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[stolememory]

  “&– - A term of preference for mortals, but perhaps I have found some... interest of continuing it usage. After all, that which is deemed 'forbidden' can be all the more enticing.” A chuckle curls upon itself like the oceans tides.   “&– - I hold the knowledge forbidden by some, the esoteric and the dangerous that others fear and would prefer hidden or perhaps even destroyed. There is information within Apocrypha that would drive mortals or immortal mad, or kill them, but even contained within more secured areas of my Library I do not ban the prospect and search for them to the willing and able. Or for them to offer a price to me for such things, trades and barters that entice. There is no knowledge I truly classify as forbidden beyond adaptation of mortal terminology, and that is why I am the true keeper of it.” // @pneumic requested answers from the Prince of Knowledge

[ragnarot]

THE HAMMER FALLS , SHATTERING THE FERTILE EARTH BENEATH . its horrific weight , wholly immeasurable . devouring what life exists to crawl there , deep within the forest's mists .

" are you he ? " rasps the thunder god . " a warlock . a sorcerer . i am in need of one . "

@pneumic / starter .

[gloryseized]

pneumic asked:

" no one has ever died of restlessness, recklessness is another matter. " / For link

Meme Tag -- @pneumic

Yes, Link was tired, and it must be depressingly obvious if a stranger noted such a thing. Truthfully, he couldn't remember the last time he truly slept, usually noting the passage of night to day and back again by the change in the light alone and sometimes the presence of a Blood Moon. And even now, with fatigue dragging his shoulders down to his sleeping mat, begging him to lay down if just for a moment, his hands still fidgeted anxiously.

Not resting. Not yet. There was so much to do.

Pointing at the other, he then settled his right hand on top of his left hand, both pointer fingers sticking out. << You are right. >> He agreed, begrudgingly. Maybe he would pretend to sleep for awhile and wait until the stables grew quiet for the evening before slipping away again.

[vairuler]

❝ rain. a storm is coming. ❞

｡ﾟﾟ           𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 , 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀 . 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 ᶠˡᵒᶜᶜᵘˡᵉⁿᵗ ⁿᶦᵐᵇᵘˢ 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘁 ᵃˡˡ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵒᶠ 𝗌𝖺𝗑𝖾 , ᶜᵒᶜᵒᵒⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵃ 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕝 ᵒᶠ ʰᵒᵃʳ ʰᵘᵉˢ & monotone ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ . 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙳𝙴 ᵍʳᵒʷˡˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ˢᵏʸˢᶦˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ footfalls of rain ᵖᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵘⁿᵗᵒ 𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 ᵖᵃᵗʰʷᵃʸˢ , ᵗᵃᵐᵃʳᶦˢᵏˢ ᵈʳᵘⁿᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵈʳᵒᵖˡᵉᵗˢ & 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 ˢᵖᵃⁿᵍˡᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ʰʸᵃˡᶦⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵈˢ ; [ * 𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑑 & 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 ] . ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 , ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳᵈᵘʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰʸʳᵘˡᵉ saturating , ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃⁿᵈˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 .               ❝       ᶦ , ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿᵉ , 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 ᶦᵗ . ʳᵃᶦⁿ ᶦˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵃ rarity ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦ ˡᶦᵛᵉ .       ❞

ᵈʳᶦᵇˡᵉᵗˢ ᵗʳᶦᶜᵏˡᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵒⁿʸˣ ˡᵃˢʰ , & ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ˢʰᵉ 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 , ˢᵒᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗʰᶦˢ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 / ᵗʰᶦˢ ʰʸᵉᵗᵃˡ ᶜᵘʳᵗᵃᶦⁿ . ❝       ᵇᵘᵗ rain also calls for 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 . ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵃˢᶦᵉʳ ᵗᵒ 𝘀𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗸 ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵖʳᵉʸ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵉⁿᵛᶦʳᵒⁿᵐᵉⁿᵗ , ᶦ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ . ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ʷᶦˢᵉ ᵗᵒ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈 𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚁𝚃 .       ❞

[ahtlas-archived]

AHTLAS' ¹st STARTER CALL .    ( still accepting.   ) please expect me to be slow to post !

mahares & jack, ft. @pneumic

THE MAN IS DOUSED IN THE SCENT OF MAGIC, PERVASIVE LIKE GASOLINE. it is hard to ignore, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎— jack finding himself glancing sideways towards the other man occasionally ; the sluggish beat of his half-dead heart, curious now in it's upbeat pattern. though only familiar with magic for a couple of decades compared to the many more he has already lived, the blond recognizes it almost immediately. it is unique and sharp, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 from witch to witch, sorcerer to sorcerer, and so on and so forth. this man smells of graveyard dirt, and the lost souls within— like a november fire. jack cocks his head now, more obvious in his staring than before. intentionally. and speaks :

" 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? "

[violentcurse]

the black sun meets the dead moon ; eyes of a similar shade of ice narrow slightly, appraising, before words are spoken. "you are trespassing, lich" nickname, almost an insult. & around them, the forest murmurs its assent with great enthusiasm, for the undead is rarely welcome within a space that represents quite literally the cycle of life. "i hope it is for good reasons." @pneumic

[mmmmalo]

Learning Russian on duolingo and

1. My favorite word is яблоко (yabloko), for 'apple'

2. Suddenly wondering if the recurring villains on Doctor Who were space Russians, since the word for 'far away' (ie xeno?) is далеко (Daleko)...? Never got into the show, wouldn't know

3. The word for 'life' is easy to remember for Pneumic reasons: жизнь (jizn)

4. Similarly, surprised to learn the word for guest is гость (gost). Like the bodily inverse of Scratch's excellent host bit... I looked into it a bit and, contrary to my expectation, English ghost/geist and guest are NOT actually related, but instead guest and host seem to share a common origin, being two sides of the same interaction. Still, it's a handy mnemonic

[stolememory]

“&– - If you become someone else after this, it will not be by accident. I do not simply mean your soul will change, but how you are.... perceived will go through changes.” // @pneumic liked for a lyrical starter