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I just received this bad boy in the mail today. (It smells wonderful. ❤️)
For those who didn't know, there are Baldurs Gate 3 themed candles done by the company Ashborne.
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Careful, darling. I bite…
#yall I am OBSESSED with this candle#astarion#bg3#baulders gate 3#baldur's gate iii#baulders gate astarion#astarion aesthetic#ashborne candle co#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#bgiii
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My main party has been assembled, and they smell GREAT! ❤️
Candles are from Ashborne, go check ‘em out!
Featuring also the absolutely perfect keychain my friend got me for my birthday heheh. (By @shattered-earth!)
#bg3#Baldur’s gate 3#not sponsored just happy!#candles#fragrance#Astarion#Shadowheart#Karlach#shattered-earth#ashborne
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kiiiinda wanna get a custom candle based on my boy from planeshift candles. im no good with scents and outside of like…. the likely scents that would likely cling to him based on his day to day (ex: his blood must essentially be coffee by now given how often he drinks it, so i imagine that’s something he’d smell like. he smokes cigarettes in modern ‘verses and likely the fantasy equivalents in bg3. that kinda thing) i don’t know what kind of scents i’d associate with him. i dont know how to connect scents with vibes, lol
idk. i think it’d be neat to see what they do with him. if i ever do decide to do it. and if i can figure out a lil bio for him that doesnt ramble on and on, rip, i dont know the meaning of the word brevity
#i also hope they restock soon#i wanna pick up the bg3 origin character pack. bit pricey but last week and this week are heavy on hours for me. yaaay#so i’ll have scratch to spare :)#i already have the bg3 candles from ashborne#so it’d be fun to compare#to the void with love
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Still rambling about my Astarion candle but wanted to say, as someone who really had no clue/frame of reference for what the combo of bergamot, rosemary, and brandy might smell like (besides a charming vampire), it's like, the crisp, spicy, best parts of autumn.
Astarion smells like autumn and I love that and the poetry of it very much.
Edit: this is the one I got (pic below), from ashborne candle co!
Edit again, with some additional thoughts: Smells more Christmasy/piney when lit (rosemary taking the lead), the other scents are more subtle/complex undertones, but they're there. Astarion smells warm and cozy. Makes me wanna write fic about snuggles with Tav/Durge and them just. Falling sleep all snug comforted by the smell of him.
#i am not a smells expert in any sense#this is just my random person off the street opinion#astarion#astarion ancunin#headcanons
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Candles I bought from Ashborne Candles!
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Consuming Shadow: "The Sinner"
Inspired by the events of Consuming Shadow by Yahtzee Croshaw
Written by Wizardnamedduh
15 Hours Left...
The invading god was getting closer.
I already felt its presence consume the air. It was unraveling this reality in order to shape its influence onto the world. I've been fighting this thing for more than two days, but all I've done is temporarily break the footholds that anchor its manifestation in our dimension.
There was a note on my car door after I cleared another office for clues. It was the same jumble of lore; some god banished the other. The gist of it was "the god of pain is not the invading god".
This isn't much to go on because I only know its rune, Shm. That's not helpful, but I know that the god of pain is an enemy to the god of disease; who is allied with the god of lust. Either one could be the invader.
Who's the invading god?
I find myself asking this question again and again. The clues haven't helped me at all.
My only hope to banish a god is to incite a banishment ritual. I should know; I've been told in the past that I helped summon this god. It was supposed to be a god of everlasting power. With its help, I would've erased the sins of this earth.
That was all in the past now. Before I learned that my knowledge of the occult was very limited; I couldn't control the god I helped summon. Instead, I sent a signal to all of the closest gods; one of them has taken the time out of its schedule to destroy this world.
It sent a fraction of its power towards us. I called it the Darkness in the past. Back when I thought it was the god in physical form. The truth was that the Darkness was only a fraction of the god's comprehensible body.
The clues left by other cultists were all I had to identify and hopefully banish the god.
Here's what I had:
The god of pain identifies with the color purple, Chzo is the god of lust, Shm is the symbol for the god of pain, and Chzo is allied with the god of disease.
