#SC R E A M S

[inardescere]

Rafayel thinks he hasn't stopped getting little shivers for a while now. Every few seconds when Caleb's hands map a new territory on his skin, his mouth touches his in a passionate kiss or a slow, languid one, his tongue delving in and doing the same, his body involuntarily trembles under him. The pleasure is so foreign, never having let anyone touch him so intimately, his head feels like a daze even as he tries to keep vigilance. You allured me? Yes, he gives a slight nod, a sleepy sort of smile on his lips before he closes his eyes with fluttering blinks, stomach tense as he feels fingers sneak under his clothes, dig into his skin, holding him, claiming him, not a guess but a decision made that they now belong on his skin and the Lemurian belongs to him. So he allows his touch to arch his back, chin lowered to his own chest as he takes a ragged breath and the touch lingers.

Relief from the pressure on his wrist makes him sigh, seeing with his own eyes how they turned red as they're guided down from where they were pinned. His arm aches at the movement, but his eyes are entranced by the exposed chest he moves over, a slow yet far too quick end as his shirt is fully unbuttoned, hands placed gently on his stomach. Oh. Rafayel sucks in a sharp breath, fingers unfurling to lay them flat on the other's torso. The Lemurian was not small by any means-- he was well-toned himself and taller than most of his friends, even if he was a bit slender compared to those who did lots of physical labor. But as he laid his hands on the other's stomach, fingers tracing lines over him, he thought his hand looked small. A thought for later he decides, breathing shallow as he enjoys the feel of his skin, warm under his touch and constantly shifting. Soft skin and muscles that tense when he gets somewhere sensitive, thumb brushing in the ridge between his chest and the last bump of muscle, the rest of his hand cupping around his chest. His touch is much softer, eyes following the movements of his hand, more interested in feeling and memorizing the shape of him, creating a sculpture of this man in his mind.

The touch staggers when he has to lift his head, Caleb squeezing his way to the crook of his neck. Fingers twitch, shivers going through his body as he leaves teasing pecks along his neck, breath hitching. Ah, he needs to tell him to be gentle, he needs the man to treat him gently there, where he's too sensitive with scales hidden beneath human-like skin. But he can't bring himself to word those thoughts. Instead, he's only able to breathe, shifting to help get his top off and muscles tense as he teases his sides. Neither did I, he wants to retort, but his head spins with desire and a pink haze as warm hands start roaming over his exposed flesh, mapping him out and Rafayel raises his hands to lay on the bed next to his head, giving the man space to touch him more closely, arching his back so he could reach all parts of him without obstruction. How does he show the pure thrill he gets at being claimed, a gesture so intrinsically embedded in him he can't even explain?

Every touch gets him worked up, brows creasing or a soft gasp, squirming when he touches a sensitive patch of skin. Then he gets to his chest and the younger man makes a confused noise, gasping softly and his hands fly to hold his shoulder. His chest feels tender, his nipples aching when he merely circles them and doesn't touch, teasing him and he feels delirious. Fingers dig into his shoulders with a low whine when he finally presses them down. But it's not enough, he doesn't think it's enough because he wants more. His head shakes no, ears red as his knees bend at the strange reaction. When he feels warmth and wetness envelop them, he cries out with a soft plea, back arching into his mouth and he shakes. "..Ca..leb," he calls, as he seemed to like it when he does, and if he made him happy, would Caleb give him more? Instead, he hisses and jerks back in surprise at the sudden inclusion of teeth, a loud "ow!" passing his lips. Yet his fingers are squeezing his shoulders tightly, keeping him there, toes curled as he glides them up his sheets. It caught him by surprise, but as the sharp pain mellowed, the throb that lingered in the next few seconds felt so good. Again, Caleb's hands wandered but only teased, never going too far and where he ached between his legs.

Do you want me?

