#unexacting

[ahaura]

i have a tabletop game tomorrow!!!! im v excited i havent played in months ^_^

[purpleandstarlight]

Me keeping count of the things that really matter as i reread the Devils Like To Dance series by Sir @hateweasel :)

[1-800-deactivatednearu]

woag character design notes

[i.d.: a drawn line up of the half life vr ai characters, from left to right, gordon, dr. coomer, tommy, bubby, gman, and benrey. /end i.d.]

yeah i skipped some guys , i dont draw some of them enough to have much unique designs and some of them are a png of a dog

trust me i am just surprised as the rest of yall that i am doing hlvrai art . design notes below (very long, mind your step)

gordon:

wow this guy dont got no head

i didnt want to give gordon a face because of how unexact the person is as the fandom engages with it. is it wayne rtvs? (well as presented to an audience, yes) is it gordon freeman? (well as seen from an in game perspective, yes) is it a whole new guy entirely? (well as

i cut the confusion and took it a whole new direction: guillotine

hlvrai being treated as a very broken game is fun to me as a design perspective, so if you (the audience) are not supposed to see his face, what happens when you see it anyways? missing texture time

there are eyes drawn over because i did not have confidence in my expressions at first and then it grew on me

i think if i were to draw (and i have drawn) an actual person under the mask i would still censor the eyes because that is where the vr headset sits!!

(i do not like putting an actual flesh to gordon though)

though i really like seeing how other people interpret gordon hlvrai it is not . my gordon ? we are talking about the same guy . but this is my gordo . i made this one . this guy my guy . maybe i should draw other gordon designs

i can draw the hev suit from memory and it is also the entire reason why i can render metal confidently

i liked how people changed the lambda to read ai :] i also have no clue if i wrote the lambda correctly

(i did, i just checked)

dr coomer:

as much as i draw/drew him i find it more fun to not stick to one set design :)

so a lot of my takes on dr coomer tend to jump from idea to idea, especially from what other people are doing, though they could be fitted to the left and right designs!

the left design is mainly based off what i saw in fandom spaces

we see rounder shapes, making for a more friendly and welcoming appearance

i think of this as straying from the more professional uniform of the actual scientist models

enter swimming shorts and bright yellow socks, for some reason

so now he kind of looks like a cool science teacher :)

it might be the lab coat

the right design is mainly based off thumbnails for hlvrai itself

these use a more angular appearance

i want to push how comically buff he is because of strength he shows at times, especially since his left design seems to completely down play it as a comically not buff man who is still very strong

the shadows on right design coomer get so much more harsh and exaggerated because i have comic books on the mind :)

he really does look like a dehydrated comic book character huh

tommy:

stick bug (he gets it from his dad) (this thought process is explained at gman section)

i pushed a lot of the saturation of colours in her design because i think tommy gets to be a little silly with it

fun art story of the day! when you color, try messing with hue! you might notice you can get away with a lot as long as your values are about right

i like pushing this with white because you can get away with a lot of things reading as “off white”

old faithful for me is cool shadows with a warm transition colour to keep things visually interesting

i keep making white objects the trans flag

happy pride

tommys design looks a little like a school boy, with the tucked in button up shirt+suspenders+shorts+jacket tied around the waist . and the primary colours . but like it is really fun to dress up so brightly

i actually was strongly inspired by medieval babies if that is a weird descriptor? i wanted him to both be a middle aged man but also a young adult

do not be like tommy, who has their finger on the trigger of the gun while not even looking at where it is pointing and good god he is squeezing the trigger . top ten firearm safety of all time

bubby:

the absurd part is that i think bubby is tall . he is just between tommy and gman who are exaggeratedly lanky .

i wanted to make bubby a pointy kinda guy, so he is the only one actually wearing the lab coat proper . and the only one actually wearing dress socks but not even wearing dress shoes

i wanted to give him a novelty tie but i was running low on ideas and running high on boreds so we dont get a tie

he does have crocs though!! in attack mode!!

