#sylvanium

[sylvanium]

Get Ready For Christmas When You Are NOT In The Mood, ft. 2022:

my mom: non-planned baking a shit ton of candy, huffing and puffing how she hates that, while listening to Abba and Depeche Mode on full volume

my sister: cleaning the house like crazy, no music, just True Crime podcast and hundreds of episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., lighting up a ginger spice-scented candle with a 'BURN IN HELL' inscription

me: packing gifts in goofy dinosaur paper and baking cookies for the whole family, decorating the batch of gingerbread (so we have a Stripper, a Borat and two Mortally injured gingerbreads because no one was watching me) while listening to old-school power metal band Axxis and my ultimate Christmas song 'All I Want For Christmas Is Beautiful People’, mentally preparing myself for another chapter of cats vs. Christmas tree 2022 edition

me: “Okay. This is fine.”

[whatevers-inconvenient]

thank you Alica @murobrown for the tag 💕 here's five songs i've been listening to lately

add yours if you want 🐈‍⬛ @the-man-who-would-be-king @upthebrackets @sylvanium @pvnk-bitch 💗

[landsofaruin]

Faunius, God of Shepherds and Love

"Many of the members of The Family are unique and powerful but none so much as the Lord of Shepherds. His power is mighty but often neglected by my brothers in the priesthood, he is treated as simply the god of the flock, the minor son of Moros, Bearer of Death and Ieustius, the Word of Justice. So true then is his great irony, the dichotomy of civilization and the Wild. My brothers have ignored the truth that those among the fanatics of this god know, he is a lord of multiples. He is keeper of the beasts AND the Lord of the Wilds, providing freedom for those who have none. He of the Wildheart can see into his followers, for he too was once mortal due to the jealous wrath of the Dragon Goddess, dreaded, Hierona. Great Faunius is more than a god, he is a savior, guiding Altrians back to their ancestral state of wild creatures. He can release all you hide inside yourself, no fear, no pain, only the wild pleasures of the world around us. His groves embody an untamed wild, flowers bloom even in the desolate snow, animals flock and make merry, Daimon of nature embody the elements around the sacred grove and his followers make a joyful sacrifice in his name, a fruit of the loins. Joyful union. I have forsaken my priestly flock for the ascetic vestments of the Sylvanium his Veratatum (fanatical ascetics of a god) I will drink in the love of nature and life, make merry with all i meet, and spread the nectar of my god to those who would be left behind. I will spend my nights in union with my lord, his hands upon my soul like no other, Praise he of the Wildheart, Praise the Lord of the Wilds, Praise Faunius!" "Graffiti of the heretic" a poem by former Hierophant Dio, 500 PI