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📓 Meet Paragoddess Karma 🙏

The smallest of the deities, and yet, rather big.

Karma is one of the two paragoddesses, this means she's hierarchically under Goddess, but in no way related to humans.

Karma is 4 metres tall and has a very curved and thick silhouette. Amongst the deities, human-sized, she is technically the tallest and the heaviest.

Karma's mission on Earth is unclear, and as far as humans know, she's just there to do whatever she wants. Unless Goddess, Karma is not immortal, but in practise this makes no difference.

Karma is calm, logical, and mostly benevolent- unless you do something to cross her off. Finds humans cute and has a small tendency to want to intimate with them. Although this doesn't mean she cares about their lives.

A neutral deity- Interacting with her is possible, although still risky.

🖤 For more info about Karma, feel free to ask!

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📖 Masha's new beginning

Masha lived through the early 2000s until he was 18, when he commited suicide in his parents' bathroom. Drowned in a bathtub full of water mixed with blood, feces, and vomit.

Masha basically became one with the tub when his parents were able to get inside. What was supposed to be inside of him was now floating around him, and what was supposed to be bath water was now in his guts.

Masha was an only child and had serious problems- Not in school, not at home, not really with his family either, but in his mind.

Masha realised reality wasn't real, at least for him, and that he needed to do something about it.

Masha's parents tried everything- Therapists, hospitals, hypnotizers, specialists... but in the end nothing worked.

Masha lived his brief, litte, insignicant life feeling apathetic, sad, distant, frustrated, empty.

Masha was the only child his parents had, and now he's gone.

Masha wanted this, and he might be dead in there, but a new beginning was expecting him over here.

Masha realised reality wasn't real.

Masha was right.

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The massive, thick red curtain stretches far beyond your sight, you can't stop tripping over the plank gaps, and the spotlights are terribly hot.

You feel small, it could be stage fright, but it's definitely not.

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Terrific Neighbors And Their Unusual But Relatable Routines

The plot

Meet a variety of picturesque fantastic creatures in a series of slice-of-life stories while their lives get connected by the mere fact of living in the same building. No one escapes from worrying about having a job, balacing friendships with relationships, or paying rent.

The neighbors

For various reasons, these creatures ended up living in the same building. Their personalities, styles, lives, and goals are very different, but they all got one thing in common: They are all considered weirdos.

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🎵 The Caresser

One two, Three four, Hear hear, Glass nails.

One two, Three four, Feel feel, Silky smooth.

One two, Three four, Think think, Who is you.

Five six, Seven eight, Seek seek, Aware entails.

Five six, Seven eight, Breathe breathe, Escapes the truth.

Five six, Seven eight, Monkey see, Monkey do.

Nine ten, The caresser.

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

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🎵 Catharsis

Since the beginning I have seen, Good and bad, and all in between, But you have broken my serene routine, All my life, where have you been.

It's your soul I can smell, As sour as a lime, As horrendous as a crime, There's nothing similar in Hell.

You are something else, something new, It makes me crave, It makes me pursue, It makes me behave.

Old dog can't learn new tricks, That's how the saying goes, But you can't never know, Maybe for me there is a fix.

Become my oasis, a mean of catharsis.

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

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🎵 Pity Me

Cute pastel colors, Silly innocuous clothes, Pristine thin hair, Stupid Velcro shoes.

You think I'm a baby, Just because of this, I might look like one, And I well could be.

But that's not the case, You are not the daddy of me, I've reached third base, And trust me, it's not that rare.

Age regression, it's a thing! Fucking weirdos love this lil queen-slash-king, It's ok though, They will do whatever I decide to sing.

The denim overalls I wear all falls, The gross pit full of plastic balls, The kiddie rides in the malls, My crayon scribbles on the walls.

I can enjoy all of these, No one ever says me shit, Because I look like a stupid kid, What can I say, I am easy to please.

I can have tantrums and I can taunt, I can and I will flaunt, I will always sound and look, Like what everyone used to be.

So yeah, go ahead, You can pity me.

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

(AI really struggled with this, def the worst one.)

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🎵 True Freak

Come or go, Hide or show, Avoid or seek, Ignore or peek.

I won't care about your looks, I won't judge your personality, I won't complain about the way you talk to me, I won't even speak if you don't want me to.

Because I am never enough, Enough to reach normality, Normality to slip past you, For you to be with me.

Come or go, Hide or show, Avoid or seek, Ignore or peek.

I won't care the way you treat me, I won't judge your routine, I won't complain about your affairs, I won't even look at you if that I don't deserve.

