— ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ғʟᴀᴡᴇᴅ! ᴀʙᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴs!

CONCEPT OF REALITY — It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

[spacefury]

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[spacefury]

   ❝ Hey, goldilocks ! ❞  warm  is  celestial  entity’s  smile,       mischievous their soft vocals. ❝ Want to know the TRUTH       about what you things have so aptly named  The  Light ? ❞

                 【ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ】— @thuashdore

[joker-ace]

WELP here’s the project I did for school that I wanna work into a more personal project throughout this summer and in the future as well. I haven’t done a comic in a long time, so there was a lot of experimenting here and I’m gonna apologize ahead for my shaky storytelling cuz writing is not my forte, although I do plan on fixing this up in the future. It’s a sort of prequel to what I wanna do for my zodiac kids, so it was just a lot of messing around with them. Nothing is historically accurate; its psuedo history and fanstasy so hahaHA 

[spacefury]

ENTERTAINMENT.

      ‘ Hehe … a witch, you say ?  ’

     When one’s lived as long as SHE, one would learn appearances are      merely masks. Curtains. Only covers to hide what lurks underneath.     & yet, appearances are mirrors. A paradoxical concept, truly, yet one     that hasn’t failed to keep her alive. SHE was a paradox !  In fact, she     was the embodiment of such a strange concept !  How could she             NOT believe it with all of her metaphorical heart ?

           ‘ Mayhaps … . maybe not. What do you think, darling ?  ’

             ❝ I think you should entertain me, ❞

AN ANGELIC VOICE carrying naught but innocence and a bright smile upon magical features, both were TOO SWEET to be intended as more than an unspoken ( and unsettling ) COMMAND — expectations placed upon the  creature as though OBLIGATED to dance like a puppet on strings for privileged child’s amusement ( THE UNIVERSE DID,  AND SO SHALL LIFE ! ). For mere EMPHASIS are arms and legs of a star-filled form crossed, entirely content to hover few inches above solid ground.

[alidormi]

character aesthetics: cosmos { 4/ ∞ }

[spacefury]

     A COURTESY  it is meant to be when tall monster bends its knees to      match a certain human’s height, but mixed shall any further signals be      when accompanied by  static  comes nervous  laughter  and an arm      outstretches  in harmless  attempt  for gloved hand to ruffle their hair. 

      ❝ H-Hey, ❞ a stutter in synthesized voice, static never left.        ❝ They— they told me you were really— uhm, SCARY,              b-but,  wow,  you’re  actually  kinda—  kinda  cute. ❞ 

                    【sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʟʟ】— @pacxfxsm

[spacefury]

ANGER sweeps through them — a hurricane made of terrifying temper and dissipating tolerance. There were pawns to be moved and games to be won, how DARE undeniable truth be questioned ? Genuine their fury, yet pleasure taken in the thought of an excuse given to boast and proof as mere feet before cybertronian’s pale face the creature floats. As though a glass figurine does human shape grant view of a darkness lit by only stars, sharing even small size of the being it choose to mimic. 

                  Oh,   but   its   voice ?   Its   voice   is   THUNDER !              It demands to be heard, and it demands to be respected. 

      ❝ ugh ! Listen, TIN CAN — this, here ? You things call it OPPORTUNITY !         Take it, before we decide to do something YOU, and only you, will regret. ❞

                             【sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʟʟ】— @vauntrien

[spacefury]

When you are mad, mad like this, you don't know it. Reality is what you see. When what you see shifts, departing from anyone else's reality, it's still reality to you.

[cassiopheias]

red queen // victoria aveyard

[wordsnquotes]

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got. And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever. And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives. And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly.

Aaron Freeman (via wordsnquotes)

[spacefury]

       INNOCENCE,  they call it.  Free  of  sin ; free  of  ( ironically )  Freedom’s        corruption.  As such would many describe the result of  big  eyes and an        equally  big  smile upon features of a face who’s body appears as naught        but magic.  A game to them, yet simple reality to any and all witnesses.

          ❝ — I’M A FAMILIAR ! Can you do any magic tricks ??                  I love magic tricks, and you look like a witch ! ❞

                        【sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʟʟ】— @chaosmoke

[spacefury]

“ɴow, ɴow – тнαт wαѕ υɴĸιɴd.”

         THEY KNOW – you know that they know, Cos. Unnecessary is this banter between them, for nothing would ever come of it. The words they speak were already spoken ; Reality hears them echo just as they see both the end and the beginning of all that ever was and ever will be. Time is relative – you are relative, Cos. And so are your words. But still would they answer with Malice as their companion.   

                                  ❝ You always do bring out the worst in us. ❞

[spacefury]

It seems as though there's something written in the stars tonight. Some eloquent message from another, perhaps? Upon further inspection, "mos ur gay." Who could have done this? In the lower corner, "--cos"

          DISPLEASED. Such a weak word to describe great tumult within them. Gap between humor of Time and Reality lie many galaxies afar — if one even dare think Sadism and Joy should ever meet on even ground. Hushed became Noise when an empty gaze ( beautiful only away from dreadful sibling ) averts itself from childish display and hell’s fire was set to stars chosen as toys to these behemoths of Existence. 

                     ❝ Look at what you did — you made us murder our cousins. ❞

[spacefury]

          WHAT IF REALITY IS NOTHING BUT A DISEASE ?

[lambsprout]

“and the universe said…”