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Woon posting shall continue until moral decays

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careers in science & academia are so Cassandra-coded. you possess a Great and Burdensome Knowledge (at heavy cost*), which is both its own reward and its own punishment. and no one fucking listens to you

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rogue trader banters — 13/?

PASQAL 🠶 IDIRA

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something thats never been drawn before

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Idk if I love my humor... or hate it...

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Woon posting shall continue until moral improves

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Fulgrim wrote this

excuse you, i'm doomed by the narrative? then why do i have this kickass sword. u sound jealous and ridiculous rn

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Sword's cursed.

excuse you, i'm doomed by the narrative? then why do i have this kickass sword. u sound jealous and ridiculous rn

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The Executor — two people, wielding one blade.

There was once a wandering samurai, a woman from the Land of Reeds, far to the east. She held a deep regard for the natural world, with a particular reverence for flowers. A flower’s rooted purpose was to survive and propagate, and the woman gave shape to this reverence through her paintings. Her wandering journey ended upon her arrival to the Lands Between. She looked up at the sky and was entranced, lost for words at the sight of the transcendent Erdtree. Out of gratitude, she hoped to one day lay down her life before this grand spiritual marvel. The samurai then noticed that the Crucible of Life, the primordial origin of the Erdtree, had found purchase within her.

The woman stayed in a dilapidated shack upon the Altus Plateau—her “studio”—where she would paint. Flowers flush with grace would grow in her studio. She was imprisoned here for a crime, and a man, a Crucible Knight of Ordovis, was her executioner, standing by as a “guest” in her home. She painted the Erdtree, inspired by what she saw, and the knight would delay her execution until the painting was finished.

At times she would rest, taking a break to instead sketch her katana as a study, which she thought of as her silent old friend from her homeland. In time, she entrusted this blade to her executioner and resumed progress upon her Erdtree painting. However, she realized that the painting would not be finished in time before another executioner was sent to fulfill the duty that the first could not. So she instead began painting a portrait of her executioner, who by that point could not choose whether to execute the woman. But the moment of the end would come to pass.

The samurai’s executioner, whom she had come to regard as her guest, slew the second executioner outside the studio—a fellow Crucible Knight—who had at last killed the woman for her crime. Standing over the woman’s body, her guest held her blade and performed a forbidden technique called Seppuku, plunging the blade into his stomach, his body toppling over hers.

Neither the criminal woman nor the Crucible Knight have been seen since. Upon awakening, now as one—armor fused onto flesh—they picked up their blade in the aftermath, stained with gold and blood. A cursed blade that feeds on battle.

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Reblog if you also want your immortal enemy to take you to the opera in the middle of an insurrection

shocked to learn their bro hangouts were actually dates

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Woon posting shall continue until moral improves

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Woon posting shall continue until moral improves.

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Night reign

need a game to stream on tuesday............

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Yup, that's exactly what happened.

back on my bg3 bullshit

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OKAY WHICH TUMBLR USER THAT USED TO MAKE AMVS IN THE 2000’S GOT A JOB CUTTING TRAILERS AT FROMSOFT?

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