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Basic Idea - A fester hidden in grace.

My idea of a Old God that true form is a pale moon comprise of mercury and silver, basking in light followers are gifted youth through silver skin and a body devoid of sickness. described: Argenteum Claricatum. (latin-is-simple.com. SIlver To Glow)? (I can't name. just trying to write this loweffort thought)

(Image is grabbed from Pinterest bc I can't draw, seen as a moon with a eye, often depicted through old esoteric art)

Followers believe their god is hidden between Mercury and Venus till its light touches earth to accept sacrifices and bestow youth, good health, and enlightenment.

When in truth, such a being seeks purities through stillness and stagnation. a being of fester and impurities that will burn the air you breath, fill your lungs and body with ulcers and leave you sterile of all life. leaving nothing but pure silver.

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I love D2

It's been so long between the words we spoke Will you be there up on the shore, I hope

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Bad writing to bury out horny thoughts (I don't know how to write a title, practice?) - Cloudveil Sky.

A journey to the city of clouds hiding the stars.

Chapter - 1: Beginnings.

Inside the stalwart walls of the capital city, market districts littered the streets, with the smell of bread in the air and distant vender calling to travelers was carried by the hushed winds, Adrian F traveled in sought of a old blacksmith caught by word of mouth. walking down the bustling streets, his plated armor rustled against him with his cloak obscuring the sword sling around his waist.

He walked and traverse throughs roads with vigilant eyes, the surrounding grew noticeably quiet, the once lively streets grew static with streets stringed with stands and signs dulled with color. The stores becoming bricked buildings.

"Where am I going?" He questioned stopping beside a brick house, the lack of kids and noise caught his ear once white noise became loud. everything started to blend together slowly closing in on him, his heart started to beat.

BANG

Adrian duct and pivots around as he grabbed his sheath, drawing his blade momentarily scanning; in front of him of a tall, heavyweight man, with greying beard and groomed mustache.

"Salutations! haha, I see you might be lost." The large man greeted him and without asking place his hand on Adrian's back and rushed him inside, continuing "I am Rostick. You must be lost, sir. luckily you found the only map maker in the capital!"

He couldn't think before he pulled into a makeshift store, shelves holding scrolls and books labeled by prices. windows barred with rays of warm light shining through onto a counter label: Cartography.

Adrian blinked, he pulled away from Rostick and held his head high. the man's annoying hands sent a shiver down his spine and chipped at his patients.

"And who are you to drag me into your home?" Adrian rested his hand on the pommel of his sword list the cloak to show his blade. "You Don't-"

"Watch it, traveler." Rostick warned, his voice low and imposing, seeming speaking louder than Adrian without raising his voice before following up. "I am not a threat, simply looking for any customer."

"customer? You should have started with that" Adrian replied with a a slight sigh, turning to the shelves around he picked up a map and opened it glancing to Rostick as he stepped around the counter.

"I did, you're just not listening" He laughed, humored by Adrian's guard. The large man's voice was light, cheerfully festive unlike someone to not be trifled with.

END.

(I'm writing anymore, I don't where to go. I'll keep improvising. please ask any question if you find this and read it :D)

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Been drawing symbols and doodles, just thought I'd try to make a forest demon. One that takes children and not devour em, but fester and influence disciples to further grow with strength and birth it's own children.

Base off;

I used Native American's deer folklore, the deer symbol of fertility and love. So the Wisp take children to raise as it own, taking it's "surrogate" children influence and negative emotions to eventually birth it's own. (The two other demons standing).

Cultists would have symbols to not get lost, whistle call signs, solely thriving off wild life.

People and indigenous in nearby town would make their own signs, warnings, to travel and hunt through the woods undetected. Two sides adapting instead of ignoring or fighting.

It could possibly be a direct clone to the Reclaimed. But, I don't see it. I do see them dressing similarly with mix if modern and dead pelts, a thriving community who uses scare tactics.

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Random concept I thought of.

Ideas - Stories

Set a baseline for my stories and ideas.

