ᴶᵃˡˡᵒ
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ꙅi ɘǫᴎɒɿƚꙄ
ꙅɘiʞꙅ ɘʜƚ ʜǫuoɿʜƚ ɘ|ɔɿiɔ ꙅᴎoom ɘǫᴎɒɿƚꙅ bᴎA
ꙅi ||iƚꙅ ɿɘǫᴎɒɿƚꙅ ƚuᙠ
.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⊥
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"ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ
ꜱʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴜꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ."
ꜱʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴜꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ."
a black and white drawing of a woman with the word falke written above her
ALT: a black and white drawing of a woman with the word falke written above her
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June 29, 2025 at 6:57 AM
"ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ
ꜱʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴜꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ."
ꜱʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴜꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ."
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// I'll explain the Tarot system and doing something decent about it tomorrow. Bu-bye ^^~
December 11, 2025 at 4:24 AM
// I'll explain the Tarot system and doing something decent about it tomorrow. Bu-bye ^^~
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⠀ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
⠀⠀⠀
you're.
not.
a.
𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚 of 𝒻𝔞𝔱𝔢
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
⠀⠀⠀
you're.
not.
a.
𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚 of 𝒻𝔞𝔱𝔢
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
December 8, 2025 at 4:13 PM
⠀ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
⠀⠀⠀
you're.
not.
a.
𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚 of 𝒻𝔞𝔱𝔢
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
⠀⠀⠀
you're.
not.
a.
𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚 of 𝒻𝔞𝔱𝔢
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
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December 11, 2025 at 10:53 PM
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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?
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୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ∂єѕιяє σƒ тнє єη∂ℓєѕѕ. ⋄
୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ∂єѕιяє σƒ тнє єη∂ℓєѕѕ. ⋄
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.
"No.
Of all the things I don't know. That one, I do.
I can see the threads of Fate. Bound in the tapistry. And I know when mine ends.
What about yours?"
Of all the things I don't know. That one, I do.
I can see the threads of Fate. Bound in the tapistry. And I know when mine ends.
What about yours?"
June 16, 2025 at 7:16 AM
"No.
Of all the things I don't know. That one, I do.
I can see the threads of Fate. Bound in the tapistry. And I know when mine ends.
What about yours?"
Of all the things I don't know. That one, I do.
I can see the threads of Fate. Bound in the tapistry. And I know when mine ends.
What about yours?"
"Then I am to give, yeah? To make something."
In his head. That's how it works.
In his head. That's how it works.
June 15, 2025 at 11:13 PM
"Then I am to give, yeah? To make something."
In his head. That's how it works.
In his head. That's how it works.
"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."
"Why not? Life does nothing *but* devour."
June 15, 2025 at 4:12 PM
"Why not? Life does nothing *but* devour."
"Seems accurate."
He spoke. Reaching down. A a flower is absorbed in his hand. An attempt to understand.
One that fails. His eyes squint.
He spoke. Reaching down. A a flower is absorbed in his hand. An attempt to understand.
One that fails. His eyes squint.
June 15, 2025 at 3:37 PM
"Seems accurate."
He spoke. Reaching down. A a flower is absorbed in his hand. An attempt to understand.
One that fails. His eyes squint.
He spoke. Reaching down. A a flower is absorbed in his hand. An attempt to understand.
One that fails. His eyes squint.
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-
He shrugs.
"Never forgot that."
Man of few words- when he can't read the script. His green eyes stare past walls of inexistence.
"Never forgot that."
Man of few words- when he can't read the script. His green eyes stare past walls of inexistence.
June 15, 2025 at 3:03 PM
He shrugs.
"Never forgot that."
Man of few words- when he can't read the script. His green eyes stare past walls of inexistence.
"Never forgot that."
Man of few words- when he can't read the script. His green eyes stare past walls of inexistence.
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.