i do think we all kind of saw his model and collectively decided it works for him because i have honestly not seen major divergences from his model?

gman:

stick bug

i wanted to stress the more spooky and unknowable nature of him and took it in the dark souls direction of “make bigger than player character”

maked too bigger

he cannot walk through any doorways but you will have to crane your neck to look up at him

in the opposite direction of tommy, i pulled a lot of the saturation in gmans design

it feels important to make them both not fully match the rest of the slightly less broken npcs because there was so much work to make them look cool so i have to respect that

actually a lot of gmans and tommys designs are made in opposite to one another

gman has a largely stationary face and very stiff line work

while tommy is pushed to expressive as possible

thats pretty fun, way to go me

benrey:

benrey also has two designs

and in both of these i keep getting too lazy to use a reference so  the vests are super plain (forgetting the badge and black mesa logo) . i think the helmet is supposed to be darker actually .

the design ethos of benrey was “built like a brick shithouse”

a friend of mine took this cooler and interpreted it as a shield/wall/barrier as a physical (and narrative) obstacle

again the first uses fandom designs

most notably the overcast shadow (seen in video thumbnails but i never noticed it or understood why so many people did it until someone pointed it out to me)

i think hlvrai is such a great medium because it acknowledges it is a game and is able to play into that to great effect! i think the shadow is fun to imagine as solid black as a small reminder of the impossibility of the space :]

benrey is a smug cat in the body of a human . to be honest . and this is the full range of emotion i have ever drawn him with

the second was mostly because as fun as taking creative liberties are, i just really wanted to see benrey as is: the half life security guard model in all its slight wonk :]

i actually do prefer this design . it is a little more uncanny because i choose the worst translations of the model . i like it because it is a little more uncanny !

that can be said for like . every single design in this line up huh .

[mawrblaidddrwg]

WIP Wednesday: Chapter 4 - Sons of the Saiyans

The mustard-colored phone rang its chaotic little bell of a sound. Bulma jumped up from the kitchen table across from Vegeta who watched her every movement with a great deal of interest.

She unhooked the receiver from the wall and palmed it agains her ear, tossing the yellow curly-q wire that connected it to the base at the wall over her shoulder and twisted it around her waist. Bulma took one more long, palpable lick from her strawberry ice cream cone, making sure to maintain eye contact with Vegeta as she did so, and she noticed him shiver ever so slightly. She winked at him eliciting a glare and an uncontrollable blush tinting his cheeks.

“Hello?” She asked, her voice smooth and unexacting.

“Bulma, it’s Raditz,” his voice crackled, muffled by other sounds on the other line as though he was outdoors.

“Oh, hi, Raditz,” Bulma said, her voice shifting to less of a business tone and more of a friendly one upon realizing the person on the other line was a familiar face. She leaned the yellow phone receiver on her shoulder against her ear as she took another lick of the pastel pink ice cream.

Vegeta’s face was neutral, after years of practice, but he couldn’t prevent the turbulence that took over his thoughts. Why was he calling? Vegeta had said he would call him when he was ‘allowed’ to leave after he had rested enough and allowed his shoulder some healing time.

“Would you like—” Bulma started.

“I need to speak to Vegeta,” Raditz’s voice which always held a slightly humorous tone snapped urgently on the other end of the line. She would have normally been insulted that he hadn’t tried to say anything flirtatious to her but the seriousness that gripped him tossed any of those silly thoughts away.

Bulma lifted the receiver to tell Vegeta, but he was already standing up and snatching the phone out of her hand. She didn’t get the opportunity to untangle herself from the corkscrew cord connected to the phone and stood there waiting with anticipation on the other end of the phone base instead. She stared at the shaded lines of the numbers etched onto his knuckles as he gripped the phone, remembering how Vegeta told her they were for his parent’s birth years.

“What?” Vegeta demanded, his voice jagged. But Bulma couldn’t hear Raditz’s response on the other end, just the sound of a voice muffled by cars speeding away in the background.

