♜♞♛Night of the Oddities♚♝♟︎ Winner's collection
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Truly a remarkable collection. The biggest maybe, the most expansive, expensive, explosive.
But surely, amid the curiosities, you know one thing in your very heart. That despite the glitz, the glamour, the rare trinkets from far and wide. Despite all that and more, what you collect and store, is unlike all other.
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Showcase a curio from your collection.
Pick any site item (sp, CS, CW, event, etc.) and tell us about it.
Dealine: Thursday 4th 11:59PM
We will pick a favorite from the submissions and another with the luck of draw. Winners will get to add something new into their collections.
Some questions to help you out: What is it? How did it end up in your collection? Why is it in your collection? Is there something odd about it?
Remember to include the item in your post using the item code!
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Anything goes! Doesn't have to be wearable. You do not need to actually own the item.
You don't need to have participated in the avatar contest to participate in this event. If you did participate earlier, your entry for this contest doesn't have to be related to your previous story but you are more than welcome to continue it into this one.
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You run your hands over the surface of the old wooden trunk. What treasures could it hold? A cursed hand mirror? A haunted wedding dress? Forgotten savings bonds?! With the last thought you throw open the lid with such force the hinges crack and the lid slides across the floor. Oops. No matter. You plunge your hands greedily into the trunk. Your hands come into contact with something soft and feathery but your nose comes into contact with something much, much more foul. You gasp and retch as a putrid smell assaults your senses. It was as you had grabbed a decaying skunk carcass that had been stewing for weeks in a swamp. You go to put the item back and frantically look for wherever the lid went when a large hand squeezes your shoulder stopping you. A deep and guttural voice booms from behind you, "That's mine."
There is no Shepard without Vakarian
"This little bauble once belonged to a very intelligent young...man shall we say. He was many things but holy wasn't one of them. He and his brother were the first and ruled the land but one day his brother looked up and saw the light of heaven calling. Tugging on the young... man's tail he attempted to force him along. To ascend to the heavens and serve those below.
But why serve in heaven when there is a world right there to claimed? Ready to be ruled. They both tugged in opposite directions. Equal in strength but opposing in ideals and neither giving an inch. Their cries become thunder, the flares from their struggle lightening. After seven days of this futile tug of war that scorched the land the young Serpent clawed out a very special scale just under his chin and used it to free himself from his brother and cut off his own tail. So great was his pain that he finally let go and as he descended to the world below, watched his kin ascended to the sky above.
His very soul spilled with his precious blood raining on the world and filling it with magic. Magic that seeped into the souls of the mindless creatures that roamed it giving them eyes that saw for the first time. Not just looked but actually saw.
As for the young.. what was it now? Man? Yes, lets keep calling him that. He fell far beyond the world he craved. Down, down and even nine times further than you think. His very fall shaking the land and breaking it to pieces that drifted away.
He is still there I believe. The young one. trapped in the depth, still wounded and trying to recover his life's blood that runs in your veins. Ah but a spirit which is destined to rule can't be contained even if the body is. So I wonder where all souls go that are promised to him? The souls that are unclaimed? And the souls, that willingly enter his domain?
This blade, once a single scale on his proud self, has gone by many names. But one thing remains, the taste of the first blood ever spilled. It yearns for more, always calling. Ah my dears that is close enough. I see my little tale has drawn you near and not the calling of this lovely item. You do not wish to promise your very essence to it's real owner nor do you wish to bath it in the blood of those around you damning their very soul. Do you my dears. Enough for now I believe.
As for how it came to my possession... well, lets just say a certain young one owned me a favor for talking the gods into allowing him to run his own prison, just a little something to keep him and his kind busy obviously, no other reason what so ever. I do so very much love collecting things of power after all. How could I resist the very first.
Outfit Not Found [Item=Fading Tome]
The mysterious volume was in a trunk with a variety of other old books they bought at auction, it wasn't on the manifest so must have been forgotten. Being locked up in the trunk the tome became ghostly and Worthy almost missed it. They are so glad they didn't.