Because I am never enough, Enough to not care, Not care about the words, The words against myself.

As long as someone loves me, It won't matter if I'm a true freak.

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

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🎵 Impure

We are not made for each other, Monster from a different mother, Having what you can't, Not feeling what you want!

Mock destiny the same way I want to mock you, Pitty people the same way you pitty me, Mock destiny the same way I want to mock you, Pitty people the same way you pitty me!

I will lose control, "You will lose control!" I will sell my soul, "You will sell your soul!" I don't have any goal, "You don't have any goal!" I don't play any role. "You don't play any role!"

Fuck freedom the same way I want to fuck you, Hate god the same way you hate me, Fuck freedom the same way I want to fuck you, Hate god the same way you hate me!

Like a doggie from the streets, Like advices you don't need, Like water mixed with some shit, Like the fag you want to hit!

I am impure! I am impure!

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

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🎵 Tight Kiss

Tear down that wall, It don't matter who you call, The thought always is the same, You need no XX to be in the game.

"Oh, but you are a boy!" Come on, don't be lame, We got the same toy, Don't resist, and feel the joy.

Close your eyes, Notice the potential, Forget the lies, I'm special- Quintessential!

I'm no miss, But I don't miss, You won't hiss, While in brief bliss,

'Cause I'll give you, Such a tight kiss!

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

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🎵 Teaser

I know you want to touch, Everyone does, But trust me, I don't even need to show you much.

Your mind will do the rest, I'm so blessed, That you're obsessed, I can feel it in your chest, I will test,

Your wild imagination, Drives my dedication, With no exploration, But incantation, This sensation, Deprivation,

Of your senses, Lower those defenses.

It's not me, It's just you, Thinking hard, About what we could do.

I am not a pleaser, I am a teaser.

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

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🎵 Bed Sins

Let's not let the time we spent be in vain, Come here, get in bed, We are not going to the oneiric plane, We are getting insane over...

Your thighs, your feet, Your lips, so sweet, Your beautiful eyes, your chest, Your laugh, your screams, Your blood, your meat.

In this comfy square, We are not gonna fight, It might look like wrestling, But it will be just us two Getting tight the whole night, Out of sight, pure delight!

Oh, you wanna invite someone over? Sure, that's totally fine.

Your brother, your neighbor, Or your mom, she's so jolly, Your niece, your therapist, Your dog, or your aunt Molly, That guy across the road who's ugly as a toad, Your bestie, or a beast, The mayor, or the priest, The local baker, a referee, Your advocate- wait, hold on, that's me!

I do hope you are not religious, And please don't tell the law, Because you're in to perform some raw Bed sins.

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

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🎵 Bite Marks

Can see you right there standing so still, Can smell your scent from this far away, Can hear your heartbeat, it's music to my ears, Can almost taste ya, I need to get closer, and I sure will.

Goin' to sink these four canines so far in, Where the muscles hide under that fuckin' nice skin, Pain's temporary, bleedin's temporary, Joy's temporary, wounds are temporary.

Wanna feel your juicy salty sweat, Mixin' with my thick, sweet spit, I don't wanna hold it in, My mouth starts waterin' just thinkin' about it.

Cuz those are my bite marks! Cuz those are my bite marks! Cuz those are my bite marks! Cuz those are my bite marks!

Except the lyrics, the song has been AI-generated.

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📖 Bun's Christmas party

It’s December, a sharp, cold wind reigns outside. This year, Bun got invited to a Christmas party.

Her contribution to the most obscure part of society led her to become pretty famous amongst a certain type of individuals. Bun, of course, doesn’t care about this.

In the last year, she met a lot of people, some more willing to understand her true purpose more than others, but that didn’t stop Bun from helping them- In her own way.

Broken ribs, swollen eyes, torn ligaments, concussions, ripped off fingernails, fourth-degree burns, and anything else you can think of.

But she lives for this.

The 3rd of November Bun attended an appointment she had with a client, and at the end of their session, the client invited her to this party in December…

CLIENT: “Listen…” Taps on Bun’s shoulder as she was about to leave their flat.)

BUN:(Turns around in silence.)

CLIENT: “Next month, there’s this party-” Stays in silence for a couple of seconds.) “Nevermind.”

BUN: “What is it?” (Says while tiling her head a bit.)

CLIENT: (Shakes their head.) “I just thought you would like to come- I feel like the kind of people that will attend would like you.” (Says while pinching the bridge of their nose.)

BUN: “I see…”

CLIENT: “There will be drinks, and music…” (Gestures with their hands.)

