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[tothepointofinsanity]

Remorse is the poison of life.

[pi-slices]

Ghost Complex. // Cover artwork & animation for darkDARK

[philosophybits]

He who divides the world into two parts moves in the sphere of abstractions... The world as it is, and not as people dream it to be, is not divided into two camps: it is infinitely more complex and diverse.

Nikolai Berdyaev, "Political Testament"

[yoroshiu]

Isn't it funny that most of the games in Kingdom Hearts end in tragedies, or very bittersweetly, AT BEST. And even the handful that are technically happy endings have the underlying pressure of the upcoming battle, so nothing is ever truly "outright happy."

[faaun]

the way that diff languages sound r so fascinating they're all different and all so vivid

[mortemcatabasis]

🔺🟠Jumbled 🟩🔷

[maliro-t]

just going on the record that the last scene with pelor and asmodeus last night where ayden finally drops away into his divine form is like. top 10 scenes in any actual play show ever for me. whew

[thefractalist]

[herbalyeen]

You’ve mentioned a handful of aus, what tadc aus do you have?

C&A Complex Au

A human au where Caine is the landlord of C&A Apartments, and the cast are his tenants. The npcs are his staff, (ex. Receptionist Loolilalu, The Gator Handyman Crew, etc.) and the abstracted are just previous tenants that have moved out (or in Queenies case, is deceased.)

Equestrian Au

An au where Caine owns a ranch and the cast each has their own horse with a specialty profession. (Ex. Bronc Buster Kinger, Equine Vet Gangle, Farrier Pomni, Barrel Racer Jax, etc.)

Abstracted Queenie Au

An au where Queenie wasn’t sent to the cellar after she abstracted, becasue she wasn’t discovered. She abstracted at night, instead of day and Kinger was able to swiftly transport her from the fort and into her room and hides her from the cast and Caine.

[zombiecicada]

[jucomx]

Surprising absolutely noone except undergraduate math students, it turns out math actually is only about numbers in the end!

[raccooninapartyhat]

cognitive profile so uneven I have to continually relearn the phrase "uneven cognitive profile"

[actual-changeling]

Seasons pass and wither, and hidden within the slow, wet drag of London is a flame which remains unchanged in the face of winter. The heat leaves with a quiet exhale, and takes the colour of the world with it, stealing first green, then golden-browns from the trees, eternally growing.

As the winds pick up and uselessly attempt to erode the blue-white memory burned into a cream patch of carpet, the flame flickers despite them, growing and shrinking, defying the constant fall of rain. The sky opens above them over and over again, the lightning seen from the window a message, a plea. Painting condensation onto the glass, the flame watches the violet violent flashes with melting disdain and growing regret.

There has never been a path carved into the heavens they could have walked without extinguishing themself and being lost to the wisps of smoke drifting towards earth. Yet they breathe until the window clears and they can recount the song of a nightingale between lightning and thunder.

Storms pass, return, linger for hours and days, and the flame lives it through it all. Light comes in many shapes, they relearn, caught in the company of a tentatively flickering golden glow that is still adjusting to sharing space with more atoms and electrons than themself. They carry no warmth, only a probing curiosity for the charcoal smears the flame leaves on everything they touch.

I'm burning myself up, they say, flickering red, orange, blue.

Does it hurt?

Only if I let it.

Silence fills the smoke-riddled air after that, heavy with confusion and pity, blackened by the residue the flame grinds into the carpet whenever they try to extinguish themself. Waiting, waiting, waiting, through passing storms and snow, through melting frost and the return of sunshine.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, the flame flickers through it all, hoping for the return of their spark before they are nothing but smoldering ashes and slowly dripping wax.

[848ellie]

Our mind is a clockwork of chaos endlessly ticking with unpredictable patterns. 💫

[nextnewsnow]

Bubbles 🫧