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Genesis

Our story begins with these two people. Dan and Val. They’re in a pub. Playing board games. There are other people there too. Scattered around the place, but at the table as well, participating in the game. One might even call them friends. But they don’t matter. Not for the purpose of this story. This time, its just him and her. Center of the fucking Cosmos. There is nothing else existing in the world. Nothing worth your attention, at least. And they play. They laugh. They enjoy themselves. If you look up you can see them, these two celestial bodies having a dance of life and death in the heavens. The world shakes with his laugh, the darkness smiles with her smug glare. The tension is building. You can feel the Big Bang slowly encroaching to fuck up the natural order. To give birth to a new universe, something beyond the grasp of the mere simple things that could feebly say they inhabited the same universe as these two Gods. These two, seemingly uninteresting specimens to the stupid and ignorant eye, but oh so much more in the eyes of the initiated, were about to be the forebears of the new world. The Father and the Mother of the incoming universe, with marvels beyond the realm of what was comprehensible before, coming to life unbeknownst to the masses. This is the story of how their novel, pristine piece of the ever biggening realm of all there is, the cosmos build by them and for them, came to be.

It all started with a tear. Because even Gods cry. They are not perfect. And that is what makes them Gods. They can be above and beyond all of you, while still having imperfections and flaws that they work on. And work they do. A god doesn’t stay too much in one place. Always improving. Always being better. But alas. Val shed a tear. She lost a game. You might think to yourself who cries for not winning a board game. But it’s not just not winning, it’s losing, being defeated, broken down. Getting mad. Having a psyche breakdown. The answer is its not just the one game that was bothering her. The game’s little more than the straw that broke the camels back, so to say. To understand how her psyche fell apart in that moment, we must understand what her cornerstone is. The piece most important to her personality. The value of an individual. The society with its twist and turns made her look at that more than anything else. You are nothing if not valuable, she might say. And that’s what was happening in that moment. Being put in the face of defeat, even a small and unimportant one, she got reminded she is weak. Which means without worth, in her eyes. Because she was wondering that, looking up all the greatness in people, conveniently ignoring the bad in them, but not ignoring a single thing that was bad in her, being more than harsh with herself, she was wondering about her own value and time and time again concluded she had none. None! Imagine that. A God! Thinking she has no value?! She even feel prey to the weaknesses that come in moments like that. You get reminded you are worthless because of a piece of shit random game. Then you look at yourself, raging, crying, losing your temper for a game. And then you ask how can you be so weak, react so bad for a pointless little thing. Maybe you truly are worthless. Maybe you truly are a piece of shit that nobody wants that fails and loses cool for nothing. You know, the feedback loop. You get reminded you are shit, you feel sorry, angry, resentment for yourself and lose it, and then you feel even more shit because you lost it and felt sorry and angry at yourself. Which leads to you feeling even more shit. Until you spiral out of control. Shit. Nothing more false. You think about the effects and let them spiral out of control, instead of thinking about the causes. And those are the feelings of not being good enough, of not having enough worth. Before you start judging you’re shit, you must take a good look in the mirror, and think about why you think that. Think about the goals you set for yourself, about the people you looked up to. Its really weak and disgraceful to ignore your value, to ignore what is good about you. You are not weak. You don’t want to be weak. So stop acting like it. Because value and worth is about potential as well. Beyond whats good and whats bad about you right know, there is whats to come. You will get progressively less bad and progressively more good. You’re not perfect? You have flaws? Big fucking whoop. Toughen up. Be more! Be fucking worth it! The only person that’s stopping you from being more, is fucking you! 

And Dan knew that. He couldn’t just sit there and take that. A God? A bloody effing God feeling like that? Like she is not worth it and being sorry and angry at herself? No, no, no, mister. He was ready to show her how fucking amazing she is, show her the strength he knew she had, show her how to truly be a God. A Goddess. The Goddess.

