Shadow Walker

Name: Sitharen, Sith, Talamae, or Tal/Mae, sometimes Loki (nickname from high school because I have that sense of humor). My Elements are Shadows and Origin (Called Spirit on this planet). Tallannic (form of Paganism) Starseed, Elder Dragon of Shadow, Chaotic or Neutral Good. Physical Age: 32 Spiritual Age: Millennia Other: I am Pangenderfluid (Not exactly an actual term, but meh, all encompassing) female-biased. Nounself is nonsense. Wanna bitch at me for it? Go talk to a damn Linguist first. I have zero patience for humanity and their seemingly infinite stupidity.

[talamaelaeraxius]

Artwork teasers for my Tallannite Chronicles novel series can be found on my Instagram.

www.instagram.com/talamae4025

Novels are still WIP and probably will be for a while.

[jramseyi]

Traveling mushroom and his trusted cat

[upgradewater]

vegeta learns about weighted blankets and sleep quality

[skaldish]

aspen-aura

You're so lucky, honestly. I fell prey to a spiritual and "other kin" predator when I was 16, and didn't find my way out til I was 26. It did incredible damage to my image of myself, my gods, and the world at large. Here's to fucking up and getting wiser 🍻

Gods I'm so sorry. I hope you've found healing and greener pastures now.

This stuff is real. I've heard stories of girls getting kidnapped because they met up with someone thinking they could be turned into a vampire. I personally know people who were straight-up trafficked by predators claiming to be spiritual leaders. I've even had the experience of a reiki healer trying to coerce me into her weird little lifestyle cult with promises of manifesting my latent power.

People prey on other people's desire for significance and on their ignorance. It's sick. It's common. It's the driving force behind white nationalist recruitment.

It's why I'm always repeating the same messages of agency, questioning authority, and entertaining ideas without accepting them. These things can actually save your life and preserve your sanity.

I did get lucky, and in light of everything going on I want to make the knowledge I gained and honed as accessible as I can make it.

[k-dhd]

[sixgills]

Vegeta studies :) ♥️

[neenarchive]

so many sleepy girls in the world who have to wake up to go to work when they could be sleeping it makes me so

[neenarchive]

[catchymemes]

[hymnofvalefor]

[pansexualandnervous]

He looks so excited my God 🤣🤣

[musicalhell]

I know this is about ecological balance and population control but I can’t help but imagine those wolves are on a covert mission to assassinate moose extremists or some shit

[urbanfantasyinspiration]

He’s wagging his lil tail!!

[p1ss]

[ejacutastic]

I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL

[biszumletzten]

Stop says the red light, go says the green

Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between. 

KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT WITH ITS EYE OF COAL  SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE  AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL

[demonsnakes-deactivated20160829]

THIS IS ALWAYS FUNNY

[brightlotusmoon]

@irritatedlifeguard I agree with your tags.

[homunculus-argument]

alien: So what did you specialise in?

human: adaptation.

alien: Adap- you can't do that. Adaptation is meant for the PROCESS of specialisation. You can't SPECIALISE in adaptation.

human: Sure I did. I'm actually the apex predator in every surface inch of my native planet.

alien: And every species you classify as human is capable of producing viable young? Where would the mixed-adaptation offspring even live?

human: Anywhere they want, really. External, genetic climate modifications are largely just for the aesthetics these days.

alien: What about temperatures? Could a human adapted to the coldest climate just move to the hottest region, or vice versa, and survive?

human: Oh yeah they do that a lot. They'll need to be taught how to properly equip proper tools, clothing and shelter maintenance in order to keep themselves to tolerable temperatures, but yeah.

alien: Tools and maintenance?

human: Yeah, there's machines that can make hot air cold, and cold air hot, so while outdoor survival is only possible temporarily, it's possible to make housing structures that are comfortable in any climate.

alien: I don't... I don't think that counts as "adaptation". That's not what natural adaptation means.

human: Actually humans don't consider it "natural" either. We kind of consider ourselves separate from other nature.

alien: Well that sure explains SOME human behaviour, but... That's not natural adaptation. That's not how any of this works.

human: Nah it works quite well. We've specialised in making tools and machines for adaptation.

alien: That's not how it works.

human: Nuh-uh. Is too.

alien: Are you SURE you're not specialised in being exhausting to deal with?

human: Well actually I'm a pursuit predator as well, so literally yes.

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Wizard: I want my owl to help in this fight but don’t know how…

Cleric: make her poop on them.

Wizard: what? No. She’s not even real! She’s a fey owl!

Paladin: ok, then make her poop fake fairy dust as a distraction.

And it was from that point onward, our wizard regularly commanded his owl to assist in combats by “crop dusting” enemies. We remain undefeated.

[yourplayersaidwhat]

High Enough to See through Reality

I’m DMing a homebrew game where a force from another universe is invading. One of the players is a Drunken Style Monk that we flavoured to be drugs instead of alcohol.

Lilith(NPC): Do any of you know what the multiverse is?

Other players: No, not really.

Monk: Would I know what it is? Have I ever seen the multiverse before?

Me: Roll me a medicine check to see if you’ve ever been high enough to see into the multiverse.

Monk: Nat 20

Me(Laughing hysterically): Okay, as she’s explaining it, you realized that you know exactly what she’s talking about. On multiple occasions, you’ve been so high that you’ve seen through the walls of reality and viewed the multiverse. On one occasion you saw a group of giants standing at a table, rolling die.