His face changed. His frown, which was quite possibly permanent to his face, another one of his beautiful tattoos, deepened and his black eyes were in turmoil.

[zoeflake]

An unexacting moment

[apenitentialprayer]

God wishes to communicate Himself, to pour forth the love which He Himself is. That is the first and the last of His real plans and hence of his real world, too. Everything else exists so that this one thing might be: the eternal miracle of infinite Love. And so God makes a creature whom He can love: He creates man. He creates him in such a way that he can receive this Love which is God Himself, and that he can and must at the same time accept it for what it is: the ever astounding wonder, the unexpected, unexacted gift. […] God must so create man that love does not only pour forth free and unexacted, but also so that man as real partner, as one who can accept or reject it, can experience and accept it as the unexacted event and wonder now owed to him, the real man.

- Karl Rahner (Theological Investigations, Volume 1: God, Christ, Mary, and Grace, pages 310, 310-311), trans. Cornelius Ernst, O.P.

[mask131]

Cold winter: King Arthur

KING ARTHUR

Category: Arthurian legend / Matter of Britain

Ah, King Arthur… THE central protagonist of the wave of medieval texts known as the “Matter of Britain”. He is so important to this Matter that it is even alternatively known as the “Arthurian myth”. And yet, King Arthur, despite being known by everybody, will have several dozen descriptions depending on who you ask. He is in the image of his own legend: throughout the texts, the cultures and the centuries he put on numerous different faces…

I) The primitive King Arthur

The roots of king Arthur, as those of his entire “myth”, lies in Welsh literature and Welsh mythology. King Arthur first appeared in literature in two Latin texts: Historia Brittonum (The History of the Britons, between the 9th and 11th centuries) and Annales Cambriae (Annals of Wales, between the 10th and 13th century). Or rather these two works are the first textual mentions of Arthur as a historical figure – both being works of history. The Annales Cambriae mentions Arthur twice: it lists the “year 72” (516 AD) as being the year of the Battle of Badon, “in which Arthur carried the cross of Our Lord Jesus Christ on his shoulders for three days and three nights and the Britons were victors” ; and the “year 93” (537 AD) as the Strife of Camlann, “in which Arthur and Medraut (Mordred) fell and there was death in Britain and in Ireland”. As for the “Historia Britonnum”, it presents Arthur as a “dux bellorum” (war leader/military commander) who fought twelve battles alongside the kings of Britain against the invading Saxons: the first at the mouth of the river Glein, the second to fifth above the river Dubglas, the sixth above the Bassas river, the seventh in the forest of Celidon, the eight at the fortress of Guinnion (and it is there that he “carried the image of Holy Mary ever virgin on his shoulders”, which put the “pagans” to flight, “and through the power of Our Lord Jesus Christ and through the power of the blessed Virgin Mary his mother there was great slaughter among them”). The ninth was at the City of the Legion (Caerleon), the tenth on the banks of the rivers Tribruit, the eleventh on the mountain Agnet, and the last on mount Badon (there Arthur was said to have killed 960 men all of his own in one charge, “as in all the wars he emerged as victor”).