After placing the notes in my journal, I looked at my inventory. There were three armor-piercing bullets in my pocket. I hesitated to equip them; they could be valuable later.
I kept a note in my pocket that said "don't look back". This was a reminder to never seek the same power I sought before. The god that I summoned wasn't something that could be negotiated with, it wasn't something that I could make lasting demands from, and it wasn't something that I could gain power from. It's just a creature that I needed to banish.
Someone named 'T' sent me another text. I was driving so I couldn't read it. Instead, I skimmed it to see the name "Ashborne". It was a town about ten hours from Stonehenge.
I had time.
Ashborne. I remember Ashborne. I went there on holiday once with my family. The sun soaked through my skin, we ate watermelon in the evenings, and my son wanted to buy a sunhat. We had a good time until I ran out of gas. Spent 100 dollars that day...
The memories clogged my train of thought. I froze when I felt a tear pour down my neck. The memories that followed clogged some thoughts; they were images of a life that led me to the occult. Some of them were blurred images, some were faint tastes, but I could still smell the blood. I made myself forget about the past, "don't look back".
There was a needle hidden behind my car mirror. It's "pain reliever", but I chose not to use it. When I was living the lowest point of my life, I was addicted to the calming drug. It reduced my stress. The crash always made me crazy and in want of more. I needed it for the fight with the god; my mind was too damaged to fight it without any help.
Ashborne is near the ocean. I almost fell asleep when I heard the waves rush onto the beaches in a rhythmic tide. I looked at the houses near the shore; it's an expensive place to live. All this money would go to waste.
The ocean was a thick ooze that bled onto the sand. If I shined a flashlight on it, then, under the large expanse of red, I would see the mangled creatures that hunt for prey on the shores. I could almost see the larger monsters splash the water in the starlight.
Above me was the Darkness. It's been that way for more than two days; I missed the sun. Anything that wasn't covered by black clouds was red. The faint glows of my stars faded in the distance of the ever expanding universe. These stars were important, but I had long forgotten why. They were shadows when I focused on them.
But I couldn't think about the universe. I had a mission to do.
I grabbed my gun, a set of lockpicks, and my rosary when I parked next to a shop. It wasn't a very smart move; I could've been killed if something jumped on me from the roof. I must have been really tired if I made that mistake. This town, no matter how friendly it appeared, was still infected.
I found a store with a strong glow. That was a good sign for the moment, but the Darkness would likely be attracted to this area.
This was a new store. It sold organic fruits, exotic spices, and scented candles. Each product had a small price-tag attached to them using a string. The prices were in cursive, and I nearly panicked when I saw similarities between ancient runes and the numbers.
I tried to think of something else. Eventually, I remembered that I used to go to stores like these back when I had a smoking habit.
The shelves were filled with supplies, almost all were useless for my mission, but there was an item that caught my eye. It was a four leaf clover encased in a thin layer of glass. Why? Why was it there, and why did I have a sudden urge to buy it?
"Excuse me," I said. My gun was in my coat pocket, but I had the safety on so I wouldn't misuse it.
I heard heavy footsteps. Sweat poured down my brow.
It occurred to me that, if this town was really under attack, then the clover would be useless. I was running with the assumption that the item wasn't already cursed, or that I didn't enter a trap.
A silhouette of an elderly man in a trench coat was stuck inside the shadows. I've been fooled by the Darkness before. Sometimes it made me see things so I would feel safe: lights, people, and even memories. They were only tools the Darkness reflected from my mind.
He was human at least. The Darkness would never reveal its minions in full light; it takes enjoyment out of seeing me desperately fight in the dark.
I could see every wrinkle on his face stretched when he smiled. I felt reassurance when I looked into his eyes, but I felt the cold hand of death when I looked at where his mouth was supposed to be.
He didn't have a mouth, but that didn't seem to bother him.
We were at a stand still. I looked at him, my right hand frozen on the gun in my pocket, and he looked at me with his hands on the cash register.
My first instinct was to run, but that never worked with the Darkness. I decided to point at the clover with my left hand; I kept my eyes on him so he wouldn't try anything. Slowly, I picked up the clover and walk towards the man.
