Jedi Krysta

My Name's Krysta Halume. Strange stuff has happened in my ilife. Lets talk about it here.

[pikaole]

Isopods wearing a strawberry hat…

[krystahalume2015]

In the House Of Stone and Light

O Mount Kailas, uncover me; come my restoration, wash my body clean I’ve been walking along a crooked path where the walls have fallen and broken me in half

I’m telling you, I will not rest till I lay down my head I’m gonna go in the house of stone and light I shall not cry for the blind man I leave behind when I go in the house of stone and light, in the house of stone and light

Holy Lady, show me my soul; tell me of that place where I must surely go

Old man waiting at the gates for me, give me the wisdom, give me the key

I’m telling you, I will not rest till I lay down my head In the house of stone and light I’ll make my way, O gonna be such a beautiful day In the house of stone and light In the house of stone and light

Let me in beneath my skin, yeah, yeah, oh oh In the house of stone and light It’s been to long, my spirit’s been at war Havasupai Shaman, let me be reborn

And I will embrace the sun upon my face, come the day I awake the child inside in the house of stone and light And when I go I will op op open my eyes in the house of stone and light I will see you in the house of stone and light

I’m looking in beneath my skin, yeah, yeah, oh oh In the house of stone and light, I’m coming inside In the house of stone and light, looking for the child In the house of stone and light, see myself got such a good shelter In the house of stone and light In the house of stone and light, I’m gonna let this child come washing of water In the house of stone and light, He’s speaking softly to me (I must go there, to find my soul, yeah) In the house of stone and light, I can see so clearly now (I will go there to find my soul, yeah) In the house of stone and light, we’ll keep on knocking on my door (I must go there, to find my soul, yeah)

In the house of stone and light (I will go there, to find my soul, yeah) In the house of stone and light (I must go there, to find my soul, yeah)

Some of my drawings for Emotimau5′s angel au and the song that inspired them. 

[tahthetrickster]

it’s december 1 where’s the christmas tail kitten bring him to me

[tahthetrickster]

i have to do EVERYTHING around here

[krystahalume2015]

In the House Of Stone and Light

O Mount Kailas, uncover me; come my restoration, wash my body clean I’ve been walking along a crooked path where the walls have fallen and broken me in half

I’m telling you, I will not rest till I lay down my head I’m gonna go in the house of stone and light I shall not cry for the blind man I leave behind when I go in the house of stone and light, in the house of stone and light

Holy Lady, show me my soul; tell me of that place where I must surely go

Old man waiting at the gates for me, give me the wisdom, give me the key

I’m telling you, I will not rest till I lay down my head In the house of stone and light I’ll make my way, O gonna be such a beautiful day In the house of stone and light In the house of stone and light

Let me in beneath my skin, yeah, yeah, oh oh In the house of stone and light It’s been to long, my spirit’s been at war Havasupai Shaman, let me be reborn

And I will embrace the sun upon my face, come the day I awake the child inside in the house of stone and light And when I go I will op op open my eyes in the house of stone and light I will see you in the house of stone and light

I’m looking in beneath my skin, yeah, yeah, oh oh In the house of stone and light, I’m coming inside In the house of stone and light, looking for the child In the house of stone and light, see myself got such a good shelter In the house of stone and light In the house of stone and light, I’m gonna let this child come washing of water In the house of stone and light, He’s speaking softly to me (I must go there, to find my soul, yeah) In the house of stone and light, I can see so clearly now (I will go there to find my soul, yeah) In the house of stone and light, we’ll keep on knocking on my door (I must go there, to find my soul, yeah)

In the house of stone and light (I will go there, to find my soul, yeah) In the house of stone and light (I must go there, to find my soul, yeah)

Some of my drawings for Emotimau5′s angel au and the song that inspired them. 

[writing-prompt-s]

You are a long forgotten god. A small girl leaves a piece of candy at your shrine, and you awaken. Now, you must do everything to protect your High Priestess, the girl, and her entire kindergarten class, your worshipers.

[dycefic]

The stone was immovable, in the past. Indestructible. A spire of granite no mortal hand could even alter.

But mortal hands build clever tools, and these last few hundred years I have lived in dread that they will break this, my sacred stone, the last link that preserves me, a faint shadow of a forgotten god. While my sacred stone stands, I do not, quite, fade away.

I am in a park, now, clipped and tamed, my forests long gone. But they landscape around me and my stone, admiring its beauty, so I do not complain. While they take pleasure in the stone, I am safe.

There is a playground a few lengths away, and the laughter and happy shrieking rouse me a little from my sleep. I watched over children, once. It’s nice to hear them again.

But I don’t truly awaken until the Offering is made.

Little hands touch my stone, with curiosity and a sort of reverence that only the very young feel now. For a child young enough the world is still a mystery, and even an ancient granite stone provokes wonder. So I stir, when she touches the stone, becoming hazily aware.

And then, solemnly, the child places a tiny colourful object in the roughly shaped alcove in the stone’s side, the place where offerings were laid two thousand years ago and more, and I awaken. Many people have put things in that alcove, of course… to take pictures, usually, these days, or putting a lost object where it will be seen. Merely to place an object in the alcove isn’t enough. A true offering is given as a gift, with intent.

As this is.