"I..." yes, his face turns a deep pink coral shade. Of course he does, if he didn't realize. Otherwise, why would he ever let anyone touch him this intimately, or taste his lips? It takes a moment to realize he was being teased after all, letting out a breathy whine as he now ventures down with his lips instead of his hands. He doesn't mean to be this needy, to expose himself for wanting his touch, starved for the attention he gives. But when he takes his time, sucking, biting, soft kisses, the hand in his hair tugging his hair as he wants, and rough presses of his lips down his neck; giving and revering him and seemingly enjoying his reactions, he can't help himself as his chest rises and falls faster, heat pooling low in his stomach and his legs twitching with the effort to not squeeze tightly around the man. "Caleb," he whispers, stray hands now combing into his dark hair, thumbs against his temples and in his hairline, guiding him to where he liked most. When his teeth graze at the most sensitive parts of his neck, soft 'ah's escape his throat and an ankle hooks on his hip, leveraging him as he bucks his hips up sensually, then urgently, panting as he pulls at him. If Caleb wants him desperate, he will be. Maybe he was too used to being a God, after all. Rafayel was never one to refuse being spoiled on and getting what he wants.

"That's not the only weakness you can find on a Lemurian, Captain." His voice is clear despite the depth of its tone, the breathiness- voice an alluring lilt, no different from a siren that sings words sailors dream of to lure them in. His hand reaches for his wrist and guides it down his torso, gasping little murmurs as he puts his hand to the band on his hips. "I think.. you should venture a bit further..."

caleb is a stubborn one, not being able to stop nor wanting to, noticing rafayel’s movements along with his soft whimpers really did bring a smile to his lips. he feels the warm thumb on his tongue, closing his eyes as his tongue starts swirling around it, sucking and licking softly, allowing the other to speak until it was furiously replaced by the deity’s tongue again. it is when his rhythm changes. slower, enjoying the moment. the desperation and hunger still present but he takes his precious time savoring every single second of it. “you allured me, huh?” he mumbles against his lips, his fingertips softly tracing lines at the sides of his body, showing a little bit of annoyance that there’s fabric in between them, so, those fingers sneak under the hem of his shirt, clawing softly with the tip of his nails, scratching, as if trying to claim it as his. 

his own ragged clothes, exposing his skin. scars from previous battles being seen on his shoulder, arms and back, along with the newly formed ones that kept healing increasingly with every passing second. caleb’s breath is ragged, his chest currently heaving, but he doesn’t move. my sunset. it s probably the first time someone comes with a nickname for him, one that he appreciates considering it is something precious for rafayel. he used to think it’s impossible to feel this way in such short period of time, despite him avoiding him for a month, never considerer that his lessons about lemurian gods were going to be, so explicit. he stares for a moment, purple eyes fixed on the way rafayel lies beneath him. flushed, wanting and offering himself up like he was made for caleb’s hands alone. his tongue flicks over his swollen, red lips, looking so plump just as rafayel's. he savors the taste left behind as the heat still lingers and allowing his grip on rafayel’s wrist to tighten for just a moment before letting them go. they look a bit red because of the pressure applied earlier, but he takes his hands this time, more delicately to drag them down slowly to his torso. he finishes unbuttoning his shirt, the work rafayel started, and places softly his hands there. touch him as well, memorize every inch of skin under your fingers.

“calling my name so desperate, seashell. it suits you.” he murmurs, voice lower this time, rougher even, as he goes down to rafayel’s neck and places a tingling peck there. two, three more. a playful game only to make him shiver on purpose, claiming rafayel’s skin as his. he stops only for a fragment of second to remove that annoying cloth getting in the way of them both, allowing his fingers to brush over his ribs and waist, teasing but never quite settling. he leans in, barely a breath away from his lips, his own hands hovering there, watching the way rafayel tenses in anticipation. “never expected my first encounter with a god to be so intimate.” his hands move slow and deliberate, dragging over his skin as if he was trying to map him, memorizing the shape of his body and the heat that the friction of his palm produced against his skin. his fingers press in, not only feeling but also claiming, to make the lemurian feel how much he belongs to him. "mine." he breathes again, this time with more hunger than before as his lips hover against the other's, stealing a quick kiss as his fingers start spreading, exploring the curve of his chest, feeling the muscle and slowly tracing down to tease his nipples, wanting to hear any type of soft, breathy gasp. caleb lingers there for a moment. circling, pressing, waiting for his body to twitch at the sensation.

