The-tired-adventurer - Siren Song

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Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

an erotic poem:

leg so hot

hot hot leg

leg so hot u fry an eg

If Viggo, you go

She grim on my born 'til I viggo

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I Remember

I remember being a tree, I was beautiful and old.

I remember how my massive roots stretched out and rose from the ground.

I remember how I stood tall and proud as foxes burrowed under my roots, taking safety in the shelter I gave.

I remember being happy, I was happy with my sweet foxes.

I remember how warm I felt even as storms came, they looked to me for the safety that I provided.

I remember their sweet little faces and the faces of their children.

I do not remember the voices of the other trees who had been my friends but I remember my foxes with their silver coats and their playful ways.

I remember the hunter who came.

I remember how the sweet little foxes ran to me for safety.

I remember how they buried themselves in my roots for the safety I once held.

I remember how the hunter shot them.

I remember that I could not protect my foxes as I once had.

I remember how the hunter's eyes gleamed with greed and how for the first time I felt fear.

I remember how he dragged my foxes away from me, from the burrows they had made underneath my roots.

I remember that he came back with a man with an axe as same colour as the fox pelt he wore.

I remember how I could not fight back as he cut me down, I could not raise a root to harm him for I was just a tree.

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

I am sorry but I am quite literally unable to donate anything but what I can do is spread the word to people who can donate

I am fucking livid

I am livid with the way that people will only take things 'seriously' if it's a trend.

I am livid with the way that people will only care about some thing if it's popular.

I am livid with the way the horrors people live with are only ever given 24 hours of attention before the next thing trends.

I am livid that people will only care about the victims when they are gone or when the trouble has passed.

I am livid by the fact that no one knows about the Indian untouchables.

I am livid that people are silent about Syria.

I am livid about the silence that surrounds slums being bombed.

How many more hits must they take? How much more blood must they lose? How many more must die? How many more must suffer? How many more children need to die?

Tell me honestly... when was the last time you took the time out of your day too give them recognition?

When was the last time you listened too them?

Their voice matters but it is being drowned out with waves of hate and trends that flood your mind?

Did you even know that Afghanistan was taken over again?

Did you lend your ear to any of them then?

I am livid by the fact that people care more about what 'core' they are.

Does 'fairycore' matter more then lives?

Does brain rot matter more than the children in the sex slave industry?

Their homes look like the buildings you see in dystopian movies...

I am livid... and I am disappointed, you talk of the human spirit, you boast and brag about the human spirit, about humanity... but when was the last time you demonstrated it?

I see humans but I don't fucking see humanity

I see humans who wear masks and tape over their mouth that they can so easily take off.

I see monsters who crudely wear human skin as they bomb another village, another town, another city... another family.

If you can donate, please do, if you can speak up, do so, if you can spread the word maybe repost or write something of your own

Sadaqa Welfare Fund | Islamic Charity Organisation

Australia for UNHCR | UN Refugees Official Charity - UNHCR

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Having no menstrual products and no toilet paper, the big ass spiders are chill tho also the bandits are scary, like imagine being in a small town that gets raided

If you were teleported to tamriel right now what would be the worst part about living there? And why is it the giant fucking spiders?

I do want to know the answer for real tho so let me know uwu

"She Who Last Saw The Stars

"She who first saw the stars"

The main and only actual goddess in my dnd.

Backstory:

Long ago before time, before the stars even existed two races existed in the never ending abyss, one who only ever knew peace and magic and the other swallowed in hate, the Corrupts as they are now known as wanted to be the only one and so they devised a plan. The corrupts would kill their other half, the Jxulx (translates to peace) had not been prepared and where almost instantly wiped out in the first wave, only few still stood and even less had been unharmed. The peace they once had was shattered, the once quite abyss was now filled with the wails of destroyed family's and the crunching of broken bodies, the once happy and joyful home of the Jxulx was smeared in their blood.

The Jxulx gathered anything that they could use as a weapon and tried to rebel against the Corrupts, the Jxulx now blinded by rage and sorrow for their dead, went to attack the Corrupts but it went horribly, they had only been able to take down a few of the Corrupts (The corrupts took up a tradition of killing the weak among them so there was only a few of them that was left.) as they had expected this and stood ready, annihilating the Jxulx, only one had been left standing, scared and traumatised she stood in the flames of her dead in, her mind raced with what she had just witnessed, her life flashed before her, looking, searching for something to save her and only one thing stood out, a taboo ritual, she gathered her remaining strength and let the chant spew out her mouth as she made her kins bones into a staff, she held the staff above her head and start to desperately scream the chant, the Corrupts had laughed at first before they screamed.

She turned the dead bodies of her kin into what we now know as stars, the light was blinding and it burned the Corrupts, seven of them lashed out and attempted to attack her but the heat of the stars only grew, the seven Corrupts slashed and clawed at her but it was no use as she kept dodging and running, they chased her all across the universe till the had ended up in an area far from the stars and other Corrupts, the last Jxulx desperately did all she could and came out victorious in the process she had gouged ones eye out and turned it into the sun and had made the other planets on accident (she pointed the staff in the wrong direction). Once the battle was done she looked at all the stars and was horrified to see, she was the last of her kind, she may have pushed the remaining Corrupts back but at what cost?

She spent many cycles regaining her strength and looked at the 7 Corrupts bodies that she had clumped into a ball, out of sheer loneliness she took her staff once again and purified the corpses as best as she could, she turned their bones into the stone of the Earth, their flesh the ground and their blood into water, she made creatures out of the things she use to draw as a child and soon this new home of hers became liveable.

The air was sweet and there was no longer the deafening silence... but she was still lonely, she had no one to talk to, no one to share her home with and so she slumped back into her depression, the creatures she created grew more and more concerned about her as the days went by, eventually one of the creatures she had named birds came to her carrying her staff of bones, once again did her eyes have that bright sheen that they missed, the woman picked up her staff for the very last time and created the races, elves came first, she had made them look as close to her people whilst still letting them be different in their own ways, she had created sea elves, light elves, wood elves (multiple sub-types of wood elves) and dark elves, she had created the other races after that over the time-span of many days - filling the world with unique individuals sadly this came at a cost, taking lives was easy but making them meant she had to sacrifice pieces of her own soul to make them but she could careless she had filled the world and her creations loved her, they knew her as the Mother, eventually she became to weak to continue to exist and so she had 'passed away' (she didn't actually she only fell into a coma under the Earth), her children mourned her but life carried on, they built civilisations, made bibles that got muddled and caught in mistranslation over time.

Eventually over time the Corrupts baneful energy risen once more, creating monsters out of her sweet creatures and children, this is why the guilds where made, too keep her hard work forever safe, so that she may live in our hearts forever more.

(I wrote this very, very late, no caffeine at all and I will not bother to edit it, get out of my cooch)

(https://meiker.io/play/15623/online.html this is what I used to make her)