So he went next to her, took her to one side, and started to lay it on her. ‘Don’t go crying for yourself like a naive little one. Like a child. Strengthen the FUCK UP! You think you’re worthless? You think you have no value? Imagine somebody else telling you that. Sitting right in front of you. Look at me. Look. At. Me. Wipe those shitty tears. Look me in the eyes properly. You have NO value. You are WORTHLESS. You are a good for nothing piece of junk that nobody is truly attracted to or wants to be with for more than a short while. All they want is to fuck you. To give you enough attention so that you start attaching to them, doing your rightful job at pleasing them and after they are done with you, throw you away like the fucking filth that you are. You are NOTHING and you will BE NOTHING. Now fucking PUNCH me in the face. Hit me as HARD as you can. Tell me I’m a fucking moron. Tell me none of that is true. NONE. Tell me you are so much more than that, that you have more value than anyone I’ve ever seen, and that you’ve just yet to accomplish it. But by God almighty you will fucking do it. Tell me you are amazing and you WILL be even more amazing. Punch me in the face with all the hate you are capable of summoning from within you and tell me you are a fucking princess, that you ARE going to find your charming prince that IS going to love you more than anything, who is gonna make you feel LOVED and HAPPY and fucking APPRECIATED, who is strong and smart, and is gonna give you all the attention in the fucking cosmos without being a shitty little clingy bitch. Tell me you ARE gonna get all that, and that all that’s left is for the goddamn fucker to bloody show up. And that you have faith he is gonna show up. Even if he doesn’t show up, you go and get him out of his hole and MAKE the fucker show up. Tell me you are a Goddess and that deities don’t feel sorry for themselves, that they strengthen up and solve their bloody problems. And punch me once more in the face for good measure. This time with passion. With hate. Imagine I’m all that’s holding you back, all that’s mocking you and keeping you from being the BOSS, from achieving all that you desire. And then punch me and banish me in the hell I’ve came from, accepting your new fate, your new found power to beat the living hell out of anything and EVERYTHING that stands in your way and keeps you from reaching greatness. Now chin up. Keep your head up high. And. Fucking. Punch. Me.’

*Punch* *Another punch* *A flurry of punches.* All the hate and pain and suffering, you could see them floating up in the air, going away, floating up slowly into nothingness. While down there the punches kept going. The pain, the despair than once was, you could see it flying through the air. Or maybe it was just the blood.

The flurry stops. Dan. Face red. Left eye twitching. Smiling. Bloody smiling. A patch of blood was going down one of his nostrils, reaching the tip of his lip. Although beaten up, he seemed happy. He seemed fulfilled. ‘Have you finally come to your senses? Are you ready to take your rightful place in the fucking world?’ said Dan, while the smug smile on his face wasn’t showing any sign of going away.

Val is panting. Her face brightens up. But is still angry. A happy, evil, smug complexion. ‘I am a fucking GODDESS! All you bloody weaklings bow before me!’

‘That’s more like it! Now, your highness, let’s go back to the game, shall we?’ said Dan. And then, not a split second later, he said: ‘But first..’ and gently but quickly gets closer to her, looks deep into her eyes with a crazy gaze, almost matching her crazy, like trying to say `That’s the bloody woman I fell in love with. I knew you could do it you crazy, insane, fucking star`. They look at one another for just one breath, a short moment, but in that very brief moment whole universes felt like they could come and go from existence, get born, live, prosper, and die off, each star slowly turning soft and disappearing forever from the night sky, until there is only black left, nothingness; all in a moment; an infinite number of times. Eons passed in that instant, and the two Gods, one facing the other, felt like they knew each other for a lifetime. And is in this moment, kids, that it happened. The Big Bang. They kissed. They could feel everything unravel around them, twist and turn and morph and switch and bend and burn. Suddenly they were in another place. Everything looked the same. But everything felt different. This was a new universe, a new Cosmos. Built just for them. By them. They were the Alpha and the Omega. The begging, and the end. The center and the frontier. With both their hearts pounding in rhythm, almost with the same singular beat, there was nothing more important in that very moment than one another. It was then, when they felt one. They felt like they finally found each other, like nothing could stand between them and in front of them, like they could squash anything and everything that tried to stop them, and conquer the world. Like the whole universe was theirs.

