These elusive denizens of the Black Shroud are skilled in the manipulation of aether, their arcane arts allowing them to remain undetected by all but the most determined or gifted of seekers.
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These elusive denizens of the Black Shroud are skilled in the manipulation of aether, their arcane arts allowing them to remain undetected by all but the most determined or gifted of seekers.
Photos: @ahsokatanoss
Costume design from the last few months
Listen I’m flattered that so many queens are into me but it’s so embarrassing for all my flirty dms to have BUSINESS CHAT right at the top. I am but a common hooker I guess
What’s your “winter thing”? Your thing you return to every time it gets too cold, too grey, too sad?
Mine was always, well, cliche, but bear with me; video games. Growing up it was binging Spyro and FFVII every winter through January well through adulthood. Then, I suppose, it became WoW. But since 2016 I really think it’s been Stardew.
It leaves me curious about others; do they resort to the same “warm blankets” in winter? What are they? What do the people I love do to survive the bleakness of winter? What do you do?
What do you even do. You start from scratch how many times and for what? I have no choice but to be okay. I feel frightened and guilty and like I’m dreaming all at the same time.
I gathered all of my strength to leave my relationship and start life over. I found a good job that paid well-I found my dream home. Exactly-*exactly* the home I wanted. I had safe places to meet people as a disenfranchised, traumatized, queer man. Now I’m laid off with an uninhabitable home, and those safe spaces got eaten by the river, alongside my job. I have it so much better off than others, I know that, I am so lucky I have the community and friends I do, that I am safe and for all intents and purposes okay.
But I’m so tired. I am so tired of starting over again. I am so tired.
Runners of fool’s errands
Last time I wanted to post here I was at my lowest. I was thinking of using this as a private place to express that I wanted it to end.
But somehow I persisted. Somehow I held on, and now there is so much hope why I don’t know what to do with it.
I’m going to make it. I’m about to do the hardest thing I have ever done, but I will live through it. I’m am excited for it.
characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood
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Okay, so I got my rest, a week vacation to myself. Now I have to hit the ground running. It’s going to be different this winter. I’m going to succeed.
DO I SEEM ANXIOUS TO YOU?
DO I SEEM BACKED INTO A CORNER?
Deleted these because I’m a wussy but now you have to look at him again
But if your favorite character isn't on the floor panting and dying and in horrible pain in a terrible situation then what's even the point