna: mirror.

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gwyn had paused at the sight of him, appearing from the darkness like a beckoning specter. he shouldn't have been there at this hour, but whatever protests she held died at the sight of the wares he'd brought. she smiled, resisting the urge to run her hand over the buttery leather and peered at azriel with a look closest to approval.

it was then she noticed his shadows, drifting close as they always did. for a spymaster that always held himself at a distance, they were remarkably sociable –– at least when gwyn was close by, though she didn't dare ask what that meant.

that one, curling like a tendril of smoke in the wind, seemed to her the most curious of the bunch. gwyn absently nudged her calf against it, and couldn't help her smile as it seemed to respond well, winding like a ribbon around her leg. trell, she decided to call it, as it danced its way up her legs as ivy would a trellis. and then there were its companion, a nearly see-through shadow that seemed almost shy as it hovered by her slipper; bashful, gwyn named it, for reasons that were obvious. and the third, which seemed boldest loped right up to her, and like a dog might, nudged up at her palm. that one, she named darling, because she'd always wanted a hound. she said none of this aloud, but when she glanced back up at azriel, gwyn's teal eyes were bright with noticeable delight.

❝ the others will surely appreciate the option, ❞ she finally said in response, straightening up as she took his measure again. the shadowsinger seemed almost... gwyn hesitated to say boyish, but that was the word that sprung to mind. there was an indulgent part of her that enjoyed seeing him this way, as if gwyn understood implicitly how rare it might be to see him upended. she enjoyed it more than she cared to admit. ❝ normally it is. I couldn't sleep. I thought I might come train. or at the least, watch for the sunrise. ❞

she drifted past him to the window and gazed out at the still-dark sky, peppered with twinkling, ancient stars. ❝ your mother sounds great. ❞ she hesitated, uncertain, but her curiosity won out over any attempt at politeness. she had to wonder at any female who'd known azriel as a child. the thought made her smile. ❝ what is she like? ❞

he’s brought leathers for the valkyries, the newcomers who wish to train in something other than the garb of their usual position or rank. the priestesses in particular were what made him think of it. while the flow of fabric added a layer of elegance, he couldn’t help but imagine it binding around legs and ankles. so, he’d asked his mother for aid. and upon hearing that nesta archeron and her friends had reignited the valkyries? she’d been delighted, and while she’d not known specific sizes, between azriel and the shadows, they’d come up with decent approximations. with clever corsetry in the sides for loosening or tightening.

though upon his delivery he’d not expected anyone to be there, laden with packages he cannot help but look slightly… well, shocked. the shadows that normally warn him of anyone nearby are more interested in curling around her feet. a silent glare to them, mouthing traitors.

‘ i — thought i’d leave these here. for the women who’d like to change. my mother — made them. ‘

the packages set on the nearby bench, the paper wrapping unfurling to reveal the cleverly made pair of trousers and top.

‘ she — she was a laundress, for years, she mended and kept a lot of the leathers for the camps. we thought — if they felt like changing, that — these would make it better. so they’re not all… borrowed and cobbled together. ‘

he feels as if he’s been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, he’s never caught at anything. the betraying shadows still seem to hum with enjoyment trailing along gwyn’s feel and lower calves.

‘ i didn’t mean to disturb anyone, i thought it would be empty —this hour. ‘

"nice of you to drop by." gwyn to az! // @wyrdhearth

#gwyn berdara: threads. #draconikia #im obsessed.... #threads.

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might add danielle de grey from emily wilde........ she's mentioned like 9 times as a dryadoligist who went missing and her academic rival bram eichorn went missing looking for her so like.... im obsessed actually

#OBSSESED ACTUALLY #so someone write eichorn??? anyway- #ooc.

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“Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon? You’re the new ribbon, Az” ~ 🦇📚

✨Gwynriel week day 5: domestic day✨ Commissioned by me, drawn by Venusfolk! We hope you like this entry a lot 🥰

#SCREAMS #beloveds #thank u for this via i needed to see this #saved my whole day #gwyn berdara: aesthetic. #gwyn berdara: azriel.

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@honortodth : kissing your lover because you believe you're going to die. ➵ zhenya dy'shenko.

her breath rattled in her chest. her arms were cold, her palms somehow wet and warm and icy all at once, like her skin had decided, suddenly, to reject her. to become unrecognizable. the spill of blood from her side pooled beneath her side, vision blurring black as she felt feanor's arms around her, his palm to the gaping wound cleaving her torso open. she tried to smile, but the taste of copper in her mouth was especially poignant between her teeth; she had the sneaking suspicion blood spilled down her chin.

still. goodbyes were not promised, and revivals less so, and she didn't –– wouldn't leave without one. zhenya sucked in a shaky breath and steadied feanor's grave gaze on her own. her palm pressed to his cheek, she brought his mouth down on hers. ❝ I love you, ❞ she murmured with her dying, bloodied breath. more words, in her native tongue, rasping and rough and besotted with the man holding her together. ❝ I love you. I love–– ❞

#im a bit rusty forgive me RIP #death tw #honortodth #answered. #zhenya dy'shenko: threads.

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#scarlett dragna: mirror. #ate with this casting

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Isabelle Drummond in Novo Mundo

#scarlett dragna: mirror.

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pâmela tomé in  orgulho e paixão .

#bro come on im expected to not see tella??? #donatella dragna: mirror.

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elle perrucci

#IM COMING ALIVE AGAIN #maxine minx: aesthetic.