BreakOnTheSkye

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[breakontheskye]

Just so you know....we did end up getting married

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Sometimes it’s just a leap of faith

[geekthegeek]

Miles Morales by Dominic Mach (Machyavelli)

[dreamofserenityartz]

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Weather

Where I live the weather is as unpredictable as the people who live here. One minute its 84 and sunny and 15 minutes later its 59 and raining.

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Pain we endure, faulty equipment we do not.

Kratos

[tenkenryu]

“When kind men grow angry, things are about to change.”

— Harry Dresden

[hannahmaycreate]

‘The Visitor’

A cute story I wrote about an ancient eldritch being visiting earth and falling in love with a sweet farm boy <3

This is the first of a few zines I am going to have available for sale at an art fair! I can’t wait to go look at everyone else’s work.

I have also got a kickstarter on the go to fund a set of enamel pins! One of whom you can recognise from this very comic ^-^

If you’re interested at all please take a look here!

http://kck.st/2BW0T91

[spartanlocke]

Destiny 2 - Leviathan concept art by Dorje Bellbrook and Sung Choi.

[spookgeist]

Eternally long first post for @destinyweek!! Ghosts!

I don’t know about you but I just like to imagine my ghost being my guardian’s best friend in the whole world. 

Please don’t remove credit! ;”

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The Light Is Coming

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My Spirit Is a Roaring Sea

I’m born to ride the crashing wave To conquer each challenge anew Ready to fight, forever brave Ready to face a foe like you

Out from the shadows you appear And steal me from my sheltered home The day has come, the day we fear Now I must face you on my own

You have me now, you didn’t ask Lust and greed your only reason But all that strength is just a mask Stripped away, I see you demon

Your stench, your breath, your icy touch Are not enough to close my eyes And through the pain I know this much I’ll never be your helpless prize

So we begin our violent dance You have the rage, but no control Don’t you realise there is no chance Against the thunder of my soul?

Beyond the darkness into light Is a warrior breaking free Did you think that I would not fight? I had no doubt, I count on me

Beyond my pain beyond my fear For no one will I bend a knee My heart is fire, my mind is clear My spirit is a roaring sea

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Dear Whoever Summoned Me To Help Them With The Pursuer,

 Hey man, it was awesome getting summoned and being the only other one to walk through that fog gate with you. When I saw that hulking mess zoom forward I instantly ran in front of you with my shield up. I’m here to protect you, you summoned me, right? I didn’t even mind at first when you stood back and watch me take him one on one. I felt elated that you wanted to watch my heroism at work. You even stood there spamming the “Decapitate“ gesture at us. I appreciate the confidence! I kept him in front of the loaded crossbows but you still were watching so I figured you didn’t know to use them. So I gave you a wink and a thumbs up and parried that giant tin can and ran right to the crossbow and blew him away while he was still recovering. I felt amazing. You trusted me to come into your world and let me be your sword and shield. I was your protector and even when you were helpless and doing nothing I was able to take him solo so that you’d be safe.But when I went back to were he died to proudly gesture over him in victory you suddenly learned how to use the crossbows and you filled me with enough arrows to make all the guards in Skyrim jealous.  But what hurts the worse is that you ran over to my fading body and you pointed down at me and then let off that “decapitate” gesture one final time.  I’m not upset. All I have to say is one thing. “Run. Run as fast as you fucking can” With love, The New Pursuer P.S. I’m going to make you my bitch in Iron Keep. 

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Blessed are the Peacemakers

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Oh me oh life

BY WALT WHITMAN Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

[breakontheskye]

I'm not a religious man, but if there is a heaven the choir is missing you

[tenkenryu]

“When kind men grow angry, things are about to change.”

— Harry Dresden