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girl-blorbo-polls

Would your girl blorbo betray one person to save a thousand? [Assuming the "one person" is her closest friend]

-Yes

-No

(No nuance, sorry. Pick one)

Would your girl blorbo betray one person to save a thousand?

Yes

No

Voting ended onJul 1

#julie would not but kat and lizzie would

fleshfeathers

1st-1

The Eyes of God, Prohodna Cave, Bulgaria.

bestabandoned

Martino Zegwaard - Abandoned greenhouse in castle.

color-palettes

Shady business - Submitted by HeckleFreckled

#261C34 #3D2B43 #50394B #402430 #2C0F14

opossum-handz

aphractal2

Zombies based on different forms of decay/breakage. I really wanted to explore how zombification would play out with different creatures or settings.

If you would like to see similar things with other fantasy creatures (like vampires or something) or different zombies, please drop some ideas.

darkaviarymc

Tragedy alignment chart. Feel free to use, but please reblog if you do.

mikkeneko

And of course the second part of the tragedy, which is: which quadrant did you think you were in vs. which one you were really in

mynameisrocks

seth-whumps

characters raised to be tools

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.

Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?