#powcreations

[iheartfurrympreg]

[boxofoxberry]

an average tuesday, really

[criticalroleenby]

Cherri’s Not a Mage

Call me crazy, but I think I’ve figured out something

Cherri’s not a mage

I was watching Graecie’s BF tutorial video and when selecting her special knight ability she hovered over one of the other options, and I thought “I’ve seen that ability name before…”

If you look at the options, there’s 7 knight abilities, but there’s only (allegedly) 6 knights!

In the announcement, it never actually called Cherri a mage, just “Princess” and we filled in the blanks

Additionally, I thought it was weird that there’s no fire magic spells for the rest of the mages, and THIS IS WHY! CHERRI’S NOT A MAGE, SHE’S A KNIGHT!

Am I crazy?! I’ve not seen anyone mention this! Am I the only one who’s noticed?

[poppitron360]

If Vampires was the Yaoi SMP and Bannerfall was the Yuri SMP, Pantheon gotta be the AroAce SMP. Like to charge reblog to cast.

[cassandra41924]

SKIN REVEALS SKIN REVEALS I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL SKIN REVEALS !!!!!

Yes its screenshotted from cherris stream. yes im obsessed immediately

[xkaru-karux]

STOP THROWING SEASONING AT PEOPLE

i love this series. ive watched every pov, cant wait till sunday

[bramblebush1]

Scott Goldsmith

[bekyamon]

This is the poem that bf!bek sent to bf!el! I was jokingly saying that bf!bek wrote poetry while in character, but decided to put my money where my mouth is. I don't write poetry much so was just messing around but would like to see what you make of it! Posting here for the literary analysis girlies xo

for those who care, it's structured as a shakespearean sonnet or as close to it as I could manage. also a female swan is known as a pen!

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When pierced by needle, doth pillow protest? Nay, for beyond the sharpened point it wields, ‘Gainst sapphire cloth the needle holds no contest, When with enthusiasm soft fibres yield.

‘Tis not to say the weapon cannot wound; For many a cry it wrings from feeble foe: Upon its thread its victories are festooned, When crimson rivulets from fingers flow.

But as it weaves through fabric, feather-down, Both know it cannot injure, rend nor tear; No purchase in the plumage, it would drown: A single scarlet strand must hold it there.

Yet needle seeks sweet plumage, fraught with fear; Perhaps the pen is mightier than the spear.

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