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Raine
Just a simple internet person. Any pronouns. Asks welcome and appreciated. Now kinda a second art account for slime
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Sometimes you gotta run your D&D game like it’s Stardew Valley where every new NPC is a possible bachelor and everyone in the party is fighting for those hearts-
The fact that it’s a horror game is unrelated, the important thing is how many people are kissable /j
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is Icarus aware of the book? (two shall end, two shall mend)
if they were given the choice who do you think they'd end? fable or Rae?
i ask you, oh local Icarus poster
uh, Icarus, to my knowledge, is not aware that that prophecy book exists. which is. mmmm.
you know, right now, I don't Icarus would pick *anyone* - I think the concept of someone dying right now, is. not good.
(Personally? I think if they *had* to pick someone - absolutely had had too, they'd pick themself. which might be a little dark, but.)
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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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the 24/7 urge to do commissions but the 24/7 fear of commissions
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it is my personal headcanon that bluey has adhd... i see so much of myself in her i swear... like i know people will argue that she's just a kid being a kid and she's just doing normal kid things and that this is normal child development and fair enough like thats a valid interpretation too but also HUSHHHHH SHHHHHH shhhhhhhhhh let me have my silly little projection-based headcanons SHHHHHhhhhh.....
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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
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reblog to give the person you reblogged from the strength to complete The Task™
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Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made
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fable blogger whos very behind: hey guys.hows uhhhhhh.pain
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honestly fair, raven though.
maddi was always my fav.
were/are you an ever after high girlie?
yes i WAS me and my friends would roleplay being the characters during recess and i was ALWAYS apple white. looking back i think i was gay for her..... as well as most main characters of the shows i watched
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imagining M making Q jewelry, intricate necklaces and rings and anything to make Q hate the way the decay has taken over their skin a little less, or note it a little less, imagining M making little trinkets with braided metal wire and jewels of the end so that if nothing else, when Q looks at their hands as they shake and tremble from the decay that aches them, they have little trinkets wrapped around it, fingers fit with rings to say they werent alone, and if it hurt more then usual, a reminder they had someone to go to, to sit with
(and if they allowed themself, in a desperate pained act of just wanting comfort they havent had in so long, before the world they knew as their own fell and everyone they cared for along with it, maybe someone to curl into, arms pressed up to their chest, refusing to let Malitae touch them- afraid the slightest contact would be the straw that broke the camels back, and xe would get hurt. but able to fidget with the rings, in his hold the two quiet in a way so much more comforting than Quixis had thought quite could be)
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imagining M making Q jewelry, intricate necklaces and rings and anything to make Q hate the way the decay has taken over their skin a little less, or note it a little less, imagining M making little trinkets with braided metal wire and jewels of the end so that if nothing else, when Q looks at their hands as they shake and tremble from the decay that aches them, they have little trinkets wrapped around it, fingers fit with rings to say they werent alone, and if it hurt more then usual, a reminder they had someone to go to, to sit with
(and if they allowed themself, in a desperate pained act of just wanting comfort they havent had in so long, before the world they knew as their own fell and everyone they cared for along with it, maybe someone to curl into, arms pressed up to their chest, refusing to let Malitae touch them- afraid the slightest contact would be the straw that broke the camels back, and xe would get hurt. but able to fidget with the rings, in his hold the two quiet in a way so much more comforting than Quixis had thought quite could be)
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imagining M making Q jewelry, intricate necklaces and rings and anything to make Q hate the way the decay has taken over their skin a little less, or note it a little less, imagining M making little trinkets with braided metal wire and jewels of the end so that if nothing else, when Q looks at their hands as they shake and tremble from the decay that aches them, they have little trinkets wrapped around it, fingers fit with rings to say they werent alone, and if it hurt more then usual, a reminder they had someone to go to, to sit with
(and if they allowed themself, in a desperate pained act of just wanting comfort they havent had in so long, before the world they knew as their own fell and everyone they cared for along with it, maybe someone to curl into, arms pressed up to their chest, refusing to let Malitae touch them- afraid the slightest contact would be the straw that broke the camels back, and xe would get hurt. but able to fidget with the rings, in his hold the two quiet in a way so much more comforting than Quixis had thought quite could be)
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imagining M making Q jewelry, intricate necklaces and rings and anything to make Q hate the way the decay has taken over their skin a little less, or note it a little less, imagining M making little trinkets with braided metal wire and jewels of the end so that if nothing else, when Q looks at their hands as they shake and tremble from the decay that aches them, they have little trinkets wrapped around it, fingers fit with rings to say they werent alone, and if it hurt more then usual, a reminder they had someone to go to, to sit with
(and if they allowed themself, in a desperate pained act of just wanting comfort they havent had in so long, before the world they knew as their own fell and everyone they cared for along with it, maybe someone to curl into, arms pressed up to their chest, refusing to let Malitae touch them- afraid the slightest contact would be the straw that broke the camels back, and xe would get hurt. but able to fidget with the rings, in his hold the two quiet in a way so much more comforting than Quixis had thought quite could be)
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