#0:3

[apocherri]

"no one clip this drift is a loser and wont be on until later" jokes on you this is a tumblr poat

[solarcas]

oh noo Cas got put under a curse that made him half-feline I bet this won't conse any quencies-

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[kirkwallsquad]

@nieyao this u?

[hotsumiozaki]

Godan daginn vinir, svafstu vel?

Willkommen in der Frühaufsteher-Hölle😈 okay, okay das war wieder zuviel Pathos von mir. Sagen wir willkommen im Vorhof zur Frühaufsteher-Hölle😇 Ihr wisst schon worauf ich hinaus will. Zu wenig geschlafen, zu oft wach geworden und wenn man dann endlich gemütlich schlummert, passiert was? Der Wecker klingelt! Irgendwie hat das letzte Woche mit dem Frühaustehen besser funktioniert. Noch bleiben ein paar Tage in dieser Woche in denen wir das hoffentlich besser hinbekommen oder das Tor zur Hölle endgültig aufstoßen.

Apropos Hölle, ihr erinnert euch daran daß ich letzte Woche zu mitternächtlicher Stunde zum Tischtennis gegen den polnischen Meister herausgefordert wurde!?! Muss zu meiner Schande gestehen, dass ich zwei deftige 0:3 Klatschen kassierte.

Bin allerdings auch etwas aus der Übung und hatte seit Jahren keinen Schläger in der Hand. Diese Woche gibt's die Fortsetzung und ich bin absolut realistisch, pessimistisch, optimistisch den Spieß umzudrehen! Die Quoten aller großen Wettbüros sehen mich als krassen Außenseiter, falls ihr ordentlich mitverdienen wollt, setzt alles was ihr habt auf mich😉 Dankt mir später und schreibt mir was ihr mit eurem neu gewonnenen Reichtum anstellen wollt!

[coldwrld]

Tryin so hard I’m about to pass out..

[ofthedarksun]

@ecclesiasalvatorem

( 陰の太陽 ) —

Though it had long ago grown cold, far darker, than ages past, Anor Londo changed little. Its keeper watched over it just as he had since it had been abandoned in a time now long forgotten. And just as in ages past, he left it rarely. The world outside held no place for him.

The passing years had changed the landscape outside. No longer did the city tower out of reach. A city in its own right had sprung up in its shadow, a snow-covered paradise that mirrored its inspiration in all the ways that it could. The Dark Sun, from his perch, had watched it take shape, grow. And in some ways, he had aided it. Though his power waned, his influence did not. Yet all the while, Anor Londo remained a tomb for a time never again to return, empty save for those who watched over its walls.

Until now---

His eyes passed over the man before him, a sorcerer, it seemed. He could smell it on him, sense it, that desire for power. He, too, had once yearned for such secrets, a power beyond faith. A modicum of respect grew within him at the realization. But, what, he wondered, drew a man here? Only death ruled this place now. Surely, he knew---

The Dark Sun rose from the chair he kept as a throne, modest but well-tended. His eyes moved carefully over the man before him. Then, calm and quiet, he spoke.

     “ It has been some time since any hath walked these halls. ”, he noted, mused.      “ Speak, then. ” His tone shifted. The question came, direct with eyes narrowed.      “ What do those beyond this place expect to find in the city of gods? ”

[summoners-path]

// me, crying at my desk: y-yes, that is the piano version of wind crest playing.