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✨ Videogames: Fnaf, Omori, subanatica, Assasins creed, Control, Neva, mc, Fortnite, rdr2, bg3, DATV, splatoon, Skyrim, date everything, phasmophobia, Marvel rivals, Dave the diver, planet crafter, roblox, and more.
✨ Shows/movies: kpdh, The Pitt, tlovm, The mighty nein animated, mcu, bluey, aos, toh, sao, JJK, dungeon meshi, scream, mlp, arcane, descendants, Agatha all along, Stranger things, Killing eve, BNA, httyd, She-ra, MHA, The L word, the list goes on.
Plays/Musicals: Beetlejuice, Heathers, She Kills Monsters, Six, The Skin of Our Teeth, Firebringer, The Spongebob Musical, (there are more i am blanking.)
✨ Music: Billie eilish, Nep, Lemon Demon, Blackpink, Jack stauber’s micropop, Searrows, FINNEAS, Tyler, The Creator, Missy Elliot, Doechii, Chappell Roan, BBNO$, (again, the list goes on)
Okay there was some issues with the verification process so i fixed it, everyone should be able to gain access to the server now but plz reach out if you cant :)
Add "Vaelus got the mourning veil she wears off the body of her sister Maywyn" to the pile of insane reveals that got buried under the sheer amount of everything else occurring in episode 30
my circle have been completely abuzz about the delilah comic and our favorite cerberus assembly cameos. im still not over chinbeard lud. so it sent me down my usual bear rabbit hole lol. please enjoy my fat hairy dilf 💙🧸
just me, writing snippets of Vaelus and Hannan in the woods because my heart is still wrapped in jasmine and alpine loam.
“I feel like I’m walking through a secret,” she murmurs, unsure if she will be heard; unsure if she wants to be heard.
But his footsteps slow to a stop and when his eyes smile at hers, something her chest aches. There are too many unspoken questions caught in how he holds her gaze, too many answers in the tears that stain his cheeks. It would be so easy to reach out, trace the warmth of his lips, map the strange wooden unfamiliarity of his body. A worship that demands, for once, nothing in return.