The Fading Tome is one of Worthy's favorites. It rewards their attentions not only with knowledge, but by not making them forget. Each time they open it there is something new. They believe the book and themselves have formed a friendship. It might be true, the book seems to be more solid than ever before.
link to my post counting kisses I've kissed 30 times (5 each person) may i slot on the void ruler doll please ;u;
"Is that really what I think it is?" There's a hushed murmur from another reveler and Silenta tips her head, catching the conversation. "It can't be - souls can't really be captured. Can they?"
The laughter she lets out at their disbelief feels like someone walking over the reveler's grave.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Perhaps they can't. Would you like to peek inside and find out?" Her voice is somehow worse than her laugh, claws digging into the reveler's heart, their lungs, grinding in and pulling. They realize they're panting, sweat beading their brow, and then she's laughing again. "Not yet, then."
It feels like a close brush with death when she shifts away, box cradled in her arms, seeming almost to undulate beneath her touch.
by Cheshire An ache emanates from deep inside. It sings of emptiness. Not from the pit of their stomach, more so from some unreachable place inside their being. Yet it is stifled by a comforting thrum of frigid magic that constantly pulses from the jewel strung around their neck. A trivial thing, composed of a small shard of never-melting ice. Diminutive in comparison to the creatures collection at large, yet valued above all else organized therein. A personal treasure.
Glitzen lifts a hand to adjust the silver chain and chuckles quietly to themselves as shrill yet distant curses from inside the necklace reach their ear. "You know no one can hear you, my darling. It is by your own design."
Ages have passed since they switched places. Yet it would never feel like long enough. Glitzen felt it was only a matter of time before she learned the language, unknotted the wards, and read the magical incantation that bound her inside the shard of ice. But until then, every passing hour was a gift and one that would not be wasted.
For now the collection was theirs, and somewhere inside they would find a way to keep her locked away for eternity. The way she had expected to keep them. The unfortunate Queen having sealed her fate the moment she agreed to make a pact with the alluring entity from beyond her plain. Now Glitzen need only explore this new realm and expand their wears. Maybe pick up a few shiny things just for fun along the way...
-sidles in- Hiii ;;u;; It's my first Survival, and the first time I've really ventured onto the forums, so I thought I'd take part in a few events. Really love the aesthetic of this one! I regret showing up late xD;
Will use this post to count kisses >3>
Total: 31
[Kiss=Daring] x6 [Kiss=Emyon] x5 [Kiss=Akita] x5 [Kiss=Deerest] x5 [Kiss=Idiot] x5 [Kiss=Bunshroom] x5
Strains Collected:
Yggdrakill | Sickura | Queasea | Butterfly Bruise | Bulbous | Fevermore | Doom Bloom | Pinkie Patch
finally done with the 30 kisses OTL sorry it was so sporadic. work has me buried still.... link for kiss count!
I'd love invites for the oni mask + void doll pretty please!
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"grey would be the colour if i had a heart" ~nin ❤️
Hi! I hope it isn't too late to start kissing :) Total = 36/30
x06 Success! You kissed Daring and got 2 x Be Mine Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Daring and got 3 x Too Cute Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Daring and got 3 x You Have Beautiful Eyes Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Daring and got 2 x Be My Love Rocket Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Daring and got 1 x You Have Beautiful Eyes Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Daring and got 3 x Be Mine Candy Heart!
x06 Success! You kissed Emyon and got 2 x U Smell Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Emyon and got 1 x I Want You Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Emyon and got 1 x Too Cute Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Emyon and got 1 x I Want You Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Emyon and got 1 x I Want You Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Emyon and got 3 x White Tiger Grrr Candy Heart!
x06 Success! You kissed Akita and got 1 x I Heart U Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Akita and got 1 x Too Cute Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Akita and got 1 x You Have Beautiful Eyes Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Akita and got 3 x You=Pretty Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Akita and got 1 x You=Pretty Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Akita and got 2 x You Have Beautiful Eyes Candy Heart!
x06 Success! You kissed Deerest and got 1 x You Have Beautiful Eyes Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Deerest and got 2 x Emergency Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Deerest and got 3 x I Want You Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Deerest and got 2 x You Have Beautiful Eyes Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Deerest and got 1 x Too Cute Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Deerest and got 3 x Love Sucks Candy Heart!
x06 Success! You kissed Bunshroom and got 1 x Pirate Love Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Bunshroom and got 2 x I Want You Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Bunshroom and got 2 x Too Cute Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Bunshroom and got 1 x White Tiger Grrr Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Bunshroom and got 2 x Emergency Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Bunshroom and got 3 x Love Sucks Candy Heart!
x06 Success! You kissed Idiot and got 2 x Pirate Love Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Idiot and got 1 x I Want You Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Idiot and got 1 x I Want You Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Idiot and got 2 x Emo Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Idiot and got 2 x You=Pretty Candy Heart! Success! You kissed Idiot and got 2 x I Want You Candy Heart!
