#Scribes thoughts

[scribe-of-stories]

An earlier conversation with a good friend (@sunset-a-story) got me thinking. How many undead entities can one person produce? Does a zombie need a skeleton, or can you raise them both separately? Could the blood be animated into some kind of slime creature at the same time? Assuming the soul leaving the material plane punched a them shaped whole into reality (thus spawning a ghost), could that same soul also come back as a wraith to take vengeance on their ill fated death? And to top it off: what if that same person is a telepath who stored a copy of their neural engram into someone else so that a psychic ghost also exists in their head?

What is forming in my brain is a comedy about a occult found family who is mainly made up of multiple fucked up versions of the same person.

[starcurtain]

I think one of the funniest things about the Sabzeruz event is that the devs choose to go with Candace, Traveler, and Paimon having a whole "Ooh, two mysterious men are going into an alley to have a 'private' conversation; they must be bad guys!" only to then go "Oh just kidding, it was only Alhaitham and Kaveh doing typical Alhaitham and Kaveh things."

Except the "Alhaitham and Kaveh" thing in question this time was talking about Mehrak, a sentient robot that Kaveh built using absolutely forbidden technology, and which he then whole-heartedly willed would develop a consciousness of its own, violating one of the central taboos of his nation's governing agency, committing what amounts to an inherent and extreme felony punishable by law.

Alhaitham and Kaveh: Listen, we're not bad guys discussing illegal activity here. We're just two men having a private, personal conversation. Happens all the time.

Paimon, Candace, and Traveler: Oh cool, they're not doing a crime; they're just gay.

But they were, in fact, doing a crime.

[amaris-ofthemoon]

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I crave it.

The mutual obsession.

The feeling of loving and being loved in return.

I want our worlds to revolve around each other, my dearest how I long to be yours…

[fluentisonus]

thinking about these mesopotamian scribes who were struggling with their math. i love them

[astriiformes]

Hello tumblr. A fic-writing question lead me to look up a word to make sure I was using it right, and now Scribe and I are losing our minds a little. Those of you who are also old enough to remember having a non-cellphone phone in your house, please weigh in:

Without looking it up, what part of the phone is the receiver?

[terra-tortoise]

dusthides vs overbite jaw from undel's dragonart evolution

[heayn]

and ANOTHER dead cells dub? you better believe it! this one's from @l0verseyes!

you can find the original here, here and here!

[checkadii]

mfs do anything but finish their wips . like startign another, for example

[13reasonstoeatthatcake]

I really want to know how Lilith Sorrengail feels about trying her best to get her youngest daughter away from whatever it was that her dad supposedly found in the Archives after Brennan 'died', just to get said daughter even more involved with the tyrrish rebellion two: electric boogaloo.

[shepherds-of-haven]

halek is find as he’ll i won’t him 😚😚

[phonkscribes]

Imagine Havik with a passive S/O, and dragging them along for his crusades of madness. He's out there having a blast, and while it's not their cup of tea per say, they're trying to be a supportive S/O anyhow and be besides him. Even if they're not causing enough chaos as they could, he'd find it cute. Aw, look at them go, struggling to crush another man's skull. Out of the way babe, this is how you do it. The gore splashes onto their clothes from, both sides as they smile and give him a thumbs up. In the end, he ends up showing off how brutal he can really be, and for a moment he wonders how someone so passive can tolerate his animosity for order.

Why haven't they run away or deserted him? Rain did after what he'd done in Seido, with Darrius leaving his side only moments ago. He'd wondered for a while if he'd have to go on alone, and so seeing his S/O there amidst the chaos waiting for him there imbues him with a certain vigor. They are the calm to his storm, completing him in a twisted sort of way. Perhaps it is this contrast that has captured him so. It leaves an inkling of conflict on his bloody heart, something he can reflect on in the aftermath as he reunites with them.

[pjowasmy1stfandom]

Okay, I decided last night that I was gonna do Inktober (never done it before, we'll see if I get all of them) so I did a quick sketch before I went to bed. And now I'm posting yesterday's + today's sketch before I have to go to work

My first one is Legend from Linked Universe (a satchel is close enough to a backpack, right??) and today's is kinda Minecraft inspired. I also listened to Home by Livingston on repeat while drawing it

[amaris-ofthemoon]

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To be treated like something special.

As if I’m made of glass and you need to protect me from the world. Be fiercely protective of me, make it so I can’t go anywhere unless you’re with me because I’d be to afraid of going out alone.

[thalassophiliascripte]

balor/female farmer wip

She glanced at Balor—then back toward the fish.

Then back at Balor—trying to keep it to a quick glance from the corner of her eye—and tried to muster up the courage that had faltered somewhere between her intentions and her vocal cords.

“Is there something you wanted to ask me, Ari?” Balor asked.

She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to duck her head from embarassment or roll her eyes—so she settled for neither, and just glanced around the empty museum wing around them. Each season had a branch off the main hub of the piscine wing—and the winter wing was at the very back, to leave enough space for all the equipment that kept the water cool. If there was anyone else in this part of the museum at the moment, they were so deep into a branch that they wouldn’t be able to hear what was going on among the winter fish.

“Well, I was just thinking—I don’t think you’ve been back to the farm since I settled in,” Aryn mused, trying to keep it casual. Next to her, Balor watched the fish dart through the water in the tank in front of them—the winter cold frosted glass causing his breath to condense on the front of the aquarium. “Would you like to stop by, maybe?”

She glanced at him after making her offer. He didn’t look away from the fish, a cluster of dace sending flickering silver shadows across his face. He’d mostly kept control of his expression, as he worked through whatever answer he’d give her, but there was a slight uneven furrow between his brows—something between a raised eyebrow and a look of concentration.

His fingers tapped against the loose silky fabric of his pants. Balor was twitchy when he got cornered, and Aryn raised a hand to wave off her offer. “If you’re busy with another run into the city—”

“Yeah, sure,” Balor interrupted. “I don’t see why not—I’d like to see what you’ve done with the place. Next Saturday, after the vendors leave from Market Day?”

Her heart had lodged itself between her sternum and collarbones, all tangled up in her lungs. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat as she nodded and agreed weakly. “Oh—alright then. Sounds good.”

[larissa-the-scribe]

taking a break from stories to post about what Else is going on in my brain asjkdasldkjfhas

[hellwurld]

lacy, oh lacy (i just loathe you lately)

In theory, it would be easy to hate Scaramouche. The other man is bitchy, and rude, and cruel, and completely, fundamentally, in-fucking-capable of taking a joke. No matter what Childe says, Scaramouche will roll his eyes or squint at him like he’s an idiot or make some stupid huffy noise that conveys he would rather be anywhere else. Scaramouche hates Childe, and Childe should hate him just as much, for the same reasons he doesn’t get along with most of the other harbingers. Like the rest, Scaramouche is uppity, self-righteous, self-absorbed, and unlike the rest, he is uniquely awful in so many ways. There is a laundry list of reasons why Childe should hate Scaramouche. And yet. And yet. (Childe hates Scaramouche. A meeting, a post-meeting conversation, and post-conversation visit to Scaramouche prove that his feelings for Scaramouche are a little bit different than he initially thought.)

local snezhnayan man so obsessed with inazuman bitchy doll that he boomerangs past a crush, around hate, and right back into down-horrific love