the song of a god

astarion defender named 𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐞

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alune / carcosa. i write fic sometimes. i’m 20+. i made this account to reply to comments left on my fic.

header & icon.

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THE CLERITH TEA ?

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love & deepspace mutuals ADD MEEEEEE

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just found out people used my works to train generative ai & i just want to say: you have room temperature iq & you need to find talent for yourself rather than being a lazy fuck

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thinking !! intensely !! at how cait probably interprets ambessa placing her as the figurehead declaring martial law is probably giving her the power to fight back against jinx/her traumas but ambessa is going to take all that power for herself & use cait as a tool for her own ambitions . . . . . .

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so can i...not play with the mods i want on bg3 ?? im so confused .

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heyy [twirls hair in a mentally ill fashion]

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my antidepressents & antipsychotics have stolen my abiliity to write but at the very least, i am no longer seeing the outside melt so mayhaps i am Cured

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Something is wrong with the outside and I don’t want to look at it anymore because it’s melting

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I think maybe something is wrong because outside doesn’t look like the right outside and it keeps moving & shifting and I don’t recognize the trees!! They’re not my trees

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personally i think marty & rust should have kissed at least once

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HELP THE PORN BOTS ARE BACK

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post-writing longfic sorrows. what do i do now. ( i shamelessly write smut. )

[strawberrycircuits]

"to be loved is to be changed" but as in a horrific unasked for transformation. 🤍. btw.

[petaltexturedskies]

She reminded me of a woman lying down in snow. Just lying down for a little while, she was so tired. She'd been walking so long, she just wanted to rest, and it wasn't as cold as she thought. She was so sleepy. It was the surrender she wanted. To stop fighting the storm and the enveloping night, to lie down in whiteness and sleep. I understood.

Janet Fitch, from "White Oleander," originally published c. July 1999

[jinaxxo]

shadowheart 🖤

[mothprincess]

Sylvia Plath, from “The Moon and the Yew Tree,” Ariel