The faint songs of metallic chimes swirl through the forest air, an erratic harmony on the wind. Barely audible through the cracks in the crumbling foundation of my home, its earthy stone soaking up most of the notes, still it trickles in unbidden. It slithers in, carrying with it particles of dust, a steady chill, and an uncomfortable dampness. As it passes through my home so too do I feel it pass through me, leeching my heat, mocking me with its penetrating, tinny notes. The fresh air is an affront to the stale comfort within these moldy walls. I reach through the plumes of steam rising from a small cup before me. Dipping my finger in, I break the reflection of my face, my slender forefinger meeting the mirror world and slipping beneath its surface. Slowly, gently, I stir the liquid inside. It appears clear and calm at first, something to be looked through and to be known, but I agitate that calm fluid, and as I move within it so begins the transfiguration. What was clear becomes clouded. Swells of deep pink roll to the surface and spread, consuming the translucence until all to be seen is the murky pink. I can no longer see my finger beneath the surface. To my eyes it is lost within. I pull my finger back out, staring at the same pink upon my skin, within my skin, and marvel at the visual splendor of removing myself only to draw back a part of that which I was within. How fitting, how symbolic, how apt. This tea is as much a part of me as I am of it now. How long a life I have lived thanks to its properties. Thanks to my ability to learn from it. A teacher that teaches not through words or images, but through experience. Through existence. I turn and place a trembling finger upon the potted Darkside Dreamer beside me. I can feel its warmth. I can feel its will. As it called to me that day long ago, called to an unwanted child, called to a sleeping dreamer, asked of me only the willingness to learn, so it calls to me still. Preparing this tea from its pollen, dried petals, and dried leaves, the parts it sheds willingly to the world, is an art that only I have mastered and none others can dream of... yet. The dreamer shapes their dream and with my Darkside Dreamer I am bound no more to my own dreams. A dreamer who can dream outside of themselves, who can shape, taste, devour the dreams of others... one who can create dream from reality. To take a small piece of each person's very own dream, their experiences, their lives, is to become The Dreamer. The fragments of the dreams of others forever live within The Dreamer and so all will eventually be one with The Dreamer in their endless Dream. In dreams we accept what is provided to us. Everything within a dream is exactly as it should be and we are none the wiser to the insidious lies of it. We see ourselves falling, and we feel ourselves falling, but we awaken to a body lying comfortably where it was put to rest seemingly brief moments ago. For The Dreamer, however, they can recognize that the dream is what is falling, they are simply observing it fall down around them. For The Dreamer reality is an extension of their Dream and so the world falls down around them while they remain as they were. Yes, as they always have been and always will be. Dreams are constantly shifting, playing, changing colours, and scents, and locations. Somebody you know appears only to be replaced by a stranger you swear you have always known, and just as quickly, they are gone. They were never there. A shattered yet thriving kaleidoscope of possibilities. Where The Dreamer goes the Dream changes, but it always makes sense to those dreaming it.
ToT, Flower, Kiss Me, Dance With Me
💀🍬🌸🌷Lumi Tree
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glowing heart description
A spiritual piece of the heart which was once frivolously divided up by the owner until there was nothing left but an unfulfilling void. The pieces slowly came back together as the owner found his true love, and the whole heart was found once more. It not only refilled the owner's void, but inadvertently the void of the demon that was possessing him. That's an entirely different story, though.
biting for all strains!
: Hi hi I've reached the 30 kiss tier here. Can I please have a slot on the Tainted Portrait and the Void Ruler Doll (the latter is meant to be a belated birthday gift to a friend on here)? Many thanks in advance!!