Now… when I say those were the two first apparitions of Arthur, it is unexact. Arthur existed before, and was hinted at or talked about in various other older texts – but it was under his more “primitive” shape, the “original” folkloric figure of Arthur that was shared by both the Welsh in England and the Breton in France. This wide and old tradition depicted Arthur not as a king (as the above texts explains), but as a military leader of the Britons who battled against the Anglo-Saxons as they tried to invade Britain in the aftermath of the fall of the Roman Empire. A great and exceptional warrior without peer or rivals, he was presented as the defender of Britain – from both internal and exterior threats, from both natural and supernatural foes. On top of the Saxons, he was also said to have battled, hunted or killed various monsters and supernatural beings: witches, giants, dog-headed men,  dragons… Some tales describe him as living in the wilds with a group of faithful companions who are all warriors with superhuman or unnatural abilities (some even seemingly being former Celtic gods) ; and he seemed to have a strong connection with the Welsh version of the Otherworld, “Annwn”, from either his wife and weapons coming from there, to a story depicting him besieging the fortresses of the Otherworld to obtain their treasures and/or free their prisoners. “Arthur the Blessed” was seen as an embodiment of valour, a hero great warriors could never hope to rival ; as for his entourage, it was implied he had a father-son relationship with Uther Pendragon (though it was only hinted at in certain texts), and while sometimes listed as the leader of two-hundred men, his most prominent and faithful companions were Cei (future Kay) and Bedwyr (future Bedivere). He also appears in another tale (Culhwch and Olwen) as a friend and cousin of the hero Culhwch, who he helps won the hand of the titular Olwen, by assisting him in a series of seemingly impossible tasks, from obtaining belongings of otherworldly rulers to the hunt of giant supernatural boars. And it is explained in the text that while Arthur is ready to help Culhwch in any way, and even lends him his six best men for his duties, there is one thing he will never do: it is lend him his sword, Caledfwlch (future Excalibur).

Beyond these distinctive Celtic/pagan texts, and before the two Latin sources above, Arthur also appeared in some early Latin and Christian texts – the “vitae”, texts retelling the life of saints. In the “Life of Saint Gildas”, the titular saint was living in Scotia as a faithful and loyal subject to Arthur, but his 23 brothers rose up against the “rightful king”, most notably his eldest brother Hueil who would frequently raid from Scotland the rest of Arthur lands – to the point the king had to kill him. However Gildas managed to forgive Arthur, and in exchange Arthur accepted to undergo a penance for the murder of the saint’s brother. Later Gildas arrived at the city of Glastonbury and there discovered a feud between king Arthur, who was besieging the city, and Melvas, the Somerset king, who had abducted and raped Guinevere, Arthur’s wife. The saint arranged peace between the rulers by having Arthur abandon his siege and Melvas return Guinevere to Arthur. Arthur also appeared in “The Life of Saint Cadoc”, where the titular saint puts under his protection a man who killed three of Arthur’s warriors. Arthur demands as a “wergild” (man-price, a compensation for a man’s death) a herd of cattle that the saint delivers, but as soon as Arthur takes the animals they turn into bundles of ferns.

II) The English King Arthur

All of the above was the “primitive” form of Arthur – but the Arthur as we know today originates from one very specific author, and one very specific text. Geoffrey of Monmouth, a Welsh cleric, and his “Historia Regum Britanniae” (The History of the Kings of Britain, 1136), a supposedly historical (but in truth much more fictional/legendary/folkloric) account of all the British kings, from Brutus (legendary “first British king, descendant of the Trojan/Roman hero Aeneas) to Cadwallader (king of Wales at the end of the 7th century).

Monmouth included Arthur in his list, and created him as the character we know today. Descendant of Constantine the Great and son of Uther Pendragon, Arthur was conceived when Uther (with Merlin’s magic) tricked Igerna (Igraine, wife of Gorlois duke of Cornwall) into sleeping with him at Tintagel. Arthur succeeded to his father at the latter’s death, when he was just fifteen – he underwent a series of battles against the Saxons, the Picts and the Scots, conquering Ireland, Iceland and the Orkney Island, building what is known as the “Arthurian empire”. After twelve years of peace, Arthur expanded to Norway, Denmark and the Rome-controlled Gaul, eventually leading to a battle against Rome itself. Arthur and his three closer men, Kaius (Kay), Beduerus (Bedivere) and Gualguanus (Gawain) vanquished the emperor Lucius Tiberius in Gaul, and would have marched on Rome if Arthur hadn’t heard that his nephew Mordredus (Mordred), that he had left to rule Britain in his stead, had married his wife Guenhuuara (Guinevere) and taken his throne. Arthur returned to Britain, and in a final battle against Mordredus on the river Camblam, he killed his nephew but was mortally wounded in turn. He left his crown to Constantine, before being taken to the otherworldly island of Avalon – to be there healed of his wound, and never be seen again.

