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"I thought your thing was doors?" You tell the Doormaker as he weaves your new shadow. He just smiles, as if sharing a secret. "Every absence is door, if you know where to look for the handle."
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Broken people flock to the Severed Crescent. It teaches them that not all hidden things are missing - the dark side of the moon, an amputated arm, the fragility of lions, hope
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Trump Lifts Obama-Era Protections Trapping Gangthor The Malevolent In Tomb Deep Within Murky Depths Of Pacific Ocean https://trib.al/wWwiOYZ pic.twitter.com/Q2WOjZo3Bf
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Broken tatters of the first sky slowly drifted above the clouds. It was night there, now, so the star-speckled darkness was easily visible on the daytime background of the second, and third, skies.
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you may not think your brain is a supervillain. but 1) its called Brain and 2) it lives in a skull fortress
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Some dreams refuse to die, burrowing into the waking world like maggots, hiding in the folds of your brain. Sometimes they resurface later, malformed and rotting. Sometimes they stay as they are. Dormant. Waiting.
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Long before the first entity spoke into the void, there existed a Language. It cannot be transcribed on paper, nor vocalised in air, for it is written only in the stars - its letters composed of shifting geometries - and spoken only in cosmic dreams and singing supernovae.
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This obsession with survival is a by-product of mortality. Our immortal souls care not for their biological hosts - they wish for nothing more than to be consumed by the sun. Moths are particularly weak to the influence of their souls.
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trans people are like angels, with their strange & lovely hair, hundreds of eyes, incomprehensible geometry, teeth, oh my god so many teeth
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FORBIDDEN CHESS PIECES: The Prophet, who is aware of the hands which move the pieces. The Crows, placed on the board after the final turn.
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He will etch it upon the bones of the Earth one day - when all is said and done - but today he is content to simply watch. All storms carry a paradoxical stillness to them, the Carver knew, but this silence will break in something far more than the mere clap of thunder.
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There is a paradoxical stillness to this storm - a power so encompassing that it becomes invisible from within. The Carver looks at the edge of storm - from within or without, it matters little to the Carver.
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Thanks for your donation! Your sword is The Shattered Edge! Cobbled together by an ancient magic lost to our comprehension, it's believed that each individual shard of this blade cuts deeper than it would as a whole.pic.twitter.com/IuVBfh6ZZm
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Those liminal spaces in your dream, when you are lucid enough to be aware of the dream, but not enough to tell it from reality, is when you are at your most vulnerable - for when you don't even know what is real and what is not, how could you stop unreality from crossing over?
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The stars, somehow still visible in the now-daytime sky, seemed to _pulse_ to some hidden rythmm, or perhaps an alien heartbeat. "And the Darkness comprehended it not."
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"And the Light shineth in the Darkness," He swiped his hand in a dismissive motion, casual as can be, and the shadows streching in the meadow _shattered_ like glass, the sky rippled like a pond, the moon split open and in its place stood the Sun in all its glory.
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the existence of H.P. Lovecraft implies the existence of a H.P. Livecraft and a H.P. Laughcraft
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This is part of the dance a male peacock spider performs to attract a female. But he needs to be careful: if he continues his dance when the female is not interested, she attempts to attack, kill, and feed on him, and she may also do this after mating https://buff.ly/2lolwjf pic.twitter.com/gZBm48drCD
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brand usage guidelines are way better if you read them as SCP containment procedureshttps://twitter.com/gothfemme/status/1199924291900456961 …
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When the Night lengthens, and the darkness seems beyond all hope, _rise_. Don't wait for sunrise, _make_ it dawn yourself. Fill the sky with blood until the horizon is crimson - lure the sun across the sky with sanguine, pyrrhic victory.
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