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“May we all be human, beautiful, stupid, temporal, endless. And as the sun sets, I place my hand on my heart, feel that it’s still beating, and remind myself that past performance is not a predictor of future results.”

— Cecil - Welcome To Night Vale episode 33 (Cassette)

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I was bored and decided to make profile pictures for all the Voices from The Blackout club, feel free to use these if you want, and remember where they came from

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In light of recent events I’m reblogging these (mostly for the DFY picture)

#die-for-you #The Blackout Club

The Fairy Queen

Icarus never knew what he was doing, he had faith, and as such my understanding of how things worked were the same. I couldn’t be sure I would not fall, I could not be sure I wouldn’t fly too close to the sun as he did. But as I stood there, not falling, but not quite standing either. I float, I feel lighter than ever. There was no way of telling whether I would fall into the endless void and lose myself as many others did, but this new feeling felt wonderful. I let myself fall out of the Gold and Ivory tower and as the Daedalus to my Icarus watched me fall, fear on his face, I transform, growing smaller, faster, and most of all, wings coming protruding out of my back. I fly upwards and I feel the steel around me getting colder, my joints locking in place as if they were rusting but only temporary, I am no Icarus, I am a Tenno, and I will not let elements disrupt me. I fly higher, the sun can not damage me, for the first time since the Void Jump Incident the weight of the golden masters is not dragging me down. I let myself float for a second before falling down only to spread my wings once more to soften my fall. I am the queen of the fairies, I am Titania as described in the ancient stories, I am like Icarus but just a little bit more resilient, and most of all, I am finally whole. Captura Project: Seelie (I’m thinking of starting this up again, I probably won’t get much in the form of responses, but if even one person enjoys these I would still make it)

#Warframe #Captura #Titania #Storytelling #Screenshot #Screencaps #queen of the fairies #Tenno #seelie court #Fae

sashayed

@warmbrightwings i am furious 100% of the time because you will note that quentin always loosens up, physically, around eliot, even PRE-THREESUM, to wit,

as if something about eliot puts him at ease, as if 1. eliot’s very meanness, his untouchability, his affected distance, and ALSO the degree to which he lets that stuff SLIP a little bit around quentin, makes quentin more able to joke and squabble and relax, and 2. eliot’s unabashed flirtation makes quentin feel like maybe i AM physically sexy, maybe i can live here in my body and enjoy this, how nice for me, and also 3. makes quentin aware of the KINSHIP between himself and this person he admires so much, viz., that they are both sentimental weirdo nerds who want/need to live in a different world than the one they live in, the major difference being that eliot creates a character with his external presentation and forces the world to react to that character, whereas q lives in a world in his head, my point being like, loving eliot makes quentin hate himself less, and vice versa, QED they are kindred spirits who appreciate each other and make each other happy and their coping mechanism should be tenderly holding each other and speaking truthfully about their feelings instead of [literally everything else they do]. also quentin has known he is bi since he was like 15. thanks for coming to my TED talk

three--rings

“loving eliot makes quentin hate himself less, and vice versa, QED”

alparising

This feeling creeps over me, it feels disgusting, this anger, this feeling of not being me. The crawling feeling of flesh that isn’t my own, flesh that hardens till it’s steel. This shell that both protects me and blocks my ability to truly be myself. It’s like being taken over by a parasite, or not quite taken over, but being linked. I don’t feel at home in my own body anymore, I carry the face of a strain that should have been exterminated, A disease I want to get rid of. I have become this demon I tried to exorcise and let it take over me, we are now one, and it and I try to bend it to my will, I channel it and we are now one, not quite symbiotic, but not quite parasitic either. I control it, and I have grown to be better. It is a hard line to walk, but to destroy the monster, you might need to become one, and to become immune to it’s poison, you need to taste it. I am Nidus, I am the embodiment of infestation and warframe, the controlled doll made to control that what made me and destroyed civilizations.

Captura Project: Assecula

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getting it back to the top to show friends

littlegoldfinchh

Hey guys so I'm at a sleepover and I'm an early bird so I photoshopped Dolly Parton holding the Holy Moonlight Sword to pass some time

otarsus

This is the best D&D

theangriestlittleunicorn

“I have a dexterity of bad” is my favorite

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The Signs and Legends:

Aries: The first pilgrims to cross the great sea, lost under the light of unfamiliar stars. A song to the churning waves. The first and only of the leviathans to speak to mankind. A glowing lure in the dark, guiding the caravan of ships to their new home.

Taurus: A white mare, standing taller than any war-horse. A shepherd to the dead, hooves falling on the sodden earth like thunderclaps, war drums across the void to the ghosts of ancestral warrior khans. Unshakable steeds that fear neither death nor pain.

Gemini: A captured girl in the court of a warrior king. A shattered elbow. A vengeful spirit, marred by pollution and war. Living armor made from the bones of a god.

Cancer: Settlers and exiles driven to the south. Exposure and starvation, lost in the mountains. Refuge from the summer storms found in a cave. Something ancient and forgotten and hungry, eight legs and eight eyes, invisible in the dark. A mother in mourning finds a new brood and teaches them to weave as generations of her mothers did.

Leo: An evil sorcerer king, and the nine queens that rose to overthrow him. A javelin enchanted with sealing curse piercing an evil heart. A capital city built at the center of a lake where nine rivers converge, impossible to besiege. Unholy remains guarded by the mummies of the old warrior queens.

Virgo: A crumbling temple at the heart of the jungle. A lone adventurer who met the slumbering feathered serpent at its heart. A game of riddles, an offering of blood, ancient secrets revealed.

Libra: An empire built in concord with an old goddess of the sea. Treachery. Heartbreak. Entire cities swallowed by the waves, save for a single young boy, bestowed with gills.

Scorpio: A well dug too deep. Voices from the dark, offers of power to an orphan prince. A treacherous bargain struck. A sacrifice made. Fertile valleys rent by frigid winds into lifeless tundra. Warnings from mournful spirits in the endless blizzard to stay away.

Ophiuchus: Dreams of flight. An old monk that lives in an inaccessible monastery atop a mountain shrouded in fog. Dreams of flight. Release from the cycle of frailty and death. Dreams of flight.

Sagittarius: A masterless knight from across the sea. Imitations of foreign armor and weapons. A kingdom built on the works of a land none of them had ever seen. A strange familiarity, when travelers met centuries later. Tales of crimes and a single exile.

Capricorn: A primitive land ripe for conquer. A colony fort, stocked full of soldiers. Insult, atrocity, rivers running red. There shouldn’t be storms this time of year. There can’t be storms this time of year. Something perched on the watchtower blotting out the light of the moon, feathers large as swords.

Aquarius: A grove of old oak trees. Fresh, clear water flows from knots in the trunks, pooling in the center of the clearing. Naturally occurring holy water not tied to any divine power.

Pisces: The palace on the hill, now empty. The mad sister of the king, living in seclusion. Secret vaults full of cruel experiments. Iron gates sealed shut by fire. A vengeful monster that still roams the halls.

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It’s scary how mine really feels like a prophecy for my Pathfinder (Second Edition) Character xd

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Poems & Words

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Poems & Words

doctorwho

Incoming transmission… #MessageFromTheDoctor

officialstarscream

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

mibunookami-blog

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

haedia

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance.

Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.

What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!

She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom.

He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”