𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚟 & 𝙲𝚘.
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"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚜 𝙽𝚘 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙰 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝."
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If you found this account, you're likely part of the Chaos Factory™️
The ailments of the brain remain a constant burden, even after reincarnation.
Lucha sucks in a quick breath as he jogs around the perimeter of the island, boots squishing into the wet mud with each forced step.
His lungs burn, his throat is dry as a cured bone.
He pushes on, beyond the limits —
Lucha sucks in a quick breath as he jogs around the perimeter of the island, boots squishing into the wet mud with each forced step.
His lungs burn, his throat is dry as a cured bone.
He pushes on, beyond the limits —
March 1, 2025 at 8:30 AM
The ailments of the brain remain a constant burden, even after reincarnation.
Lucha sucks in a quick breath as he jogs around the perimeter of the island, boots squishing into the wet mud with each forced step.
His lungs burn, his throat is dry as a cured bone.
He pushes on, beyond the limits —
Lucha sucks in a quick breath as he jogs around the perimeter of the island, boots squishing into the wet mud with each forced step.
His lungs burn, his throat is dry as a cured bone.
He pushes on, beyond the limits —
"Is he alright?"
"He's alright, Holly. His body pain saps the energy out of him."
Holly chops a pickled beet in two halves, then into fine cubes.
Lucha spreads a thick layer of goat cheese onto a firm slice of toasted sourdough, drizzling sweet honey on top of it.
"He's alright, Holly. His body pain saps the energy out of him."
Holly chops a pickled beet in two halves, then into fine cubes.
Lucha spreads a thick layer of goat cheese onto a firm slice of toasted sourdough, drizzling sweet honey on top of it.
February 13, 2025 at 7:50 PM
"Is he alright?"
"He's alright, Holly. His body pain saps the energy out of him."
Holly chops a pickled beet in two halves, then into fine cubes.
Lucha spreads a thick layer of goat cheese onto a firm slice of toasted sourdough, drizzling sweet honey on top of it.
"He's alright, Holly. His body pain saps the energy out of him."
Holly chops a pickled beet in two halves, then into fine cubes.
Lucha spreads a thick layer of goat cheese onto a firm slice of toasted sourdough, drizzling sweet honey on top of it.
//Grated garlic mixed in honey, taken like a syrup. You'll feel that shit coming out of your pores, but it's worked every time I got sick.
//anyone got any good remedies for being sick or boosting immune health? Mine's apparently crap right now
February 10, 2025 at 12:00 AM
//Grated garlic mixed in honey, taken like a syrup. You'll feel that shit coming out of your pores, but it's worked every time I got sick.
//I think going to any modern music concert would give Evan an aneurism.
Meanwhile, Lucha's spent a good portion of his old life going to Rammstein concerts and Live Aid.
Meanwhile, Lucha's spent a good portion of his old life going to Rammstein concerts and Live Aid.
February 5, 2025 at 7:04 PM
//I think going to any modern music concert would give Evan an aneurism.
Meanwhile, Lucha's spent a good portion of his old life going to Rammstein concerts and Live Aid.
Meanwhile, Lucha's spent a good portion of his old life going to Rammstein concerts and Live Aid.
//Have a meeting with a college counselor tomorrow —
Pray for me.
Pray for me.
January 30, 2025 at 1:32 AM
//Have a meeting with a college counselor tomorrow —
Pray for me.
Pray for me.
"It was a recipe that one of the older women in the orphanage used around the holidays for us kids,"
Evan says as Lucha slips a still warm Bundt cake into a cloth bag, ensuring it would not keep cooking in transit.
"A spiced Bundt cake, with a little cognac."
Evan says as Lucha slips a still warm Bundt cake into a cloth bag, ensuring it would not keep cooking in transit.
"A spiced Bundt cake, with a little cognac."
January 21, 2025 at 8:32 AM
"It was a recipe that one of the older women in the orphanage used around the holidays for us kids,"
Evan says as Lucha slips a still warm Bundt cake into a cloth bag, ensuring it would not keep cooking in transit.
"A spiced Bundt cake, with a little cognac."
Evan says as Lucha slips a still warm Bundt cake into a cloth bag, ensuring it would not keep cooking in transit.
"A spiced Bundt cake, with a little cognac."
//no thoughts.
Only Evan delicately tracing the freckles on Lucha's back like he's a god creating constellations in the night sky for the very first time.
Only Evan delicately tracing the freckles on Lucha's back like he's a god creating constellations in the night sky for the very first time.
January 16, 2025 at 7:00 AM
//no thoughts.
Only Evan delicately tracing the freckles on Lucha's back like he's a god creating constellations in the night sky for the very first time.
Only Evan delicately tracing the freckles on Lucha's back like he's a god creating constellations in the night sky for the very first time.
"Have any of the deities popped in since I died?"
"Not really. Nyx appears every now and then, stays for dinner, leaves for a couple weeks."
