#mob b

[youtubeminecrafter]

What if phantoms are real but they never spawned because at least one person in the world is sleeping at any given time?

[doukokunoacademia]

[ask-slenderverse]

Heya Jay! Sounds like business as usual for the two of you?

Jay: Unfortunately. Tim’s freaking out because we just lost track of Alex, it’s like he just disappeared out of Alabama. * He’d run a hand through his hair * 

[hoshi-no-shirayuki-blog]

The upcoming “Monster of the Night Skies” a.k.a mob B would basically kill everyone in huge SMP servers.

[thedisdog]

Monster of the Night Skies

Even though mob B wasn’t my favorite, I think a flying mob is still pretty cool.

[bsdguildheadcanons]

Me: Poe has a nice HD pic on the anime website already!! Nice!!

Also Me: Where the fuck are Alcott and Melville, BONES

[fateshunters-blog1]

Soulmates

Fate, sometimes we forget that there is a life lived, before it reaches the end.  That before a hunt is done, the predator will watch the prey live first.  Leaving behind footprints in their lives, be it in the paranoid actions of those around it or the left behind corpses of loved ones.  When soulmates imprint themselves on our skin, that is a print of fate visible through our lives.  A curse or a blessing, just like our deaths we aren’t ever sure until it happens.  But people forget this in wistful sighs, hopeful glances, romantic poems and stories.  Fate can be cruel, it is the greatest thief and dictator.  Sometimes you don’t even need to die, to realize the extent of its cruelty. “Did you hear the execution is today.” Whispers fill the room, stopping her before she could continue the thought. “How could they go through such a thing?” “Some say they are the devil brought to life.” “Still, they seemed so kind, smiling as they tried to look for their soulmate.” “The name was common though, of course it wouldn’t be easy.” “Still to go through those lengths to find them?  Soulmates, it seems that is all people care about nowadays.” The voices drift as the people leave the room, the pen held tight through the conversation is placed back on the paper.  The grip loosening as sighed, going back to her thoughts. Soulmates, a twist in our lives that fate has placed on us.  As if they knew the insanity that it would bring.  After all, beyond the stories of love, happiness and victory, there is greed, bloodshed and disaster.  After all what about those who have veered off the path because of a name?  What about the others bound in a way to that brand of destruction?  What do we do with this curse on our skin? The pen is set down, as a sleeve is gently pulled up.  There is a name, simple in all aspects, but soon it will change.  A chill will crawl of her skin, and the words will crack and shrivel as her soulmate dies.  A mockery of what it used to be and what it used to hold for her. Never noticing the creatures watching, so close and yet she never bats an eye.  Never seeing the hand that touches the name, that starts the change.  It is a different hunt, but somehow the end is just as satisfying as the one held out in the town’s square.

[fateshunters-blog1]

Are they really listening, of course not who would listen to this pathetic creature?  None of them really want him, they apparently have no need of him.  He is just a fleeting thought, an obstacle for the greatness that they strive for.  They who have grown so well, he is nothing more than a ghost, a pest.  Here is his garden, where he is left to watch, alone because he will never be theirs, in their minds everything he touches dies.  But what is life without death, what is fate without an end.

Useless thoughts, what does it matter how they see him.  This is a job, this is his whole existence, who would want to listen to someone like him.

“Sister, that story is sad, isn’t it supposed to be happier?” Two figures sat side by side on the river’s edge, the younger watching as the older paused from the reading.

“I suppose, but then again the pale man was never a happy story.  A lonely creature, that just wanted a friend.”

“But didn’t he get a friend?”

“It depends of the story, after all many people can see it differently.  Now then let’s go home, before papa worries.”

“Ok,” hands are held tight at the pair disappear amongst the trees, leaving behind a hidden listener.

“Lamb, you will never leave me will you?”

“Of course not, there is no fate I would rather have than ours.”

The larger creature seemed content as he raised his head sniffing the hair, “I smell a hunt in the air.”

Lamb nodded as she gazed at where the two sisters have gone, “There is no time to be lonely with us here.”