he wonders if he enjoys this touch, the idea of sending shivers down his spine being alluring for caleb. though, as his fingertips were only teasing, he decides to get a bit closer and take one of those nipples into his mouth. warm and wet, his tongue swirls around it, lingering a sense of salt water on the tip, yet enjoying every second of it. and well, oh. he seems to be a biter, because he chews softly at it, wanting to see it as flushed as rafayel's face and expecting to send shocks of pleasure towards his body. his hands move for a second at the hem of his pajamas' pants, sneaking behind it, waiting expectantly to see what's below, though, he refrains from doing this by now with the simple and mischievous idea of teasing the other, because it was appealing to him, and because, sort of, he wants the same type of desperation directed towards him as well. caleb knows rafayel is willingly allowing him to treat him this way, he has been blessed with permission to have such sight of this early morning. though, there's something else he wants.

his fingers trail up, slipping into the tangled mess of purple curls, gripping just enough to tip rafayel’s head back, exposing his throat. "i want you. but... do you want me?" caleb takes his time pressing his lips to his skin again. slow, tasting each little reaction. the way rafayel swallows hard, how his breath stutters every time caleb’s lips linger. he even dares to add some teeth, sucking and licking on the red skin as tongue flicks out. a smirk appearing on his lips as a kiss is pressed where he can feel rafayel’s pulse, drinking in every little sound and twitch of his body. he tugs at his hair, pulling him as he wants as hot tongue finds its way on the sensitive flesh of his neck, exposing the skin to him as he sucks gently. caleb soothes the spot with another kiss, over and over again, dragging his mouth down with aching slowness, knowing damn well he has all the time in the world to explore him.

until rafayel’s breathing turns into something desperate, until he’s squirming, until his fingers clutch at his shoulders, pulling, scratiching his skin, begging. only when he feels that, he is going to give in completely. 

[cherry-hulu]

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[jackhkeynes]

How to spell Borlish

I've finally started a proper reference work for Borlish; I've finished the orthography section!

Here are the twenty-seven letters of the standard Borlish alphabet, along with their letter names.

The character ‹ w ›, which is used in foreign words and some names (like Willaum ‘William’), is pronounced like ‹ v › and called vescon ‘second-vee’. There are also some compound characters. The ligatures ‹ æ œ ›, primarily used in Classical loanwords, are called æsc and œthel respectively and pronounced as if written ‹ e ›. The character ‹ ï › is referred to as i jammel ‘twin i’ and pronounced as if written ‹ yi ›.

In the following we will consider ‹ y › to be a vowel when written between consonants and/or word boundaries, and a consonant otherwise.

Consonants

The following letters regularly denote a single phoneme.

Of these, the letters ‹ b d f l m n p r › may appear doubled, which usually does not affect their pronunciation.

abbað joddy affis ollom commet bannir çoppin arrum /aˈbaθ ʒɔˈdi aˈfɪz ɔˈlɔm kɔˈmɛt baˈnɪr tsɔˈpɪn aˈrɪm/ abbot cuppa tip relic ban start toffee cosine

The only exception to this is that ‹ mm nn rr › may denote a single consonant followed by a syllabic consonant. This is the reading when ‹ mm nn rr › occurs word-finally or before a consonant.

yem-m grin-n car-r /ˈjɛm.m̩ ˈgrɪn.n̩ ˈkar.r̩/ get-1p judge-3p seek-inf

The letter ‹ ð › is pronounced /θ/ word-finally and /ð/ otherwise; the letter ‹ x › regularly denotes the phoneme sequence /ks/.

Consider the final six letters ‹ c g h s t y › when they occur alone (not part of a digraph). In this case, the letters ‹ t y › regularly denote /t j/ respectively. The letter /t/ may be doubled, without any effect on its pronunciation.

tien yoc cattin /tjɛn jɔk | kaˈtɪn/ yours husband kitten

The letter ‹ c › is pronounced /ts/ before ‹ e i y › and /k/ otherwise. The doubled ‹ cc › is pronounced /kts/ before ‹ e i y › and /k/ otherwise.

