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(she/they) (old enough for a dirty shirley) known to mortals as Sterling/Chili I post silly and spooky guys

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Chili Card

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We report: it is not very late yet, but the cloud cover is such that it is already completely dark. The snow is falling in slow motion, the path of each flake impossible to predict, and we do try. We find in the snowfall the sound of the ocean at night, immense and quiet.

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Join the Park Service today!! All applications will go through the Great Sight

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had a random burst of energy and did this :' D

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Loved the movie- I think Mark's acting could use just a bit more work but thats about all the criticism I have! Doing an entire movie with just one set is so hard and I think it was pulled off really well!

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What do you do when your coworker is so incompetent that he gets you and all your other coworkers pinged by the fantasy equivalent of the Catholic church

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// the wolf loves with teeth and claw //

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I must be online I must be online I must exist in the digital universe to say I exist in the physical

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Lesbian harpies :)

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“What would you have me do?”

“Sacrifice.”

“What?”

“Everything.”

Solarrian paladins are few and far between. They are the devout and merciless enforcers of Solan, the Devouring Sun. Although the paladins themselves are of rarer quality, their order spreads all across the lands of Ivalis. Even now, as these words are being written, the seven pointed star of Solan rises above the ashes of burned empires.

Kairos was born into this world- cradled by hymnals and coddled by scripture. But despite how much he tried, how much he prayed, something sour always seemed to squirm in his stomach. His heart was too soft for the damning flame.

In the story Kairos has just begun his pilgrimage to Mt. (insert cool name here), the end all be all for anyone worth their salt in the eyes of Solan. The ultimate test. The final sacrifice.

He expected sacrifice. He didn’t expect Aresti- a homeless, cursed, thieving vagabond that never really knows when to shut up… to change everything. Afterall, what is life worth if it’s not yours to live?

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Character Time!

If you're short on cash and lost in the ruins, Aresti is your guy. He'll lead you to safety before you even realize he stole everything on your person. A scounrel, a rogue, a thief- Aresti is just waiting for the shoe to drop. Someday, he hopes, he won't have to run anymore.

He’s just a lil guy

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Character Profile!

This is Sterling- my fursona/persona on the internets

She’s an isis moon moth but specifically the blue/purple moths that (might be photoshop edited who knows).

She’s a big stoner and skateboarder who spends her free time playing videogames and writing stories. (TW: she mains ironman in Rivals )

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As of right now the world might be ending

At least, the known world. The comfort that is kin to us and alien to others. Sci-fi always felt magical and strange. A distant, mechanical hellscape of humanity's worst creations. Protagonists were pillars of individuality, of goodness, of resistance. They opened their eyes to the flesh and bone of existence. These distant landscapes were notably barren- or corrupt by some governmental power. In our cocoons of prehistoiric digitalization, before phones, before internet, all of this seemed... well you get the idea. Sometimes, Oftentimes, It feels like these fantastical worlds are no longer confined to the writers' room. The sci-fi stories of our youth have become real in the most terrible of ways. The next world war will be fought on our soil, using terminators and the corpses of laborers. Will I be buried in a coffin? Or will my body be forced to contribute to the ever-howling scream of corporate productivity. My nights are filled with 5 second stories- accounts- information Information Information Information The Earth is dying The people are starving Perfection and automation is the goal. HuMans are flawed in nature. We the People We the People We are people. Was my phone always connected to my flesh? It has become harder and harder to remain positive. Information Information Information But I Must.

I must look for sunlight. I must seek it out desperately and feverishly. I will crawl across this wired Earth in search of soil. I will kick and scream and wail till my hands are bleeding. For I bleed red.

I will fight to feel again. I will bare my teeth like the animal I am and finally feel the grass between my fingers.

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Working on a project with some friends :)

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pray to your gods

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getting on my knees now-

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The Parasitic King

A disease, a false god, a blight- Morgul's influence infests the dark, rotten crevices of the world. Always starved. Always consuming. Followers of Morgul frequently engage in ritualistic consumption of raw meat and sewer water. They are always found in close, tight-knit, writhing cloisters. They cannot survive without each other. They cannot survive without new flesh.

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Scary Bunny 🐰

Artfight of bammboolin's Clove Warren! (follow them on twitter and insta!)