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A devoted Priestess of Death, she walks where the living dare not, guided by whispers of bones and echoes of forgotten souls.
Paris at night is so special – you need to experience it yourself.
Even in SL, the Eiffel Tower is beautifully built.
picture taken @ Paris Eiffel
There are places that time forgets. Not because they vanish, but because they stay. They remain rooted while everything around them shifts—like a motel porch in the shadow of a skyline, or a rusted sign still promising cable TV in a world that streams everything.
This place doesn’t belong. Not to the polished rhythm of the city, not to the glass-and-steel ambition that surrounds it. It’s too slow, too sentimental, too analog. It creaks where others hum. It invites pause in a culture of motion.
And yet—somehow—it belongs more than ever.
It belongs because it reminds us of what permanence feels like. Because in a world obsessed with reinvention, it dares to remain. It belongs to the quiet moments we forget to seek: the hush of a porch at dusk, the faded warmth of wood touched by decades of weather and memory. It belongs to the stories that don’t need hashtags or algorithms to matter.
This place is a contradiction. It’s a relic, yes—but also a refuge. A space where the past isn’t erased, just folded gently into the present. Where the old chair still waits, the plant still grows, and the air still holds the scent of something familiar.
To stand here is to feel time differently. Not as a line, but as a layering. A collage of what was and what still is. And in that layering, this place finds its power—not in relevance, but in resonance.
It doesn’t belong. And that’s exactly why it does.
Some days in Second Life feel heavier than others.
Not because anything is wrong…
but because you’ve given everything you had.
Every laugh.
Every moment.
Every little bit of energy.
Tonight felt like that.
The court was loud earlier. Music. Voices. Movement. Life.
Now it’s quiet.
Just me, the shadows, and the steady rhythm of my own breathing.
I leaned against the table, muscles tired, heart full, letting the silence wrap around me. No rush. No pressure. Just a moment to exist. To rest. To breathe.
Sometimes strength isn’t about standing tall.
Sometimes it’s about knowing when to pause.
When to hold onto the moment a little longer.
When to let yourself be soft.
In this space, in this quiet, I found peace.
Not in winning.
Not in proving anything.
Just in being.
✨ Pose & Credits
Pose: Bvdass – Courtney Gim2
(Basketball not included.)
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Marqs DeSade, Crafting Strategy
Manana
The sacred word of the hopeful procrastinator.
The boxes are still stacked like cardboard monuments to good intentions.
The donuts are stale. The towel on the chair has achieved sentience.
But she’s not coming home tonight.
So technically, I’ve got time.
Technically.
I should clean.
I need to clean.
I will clean.
Just not now.
Now is for contemplating the meaning of life, seeing what's on television, or rummaging through pizza boxes for one last salvageable crumb of crust.
Now is for whispering “I’ll get to it” to the clutter, and hoping it believes me.
Tomorrow, I’ll be a whirlwind of productivity.
I’ll fold things.
I’ll banish crumbs.
I’ll make this place look like I’ve been thriving, not surviving on coffee and denial.
Because she’s coming home.
And I want her to walk into a space that says:
“I missed you so much, I even cleaned behind the toaster.”
But tonight?
Tonight is for one last moment of messy solitude.
For letting the chaos breathe (while I do not breathe the fumes coming from the trash).
For loving her enough to wait until the last possible minute to impress her.
This is day seven
Manana.
It’s not laziness.
It’s strategy.
♥
Marqs DeSade, Held Together By Duct Tape
I’ve turned the corner.
Not dramatically. No wind machine. No swelling orchestral score.
Just a quiet pivot.
I miss her.
Still.
Always.
But today, I remembered that missing someone doesn’t mean falling apart like a dollar-store lawn chair.
It means loving them enough to stay upright-even if you’re held together with emotional duct tape and three leftover pizza crusts.
So I sat on the dock, wearing a tank top that says Never GIVE UP!
Because sometimes your clothes have to do the motivational speaking when your heart’s curled up in a hoodie whispering “meh.”
The birds flew overhead like they were judging me.