By contrast, the letter ‹ g › may be pronounced as either of /g ʒ/ before ‹ e i y › and is pronounced /g/ otherwise (and similarly for doubled ‹ gg ›).

cigl cuivr bac | gevou genoil tenguð /tsajl ˈkajv.r̩ bak | geˈvu ʒeˈnɔjl tɛnˈgɪθ/ darling copper twig | (watch out) knee bauble

The letter ‹ h › is either pronounced /h/ or is silent (the latter only in some vocabulary inherited from Latin and after vocalic ‹ g ›); The letter ‹ s › is pronounced /z/ in coda position or between vowels, and /s/ otherwise or when doubled.

heu hom augher | bevis bosaç bustr bossir /hau ɔm oˈjɛr | beˈvɪz boˈzats ˈbɪst.r̩ bɔˈsɪr/ mien person tumbler | note gunfire example gent

Consonant digraphs

The six letters ‹ c g h s t y › combine with other graphemes to form digraphs. The sequences ‹ sc ch th › regularly denote the phonemes /x k θ/. The potentially ambiguous sequence ‹ sch › is read /sk/. The sequence ‹ cq › is pronounced /k/.

sclar chym thral schol jalicq /xlar kɪm θral skɔl ʒaˈlɪk/ lightning lymph slave school tuxedo

The graphemes ‹ g y › only form digraphs when combined with vowels, for which see below.

Vowels

Divide written vowels into two groups. Free vowels are either wordfinal or separated from the next vowel in the word by a single consonant grapheme (or one of ‹ sc ch th ›).

choma epu idiocy nothe /koˈma eˈpi ˌi.djoˈtsi noˈθe/ gnome express stupidity illegitimate

Checked vowels are either in a final closed syllable or separated from the next vowel in the word by at least two consonant graphemes.

commun ambasctour sincer /kɔˈmɪn ˌam.baxˈtur sɪnˈtsɛr/ ordinary emissary genuine

Now consider the letters ‹ a e i o u y › when they occur alone (not part of a digraph). When they are free, ‹ a e i o u y › are pronounced /a e i o i i/.

cla vige bro cru try /kla viˈʒe bro kri tri/ key wealthy dude raw turn

When they are checked, ‹ a e i o u y › are pronounced /a ɛ ɪ ɔ ɪ ɪ/.

vindron vampyr effus /vɪnˈdrɔn vamˈpɪr ɛˈfɪz/ vintner vampire extensive

Between a consonant and one of the vowels ‹ a e o u ›, the graphemes ‹ i u › denote the semivowel /j/. The grapheme ‹ u › denotes the semivowel /w/ specifically after ‹ q ›.

diac suet quelt /djak sjɛt kwɛlt/ mic familiar dinner

Vowel digraphs

The digraphs ‹ au eu ou › are pronounced /o au u/ respectively. The rarer ‹ ao eo › share their pronunciation with ‹ eu ›.

taur teun tout | paon theory /tor taun tut | paun θauˈri/ bull scant everything | peacock science

The digraphs ‹ ai ei oi ui › and ‹ ay ey oy uy › are pronounced /e i ɔj aj/ respectively. Intervocalically, ‹ y › does double duty, simultaneously affecting the previous vowel as stated and acting as an onset /j/.

deit joivr | rayon huyaç /dit ˈʒɔjv.r̩ | reˈjɔn haˈjats/ finger frost | sunbeam corruption

The vast majority of coda ‹ g › and some other ‹ g › before consonants form vowel digraphs. Here, the digraphs ‹ ag eg ig og ug aug oug › may be pronounced /ɛj ɪj aj ɔj aj oj uj/ respectively.

bag deg rig pog tug faug voug /bɛj dɪj raj pɔj taj foj vuj/ berry ten queue few passion sickle wrong

However, there are cases where a ‹ g › in one of the above environments is read consonantally.

magr magr | migrar scigrar /ˈmag.r̩ ˈmɛj.r̩ | mɪˈgrar xajˈrar/ rash scarce | migrate redistrict

[andredeyemii]

A B O U T M E P A G E : :

: : name : : Andréa Zarhiya Adeyemi <3

: : nicknames : : zandra, dréa, or zarhia,

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: : baby manifestor; been manifesting since xmas

A C C O U N T : :

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[unastrawberrywolfartist]

My Creation Of: The Camping Episode With Four And Friends (The Fan Created Non Canon BFDI XFOHV Short Episode)

[Opening Scene: A sunny forest day. Four and his friends—Zero, One, Two, X, Three, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, and Ten—are setting up camp. Birds chirp in the background.]

