In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. "Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." He didn't say any more but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon—for the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only SCP-6000-Jay Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—SCP-6000-Jay Gatsby who represent...
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#...not a bad idea#I need to find something that smells like robots and meat for Oltyx#and make myself regret everything lol
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Trazyn got put into time out. Thank you to the amazing @pyriax for the animation 🥺
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the reason typical ancient egyptian art depicted almost everyone in profile wasn't for preservation of image, it was because otherwise Horus would look like
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oh its this asshole
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evultrakill post again 'cause my acc have been banned I will upload old works here to try to gain activity again..
#not my usual fare but uogh#nge... my old love... ultrakill#you seductress beckoning me closer with your red-clawed nail
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This! So much!
I get so frustrated with people who get angry at Oltyx for being what he is: a boy who got shoved into bodies he was never prepared for, whether that be manhood, necrodermis, or kingship. He's new. Of course he sucks! Look at this baby deer waddle around and mock him for his incompetence!
Combine this with the Necron tragedy of being largely incapable of growth (excepting, of course, when he forgoes being a Necron to become a Flayed One entirely), and he's a perfect tragedy. He never got to grow up. He barely got to grow normally as a child, what with, remember, "child general in early adolescence" and "having Unnas as a parent".
spoiler comment for the Necron novels: Twice dead king (ruin/reign)
I've seen people complain that watching Oltyx not learn form book 1 is irritating or hard to read.
it's supposed to be.
that boy is like nine-fucking-teen. He is a forever young man, and all the poor impulse control and bad thinking patterns that come with it. The guy fucks up repeatedly because he is impatient or doesnt trust others or goes on pure instinct. you're supposed to be frustrated or horrified at his constant fuckups. That's what makes his cruscendo so delicious.
Zultanekh trusts him, so I trust him.
#emotionally immature bot-child#it's a coming of age story! let him stay in the oven until he's done not drag him out early and complain when he's undercooked
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I'm 27...
30-Song Guess Your Age Quiz
Fwiw, they thought I was MANY years younger than I am. Just made me feel good all over. 😊
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Animatic commission for @agrove101
The concept was wonderful as are you my friend!
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There's something that could be done with "all life's fate is to die" Necron Destroyers and "all life's fate is to die" Death Guard/Followers of Nurgle, but my brain looks like raw spaghetti rn. Needs more time to cook
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Wack-ass "Biotransference Didn't Happen Like That" AU where the Necrontyr stayed fleshy but still went off the rails with immortality and no souls
The Flayers are straight up eating people to try to fill the holes where their souls once were, and they have the teeth to match now. really good cooks
The Destroyers grow. They are a disparate coven of limit-broken fleshcrafters bearing insectoid mandibles and a dozen eyes lacing across their bodies like strings of blinking jewels. Each sees themselves as a beautiful harbinger of all life's final destiny, just shy of perfect, finding only disdain for the self-imposed disgust of their non-Destroyer brethren.
The "normal" Necrontyr are bound to servitude to the rotten weight of their nobility for eternity now, and now they definitely have the sapience to still feel it. Or, perhaps, is it more painful to watch them all fade as the centuries drain them dry until they're as silent as the canon warriors? Is it worse to watch yourself shrivel or have it all ripped away before you can mourn what you've lost?
Would a good king prefer to watch his capitol's streets slowly grind into silence as the cost of his decree is paid, or might the silence dig so deeply that he would prefer it to go up in an Old One's annihilating flame instead?
trazyn's bodyhopping kink is going to get him hella dysphoria if the fleshcrafting to reshape the stolen body doesn't work fast enough
#necron headcanoning#another thing#crypteks and destroyers. the tails and the squid legs and the one eye#kinda sus if you ask me#necrons
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Holy shit I have a boyfriend??????????
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rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please
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rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please
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I'm feeling sappy rn
Ghost, I hadn't written fanfic for like 3 years before reading The Silence and The Storm. Hell, I'd basically stopped reading fanfic entirely due to some bad experiences. But someone on Reddit posted fanart, I believe of Szeras stringing up Orikan like a carcass at an abattoir, and I went to go check out what the backstory was. I then proceeded to binge the whole book up that point in two nights. You got the touch. You got the characterizations down, the complex plot, the stupid politics of the Necrons that make them so fantastic to play with. You pulled me back in, and thank you for being the reason I'm writing again at all.
Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"
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first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go
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...it genuinely did not occur to me last night what it look like I just did with those two fingers.
Chrysopoeia lol
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