Each step took all my strength. The sweat from my hands made it hard to keep a firm grasp on the trinket.
I nearly had a heart attack when he opened his hand. I was already accustomed to the Darkness ambushing me. Yet, he only wanted to hold the clover.
I dropped it into his hand. He nodded, wiped the sweat off the glass, and charged me four dollars. At the time, I didn't want to argue so I paid him.
The act of leaving the store took a lot of effort. I noticed at the door that I was holding my breath. The door opened with a bell ring, and I took a deep breath of air.
"Thank you," said the man.
I turned, but he still didn't have a mouth.
My eyes weren't used to the sight of people walking the streets. They looked like shadows underneath the street lamps. I heard laughter, but, when I turned, they came from people without mouths.
A police officer walked towards me after speaking to a parking attendant. He had a perplexed expression. I looked at where his mouth should be. He was trying to explain something, but I couldn't hear him.
I looked at my car. When I did, I heard the officer speak.
"Sir, can you speak English?" He asked. "Is that your car parked there? I'll let you off with a warning, but you can't park there at night. Are you listening to me?"
I looked at him. He was still speaking because he bobbed his head from time to time. I nodded. That was a good enough answer for him.
He hissed something vulgar when he walked away.
Before I entered my car, I had to check my pockets. I had my keys, my gun, my wallet, my rosary, and the clover. I needed to find the source of the problem. Maybe I could help them if I destroyed the source. I started to drive through the streets, and I turned towards the less populated areas.
The buildings were dark. They were mostly small businesses and houses that have fallen victim to the Darkness. I saw shadows through the windows; this town was under siege. The lack of mouths was a side effect from this infection, or perhaps the battle with the Darkness took a toll on my sanity.
Creatures festered around an office building. I knew from previous encounters that offices carry information prior to the Darkness; a majority may relate to the identity of the invading god.
At the same time, I worried about supplies. I only had one syringe of "pain reliever", three armor-piercing bullets, and my medical kit was half empty. Offices don't carry any of these things; I'd have to rely on the off chance that the monsters swallowed some usable ammo.
In my other hand, I had a black book next to my notes. I knew more spells a long time ago.
I had the complete god's banishment ritual. There was a spell I've dubbed "Clairvoyance". I remembered loathing this spell. It was supposed to reveal the path ahead of me. The sudden jolt of seeing an entire building took a toll on my sanity.
Finding the god in Stonehenge would be easier with Clairvoyance.
It's both the most useful and useless spell I've ever had.
Objective: Find and Destroy the Nest.
The entrance was quiet and lonely. Near the closed door, I heard an insidious buzz. Experience already told me that the Darkness wanted to trick me. It wanted me to think that the nest is extremely close
I cautiously opened the door.
The hallways were pitch black. There was a small flashlight in my pocket for such an occasion. I lifted my gun and carefully stepped towards the shadows. There was a door to my right, locked, but the one to the left was unlocked. The last door was at the end of the hallway.
I didn't want to look back.
Don't ever look back when fighting the Darkness. Besides, the Darkness doesn't attack me from behind. It wants me to waste energy thinking there's something behind me. If I leave the room, then I'll be tricked into thinking that the room is still safe. I know how it works.
Sometimes, I trick myself into thinking that the Darkness is an army, and every action it took could be predicted; I always forget that it's the manifestation of a god. This was just an infection that just so happens to hate humanity.
I opened the door at the end of the hallway.
Immediately, I saw a filing cabinet to my left. I smiled, but I had to check the entire room. Raising my gun, I sprinted towards the end. There was a door to my right, and one at the end of the hallway. The Darkness didn't send me monsters.
I ran back to the cabinet and searched for files. Beneath the reports and essays, I found an article clipping:
"In ancient times, it was believed that the god of pain, Gnix, would grant blessings to those who sacrifice to it. These beliefs continued in small, pocket cultures until the first Crusades."
I know three gods that all have a part in this invasion: pain, disease, and lust. One is the invader, one is the ally to the invader, and the other is the enemy of both. I already know the god of pain, which identifies with purple and the Shm rune. It was not the invader. This clue was useless.