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Lottie holds up a pair of beautifully carved and painted Xotls.
"As you may have guessed, my search for the latest and greatest poisons takes me on travels far and wide. One day, I decided to venture over to the Omen Islands for the first time. To my delight, I learned of creatures that lived there called Xotls, whose skin can naturally secrete toxins."
"While I was on the Islands," she continues, "I found a little shop selling these exquisite figures, and I just had to take one home with me as a souvenir of my trip. They are coated with poison for added realism." Her voice drops to a whisper, "I might have added one more coat of pure Xotl poison for good measure." Returning to a normal tone, she sighs "Aren't they simply wonderful?" Then, with a smirk, she holds them out. "Oh, would you like to touch them?"
Okay, I'm gonna start kissing for some awesome items now. ;; I'll try to to do Event 3 a bit later.
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Total: 15
story
She never thought this day would come. Now that it was, she couldn’t believe how unprepared she was to say goodbye. Machines hummed and whirred, the music ushering the living onto the next stage; the unknown. Labored breaths huffed in time to the mechanical sounds like some morbid symphony viewed by silent, mourning onlookers. Gently cradling the thin hand that once held her only moments after she was born into this world, it was unfathomable to think this frail, failing body was her grandmother now.
Leaning close, she pressed her lips to the now hollowed cheek, feeling the hot tears welling in her eyes. It wasn’t long now but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. There was so much left to do and say, so many regrets to unravel and yet no time left to do it all. Taking a shaky breath, she leaned down against the mattress, eye level with her grandmother, watching a silent moment.
”I don’t want you to go…” she choked on her words, feeling her throat grow tight with sadness. “But it’s ok. We love you… so much. And it’s ok to go now. You don’t have to suffer anymore.”
Suppressing the sobs threatening to shake through her chest, she sits up slowly, giving a gentle reassuring squeeze to the hand in hers before releasing it. In her lap lie one of the few mementos she would have once her grandmother passed on. Lifting it as if to inspect it, the music box was quite unique with a white carousel horse staged center, a carnival style background to complete the look.
Turning it over, her shaking fingers found the key, giving it a few turns and bringing to life the otherwise silent statue. As the horse bobbed up and down, a tinny melody broke the melancholy sounds with its cheerful notes. A gentle smile curved over her lips at the song and dance of the tiny horse before turning her eyes up to her grandmother. She swore she could see just the faintest of smiles on the woman’s lips before she took her last rattling breath.
The item I chose is . From the time I saw it on site I knew I had to have it because it makes me think of my grandmother. She gifted me a very beautiful carousel horse music box that I'll cherish for the rest of my life. I think it's one of, if not the very last of the things she gave me when she was still alive.
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You see Oriana hidden in a dark corner swiftly pull the pouch from a ruffle in her sleeve. You try to look away but the light glow keeps you hooked. Few have seen this sight and lived to tell the tale. You awkwardly shift behind others at the auction, trying to stay out of site as you stare open-mouthed waiting to see what happens. Whisps attempt to escape the pouch, but with a pulsing hand, Oriana keeps them in check.
She pulls out a golden whisp and rolls it into a ball which now hovers in the palm of her hand. She stares, unblinking. The golden orb blinks once before before becoming a small landscape. A child, maybe 7 runs up to a blonde man, the image is too far from you do see the details. The man kneels, as if to catch the boy. Before you can see what happens next, Oriana clenches her fixt upon the memory and places it back where it came from.
She slowly looks up with eyes the rumors say can not take in sights, yet sees all. She peers at you and your blood runs cold. She knows you have been watching her, you do not need to have her skills to know. You hear her name called out from the head of the auction, you look up although you are not positive, when your eyes run across the gentlemen who called her name. Tall, blonde, and severe... He looks so much like the man in the memory you just watched. When you look back, she is gone.
You are too afraid to ask around for fear she may come back. Her leaving you was a mercy. It may take more than your memories to spare your life. Your questions tumble around in your head like a rockslide. What is the mystery surrounding her bag? How does she store those memories and watch them the way she does? Why was she watching a memory of the strange man running the auction?
Too many questions with no answers... You decide to quickly make your exit before something else happens.
