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🩷💛🩵 Enjoying that summer treat! 🍉🪁

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"Lose myself in pieces

Made of broken hearts

How do I love when I'm loveless

Begging for a taste I lost?"

My singing voiceclaim for Mael uploaded a new song. Angst ensues. He misses the Dream.

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should i eat first or shower first *has phone in couch time for another 3 hours due to choice procrastination, a behavioral phenomenon observed in pigeons and rats as well*

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Notpla, the company which makes seaweed-based packaging to replace single-use plastics, started with its two French and Spanish founders, Pierre Paslier and Rodrigo Garcia Gonzalez, experimenting in their student kitchen while at Imperial College London.

Now, Notpla has replaced more than 21 million items of single-use plastic across Europe, and is aiming to displace 1 billion units by 2030. In partnership with Just Eat, Notpla’s packaging was used at the UEFA Women’s Final at Wembley Stadium, London in 2022. From seven types of folded carton board boxes that year, it has grown into a catalogue of over 50 different designs. 

And the company is launching a new deli range, featuring plastic-free windows so people can see their sandwiches before buying. Honsinger hopes this will help Notpla branch out into office catering and museums, where that sneak peek is important. 

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why bother caring about the environment when 1. It’s so obviously a lost cause and 2. There’s definitely going to be a nuclear war?

And what are you doing about it Anon? Learn about ecological restoration or get out of my way.

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huh

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having ocs is so fucked .... i miss them so bad but im the guy who has to create new content. but im sleepy

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no dragon age romance will ever compare to zevran arainai. he's bisexual. he was raised in a murder assassin torture cult after being raised in a brothel. he has a bunch of tattoos and even knows how to give them. he tries to murder you when you first meet him and then poses sexily afterwards. he says he's skilled at lockpicking and then never manages to pick a single lock in the entire game. he murdered his last lover after falsely believing that she betrayed the crows. he regularly slept with his marks before killing them to give them one last good night alive. when you ask him to have sex with you he says one liners like "arghhh pirate zevran reporting for duty!" he gets upset and broody when he realizes that he's in love with you after you ask him for more in your relationship. he proposes to you with an earring from a dead guy before he even tells you that he loves you. he's the only companion to almost completely stay with you after origins (besides the dlcs and parts of da2, he presumably stays with you the rest of your lives). if you die, he never gets into a relationship or has sex with anyone ever again. he constantly talks about you when he's away from you (da2). he calls the sword of the dead king of ferelden "sexy" and says that he "must have it". he's a devout andrastian. he loves being an assassin and doesn't feel bad about murdering people. you can have a threesome with him and a woman he used to sleep with and helped save from her abusive husband. he's slept with countless people and you're the first person that he's ever actually loved. he spends the rest of his life when he's not with you devoted to terrorizing the organization that abused him as a child (and adult) and killing of its leaders. when you tell him that you love him, he says that "he knows." he's blonde. and he's perfect in every way possible.

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My dad sent these pictures of quail in his yard. Happy fat fuck Friday

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stabbing @mabaki affectionately

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It's time for my favourite thing, more lore about Mael. And what better than delving into his early life for once?

Yes, Mael used to be a dollmaker. Tune in for more of this man's ridiculous adventures under the readmore.

As an heir to Riannoc's Wyld Hunt - destined to hunt down Mazdak - Maelmordha awoke saturated with necromancy. So much so, that he lacked practically any shaper magic, leaving him unable to create his own clothing or otherwise work with plant matter like many of his peers. This also left him unable to alter his own body, which is why he had barely changed physically since his emergence.

But the desire to fit in burned strong - he picked up woodcarving, wishing to shape in his own way. To create something of his own that wasn't merely necromantic constructs. Woodcarving progressed steadily into dollmaking, a time-consuming hobby indeed, but one that served him well once he moved out to Divinity's Reach to begin education in the Priory.

He was broke. And so, he experimented with something new: summoning tiny shades to haunt his puppets, animating them at his command. Delighted, Mael joined a street show, bringing his creations to life in front of a curious audience. With how they seemingly moved on their own, many people assumed him to be a mesmer. His side hustle as an entertainer earned him just enough money to make ends meet. Of course, his Priory mentor - an older human woman, fellow necromancer and historian - had a different idea of entertainment: one that did not include safety hazards such as summoning multiple shades into dolls in front of children. As soon as he'd see her coming, he'd bow with a flourish, "Now, for one last trick! I will vanish!" and promptly book it across the street.

Still, his puppetry was but a mere approximation of life. In the end, it was all nothing more than just another trick of necromancy. And yet, that playful idea of his youth slowly became the foundation of his magic, an unparalelled mastery over darkness which only intensified with his descent into undeath. The demise dealt to him in flame and steel saw Maelmordha become disjointed from his body, no longer a mortal union of soul and flesh, but something far more sinister. He was his own puppet and puppeteer, the spell snaring his soul to Tyria in wretched immortality woven from invisible strings moving his limbs. To hide this secret was crucial; The entirety of the Pact's reputation would be in peril otherwise.

And so, he continued onward. His mastery over shade magic grew, and faced with the United Legions' steady decline in the face of the Dominion, he allowed himself to turn the tide. To let rise his puppets once more - to call his spellbound shades, breathe darkness into charr corpses to bring them upright, weapons in hand. Legion and Dominion alike danced at his command, their features veiled in black. Amidst the haze of weeks of slaughter, a title was bestowed upon him in disgust and mockery by Ruinbringer's forces - Shadow Imperator. To demean the Legions, as though they would grant a non-charr such station. Not that the Pact Commander was in any way interested. He already had far too many masks to wear.

In his youth, Maelmordha had been a performer. Little did he know he'd have to play a role his entire life - and beyond.

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Time casts its spell on you, but you won’t forget me. 🕊️🦋

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She has bewitched me with her delusional ways

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Eternal Sugar is so happy that these Complete Strangers She Doesn’t Know are so supportive of her.