The sailboat drifted by, purple sails catching a wind I couldn’t feel.
And I thought:
I owe it to her.
To the love that made me want to be better, funnier, more patient, and slightly less dramatic about socks.
(Still dramatic. Just less.)
This is day six
I'm still here.
I'm wearing a kinda shirt.
Holding it together (mostly)
Realizing she will return soon, and I will soon have to start cleaning the house. Not today.. but soon.
♥
Night pulled up serving Peaky Blinders meets vampire dominion.
Flat cap? Check. Leather? Check. Why? Because we F#king Can!
Somebody tell Tommy Shelby we found his moodier cousin.
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Marqs DeSade, Folding Feelings Poorly
I spent the evening in the laundry room, surrounded by towels I refuse to fold and socks that refuse to match. The washer hummed like it was trying to comfort me. It failed.
I found her sock. The blue one with the tiny hearts. Its mate is gone—probably eloped with a dryer sheet. I held it up like a relic, like a question, like a love letter that never got mailed.
I whispered, “You were the better half.” The sock said nothing. Typical.
I tried to fold a towel but ended up wrapping it around my shoulders like a cape. I am not a superhero. I am a man who misses someone who knows how to fold towels with flair.
I checked the lint trap for closure. Found only lint. And a receipt from the day we bought matching pj's. I'm wearing mine, they still smell like her shampoo. I haven’t washed them. I won’t.
I stared into the dryer like it might blink. It didn’t. I think it’s conspiring with the peacock.
This is day three.
I’m surrounded by towels I refuse to fold.
I’m emotionally tangled in cotton blends.
I’m grieving a sock like it was a love story with a tragic ending.
And I miss her more than I missed cheese during that one week I thought I was lactose-intolerant.
But I haven't tried to sculpt her face using dryer sheets..
Yet.
Marqs DeSade, Something's Fishy here
Nene messaged me to feed the fish.
So I did what any emotionally responsible adult would do: I took him out on the dock, cause he needed to get out of the walls that were closing in on him..
Or maybe it was me that needed to get out of the house.
We sat there—me, shirtless and slightly unmoored, him in his bowl, looking like a tiny philosopher perched on a purple rock.
I fed him flakes and truths. Told him about life. About how one day he’d meet a girl fish with shimmering fins and a laugh that made the gravel sparkle.
And how she’d make him feel like he was swimming in poetry.
And how he’d be so sad when she had to go away for a while.
He blinked at me like he understood.
Or maybe he was just hungry again.
Either way, we stayed until the sun dipped low and the dock felt like a confessional.
This is day four.
I’m talking to a fish like he’s my emotional support therapist.
I’m projecting my romantic trauma onto a creature with no eyelids.
I’m wondering if he’ll remember this conversation when he meets her, ignoring that his social life, in a bowl, is even less than mine..
And I miss her more than I missed caffeine during that one week I tried herbal tea for spiritual clarity.
But I haven’t built her likeness out of aquarium gravel and misplaced hope.
Yet.
Lotus Flower nderstood the assignment — part skeletal elegance, part botanical explosion, all drama. Who needs skin when you’ve got this much flower power?
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Every autumn, we gather the horses from the highlands. It’s a tradition that reminds us of nature’s power and the unbreakable bond between humans and their animals.
But this time, something was different. When the dust settled and the herd stood safely in the corral, one was missing. My stubborn grullo stallion, Loke, was nowhere to be seen.
I followed the trail along the river, where the water rushed down from the mountains. The cliffs rose steeply, and the wind carried the distant roar of a waterfall. And there he was – a dark shadow against the white spray. Free, wild… yet still mine.
I placed my hand gently on his muzzle as i gently slipped the rope halter on and laid the rope around his neck as I whispered: “It’s time, old boy. Let’s go home.”
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Horse:
Teegle Icelandic with limited ed. mane and tail.
Coat:
Noxus Equines NX Loki limited ed. Dog and Pony show 2025 event exclusive
Body Fluffs : Sugar Bloq - Icelandic Fluffs
Tack:
cheval d'or rope haulter
My good old boy NX Magnificence is feeling the autumn in his bones as he moves a little stiffly around his stall.