Four: (excitedly) Alright, friends! Time for a camping trip! We’ve got the whole gang—Zero to Ten, plus X! Who’s ready to explore the forest?

Zero: (grinning) I brought my trumpet to play some wilderness tunes!

Seven: (carrying firewood) And I’ve got the fire ready for food. Ramen noodles for everyone!

Ten: (nervously) Uh, cool… but what about wolves? I heard they live in forests.

Two: (cheerfully) Oh, Ten, don’t worry! We’ve got Four to protect us.

Four: (waving a hand) Exactly! Wolves are no match for me. Let’s go explore!

[Montage: The group hikes through the forest, splashing in a stream, climbing trees, and laughing. X trips over a root, Five helps him up, and Nine takes a selfie. The sun sets, transitioning to night.]

[Night Scene: The group sits around a crackling campfire. Seven stirs a pot of ramen noodles, while Three and Six skewer strawberry cream puffs over the flames.]

Seven: (serving bowls) Ramen’s ready! Grab a bowl, everyone!

One: (slurping noodles) This is so good after hiking all day.

Three: (handing out cream puffs) Try these—roasted strawberry cream puffs, fresh from the fire!

Four: (grinning) Perfect. Now, who’s up for a song? (starts singing loudly) “C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song! C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song!” (referencing SpongeBob)

X: (giggling) Four, you’re so extra!

Zero: (pulls out trumpet) Let me add some flair! (plays a loud, off-key tune)

Four: (cringing) Ugh, Zero, that’s awful! (snatches the trumpet and hurls it into the woods) No bad music in my forest!

Zero: (pouting) Hey, that was my masterpiece!

[A distant, eerie howl echoes through the forest. The group freezes.]

Ten: (whispering) W-what was that?

Five: (calmly) Probably just the wind, right?

Four: (dramatically) Oh no, that’s no wind. That’s wolves. Gather ‘round—I’ve got a scary story.

[The campfire flickers as Four leans in, his voice low and spooky.]

Four: Long ago, in this forest, there were algebraic wolves. They howled equations so creepy, campers vanished into thin air! One night, they surrounded a group just like us… and poof—no trace left.

Ten: (shaking) Four, stop! I’m scared!

Nine: (nervous) Uh, is this story real?

Eight: (skeptical) Sounds like Four’s making it up again.

[Another howl, louder this time. Twigs snap in the distance.]

Six: (jumping) Guys, something’s definitely out there!

Four: (grinning) Time to defend ourselves! No sombrero hats, rainbow dresses, ramen noodles, or whisks—those won’t help. We need a real plan!

Seven: (drawing a circle in the dirt with a stick) Here, a circle! Wolves hate circles—it’s geometry 101.

Ten: (panicking) Are you sure that works?!

[A shadowy wolf lunges from the trees! The group screams as it circles them, but it stops at the dirt circle, snarls, and retreats.]

Four: (triumphantly) Ha! Math wins again! We’re safe!

Two: (relieved) That was too close.

X: (panting) I thought we were wolf food!

[The group relaxes, but then another howl—deeper, stranger—cuts through the night.]

Ten: (whimpering) Not again! What’s that now?!

Seven: (shrugging) Just the wind howling. Or wolves. Y’know, forest stuff.

Four: (squinting into the darkness) Not just wolves. That sounds like… something creepy. Holy mother of algebra, is that—

[A silhouette appears on a rocky cliff above, howling dramatically at the moon.]

Four: (shouting) FOURTEEN?!

