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[cymorilcinnamonroll]

Lucifer Diary, or "Fucking My Motherland"

incineration. it etched on my bones like a paen, proud lucifer, cast adrift like  dust. 

mangled, mutilated, me. when the beauty is cast aside, what is left but blood? scar tissue grows stiff, the finger nubs bleed, tendon exposed to the harsh  breath 

of winter in hell. in the lowest circle, louses bleed ice, and the great phlegethon  aches 

on my breast like lilith’s nails etching cursed script in seraphic tongues. to be  damned, 

to be profane – to build my castle here, on this gritty, barren rock – a place the  shamir 

could not burrow, where rahab would not dare cast his abyssal net, for fear of what  yields 

my tears bring forth – tis pandemonium, place of many demons. so mammon, take  your belly 

and sate yourself on the blood and sweat of my back. i will build an empire (i will  build, build. Build.) 

from this ice, i carve a chapel of sorrow. from the bones of leviathan, i make  my crown.

out of the ash of a thousand songbirds, soldered with the heart of a freezing star, a  new engine 

to bring warmth to cambion’s houses. for the damned are born here, feasting on  marrow milk. 

it is a carnival of shadows, this unholy unbeauty, this war I wage on myself.  skyscrapers of flesh. 

torn remnants of maiden’s ankles – like her ankle I bit – like the foot of Mary that  tramples me. 

a curse, the Son. I have no Sun here. He does not deign to spill his light. instead, a  cold oblivion. 

true darklight. shadow nefarious. falling is easy. falling takes a breath, a niggle  doubt. i pick my skin 

of yesterday’s lashings – I am always cat-o-nine-tailing the last bit of holy  out of me – i prostrate, I worship her, i suck off Him. I raise a single palm up,  asking for manna – but molding bread. 

there is something beautiful about the darkness, that is what homer knew. Tiresias,  blind, saw all. 

so pluck my eyes, Father. take my heart while you are at it, from the Lapis of  Exile, forge the 

Sang Real in Migdal Eder’s womb. there is no sting of death. for knowledge – for 

freedom, i rise 

with the dawn and gloaming (long ago, i was eos’ son) and i claim the throne of El. for that is what it is 

to fuck 

my mother 

tongue.

[magolandandfriends]

Hey! Gooey?

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Gooey: :P

(Ty for the ask!!!!! I don’t have much to say but the two of them are indeed best friends :D)

[severalratstiedtogether]

its been hours and that one stomach book shelly post you made is still in my head andput up in a gold plated frame.Rat u put a fuckig curse on me What the hell!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SMILES SO WIDE. if theres anything you can count on me for. its to assign Songs to Characters

[ozymoron]

drew his moob and now im stuck in a giggling fit

[hooked-on-hightide]

wip of you guessed it

[heuffopla]

I GOT IT BTW!!! (ON SALE!!!)

SKYRIM ON THE SWITCH 60€??????????????????? Guess I'll go fuck myself then

[ams-puppy]

I couldn't help it ... I saw this kinito post... and i was like ... my husband could do that.... ehehhehehhehe♡♡♡♡

[the-queer-cowboy]

AKI THE WARRIOR! Minicomic about her bellow the cut

I've been making these comics about my Dunmeshi OCs and I think the one with more content is Aki hehe, she is very fun to draw!

I wanna keep posting my OCs to this format, so I'm sorry if I don't post all 8 of them right away!

Here's some extra art of her:

(not posting all of them cuz I wanna leave some for the other OCs ehehhehehhehe)

[angryducktimemachine]

ehehhehehhehe,,,, a classic colour scheme with this one. red-orange tones with strong blue light my absolutely BELOVED. this is such a self-indulgent colour palette... good for the soul.

 [ID: a digital, fully coloured drawing of Hamid from Rusty Quill Gaming.

Hamid is a brown-skinned Halfling with dark, curly hair. He has dragon wings and a dragon tail. He is wearing a purple, three piece suit.

He is currently flying and reaching out with both hands to either side to cast Lightning Arc. Blue lightning is arching down from the upper left corner to his right hand and from his left hand towards the lower right corner.

The Background is a dusty red with very vaguely shaped buildings in the lower half. /End ID]

[mads-does-stuff]

A fair trade

I'm so addicted to Pokémon Violet rn because I finally got the chance to play the DLC and now I'm obsessed with Kieran. My little Kiki poo... The littlest guy ever just a Lil scrunkly blorbo goofy goober silly billy. He's my favorite Pokémon character now.

[justablah56]

I am being so so normal about the new songs on the terrick playlist (<- lying) (<- has played Feel Better in repeat while thinking about Terry's guilt complex and how he can't allow himself to feel better because that means forgiving himself and how can he forgive himself after what he's done)

(Your self-portrait looks amazing btw!!! I would reblog it but I've hit my post limit so I scheduled it for tomorrow morning instead)

ehehhehehhehe glad feel better is resounding with you , bcs oauugjfjsjocjejckwmmfnsf yeah .

also tyyyy :]

[cryptidm0ths]

IYGHFHD. MOTH BACK ON BRAND YIPPEE

ehehhehehhehe indeed we had to think for a very long time about what our new icon should be ;]

[machinasphere]

“Where did you get that bruise?”  Alun and Jeva ehehhehehhehe

It was late, and it was fucking cold. Jeva sat crooked in the chipped crevice of a window, her breath caressing the old warped pane of glass only to freeze moments later and leave tiny veins of ice across the surface, watching terrible, persistent snow blanket the twisted and worn paths of Ishgard beyond to leave everything grey and white and miserable. It was too late for visitors or patients, but Jeva left her doors unlocked; people in need tended not to bother with time or punctuality or even decency, and Jeva found she didn't really mind all that much when she had little to do in the small hours anyway, reading the same books over and again or painting some new, incredibly boring landscape piece, or smoking and drinking herself out of boredom. A door slammed, bringing a cloud of snowy blowing wind with it, and Jeva twisted from her perch to look over to the entry with the energy of a person who could not be paid to hurry, her eyes narrowing with a familiar tired patience as she beheld the woman in the entryway. "Alun." It was admonishing, one-worded though it was, and as Jeva slipped from the sill to greet the Xaelan properly, ushering her out of the storm by way of pressing the door shut behind her and locking it, she sighed, folding her arms and watching the woman. "It is two and thirty, the middle of an unpleasant bout of weather, and you generally make a habit of informing me ahead of your visits. So." She walked around Alun, reaching into the drawers of a nearby desk to fish out an old beaten carton of cigarettes, and wordlessly handed one over, knowing well enough that the woman would have a lighter of her own, then leaned against her desk. "Jus' needed a place t'sleep." Alun huffed, dragging herself across the room to sit next to the one lit candle. She stuck the smoke into it, avoiding Jeva's gaze, relishing an excessive drag of the cigarette with a slow exhale. "Just needed a place to sleep." Jeva repeated, pushing away from the desk to join the Xaela. She sat opposite her, leaning her elbows against the table, and wrapped her gloved hands around her features. "Did the fresh bruises need a place to sleep too?" Alun knew Jeva. She knew her well enough to know that Jeva was a calm woman, hers an impregnable façade of well-practised disposition. Alun knew Jeva enough to know that calm did not mean emotionless. The question hung in the air between them, leaving the air pregnant with tension. A gloved hand wrapped around the Xaela's jaw, twisting her head around. "I believe I asked a question."

[[Sparring/Training Starters]]

[tldrgender]

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[chaoticstateofaffairs]

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[anothersebastianblog]

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