This story is the foundation on which all of the Arthurian myth was formed. You have everything there: Uther as Arthur’s father, Guinevere as his wife, Merlin as the wizard-counsellor, Mordred as his final enemy, and even Excalibur (in its primitive form of “Caliburnus”).

III) The French King Arthur

Monmouth’s text became MASSIVELY popular and led to many texts expanding or talking about the Arthurian legend, but after this first wave a second important point shifted the Matter of Britain around: the “French Arthurian tales”. Aka Chrétien de Troyes’ various Arthurian novels, which in turn caused a new wave of Arthurian text and traditions in the 12th and 13th centuries. In the Chrétien de Troyes story, interestingly the focus of the tales aren’t on Arthur himself – who becomes just a background character. Chrétien de Troyes added several new elements of focus and importance in the Arthurian myth, such as Lancelot or the Holy Grail, and due to focusing more on the “knights of the Round Table” that surround Arthur, the characterization of the king changes quite a bit. As we follows the adventures of Percival, Gawain, Galahad, Ywain or Tristan, Arthur… does nothing. While before he was a great military leader, a monster-slayer and a ferocious warrior, in this new tradition he becomes an inactive and even some would say “lazy” king. He is still a glorious figure renowned in the Arthurian world and a supreme authority no one would ever dare contest, but from physical prowess, military power and active exploits, Arthur’s qualities shift towards wisdom, dignity, a patient and balanced temper – at the cost of him appearing seemingly… apathic. Weak. Feeble. Barely reacting to the events around him while everyone else goes on adventures, or always retiring from the story for one reason or another – sometimes even depicting Arthur as nodding off after a feast and having to sleep while everybody else stays awake. The Chrétien de Troyes story also introduced the idea of an adulterous love between Lancelot and Guinevere, making Arthur a royal cuckold. A true decline of the hero in the time of the romances.

Up to the early 13th century, most of the Matter of Britain (if not all) was told in verse (from Chrétien’s novels in verse, to Marie de France’s lais). Starting with the 13th century, we start to have prose texts about Arthur: the Vulgate Cycle, or Lancelot-Grail Cycle. Five prose works that focus almost exclusively on both Merlin’s story and the quest of the Holy Grail, while pushing Arthur in the background. BUT these texts also added a key element to the Arthur legend: the idea that Mordred, the nephew destined to kill him, was also actually his son, born of an incestuous relationship he had with his sister Morgause. Plus, the idea that Camelot was Arthur’s main court and castle also came from the Vulgate Cycle. The tradition around those prose texts also decided to include King Arthur as part of a group of men known as the “Nine Worthies”: nine men who were the perfect example and embodiment of chilvary. Three pagans (Hector, Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar) ; three Jewish (Joshua, David and Judas Maccabeus), three Christians (King Arthur, Charlemagne, Godfrey of Bouillon).

IV) The late King Arthur

The wave of the French texts, both verse and prose, came to an end by a full return to England: in the late 15th century, Thomas Malory wrote and published “La Morte d’Arthur”, a retelling of the entire Arthurian legend as build up by the previous centuries in one single text, that became MASSIVELY popular and became the new foundation for the Arthurian myth in England. However King Arthur’s popularity and figure slowly died out alongside the Middle-Ages – unable to resist to a Renaissance that praised and focus mostly and chiefly on Greco-Roman culture, rejecting everything deemed too “medieval”. Up until now, the various texts linked to Arthur were considered as either fully or semi-historical, and everyone agreed that he must have been an historical figure – but by the 16th century people opposed fiercely this idea and rejected Arthur’s tales as pure and entire fiction, complete inventions, and in return they disgraced the entire Matter of Britain from any kind of true “legitimacy” or “interest”. The Arthurian legends were never completely erased – for they were too much part of the culture of several countries and nations – but they lost their prominence and importance: it wasn’t taken with any seriousness, sometimes reserved as folktales and fairytales for children, other times reinvented as comedies and parodies ; and when they were treated seriously, the Arthurian tales were just used for political messages or political allegories (mostly about the politics of the English monarchy, or as reflections of its various kings). After all, King Arthur represented a “golden age” of Britain – he was the greater ruler of England, the “king of kings” who built an empire that crumbled only after his death. Many kings of England aspired to be associated with this figure – to the point Henry VIII himself had a personal “Round Table” built for him!