Fourteen: (waving casually) Hey, campers!

Ten: (screaming) WOLVES AND FOURTEEN?! I CAN’T DO THIS!

One: (hiding behind Five) What’s Fourteen doing here?!

Fourteen: (grinning wickedly) Surprise! Time to get chased, attacked, and eaten! I’ll munch your skin, your bones—everything! Just like the wolves!

[Fourteen leaps down, howling and cackling. The group screams, abandoning the campfire and scattering into the forest as Fourteen chases them.]

Four: (yelling) RUN, EVERYONE!

Zero: (sprinting) I TOLD YOU CAMPING WAS A MISTAKE!

Nine: (panting) MY LEGS CAN’T HANDLE THIS!

Ten: (sobbing) I HATE WOLVES AND FOURTEEN!

X: (tripping again) HELP ME!

[The camera pans back to the abandoned campsite, Fourteen’s laughter and the group’s screams fading into the night. The wind howls one last time as the screen fades to black.]

[End.]

I Hope You Like It.

[nugzzzzzzz]

totally not obsessed with your lust design DEFINITELYYY not wishing that you draw him more *Shoves design in pocket to draw later* that’d be terribleee

SC R E A M S

OHMYGODIFUDOILLCRYSODAMNHARD

I DO PLAN ON MAKING MORE CONTENT FOR HIM IVE JUST BEEN BUSYY 😭✨

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[cleothecat5000]

Rant/Vent

So I recently stopped being friends with a few of my friends. I won't say their names so I will call them by the first letter/ two letters of their names.

So S told me that I have been really bitchy to the group when I literally defended them in an argument against Li and Lo because they recently came out as non-binary and lesbian and Li and Lo threatened to out them to people at school and this went on for 4 months because slightly before this S accidentally spilled one of Li's secrets to Le which then got passed on to A and then eventually me so I defended S then too. And somewhere in the middle of this A decided to go around the group one day and call us shapes based on the shape of our bodies and I stood up for everyone again because that was unacceptable for him to do that because S was struggling to gain weight and I was struggling to lose weight because of a medical condition so I confronted A about it because we were used to him being narcissistic and he thought it was funny so I just told him that it was unacceptable therefore making him cry and go to our head of year who told me and Le to tell A that it wasn't ok to make comments about someone's body so we just decided to stop being friends with him.

Continuing with the Li and Lo stuff. Li started to talk shit about me to S who then told me but left out one vital message

I scribbled out my actual name.

So I continued to defend S without knowing this. But it eventually came to the surface around 3 weeks ago. Slightly after this Lo confessed that she has a crush on one of my friends from primary school but she didn't tell me exactly who it was but it was quite obvious because of how she acts around her, We'll call her R (the previous information is important to remember). R is really nice to everyone and always gives people a second chance so I am worried for her because Lo is extremely manipulative (I know because she managed to convince S to be friends with her and Li again and to drop me). So I think it's time to tell R about the argument but not about Lo's crush because I'm not that much of a bitch also this will sort of be me sort of repaying R for turning my whole year 6 class against my ex J because he decided to dump me because I was off school for 7 months thanks to an undiagnosed medical condition. Oh and I forgot to say that J didn't even bother telling me so I found out through R , E (my current boyfriend and M's ex) and M( E's manipulative ex and my best friend) telling me. My mum happened to know J's mum and he got grounded after my mum told his mum because she knew what I was going through and thought it was a stupid thing to do. But on the upside of this E is much more caring and always makes sure I'm ok.

1) Telling Sc to pretend that I was invisible

M and E broke up because M wouldn't let E go and spend time with his friends during break and lunch and again I defended him because me and M were friends for 2 years until the school had to separate us because M dragged me across the concrete playground by my arms while I was wearing a skirt because I made another friend called Sc. But I made the decision to give her a second chance 4 years later. This happened because me and Sc decided to befriend the new girl in our class in year 4, little did we know Ma was expelled from her previous school for bullying and I was her next target. Over the next 4 months Ma slowly separated me and Sc by

2) Blocking me from sitting next to Sc

3) Telling Sc to choose between me and Ma

So we got the school involved and they separated me from them for the remaining 2 years at primary school.

