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Post this Monch

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happy friday :3

FOXGIRL BLAST!!!!!!!

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Post this Monch

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this is all i want for just 5 minutes please

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Kazdel is a place of myths and legends, from the tales of its many destructions and final, lasting restoration in the wake of the War of the Shard, to the countless superstitions and urban legends that had developed over the centuries since its rebuilding.

The story of the “Blacksmith of Souls” is one such urban legend.

Sightings of a woman with hair like ash and horns like bright embers may turn up annually for a time, only for a decade or two to go by before she’s seen again. But always in the first days of a new summer, always right after the solstice.

Over the years there have been many tellings and retellings of what she does when she arrives, but the central idea is always the same.

She’s looking for something.

She makes her way through the city, tracing a path that leads from one of the ever burning soul furnaces to another until she finds what she’s searching for, signaled by lingering touch of the ring of silver adorning her neck.

Her quarry found, the Smith draws a knife and approaches the furnace. Heedless of the heat and onlookers alike she plunges the dagger along with her hand into the roaring fire of the myriad souls.

She doesn’t flinch, stranger still she smiles after a time and draws the knife out, it’s blade now wreathed in a single flame plucked from the raging inferno.

The Smith wastes no time, a forge and tools answer her call and appear wherever she stands, the fire on the blade jumping to light the forge into white hot blaze in seconds. As if the fire itself is impatient to begin.

The Smith works in tandem with her tools and the flame, melting down the blade to forge it anew. Everything that knife had done, everywhere it had traveled, every memory it carried, the Smith offered to the Flame.

She works tirelessly, fire dancing over clawed hands, guiding them like a second pair of hands placed over her own working together to draw out a new blade from molten steel.

Soon, too soon, her work is done and the flame begins to burn low. The Smith cups it in her hand and speaks softly before returning the fire to the myriad souls within the furnace

Carefully the new knife slides home in its sheathe, close to the Smiths heart, as she turns to walk the world once more. Until the day comes again, some summer in the future, that the Smith returns to find her Flame once more.

#arknights #nian #HEY

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*foxes fluffily*

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post this fox on the friday they least expect it

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#arknights #fartooth #flametail #hold squirrelfriend gentle like hamburger

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#I work customer service yes

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sound off everyone what’s the worst texture. just in anything. for me it’s ground beef not even a question

#carbonation/fizz is one of the worst non-pain sensations I have ever experienced

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i miss when someone would post an image and then another person would reblog from them with seemingly the same image but there was a lucky luciano hidden in there somewhere. and you spent 5 minutes looking for it. do you remember how we used to play

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Hi! Im Hank, also known as Pansy Leatherwork. I'm a fat, butch, tgurl leatherworker based out of Chicago. I started working with leather last June after working a retail position at a large leather shop in my city. One of the big things that led me to leave that job is how they thought they were making stuff that was inclusive to everyone but just frankly... weren't

Where was the stuff for the transsexuals, the fat bitches, the girlies getting paid $15/hr, the freaks that make up the actual communities I exist as part of?, the freaks like me? So I put in my two weeks, started doing phone sex again to cover my bills, and bought some tools and got to learning

Now, just under a year out, I'm genuinely astonished at how well my work has been received. I operate on sliding scale, even on my website, and getting to hear how my stuff gets used or seeing it in action genuinely fills me with an amount of joy I can't properly express.

If what I do seems interesting to you, you can check out my work at Pansy-Leatherwork.com or my Instagram, @pansy.leatherwork

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drunk OL

#arknights #ling #blue woman jumpscare wife #i think i hauve covid #NOT THE PABST BLUE RIBBON #ling no that beer tastes like wisconsin and depression

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It's Foxgirl Friday!

Install Firefox and become a girl!

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everyone say in the tags what their current custom discord status is

#I make spreadsheets so you don't have to