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Robert Wun | Haute Couture Fall Winter 2024/2025 (x)

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How funny, the way his little blue thinks those... Garganquaders, was it... will keep existing for long enough to pose a problem.

It's been far too long since he saw to the eradication of an entire people. Short-lived civilizations had a bad habit of needing examples to be made every few millennia or so.

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Difficult Personality Test

"Everyone's a critic."

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reblog if your muse has ever suffered a life-threatening injury. 

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Computers are very simple you see we take the hearts of dead stars and we flatten them into crystal chips and then we etch tiny pathways using concentrated light into the dead star crystal chips and if we etch the pathways just so we can trick the crystals into doing our thinking for us hope this clears things up.

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What's Peculiar About Your Soul?

Your soul is... Ancient

The death of someone such as yourself is an event rarely seen... It is a great honor to harbor such an elegantly aged soul. So much twisted wisdom contained within that pulsing, coiling mass... So many revelations, loves, losses, broken promises, rekindled hopes. You are cherished, of course... For you are a magnificently rare specimen. But the horrors you have seen live as long as you yourself, harrowing and unearthly. You are blessed. You are vexed.

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What Tarot Card are you?

The Fool

There is only so fast a car can go before it flips. You would do well to memorise that speed, though whether that is to reach it or avoid it is none of my concern. Your life cannot be made only of beginnings; you forget that for every new life there is one you had to smother. Adventure beckons, must you rise to meet it? Have you spoken to a loved one from a past life recently? I’m sure someone, somewhere misses you.

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The gods you were abandoned by are the same ones who pray to you in another life. Now it is time to choose. To answer, or to sacrifice? Forgiveness, or revenge?

When a godless creature becomes a god, what will she do?

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Grief that cut core-deep like this had a... particular taste. Ashy and bitter, with an undertone of something kept frozen for far too long. Unpleasant. Nostalgic, in ways Nero didn't care to dwell on. For all he'd told the tiny star — barely one, at the age it seemed to be at right now — to grieve as needed, the black hole hoped this particular emotion would pass quickly.

A spindly hand reached out to carefully stroke Herish's hair. The living... generally needed reassurance, and his little blue likely hadn't received any in a long time, especially as it was now. With the Voidweave cloak around the star ensuring protection from the forces of a black hole's touch, he could do this much.

And not dwell on why the scent of grief born from loss of childhood innocence sat like a heavy weight in the back of his throat.

Nero let out a thoughtful hum, a quiet note so deep it was less a sound and more a thrum of space. "It may not comfort you now, but there will be a reckoning for what's been done."

For those who would hunt down their betters, and those who failed the duty to see such deeds punished both.

A weighted presence, he settled down beside the little thing he'd given — loaned — his cloak. Not touching, but within reach. Close enough for the colourless starlight strands of his hair to counter the darkness of the rest of his presence.

"You are allowed to grieve. Or rage."

However long Herish was going to be in this state? This fallen star would stand guard.

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A weighted presence, he settled down beside the little thing he'd given — loaned — his cloak. Not touching, but within reach. Close enough for the colourless starlight strands of his hair to counter the darkness of the rest of his presence.

"You are allowed to grieve. Or rage."

However long Herish was going to be in this state? This fallen star would stand guard.

A vast, black cloak flutters down over the little blue star (Even littler now. Of all the ridiculous things to happen...) landing gently. Enveloping, grounding, but not restricting. Its darkness glittering with starlight and echoes of warmth.

"You're in a safe place, little blue."

Herish had heard tale of these beings; the lost. The dead walking, ever consuming the light of other stars. But right now, the echoes of a fallen star were better than nothing.

He sniffled, wiping his eyes as best he can. Herish's starlight was so dim, but still there.

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There is something dangerously alluring to this blog... I'm worried that I'll get lost in the vast nothingness of the starless sky...but, in end I'm nobody, am I not, my Lord? Can nobody get lost or will he get found by something?

"Why worry about getting lost, little one? You already know that in the eyes of the cosmos, you're nothing. A speck of dust that vanishes in the blink of an eye. Fear will only ensure you stay that way."

"There's peace in facing the Void and becoming nobody, for those who were nothing at all before."

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Dark Matter by Natasha Nanook

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six of swords

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The first simulated image of a black hole was calculated with an IBM 7040 computer using 1960 punch cards and hand-plotted by French astrophysicist Jean-Pierre Luminet in 1978.

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Reblog if you’re 30 or older

This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!

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The divine right of kings but it's a curse