Story one:

The space shuttle is manned by a large crew of up to 30 men, revolving around a four man squad of engineers - Ethan, Simon Wright, Isaac Willow, Cassel Deering. Story begins in Ethan’s perspective and his thoughts through a journal. The story starts on the ship, describing the walls, lack of sun, constant labyrinth of pipes and machinery. As the story goes, Ethan grows more hopeless and recounts dreams about various fields, blinding lights, new sensory experiences that are overwhelming yet comprehensible and Ethan will be obsessive recounting dreams again, and again.

I see the game story being a journal, written down and obtain after reconnecting with Polkan. I'm inspire by few images:

I thought they could come across a planet uncharted and seemingly appeared from nowhere, pulled here from a elsewhere being. The rig crashed but can be fixed, there is hope. ths liquid is viscous and robust could be used as fuel for the tools.

I imagined a fungi, virus, thingy... solely base around this image, it'd spread as a cosmic infection that touched celestial and killed it. people around panic, abandon the idea and turn to carving out the material from the earth unaware this cosmic mold already enter some of the crew's skin, slowly connecting their mind drawing them to something beyond their comprehension. the new senses was - unexplainable, suddenly your world is twisted, these senses you had sear in your mind burned into your eyes.

you NEED to see this higher plane. but you can't let people know, no, they won't understand.

That's how I'd see this be, similar to The Thing with the cosmic horror, world flipped as you see something you couldn't once see. With a little Dead Space, ships, tools, and ship having them survive till they repair damages.

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I always wonder and thought of a evil book; Imagine, you just killed a lich and when it final scream of anger curses you. He reduces to ash. And you find his horde of magic items, too much to simply hold because the curses seemed to fester and grow like mold.

Than you find a book. The only book that's not festering curses, it's navy blue hard cover warm to the touch you swear you can feel scratches along the cover. Yet you don't see it. Bright, red boarders and gold trims that glint back at your eyes.

It grants three free magic slots every time you rest! Likely not the best, but it's perfect at low level. Taking with you, you begin to flip through the pages to see manifestation - words appearing before your very eyes - it didn't speak to you, instead answering every thought with a spell that make life convenient. Splendid! You move on using spells every day, the book growing with you every time you've used it - the navy blue hard cover changes turning into a brown leather, stretched over a spine, chicken scratches etched into the cover and now it's granting you spells.

Spells beyond your use from simple spells that made you lazy, it shows you blood magic, fireball, control. Even a page with words you've never seen, you can't even read it, it's intelligible to you giving a headache Eldredge magic you know you'll never use. But what if you could? The book speaking secrets to you? The book must allow you, maybe its more than simple magic item you are strong enough or smart enough. Book slowly corrupting using your ego, fears, and even love through fear.

(I'm lacking a name. If you've read that far what would you call this book and what would you do with it?)

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Character concept: Content Immortal.

Basic idea is for a immortal who's lived long, love and loss, experiences so much. Instead of growing tired of the world with a Nilhilist take Instead growing more agnostic, clueless on his own immortality. Everyone will eventually forget him, everyone eventually dies, so why not just enjoy life as it evolves in front of his eyes?

Name: Dallis Fenwick.

Hair: Long (like down to his back and fluffy) a stark white color due to long age.

Living in a world of overcoming and heroism Fenwick will appear, cowardly and even childish for not using his immortality to full potential. In his life he's experienced so much, he's used to be bitter of his immortality tired of everything and miserable till he finally changes his mindset.

Trying to accept everything, first he's bored using adventuring to fuel his passion growing to accept that he won't die. Everything will eventually be forgotten his actions, his heroism, laying his sword down Fenwick has a family that he watches grow and die, yet he wouldn't cling and be bitter he's sad but he cherished what happens.

A immortal who's passive to saving the world, but has empathy and caring for others a understanding of why. To the outside he's a coward, maybe childish and selfish for not helping the world. But to him, should he? He doesn't wish to adventure or be heros, simply wishing to enjoy every second the world around him till its nothing but a dry rock.

(Honesty I'm bad at writing, and I want to just write put something out there. Maybe someone see and says it good, something to start with.)

