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i'm going to sound indecisive or whatever, but i'm going to remake instead as i do want to keep writing (although my circle will be extremely small). wahoo

i've decided for my own sanity i will be putting this blog on a hiatus for the foreseeable future. my brain is not built for the constant stream of information the internet pushes and it's unhealthy for me to refresh the page every 2 minutes just to see if there's a new post. if you have me on discord you can reach me there. see you on the flip side ✌️

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i've decided for my own sanity i will be putting this blog on a hiatus for the foreseeable future. my brain is not built for the constant stream of information the internet pushes and it's unhealthy for me to refresh the page every 2 minutes just to see if there's a new post. if you have me on discord you can reach me there. see you on the flip side ✌️

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i need to play dolls by myself for a hot minute. scampers off

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Occultist!Cyrus: *using an ancient tome of forbidden ritual blood magic to summon a primeval God capable of consuming and remaking the universe as they know it* OldOne!Jae: *manifests horrifically in a cacophany of maddening howls that are neither anguished shriek nor wretched, miserable cries of endless despair* HAY, BABEEE- MIND IF I JAM A BOBA STRAW INTO YOUR SKULL AND TAKE A LIL SIPPY SIP? *BATS LASHES TO HIS MULTITUDINOUS SLITTED EYES*

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what's your mermaid tail?

jellyfish

likely the most ancient creature among these results. say what you may, but a life of mindlessly drifting with the current hasn't failed them yet, nor have they felt the need to change their blueprint all that much. turns out, a mass of stinging tendrils attached to a viscous water balloon is both efficient and surprisingly elegant. the last thing their paralyzed prey feels before being devoured is awe.

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what do you mean hoothoot have two feet.

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just came back from the weirdest interview. we both were like yeah this isn't for me and the girl told me she was happy to see me smile when it was over LOL

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howdy. i woke up at 4 am again

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describe your muse with shitty ebay reviews

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i. want to do an affiliates... but i don't really grasp the concept. i saw a person say they're a higher tier than exclusives but i always felt like it was like. if you like my blog then check out my cool friend's blog that i write/plot/talk with a lot

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people are selling that cynthia & caitlin card for how much...

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cyrus continues to eye the blond suspiciously.  he looks uncannily like that champion,  cynthia  …  and with this person’s interest in the ruins, that certainly tracks.  cyrus is aware she is quite the connoisseur of the various folktales of the sinnoh region.  this must be some relative of hers?  gaze darts around the other's form,  trying to glean what he possibly can from this blue-gold-clad individual.  he's not confident he likes the way this person carries himself.  hah.  friend.  cyrus reads it as haughtiness,  smugness,  audacity,  blatantly ignoring how true or untrue that might be.  a book has a cover for a reason,  after all.  this person seems to have the correct scope of things,  though,  and has the correct impression of cyrus as well.  he doesn't know in what way he should parse it.   

the way the mural frames this lilt-voiced stranger is of note,  though symbolism and metaphor thoroughly disinterest cyrus.  he has an eye for art only in the form of machinery and practical application,  of mathematical theory.  rather than seeing in pictures,  he sees in vectors and measurements and tangents and trajectories.  physical form is only attributed to multiple quadrillions of serendipitous alignments of quantum particles.  it's all very simple.  he's more interested in the context of the mural itself,  and what reason would drive someone to deface it only in parts.  though, he thinks he already knows that answer.  spirit.  emotion.  hate and fear,  the echoes of which  —  manifested in ignorance  —  he has witnessed while scouring the region’s historical contents.  

❝  i know of this shadowy figure.  i have never heard it spoken of,  however,  save for poorly-preserved texts.  until now.   you must have some affinity for the being,  ❞  he observes painly.  even those poorly-preserved texts speak unkindly and cryptically of the thing,  so cyrus’s scope of understanding is admittedly limited.  whatever it is,  it’s an enigma,  and that fascinates him.  what could possibly be so troublesome that all known records of it,  from multiple eras of history,  are veritably mutilated? distorted?  stone-faced & driven,  cyrus continues,  ❝  you will tell me more about this entity  —  giratina.  i seek to know all of sinnoh,  including the parts of it no one speaks of.  nothing will escape my scrutiny.  ❞

the  stranger  brings  to  mind  a  pool  of  cold,  stagnant  water  —  undisturbed,  unshaken,  unmarred  by  the  ripples  that  might  obscure  its  crystalline  surface.  it  reminds  him  of  someone  else  he  knows,  brandishing  a  similar�� (  very  peculiar  )  composure.  volo  can't  help  but  find  bemusement  in  the  resemblance  —  and  a  touch  of  his  ever-present  curiosity  itches  at  the  back  of  his  skull  as  well.  still,  he  shoves  that  question  to  the  side  in  favor  of  focusing  on  a  topic  of  even  greater  interest.

❝  lost?  oh,  nothing  of  the  sort ...  i'm  exactly  where  i  want  to  be.  ❞  in  a  sense,  they  are  parallels  —  for  the  merchant's  voice  also  never  falters,  even  if  his  tone  is  quite  jovial  by  comparison.  it's  always  to  one's  benefit  to  present  an  affable  exterior  to  potential  customers.  (  and  what  are  relationships,  if  not  a  series  of  transactions?  )  ❝  i  believe  my  presence  here  would  serve  as  its  own  explanation.  you  said  it  yourself,  did  you  not?  few  do  know  of  these  ruins'  existence  —  and  one  who  would  endeavor  to  hunt  them  down  in  spite  of  the  obscurity  must  be  no  common enthusiast.  ❞   he  turns  back  to  the  mural,  head  tipping  back  as  his  gaze  traces  every  stroke  with  something  akin  to  worship.  from  where  he  stands,  the  tendrils  sprawling  from  the  damaged  portion  almost  appear  curled  around  the  merchant's  lean  frame  —  though  it's  difficult  to  tell  whether  they  emanate  from  volo  or  if  they  mean  to  skewer  him.   ❝  naturally,  i  assume  the  same  likely  holds  true  for  you  as  well.  tell  me,  my  mysterious  new  friend ...  are  you  familiar  with  the  legend  of  the  creator's  banished  child?  ❞

volo  turns,  lips  curved  in  a  smile  that  feels  almost  inappropriate  for  the  conversation  at  hand.  it  doesn't  meet  his  eye  —  rather,  his  gaze  burns  bright  with  something  else  entirely.  ❝  unfortunately,  most  depictions  of  giratina  have  long  been  mangled  beyond  all  recognition.  ❞  he  clicks  his  tongue.   ❝  even  these  ruins  aren't  exempt  from  vandalism,  it  seems ...  although,  that doesn't mean they're  without  merit.  ❞

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I've got my own stakes in my own game

I've got my own name and it's my way.

𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐔𝐊 — indie sel. priv. unalaq from legend of korra. 21+. penned by faolan.

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i am feeling the tlok feelings again...

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finally putting something together. proton! wahoo! ❤ and/or ↺ if you're interested in interacting? he doesn't bite - just kidding, he does and will. <3

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finally putting something together. proton! wahoo! ❤ and/or ↺ if you're interested in interacting? he doesn't bite - just kidding, he does and will. <3

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lalalala~