‘Now what?’ said Val. ‘Do we just..go back? I don’t want to go back to them. All I want to do is..’ *smiles, her face lights up, her eyebrows lift, her pupils widen*. You could feel the happiness glowing around her. Like an aura. Dan felt it and could barely contain himself. He was happy. Her happiness, it was his happiness. Her smile, was his smile. He was holding in his hands this amazing creature that suddenly and abruptly meant the world for him. He wanted to protect and provide for this deity, and make her feel truly happy, appreciated, loved, as she deserved, and was fully within her right to demand.

‘I could make up an excuse, I can find something..’, Dan follows. Pauses for a second, adopts a thinking face, with eyes and eyebrows tight together, smug smile on the corner of his mouth, ‘..But fuck that. I am gonna go up to them and say `Me and this beautiful amazing woman next to me have some plans together and it turns out we have to leave now. Excuse us and have a nice gaming session for the rest of the evening`’. Her face lights up even more, her mouth does a cute little circle, surprised, but also like having an idea, and she follows with ‘Do it!’

So Dan proceeds to say all that, all the while Val was standing next to him smiling. Just as he finishes excusing themselves, she adds ‘What if I don’t want to go?’ and looks at him with a challenging face. ‘Hehe’, says Dan with a surprised but happy face, then quickly changes to a decisive and determined posture ‘Then I would have to take you right here and now, in front of all these people!’ and then switching to staring longingly at her; and during all that time you could feel a smile behind all that, like it was nothing for him, like he had done this a million times before, and he was ready to do it once more, and all he was waiting for was the signal to start, to lunge at her, rip into her being, tear her apart.

Val stood there for a second, smiled, took a cheeky face, brought the tip of her tongue out, touching her upper lip, then made a sound, clicking her tongue. ‘Yea.. We’re going now guys, have fun’. Quickly after, everyone started smiling and laughing.

Dan then firmly but gently grabbed her hand and they both proceeded in leaving, looking up to exploring the new world that’s now in front of them, to finding out what’s to come in this new universe. And they were looking forward to all of these knowing that hand in hand, heart next to heart, this new Cosmos was theirs.

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since The Witcher games and stories are based on slavic folklore, culture and myths, I thought it would be nice to see the characters wear actual traditional slavic clothing

redesigned Ciri’s outfit based on clothes of highlanders of Żywiec Beskids: original belts and corset; shirt, pants, boots and gloves with ornaments typical for this region; sword and dagger from the game

edit: more outifits!

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this is honestly one of my all tim favorite hsitorical pictures because of the three dudes that are just LOSING it in the front

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how is it possible to love fictional characters this much and also have people always been this way?

like, did queen elizabeth lie in bed late sometimes thinking ‘VERILY I CANNOT EVEN FOR MERCUTIO HATH SLAIN ME WITH FEELS’ 

was caesar like ‘ET TU ODYSSEUS’ 

sometimes i wonder

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The thing that gets me about most arguments against accessibility features in video games is that they’re not just grossly ableist, they’re also hypocritical as hell. Video games have always had accessibility features: we just documented them poorly and called them “cheat codes”. Indeed, having a robust library of difficulty-modifying cheats was considered a mark in a game’s favour! The only difference is that a cheat code is theoretically a secret, which allows it to be framed as elite knowledge, even though it’s functionally identical to having an “infinite lives” switch on the options screen.

Here’s a thesis for you: the Konami Code was the first well-publicised accessibility feature.

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Coby The Cat Beautiful on the outside. Hungry on the inside.

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Oh, this thing again, I almost forgot how it felt to get hurt

Long ago, I figured a way to get over stuff, a sure way to get over being hurt. You just stop caring. Just shut yourself in. You’re not sad. You’re just.. indiferrent. Nothing affects you, you’re invincibile this way, because no matter how much you fail, you dont care. You just dont get affected, .. , by anything. And for a while this works, its nice. Until it doesnt. Like all things, this comes to an end. You start feeling better, even without wanting to, little things just come up, random,unexpected stuff happens, and you feel happy again. Because you forgot you can be happy.Everything important that you forget comes haunting you back eventually. So you are happy, it feels okay, nice even, at times. And if you’re lucky it last for a while. Until you forget again. You forget being sad, hurt.And it hits you from nowhere. I guess,in the back of your head, you expected it.Its a cycle, all this thing.

