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[gashface]

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

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Chapter 2

Every moment I stay is another chance lost, another piece of myself fading. Then I feel her touch, light but deliberate on my thigh, and a cold fear settles in. I have to remain calm, focus elsewhere.

???: My heart aches for you, a lost soul. Let me help

Odilia: Cut it out Mara. He's not staying, so get a grip.

What would happen if I followed this Mara girl? Both Odilia and her are from here, and Odilia seems to hate me—or something about me that I cannot see. Regardless, I need to get out.

Agnes: MARA!! I CAN HEAR THEM, COME QUICK

The nurse came rushing out, shouting for Mara in a crazed state, claiming something, or someone was there, but nothing had changed from what I could see, and Odilia remained unmoved.

Odilia: Good idea Mara, run along, your little friend needs you

[GIF OF MARA PUSHING ODILIA'S SHOULDER]

[onecalypso]

The one who despised destiny plucked a young girl from the hand of fate. Once she had grown up, she too saved a child ensnared by providence.

[sodamania]

ive been sketching stupid forsaken stuff lately and honestly im going crazy

and yeah its me in the last four sketches

[stochastique-blog]

Experiment - Automatic Random_Reblog - Ask me !

“HOME ON THE MOVE” (architect’s version)…….It was a decision of a lifetime when I decided to hook on to a handsome young officer of the INDIAN ARMY. The instability took it’s toll soon and the frequent moves never allowed me to design my own abode. But life as they say is the biggest experience. As I have grown to love the volatile environment that comes with these unsung heroes I soon discovered some treasures and came across some of the unbelievably gifted designers (not by qualification but mind you MUCH MORE than that), the army wives. The way these “homemakers” have transformed their houses seems beyond normal. They are no less magicians who adorn multifaceted invisible hats. Today we begin a series dedicated to these gorgeous ladies “WEDDED TO THE OLIVE GREENS” and their shining bright and frequently changing addresses. We intend to discover some hidden treasures and immense talents enroute. Stay with us as we begin our journey into the HOMES ON THE MOVE…A’ tout de suite #armyhomes #lifeonthemove #designerwives #talentedladies #loveforcountry #housedesigning #creativehomes #diydesigners #magiciandesigners #sankhedafurniture #mudart #myseries #architecturaljournalism https://www.instagram.com/p/CAwRgmCl2Af/?igshid=1ii1wdk5gognz

[euphorictruths]

Faerie Dragon- Jon Carraher

[barbed-snile]

Sure buddy just don’t look at the 350+ chapter count

[transingthoseformers]

Can you imagine if the deeper you went underground in Cybertron, the louder / more clearly you could hear Primus??

[mythologypaintings]

The Fates Gathering in the Stars

Artist: Elihu Vedder (American, 1836–1923)

Date: 1887

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago, IL, United States

Description

Elihu Vedder depicted the three Fates of Greek mythology working the thread of life: Clotho spins the thread, Lachesis fixes its length, and Atropos cuts it at the appointed time of death. Their symbolic tools—spindle, distaff, and shears—rest in the foreground, emphasizing the Fates’ decisive role in matters of life and death. Vedder adapted this painting from an illustration he had designed for an 1884 publication by Edward FitzGerald—a translation of the work of 11th-century poet Omar Khayyám, The Rubáiyát. Vedder was attracted to mysterious, visionary subject matter. Here, he explored metaphysical questions of life, death, and afterlife, subjects at the core of Khayyám’s poetry.

[elmodoescrimes]

Regulus in his denial era blushing uncontrollably whenever James looks at him, and failing to gaslight his friends into believing he doesn't.

[dramaticallytotal]

Do you think Noah taught Nana how to 'talk', like as a trick, and that she does it at random when she sees the gang feeling down or wants a treat. So sometimes it looks like she's talking, but she really doesn't.

-💫

Oh my god, yes! Absolutely! The gang is so used to it, but when Alejandro joins and sees it happen, he is dumbfounded because the gang responds to Nana as if she actually said something.

[gashface]

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ

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Chapter 1

Lying among the bedbugs, I listened as echoes drifted down the empty hallways.

The room was packed with chipped, forgotten trinkets and broken knick-knacks.

A damp, musky smell filled the room, clinging to the walls like mildew. As I lay, a sharp screech tore through the halls, jolting me upright. Heart pounding, I barely had time to catch my breath before a hard, deliberate knock echoed against the door, rattling the thin wood in its frame.

"Come in," I called, my voice steady but tense. Silence. I repeated, louder this time, "Come in." My eyes stayed glued to the door, waiting for the handle to turn. But instead, the walls seemed to breathe, groaning as cracks widened, splitting open slowly, as if they themselves were coming alive. Then, from the darkness of the fractured wall, a figure began to emerge—a disfigured woman, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles, bones cracking with every movement.

Quentin: "What the..."

[redrockbluerock]

Happy Lance Day (with variant)

[the---hermit]

Having to send an email to get infos regarding a package that was supposed to be delivered yesterday and the only thing I can think about is the shoot from the hip letter of complaint to fedex, my brain has finally broken.

[szollibisz]

The only thing that can save me now is drawing owen carvour in a cunty little outfit

[v1x-holo]

Pspsps twf fans pspsps I have food for ya >:]

[rockcandysupreme]

lil lance edit i did n sharing now cus its lance day

also its pride month so uhhh yeah pride flags