Nothing Worse Than Searching Out A Copy Of That One Book You Read As A Kid, The One That Rewired Your

Nothing worse than searching out a copy of that one book you read as a kid, the one that rewired your brain, only to find it doesn't hold up.

pictures i made today with corpses

TikTok trend and my first tweening animation in Alight Motion 🌹🌹🌹

and gif. blink blink.

Excuse me, what?

When you think Tarnished is smart and then he says something really dumb

@lucien-lachance 😏

Guys, I just had the best dream ever OwO I dreamt of Nelogg and Tavlas in Tel Mithryn fighting a daedric prince of non-magical technology [doesn't exist in AU but in my dream he was called "Sul" and appeared as a floating fire surrounded by metal particles] . Sul was mad at Nelogg for building a purely magical house that doesn't have any stairs and such. He sailed to Solstheim to defeat him. He took his mechanical, coal-powered ship of a house to pit it against Nelogg's.

He attacked Tel Mithryn with his cannons. But before any of them hit, Nelogg teleported himself to a cave. He puppeteered his giant house to fight back. The ever-growing roots grown between the metal joints, squeezed them, and bent into uselessness. [Tavlas was just standing there astonished and trying not to look particularily uselesss].

Sul knew, that Nelogg has to be hiding somewhere. He sent his tracking missiles to kill him. They penetrated every corridor of the Solstheim's caves. Or so it seemed. But they lost themselves in loops and crashed against each other. Alas, Nelogg's chamber was protected by an illusion. But finally, accidental detonation of one failed missile near the sealed entrance betrayed their whereabouts. They weren't safe any longer.

But Nelogg was ready for his final blow. He teleported a mushroom spore right into the heart of the ship. He focused, and draining all of his power, he made it grow.

So rapidly, that people miles a way witnessed a white supernova. Then a few seconds later shockwave knocked them off their feet.

With this, Sul was finally defeated [well, at least for a year or so]. Solstheim was again sunny and cosy [but also ended up greener than before and had more mushrooms growing there :3 ].

At the end I walked with Tavlas around Solstheim bc there was a surprisingly lot of stray fluffy kittens to admire :3

the more i think about a lovely letter the funnier it is. did they meticulously copy the others handwriting or agonized over getting the others voice correct? fr more obsessed with eachother then camilla herself. or is it painfully obvious its fake (i cant even decide what would be funnier)

faendal writing a poem fantasizing about svens “fine blonde hair” and cooking him food. sven probably word for word repeating his mothers fucked up opinions and projecting them onto faendal.

a single braincell pings between the two of them like a game of pong

Hello,,

My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.

Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.

My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.

Our beautiful memories.. :(

We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.

Baker used to play with his dog.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

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