After a walk in the crisp air and a good grooming in his new stall. his movements gets softer and more fluid and he sighs contently as he eats the fresh apples.
Blaze is here to remind you that spooky season is a lifestyle, not a month.
Skeleton embroidery, claws for days, and sipping judgment from a tiny pumpkin mug. Queen behavior only.
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The alley was quiet in that soft way that only early evenings seem to understand. The world had slowed just enough that every small detail felt alive the warm glow of light brushing against stone walls, the gentle rustle of leaves somewhere above, and the quiet echo of footsteps along the cobblestone path.
She wandered through it like she belonged to the moment itself.
There was something magical about places like this narrow streets that held secrets in their shadows and soft light drifting down between old buildings. It felt like stepping into a story that had already begun long before she arrived. Each step forward carried that quiet sense of curiosity, the kind that makes you slow down just to notice the beauty hiding in simple things.
A soft breeze lifted a few strands of her hair as she paused, glancing back over her shoulder. The little café table nearby still held the remains of an afternoon moment a bottle of wine, a cluster of grapes, glasses half forgotten while the evening crept in. The air felt warm and dreamy, like the world itself was holding its breath.
Tiny glimmers of light drifted through the alley like quiet magic, catching in her hair and dancing through the air around her. Maybe they were just reflections of the fading sunlight… or maybe the alley simply liked to keep a bit of wonder for those who wandered through it.
She smiled softly to herself and continued forward, leaving behind the quiet table and the lingering glow of the evening.
Some places don't just exist they feel like little pieces of a dream you get to walk through.
And tonight, the world felt just a little more enchanted.
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Story time:
i went to too Teegls "Dog and Pony" not really looking to bring home a horse, but there he was Cronus a beautiful American miniature stallion. And all the memory's of my youth of, of all the care free times and driving carts with Shetland ponies.
After a talk with the owner i found out that Cronus was use to driving.
Smiling to myself, i went home to see if i still had my old pony cart.
And sure enough it was hidden away under years of dust, spiderwebs and hay. Luckily it was still in good shape and after some TLC it was ready to go. The next day i call'd the owner and now Cronos is mine and we just had our first drive on a beautiful autumn day.
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horse: teeglepet american miniature horse
Horse coat/ skin: Noxus equines limited ED. Cronus
Harness: Cheval d'or
cart: ME_Somer Cart 1.3 TePet Shetland
Marqs DeSade, In Free Fall
I’m in free fall.
Not metaphorically. Not emotionally.
I literally jumped off of a platform high in the sky thinking it might ease the ache of missing her.
Spoiler: it did not.
I plummeted through the clouds with Tom Petty in my ears and longing in my chest.
And somewhere between 3,000 meters and emotional rock bottom, I realized-this is what missing her feels like.
Weightless.
Racing toward disaster.
Beautiful in a way that makes your stomach flip.
Love is the big beautiful passion where you are on top of the world.
But it’s also this.
The quiet descent.
The long drop before the parachute opens.
The part where you’re falling and hoping with all your heart and soul when you reach the bottom, she'll be there, with hugs, kisses, and maybe a snack...
I miss her like gravity misses wings.
Like the sky misses its stars when the clouds roll in.
I’m not writing her name in the sky with smoke trails.
I’m just falling.
Softly.
Steadily.
Like a man who knows the landing will be worth it.
This is day five
And if she’s reading this-
Yes, I’m still shirtless.
And yes, I still refuse to fold the towels alone.
Because some rituals are sacred - ok, cause I don't know how.. but the rituals things sounds cooler...
♥
I was going to quit all my bad habits for the new year, but then I remembered that nobody likes a quitter. Happy New Year everyone!
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️ One Last Night at Velvet Reverie 💌
Not all endings are final.
Sometimes… you just need one more moment,
One more laugh,
One more kiss.
💫 Come see who’s waiting for you.
Drop a notecard. Take a chance. Find your table.
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