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ꙅɘiʞꙅ ɘʜƚ ʜǫuoɿʜƚ ɘ|ɔɿiɔ ꙅᴎoom ɘǫᴎɒɿƚꙅ bᴎA
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.ɒꙅoɔɿɒƆ ƚꙅo⅃
#rp
ꙅɘiʞꙅ ɘʜƚ ʜǫuoɿʜƚ ɘ|ɔɿiɔ ꙅᴎoom ɘǫᴎɒɿƚꙅ bᴎA
ꙅi ||iƚꙅ ɿɘǫᴎɒɿƚꙅ ƚuᙠ
.ɒꙅoɔɿɒƆ ƚꙅo⅃
#rp
Pinned
ᴶᵃˡˡᵒ
@ofdimcarcosa.bsky.social
· Jun 12
𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴...
ʍollǝ⅄ uI ɓuı⋊ ǝɥ⊥
𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴...
ʍollǝ⅄ uI ɓuı⋊ ǝɥ⊥
What could go wrong in your hands?
"Just a little bit of Necromancy won't hurt anyone."
July 5, 2025 at 3:13 PM
What could go wrong in your hands?
Reposted by ᴶᵃˡˡᵒ
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୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ∂єѕιяє σƒ тнє єη∂ℓєѕѕ. ⋄
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January 19, 2025 at 1:48 PM
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୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ∂єѕιяє σƒ тнє єη∂ℓєѕѕ. ⋄
୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ∂єѕιяє σƒ тнє єη∂ℓєѕѕ. ⋄
Wind chimes jingle in the void.
July 5, 2025 at 8:06 AM
Wind chimes jingle in the void.
"My mind is made. Yours isn't."
A blunt statement. Delivered with a smug grin.
A blunt statement. Delivered with a smug grin.
July 5, 2025 at 8:06 AM
"My mind is made. Yours isn't."
A blunt statement. Delivered with a smug grin.
A blunt statement. Delivered with a smug grin.
"Do I?
Specify. I said a lot of things."
Specify. I said a lot of things."
June 15, 2025 at 4:35 PM
"Do I?
Specify. I said a lot of things."
Specify. I said a lot of things."
Not familiar with those.
June 15, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Not familiar with those.
How dare you.
I'm clearly shaved Hozier.
I'm clearly shaved Hozier.
June 15, 2025 at 3:13 PM
How dare you.
I'm clearly shaved Hozier.
I'm clearly shaved Hozier.
"Depends on how much I like folk.
I don't assume you know Hard Times Come Again No More? Struggling to remember the damn key..."
He rubs his chin, producing a notebook as his arms rest on the instrument.
"The less I like them, the clearer I am."
I don't assume you know Hard Times Come Again No More? Struggling to remember the damn key..."
He rubs his chin, producing a notebook as his arms rest on the instrument.
"The less I like them, the clearer I am."
June 15, 2025 at 3:13 PM
"Depends on how much I like folk.
I don't assume you know Hard Times Come Again No More? Struggling to remember the damn key..."
He rubs his chin, producing a notebook as his arms rest on the instrument.
"The less I like them, the clearer I am."
I don't assume you know Hard Times Come Again No More? Struggling to remember the damn key..."
He rubs his chin, producing a notebook as his arms rest on the instrument.
"The less I like them, the clearer I am."
He's been using the swamp as a base.
It's fun to pull the croc's tails and RUN-
It's fun to pull the croc's tails and RUN-
June 15, 2025 at 3:04 PM
He's been using the swamp as a base.
It's fun to pull the croc's tails and RUN-
It's fun to pull the croc's tails and RUN-
ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ
ɪ ᴘᴏʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴏᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴛʀʏ~🎵
ɪ ᴘᴏʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴏᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴛʀʏ~🎵
June 15, 2025 at 3:01 PM
ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ
ɪ ᴘᴏʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴏᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴛʀʏ~🎵
ɪ ᴘᴏʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴏʟᴅ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴏᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴛʀʏ~🎵
And yet she takes the form of a woman, guessed in earthly hues.
There *is* something.
There *is* something.
June 15, 2025 at 2:47 PM
And yet she takes the form of a woman, guessed in earthly hues.
There *is* something.
There *is* something.
What *does* she remember?
June 15, 2025 at 2:42 PM
What *does* she remember?
"A Carcosan."
His eyes raise. An eerie green of the auroras over the snow. Under blond locks against an anachronistic suit.
He's old and young. All at once. His hushed voice is deafening. His pressence turns snow to ice around his feet.
"That must be exactly why you were chosen.
Yet~>
His eyes raise. An eerie green of the auroras over the snow. Under blond locks against an anachronistic suit.
He's old and young. All at once. His hushed voice is deafening. His pressence turns snow to ice around his feet.
"That must be exactly why you were chosen.
Yet~>
June 15, 2025 at 1:39 PM
"A Carcosan."
His eyes raise. An eerie green of the auroras over the snow. Under blond locks against an anachronistic suit.
He's old and young. All at once. His hushed voice is deafening. His pressence turns snow to ice around his feet.
"That must be exactly why you were chosen.
Yet~>
His eyes raise. An eerie green of the auroras over the snow. Under blond locks against an anachronistic suit.
He's old and young. All at once. His hushed voice is deafening. His pressence turns snow to ice around his feet.
"That must be exactly why you were chosen.
Yet~>
"I know everyone.
All are bound by fate."
The hurdy gurdy creaks, whining into the auroras overhead. He's trying to find his tone.
"Wouldn't you rather do something else?"
All are bound by fate."
The hurdy gurdy creaks, whining into the auroras overhead. He's trying to find his tone.
"Wouldn't you rather do something else?"
June 15, 2025 at 1:06 PM
"I know everyone.
All are bound by fate."
The hurdy gurdy creaks, whining into the auroras overhead. He's trying to find his tone.
"Wouldn't you rather do something else?"
All are bound by fate."
The hurdy gurdy creaks, whining into the auroras overhead. He's trying to find his tone.
"Wouldn't you rather do something else?"
June 15, 2025 at 12:53 PM
But many fail to *keep* their humanity through it.
Have you?
Have you?
It's an odd feeling. Not many share it.
Huh. Didn't expect to relate.
June 15, 2025 at 12:53 PM
But many fail to *keep* their humanity through it.
Have you?
Have you?
Huh. Didn't expect to relate.
There's beauty in the neverending despair of eternal needs.
The respite of gnawing at the rhythm of a lost heartbeat.
The respite of gnawing at the rhythm of a lost heartbeat.
And it never will.
June 15, 2025 at 12:49 PM
Huh. Didn't expect to relate.
And it never will.
Hunger. It never stops.
June 15, 2025 at 12:44 PM
And it never will.
June 15, 2025 at 12:37 PM