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Commission - Farseer Macha with pink hair eating cake

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Admission

“Sometimes, I get so caught up in my thoughts that I forget what got me worked up in the first place. Then I become upset, worked up further, until all the world is a tiny spec in my consciousness as i swirl about in my mind seeking the answer to the *thing.*

It is a problem best slept on. Why do spirit seers not understand it as I do? Week long power naps bring such clarity of purpose. They nudge and poke and point. It is all so very tiresome. “Kill this, crush that, rescue these.”

Sometimes I forget they brought me back as a massive eldritch killing machine.

Wait, was that the thing? No... but what if? Perhaps... Hm? Not now seer, i almost have it.”

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“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”

The wraithlord stirrs, vaguely irritated and drowsy, glancing two and fro at a glacial pace. A helpful rune appeared in its ghost-like vision, answering an unspoken question that had come bidden in its mind.

“I have overslept, again.” the wraithlord said, despairing. It wondered how few remained that it had spoken with. Were the children behaving themselves? Did they pass, as it had once long ago.

The wraithlord gently tapped at a generous console composed of gem-like buttons, and with its finger weaved a message log into existence. The wraithlord was vaguely saddened by the goings on of the seers, it wished it could have interacted with them. No personal messages though... except for one from the young Iybraesil princess.

...

“I don’t have a mouth, Nemine.” it replied. “I can’t eat.”

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“I wish it could always be like this.”

“You’re always there for me.”

“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”

“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.” 

“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”

“I like it when the worlds quiet.” 

“There’s a place for us somewhere.”

“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”

“Your hearts beating so fast.”

“They don’t know what they want.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”

“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I miss the old you.”

“Nostalgias a trap.”

“Aliens are out there.”

“Did you hear that?”

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” 

“What time is it?”

“But why would they abduct cows?”

“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.” 

“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”

“What do you believe in?”

“What happens after we die?”

“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?” 

“And what’s your excuse?”

“You’ll get it together soon.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”

“You keep quiet and we both lose.”

“I wish I could save this forever.”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?”

“The rooms spinning.”

“I loved you long before you knew.”

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

“The Universe is too big for that.”

“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?” 

“I’d come back to haunt you.” 

“Would you come back to haunt me?”

“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” 

“I wish we knew each other sooner.”

“You’re a game changer.” 

“I’m a game changer.”

“Don’t ignore fate.” 

“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”

“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”

“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.” 

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Joke

Wraithlord: Seer Marlena

Marlena: This better be good. Washing you is difficult you know?

Wraithlord: What did she-who-thirsts say to the Aeldari race

Marlena: Oh no, not this-

Wraithlord: Have a nice trip! See you next FALL!

Marlena: That wasn't funny the first dozen times you told it!

Wraithlord: *Hums and shudders with chuckles*

Wraithlord: Ahh the tragedy of our race, the apex of comedy.

*A sponge is thrown at the wraithlord's head, bouncing off of it daintily*

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“May the gods you worship have mercy upon you. Also, It’s ‘your’ I think.”

"it has been a long time ancient one I was still a proud member of the guard last time we met I believe that we danced if my memory serves me right"

“Oh, very good. I had forgotten. My memories are a blur some times. Things escape me in my more recent recollections. I am glad you are well. Be lenient with my kin.”

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"it has been a long time ancient one I was still a proud member of the guard last time we met I believe that we danced if my memory serves me right"

“Oh, very good. I had forgotten. My memories are a blur some times. Things escape me in my more recent recollections. I am glad you are well. Be lenient with my kin.”

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Spirit-Seer Miriel frowned, moving a holographic glyph on the holo field.

“Got your autarch ancient.” she said, deeply engrossed in the game.

“I am afraid not. Look below that piece.”

The seers eyes flicked down, and her face shook with with-held rage until she blinked and nodded.

“I hate playing with you, ancient.”

A single finger from the wraithlord erased the offending glyph with one of the wraithlord’s own.

“It’s fun,Miriel.”

“For you, ancient.”

Spirit-Seer Marlena walked in, noticing the holographic strategy game playing out between the pair.

“Shouldnt you be at war or something, Ancient?”

The wraithlord shrugged. “The farseers and autarchs know where I am should they need me- bad move again, little one.”

Miriel scrunched her thin face and grimaced. “There’s no way that’s a bad move!”

“Lateral. Look at upper level 5-F.”

“Lateral?!”

“Lateral. It’s in the rules.”

Miriel began to furiously consult various gaming runes while marlena put her hands on her hips.

“Well I think you’ve gotten lazy, ancient.”

The wraithlord glanced over. “I’m dead- don’t I have that right?”

Marlena shook her head and walked off.

“Theres nothing in here about lateral moves!”

“Your stones are too new. Try the millenial runes, revision 323 I think.”

“Those are as old as you!”

“Yes but no new rules have been made to contradict them. They’re still valid.”

“This is why you haven’t been getting as many sponge baths you know. This right here, ancient.”

The wraithlord lowered its head slightly. “Ah. I had wondered...”

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Important post.

WEN U CONTEMPLATE TH FALL

LIK AN SUSRIBE 4 MORE ELDAR FEELS

-The wraithlord, age 5

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“ITS AN ARMOR COMPOSED WHOLLY OF MY SCREAMS YOU DEGENERATE COUSINS.”

YEssssss you know it’s going to be a good time when she stalks down the stairs wearing this lil number 

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“An infinitely preferable fate to the dozens upon dozens of holo messages, audio records, and bizarre torture porn(?) images composed drunkenly within the shrine’s messaging devices. Will this fresh wave of hedonism ever abate? Or will this be the new galactic constant? It makes a spirit wish for the infinity circuit. Khromys is too powerful, can none see this truth?”

please leave him alone

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“The choice to resist the inevitable is the defining trait of our race. Sometimes, survival is a sweet a triumph as any glory.”

FYI

If this tumblr gets deleted I will just make another one ☝️

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“Hello children.“

“In times of great fear and uncertainty, stay true to yourself, and follow your own path down whatever spindle of fate it follows. Choose that which is best for you, and fear not change or the passage of time. Fear only fear itself; and a loss of control. Be in good health within body and mind, and you will be unconquerable.”

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ask-aestra

Looks sceptical

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If you could drool, you would have.

          toothpastefodder

*Glances at you with a raised eyebrow*

“I require new, superior associates.”

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I wasn't asleep

It was a deep, multi day meditation. Honest, young ones.

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A hug while dancing

The aeldari were in a merry mood, following the death of the Crone Skulls Chaos Warband. For the survivors of the battle, this was a time of relief and brief pleasure. The howling banshee’s moved like a blur, occasionally their shrill alien wails ringing into the night with laughter, not screams.

Amidst this celebration were a number of imperial guard. With its thumb and fore finger, the wraithlord plucked a guardsman from the ground, and lifted him up, laughing as it did so, holding him close as it began to spin and dance.

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☑ – A polite hug (He’s sorry)

The wraithlord sighs, sounding a little more like a vague groan.

“If we cannot forget, we must learn to in part forgive. Here. Like a child smearing his hand paints across timeless treasures, we can do naught but teach to avoid future error. So much of craftworld Iyanden was lost. Somehow, i imagine they will overcome.”

The wraithlord embraced Barran, and intentionally hugged a bit too tight. It wanted this to be just a bit uncomfortable.