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bisexual-yuri · 20 days

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Para Pedrito Peluche

#me #photgraphy #annotations #política #polaroids #la miss #teacher #literature #writeblr

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artofalassa · 4 months

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I'm drifting off to nowhere The past, an echo on my mind Home, I'm almost home...

#zakkura #zack fair #cloud strife #final fantasy vii #ffvii #clack #las!art #i got to draw and finish one piece in one evening #and it felt great #and i didn't care what it would look like or when it was done #loved it #drawing for myself only from time to time feels good #miss my bois! SO. MUCH.

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b0tster · 3 months

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hey chat whadaya think should i get this top

#goth #trans #transgender #lgbt #i miss LA thrifting aaaaaaa

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curioscurio · 1 year

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Miss Piggy and Kermit warm up

#artofcassafrass #the muppets #muppets #miss piggy #kermit the frog #and yes theyre a butch femme couple #in my heart kermit is a he him lesbian but when hes not then hes a cis malewife a la Connecticut Clark and Malfina

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swagveryswagamazinf · 9 months

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memories w the family:]]

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #my art #elmariana #slimecicle #qsmp el mariana #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #juanaflippa #el mariana #I MISS RJEM. SO MUCH I BET THEY WOULD ENJOY TO MAKE THESE BRACELETS #they spent a lot of time trying to make the right knot and in the process the bracelet broke #la familia como dios la creo #the quality looks v bad in the preview I hope it's actually good or I'm going to eat a door

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rkiveinmarvel · 4 months

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ye; them.

#incorrect one piece #zosan #frobin #Zoro Roronoa #sanji vinsmoke #robin one piece #miss all sunday #franky #franky one piece #anime #incorrect quotes #opla #one piece la

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ladyddanger · 7 months

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thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.

In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.

When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.

If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.

There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.

On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.

On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.

If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.

An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.