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Sorry I’ve been away, friends. I hope to return at some point, but consider this an official, semi hiatus, notice.
Thank you to those who have stayed <3
Sorry I’ve been away, friends. I hope to return at some point, but consider this an official, semi hiatus, notice.
Thank you to those who have stayed <3
Sorry I've been away, friends. I hope to return at some point, but consider this an official, semi hiatus, notice.
Thank you to those who have stayed <3
i’m going to go do some stuff on @corbelllator! :)
Teresa by blue-hamu
( vikevamp )
“I also want to sleep it off. I don’t know what to do now.”
A brow quirks. All too opposite choices and all too opposite characters trying to decide upon them.
"Sleep is not exactly necessary, I suppose." pause, no further words seem to come, though she lets her mouth momentarily open. It closes again, just as slowly.
“why would you believe in something that isn’t there?”
Sat in otherwise silence, the pair had come to the decision of conversation. How this question arrived at the forefront was in itself a mystery. How he felt on it was less so, at least, judging from the way the forgemaster spoke. Warrioress was always keen on tone and inflections, but none the less, she still struggled to comprehend much when it came to sociability.
"I cannot see them, but I can feel their touch," propped upon her elbows, a hand comes up from the soil, stirring dust. "the very breath of nature and of the beasts that live within. I do not need a physical, single, manifestation of each to know that they are there." dull hues have come to point in his direction, gaze gentle, but holding true to emotional standing.
Dahlia had long given up the notion that one deity could rule all of this, particularly when there were so many that did his work, in his name, for their own selfish and greedy reasons. That would call it the work of God when, in reality, God himself likely looked upon them with shame. No, it was much preferred to look at the world in a manner of give and take, in flow and stagnancy. Each coin had two sides and no one should be granted the ability to control both outcomes.
"And what of you, Hector? Surely you must believe in something you cannot touch."
leather
mention of @gildedhusband
Between calloused fingers of the young girl is held a patch of fresh leather. It had been curing within their farm for, what seemed like, an age longer than she could have lived. It's very existence was rare in a world run by furs and heavy, burlapesque, cloths and oh was she so pleased even to have it in her possession. Her companion, Lord Bartholmew, had brought it to her in it's earlier stages, promising its craftability and outcome would be just for her. All too soon, after another sparse few months, she would be wearing their piece -- Her very own armor set.
The thought of what it could become was enough to make Dahlia giddy.
Excitement ran warm up her spine as she jumped for joy. A stablehand, of whom she's forgotten the man of, approaches her from the back to retried the rare gem for its departure, though she finds it hard to release the fabric to him. "Be careful with it! --" she calls to the mans back, scampering toward the door of which he would exit. Lolo would be awaiting her within the estate and she ought not keep him waiting, no matter her excitement.
Weeks would pass by far too slowly. Like the agonizing tick of her own boot in the dirt, Dahlia spent what time she could preparing for the coming of her special gift. Much of it was spent trying to find just the right PAIR for it, tactile wise. Would cotton do? Perhaps something heavier would be necessary ... Maybe Lolo had something planned already! Like a little jitterbug, she paced from home, to Bartholomew's estate and back again. Day in and day out, just when Dahlia thought the waiting would finally take her life away ---- It arrived.
The parcel itself was not so pretty. Coated here and there by ash and coal dust, likely more from transit than the craft of the wooden crate. The young girl sat before it with hands clasped, her heart fluttering faster and harder than it ever had before. Never had she felt such a rush. Beside her was means of opening the box, a prybar constructed completely of wooden boards. She took to work hastily, pulling from the wreckage a pair of hand and forearm guards as well as a single shoulder. It was sole with intention, it's strap meant to be the sheath which held her sword when not in use. The gift was absolutely perfect.
For the following week, there was nothing more that she cherished, nor quite wore out, like this treasure. She keeps it, though she has long outgrown it, as a memento.
the french version of ‘wake me up’ by aviicii is 100% dahlia aesthetic if there ever was such a thing
‘ I WILL GRANT THE MASTER’S WISH. ‘ ↳ ©
MONSTER FACTORY: THE FINAL PAM STARTERS. may contain strong language and dark themes.
❝ i’m doing my best over here. ❞
❝ how… deep are we gonna get here ? ❞
❝ you have no idea how nasty it’s about to get. ❞
❝ holy shit– no! don’t smile ! ❞
❝ daddy like a pretty baby. ❞
❝ is this what you had in mind my brother ? ❞
❝ fuck me running, holy shit. ❞
❝ you’ve gotta get the fuck out of here dude ! ❞
❝ it looks like you guys are having sex. ❞
❝ i’ve been meaning to ask you something for a long time now. ❞
❝ why not both ? ❞
❝ i’m gonna be in a deep depression for the next few minutes. ❞
❝ oh my god, you made it. ❞
❝ let me show you the world– oh fuck. ❞
❝ hold on! mommy’s coming ! ❞
❝ there we go, boom goes the dynamite. ❞
❝ just let me do the thing ! ❞
❝ you remind me of a lover i once took. ❞
❝ those shoes ? those slacks ? so crisp ! ❞
❝ holy shit it’s better than i could’ve ever imagined ! ❞
❝ this is some spooky, badass, bloodborne shit. ❞
❝ yay ! jumping for joy ! ❞
❝ that’s what he would’ve wanted. ❞
❝ pobody’s nerfect. ❞
❝ silly playboy. ❞
❝ what’s going on in his mouth zone ? ❞
❝ is it broken ? did you break it ? ❞
❝ oh my god. ❞
❝ can we just try to be cool in here ? ❞
❝ class action lawsuit– filing it today ! i’m starting my own firm ! we’re gonna take this thing down ! ❞
❝ i’m kinda sick of this shit. ❞
❝ oh– no no no, we’re just having quiet time. ❞
❝ if this doesn’t work, i’m going to be genuinely– very sad. ❞
❝ we have created a deathless world ! ❞
❝ no one will acknowledge my existence. ❞
❝ we’re all just floating, soulless. ❞
❝ oh– i’m applying a thick layer. ❞
❝ until he is observed, he’s in there. ❞
❝ this hulk really revs my engine. ❞
❝ if we just keep it like that, this could be anything. ❞
❝ i’ve got you turned around all higgledy-piggledy. ❞
❝ the force of these things being birthed from my womb is gonna push me through the ceiling. ❞
❝ wow, i did fuck those up. ❞
I miss writing over on @corbelllator and I may make myself do stuff over there so I don't lose the muse. I'm getting out of control creation wise and I can't do that to myself again
After December 17
So, remember how I said I was working on a succubus cosplay for the sole reason of making videos on tiktok? so, i found a fc and i’m putting her on my multi sideblog that i swear i will be writing on soon.
Here she is! :D <3
Slowly developing a succubus oc for the sole reason of making funny videos on tiktok.
Her name is not decided upon yet, but I kind of like ...
Luna.
Or Orvynnia.
Yeah, Orvynnia.
Send “Hold on, please.” for my muse to die in your muse’s arms.