#eternal zoom

[alcrego]

The vanish of vanity

'Matiére Noire' collective exhibition. Marseille, 2017.

[no-celebration]

Eternal Flame Falls

[codacheetah]

This pleasant gradient shows up at your door

[egophiliac]

HOW WE FEELING ABOUT THE UPCOMING NEWSS 👹👹👹

man, it's a good thing they stopped doing the episode 7 SSRs, because I'm really low on keys and gems right now and --

OH NO

[tyrannuspitch]

Thor and Loki in The Marvel Super Heroes (1966)

[coyoteworks]

MARTch, day 23: chill. You ever freehand a car just to feel something

[shyfurby]

🫢

[sheherlockholmes]

our financial officer or whatever the hell her title is is literally some sort of energy vampire. this is miss colin robinson. WHYYYY is she the misery maker

[ddejavvu]

switching from schoolwork to tumblr is so scary bc wait let's make sure i actually closed my group presentation before writing about old man dick in google docs just in case i'm somehow typing on both

[waywardangel-13]

red one is so bonkers. from now until eternity i will have the urge to throw a chair and then yell "I'M HERE"

[dragonsdomain]

You! Are! History!

I drew some of Pit's fabulous adorable poses from his battle cry in Chapter 5. I love him so much.

There were more, by the way, but I got tired after inking and coloring two. Have all five sketches under the cut:

[ambersky0319]

I love and hate getting hit with big project ideas (both of the writing and art variety)

love it bc they seem so fun!! i would like to do them for various reasons! i know finishing would leave me feeling accomplished, id learn some new stuff and practice some skills

hate it cause i have no time to finish and i eventually lose motivation to keep up

[gothyanki]

I suppose it was inevitable that at some point I’d make a Pillars of Eternity OC who really really wants to bone the god of death in all their potential forms. Couldn’t be helped.

(Her name is Nuria Pollet and she’s a mountain dorf wizard from the Living Lands who dual-classes to Priest of Berath in the second game for not at all horny reasons. Self-preservation is something that happens to other people.)

[venting9dp]

okay officially dying of embarrassment. I hate stage fright, i hate it i hate it

[markrosewater]

This isn't your area, but I'm not a huge fan of the pronouns in the headers of the character introductions in the article "The Legends of Edge of Eternities." The text already has their pronouns in it, putting it right up there with their name makes me feel like I'm on a Zoom call with my HR department.

Let me explain why this is important. When you are part of the majority, you’re used to being the default. You get comfortable with something being not stated, because it’s assumed it’s what you expect it to be.

The change to stating things up front is an attempt to change how we view new things. Rather than just assume it’s the default, the idea is people learn that there isn’t one default, that there’s an expectation that there are multiple options.

Yes, this is a change from the past (and change is difficult), but it’s one being done to try and expand how we as a society absorb new information. Once it becomes the norm to explain how you wish to be seen/addressed it helps make differences a core to our interaction as opposed to an outlier.

In short, it’s being done to make the world more accepting of differences.

[je-mappelle-sloppy-tomato]

I was going to say the most terrifying dream I ever had but I feel kinda stupid about it now

What's the weirdest dream/nightmare you've had?

Pukicho story time???

This happened in 2004, I lived in Ireland. I had one very particular dream that I still often think about to this day:

It started in an unusual flat, somewhere up high. It was modern for the time, it felt decidedly Y2K. Every piece of furniture, the walls, the lamps, they were all bright pink. It was so trendy that it almost felt like a parody of itself, but I was a kid, and my mind wasn't clever enough for the act of parody. I would've simply forgotten this flat ever existed if the latter-half of the dream didn't leave such a permanent mark on my memory - now I can recall every last detail.

I asked a stranger to use the restroom. The toilet was downstairs, so I opened up the door to a utility stairwell and began heading down, alone.

I could look through the center of the staircase column, it was pitch-black and there was no visible bottom. I remember going down the staircase for hours, literal hours - A dark, oppressive hum from pipes and vents blinded my ears and shook the inside of my stomach with its volume. I remember thinking how long the dream felt in this moment, I recall getting consciously impatient, but I kept going. My eyes couldn't adjust to the nearly invisible-darkness surrounding me so I put my hand against the walls and handrail for guidance and shuffled downward like a blind man without his walking-stick.

Finally, only a moment before the tension would have juddered me awake, I found the door to the bathroom. I opened it up; to my relief there was light. The room was rectangular, on one end was a boxed-shaped shower with fogged glass, on the other end, a toilet. The floor and wall were decorated by the same beige tile - it all looked hastily plastered. I sat down to do my business. At this moment, the ballooning anxiety I had felt outside had dissipated almost entirely. I sat in silence and I remember acknowledging the sheer contrast in volume between the AC-hum in the bathroom to the oppressive roar from the stairwell.

It was good to be sitting there. I remember feeling as though the dream had been slowly growing into a nightmare - but consciously, everything felt right again. Nothing happened for a long time. It was so boring and tame that my mind stopped focusing on the dream entirely, and I began fading into memoryless sleep. And then the lights went out.

At this point, sitting in a darkness even blacker than the one I had just emerged from, not even a hum could be heard. The only noise I could hear, and just barely, was my own brain-matter hitting against the sides of my ears, bellowing a deep subharmonic hum from within my own skull. Suddenly, every semblance of safety was ripped from my chest, and I sat there, feeling in greater danger than I ever had before. I felt a pressure so omniscient that it choked me -- but nothing came, nothing happened. I waited for minutes - minutes where each second could be counted down in scrutinizing specificity, but nothing happened.

Suddenly, and with no presumption, I felt coarse electricity pumping through my chest. I wrangled with myself in my own bed, feeling what felt like infinite pain pass through me. I could feel myself yelling from within the dream through the vibrations of my lungs. A cacophonous buzzing bled into my ears as thousands of people screamed from within my skull. The cries of a falling choir ran-through their screams, like angels falling from heaven.

At the very same moment, a body appeared in the shower. It glowed yellow, so bright and irradiated I could hardly look directly at it. It caressed itself, clawing into its body like it was reeling from immeasurable pain. It moved unnaturally, squirming and spasming as if fast-forwarded. The glass blurred its details, but it did nothing to mask its energy. It was as if this being held the sun inside of its stomach. I felt as though an intruder entered my own mind and I had no power to stop it. Just being near it was enough to kill me, and I was already dying.

The wall of sound lasted not even one full-second - and then - a piercing zap shot me up from my bed, and that was it. I can't remember anything past that point, but I assume I went back to bed shortly thereafter, forgetting what had just happened, if only for that one night. I must had a vapid dream, worthless and memoryless, unknowing that I had just lived a dream so dreadful that it'd stick to my psyche like tar for the rest of my life.

No other dream has ever felt that way since. It was as if a second-soul decided to visit me, a soul stronger and more omnipotent than mine. Surely a dream is just a dream, regardless of the feeling it gives you, but now I go to bed every night, wishing I'll be the only soul residing within its story.

End!!