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[asterias]

          ✦✩★☾ ❝ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʀs.❞

                                                            - ᴀᴜʀᴇʟɪᴏɴ sᴏʟ.

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[terraene]

help a gal out and spread the promo if you can?

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[asterias]

          ✦✩★☾ ❝ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʀs.❞

                                                            - ᴀᴜʀᴇʟɪᴏɴ sᴏʟ.

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[asterias]

          ✦✩★☾ ❝ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʀs.❞

                                                            - ᴀᴜʀᴇʟɪᴏɴ sᴏʟ.

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[forcedmessiah-blog]

ironic how the one who doesn’t believe in anything becomes the hero. the chosen one. the messiah. the god. whatever it takes to be respected and admired. they will play any part deemed suitable, uncaring if it gives those who truly need a savior more empty / blind faith. everything to them is fake and nonexistent, their being itself was built upon lies, so whats wrong with adding more oil to an outrageous pyre ? ( independent original canon character. caution warning for frequent religious themes / imagery. written by sal. )

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread. 

[flieuthi]

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

* written by eevee / pan / bread.