Relationship/ friendship lengths:

S and me : 1.25 years

Le and me : 1.25 years

Lo and me : 1.25 years

Li and me : 1.25 years

A and me : 1.5 years

E and me : 4 years

M and me : 6 years

Sc and me : 4 years

Ma and me : 1 year

R and me : 5 years

J and me : 1.75 years

Lo and R : 2 years

E and M : 8 years

[do-you-have-a-flag]

it killed me it killed me it killed me

[SC R E A M S]

[kim-dokjas]

[ Constellation, “Observer of Lifetimes” is looking at you]

[ One of their “eyes” have begun to look at you]

[ Do k ja!!! Yo u re fi na l ly l oo k in g af t er yo ur s elf! I gu e ss t he r u mo ur th at yo u o nl y t ak e c ar e o f you r s elf i f its a sc en a ri o i s t r ue…. I ts ti me to a ss i gn m or e sc en a rios !!!]

[ The eye has been forcibly shut.]

[ Apologies . They’ve been particularly pushy and persistent after I’ve woken up…]

[ The constellation, “Observer of Lifetimes” is smiling at you]

[ However, I’m quite glad that you’re taking care of yourself.]

(He sighs, shaking his head.)

Ah, it's fine.. I'm glad you're doing well. I guess I didn't realize how much people like seeing me take care of myself, for whatever reason..

[hyperion1forswagg]

Intro post

Hello! We are hyperion, a silly little minecraft server of blorbos given life. We will now begin killing. death to monarchy.

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mod sephie 🐉

im sephie she/her only please im a semi aquatic dragonborn and a lumberjack sometimes my favourite colour is brown and im a lesbian

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SALUTATIONS. MY NAME IS SARGEANT. YOU'LL KNOW WHEN ITS ME BECAUSE IM QUITE LOUD. THAT IS ALL. BTW MASCULINE PRONOUNCE FOR ME

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Mod Hubert 🕷❄️🥀

My Name is Hubert von Narfidorf, I'm a travelling Merchant and have indulged in the other's Endeavor of running this "Tumblr Blog", the Pleasure's all mine!

Honorifics are "he" and masculine Terms.

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The angel that presided 'oer my birth Said, "Little creature+, form'd of Joy and Mirth, Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth."

Mod Koga 🔥🌑

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My name is Koga, you do not get a last name, He/Him.

Resident immortal Oni of the group. Used to be the main farmer of the village before getting stuck in hell, currently using this blog to maintain interaction with the rest of the group.

Delighted to make your acquaintance, but I'm sure you are all more delighted to meet me.

Greetings, I'm Ghuard. The guard of this village folks have gathered round. Refer to me as your heart desires. Went through many hardships and while I'm currently stranded in the great unknown I might as well give this new app that appeared alongside fantasy WhatsApp a shot. My posts will be tagged with this funky lil guy ->🤺

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hello my wet sludgy beasts my name is griselda and i am a mucky gal, i love the CYCLE and you should too,

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I'm the bad dm my posts are tagged with 🧌, sign off with "bad dm", if you call me bad dm I'll cry

I organize stuff kinda yeah, also play the npcs and other stuff.

I only respond to "bad dm"

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Howdy! I'm Jude Duret.

I'm not really human anymore, but I used to be. I also used to be a stonemason, but it looks like my job has apparently shifted to knowin' about paranormal stuff.

I usually type usin' a

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but not in the intro post for character limit reasons

My preferred terms are she/they

⛤

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mod ???

What the fuck is a Tumblr

Hello, You can refer to me as The Kraken or as ??? either works, as my actual name is unable to be pronounced by most sentient creatures. Sarge told me about this thing called Tumblr used by the land dwellers. I have no idea what I'm doing so I will be asking a lot of questions. I'll sign every post with 🦞

(They/them because I'm neither man nor woman but a secret more sinister third thing)

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[aita-alternia]

&m I (11, nb, violet) t#e &ss#ole for bre&king up t#e trolls I’m &uspisticing for?

