Thank you Anet for this top piece for once I will use it on him LMAO
Hi, you know this top is available in the gem store for 500 gems right now? Oh, you do know? Well I hope you got it. What? You didn't get it?................. straight to jail.
Its 5am im going to sleep gnight.
Nivereth for the wonderful only_fiends! I asked if I could base her design on lilies and snowdrops after seeing her beautiful in-game model and she graciously said yes 💮 I built her skirt out of a lily blossom, and her wrist cuffs, shoes, and shoulder pieces are designed after snowdrops. Her hair is also made of snowdrops, and the ties in her hair and on her dress are lily stamens. I love working on plant-based designs 💚
Merlin flipped the magazine closed and set it back on the cart with calculated steadiness. The cover - a flattering illustration of a thorn-haired sylvari - was accompanied by the teaser, "Interview of the century! Former mordrem tells all." For a cruel moment, he had thought the pages would hold validation.
The article had hit like like a punch in the gut. It was a reminder of why he hid his face for so long; a reminder of why he avoided any place posing even the slightest risk of crossing paths with old friends; a reminder that it wasn't just what he'd done that was unforgivable, but what he was. What he'd been through.
He felt stupid. No, not stupid - betrayed. It took him a long time to allow himself to just exist in public again, to pull down the scarf and show his smile, to stand straight without the rigidness of an animal anticipating a strike. He shouldn't have to feel this way. Years had past since the jungle dragon awoke, wrought its destruction, and fell, and he'd met more than one former puppet of the beast that had found their way back to mortal society. Though many had performed unforgivable acts, they were allowed to find a life their own.
But, clearly, they weren't welcome. He wasn't welcome. The author's questions were barbed and leading. Her every sentence seemed to say, "you're a monster, and always will be. Aren't you ashamed to exist?"
It hurt all the more because he'd said the same to himself for years. He'd hid himself from others for safety, but he had been hiding from himself, too.
He couldn't allow himself to fall back into that pit of self-loathing. It wasn't his fault then, and it wasn't now.
Despite that, it was abundantly clear he wasn't welcome here, and likely never would be. It was time to accept that.
haha what if we got into a codependent relationship in which we loved each other so madly we could not tell our identities apart and i wanted to possess and be possessed by you and we grafted parts of us into each other so that we could never truly part even when we start to do terrible, awful things to each other haha 👉👈 just kidding… unless? 😳
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