I know two names now: Gnix and Chzo. Chzo might be the invader, or the ally. The ally, as I have been told, only fuels the other god and has no interest in invading. I needed more clues.
I walked towards the door on the other side of the hallway.
Something buzzed at the corner of the room. I only saw the shadow, but I hastily reacted with two bullets. When it was lowered to the ground, I began to slam on its thorax with my gun. I tried to wipe away the blood when it finally died.
I call this type of monster the Soldier Buzzers. They're stronger than the workers, more tenacious, but equally grotesque as any other servant of the Darkness. Their movement haunted me. They barely float in midair, they could only move with a series of spasms, and every action looked painful to them. I've been stung enough times to know that they're willing to share their pain.
I hated this part; I had to search the Buzzer for supplies.
There was a usable 9mm bullet so my other one wouldn't be lonely. This round wouldn't be useful alone; I needed to find something else.
This room didn't have a cabinet for me to search for clues.
The last door was locked.
I had three picks in my pocket. I wasn't the best at it, but I tried to jiggle them into the lock. Two snapped in half, but the last one unlocked the door with a satisfying click.
This room didn't have the nest, but I was happy to see a filing cabinet at the end of the hallway. It contained another article:
"Yellow is often associated with disease. Early civilizations believed that they would anger the god of disease if they did not pray in front of a yellow flower."
The god of disease associates itself with the color yellow.
I found a door on the right and opened it. There weren't creatures inside the room, but I found a set of keys.
The only way out was in so I walked back into the other room.
I heard coughing sounds when I entered.
The sound of chunks falling to the floor immediately followed. It was a Cougher, and I shot it with my last armor piercing round.
The monster, from what I could tell, was already injured. This was just something to test my reflexes. I noted the spots on the legs as they seeped into the abdomen. My stomach would only allow a two-second glance at the thing.
I heard a buzzing sound behind one of the doors. Funny, I can't seem to recall ever walking into this room; this must have been an effect caused by my deteriorated mind. I tried to step towards the door, but my feet didn't move.
I checked my inventory before I entered. I didn't know how to defeat the nest with limited equipment. The nest would be guarded too. The Darkness loves to put Buzzers in my way. They're hard to hit, and I can't focus with them around.
There was another option: I could run into the room and pistol whip them.
That would be a bad idea, but these offices never carry any ammo.
I decided to continue searching through rooms for clues. If I left the office early, then maybe the clues would make up for the guilt. I would be leaving the town, but the clues would hopefully put me inches away from banishing the god.
As I walked down the hallways, the walls felt like one big monster. It grew sockets for the god to see me, but the eyes never protruded. They'd bleed out the Darkness before eradicating it. Either I was going insane, or the Darkness had a firm grasp on this area.
There was another locked door. I used one of the keys. Inside was a Cougher, which I promptly eradicated, it didn't have loot, but I saw a cabinet with another note:
"Symbol found near an ancient tomb of Pharaoh's wife. Her tomb was covered in a yellow cloth."
They showed a picture of the Agn rune. I already knew that the god of disease identified with the color yellow. This was either the ally or the invader.
I had an option now: Go to Stonehenge with whatever I have for the god banishment ritual and pretend that Agn is the god's rune.
It would be suicide.
At least I know the god's banishment rune: Agn, Shm, Kz, and the god's rune.
Was Agn, Shm, Kz, and Agn the banishment ritual?
I didn't want to assume. The Darkness loves to see me scramble. It wants me to think there's hope, or that I solved the puzzle. Maybe it did give me the ritual, and continuing my adventure would send me on a wild goose chase to find the god of lust's rune.
Still, I'd rather be safe than sorry.
I walked towards the nest when I was sure there wouldn't be clues. The other rooms were empty; not even the monsters carried loot.
I could've left the building, but my mind told me it would be a bad idea. I already left home, abandoned hostages, and ignored invaded towns with the hope of making up for lost time. I didn't need another town weighing down my consciousness.
The nest wasn't the first thing I shot at when I entered the room. It was easy to notice the pile of what could be bodies attached to what could be eggs. The problem was the invisible Cougher.
