Skyrim is an acceptable game
Working on Arendelle Castle from Frozen and Frozen 2 in The Sims 4! Hope you like it so far!
From Darksol I (2019)
Photo manip by Melanie Uadjit
“ A darkness swirls at the center of a world-renowned dance company, one that will engulf the artistic director, an ambitious young dancer, and a grieving psychotherapist. Some will succumb to the nightmare. Others will finally wake up (IMDb Description).”
Here’s an unusual movie that I’ve watched. I’m a fan of movies like this. I was expecting something like “Black Swan”, but I didn’t got that. This is a very artistic and bizarre movie. The story can be confusing at times, but the film tells you right away what to expect. This movie will give you: weirdness, art, beauty, horror and so much more…and what a ride it is. I do like it, for the most part. The ending was kind of meh, tho. Either way, if you want to something different and creepy, then check this out.
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SECRETS OF THE OUTLANDERS - PART 2
You can’t still be bitter for His Highness turning down your proposal my Prince? (Sigh) Sometimes I don’t know how am I related to that stubborn old demon! Yes, there’s nothing short of seeing my mother waking up from her coma
That could cheer him but this? This is ridiculous! The people of XNROE are occupied in following the Dark Legion’s exploits so don’t you think it’s time the Ja-annites began the Fourth Crusade? Only if I’m your father my Prince! Yes
it’s been a long time since we glimpsed the planet that banished us–Kryutopia’s too primitive for our sake! But you know the Dark Emperor commands it right? Let’s say we give His Highness the benefit of the doubt…for the time being?
Well I guess you’re right Epelgling! It’s time we go back to my castle to scan the subspace field for the remaining Ethereal Puzzle pieces, and then calculate when and where they would appear next–or else my mother sleeps forever!
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Oh to be a sexy mailman who keeps writing and delivering love letters “from a secret admirer” to my crush until one day I show up with flowers for him and admit it was me all along and I say something cute about how “I want to deliver my heart to you” and we fall deeply in love and get married and every year on our anniversary we write and mail love letters to each other (even though we live together) because it brings back those fond memories of how our relationship started
Water droplets there were many of them all tapping on the skylight. Maria looked out and sighed at the sight of rain little did she know that rain will become her sense of home and the clear solution would remind her of what she had lost; a haven.
It always rained in the summer day and night. the dark clouds would form over the mountains and the lightning would light the sky up. As one went farther the mountains would keep dropping further down into the abyss, Naran was near the peaks. Maria was taking the clothes off the line when she saw a peculiar sight: Scarlet rain.
The sight of such horror alarmed Maria yet she proceeded on climbing the orange rocks. There Maria saw bodies bathed in blood, and a girl around her age seventeen at most; with eyes like a cat’s and to her surprise the girl snarled at Maria.
“You are foolish mistaking your bravery for a death wish” hissed the girl
Maria recognized that voice all too well, perhaps too well. It belonged to a member of one of the most feared clan of whisperers: Salman.
“You may not know who I am, but I know you Nafisa, not as pure as your name suggests after all”
Nafisa glowed her eyes from amber to red threatening Maria. Maria took out her blade, which seemingly calmed Nafisa down as she recognized the stone on the handle, tiger’s eye: Maria was from the Mazhar clan, who were amongst the most respected within whisperers and common folk alike. Nafisa sighed, erasing the frown on her forehead. Such slowed the rain somehow.
“How did you become a whisperer,” asked Maria,
“Well let’s say it was not exactly my own free will” replied Nafisa.
Maria rolled her eyes refusing to believe the made statement. Nafisa and she would play pretend together as children, not once did Nafisa not long to be a whisperer.
“Our dear brother Azlan has gone feral after coming back from a quest, his mind was brainwashed”
Azlan, Maria had not heard from him in years. Not after he ran away from their village to follow his dreams, a chimera in Maria’s eyes but the world to Azlan.
“He went to the temples of Malka Parbat, stupid of him, there he was banished by the leaders of the whisperer’s clan”
“What was the quest?” Maria questioned Nafisa with raised eyebrows.
“You know what”
Maria gasped, “He wants to become the leader isn’t that right.”
Nafisa nodded, “Only he wants to kill them all and build his an empire.”
“But if he is brainwashed by the whisperers how is he still a threat?”
Brainwashed a poor description for being driven to insanity. Malka Parbat’s temple was known for their treachery against those who need not meet their expectations, or better their agenda.
“Azlan hasn’t lost his drive for power, these bodies are killed by him, I became a whisperer to stop him, he has not finished his quest yet.”
Azlan was sort of one of the idealist types, but it was as if his idealism was nurtured and twisted to evolve into the perfect recipe for tyranny. An act of revenge for no one believing his vision.
“You can join me”
Maria knew what that meant, though she would become more powerful than ever if she was a whisperer, a part of her humanity would be lost, yet she knew Nafisa would take advantage of her if she was to remain human. Deep down Maria was aware of how the only way to stop Azlan is to kill him, but her sentiment would stop her from doing so.
So, Maria suppressed the part of her that screeched at the thought of becoming a monster. Her abilities were not going to be the reason for her to be a monster. Rather the addiction of power she feared would make her drunk. She did not know if she will ever see home again but if Maria did not take Azlan’s life, Naran’s rain would not be blue but scarlet.
This was not the calm before the storm but the deafening silence before what was to come. The bite had healed; Maria’s eyes were no longer brown but a scorching red like Nafisa’s.