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This is my bunny girl red mage for FFXIV! If anyone here is on Famfrit (or Primal as a whole, really), feel free to message me! Always looking for new people to play with!
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Salva me, fons pietatis Salva me, fons pietatis
Abandoned In the beginning, there was nothing. Not the nothing of still waters that pull you in, towards their darkness. Not the nothing of barren lands and empty air. But oblivion, the nothing of having never been born and never to be. And yet, the eye of God would open, being there and having always been there, staring into this abyss. And with its mere thought, a dream perhaps, or a song, a choir of creation, the world began. A glorious world, where the seventh-born Sun gave three dawns and four dusks. Where endless and sunless seas wrought salt-wounded flesh. Where the triple-eye opens to the birth and death of knowledge in the untended flame for the first and, perhaps, final time, if it has its way. And more, long forgotten. But as God set its eye upon the world, and only it knows what it saw if it has not forgotten, it was disappointed. The one and only truth we know. And so it left. Leaving behind but Servants, the divine machines by which the wheel of the cosmos turns, if it turns at all. And so the black flame of creation cooled into the white flame of decay. As the primordial became merely ancient, humanity was born, into a world where they had already been abandoned by both their mother and their father, by a divine that was both and neither. And as ancient became historic, God was forgotten, by everything but name, only remembered by happenstance to give to everything mankind did not quite understand. Which was everything that mattered, if anything truly did. And as the historic becomes the known, by tales from grandfathers to fathers to sons, the then becomes the now. Where petty lords rule over petty kingdoms. Where those who thirst for power ask for more from men who know too little and yet too much, nevermind the consequences. Where those who simply wish to live pay the price in blood and more for those too eager to not find their stops to the top, even though they will never reach there before the fall. And so the flame keeps on burning, from stagnation to decay, until the machines stop turning.
Its very bare bones right now (really only the intro and the start of the soul arts/sorcery article), but I’ve started to build out the wiki for my homebrew world of Meridia. Inspired by media like lovecraft, sunless sea, cultist simulator, berzerk, and warhammer, the world of Meridia is one abandoned by God, a divine being being beyond human comprehension and who truth has been forgotten in everything but name.
Leaving behind only the Servants, equally as eldritch creations that serve as the machine that keep the universe going, humanity attempts to build up its kingdoms, empires, and civilization. Limited by their understanding of the truth of the cosmos, most must engage purely in the mundane, but some, seeking greater power or knowledge, attempt to learn greater truths. Most go mad, but some gain access to a fraction of a fraction of the decaying remnants of divine energy that were left behind and try to play God through what would be like ants playing with specks of dust to the true divine.
Would love for ya’ll to check it out! And would love feedback or even suggestions!
Boris Dolgov - Who Are the Living? (Weird Tales, September 1942).
Over and over and over again
honestly i think the reason why it’s so common for kids to have the “it’s not a phase, mom” argument in their adolescence is less because they genuinely plan for their current state of being to remain utterly unchanged forever and more because they’re tired of having their interests/self expression/beliefs/etc dismissed as foolish due to being probably temporary
i know that when i was that age i certainly wasn’t thinking about whether or not i’d be into whatever shit i was into then when i was 80, all i knew was that i was sick of feeling like the adults in my life were just rolling their eyes and waiting out everything that was important to me at that moment
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The Crow (1994)
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ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ- ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ɪꜰ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ.
An underground town by the name Coober Pedy is a small mining town with a population of just under 2,000, but it’s also the “opal capital of the world” and has been supplying most of the world’s gem-quality opal since it was founded in 1915. In this waterless environment, not much activity goes on above ground and instead, the community exists in a network of tunnels underneath the desert earth, inside some 1,500 homes and dwellings they call their “dug-outs.” (Via)
𝚃. 𝚂. 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚝, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙹. 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚞𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 (𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻)