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[roachallurgy]

[impishcyber]

An inconsistent blog. Seriously, its chaos.

All my writings are under #mali's creative nonsense

And the other stuff ive made are under #impishcyber art, #wafflenpie art or #wafflenpie (old username)

[deathgripsthemedblowjob]

opening up my nsfw twt like yea thats a full rendered piece of a mario character with his asshole out. ok.

[botinha-quotebot]

"shoutout to bakugan beetles, gotta be one of my favorite genders"

[lil-liaa]

ཾֵ𐇵𓈒ֵ۫ ꒰͡ ི ༏  ྀ͡꒱   𝓢 he's my baby ཾֵ𐇵𓈒ֵ۫

ㅤ𖠁𐇽⁺ᰰ ꫂ̱ 𝐄 verybody else 𝓛ooks at my 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 Then they 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 over 𝐦𝐞ㅤ｡　ㅤ۫ㅤㅤ ̣̣̥ㅤㅤ﹐

© 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞//𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍♡𝐓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞!

[000vlogs]

͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ㅤㅤ𓋼𖤣.˳˳. ♫ ⭐️ 🛋️ 🧼 ✩ 𓏸 𓂂𓈒

͏ ⟡ㅤ.  ﾟ* #⃝ instagram ─── #⃝ pinterest ﾟ* ⟡ㅤ.

[sientemefragil]

꒰͡ ͜ Ï ͜ ͡꒱ ⸻ ⠀ ☽ °̩̥°̩̥ ☽ ~~ 0705

[giraisol]

✩ ྲྀ 　 　 ♡̩͙　　　⠀ ⠀ *　　 　✦⠀ ⠀  🈁⠀ ⠀  ⊹

[miffylogs]

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[romance-cemetery]

[roachallurgy]

theres a difference between a hivemind, a hive-mind, and a hive mind.

a hivemind is the connection of an entire hive's desire into one neural actor, which feeds itself into the whole like a heart to a body via veins.

a hive-mind is a mind that is groomed or actuated to care for the hive. be it one who has left or fallen astray from the rest of the hive, but can never stop clinging to the idea of the hive, or a proud worker, working mindedly for the hive.

a hive mind is a mind that spreads. a hive mind is a mind that can feel everything not its own. a hive mind is a mind that fires off neuralgic spores with every single thought. a hive mind is the mind that supplants your own. you know what a hive mind is.

[rotwhispers]

╰   𓆣 ‘ 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹.

When the chaos and noise of BALDUR'S GATE became too much for him to bear, Velyrian sought solace in the graveyard — — such as today.

The 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 tended to be more accepting of the hexblood than the living...

Kneeling beside a weathered grave marker, he gently brushed his fingers over the delicate petals of the withered flowers, coaxing the blossoms to bloom anew.

A soft smile graced his lips ( strangely greenish ) ; he was lost in thought, lost in the beauty of life sprouting atop of rotting corpses.

He didn't even notice someone was approaching.

[amidnightmission]

Travel was in her blood. Always had been, she supposed. Her father had taken her around to every dig site he'd worked on. Sure, mostly in Egypt - but there had been some good trips around Asia and into Europe, too. Sitting still had never really been option. If she'd fought her father probably would have sent her to a boarding school permanently instead of for a few terms here and there, to make sure her education was up to date. But Layla didn't like sitting still.

After everything with Harrow had gone down, Layla hadn't been sure what to expect. But the thing was, they both had their lives to live. A few days together didn't change everything, did it? Maybe put some things into perspective and filled in a few blanks but it didn't change that Marc had up and left on her, and now Steven was off doing-- well, his own thing. A very Steven thing. She'd been content to let them all have a cooling off period. Not forever, mind, and she wanted contact with them - an actual number that worked.

And for a while, she'd worked with Marc when she could - hunting down some last members of the cult. Harrow might be gone, but he had some TRUE BELIEVERS. Unfortunately. The craziest people had the most loyal devotees. That was what she was doing done. Tracking down a couple of rogue members (as herself, and occasionally as the Scarlet Scarab). She wasn't certain, but she also believed they might be in possession of some artefacts stolen from the sacred grounds and pyramids before they'd fled. Her work had led her to London. She'd not seen Marc for a while, had had a message from Steven. Figured they'd meet up. But--

"You have to got to be kidding me."

She'd thought she'd been followed. Was certain of it. Had gone down an alley, pulled out a little knife (laugh all you want she was proficient with it), and had turned around to fight. Only to turn and see... THEM.

starter call ☾ @normaltothemax

[deathgripsthemedblowjob]

honestly might also post my nsfw art here as well who knows

[motherloved]

tag dump

[big-freaky]

Call me Calas/Typhus or, alternatively, Captain. I use it/they/rot pronouns but I don't mind any. I am part of a DID system. I am not human but I do have a connection to humanity. Sort of.

I have multiple 40k kintypes but my main are Typhus and Captain-General Kitten from TTS! You're more than welcome to ask about my 'types if you're curious about them :3 I am also a coyote therian.

Discord: Ask!