see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

trying to nail down the design of a Light vex collective, for a story I'm cooking up

⦕⁅⁅⁅ɔ  ⦕⁅⁅⁅ɔ  ⦕⁅⁅⁅ɔ  ⦕⁅⁅⁅ɔ  ⦕⁅⁅⁅ɔ

you have encountered a group of trilobites! reblog to help them on their journey

Me, at my gamer funeral, on my gamer deathbead: *Is dead.* Priest: “My fellow gamers, today we press F, but from here on….” Crowd: *crying*

Priest ”:..We must press W, and move forward.”

Dark Disquiet

Titans do not understand the void. They make crude shield to let their enemies break themselves upon. They wield it, they do not feed it. They let their enemies do that for them.

Warlocks think that they do. They think that through all their study and their practice, they understand what it means to become one with absence.

But they do not deny themselves. They do not seek to tear free endless need and want from their bones, absence purely to truly understand it.

But they cannot truly understand it. To wheeled, to study, is not to live within. It is not to give yourself to. It is not to feed. Not to deny yourself sleep and food and drink.

As long as the Titans stay behind their walls, and Warlocks remain in their libraries, they will never understand the Void.

But they could. One day. If they left.

If they left for the far edges, learn to deny themselves everything and become one with absence, drape themselves in the shadow and learn to let the crushing weight of gravity lighten their steps.

But they never will.

They will stomp and flounce about.

They will never stalk.

My kin do not understand the Void. Oh… but they could. If they would surrender their fear. Of it. Of me.

They burn and crackle, laughing and living lives of want, dressed in fire and storms.

None of them will deny themselves.

They still fear it.

I see it in their eyes. When I reach into emptiness, and hold together dusk and moonless nights and black between stars, when I pull together absence into my hands and draw it to a singularity.

They do not see the web.

They do not hear the whispers.

They come in here, thinking of the feasts and celebrations and rest.

I know no such trinkets.

I hunger. I wait. I remain awake.

I walk on the edge of midnight, that glorious endlessness before after dusk and just before dawn.

And I glimpse beyond.

Let them fear me.

Let them stay in their fires and storms. Let the Titans stay behind their walls and the Warlocks in their libraries.

I alone know the Void. Know the hunger and the absence, hear the whispers as I draw denial into arrow. Let them feast on Light I leave in my wake.

I alone prowl forward. I alone know the color of the shadows.

I alone stalk the night.

Let them fear me.

And let my enemies come.

"i don't like this thing and i wish i didn't have to see people talking about it all the time"

girl (gender neutral), you are on tungle dot com:

choose your fighter.

Yes. Have YOU considered that sometimes working on hard things is both necessary and worthwhile?

I have never seen a more on point text post meme.

MUSIC VIDEOS THAT TURN 20 in 2025

What a year!

To think all of this happened because of a New Years Resolution...just...wow.

I couldn't have made all of this without people letting me try to learn while I make a token of appreciation for them. I want to thank the following for helping me be where I am today!

new one

Everybody stop what you’re doing RIGHT NOW and celebrate the last Out of Touch Thursday of 2020

OUTTA TOUCH THURSDAY!

The Final Out Of Touch Thursday 2023!

The Final Out of Touch Thursday of 2024!