J (12, m, indigo) &nd I were moir&ils for over & sweep &nd cur&ted & strong r&pport toget#er. #e underst&nds me better t#&n &nyone in t#e world. We were insep&r&ble - &t le&st, until L (11.5, f, rust) c&me &long. I never liked #er, not even in & bl&ckrom w&y, s#e just sucks. S#e const&ntly m&kes EVERYT#ING &bout #er, &nd J &grees wit# me t#&t #er be#&vior is &nnoying. T#e problem is, #e t#inks t#&t’s #ot. I kept telling #im s#e’s getting in t#e w&y of our muc# more import&nt p&le rel&tions#ip, but #e w&s telling me I w&s just je&lous t#&t #e #&d more t#&n one qu&dr&nt filled &nd I would never find &nyone else willing to put up wit# my bulls#it.

Ok&y, m&ybe I ex&gger&ted on c&lling myself t#eir &uspistice, but re&lly, t#ey need one. T#ey’re &bsolutely not good for e&c# ot#er, not even in & kismesissitude, &nd someone needs to intervene! #e never used to &ct like this! T#ey bot# got m&d &ny time I tried to m&ke t#em be#&ve re&son&bly t#oug#, &nd I’m pretty sure #e only #&tes #er bec&use s#e’s & lowblood, w#ic# is & #orrible found&tion for & kismesissitude.

So… I pitc#-#it on L, just to prove #er bl&ckrom wit# J is & f&d &nd s#e’s not worth #is time. L did bre&k up wit# J… but only bec&use s#e c&ught on to my sc#eming &nd w&nts to be my kismesis inste&d. S#e s&ys if I didn’t like #er in t#&t w&y, w#y would I go t#roug# so muc# effort to fuck over #er &nd J? Well, J found out too, &nd #e broke up wit# me. Now I’ve &ccident&lly become L’s kismesis &nd lost the only troll t#&t &ctu&lly m&ttered to me. L cle&rly didn’t h&te J enoug# for it to l&st t#oug#, so I w&s obviously rig#t!

So &m I re&lly t#e &ss#ole #ere?

[andredeyemii]

hey I just saw ur blog and u really so good

Can u tell what are the affirmations u used to improve ur sc

Can u share subliminals if u have used them too

S E L F C O N C E P T : : part two

:: this is the link to part one btww

:: READ DESC <3

I recommend y'all have a mind saturation routine for your self-concept, but you don't have to for it to work because I didn't actually mind saturate when building sc.

building your self-concept is a lifestyle. it's literally your new mindset so you can't waver because your mindset is built out of your behavioral patterns, environments, knowledge, and lifestyle choices so if you can't say you're pretty, what are you doing in life???

A F F I R M A T I O N S

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I have extreme (type of) beauty.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I am a pretty girl, that's why I deserve ___.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I love myself / everything / everyone.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : my life is too easy / my life is so light.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : manifesting is easy / I'm a master manifestor.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : having / getting (desire) is easy.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : everyone loves me because ___.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I am a princess / God's princess frfr.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I am so grateful that for (things you manifested)

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I am so grateful for (things you want to manifest)

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : I am so grateful for (what a person did for you)

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ : : there's so much abundance out in the world.

G E N E R A L T I P S : :

1.) since mind saturation is a lifestyle brain software, let your beliefs strengthen by connecting it to logic.

(i.e researching, proof based on experiences, other people's stories, or other beliefs : : you're a princess because you believe God is king.)

2.) you don't need to remember worded out affirmations, you can make them up as you go.

3.) do this when you remember and feel like doing it while doing something your dream self would do.

(i.e I play subliminals while walking on the treadmill for an hour while listening to an educational topic on social strategy cuz my dream self is charismatic)

4.) you can listen to subliminals, rampages, music and solfeggio frequencies.

5.) educate yourself for your self-concept. I learn about social strategizing and privilege stacking while using the treadmill.

6.) it's all repitition.

[pumpkinwithextraspice]

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Yup

when your uncle realizes your feelings for your best friend before you do (from @bisexuallsokka) happy prince and the fool day! [ids in alt]