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The Mortal Usher, by eldrtchmn (x).
The Pathfinder Agent known as “the Mortal Usher” is an Oracle of Bones chosen by the Goddess of Life, Death, and Prophecy: Pharasma. Her adventures began in 4709 AR in the small town of Kassen, in Nirmathas. Over the following decade, she traversed Golarion and made a name for herself as an adventurer and hero. But by 4718, she’s sick of being meddled with by prophecies that don’t come true, and tired of losing the people who mean most to her.
Halide turns her eyes to the Worldwound to make her last stand–and to decide her own fate, once and for all.
I’m over the moon with this commission of my Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous Commander, Halide! You can read more about her here, along with some drabbles about her leadership and romance through the game. eldrtchmn was a joy to work with on this commission and absolutely went above and beyond to deliver a piece I absolutely adore!
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I strive to be like a night vale resident
• talks about unsettling things as if the norm
• strange and unusual
• appear in nightmares
• had my mother warn me about mirrors
• follow a strange belief system that has been passed down but the origin of is unknown
Art by Yoshitaka Amano
best m/f dynamic is a flamboyant bisexual show-off desperately in love with an extremely practical girl who’s difficult to impress 🤩
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Thought crimes of course aren’t real but uh. We know those aren’t just thoughts anymore once you’ve posted them publicly, yeah?
Then they’re just crimes.
sure, fictional crimes since nothing happened and no one was hurt. should we put the fictional handcuffs on? "sorry, you wrote about murder which is illegal, go spend 20 years in mind jail"
For a minute there I thought I might have to break up with From.
We're good though. We're...*sigh of relief*...good.
Its a random ask, but...... give me 3 dress for Vicoria!
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Oh Tea one of my favorite things yippeee
She’d slay in anything but I LOVE that middle one so much and the pose is very Victoria core too
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i saw a reference and i couldn't resist pathetic william here you go
grell with a blahaj !!!
falling in love is so fucking stupid. everything on earth is glowing honey-bright. i am easily charmed by small things. i am obsessed even with the shadow formed by her eyelashes. i can't get over the magic of this: that humans can feel something like this.
and yeah in the history of humanity we still can't seem to talk about it enough. because i can tell you about it - about her - and it won't surround the experience. it can never be big enough.
i am feeling something people have maybe always-felt. who knows when the first person fell in love. i am also feeling something that feels new and silly and extreme. like maybe we're the first people to really understand it, truly.
i know the science of it; why her smell is so good to me (something about our compatible genes). oxytocin and whatever hormones. and still it is incredible - i didn't think my body did this kind of thing. i thought it was an invention of romance-book marketing.
things make sense that didn't make sense before. songs about how love is an addiction or possession or insanity. orpheus had to turn around, of course he did, i would turn for her too, just to see. my mom and i watch a rerun of a murder mystery; for the first time i understand the line he did it for love - instead of being trite, it feels like a genuine tragedy.
and of course i am feeling the same way millions of people have maybe felt and know i cannot write enough about it, that it won't quite surrender to poetry. why do i think i'm gonna be the one who can finally communicate this thing that resists definition so ardently. this girl in my kitchen, humming. who walked so casually into my life. this girl pulls the rain down from even a cloudless sky.
what i can say is that i feel something impossible, and stupid. what i can say is that nothing about this is unusual, and yet i am so caught in it that i keep waiting for some terrible evil - something so good surely must come with some kind of retribution.
we get high and watch zombies 4 (it's terrible). the main characters sing a song about love; how theirs feels wild and impossible. the kind of thing i used to think was insipid, bad writing. baby that's us, she says into my ear.
that's us, she says, but with us the true love thing is actually real.
It's not lobotomy it's loboto-us comrade
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