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I'm super late posting this. Pumpkin carving is a healing process for me. So I invest a bunch of time in. These turned out better thank I had anticipated this year.
Feels good to have had another year of freedom to embrace some little creative projects. I hope you all had a good Hallowe'en.
Hello guys!
Here’s my contribution to the DarkCreamWeek
I don't know what day it fits... but here is a little comic
I hope you like it
DarkCreamWeek by @zu-is-here
the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
moods over christmas:
and it repeats..
It's Johnny Depp's month
hello everyone, today should be a national holiday
╰ *．CASTIEL.
CONTEMPLATIVENESS SINGS THROUGH : and reveals itself around the roots ; the crisp young leaf, bronze-orange ; the grass-blades tripping in lines, a resistant emerald unilluminated by light throwing shallow shade, but instead by streaks of sun flooding foliage as from founts. Between beam and gloom, they become updrawn : tan is heavyweight upon their shoulders, but they carry it well. Saffron and emerald and cinnabar ( they have observed the awakening buds before them, obstinate even prior to facing wintertide ) do not compare to grace-fueled sapphire.
Eyes that peer at the expanse before them, life waving aloft to its grain ; reverberant over the plain ; then settle on a voice that is seemingly uplifted by the breeze—and far from hideousness of hoof and horn. Far from wallowing deviltry and what may reek from a lair given to bones. Their brow is bent on them, and they admit :
❛ I intended to conceal it more, given the opportunity. ❜
They retell it inwardly : turning again to the ancient difficult steeps of Heaven, and there alone they pine ; the peculiar passions of their vessel-given heart tearing them and rending their being. And here they dwell, missing the heavens, and the white peaks ; that garden where smiles are afoot, and the light air of old. There, in their stead, finding the soft sweet sun of the vale ; the clouds which veil the skies when necessary, only when the rains must feed the streams of replicated life. Gates like a pure draught of wine.
( and so went the long road of good intentions. )
Still, Castiel is buoyed by curiosity, for they are like a white sunbeam from the dear bright earth. ❛ You are also transcendental. I am reminded of rained-upon soil, of early-morning dewdrops ; of breathing life into man until rose erases their pallor, yet that is not accurate enough. ❜
Perilous even here : daring to touch the nerve of CHANGE. Wisdom rising central in complexity despite change being on their wings to bud.
❛ Enlighten me. ❜
❝ conceal it more ? why should you hide what you are. humanity will always, eventually, wilt before you no matter your shape ( infinitesimal as you are ) — concealing yourself for their sake ? to walk among them, to learn of them & see their world is a blessing that will only last you so long. you do not seem to be one who has not already seen their worst & their best. it would do you well, I think, to respect your own creation in their wake. for whomever shaped you surely saw purpose in your form, no ? ❞ straightening up with a partial smile on their lips, kaleidoscopes gaze as ancient as the one before them. ❝ I do not think this is a place where you would benefit from concealment. it is taxing. but that is not the conversation you seek. ❞ ( they did not need eyes to witness this creatures light, the bright magnificence of divinity crafted immortality curling before them ); rocking back on their heels with a hum of consideration.
a song in a language oh so unfamiliar. the soft cadence of ancient thought ( tremor of the cosmos ) — a tune oh so much like their own sordid history. ishtar’s wrath upon the high heavens.
careful though, a curiosity innate to their crafted form. enkidu had never possessed mans distrust of knowledge ( their fear in shared wealth ). moving to sit next to the other; the sweep of natures promise, the breath of the planet in all things. ❝ ah, I believe this is not a question as interesting as you would imply. I am not of anything, truly, for my purpose has long since been fulfilled. I believe most would refer to a thing such as myself the same way one would look upon a vessel with to much magic left behind — godly residue, yes ? the leftover mark of something much more necessary to the careful balance. it is surely a sordid, unwieldy thing. but what of yourself ? I know my own form is crafted by the same soil I was grown from, but you do not seem born into the shape you inhabit. ❞
Nobody:
Not even me:
Snail: Allow me to introduce myself......
I’ve come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehog’s a bitch-ass motherfucker, he pissed on my fucking wife! That’s right, he took his hedgehog-fuckin’ quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was “this big,” and I said “that’s disgusting,” so I’m making a callout post on my Twitter.com: Shadow the Hedgehog, you’ve got a small dick, It’s the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here’s what my dong looks like! That’s right, baby, tall points, no quills, no pillows — look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong! He fucked my wife, so guess what, I’m gonna fuck the Earth! That’s right, this is what you get: my SUPER LASER PISS!! Except I’m not gonna piss on the Earth, I’m gonna go higher!! I’m pissing ON THE MOON! How do you like that, Obama?! I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT!! You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrrroplllllllets hit the fucking Earth! Now get outta my fucking sight, before I piss on you too!
Bakugou has been dead for 365 days and counting since August 2nd 2022
„After all these years”
During their story, which I wrote as my own fic (and ended long time ago), I imagined this song when I wrote the ending: The Ballroom Waltz - Cliff Eidelman
Just until the moment of the proposal and briefly describing their reunion earlier after years from meeting in Rapture and subsequent years of life until death.
I think liverpool just won city vs arsenal
5. Guitar solo
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom Blown on the steel breeze Come on, you target for faraway laughter Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine
***ATTENTION CREW, THIS IS YOUR CO-CAPTAIN SPEAKING!!***
I'm thrilled to announce that it is finally time to share the 70 AMAZING artists on our team, as well as the incredible people that are going to help in the production of a physical deck!
day 1
elemental inheritance
@morrotober
"I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!"
Alice in Wonderland is one of my favorite Disney movies. The rabbit was my favorite character!