β¨ gleaningway β you are here! β¨
β¦ all characters @ Crystal/Zalera
β¦ gposer & writer (no RP!)
β¦ i post frequently, notifs beware
β¦ main/personal: @nat.today
why are people doing that brawler event so intensively to the point of hurting their wrists, the thing went live today, we don't have to get everything day 1, you have time
"Event Period
From Wednesday, October 28, 2026 at 1:00 a.m. (PDT) to the release of Patch 8.0"
you. have. time.
husband: [says something funny but potentially fucked up when removed entirely from the context of our conversation and relationship]
me: [gasp] I CAN'T POST THAT ONE ON BLUESKY, YOU'LL GET CANCELLED!!!
today i am experimenting with makeup (tiny bit of mascara and nothing else because i am small infant child who never learned makeup and struggles not to feel Strange in it)
i picked a brown mascara because i figured it'd look less intense but it still ends up pretty dark particularly on the lower lashes... i wonder if they make like. *light* brown mascara
SHOP SALE
Until November 3rd all outfit collections are 40% OFF (15 USD each)!
There are 50+ designs available!
Shares are so appreciated! π€ Things are really tough at the moment!
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Tempura Pura literally started out as a "hehe what if i made a lalafell named after my main Tempy ship at the time" and VERY quickly ended up transforming into "oh no i love her" and now she's my main who i play all new content on first π
i'm not a god, you know? i refuse to walk around carrying the whole earth on my back for everyone elseβs sake. i have a dream, too. i have my own life. are you telling me to give those up to serve everyone else?
it looks like they might've discontinued this version (Oh Ma Biche, the one with the incredible angeldeer topper) and are potentially replacing it with Bich (in the super average-looking bottle) because the notes for Bich (champagne, peach, osmanthus) are the main notes in Oh Ma Biche
The author's brazen fetish, presented with such hedonistic flair and and open pride it makes you feel a little embarassed for needing to hide your own passions behind self-effacing jokes in order to preserve a sense of safe, pseudo-ironic detachment