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ᚨ ᛗᚨᚾ ᛊᚺᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚲᚨᚱᚡᛖ ᚱᚢᚾᛖᛊ, ᚢᚾᛚᛖᛊᛊ ᚺᛖ ᚹᛖᛚᛚ ᚲᚾᛟᚹᛊ ᚺᛟᚹ ᛏᛟ ᚲᛟᚾᛏᚱᛟᛚ ᚦᛖᛗ...
... ᚠᛟᚱ ᚦᛖ ᛖᚠᚠᛖᚲᛏ ᛟᚠ ᛖᚡᛖᚱᛁ ᚨᚲᛏᛁᛟᚾ ᛁᛊ ᛏᚹᛟ-ᛊᛁᛞᛖᛞ.
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roleplay. written by berry.
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ᛃ ʝคץςє ᛏ
@thehexmage.bsky.social
· Jan 23
❝How does it feel to reach 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 that no one ever got to cross?
Does it make you 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖉 now?❞
Does it make you 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖉 now?❞
you reached out your hand to me on that day. you changed my destiny from the moment we touched. you're the most important person in my life.
March 8, 2025 at 3:04 PM
Reposted by ᛃ ʝคץςє ᛏ
Out and about. He's grown more comfortable with just—walking outside.
Perhaps he will visit the commune again. And... try meeting the Herald, if possible.
Perhaps he will visit the commune again. And... try meeting the Herald, if possible.
February 24, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Out and about. He's grown more comfortable with just—walking outside.
Perhaps he will visit the commune again. And... try meeting the Herald, if possible.
Perhaps he will visit the commune again. And... try meeting the Herald, if possible.
they called me their golden boy 、 you know ？ my skin is made of pyrite . i can try to be what they force me to be 、 but i'll never be golden on the inside .
February 23, 2025 at 1:17 PM
i need to be with you everywhere you go, please don't leave
February 22, 2025 at 10:09 PM
i had all and then most of you
some and now none of you
take me back to the night we met
some and now none of you
take me back to the night we met
February 22, 2025 at 10:09 PM
But even in longing, I still feel the pronging of misery's poisonous claws – when, in your perfection, I catch my reflection, and in it my numerous flaws.
February 22, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡, 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡
𝕎𝕚𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡
𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗
𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜
𝕎𝕚𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡
𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗
𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜
December 23, 2024 at 4:37 PM
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡, 𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡
𝕎𝕚𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡
𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗
𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜
𝕎𝕚𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡
𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗
𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜
i see colors unseen ； destinies of the me's that walked less carefully — the silent pleas .
February 21, 2025 at 3:19 PM
// LRT. YESYESYES.
February 20, 2025 at 10:21 AM
// LRT. YESYESYES.
Reposted by ᛃ ʝคץςє ᛏ
We, as a fandom, are not leaning into Jayce's very apparent zero-ethics-by-any-means-necessary mad scientist tendencies
I need a Jayce fraying at the seems, committing unspeakable acts to save his one true love from the brink of death, even if Viktor comes back Wrong™️
I need a Jayce fraying at the seems, committing unspeakable acts to save his one true love from the brink of death, even if Viktor comes back Wrong™️
February 20, 2025 at 12:57 AM
We, as a fandom, are not leaning into Jayce's very apparent zero-ethics-by-any-means-necessary mad scientist tendencies
I need a Jayce fraying at the seems, committing unspeakable acts to save his one true love from the brink of death, even if Viktor comes back Wrong™️
I need a Jayce fraying at the seems, committing unspeakable acts to save his one true love from the brink of death, even if Viktor comes back Wrong™️
M-A-M-A B-O-Y. mama's boy 、mama's boy 、mama's boy 、mama's boy.
February 19, 2025 at 4:31 PM
( Anyway. He's uh. Here.
Not too used to being around so many people at once anymore—but he's here. )
Not too used to being around so many people at once anymore—but he's here. )
February 17, 2025 at 7:56 PM
( Anyway. He's uh. Here.
Not too used to being around so many people at once anymore—but he's here. )
Not too used to being around so many people at once anymore—but he's here. )
How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger.
February 17, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Until the day , the 𝐬𝐮𝐧 can not take the s̲e̲p̲e̲r̲a̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ any longer , and he 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 , engulfing the 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 and everything else in a burst of 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𓈒
February 15, 2025 at 10:11 PM
i see colors unseen ； destinies of the me's that walked less carefully — the silent pleas .
February 15, 2025 at 9:28 PM
[ @hex-trapped.bsky.social ]
Jayce moves through the winding paths of Zaun’s outskirts, his steps light but his pulse heavy with something he keeps attempting to brush away. He follows the pull of arcane, though every instinct in him screams to proceed with caution. Not because he fears —
Jayce moves through the winding paths of Zaun’s outskirts, his steps light but his pulse heavy with something he keeps attempting to brush away. He follows the pull of arcane, though every instinct in him screams to proceed with caution. Not because he fears —
February 15, 2025 at 8:17 PM
[ @hex-trapped.bsky.social ]
Jayce moves through the winding paths of Zaun’s outskirts, his steps light but his pulse heavy with something he keeps attempting to brush away. He follows the pull of arcane, though every instinct in him screams to proceed with caution. Not because he fears —
Jayce moves through the winding paths of Zaun’s outskirts, his steps light but his pulse heavy with something he keeps attempting to brush away. He follows the pull of arcane, though every instinct in him screams to proceed with caution. Not because he fears —
Hm?
He swears he heard someone call him—
He swears he heard someone call him—
February 15, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Hm?
He swears he heard someone call him—
He swears he heard someone call him—
[ @arcanesaviorviktor.bsky.social ]
Jayce runs a hand over the worn wooden table, idly tracing the uneven grooves left behind by time and neglect. His shelter is nearly livable now—patched-up walls, a functioning lock, enough space to breathe. It’s given him something to focus on while he —
Jayce runs a hand over the worn wooden table, idly tracing the uneven grooves left behind by time and neglect. His shelter is nearly livable now—patched-up walls, a functioning lock, enough space to breathe. It’s given him something to focus on while he —
February 15, 2025 at 7:16 PM
[ @arcanesaviorviktor.bsky.social ]
Jayce runs a hand over the worn wooden table, idly tracing the uneven grooves left behind by time and neglect. His shelter is nearly livable now—patched-up walls, a functioning lock, enough space to breathe. It’s given him something to focus on while he —
Jayce runs a hand over the worn wooden table, idly tracing the uneven grooves left behind by time and neglect. His shelter is nearly livable now—patched-up walls, a functioning lock, enough space to breathe. It’s given him something to focus on while he —
finndu mig í framtíðinni.
February 9, 2025 at 5:23 PM
i ache from your loss. there’s nothing that can console me now.
February 6, 2025 at 11:18 AM
you reached out your hand to me on that day. you changed my destiny from the moment we touched. you're the most important person in my life.
February 4, 2025 at 6:41 PM
I 𝖑𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 and I 𝖑𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 and I 𝖑𝐨𝐬𝐭 you .. and it 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 like 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𓈒
January 31, 2025 at 8:18 PM