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baby notification message in elder scrolls castles for a black baby khajiit named adhabi
purple wisteria flowers hanging from the vine
“mozhi is her name. She’s very funny, can see the humor in anything. Secretly a somewhat sad person deep down. But loves to make people smile.”
“kharovh is her name. She’s a pretty lady who likes to dance. But she’s also a chieftain’s daughter and has a lot of political clout.”
“jangud is her name. She is a good cook but hates cooking. It’s too hot in the kitchen so she got out. Enjoys fishing but she sucks at it.”
“dhorik is his name. He enjoys a good meal and is learning to knit. Wish him luck!”
a drawing of my guy named tsoqlash. it says: “tsoqlash is his name. Don’t ask me how to pronounce it. You’ll hurt your throat.”
2 shiny giratina exs in pokemon tcg pocket
a copy of “true love” by thich nhat hanh in my hand
a vulpera (small fox person) shaman in world of warcraft wearing blue and brown armor with a glowing blue weapon
a blue-skinned night elf demon hunter from world of warcraft with bright green tattoos and wearing green armor. she is wielding two large blades on her fists with glowing tips.
a highmountain tauren death knight from world of warcraft in brown and green armor
"i still think about the initial one-two punch in the disco elysium ost that is instrument of surrender -> whirling-in-rags 8am. instrument of surrender is like..."this is the world after it has already ended. we lost. we were faced with overwhelming odds and were forced to surrender to them. the war is over. and no one will ever be truly satisfied or truly free ever again." but then whirling-in-rags 8am..."we lost but we made it. we're still here, even after the end of the world. and we're alive. we're living. we're getting by, day by day, hour by hour. it's not perfect, but this is the world now. and even though the world we fought for is lost, not all is lost in the world that remains.""
old school runescape character wearing a frog mask, camo shirt, rune plateskirt, teal boots, amulet of power, adamant kite shield, and rune pickaxe, staring at the viewer
a grey-skinned, red-eyed nord in oblivion remastered in the character creation menu. he has short black hair with a prominent widow's peak and a black goatee. he's wearing ragged grey prisoner garb.
Darkness, as humanity well knows, exists in many places in our world. The windowless, lampless room; the rotten, dripping cave; the cold, heavy abyss of the ocean; the infinite void of intergalactic space, stars far too distant for any solace, light too slow to show you even the tip of your nose. These exist within our mind as dreams, coming to us as nightmares. But sometimes - sometimes, under strange moons - nothing crawls up the sides of our beds into our ears as we sleep. A vacuum takes hold. And from new depths emerges a truer blackness, called to attention by lack of sleep, say, or sometimes too much sleep. We have known this emptiness since the first inklings of consciousness as a child; it has been our constant companion, distant yet observant, throughout our raising. As we grow older, we squirm and we writhe. The blackness feels like a shackle, weighing us down, keeping us from self-sought potentials. So we bury it. We suffocate it. We burn it, we eviscerate it, we imprison it. But it is never enough. It always returns, leviathan from the deep, when we least expect it, often leaping upon its prey in the dead of the night. It is a horror worst than any other, because it is familiar. Familiar and horrible, wretched from its mutilation by our hands. It seeks its birthright. We fight it, but often fail. It wreaks havoc on our lives for brief periods. Sometimes - sometimes, under cruel moons - the periods become less and less brief, the havoc wrought more extreme. Sometimes it reclaims its birthright, once and for all. And the darkness becomes complete.
a female orc shaman in world of warcraft wearing a purple and green outfit with mottled purple mushrooms on the shoulders
my green-skinned roegadyn warrior of light wearing revealing pink and white armor with a weird bow on her back, her fists on her hips with a disapproving look on her face
The Old School RuneScape login screen
old solid snake in metal gear solid 4 dramatically screaming “LIQUID!”
mads mikkelsen as clifford unger in death stranding, black liquid pouring from his left eye, staring out over the camera while holding a gun barely out of frame
jesse pinkman from breaking bad in the scene where he says “he can’t keep getting away with it”
custom bionicle with a huge bionicle ass
a night elf named selunaia in the world of warcraft: ascension character select screen in a green outfit with a sword and dagger in her hands. behind her is her pet, a black insectoid creature with large claws and red eyes
pokemon tcg pocket rare 2 star machamp ex card
pokemon tcg pocket notification about receiving 777 total cards, with an info blurb about the pokemon togedemaru
screenshot of a dwarf from world of warcraft named "ragnarax" in mage-like armor with a flaming staff
the veiled tangle of your soul seen through thin sheets of rain canyons of my fingertip swirls fill with the waters of your soft flesh a grip soft and firm cliff-edge and skirt-hem twisting nexus of light between my knuckles a silent horoscope personalities unbent astral foci aligning with locked eyes
The Middle Length Discourses of the Buddha, A Translation of the Majjhima Nikaya, translated by Bhikku Nanamoli and Bhikku Bodhi, with jacket