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But to have a true “rebirth” of the Arthurian myth, we will have to wait a few more centuries. Just like King Arthur is said to wait or sleep forever in an otherworldly location, ready to come back to save England whenever it would be in trouble, the Arthurian legend stayed dormant throughout the Renaissance before waking up in the 19th century.

You had a conflagration… 19th century was the century of medievalism, of Romanticism, of the Gothic revival, and they all sought to know more about and revive the Arthurian myth and romance. Malory “Le Morte d’Arthur” was reprinted in 1816 (when its last edition was 1634), the Arthurian time with its knights was paralleled with the Victorian time and its gentlemen, king Arthur became a source of inspiration for many poets (such as Alfred Tennyson) and the Matter of Britain became the prime subject of the painters known as the Pre-Raphaelites. The craze even went beyond Europe, in the USA thanks to Mark Twain’s famous “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court”…

But unfortunately the World Wars would seriously damage the reputation of the Arthurian myth and cause a mass rejection of the idea of chivalry – one would have to wait until the 50s to see Arthur return to the stage, with works such as T. H. Whites “The Once and Future King”, later adapted by Disney as “The Sword in the Stone”, or Marion Zimmer Bradley’s “The Mists of Avalon”.

King Arthur’s figure is a vast, complex and difficult one to explore in its globality, since each time he has been reinterpreted differently: an otherworldly hero, a messianic king, the pure and golden embodiment of chivalry and knighthood, or a symbol of a great man succumbing to his weakness and falling for his own faults… But my seasonal series are just to provide introductions and starting points, so enjoy this brief recap and if you are interested, go look in the world for more Arthur! Gosh knows the media are now FLOODING us with king Arthur content.

[samwichitos]

My mom is going to make the most unexact request, I asked where to find the stuff and she gets angry. And she gets angrier if I do it "wrong". LIKE YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME WHERE IT WAS

[earthtolionne]

rolly polly’s have my heart and soul

i find myself observing the outlier bugs

the ones who got away, or the ones who got stuck

i pick them up, their broken wing buzzing against my thumb

then i close my fist and close my eyes, squeezing just enough to feel them but not to hurt them,

gently poking them to watch them squirm back into their defensive position

i often let them walk about on my arm, exploring this new terrain to them

i hope they find their way back safely once i put them down,

and i hope they return with great stories to tell about the friendly giant they met

or i’ll find myself sitting around with my friend, feeding the flies and not swatting them away

they’re so peculiar with their tiny hands and big eyes, so childish yet so curious

so commendable, so content

i’m not sure if i envy or pity the unexacting simplicity of their life

eat, sleep, hide, die

i wonder if the ant i let accompany me has a family, responsibilities, a love

did i help it flee by picking it up? did i do the right thing?

who am i to decide? all i can do is be there for this tiny insect

even when the world fails it

[theredandwhiteknight-if]

I know you have said that you can't save Arthur and that he will die at the end. But I just wanted to ask how old would Lancelot be at the end of the trilogy and is he fated to die to?

I don’t have an exact age yet since I’m still figuring out the exact years for the timeline so I know everyone ages. By the end of the last book, Lancelot will probably be officially in their 40s reaching 50, though the wonky time stuff with Camelot makes it a bit unexact if that makes sense. Their physical age would seem closer to their 30s.