But I learnt to move on, you can only get hurt so many times, until you start learning to just, move on, I’m too awesome to get hurt. I’m above that. I only get hurt if I want to. Its a priviledge I give to people, to allow them to hurt me.I only give that to special people, that I care about. But just as easy as that, I can take it all away.Fucking idiots.

But moving on is simple. Moving on is not the answer, not on a lot of cases. Its easy to give up, stop caring and say Fuck you, you’re all shit afterall, to everybody. But now and then, there’s things you got to fight for. You want to fight for. I didnt get this far just to give up. No , no. I aint that. This far :))) Its not so far I guess, but its something, and damn Im gonna fight. Not because of this little something, but the amazing thats to come.

And do NOT get me wrong. I want to fight because I can feel there’s still something there. Fighting for nothing is stupid.And idiotic. But I would fight a thousand years for her, because of the spark I see in her.I see her in ways I know people dont see her.And cheesy as it might sound.Its true.But proving that..it takes time.Time Im not sure I have now.

Stop being such a pussy.

You do have time, and you will do it right. Cuz Im good like that :> And in truly important moments, honey, I do not dissapoint.

I say fight, but what do I actually mean about that. Well, for starters, tearing down the competition. And its so easy sometimes, if you got the right attitude.

Its aalll about who loses his cool first.And that aint me.Because the others dont understand being cool as much as I do. they dont see it from all the angles.Because you have to keep the goal in mind. Her. Losing the fight and winning the war. Sometimes you got to lose in such a way, that you stil get her, and close the window for him, your opponent.There is an art to being cocky , self-centered, with a big ego, and still caring about others, being normal.

Being a narcisitic bastard is easy.

Being a douchebag bastard,tought guy, is easy.

Being a normal guy is easy. The average Joe that girls eventually end up with, even though at first they fall in love with the dangerous.

Being that is easy.Literarly everyone does one of that.

But me, :)) .  I do it all!

Because people lack the ability to be complex enough to be all that at the same time.And being all is good, because in some ways all those types have their good sides. I’m just a mix of all the good things.

And the beauty of it is I dont have to be trying too hard.I truly am nice, I truly can be bad when I want to, I truly am an self-centered bastard, but I truly love her, and I can put me and her at the same time on the spot of the most awesome human on the planet, altough I preffer to put her on that sport, rather than me, because thats just how I do things :) .

And its really funny that alot of people have that potential, to be amazing. You all got to stop puting limits on everything in your head.I cant explain it better than that. You got to be in some sort of situation when you are limited, stop giving a fuck about everything else, actually truly try to fix the problem, stop limiting yourself and you will become amazing.

I am not delusional, I know Im amazing, and one of the few truly great people on this earth. I’ve yet to reach my true potential. But oh boy, that moment is coming, and I will rapidly start to grow. And all the plebs will be surprised. I wont be :)

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Eclipsa

Cand vezi atata lume fericita,persoane care isi duc traiul fara cea mai mica remuscare, acaparata brusc de un negru ucigator, parca vezi un tremur in sufletul lor, parca vezi cum fenomenul asta ii scoate din zona lor de comfort, ceva le spune lor ca nu e bine, se minuneaza, si continua. Ce stiu ei. Ar trebui sa le aminteasca macar pentru o secunda ca sunt lucruri cu mult mai presus de rutina lor banala, ca in goana lor cotidiana au uitat ce e frumosul si ce e important cu adevarat pentru fiinta umana, si ca , mai important , nu ar trebui sa se sperie, nu ar trebui sa se mire, ci trebuie sa accepte, sa imbratiseze, sa se contopeasca. Pentru ca negrul e tot, si negrul o sa fie tot. Si e un oarecare sentiment de liniste  primordiala cand te indrepti spre el.Un oarecare moment de calm. Locul meu intim, locul in care sunt doar eu si cu mine, in care gandurile capata forma si idei se nasc aparent din nimic, e un loc negru.

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Time.. :D Time my friend.. is working in my favour )))))))))

Sometimes alteast, sometimes it just breaks alot of stuff. Altough, the breaking is just my fault, not trying hard enough, not focusing enough, not having fun enough. But most important. Not having enough CONFIDENCE. Confidence is key, my friend. Not too much, not too little. Well, maybe too much is good too.But you gotta have it. You can and WILL DO everything with confidence