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Desecrated Purity

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You seem nice. <3 You can be my favorite. <3

Ehhhh????? S-SENPAI ACKNOWLEDGED ME. On a serious note though thank you that is super sweet of you ; - ;

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Unnamed girl from Angel’s Egg (1985) animation: Yoshitaka Amano

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my rook "Mosquito"

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I want to be someone’s favourite PLEASE

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

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Chapter I - A Bitter Eve Indeed

On a bleak and frosted yuletide eve, Minthara cleared her throat and spat the phlegm with scornful glee, as she snarled, and I quote:

“This cursed season’s here again, I cannot seem to flee it. Nor you, with all your Yuletide cheer, who comes to me to plead at.”

The goblin blinked away the spit, as he stammered out in fear, “But Commander, please, the boys need rest, it’s just once every year.”

“Bah, brainslug!” Minthara did reply, her tone a deadly hiss, "You want a break? Then break yourself - you’ll get no more than this.

“One night off? For season’s cheer? I’ll make sure you regret daring to ask for anything - this is as good as you will get."

And with a loud and thunderous snap, his bones broke like a vow. No, no amount of Yuletide cheer would ever save him now.

Source: Larian's Advent Calendar - Day 2

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DND: Path of Graves - Calder Moore

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fear

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Who is this monkey heh?

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Source: Memories of Emanon / Omoide Emanon / おもいでエマノン 

by Tsuruta Kenji and Kajio Shinji 

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"𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 . 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌, 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 ."

➵ Felassan aesthetic set ➵

in collaboration with @rusya-pics; the story of a slow arrow that broke in a sad wolf's jaws.

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i figure every time someone dies and it’s not me, my chances of survival go up.

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