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[xnxthinglastsfxrever]

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[sparrowlucero]

this is the iconic dinosaur horror jurassic park wishes it was

[fisheito]

everyone gets a turn in the ridiculous skintight edmondsuit. or at least, .everyone SHOULD

[elizabethrobertajones]

Oh! The headaches. Definitely the headaches :)

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And I can teach him so much more.

[hellizens]

Something bright is falling from the skies above Pride tonight. From how far away it is, one could easily mistake it for some kind of shooting star, if not for its downward trajectory.

In truth, what hellizens are seeing is another angel's fall from Heaven.

The 'star' lands hard somewhere just outside of Pentagram City, forming a crater in the mixture of dirt and brimstone making up the topmost ring. In its center lies what appears to be a young woman with gray skin, long periwinkle hair with white tips, a mostly white dress with short, puffy blue sleeves with darker cuffs, a blue sash around her waist, a blue star pattern on her chest, and a blue triangular pattern on the hem with smaller diamond shapes between the mounds. She also wears blue ballerina shoes on her feet. On her back are six white feathered wings, partially singed from her fall. Her halo is nowhere to be found.

For the time being, she's motionless — not dead, but unconscious.

Who might find her first...?

[codgod]

freecam being a thing on hermitcraft now is crazy to me because i still remember way back in s6 when grian was first learning to use an elytra and someone gave him the advice to use that + a slow fall potion to get a good view of his base. and now he can just detach his camera and look at it from afar with no problem

[wovetalesarc]

dear reader ,    you    know    the    drill    !    like    this    post    if    you'd    be    alright    with    plotting    ,    yelling    about    our    muses   together    ,    creating    cool    dynamics    ,    sending    each    other    sweet    memes    &    maybe    the    occasional    surprise    starter    or    two    !    let    me    know    which    characters    you    want   to    interact    with    in    a    comment    below if you have specific ones you'd like. if you are a multi as well , you can comment which muses of yours you think would vibe best with my muses if you'd like !    looking   forward   to   all   the   cool   interactions   ,   both   old   &   new   ! with all due respect . . . 💜

[luminescenc1e]

STARTER CALL feel free to press the tiny ♡ & will write a starter for us, lengths may vary, and it does not matter if we already have a thread or not. please pick a character of mine that you can find here. & if you are a multi maybe pick who you would want me to write the starter for.

[beforecreation]

Beerus is just Toriyama's mary sue oc send tweet.

[iedolon]

[earnednight]

yippie, i'm home - who wants a small thing?

[untilthcyrot]

A trail of clothes was left behind on the shoreline, the vampire's ivory skin appearing silver in the moonlight before submerging herself in the water. There were no sunny beach days for her, just midnight swims. ❝ Are you going to come in with me? ❞ She called back to the other standing where she left her clothes.

♡ ───── @cannib4l liked for a starter from nadja !

[smilingmxsk]

((GOOD MORNING I'M FINALLY OFF FOR TWO DAYS!!))

[starsmuserainbow]

There is a doll lying on the floor. Had she been forgotten by some child?

It did not seem like anyone was coming back to look for her, though.

[rhyves]

' te quedaste pegade en esa obra, eh ' canturrea mientras se aparece al costado de tercere, con las manos tras su espalda. ' ¿es amor a primera vista lo que veo o es que no tienes idea de qué estás mirando? que no te culparía si es el último caso~ ' replica con algo de gracia, tranquilamente.

[viitlumi]

Starter for @mindsafe ♥ The streets of Wall Rose had settled into a quiet calm as the last of the evening light bled away. Lanterns flickered at intervals along the cobblestone paths, casting soft, wavering light that danced on the uneven stones. The bustle of the day had faded, replaced by the gentle murmur of distant voices seeping out from behind half-open tavern doors. There was a coolness to the air now, a sharpness that carried the scent of burning wood and something savory cooking far off in the distance.

Vito was strolling at a relaxed pace, his braid swaying lightly with each step. His sharp amber eyes flicked casually over the quiet streets, soaking in the details of the night. Two months on Paradis, and the place still felt like a blank page, fresh and waiting for something interesting to happen. After hours spent huddled in meetings—debating ideas, negotiating proposals —he was desiring something a bit easier. Something more profound and fun.

His feet carried him toward a tucked-away corner where a small, unassuming bar sat wedged between two larger buildings. The bright glow spilling from its windows caught his eye first, followed by the soft hum of laughter and clinking glasses that drifted into the night. The door was slightly crooked on its hinges, the sign above the entrance faded with age. Perfect.

Pushing open the door, the Northerner stepped inside, immediately greeted by the warmth that enveloped the entire room. The bar was cozy, its low ceilings and worn wooden flooring giving it a lived-in aesthetic. Candles flickered on cluttered tables, casting long shadows across the gnarled walls. It smelled of wood, liquor, and the faint sweetness of pipe smoke—a comforting blend that made it easy to forget the world outside.

A few heads turned briefly as he entered, curiosity lingering for just a moment before the patrons returned to their quiet conversations, some gazes lingered though, at first not cognizant of Vito as a Paradis confidant. The place was filled with locals, each absorbed in their own worlds—a group laughing loudly in the back, a few lone figures sipping brews at the counter, and the rest exchanging murmured conversations over half-empty glasses. No one stared for too long, though he could feel the glances—the usual quick assessment of someone who clearly wasn’t from here. He let them examine him. It didn’t bother him.

The Northerner made his way to the reception area, settling easily against the worn wood of the counter. The bartender, a grizzled man with a face like old leather, glanced at him, wiping down a glass without saying a word. Vito caught his eye and offered a slight smile—friendly, but with a hint of merriment behind it.

"Something strong," he announced, his voice dulcet, the words falling naturally as if he’d been a regular here for years. The brunette studied the language to nigh flawless detail, and there was virtually no perceptible hint of an accent resting on his tongue.

The bartender raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask any questions. He reached for a bottle on the higher shelf, its label faded and worn. He poured a generous quantity of dark liquor into a tumbler and slid it across the counter.

"You're not from around here, are you, boy?" the old man inquired with a wry smile, wiping down the faucet with a rag as he eyed the stranger. He took in the man's sharp features and the odd getup—a long, dark coat and a hood lined with white fur, probably rabbit.

"Boy … huh?" Vito chuckled, the sound light and easy, setting his hand against his cheek, warm honey hues staring towards the other man in front of him. "You’re too kind, old man." The bartender burst into a hearty laugh at the brunette’s audacious quip, the sound echoing through the room with genuine amusement.

Vito picked up the glass, turning it slowly in his hand before taking a sip. The burn hit him first, followed by a rich, smoky warmth that spread down his throat and settled in his chest. He nodded to himself, satisfied. It had been precisely what he needed.

The bar, with its dim light and low hum of conversation, was just right. No fuss, no grand display—just good drink and the quiet company of people living their lives. Vito leaned back against the counter, letting his gaze drift over the room, examining, curious, as he took another slow sip.