Keep reading

[krystahalume2015]

I'll start.. happy pride month!!

[krystahalume2015]

Meh.. its two days early but so what.. I'll start.

[sci-fi-gifs]

[krystahalume2015]

Still dunno what the fuck these are… Still want one.

[krystahalume2015]

OK so apparently these are called Pitch black aliens.. and from a movie called attack on the block.. ok.. I STILL WANT ONE.

[krystahalume2015]

yep still want one

[krystahalume2015]

yep STILL WANT ONE.

[otherwindow]

Zombie setting where the undead are drawn towards unhygienic scents, so survivors constantly bathe to avoid being eaten.

Zombies are docile when adorned with flowers.

Settlements overgrown with herbs and flora.

Barely any banditry; everyone is focused on farming and gathering.

Different human factions and towns named after flowers like Lilies, Orchids, Roses, etc.

Instead of immediately killing an infected survivor, they’re given special funeral rites - the zombie is covered with flowers to keep them calm, and  allowed to walk out from the settlement to join the hordes.

[otherwindow]

#this makes me curiously sad #the idea of flowers covering the undead #that symbol of human love is what makes them docile

[bambitini]

me to zombies:

[otherwindow]

Thank you all for the responses!!!! I got a few more notes to share from folks asking me about this setting :D

It’s incredibly risky to attack zombies. The scent of the attacker’s aggressive intent coupled with spilled pungent rotten blood drives other zombies into a frenzy.

Zombies given funeral rites grow flowers within their bodies, eventually bursting from their chest and head area. These zombies are naturally gentle and their presence tames other zombies in the vicinity. Due to their helpfulness, it’s taboo to harm “blooming” undead:

Sweaty summers are the worst and everyone hopes they have enough dried flowers to last the winter. 

It’s a colourful apocalypse! An overabundance of flowers in the world leads to plenty of dyes and busy little honey bees!! Scented candles are a thriving export.

Survivors who help spread flowers, look after “blooming” undead, cull the hordes, and herd zombies away from safe areas are affectionately called Florists.

Regular weapons such as guns and knives are still used but everyone prefers perfumed water guns, spray bottles, and incense.

Zombies are so overwhelmed by the pleasant scent of rain that entire hordes cease movement until it’s gone.

[otherwindow]

@radio-ramblings had a few questions about my zombie flower apocalypse, but Tumblr destroyed the inbox message D: ANYWAY more notes below based on what I remembered!

Not all zombies respond to scents the same way, so some of them can still be aggressive even when adorned with flowers.

There are different types of Blooming zombies! The ones pictured above are called Flutters; their flowers attract swarms of butterflies. Disturbing the swarm will distress the Flutter, causing nearby undead to become aggressive.

There’s also another variant that serves as a walking beehive. It takes a lot of effort from Florists to herd those ones away because of the bees.

Camping outdoors is safer than other zombie settings, but it’s still dangerous. Most folks try to sleep in trees and high ground.

Restaurants and other eateries are strict as not to let savoury scents of meat attract zombies.

[marleybee]

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers

[katedniels-deactivated20190215]

[clowngirrl]

[krystahalume2015]

So not to the person that reblogged this.. but to the OP. The original creator. I got about TWO HUNDRED of these.. this is what i do to posts like this even if its just trying to be cute. Ya want me to keep going? These things are mean. Give people anxiety and need to not be made. SO.. NOT to the person that reposted this.. JUST TO MAKE THAT PAINSTAKINGLY CLEAR... THE CREATOR.. NOT the reposter. Keep making these and i WILL do more next time. Cheers.

[sci-fi-gifs]

[krystahalume2015]

Still dunno what the fuck these are… Still want one.

[krystahalume2015]

OK so apparently these are called Pitch black aliens.. and from a movie called attack on the block.. ok.. I STILL WANT ONE.

[krystahalume2015]

yep still want one

[kadzhi]

one good thing about december on this hellsite is that this gif will be making its rounds again

[queenotrera]

History wants so badly for Cleopatra to be beautiful. Like they can’t conceive of Rome being intimidated by anything less

[terpsikeraunos]

because being a linguist, fleet commander, and powerful ruler doesn’t matter, only her looks

[captain-palestine]

Reblogging the version without any terfs on it

[steeple333]

here’s the picture of her face so theres no reason to reblog the terf version, esp since it talks about her lack of beauty being tied to her curly hair and hooked nose, yikes

[alkimara]

You say “history wants to bad for Cleopatra to be beautiful” as if she isn’t already beautiful

[chonaku-things]

But she is beautiful was my first reaction. 

[jheselbraum]

A more accurate complaint would be “modern amateur historians want so badly for Cleopatra to be conventionally beautiful by western European standards, and they want this to be the only thing about her that is remembered, and not her sharp wit and general academic prowess”

[necromatador]

^^^

[krystahalume2015]

as Greco - Romans defined beauty she was. Strong chin, long nose, those were all marks of power in that standard of beauty. I dont get it?

[fuck-customers]

[sci-fi-gifs]

[krystahalume2015]

Still dunno what the fuck these are… Still want one.

[krystahalume2015]

OK so apparently these are called Pitch black aliens.. and from a movie called attack on the block.. ok.. I STILL WANT ONE.