"What about Dolos or his brothers?"
"Momos visited me a couple times in the past century, but never for long. More so for my cats than me."
"Not really. Nyx appears every now and then, stays for dinner, leaves for a couple weeks."
"What about Dolos or his brothers?"
"Momos visited me a couple times in the past century, but never for long. More so for my cats than me."
January 13, 2025 at 10:52 PM
"Have any of the deities popped in since I died?"
"Not really. Nyx appears every now and then, stays for dinner, leaves for a couple weeks."
"What about Dolos or his brothers?"
"Momos visited me a couple times in the past century, but never for long. More so for my cats than me."
"Not really. Nyx appears every now and then, stays for dinner, leaves for a couple weeks."
"What about Dolos or his brothers?"
"Momos visited me a couple times in the past century, but never for long. More so for my cats than me."
//I made a drink with grape soda, soju, and a Yakult.
I can't taste the soju even though it makes up half the drink.
I can't taste the soju even though it makes up half the drink.
January 1, 2025 at 2:07 AM
//I made a drink with grape soda, soju, and a Yakult.
I can't taste the soju even though it makes up half the drink.
I can't taste the soju even though it makes up half the drink.
//soju is fucking dangerous man.
I can't taste the alcohol.
I can't taste the alcohol.
January 1, 2025 at 2:07 AM
//soju is fucking dangerous man.
I can't taste the alcohol.
I can't taste the alcohol.
It's an odd feeling, having his brother back.
Alexei rises from his bed with a quiet inhale, a calloused hand reaching up to brush his wheat-blonde hair out from his eyes.
Luchezi's requested that he accompany Evan in the Lighthouse today while he's out to work, and Holly shops for groceries.
Alexei rises from his bed with a quiet inhale, a calloused hand reaching up to brush his wheat-blonde hair out from his eyes.
Luchezi's requested that he accompany Evan in the Lighthouse today while he's out to work, and Holly shops for groceries.
December 31, 2024 at 10:44 PM
It's an odd feeling, having his brother back.
Alexei rises from his bed with a quiet inhale, a calloused hand reaching up to brush his wheat-blonde hair out from his eyes.
Luchezi's requested that he accompany Evan in the Lighthouse today while he's out to work, and Holly shops for groceries.
Alexei rises from his bed with a quiet inhale, a calloused hand reaching up to brush his wheat-blonde hair out from his eyes.
Luchezi's requested that he accompany Evan in the Lighthouse today while he's out to work, and Holly shops for groceries.
Evan's morning begins with a coughing fit.
The air of the Dingle Peninsula is cold, and somewhat moist, leaving his sinuses irritated.
Holly's brought this year's flu into the household.
It would seem that not even immortals were invulnerable to common ailments.
The Irishman hacks and —
The air of the Dingle Peninsula is cold, and somewhat moist, leaving his sinuses irritated.
Holly's brought this year's flu into the household.
It would seem that not even immortals were invulnerable to common ailments.
The Irishman hacks and —
December 24, 2024 at 7:58 PM
Evan's morning begins with a coughing fit.
The air of the Dingle Peninsula is cold, and somewhat moist, leaving his sinuses irritated.
Holly's brought this year's flu into the household.
It would seem that not even immortals were invulnerable to common ailments.
The Irishman hacks and —
The air of the Dingle Peninsula is cold, and somewhat moist, leaving his sinuses irritated.
Holly's brought this year's flu into the household.
It would seem that not even immortals were invulnerable to common ailments.
The Irishman hacks and —
//why am I just now realizing that Bruce Almighty has a reference to Palestine.
December 19, 2024 at 9:33 PM
//why am I just now realizing that Bruce Almighty has a reference to Palestine.
//just got done making kkakdugi.
just about ready to lay down and die now.
just about ready to lay down and die now.
December 15, 2024 at 1:02 AM
//just got done making kkakdugi.
just about ready to lay down and die now.
just about ready to lay down and die now.
//thinking about Lucha and the fact that he canonically has a dad bod now.
Got that Jim Hopper build beneath a sweater bc he doesn't have to worry about the military or about Prakka.
Got that Jim Hopper build beneath a sweater bc he doesn't have to worry about the military or about Prakka.
December 1, 2024 at 10:07 AM
//thinking about Lucha and the fact that he canonically has a dad bod now.
Got that Jim Hopper build beneath a sweater bc he doesn't have to worry about the military or about Prakka.
Got that Jim Hopper build beneath a sweater bc he doesn't have to worry about the military or about Prakka.
//finally sitting down.
sitting good.
I've been going back and forth all morning to slice and blanch potatoes for the gratin, and now my back finally decompressed.
sitting good.
I've been going back and forth all morning to slice and blanch potatoes for the gratin, and now my back finally decompressed.
November 28, 2024 at 11:46 PM
//finally sitting down.
sitting good.