The first 2 books will span about 15 years with a time skip but I haven’t quite figure out how long the grail quest and death of Arthur will take (definitely a shorter time frame though)

And Lancelot is not fated to die, and survives most of the endings (I’m debating about one ending where they die but I’m not sure). Lancelot is actually one of the few characters (along with Morgan) to pretty much always survive in the older literature

[kataskopeia]

@sinsolucion cont. from here.

"i ..." brows are furrowed; his hand one step short of pinching the bridge of his nose for some much needed alleviation. it's unlike him to let his exasperation seep through his mask so unexacting. right now, it couldn't be helped. "i'm not ... rattled." the leisure in which the other man basks does nothing to ease his growing headache. that is to say: it's irritating. "... you obviously got work to do. get back to it."

[danviers]

@forthewinn asked: people like me need people like you to save our asses. i need you.

At the crux of everything, that surmised her purpose: saving lives, both in the field and behind the varying apparatus amassed in her lab. Leaping from buildings, with little but the faith she had in Kara to offset the breath - stealing wind in her ears; Bearing the Atlasean weight of every oath she'd sworn and every promise she'd made, both on the front lines and for the sake of her sister, like always.

And yet need almost felt too strong an expression.

Earning her spot at the DEO didn't quite change the underlying truth: That, despite her surname, her unbreakable and undenied connection to Kara, to the Martian who'd pried her off the floor of a cell with the promise that she had so much more to offer than her self - assured destruction, she was just like any other agent: In the firing line, wherever it originated, with a near constancy. At the unbending behest of the vows they'd each made to defend the planet and its' inhabitants from within the penumbra of perpetual and indomitable secrecy. Human — innately and fallibly so.

Outside the modest circle that comprised her family, both blood and found, the world at large wouldn't miss her the way it'd miss supergirl or her famous cousin.

She'd learned to live with that.

Nudging Winn with her shoulder, a wordless, weightless display of what passed for unexacting affection, Alex simply offered a downcast, sober smile — one laced with a pensive kind of gratitude. That she needed him too ( that she'd needed all of them: Winn, Kara and J'onn ) went without saying. " Yeah, you do. "

[deadnightcoffeetime]