I didn't notice it until my lungs were infected with spores. My nose burned itself from the inside like I was pouring burning metal into them.
I had a swift memory of a chemistry class in high school. Someone dared me to sniff a chemical straight from the flask. My nose bled for ten minutes, and I was suspended for breaking the lab equipment after throwing them at the students.
My first thought wasn't fear. I pushed the Cougher to the floor and started stomping on it. The squishing sound followed by a liquid that poured into my socks satisfied me.
I looked at the nest. It produced spider-like entities known as Scutters to defend itself. They were the size of my forearm, but extremely brittle.
One tried to jump at me, but I quickly hit it with my pistol. The nest was next.
I didn't want to touch the thing. I only needed to squish the eggs until the Darkness retracts the core. The best I could do was chip away until I hit the source.
When I did, my conscious continued to bother me. My mind betrayed me with false illusions and hideous shapes that protruded from the ground. Some formed into hostile bodies that the Darkness manifested into existence.
My next objective: RUN!
The Darkness sent me a monster while I was distracted with my own insanity. The wall opposite to the exit molded itself into a shapely nose. More of the disjointed monster began to stretch reality to push its way towards me. This horror, which wore the face of a human and dragged itself towards me with a sinister grin, was known as an Overseer.
I ran towards the door in a frenzy of fear and madness. The Overseer bent the space around the door so it could seep through to the other room. I desperately ran to the door on the left.
There was a Cougher in the room, but I didn't have enough time to fight it. The Overseer broke through the wall and absorbed the monster. I walked through the door with a hefty toll on my sanity; that creature is still alive, and it could make another nest.
I was safely back at my car. The Overseer, like many other monsters, chose to stay within the building to repair the damage.
There's nothing more I could do for this town. Destroying the nest halted the growth of monsters, but I knew that they would rebuild. On the bright side, maybe the defeat of the Darkness could reverse any future damage; anything and anyone killed would just go back to normal. That was a big hope, and I knew it.
I secretly wished this was permanent.
Wait, no I don't.
But I pressed on the gas pedal and drove towards Danport, a city between Ashborne and Stonehenge.
The Darkness followed me while I silently drove past images created by my imagination. I looked at the clock and almost cried.
14 Hours Left...
It would take me 10 hours to get to Stonehenge, and I felt frustrated because Danport wasn't invaded; no more clues, and I didn't know the invading god or its symbol.
I pulled over to sob.
My phone buzzed. I knew the risk in looking at the text; sometimes it's a message that breaks either my already fragile heart or my sanity. Other times, though rarely, it's something good. This one was a message from "T":
"I was just given valuable information; the god of disease is the invading god."
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She's here and she smells so light and lovely!! 🥰😍 Floral with just a touch of fruity, and a fresh finish. Purchased from Ashborne Candle Co (their Astarion one is amazing as well! I rambled all about it over here)
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6 and 8 for the fic ask game if you are doing it :) Hope you are having a wonderful day!
Hey friend! Thank you for the ask! I hope you are having a lovely day, also :D Sorry this took me so long!
[Behind-the-scenes Writer Asks]
6. What do you need to write? Is there anything special you need to do/have to help your creative flow?
(Mostly) Quiet and solitude. I have a nice office set up in my house (I work from home Mondays/Fridays) that I typically write in. It feels extra special because my house is very much a fixer-upper and I put a lot of effort into getting that room painted and pretty (its got a turquoise blue/gold/white aesthetic and gets lots of sunshine in the afternoons that my cat likes to bask in). I often light a candle (lately it's been The Pale Elf from Ashborne Candle Co) and play this "mellow writing playlist" I started ages ago, or something instrumental. I've been into listening to this ethereal instrumental of Once Upon a December when writing for BG3, since most of my fic has at least a little tilt towards that unearthly/spooky vibe. I don't do well with writing in public spaces or around other folks very much, I need to be pretty lost in my own head. Also not much of a pen-and-paper writer -- I work best with my laptop/google docs.
8. What inspired the title for this fic? Is that usually how you choose titles?
For Midnight Chimes, it was swimming in my head from this line you can get when breaking up with Astarion prior to dealing with Cazador:
"From the start, I was rather counting the hours until it was going to end. Midnight chimes, eh?"