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Photos like this are my favorite, it make me think of a greater entity or being out there. Roland Stormer, he made this really cool image.

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Tue, 5:16AM, August 27.

I don't have potential I've already wasted a year if not two, I'm not sure to say I'm screwed yet I joked I'd never live past twenties and used it as a excuse. look at me now, getting close and did nothing when compared to my brother or friends I see how much they've already did. From basic jobs, down to just applying to some school and having future plans all I could say is 'Good for them. Why can't I just be more like them' as if I can't fix it because I don't want to. Not because I don't deserve, but because I'm just comfortable I have to leave the comfort in order to feel accomplished to acknowledge my own capabilities and failures.

Death? What even comes after it all? I felt like I wanted to be heard only real plan, what everyone is told to have a family and house. I wonder what I'd really want, what comes in death would I be alone and dissapointed or will I be fulfilled but scared to die. Really, what will come in death I can't imagine heaven or hell almost all forms of writing or basic thoughts. I see death as just shutting down, but with more, your vessel dies and your souls moves on as some energy left in a peaceful silence were the subconscious shuts down.

Nothing. It doesn't seem scary but seems peaceful to be Nothing, the ash in a bond fire or the embers that burn out without responsibility beside resting. A soul has a vessel and what purpose would it serve, if we are just biological, organic machines than what does a soul do? Like how my father put it, a lake is the universe and we are a mug a little bit of the universe scoop out with a mug finally when we die we return to the lake.

Did God make us? Did the creator make our world, or was it just a series of events that happened from pure entropy. I say entropy (measures thermal physics) because the image of after the big bang shows plasma, lots. I like the idea that something, not God, but some creator out there created the world and it's every secret and allowed it all to flourish. Instead of making everything with his hands it decided to make the fundamentals of the universe and watch as everything came to life, like a drawing one by one into a animation (bad example). More or less, like a star it's made by collapsing elements coming together and cause and effect makes heavier elements, naturally through entropy. Maybe I'm just delusional and making it all too fantasy.

Although, if it was just fantasy and we shut down and never returned. It wouldn't be such a scary and horrible thing, you have others to remember you, honor you, carry your image and their experiences with you to them. You may become nothing and it'll be scary, horrible, or unfulfilled at least you'll be release from those worries and responsibilities in absence.

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I like art, I can't draw but I like enjoying it. kinda like eye and brain stuff for your brain

doodling a bunny vs doodling a hare

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Quantum Angels? Quantum Eaters? Either way there little doodles I love, way I see it is they came down to remove free will!!!

(Made that up on the spot here, but now I think it sounds interesting a world where God abandoned humanity. Sending down Angels to take wills, not sure why they'd do it but if I had to say it wouldn't be because of the acts of man. I'd probably do it because they made something that's shouldn't happen, played God)

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The witness held in his hand a ghost worn-down, a revenant of a old ghost as corruption spreads through it, darkness forced together with the ghosts connection to the Traveler, what little traces of light remaining in the ghost. Darkness and light shifting and burning as it's taken... blackened branches with thorns that hold essence of light, being burn through ethereal white fires that eat the shell; two sides, two opposite being forced together as they pull from one another and twisting as cracks form... A ghost.. a Banshee of light and darkness as the forces fights for separation, chaotic imbalance.. the connection to the witness strengthen as the ghost holds it's light, clinging to the Traveler connection... it speaks in a faint whisper: "Guardian...?" It's start whispering again... a lullaby?

(I should read some lore to actually have this correct)

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A Banshee, a revenant of his old ghost form into a corrupted ghost, filled by the darkness that's forced together with light, the ghost had darkness and light sweeping through it's shell, by blackened branches with thorns that had essence of light growing, being burn by s ethereal white fires that sweep over the shell, as the opposite push each other itself apart trying to separate making the Ghost shake.

(Should read up on lore, maybe make this oc could be a little better.)

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Gmod is wacky and strange.

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Love the art, it's nice and enjoy the dark colors and blue is just nice to see. Would that mean more blue eye is in your eyes?

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