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I did it bc I love him:

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rises from the ashes with a single thought: i saved a url for a wyll blog.....

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hi friendos!

i'm back from camp and i'm really here to pop in and say i'm not planning to come back to tumblr. i'm really enjoying vibing on disco and going where muses take me when i can. and playing a thousand files of bg3. i'm only going to be incredibly more busy this year so.

if you want to write with me, add me on disco! we can have a cute lil server and everything.

anyway lihitraot. hope y'all have a great day!

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louis muse exists out of spite. daniel muse exists out of love. and you know what....that feels right.

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HAPPY IWTV SEASON 2 DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE!!

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bg3 evil run was SO MUCH FUN

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𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨е𝙭, 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚.

studying the themes of: leadership in hard times, shared trauma, best of the worst, drink the pain away, eat your young, supernatural psychosis, trauma love, bringing the darkness back, forever seventeen but never seventeen, star athlete, survival above all else, i'm worse, the wilderness chose, live by your guilt and die with it, all for one and one for none, the emperor, bloody queen

private, mutually exclusive rp blog for natalie scatorccio of showtime's yellowjackets. triggering topics heavily present including but not limited to ritual cannibalism and addiction. MDNI. sacrificed by bee ( she/her, thirty two )

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considering we're only in wyrm's crossing and the astarion origin dialogue is already making me sad act 3 is gonna kill me emotionally

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𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨е𝙭, 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚.

studying the themes of: leadership in hard times, shared trauma, best of the worst, drink the pain away, eat your young, supernatural psychosis, trauma love, bringing the darkness back, forever seventeen but never seventeen, star athlete, survival above all else, i'm worse, the wilderness chose, live by your guilt and die with it, all for one and one for none, the emperor, bloody queen

private, mutually exclusive rp blog for natalie scatorccio of showtime's yellowjackets. triggering topics heavily present including but not limited to ritual cannibalism and addiction. MDNI. sacrificed by bee ( she/her, thirty two )

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𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨е𝙭, 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚.

studying the themes of: leadership in hard times, shared trauma, best of the worst, drink the pain away, eat your young, supernatural psychosis, trauma love, bringing the darkness back, forever seventeen but never seventeen, star athlete, survival above all else, i'm worse, the wilderness chose, live by your guilt and die with it, all for one and one for none, the emperor, bloody queen

private, mutually exclusive rp blog for natalie scatorccio of showtime's yellowjackets. triggering topics heavily present including but not limited to ritual cannibalism and addiction. MDNI. sacrificed by bee ( she/her, thirty two )

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New side blog just dropped @natal7e bc I love a queen and her queen @antl5r

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New side blog just dropped @natal7e bc I love a queen and her queen @antl5r

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Binged all of season 1 of yellowjackets with @occultst and I have EMOTIONS

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part of what i love about hor relationship, is that neither of us ever seems to back down to the other when we know we're right. gale never stops challenging me, and truly if he did i think i would be dreadfully bored. no. . . he gets defensive and so do i and if it results in an argument? so what. i'm not afraid to disagree with him. i don't think he's going to leave me because i've gone on some tangent about the things i know.

i don't know if i understand this feeling, but i like it. i like it a lot.

" reckless youthful endeavors? " i repeat the words, crossing one leg over the other as i lean back slightly in my seat. " are these tales for you to recount when we're back in bed tonight? " the comfortable bed in the elfsong tavern that makes me wish i actually slept. " because you can't just leave me wishing for the stories without a promise that i'll get to learn them. " my lips curl up more, perhaps because there's a promise of gale recounting a tale, and perhaps because now i see him reaching to clean me up.

my eyes feel full and bright as he stares at my lips. " mmm darling, did you get distracted? " i shift, leaning forward in my chair and tilting my chin up just enough to offer it to him to clean. " please. you know i love when you clean me up. "

you can't help but scowl just slightly. he's right, of course, you have only been to the upper city, really. enough so that you are certainly more likely to be noticed there than the lower city. but you have visited the lower city before, in sparse moments that proved no risk of getting mugged or beaten to death. ( you would've been a prime target, you still are, frankly speaking. )

"ah, quite right, but that does not mean i don't know just how bad the lower city can get." you argue lightly, no heat in your voice but a touch defensive. "certainly had my fair share of reckless, youthful endeavors. none of which are suitable stories for this establishment." you hasten to point out the last fact, jabbing a finger to prove your point as to draw a sip of the whiskey before you.

it burns as it goes down, and you try not to grimace. it's been too long since you've indulged in whiskey, and it almost catches you off guard. still, you manage well enough to avoid any jabs about it.

you can't help but watch the drip of blood from astarion's lips, eyes tracking the movement. fuck, you're down bad for him, and you know exactly what he's doing. ( and every time, you will fall hook, line, and sinker for it. ) "you've got —" you start, gesturing, before exhaling and grabbing a napkin from the bartop.

you hesitate, for a moment, napkin hovering just at his chin. "may i, ah?" you ask, unwilling to touch him without his consent. even now, after all you both have been through.

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I found this brush that’s square but also has kind of a textured oil paint/canvas texture and am OBSESSED so did 99% of this painting with it

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and what if i wanted to do an evil durge run and make astarion a bard

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Look, I'm not a "details" person, all right?