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I would leave if only I could find a reason

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me dio risa el remix de young miko con katseye U-U no lo espere

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not enough of god to go around

deandre belongs to the incredibly talented @tinycoffeecups-sims 🧡

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I'm not your friend, or anything, damn

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Not a fairy but an angel😌

@elderwisp's fae poses 💚

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this is u with floyd and draco amix @flovoid

how it feels to have two of your favorite characters also be the two that fucking hate each other

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tumblr is so funny. ill see someone i havent seen on the dash in a while and be like "oh hey theyre back :)" and i go to their blog and theyve been posting the whole time and our tumblr hours just havent overlapped in a while

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I'm trying to make a statue…😭

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Saying goodbye is never easy, especially for the Cornucopia siblings.

Transcript & Backstory:

[6 months ago]

Harlow: Don't miss me too much. Francesca: Who said I was gonna miss you? I'll miss Wyn though, very much. Harlow: Oy! He can't wait to go. C'mere Wyn [cat ignores them both]

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Brief backstory: After graduating from law school, Harlow secured a training contract at a well-known law firm. It's a dream for many aspiring lawyers, but it means leaving his sister (and pumpkin stall!) behind. Their parents died when they were young, so Harlow and Francesca were brought up by their grandfather. Now she's the only family he has left. Early on, he decided not to move into the city where his job is, and instead found an affordable cabin that is located at a halfway point. He can commute comfortably to work and frequently visit Francesca! That is a stretch, though - one hour with no traffic? Harlow doesn't mind!

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I hate to say goodbyes..

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I've collapsed

ᥴ ꫝ ꪖ ꪮ ᦓ : @simblr-witcherywednesday

holy water cannot help you now see, i've come to burn your kingdom down seven devils all around you seven devils in your house

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Not a fairy but an angel😌

@elderwisp's fae poses 💚

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A Pack of Two 🐺

“Mr. Faramor, can you come to school after picking up Farah? There is something I must speak with you regarding her.”

Faramor had not expected to receive such message. Not yesterday, not today, not tomorrow. His daughter, Farah, was well-behaved. She never gave trouble to any teacher, so Faramor had to wonder what must’ve happened. His concern was visible, etched in the features of his face, when he picked up Farah.

“Dad!” Farah said aloud as she ran to Faramor, hugging her father as tight as she could with her smaller frame.

Faramor hugged her back, the concern on his face fading away after seeing his daughter safe and sound, no bruises or scratches visible. They both headed inside the school, and onto the teacher’s classroom. Faramor held Farah’s hand as he went inside, and greeted the teacher.

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“Mr. Faramor, today I had the students practice making paragraphs. They were supposed to do a letter reciting a wish of theirs to Père Noël, the Fae of Christmas. I think you should take a look at your daughter’s.” 

Faramor nodded as he took the letter between his hands. He glanced at Farah briefly, noticing how she was looking to the floor, as if ashamed or embarrassed of the words she wrote. 

The letter began,

“Dear Christmas Fae,

I only wish for this Christmas to find love for my dad, Faramor. My dad is a hard-working carpenter and handyman, and always takes good care of me. He provides for us, and has promised me to built me a big bookshelf on my room for Christmas. But I have nothing to give him back. Nothing that would really matter, anyway.

Mom died giving birth to me. I never got the chance to meet her. Dad has been alone all this time. Père Noël, please find a lover for dad. I want to see dad happy again and in love, he deserves it.

Thank you,

Farah”

Faramor smiled. He didn’t expect Farah to be asking for this. For his daughter wanting him to find love again. It is true, indeed, that Farah’s mother died giving birth to Farah. She was a human after all; Faramor and Farah were not. They both were Faes of Fauna and Flora respectively. Since that difficult moment, Faramor had fully dedicated himself to Farah, to giving her the best life possible. And Farah now wanted to repay all that dedication, all that kindness. By making a wish to the Fae of Christmas.

Faramor couldn’t help but ask himself, will he ever be able to find love again? Moreover, will someone even fall in love with a carpenter and handyman?

Only the Fae of Christmas knows.

Thank you all CC creators. ♡

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Not a fairy but an angel😌

@elderwisp's fae poses 💚

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vi esto y me acorde tus ocs 😭 @vicciouxs

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In his mind, he's kissing him