It's less a direct reference to the line itself and more meant to evoke that sense of impending doom/inevitable end. The fic follows Astarion through his subplot and also my Tav through her own subplot (she's cursed!) and I liked the ominous feel of it. It felt applicable to both of their character stories.
For Blood in the Mortar, the idea popped into my head very early in the drafting process and shortly after, I knew I wanted to include it in a line within the fic itself. The whole fic is a musing about what an evil power couple dynamic might look like with Ascended Astarion and my Tav, Naomi, as vampire sire/vampire bride. Like A!A says in his ending, their future is a bloody one. They're the kind of unhinged that finds that sort of thing very fun. In thinking of this little snippet/picture of their life together, I feel like there's no scrubbing out the violence out of it, even from the shinier parts.
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(michael evans behling. he-him. cis man. ) the courts of veritas welcome CAMDEN ROSE! it’s been said that the 27 year old PHOENIX is known to be KIND and SPITEFUL. when CAM isn’t working as a ANIMAL CARETAKER, they can be found participating in KISSING HIS BOYFRIEND. if you visit their home in ASHBORNE CITY, it may remind you of tattered wings, broken promises, seared hearts. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy. (juicy. )
( evan mock. he-they demi man. ) the courts of veritas welcome JASPER GARCIA! it’s been said that the 28 year old BANSHEE is known to be EXCITABLE and OBNOXIOUS. when JAZ isn’t working as a RADIO HOST, they can be found participating in ANNOYING BIG FAMILY NAME NURSES. if you visit their home in STARDUST HOLLOW, it may remind you of inked skin, far off wails, ivory and ebony. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy. ( juicy )
( tommy martinez. he-they. demi man. ) the courts of veritas welcome JADE! it’s been said that the 29/420 year old PIXIE is known to be PLAYFUL and FINCIKY . when JADE isn’t working as a EXOTIC DANCER, they can be found participating in PAINTING. if you visit their home in STARDUST HOLLOW, it may remind you of moonflowers, wilted petals, and vanilla. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy. ( juicy)
( rahul kohli. he & they. demi man. ) the courts of veritas welcome DEENPAL BHATTI! it’s been said that the 37 year old HUMAN is known to be CURIOUS and DOUBTFUL. when DEEN isn’t working as a PROFESSOR, they can be found participating in RESEARCHING CRYPTIDS. if you visit their home in ASHBORNE CITY, it may remind you of aged books, glasses sliding down your nose, half-burnt candles, using too many highlighters, warm jumpers, and falling asleep in strange places. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy. ( rosalie. )
( madelyn cline. she & her. cis woman. ) the courts of veritas welcome MARILYN MALCOLM! it’s been said that the 25 year old HYBRID (HUMAN/MERFOLK) is known to be INCLUSIVE and SNIDE. when MARY isn’t working as a YOGA INSTRUCTOR AT THE TRANQUIL TREEHOUSE, they can be found participating in JEWELRY MAKING. if you visit their home in ASHBORNE CITY, it may remind you of windows wide open, twinkly lights, ethically sourced sage, incense, strawberries & cream, candy hearts, and a half-opened jewelry box. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy. ( rosalie. )
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Welcome to the Isle, Veritas Isle that is. Your journey has only just begun. We are delighted to announce that the following have been accepted! Please click anywhere on this sentence to be redirected to the checklist.
Please message the main if you have yet to receive a link to the discord server or if you have any additional questions. We're here to answer any and all concerns.
( keanu reeves. any. demi man. ) the courts of veritas welcome RYLAND SHAO! it’s been said that the 55 year old HUMAN is known to be CONSCIENTIOUS and NEGATIVE TRAIT. when RYE isn’t working as a FARM OWNER, they can be found participating in CANDLE MAKING & SAILING. if you visit their home in ASHBORNE CITY, it may remind you of debating philosophy with friends, reading shakespeare and jane austen, laying in a field of flowers on a warm day, leaving offerings for the fae & fresh picked lavender & mint. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy. ( kass. they/them. 30. gmt+1. )
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