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[veearrifarrariboom]

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What happened last night?

[savior-pallas-official]

Pallas here to be a bitch

Hi! I’m Pallas, and it took me a long time to get here…

So be grateful I guess?…

I don’t know?.. I was told I should come here because I belong here? Apparently I’m part of some stupid little mission that I really don’t care about, like I’m saving others? How? By existing. Honestly doesn’t seem that bad! Though I do get hella bad migraines. Or headaches, not use to being an alive being.

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Hello! Mod here, here’s some info for everyone since I’m trying to make a pinned post. (GASP????(let me be sarcastic))

Pallas is a roleplay blog for the spaceverse community! All the lore you need to know for this blog is that Pallas is three moons merged into one, but Pallas being their own alive being. Basically, Pallas is being used to save three souls with her own soul. Now she won’t die, yet.

(does that make sense? I’ll fix it later or smth)

Anons are welcomed to chat with her! Actually since this is a Roleplay blog, anons are kinda needed- So yes! Come here and start your own lore. Even if you’re not a member it doesn’t mean you can’t roleplay! You can come on and just be a bitch to Pallas! (Only rules are don’t be weird, mean too mod, and understand that there are times where I won’t allow something) you can also chat with the three souls (Rhea, Titania, Triton) 

Other gimmicks or roleplay blogs are allow to join in as well, same rules apply, except you can’t chat with the three, only notice their presence, no directly talking to them.

(YES YOU ANONS ARE ALLOWED TO CREATE YOUR OWN LORE AND JOIN IN ON THE FUN, BE A BITCH, BURN PALLAS, OR BE NICE AND SEND HER TO CALIFORNIA WHO CARES???? NOT ME)

General info about mod:

(Main blog: @not-decided-star)

Minor!! (That means don’t be fucking weird)

Aroace 

I go by all pronouns for I give don’t give a shit

Mentally unstable 

Probably has bpd but who knows

Uhhhhh there you go! Have fun and burn Pallas to the ground, it would be funny.

I will try to tag stuff correctly! So please correct me if I miss something or anything or that sorts.

[dreamcloud12]

A new art type

It's like a weirdcore/scary vibe to it

maybe in your mind what will it look like

what does it look like to you

a sunset

a sunrise

Or something else

Voting ended onOct 31, 2023

[wanderingfandoms]

I’ve had this in my drafts since May. I wanted to collect more boyfriend photos and post one of those POV thingies in good fun but now everything has been erased. I regret not collecting more but at least I’ll have these. (I deleted one photo in this set. It was that controversial photo of him raising his arms infront of a building. Funny how people loved that picture before but now its being used against him)

[sunlight-horizons]

Sunlight Horizons #90

All of Equestria just for one decent night’s sleep...

[tracynade]

this looks so old and its literally coming apart on Nino

I love it

[chestofoddities]

I went back to my notes from ~5 years ago and managed to find this I wrote about Azazel.

There is darkness, a lot of it; but there is also light to his being. He doesn't dwell in duality though. He instead possesses a deep multifaceted nature and energy. He is deep darkness with no malice to it, but it's in effect so deep it can turn uncertain and a bit scary. His light is visible but seems far away, somewhere unreachable by any other than him in his very darkness. His shadow is heavy and is his most reliable ally. He suffers but is not prey of his pain. He is tears and sacredness. He is divinity itself and it's hard to understand what he's yet to become, and what he's come to be. His name is soaked in blood and appears to me like the flame/fire of a distant but deep sunset, full of emotion and emanating the sacredness and simplicity of his nature. His name is both orange and red. It also appears to me like a feather, a single, fallen feather. He smells faintly of metal powder and echoes the sound of a burning hot sword being worked, and the hammer clashing against the hot metallic surface, just as an image mirrors the memory. I can almost taste dry blood in my mouth and his light is more visible by the minute. He is sacred, he is divine, but he is also scorn. The golden angel, who pulls and extends the golden thread. He is neither saviour nor doom, but mixes both concepts in a weird syncretism. Gold and silver seem suitable though they are not his sacred metal. He is the head of the illuminated goat whose halo is proud and bright, for worth was acquired through sacrifice. He is kindness but also selfishness. He is shadow and light and something far more beautiful yet darker than that. He is individuality. He is himself. There's a lot of dark hidden red, but I can't seem to quite see or touch it. He is the melody of the despair of existence itself and the conflict it arises. He is transition, or something akin to that. He is a guide and sometimes walks in steps that seem aimless but only he knows better.