Jan 15, 2020
i have it on good authority that bernie used the c-word when ewarren said ‘NERF THIS’ during a game of overwatchh .
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i have it on good authority that bernie used the c-word when ewarren said ‘NERF THIS’ during a game of overwatchh .
@drklng kinda asked for this !
They’re all afraid, unsure of what’s happening next and what the Darkling might do to them. The room is filled with these whispers, filled with worry, Nina can’t stand it anymore. So she leaves quietly, aimlessly wandering the dark halls of the estate to escape the many thoughts in her own mind. Until a sudden movement in the shadows makes her stop dead in her tracks. Of course she has to run into him of all people, the one they once admired and emulated and who they now fear the most. The young heartrender raises her hands, ready for action. It’s more a gesture of habit than anything else, surely useless against him.
@drklng asked : 05: A memory that your character wishes to erase // accepting !
“ how he would miss the radiant egyptian sun. vast deserts and structures of gold. he wouldn’t live his life on a battlefield forever, a promise he had made. nearly ten years he had fought, body lined with the scars of bloodshed, he was still so young. he had seen enough death to last him a dozen lifetimes by the time he reached the age of twenty-three. it was time to lay them to rest.
he brought the mare to a halt as he entered city gates, the look of fear among the faces of the villagers he passed. carts, merchant booths knocked over, in shambles, a sign of a struggle. piercing blue pools would narrow, scanning the scene. finding them settling on the corpses of five men, dead. mycenaean soldiers surrounding them.
he shrugged it off. no harm done. the men were punished for their crimes. he rode on, but did not notice the faces of fear that lingered over him. they knew something he didn’t.
home. a lighthouse. no matter how far his endeavors took him, the path led him here every time. he wondered what their lives would be like now. jadranka would never have to worry about losing her son, her precious cub, to war. like she lost her husband. and surely kosmas would relish in the fact that he could see caius whenever he pleased.
and maybe, he’d marry. maybe caius would have a family of his own. he cared for hesta deeply, loved her even. her presence in the home was a comfort, and he’d cast aside all those battles to lay in soft arms forever. it was a simple life he was after, a happy one. surrounded by the people he loved, to grow old, to die.
blue eyes narrowed, stillness, a quiet he had not experienced. when he rode home, he was welcomed with open arms. door flung open, the smiling face of his mother to grace him, to be embraced the door was open. yet no one came.
oh, he knew. there was something deathly wrong with this scenario. his legs would carry him, unconsciously, as he tried to convince himself that perhaps they were elsewhere. though the door open door, the room in shambles. tables snapped, glass riddled the floor.
one step in, he’d slump to the ground. the walls bloodstained. blue eyes scanned viciously, and fell upon her. a half choked sob escaped his chest as he would move towards her, lifeless. eyes opened, but held no warmth, no spark.
he’d take her into his arms, his mother. his beautiful, pure, loving mother. a victim to men who did not know her. caius never wore his emotions on his sleeve, however, in this moment there was no stopping the tears that lined his face. she didn’t deserve this.
grief washed over him, eyes scanning the scene once more, falling upon a boy. his boy, for all intensive purposes. a sword in his hands, yet lifeless as another was impaled through him, into the dirt floor. kosmas was not a fighter, yet he tried. he had so much of life left to live, cut short by the actions of evil men. what would he have become if life had not been stripped from him?
he had held back the pain for too long, and before he knew it, he found himself clinging to a dead mother, screams breaking through his lips, tears pooling from blue eyes. death was easy, it did not discriminate between the sinners and saints.
how he would have snapped the underworld in two if he could, anything to bring them back. yet, his screams were received by deaf ears. there was nothing he could do but scream, cry, covered in blood that was not his own.
he thought for a moment that death would be easier than living with this. this pain, this guilt. he wasn’t there to save them, to protect them. HE PROMISED TO PROTECT THEM. yet he was too proud to find a grave and lie in it.
oh yes, living with this pain would be much harder. ”
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“We wanna be remembered, don’t wanna live in vain. But nothing lasts forever, this world is in a losing game.”
DRKLNG, Zebra Katz (2013)
Zebra Katz’s DRKLNG is a strangely minimal and spacious sort of hip-hop/hip-house record, but there’s a reason it’s been largely forgotten over the course of the last decade. Unconventional in its musical themes and general atmosphere, it isn’t anywhere near as accomplished as Katz’s later full-length debut.
Pick: ‘Josphine Effect’
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“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?” / SHRUGS
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“Let it be known that you will always have my support, Sasha,” Drathenia began, voice soft as she turned to face her son, regarding him with a weary stare. “But the children... was it really necessary?”