#centrifugal spinning

[sparring-spirals]

okay. i mean this with the utmost affection. but. while imogen and laudna telling each other "im you're anchor. you're my tether" as reassurance about going "dark" or giving into the lure of power is very meaningful and important. it also kind of struck me like. hey wait one of you anchoring the other. fine. possibly-functional. but doesnt BOTH of you tethering to each other risk creation of a spinning centrifugal blur whirling down the road to power.

and like yes yes this isnt an original thought and the proper terminology for this is probably like "dual corruption arc" or in CR "i broke the world for you" yes but. i wanted to share the specific imagery my brain provided for this train of thought, which is roughly:

like. thanks. brain. i guess.

bonus thought that popped up when drawing this:

[l4zyb0n3s]

thinking about them

[99thpercentile]

Vellioth left Cazador impaled for eleven years. I bet Cazador felt he was being very kind by only leaving Astarion in the tomb for one year. and I bet Ascended Astarion believes he’s being very kind, giving Tav everything and letting them sit by his side, even if he’s taken away their autonomy.

[bucket-of-amethyst]

HAPPY SKIZZLEMAN SKIZZURSDAY

[criticalrolo]

what the actual fuck happened during Lucas Fontina's coup that THREE GENERATIONS OF DAIRY ISLANDERS are willing to murder ANYONE with blood ties to him ON SIGHT

[visenyaism]

listen up thaumaturges. there exists a enchanted metal called uranium that emits a sort of invisible poison curse that is known to us as “radiation.” then wizards called scientists conduct some kind of spinning ritual using the tome of centrifugal knowledge to increase the power of the enchantment in order to transfer its energy into the form of a cataclysmic fireball. this is contained in a metal phylactery until such time as to usher in the end of days on this plane. this process that shall repeat indefinitely without pause until that inevitable curséd end. thus the machinations of known, evil warlock, harold truman of the blighted lands, laid in place long before your birth, come to fruition

[pianokantzart]

Guys I hope you're ready for this to become a Knuckles blog the millisecond the 26th rolls around

[talos-stims]

blood centrifugation

x | x | x

x | x | x

x | x | x

[fjordfocused]

i love Fearne. i love her soft-spoken voice and the flowers in her hair and her endless pool of bloodthirst and her always being the most fucked up person in any situation.

[find-me-in-hell]

michael distortion aka what probably happens when you put man into a centrifuge

[transgenderfivepebbles]

All of you are probably aware that I am a man who loves to think about the Ancients’ daily lives, but most of all I am a man who loves to think about them being happy.

The lives not spent in perpetual meditation and self-sacrifice, those spent truly living for something other than the hope to properly die.

Moon speaks of big festivals, of classical paintings so adored that people forged family portraits in their style – family portraits – they cared for their families enough to get them painted together!

She reads a fragment of a poem, from an ancient farmer. Their name is Pel, nowhere near as vivid as those of the others. In the mists of memory, your image dances, like the motes of dust, in a ray of sunlight that pierces a dark room. It is a love poem, it seems; to whom, no one knows. Nonetheless, it is a work of love, and nothing else.

She reads a dark pink pearl. In it are over six hundred memories of one person, who lived near the end of their civilization. They were married with children. They spoke in debate contests, and were apparently incredibly stylish. They preserved the memories of a tasty meal from their childhood, a triumphant victory in a debate, and a peaceful moment in their older years. They were left here to be cherished by those who remained. None do, except you.

But still, you are here. You remember what they were.

And they were alive.

[jacksprostate]

What are yall's favorite carnival rides? Mine's probably

the zipper and the gravitron

I also like this one but there seems to be no consistent name for it

Share your favorite carnival/fair ride.... please include pics

[dark-side-blog3]

I wanted to share some Angel TF screencaps! I've been obsessed with Degrees of Lewdity, and I've been kinda forgetting to post at all-- I'm so head over heels for this game! The lore! the little details!

I didn't get the pics for Whitney or Robins reactions, if they even have any, to the angel transformation. But I wanted to share these screencaps because I thought the reactions from Kylar and pure Sydney were super cute!

Sydney's little excitement is everything to me, he's just so cute, and he seems so happy! Now I wonder what Corrupt Sydney says about the halo, if he does indeed say anything... Something to keep in mind for my next save file! The angel TF is a lot of work so it'll be awhile before I update with that, if he does indeed say anything different.

And Kylar... He's my favourite character by far, and seeing as he usually reaches out to touch whatever transformations your character has (at least, on their head), I like how sad he seems. Like a Racoon washing their cotton candy, and not understanding why it's gone suddenly.

Something about Kylar just makes me want to bully them-- the stutter, the shyness, the creep factor, the breeding kink... I wanna bully every version of Kylar sooooo bad. Chewtoy. Made for microwave popcorn function. <3

[direquail]

So we know that the scene where John creates Alecto obliquely references the creation of Eve from Adam’s “rib”:

And because I got hooked on Tides of History, I have now read approximately six books on Bronze age and early Iron age south-west Asia (“Mesopotamia”, “the Near East”, but less orientalist), including a book on biblical descriptions of God’s body and what it can tell us about beliefs, ideology, etc., separate from our own understanding, which has been influenced by 2000+ years of commentary and revision to fit lots of peoples’ neuroses and political goals

Which is to say that today I read a chapter that discussed depictions of male gods getting themselves pregnant.

And, idk, I just think, I get the horror element, but it feels so key that the ribs are where the new body is made from. Based on my understanding, it feels very euphemistic.

So yes I do think that John should have made Alecto, to paraphrase his words, the “classic” way.

[2impostors]

Sorry for Sarpedon posting once again but he is honestly just one of the funniest minor characters in The Locked Tomb to me. When I was first trying to write him and John I think I mischaracterised him as being a bit too reserved, because in the one very small moment we see of him in canon jesus christ does this man have balls of absolute steel for some reason.

He’s not only willing, but READY to throw down with a Literal immortal, one of god’s own living breathing SAINTS in a (sci-fi) parking lot. He’s met Mercy before, knows she doesn’t like him, he knows she will not hesitate to viciously have it out with him without even the vaguest of second thoughts—but squares up with her anyway.

You would fully assume high ranking cohort officers would almost have a level of respect and reverence for lyctors second only to god himself, but in that scene it’s crystal fucking clear he absolutely trusts HIMSELF to have John’s personal best interests in mind ABOVE her??

This man is both outrageously fucking brazen and like, more than a little insane

[go-learn-esperanto]

Centrifugating my blorbos like lettuce