BUN: “Aww, I appreciate the invitation, but I should be a little bit wary of big gatherings- For the moment, at least~”

CLIENT: “Oh, of course, completely understandable…” (Nods.)

BUN: “On the other hand, I’m intrigued… Text me the details, just in case~” (Says as she closes the front door while leaving.)

And that, they did.

The days went by, the client couldn’t stop thinking if Bun would appear at the party, “She read my message, but didn’t answer…”, they thought.

Days turned into weeks, and finally the day of the party arrived, December 24th.

It’s almost 11pm, the sky has been dark for hours, and the only things bringing some life into that old, isolated street are the street lamps, and the house where the party is happening.

From the outside, the faint bass of a really weird playlist was the only indication that something out of the ordinary was happening in there.

A living room filled to the brim with young adults, all of them drinking, chatting, and dancing.

Plastic cups, sticky stains, paper plates tossed around, glass bottles lying on the floor, stacked pizza boxes, and empty beer cans. The place is anything but clean.

CLIENT: “I knew she wasn’t going to come.” (Sips from their plastic cup.)

PARTY GUY A: “Dude, since that boxing competition she gained a lot of popularity, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was really in danger now.”

PARTY GUY B: “In fact, I don’t think this would be a safe place for her- Take a look around you!”

As much as the client was a reasonable person, that guy at the party was right. Almost everyone around them looked really questionable, they were told not to judge a book by its cover, but they all attended that party for the same reasons.

People passed out on couches, some of them intimating against the corridor’s wall, there are even a couple of fights going on at the moment, and the front door is wide open for people to come and go as they please.

And one of the people that came was Bun.

She quickly realised what kind of party that was, and eagerly made her way into the house.

Most people didn’t know who she was, or still thought she was just a myth, but as soon as someone recognised her, she became the center of attention.

She didn’t even reach the living room when she realised she was already surrounded by lots of people staring at her, and since they knew who she was, the only thing they wanted from her was clear.

Bun has some ground rules her clients have to accept before each appointment, she’s not crazy, and even if she was a little bit excited for what was about to happen, she was also worried. At the last moment, someone pulls her from her arm into the reading room and locks the door.

Bun falls butt first onto the floor.

PUNK GIRL: “Sorry- Are you ok?”

Bun stands up while looking around, the room has two leather armchairs, a small glass top coffee table, in front of it a bookshelf that reaches the ceiling, and in a corner, a Christmas tree lit up with some gifts underneath.

PUNK GIRL: “Hello?”

BUN: “Better than ever~”(Smiles at her.)

ROCK GIRL: (Shakes her head.) “Are you famous or something?”

BUN: “Kind of.” (Sits on one of the armchairs.)

PUNK GIRL: “What did you do to have a bunch of losers want to put their hands on you?”

BUN: “Losers?” (Tilts her head.)

PUNK GIRL: “Clearly you don’t belong here…” (Sighs.) “We are all here to… get busted and drown our problems.”

BUN: “Aww, don’t say that… You are not a loser~”

PUNK GIRL: (Scoffs.) “Girl, trust me, I’m not better than anyone else in there-” (Points to the door.)

BUN: “What did you do?”

PUNK GIRL: “For being too… explosive- I don’t know why I’m telling you this-” (Rolls her eyes.)

BUN: “I can help you.”

PUNK GIRL: (Hands on her hips.) “I wasn’t asking for help.”

BUN: (Stands up.) “That’s why I’m here, silly, to help people like you~”

PUNK GIRL: “Are you laughing at me?!” (Says while grabbing Bun by her shirt’s neck.)

BUN: “Come on, hit me.” (Says while smiling.)

PUNK GIRL: (Lets her go.) “What? You’re such a weirdo, maybe you do belong here after all…” (Says while unlocking the door.)

BUN: “Wait.” (Grabs her hand.) “You have a lot of repressed feelings, right?”

PUNK GIRL: “Let me go!”

Angrily, she pushes back Bun too hard and hits the coffee table, breaking it. A fairly sharp glass shard goes through her hand.

PUNK GIRL: (Gasps.) “OH GOSH, SORRY! Y-You need to call an ambulance!”

Before the rock girl can say anything else, Bun stands up, and pulls out the glass shard out of her hand, like nothing. The wound heals in seconds.

PUNK GIRL: (Looks at her, stunned.) “What are you…”

BUN: “Your Christmas present.”

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📓 Meet Paula 🔫

She might be going up, but shit's about to go down.

This Paula's slice of life piece of imagery is a tad misleading since she's usually wearing gloves in her missions and doesn't tend to use guns. Although sometimes, even for the best assassins, things can go sideways, and in those cases, being able to improvise is a great skill to have.

