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Aftermath Impact 19 | IM BACK!!! Thank you for your patience while I was on break. Let's finish this :)

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Guys. It's 4:30am and I'm infodumping about Mclennon on a "which famous moment in rpf history are you?" quiz

This is the letterboxd review I mentioned btw

[number-1-harumi-hater]

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[ghostlyeris]

I'M GONNA NEED A MILLION FAN ARTS DONE OF SUPER SAIYAN JAMMER A.S.A.P.

[scrunckled-idiot]

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[waynewayne-goaway]

I thought your pronouns were hehe/haha

yeah i'm transjester

[throughtrialbyfire]

“Cycle of the Serpent”

Chapter 36 - Styrr

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  This, meager a comment as it was, caught the three elves' attentions. Athenath was the one to reply to this sort of comment with a question through the curl of their lip, "what kind of darkness could even be in Solitude?"    It was a tone of disbelief and intrigue, mingling like the tea leaves at the bottom of their mugs. The priest licked his lips in an idle motion and rapped his fingers against the sides of his own cup, peering down into its depths. From where Wyndrelis sat, he could see the look of intense contemplation on the other's face, perhaps even a mixture of shame, as though the bearded Nord wanted not to dwell on whatever necessitated warding against. He'd heard stories of priests and mages being the last lines of defense against Daedra, or against the forces which came in the form of hauntings, but he'd never given them much credit, himself. How could he? He'd worked with plenty a spirit, plenty a body, plenty a minor Daedra. It was an inconsequential thing to him, as long as proper precautions were taken. Yet, from the graven look on the Nord's face, he took the moment to acknowledge that perhaps Solitude had darker secrets than he'd been aware of, worse than an execution in the town square.   "This city has a long history of madness and murder," Styrr enunciated. "The Wolf Queen, Pelagius, the death of High King Torygg... And now," he shed a glance towards the door on the far end of the room, peakings of sunlight through the bottom, "public executions. My books tell the stories. Have no doubt - as pretty as its streets are, as jovial as the bards may be, darkness is drawn to Solitude."   Wyndrelis' throat tightened as he asked in a quiet voice, "and of strange dreams?" 

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[specsthesecond]

MY NEW LAPTOP CAME TODAY! YAAAAAAAAAY

[gilles-prost]

Damn i just woke up and this is the first thing i saw

I thought we will never see the pilot but i guess we will after all i was really intrested in the pilot ever since i heard of it.

[sourapplesauces]

IM FREEE!!! IM FREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[itsalmostavengers]

Ohhhh I’ve had a bottle of wine and two cigarettes I’m gonna write SUCH a good chapter of heavy pleasures

[ichirosuzuki]

ALSO GREGORY SANTOS OMG

[tu-es-gegg]

fuck it we have boogeymen now

[danipedrosas-boatest]

BEZZ WON

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[sir44lh]

POLE WITH 0.003 DIFFERENCE!!!!!!

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[uniquezombiedestiny]

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