The Monster Of Willow Creek (Tales Of Horror Segment 2) (COPY RIGHT) Page 29

Aly, not to sound rude, nor anything, but when Tanya said, you saw it too, WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DEALING WITH HERE?! I’m pretty sure that Isaac and I, saw what you and Tanya, have seen!”, said Eric. “A wendigo!”, said Alyana. The gang looks at each other, they’re confused. “A what?!”, said isaac. “It’s an old Native American legend. My mom gave me a book about monsters and spirits. I’ll explain what the monster is, just let me go get the book.”, said Alyana. Alyana goes to her assigned room and grabs the book, then heads back. She opens the book and explains what a wendigo is. “A wendigo is an evil spirit, known as the spirit of winter. A human becomes a windigo after his or her spirit is corrupted by greed or weakened by extreme conditions, such as hunger and cold. So, the more you consume human flesh, the less human you’ll be. And over time, that person will become the hideous monster, that you two witnessed.”, said Alyana. “That’s fucked up!”, said Steven. Alyana speaks, as she passes the book, to let the others read for themselves. “There’s more. In my culture, Native Americans believes that if you consume the flesh of others, you’ll absorb abilities, or powers. Besides staying alive, the person will get strength, speed, and the power to mimic voices.”. “Could it be, that thing mimicked Tanya’s boyfriend?”, said Michelle. “Yes. It will lure you with the voice of a friend, or love one, to strike.”, said Alyana. “I guess that explains what happened with Tanya.”, said Eric. “So, how do we protect ourselves, and kill it?”, said Becky. “There are only 2 ways. First is, anything that is silver, stab it in its heart. If you shoot it with any ordinary bullets, it won’t affect it. Instead, you’ll piss it off more. And secondly, fire. Burning it to death.”, said Alyana. “That’s why we had the upper hand for closing the door. It doesn’t like fire.”, said Steven. “And how do we protect ourselves, if we don’t have anything?”, said isaac. “To protect ourselves, we’ll have to make these symbols into a circle. They’re called Anasazi symbols. Each symbol resembles everything in this planet, from a human, to elements, to animals, to places, etc.”, said Alyana. “So, what happens if we get bitten, or scratched, do you change into those things?”, said Becky. “No, you don’t.”, said Alyana. “This is a lot to sink in. Monsters shouldn’t exist!”, said Eric. “This earth is filled with unexacting and surprising things. It proved us wrong. Stuff like that, do exist.”, said Alyana. “So, what do we do now? We can’t leave, and it’s to dark, and dangerous outside, to leave by foot.”, said Steven. “All we can do is wait it out until morning, leave on foot, and have Aly’s dad come pick us up half way.”, said Eric. “That’s actually the only thing we can do. Nothing else.”, said Alyana. “The problem is, that monster could come back, more pissed off.”, said Michelle. “Wait, you said those symbols are used to protect yourself, right?”, said Leon. “Yeah.”, said Alyana. “Why don’t we put those symbols around the cabin? Then in the morning, we can just leave.”, said Leon. “Yeah, we can do that. But there are 10 symbols to put in a circle. So, there are 7 of us, I say each of us takes a symbol. As for the last 3, I’ll do two.”, said Alyana. “I’ll do two as well.”, said Leon. “Same here.”, said Eric. “Okay, that settles it. Llet’s go grab a stick, and draw the symbols around the house.”, said Alyana. Alyana goes quickly to her assigned room, going through her bag to get papers and a marker. She reunites with the group and starts to draw each symbol on s page. She now gives Michelle, Becky. Isaac, and Steven, a page. She then gives two pages to Eric, Leon, and herself. Now that everyone has received a symbol, they all go outside, looking for a stick. Each successfully found a stick and each start to draw a symbol on the ground, around the house. Becky finishes, then Michelle, and Isaac. Isaac goes on to check on Steven, to see if he’s finished. Issac approaches towards Steven. “Hey, msn, you finished?”, said Isaac. “I’m almost done.”, said Steven.

[preschoolkaiju]

Commissions Closed

Thanks for the interest! I've already gotten many commission requests and will be going through them right now. I got requests almost immediately, so maybe next time I'll make my opening at more unexact time to make things more fair haha

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I hate everyones perception of legos as being these evil things that will kill you if you even just barely step on one of them. I for one love the feeling of stepping on a big pile of them (slowly, pacing on top a pile of legos but, never with socks since they ruined the experience). As a kid I had this giant box full of legos and I would just stick my bare arms in it or dump on the ground and lay on. I know that it might hurt to land on a lego out of nowhere but my room always had stray legos on the floor and when I would step on one it never was a big deal (for context my floor was all carpet and I would keep my legos in front of my dresser away from the door and bed so unexacting family members would not step on them) Now I'm not staying I never got were people are coming from wen they say legos hurt since in the span of the 8 or 9 years that I had them (I recently moved and could not bring them with me) I stepped on one or two painful ones but I still enjoyed stepping on a pile of legos, laying on said pile of legos, and shoving my arms into a big thing of legos. I still do enjoy it even if I cant doo it anymore since the previous mentions lack of legos.

If anyone reads this and thinks hay I relate or do/used to do a similar thing please tell me because I now statistically I cant be the only one but I have never met or heard of anyone doing something like this.

[dehgani]

“There is a continuing battle within him between the poet of genius who feels revulsion at the wretchedness of his environment, and the cautious offspring of the Frankfurt patrician or the Weimar privy-councillor who finds himself compelled to come to terms with and accustom himself to it. Goethe is thus at one moment a towering figure, at the next petty; at one moment an obstinate, mocking genius full of contempt for the world, at the next a circumspect, unexacting, narrow philistine. Not even Goethe was able to conquer the wretchedness of Germany; on the contrary, it conquered him, and this victory of wretchedness over the greatest of Germans is the most conclusive proof that it cannot he surmounted at all “from within”.

-Marx/Engels on Goethe