I've been going back and forth all morning to slice and blanch potatoes for the gratin, and now my back finally decompressed.
sitting good.
I've been going back and forth all morning to slice and blanch potatoes for the gratin, and now my back finally decompressed.
//At my grown age, I think the fuck not.
Not this year.
Not this year.
November 27, 2024 at 4:48 AM
//At my grown age, I think the fuck not.
Not this year.
Not this year.
//its almost December, which means the immortal snail memes are coming back.
November 20, 2024 at 10:08 PM
//its almost December, which means the immortal snail memes are coming back.
//head empty, goodnight.
November 20, 2024 at 10:06 AM
//head empty, goodnight.
Luchezi rakes a calloused hand through his tangled hair, slowly and delicately working out the knots and tangles.
He needs to cut it short. It's more hygienic, easier to manage.
But he'd be lying if he said he disliked the elbow length hair.
Reminds him of the sixties.
He needs to cut it short. It's more hygienic, easier to manage.
But he'd be lying if he said he disliked the elbow length hair.
Reminds him of the sixties.
November 20, 2024 at 10:06 AM
Luchezi rakes a calloused hand through his tangled hair, slowly and delicately working out the knots and tangles.
He needs to cut it short. It's more hygienic, easier to manage.
But he'd be lying if he said he disliked the elbow length hair.
Reminds him of the sixties.
He needs to cut it short. It's more hygienic, easier to manage.
But he'd be lying if he said he disliked the elbow length hair.
Reminds him of the sixties.
North Bashkortostan, Circa. 1923
"Mama!"
"Mama, help!"
Celia looks up from where she had thrown a spade blade into the soft mud, her hand dropping a few barley nuts into the hole she had made.
It's foggy. She can't see that far.
"Mama! Open the gate!"
From afar, Gustav can be heard —
"Mama!"
"Mama, help!"
Celia looks up from where she had thrown a spade blade into the soft mud, her hand dropping a few barley nuts into the hole she had made.
It's foggy. She can't see that far.
"Mama! Open the gate!"
From afar, Gustav can be heard —
//Thinking about how while Celia's side of the family grew barley, they also shared farm animals with Ambrosia's side.
And how Gustav had the tame bits, tending to pigs and goats, while teenage Lucha was probably getting his ass chased around by angry momma cows while he's trying to tag the calves.
And how Gustav had the tame bits, tending to pigs and goats, while teenage Lucha was probably getting his ass chased around by angry momma cows while he's trying to tag the calves.
November 20, 2024 at 3:44 AM
North Bashkortostan, Circa. 1923
"Mama!"
"Mama, help!"
Celia looks up from where she had thrown a spade blade into the soft mud, her hand dropping a few barley nuts into the hole she had made.
It's foggy. She can't see that far.
"Mama! Open the gate!"
From afar, Gustav can be heard —
"Mama!"
"Mama, help!"
Celia looks up from where she had thrown a spade blade into the soft mud, her hand dropping a few barley nuts into the hole she had made.
It's foggy. She can't see that far.
"Mama! Open the gate!"
From afar, Gustav can be heard —
//Thinking about how while Celia's side of the family grew barley, they also shared farm animals with Ambrosia's side.
And how Gustav had the tame bits, tending to pigs and goats, while teenage Lucha was probably getting his ass chased around by angry momma cows while he's trying to tag the calves.
And how Gustav had the tame bits, tending to pigs and goats, while teenage Lucha was probably getting his ass chased around by angry momma cows while he's trying to tag the calves.
November 19, 2024 at 11:41 PM
//Thinking about how while Celia's side of the family grew barley, they also shared farm animals with Ambrosia's side.
And how Gustav had the tame bits, tending to pigs and goats, while teenage Lucha was probably getting his ass chased around by angry momma cows while he's trying to tag the calves.
And how Gustav had the tame bits, tending to pigs and goats, while teenage Lucha was probably getting his ass chased around by angry momma cows while he's trying to tag the calves.
//I crocheted a sweater for my Boston Terrier.
She is NOT HAPPY.
She just stood frozen in it for a while looking at me like:
"This? This is what you were doing the whole time?"
She is NOT HAPPY.
She just stood frozen in it for a while looking at me like:
"This? This is what you were doing the whole time?"
November 18, 2024 at 11:16 PM
//I crocheted a sweater for my Boston Terrier.
She is NOT HAPPY.
She just stood frozen in it for a while looking at me like:
"This? This is what you were doing the whole time?"
She is NOT HAPPY.
She just stood frozen in it for a while looking at me like:
"This? This is what you were doing the whole time?"
//my body is a crumbling temple that somehow digests garlic in five hours.
how that's possible, I have no fucking idea but it happened.
how that's possible, I have no fucking idea but it happened.
November 18, 2024 at 7:18 AM
//my body is a crumbling temple that somehow digests garlic in five hours.
how that's possible, I have no fucking idea but it happened.
how that's possible, I have no fucking idea but it happened.