Cosmic Funnies
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Game of Thrones Daily
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature
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Three Goblin Art
Kiana Khansmith
Claire Keane
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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shark vs the universe
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Acquired Stardust
trying on a metaphor
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@enter-stage-right
"...don't let yourself be blinded, lass. 'Tis a hard place, makes weird things to people. Pulls'em near.
We're just human. We all need somewhere warm, something safe and someone lovin'. Stay by her side, lass. The room is crowded, but her right seat is still for you."
Have a Rigatona. Prussian officer uniform because why not.
Have a Rigatona. Prussian officer uniform because why not.
Just finished The Gray Garden. As a game, it's...forgettable. As a story, it's pretty damn wonderful.
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The next thing you’re going to reblog is…
Ain't gonna catch you. [@Endlesshermit]
I’m just an old man, ain’t I.
At the end of things, I walked a whole lot of road. Built much of that, too. Poured blood and sweat over small and big problems, solved’em with hammer, carbine, or both. But then I look behind, and I see ash and smoke. Kid has it easier, even if he doesn’t get it. Left precious little behind, with much more ahead still. He worked hard, on the Walls. He will rebuild. He already started.
Me? I’m done. I did what I could. Not a lot left to work with.
That’s why I’m the one here, in a graveyard, sighin’ like a windbag, half a bottle of dreadrum in hand and the other half in blood. Don’ wanna saddle the young ones with the worries and pains of an old man, do I. The Kid and Zia and Zulf will get a future, a new one, shinin’ like a golden medal. I’ll be there to help, as long as I can.
That’s what we have to do, don’t we.
A road stained gray by the ashes of a meaningless past. Scattered across existence, it whispered sweet nothings to a world that had long since lost ears willing to listen.
Death.
A dead world, a world of death. By all purposes, a "graveyard”. Yet, in that ruined cradle of fallen glories and ripened tragedies, an inconsistency made his stubborn presence felt, like weeds sprouting in the middle of an abandoned road.
It was, by all means, unique.
"This is a world that left life itself behind. Why, then, do you linger here, old man?"
Wrong. Her presence could have been draped in countless adjectives, yet none would have suited her better than wrong. An outsider, a person from “somewhere else”. Then, how was it that the woman could sit there, back almost daring to brash against back, so close to the lonely soul as if that place had always been occupied by her?
Ah, but of course. Because she was one that death sought hopelessly. A shadow that forever danced on the edge of an end that wouldn’t come. Wherever death was, she would be there.
It was, by all means, a mockery.
So be it, then. Let the unexplainable be made into a delightful routine, like awaiting an answer to the wrong kind of question. Not “why was she here”, but “why was he here”.
A paradoxical, odd sort of woman, this Seiga Kaku.
I'm not a man of words, never've been and never will. "Simple mind" carries on its back a lot of flak, insults and general negative meanings, but that's what I am. A fighter, I was. A builder, still am. But no poet, ma'am, no playwright. That's one reason, for my short replies.
There's three more, at least. One is spirit, ale, alcohol. It numbs minds just like use dulls blades not cared for. Can't say I don't welcome it, in days like these. Not now, tho.
Another is surprise. Doesn't matter if I started meetin' new people, new faces and new voices. The months in the Bastion, guidin' the Kid first, the fight with Zulf, then the evacuation, the travel...it all is quite lumbering. The world has been us four for so long, and no one else to cling to. Others still seem weird. Alien.
And the last is similar, isn't it, but more precise. Because this one woman, beautiful beyond words (but here, in this land, they oft' are), feels in here like the Calamity on two legs. She ain't right, she ain't true, she ain't fittin'. Death all around, in the ground and in the words, and she ain't part of it.
Another swig is needed.
I reply to her words. I left an awful lot of life behind, miss, I say. You can't drink to death while life's around. She's a clingy bitch, she gets jealous.
So I am here, back to back with her. She doesn't belong to this place, she doesn't belong to my company. Well, it's probably the other way 'round, isn't it. Still doesn't stop me from offering her the bottle. Mother won't get too fussy just 'cause there's a new person at her party, will she.
I don’t know. ZUN or someone should make a MMO DOTA style like LOL with Touhou characters as champions.
//You know that’s actually a thing!~
It's the most unbalanced thing ever and Rumia is OP to levels beyond words, but it's still quite fun.
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WHY CAN'T I REPLY TO YOUR POSTS, RYO
(Tra l'altro, BD è stato apparentemente polverizzato ovunque tra Roma e le Alpi - non riesco a trovarlo in niuno loco.)
"Honored Tsubame! Haven't heard you around the Mountain lately. What have you been up to?"
"Would like to tell ya I’ve been doin’ great and high stuff, but it ain’t that migthy, eh? Just ran around in the Old Hell sumwhat, running some errands and writing new stuff. Will publish’em in a bit, so wait for it, yes?"
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Ain't gonna catch you. [@Endlesshermit]
I'm just an old man, ain't I.
At the end of things, I walked a whole lot of road. Built much of that, too. Poured blood and sweat over small and big problems, solved'em with hammer, carbine, or both. But then I look behind, and I see ash and smoke. Kid has it easier, even if he doesn't get it. Left precious little behind, with much more ahead still. He worked hard, on the Walls. He will rebuild. He already started.
Me? I'm done. I did what I could. Not a lot left to work with.
That's why I'm the one here, in a graveyard, sighin' like a windbag, half a bottle of dreadrum in hand and the other half in blood. Don' wanna saddle the young ones with the worries and pains of an old man, do I. The Kid and Zia and Zulf will get a future, a new one, shinin' like a golden medal. I'll be there to help, as long as I can.
That's what we have to do, don't we.
Send me a § if you want a starter.
Specify from which muse, please. All of them are open for business, description or not.
Send me a § if you want a starter.
Specify from which muse, please. All of them are open for business, description or not.
Rucks was quite the smooth operator, back in his times. And he still is: what is lacking, now, is desire.
(But from time to time, Zia is seen scampering away, blushing, as he goes on with his business.)
9 Alignments
Move the ‘X’ to the box that most applies to your character.
[ ] Lawful Good
Acts with compassion and a sense of duty. The type to uphold a sworn oath and will protect innocents at most costs.
[ ] Neutral good
Acts with in a positive manner, although will not value tradition or rules to act as such.
[ ] Chaotic Good
Acts with a rebellious, free-spirited nature but still quite positively. They do the right thing, but are often disorganized and/or not aligned with the rest of society.
[X] Lawful Neutral
Acts with a strong belief in concepts like honor, rules, and code. Typically places a strong faith in order- they obey or give orders.
[ ] True Neutral
They don’t align strongly with good or evil, nor do they with chaotic or lawful. They usually are undecided between the 4 sections or just gravitate right in the middle.
[ ] Chaotic Neutral
Acts with strong individualist nature and they have a very ‘screw the rules!’ attitude. The individual will follow their heart and promote freedom, but theirs comes first.
[ ] Lawful Evil
Acts with honor, but don’t care in the slightest for the freedoms and rights of others. Very concerned with self-benefit at times, and will twist rules and codes to favor them.
[ ] Neutral Evil
Acts extremely selfishly with no problems concerning betraying others at a moment’s notice. They typically make allies just to further themselves.
[ ] Chaotic Evil
Acts with no respect for anything except their own desires and selfish goals. They place high value on freedom for the self, but do not care for others’ freedoms. Often associated with chaos and destruction.
Why not.
Still mostly a construction ground, but it might work. We'll see. All the muses are open to RPing, if you are interested, description or not.
