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tuesday morning meetings 💫

[zarithial]

I am also bad at picking characters so uhhh

Gonna pick at random because I cannot think

uhhhh Vital maybe?

Today on how many words can zari say before vey die: Vital Vital Chords Yet Unbroken is one of the Lands Edge iterators! That means he has @thatcreationsureisunending and @nofathomtoodeep as brothers! Vital and Creativity are so close that they consider themselves twins, being built around the same time frame... unfortunately the time frame being on the edge of generations. So while Creativity is gen 3... Vital is gen 4. They are the second and third iterators in their group respectively.

More on what makes Vital interesting: Vital is a living archive with practically infinite storage space. the primary piece of his structure is a massive library that occupies a good bit of his upper structure. Their chamber is also directly connected to this library so his citizens could just... walk in at any point in time if they needed something. Vital was very close to their citizens, to the point where he was likely the most effected by the ascension out of the LE group. All of LE coped with it in their own ways... mostly by isolating themselves. Unfortunately, Vital's coping mechanism was interaction with others. Vital was isolated, not of his own choosing. their twin had cut himself off from them when they needed him the most. So. Vital went a little insane after prolonged isolation.

Which is where we get to what he's like now A deranged iterator who dedicates their time to keeping a record of every single creature they can acquire... through Taxidermy! Vital has multiple levels of the archive dedicated to the remains of various creatures, most in game creatures he has an example of in his museum levels. Vital is loud, jumpy and frighteningly analytical. He is judgemental, rude and likes to make fun of others... basically the opposite of how he used to be! Oh and fun fact, his puppet was not made correctly :] They were supposed to have facial expressions and were meant to be average iterator height. Instead, they have a static blank expression and are shorter than normal. the only expression they have is with their antenna which can rotate forwards and back. My brain is running out of things to say whoops. Uhhh Their structure is incredibly well built, to the point where the only way it would collapse is via direct intervention from either himself or an outside force. His city has an art-deco design and was called Vigil. The citizens were all rather knowledgeable due to effectively living on the worlds biggest nerd. festivals were a regular occurrence and vital would often watch from his chamber. He is jealous of Fathoms ability to leave his structure and has been trying for so long to find a way to get out. he isnt able to find a way however. Not without outside help anyway.

aaaand there go the thoughts. Okay! Hope you enjoyed reading that :]

[fag4butch]

just finished portal 2 .oh my god i need more

[imgns]

hey guys back from not being on tumblr hows it going in tumblrvile

[angel-archivist]

WAIT MY MIND 

[dykeguy]

man whats a guy gotta do to be picked up and spun around by the love of his life only for us to collapse on the floor in a giggling pile of arms and legs all tangled up in one another????????????

[nakotnes]

HOME   /   @fortruechaos

you  battle  a  war   /   you  have  won  many   (   &   have  endured  battle  after  battle   /   as  though  it  were  your  only  purpose  in  this  life   ).   just  a  puppet   /   with  a   sword  made  from  a  steel  of  justice  cradled  in  your  bruised  fingers.   ready  to  exact  judgement  on  those  that  dare  oppose  you   /   that  would  go  against  the  world   (   for  you  are  the  world’s  warrior   /   all  of  humanity’s  last  hope  made  it’s  home  in  you  little  angel  boy   /  tragedy   &   hope  shape  your  very  existence   ).   yet  no  war  could  ever  compare  to  the  one  that  festers  inside  your  mind   /   for  it  goes  on   &   on   (   &   you  know  there  to  be  no  victors   /   never  ending   ).

a  pursuit  for  true  self   /   when  the  mirror  reflects  back  at  you   (   you  do  not  see  yourself   /   only  the  clay  that  the  world  shaped  you  to  be   ).   the  smile  that  reflects  back  at  you  is  not  yours   /   the  eyes  that  hold  the  sun   (   they  are  warm   /   but  they  are  not  yours   ).   how  frightening  it  is   /   to  live  day  by  day  as  though  you  are  a  stranger  in  your  own  skin.   the  thoughts  keep  you  awake  through  the  night  life   /   just  what  could  you  have  been  if  not  for  the  life  you  were  born  into   ?   would  you  still  be  the  angel  boy  that  smiles  brightly   /  to  pierce  away  the  darkness  that  clouds  the  sky   ?   you  suppose  that  it  is  pointless  to  ask  questions  you  could  never  know  the  answers  of   /   yet  ever  still  the  thought  weighs  heavy  on  your  mind   (   was  it  simply  wrong  to  think  you  could  ever  be  meant  for  something  more   ?   ).

eyes  simply  trail  towards  the  sky   /   ah   ,   just  like  home   (   the  stars  sparkle  beautiful  in  the  night   ).   home   /   you  suppose  the  world  you  were  born  into  was  never  your  home.   yet  your  only  comfort  were  the  stars  that  never  fail  to  brighten  the  night  sky   /   they  filled  you  with  a  hope  to  never  falter   (   no  matter  what  tragedy  life  throws  your  way   /   you  would  shine  bright  no  matter  what   /   like  the  stars   ).   the  ruined  wasteland  was  not  your  home   /  for  you  truly  belonged  within  the  stars   (   that  was  home   ).   a  smile  spreads  to  your  lips   /   the  stars  dance  in  your  eyes.   the  world  around  you  is  no  more   /   just  you   &   many  stars  that  are  forever  out  of  your  reach.

however  you  have  learned  to  simply  let  the  fire  in  a  lantern  spin  without  you   /   take  back  control  of  your  reality   (   even  if  your  life  was  not  your  own   /   your  hands  can  still  hold  onto  reality   ).   you  see  shadow   /   a  hero  of  the  past.   he  sits  alone   /   bathing  in  the  light  of  the  stars.  you  think  to  yourself   /   perhaps  the  war  that  wages  in  your  mind  can  be  settled  by  some  company.   a  hesitant  first  step  is  taken   /   a  thought  that  drifts  in  your  mind  floats  like  a  cloud  in  your  mind.   it’d  be  rude  to  simply  drop  in  uninvited   /   especially  when  the  two  of  you  are  simply  not  close   (   &   yet  your  hands   /   yearn  to  know  of  another   /   your  heart  pleads   /   it  has  grown  tired  of  this  loneliness   ).

yet  he   ;   ultimate  lifeform   /   takes  action  before  you.   wordless   /   understanding.   he  simply  shifts  a  little  bit  to  make  space  for   /   you.   it’s  a  bright  smile  that  tugs  at  your  lips   /   perhaps  it  seems  a  bit  silly   (   &   yet   /   you  feel  a  joy   /   to  be  acknowledged   /   to  exist  in  a  world  never  meant  for  you   ).   simply  do  you  lay  in  the  space  created  for  you   /   filling  it  with  memories.   you  dare  not  break  the  quiet  atmosphere  between  the  two   /   though  it  is  not  one  made  by  choice   (   you  know  that  shadow  doesn’t  wish  to  connect   /   yet   ,   you  simply  wish  to  feel  real   /   to  understand  those  around  you   /   yet  you  simply  do  not  have  the  key  to  unlock  your  way  into  the  hearts  of  other   ).   unknowing  of  what  words  to  say   /   you  simply  bask  in  the  silence.

for  it  was  a  peaceful  silence   /   one  enjoyed  with  another.

[tehbesthackrr]

Im so laidenpilled rn ask me anything abt them please