[jenny-jinya]

TW: animal death / injury / death For grandma, who loved pigeons, and for grandpa, who did not but wanted her to be happy. Please hear me out <3 WEBTOON

[talamaelaeraxius]

I love and hate these animal posts. The premises are always nice but it's always heart wrenching and the artwork is very pretty.

[bandit-jay-deactivated20231028]

Comparing the rotations of objects in the Solar System. Just look at them lol.✨🪐

To everyone that's confused, the planet Venus rotates very very slowly, with a single revolution taking about 243 Earth days, and Mercury rotates slowly, but not as slow as Venus.

[femmefaramir]

older lotr illustrations sometimes depict éowyn wearing ridiculously small armour. apart from the problem general sexualisation of the only female character (who really does anything), there’s another hilarious thought:

éowyn pretended to be dernhelm, a man. to fit in, she must have worn men’s armor. so the armor in the illustrations is normal for rohirrim.

therefore, all the rohirrim rode to war just like that:

[hobbit-hole]

there’s a thundering sound in the distance as the rohirrim ride into war but rather than hoofbeats it’s the collective sound of all their cheeks clapping

[delicatelytoobear]

the artist for this particular piece is Frank Frazetta and to be fair to him this is how he drew the orcs armor 

so the rohirrim comment is probably not that far off

[adhd-trash-mammal]

That’s a man who just straight up had a problem with the concept of wearing pants into battle, and I respect that

[cumaeansibyl]

male or female

hero or villain

sea or land

even in the snow

I guarantee you Frazetta’s Rohirrim were 100% pants-free

[missmollyetc]

Good Old Frank. That man loved bodies and hated clothes so much

[thebyrchentwigges]

[trist-pkmngal]

Frank Frazetta was the reason He-Man was designed like that; the producers conduct a study to see what art appeal the most to children, and Frank’s work came out on top in popularity. So everyone in He-Man is dressed the way they are directly because of Frazetta.

[snugglebunchesofeyes]

That man gave us the gift of warrior thighs and tits for everyone.

[olderthannetfic]

Ah, it has been too long since I have seen the no pants post on my dash. And yes, this is a rare case where it wasn’t some sexist nonsense but an egalitarian No Pants Agenda.

[ding-dong-the-bitch-is-dead]

@blackkatmagic

[theveryworstthing]

the fight is harder each year.

[theveryworstthing]

gotta keep going because nothing ever stops.

[theveryworstthing]

you deserve to be new and whole.

[nervosityperson]

Can someone explain what’s happening besides someone being reborn?

[naamahdarling]

In the first comic, which is from the Warrior’s point of view, the Warrior has defeated the Monster, who jeers that there will always be another Monster to fight. The Monster dissolves into mist, leaving another tiny, baby Monster in its place. The Warrior picks up this helpless new baby Monster and carries it away. They will try again and do better this time.

In the second comic, which is from the Monster’s point of view, the Monster says that this has to happen; it can’t come with the Warrior, and there will always be another.  It tells the Warrior to use what they have learned to fight.  It wants to die knowing that the Warrior has hope for the future.  It dissolves into mist, and the exhausted Warrior collapses. The new baby Monster comes and brings the Warrior some water in a leaf.  Because we are reading this in the Monster’s voice, we realize that it is a new Monster, but also somehow, magically, the same.  We also see that the Monster is not inherently evil.  It is only very strong, and inevitable.

The third comic is a dialogue between the Monster and the Warrior.  The Warrior is exhausted and horrifically wounded. The Monster is also horribly maimed.  They are both dying. The Warrior doesn’t want to fight anymore.  The Monster tells them to rest and heal. The Warrior hands over their amulet, and we see the Monster’s paw become a hand just before they both dissolve into mist.  It clears, revealing that the Monster has turned into a beautiful humanoid, who says they will take care of the new baby monster the Warrior has turned into.  The two have changed roles.  The Warrior takes up the former Warrior’s gear and strides into the new year with the new baby Monster riding on their shoulders.

It is a beautiful, ruthless, hopeful metaphor about keeping up the good fight, year after year, even when we are worn down, and how we can still face the new year with hope and light, no matter how painful the last one was, and how it is okay to rest if we can’t fight.

[naamahdarling]

It’s not the new year, but things are so difficult for so many of us right now, and we are so worn down from so many fights on so many fronts, I feel like we could all use this again.  Love, rest, fight, love.

[sameboot]

This single tumblr post has better writing than anything hollywood has pumped out in the last decade

[wheeloffortune-design]

once in a while i obsess over Bilbo & Thorin again, so in case that's your jam, here's another fanfic I won't ever write!

After a time in the Undying Lands, Bilbo dies peacefully and finds himself in Yavannah' green fields with every other hobbit that has ever lived. His parents, family, friends, everyone. It's beautiful and plentiful and happy.. and it's also full of hobbits wanting to make social calls.

Anyway, one day, while tending to his garden that always makes perfect tomatoes (how boring!), he thinks how nice it would be if his afterlife and the dwarven afterlife were connected.

And dwarves love to live underground. So...

He digs.

And digs. And digs more.

Since time, hunger and exhaustion are not a thing anymore, there's nothing that keeps him going back up, so he digs until he hits rocks, and then he gets a pick axe and keeps digging.

Until one day, he hits through nothing. He find himself in the ceiling of a huge cavern, cut into stone in very dwarven architecture.

Thousands of dwarves raise their eyes, completely stunned.

'Huh, hello? Are these the halls of Mahal? I'm looking for dwarves. Thirteen of them-- not anyone, thirteen very specific dwarves.'

And from the crowd, thirteen voices start yelling at the same time.