#however fuck it we ball

[sleepyc63]

drew myself hugging spearmaster because i want to hug spearmaster

i love spearmaster

no shading cause i cant decide what i like more

i love spearmaster

[badbookkeeping]

is it right? of course not. but it thrills me to see bostonnick use the powers of being Nasty together <3

[firstprinced]

chaos king ACD

[uncanny-tranny]

The bourgeois or "exploiting class" doesn't inherently include the person who gets their nails done biweekly, or the disabled person who has a carer, or the guy who got a $70 video game for full-price, or the person who relies on medication (yes even the ones you don't think they "need"), or anything else like this. None of these people will, on average, have the ability to exploit workers by means of ownership or whatever.

While you are busy fighting with fellow workers, you are still being exploited by your boss, by capitalism, by (potentially) not having healthcare, by being overworked and underpaid, and so are they.

[taxed-up-trotter]

tried learning blender, i think it turned out ok

[remitro]

👍

[autistickaitovocaloid]

Birthday boy at the bottom of an ancient ocean

[romanticsmidi]

my trust in you is a dog with a broken leg / tendons too torn to beg for you to let me back in

(rbs > likes)

[tidesfate]

Rarely are things perfect upon the first draft. Creation was no different-- - the first blueprint of Magnus, it had proceeded far enough that the Dragon of Time had been called upon to provide the initial steps of test. Alas, the design was imperfect; the workbook tossed, save for pages torn from it that held the glimpses of hope to provide more to a new craft.

Within Infinite Abyss and Indeterminate Sea did the discarded sink; it cradled the riddled carcass of creation, and the Indefinite Limits welcomed. For in time the creators would seek its disposal, when the absolute would be put in place and there was no purpose for the 'what could have been' and 'what never would be'. The book unreadable.

The architects plucked from the expanse, unaware of what swam within until the ink had long since dried-- - unremovable. With it had the Creation that Wasn't burrowed within the Creation that Was, its removal to create festering wounds grander than merely leaving it within. The Awoken had barely blinked, and before it stretched the Infinite.

The Creation that Wasn't sought not but to feed the ache within it; to know, to understand was what it place it as. And it fed; happily, contently was there so much to be claimed. The barren Infinite Abyss and Indeterminate Sea made itself a repository, welcomed once more for the Creation that Wasn't to its expanses; it shall be its home, and in turn the Indefinite Limits shall not be lost to the Limits Set.

It sought to understand. 'What am I', a riddle. 'Prince to Nothing, for you have no place to put', an answers. Creation that Wasn't once more blinked-- - for it had seen the outcome of those that built. Creation was a hungry beast, for this was shared; those that gave were consumed, either in full or in part. It sought not to be consumed but to do so. Youngest of what was, the first of the Princes of Nothing.

Creation that Was settled into place, Daedra and Aedra given name and purpose; and Daedric Prince it shall be. It slotted not true within sections, not Original Spirit amongst the masses-- - but a spot must be determined, and so it was. It collected, its purpose unguided. From the Indefinite Limits did Knowledge that Was, Would Be, Would Never Be, The Apocryphal drip from; this was its inheritance. Before its eyes did Fate unravel itself, the Tapestry a favored piece of its to gaze upon; this was its journal. To it did the Waters of Memory seep into its unstable, oozing flesh; this was its vice. But it could mere view; for it was the disconnected. It could hoard and take and spin the tongue to watch the pieces move to their places, but it could not truly touch the Was. That door was unopenable. It did not matter, it consumed. There was so much to taste.

But to watch the Was grew thin-- - there was only so much to gather from what was readily presented. From watching seasons change, the growth of reality, to observing the actions of Mortal proceedings. There is only so much to be gained from the natural flow. To see something work was only one section of Knowledge; to break it apart to discover how it did was a new possibility. Why should it not break its toys? It knew not such a lesson, thought the echoes of it a burden and a restraint. They were ever so small, ever so menial and temporary. They were not its, so why should it care?

The One that Wasn't, The Old Antecedent, The Great Eye, The Abyssal Cephaliarch-- - it grew, and so too did it change. It grew and changed and changed and changed-- - but the banquet grew thin, for the Was did not change. It was the set design; new things may evolve, may become, but they were predetermined. Everything was predetermined; sometimes, sometimes there was the glimpse of that which was not set. Mortals were the often the hosts of these fragments of the 'What Wasn't', and from it too could it gain something... new. Frustratingly New, for it could not own all to feed its becoming Want. Temptingly New, for it fed that Ancient Hunger. And it hungered, oh so endlessly. Where once it fed constantly, now it mere plucked upon scraps. 'Once I have it all, I shall be full.' So why does the hunger only grow, not abate the closer?

'Why do I hunger?' Oh foolish Prince of Knowledge, you cannot see what you are. You, whom know so much are Blind to the Truth. You view through the lens of reality, so you cannot see what is not within-- - yourself. You hunger for that which was removed, and for that you shall never be satisfied. You were born hungry. You were born and that is your burden.

This question is unanswerable.

[corpsentry]

i may not. but i write poem still

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

Ik tumblr isn’t the best place for videos but I’m putting this on every platform I have so fuck it

DEAR ARKANSAS DAUGHTER OC ANIMATIC!!! WAHOOO (its messy but shhhh)

tagging @enlighten3d and @little-paper-ghost-child cuz you guys might wanna seeee

[slightlytoastedbagel]

actually On Your Feet gave us two good things (well. three if you like Realize which I do). Kohane's "it's frustrating" line and the great crack fic idea of Vivid Bad Squad getting cancelled online for skipping school to yell at The Kotaki Taiga as he was about to go back to America.

[gumjester]

ok today we face a cold hard truth..... we're doing a haitus after true hearts day. i have uni work up to THE Ears and i havent even finished a single thronecoming chapter yet WE JUST NEED A LITTLE TIME TO SHUFFLE OUR PAPERS AND REFILL OUR INKWELLS IT'S ALL GOING 2 BE OK (me talking exclusively to myself)

[ghoul--doodle]

I love having chronic migraines it kills my work flow like ✨nothin else✨

[deuynndoodles]

[id: an uncolored, digital sketch of two hands showing off a chibi style vio. they are sitting back on their hands, a blank expression on their face. text reads "loser (heart)" in all caps. end id]

heres my mental view of vio hope this helps <3

[id: an gif of link recieving an item (presumably from ocarina of time 3d). said item is a loafing cat rotating. end id]

[afrotunada]

i'm not doomposting or anything, just to be clear. just being cynical and tired of the constant, nonstop fatalism and finger pointing.