Short stature, short hair, long ears. Maybe it's not a good idea to hire such an elf, since they tend to be tall and Paula sticks out like a sore thumb, but she's just too reliable at what she does.

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📖 Sonia H.

" The first day of University was, as many other first days, kind of stressful. I have lived all my life here so luckily, I know some people, and in fact, I’ve been able to see some of my best friends almost every single day since then, which made the new experience a tad less overwhelming.

That was already a year ago, and we all already know most of the nooks and crannies of this place, and we also got to meet new people, which is always nice.

The thing is, and I know you’re aware of it, some people have just this… ability to stand out; Because of how they dress, because of how they talk, or just because of how they are. It is also not a secret that some students are better than others, just because they’re inherently good at studying or simply because they care more about their future.

I’ve realised people tend to create small communities- This is nothing new, but it’s interesting to observe nonetheless, and some of these above-average students usually don’t even try to interact with other people that much and already have their own circles. I’m not complaining about it.

The thing is… there is this student, Sonia, who really stands out, and not for any of the reasons I mentioned previously. Everything began six months ago or so, and then it started escalating too quickly:

Sonia is not from here so she didn’t know anyone, but luckily for her, she’s pretty cute, and quickly made friends. Honestly, her confidence was admirable: She was so casual yet respectful, friendly yet formal, and funny yet committed.

But for some reason, some unknown reason, as smart and sceptical as she was, she started gaining interest in stuff like occultism… or astrology- I don’t really know, the thing is, it was weird for her. This didn’t affect her popularity at school, as a matter of fact, I think this made her more… relatable.

“She's just not this superior being.” I’m sure people thought.

But as the months went by, she started behaving more erratically, and even started missing school pretty often. Rumours say she joined a cult!

But that’s not possible… Sonia? In a cult? Ok, I didn’t know her for that long, but it just didn’t seem like her. I mean, it’s true there have been some bizarre things happening around for the last few years… but Sonia in a cult? I didn’t want to believe that.

One day though, she started talking about how… Satan is already wandering the Earth and how she was going to be used as a vessel for a greater good or something like that. I know this just because she was being blatantly loud to another student she briefly kidnapped in the hallway, and one of my friends heard it.

Sonia got on a slippery slope and her downfall was happening at a really fast pace. A couple of months ago it seems like she was yelling nonsense in one of the stalls of the cafeteria restroom and the emergency services were called, but when they came, she was confused because she didn’t recall yelling.

After this incident, she missed school for a week or so, and not only that, but no one was able to contact her.

We thought she was admitted to a mental hospital or something, that would have made sense, but to everyone’s surprise, she came back days later. And it didn’t look like her- I mean, it was her, it looked like her- But it wasn’t her.

She had this sort of lost and empty stare, as if she was looking right through you, she barely blinked or moved her eyes, and walked in a really stiff manner, barely talked too.

From this moment on, everyone stopped talking to her. She had this creepy, big smile all the time, and she would stare at you in class with her beady blue, wide-open eyes. You could feel her gaze penetrating into your bones… just talking about it I get goosebumps.

Strange things are still happening, not just with Sonia, but all around us. A couple of days ago the local hospital was robbed, but they only took a few bags of blood…

“Vampires? People were talking about a cult, maybe it’s related.” I thought, then I sighed and went to bed.

I had the weirdest dream, I was walking alone, in the middle of the night in one of the hallways of our University, the moonlight was shining through the windows, and at the end of the corridor I could see a red glow coming out of one of the classrooms, I walked towards it.

 I opened the classroom’s door and there she was, Sonia, kneeling on the ground, painting what looked like a giant pentacle with blood… Blood that was coming out of some blood bags from a hospital. Behind her, a weird glowing book, with inscriptions I wasn’t able to decipher.

Sonia was staring at me so intensely, I started hearing whispering voices when suddenly a thoroughly intense pain invaded my chest and head, I couldn’t look away from her penetrating glaze, the voices and pain kept getting more and more intense, I felt despair, I felt like I wanted to kill myself, it felt as if I was in Hell- No, it felt as if Sonia was the impersonation of Hell. "

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The next morning, another student passed by their room and the door was wide open, inside, the bed and walls were soaked in blood and guts, as if someone exploded.

When authorities arrived, they realised there was something written in the ceiling with more blood, that something read as “Sonia Hell”.

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📷 Photo shoot with the Monsters (Naked versions) 🔞

Fi, Kinta, Masha, and Yeire (Halloween, 2024)