Tower Of God

From Dusk Till Dawn

Rising and setting, back to back

Sunrises and sunsets, two sides of a coin

One watches the world awaken with a “hello”

The other says “goodbye” to the world as it slumbers

A gentle touch of pink,

Spreading across a dull blue sky,

The sun peeps over the horizon,

A glowing gold, shifting across the sky,

Hello, hello

Watching the sun rise from a dormitory roof,

Taking pictures of the quiet world,

A happy memory of the dawn,

Violet shades and periwinkle colours,

Fade away into brighter flames,

Orange, red, pink; set sparks to the west,

The flames are chased by night-time colours,

Goodbye, goodbye,

Gazing into the sunset,

Relaxing, breathing, unwinding,

A new photo added to the album,

Meetings and partings, two sides of a coin

Back to back, the new page uncovered,

Many reunions and blessed memories,

Stored in this little sunrise and little sunset.

- Shinkai

Davey: There is only one race, the human race

Spot: That bastard ain't human

October Prompts 🎃

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

ruffled hair

apple scent

full of colors

walks in the forest

autumnal

falling leaves

chestnuts

umbrellas

ravens

Oktoberfest

pumpkin spice

cornfields

black cat

spooky

first wine

flying kites

whispers

picking apples

ghosts

sweater weather

acorns

pile of leaves

harvest

fog

Jack-o-lanterns

campfire

witches

samhain

stormy days

seance

trick-or-treat

in Finland, it is illegal to kill a bear when it’s hibernating. If you ask a hunter why that is, a number of them will tell you it’s wrong simply because it is the law, and they don’t make a distinction between what is right, and what is legal. Most people like that are perfectly normal, decent and respectable people, just like the rest of us.

 But if you ask people who think about things, the answer is vague. Killing a hibernating bear would just feel… impolite? You can’t fucking shoot a man when he’s sleeping, that’s just fucking rude. It’s just not the right thing to do.

 Long before hunting laws were established in Finland, you couldn’t kill a sleeping bear, and what commands you is something older than law: tradition. Even at a time when hunting was a matter of life and death, and a bear fighting for its life is mainly a matter of death, you just didn’t kill a hibernating bear, you have to wake it up first. Hunters risked their lives, the lives of their brothers and everyone in the hunting party, who were friends, family and men that they loved, to give the bear a fighting chance.

 In the modern time, the hunting season of bears is in the summer, for the warmest summer months. There are many reasons for why they are allowed to tread safely in autumn and to sleep in peace through the cold months, almost all of which are rational and scientific, and do not touch the old traditions.

 Old faith says a living thing has many souls - henki, luonto, itse. Plants only have one - the one that wills them to grow. Animals have two, both the spark of life and nature that enables them to act. A human being also has the third, one that makes them a person, personality, itse, literally “self”. But the soul that travels in your dreams is not the soul that defines a human - animals have that one as well. When your dog runs in her sleep, her soul is elsewhere, where a dog is needed.

 One’s waking soul is elsewhere when they sleep and dream. A bear’s soul is somewhere else when they are hibernating - there are two words for “hibernation” in finnish, one of which is talviuni, “winter sleep”, and that is the one that bears have - and if you kill a sleeping bear, their soul is not in the body, it is still out there, and it can find you, and as a revenge for killing its body, Ghost Bear will kill your entire fucking family.

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did you remember to...

1. drink some water?

2. take a deep breath?

3. think a kind thought about yourself?

do these now! then go on about your day and have a good one ✨

“With a smile on my face I’ll kiss you goodbye” 

AU where Jennie is a queen of waterbending who is fighting to prove herself; and no she is not weak. She is beauty she is grace, she will punch you in the face.  

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(Simply the start of a story I'm working on)

Prologue: Collected Miscellany

Pre-reading Note: This prologue has been written by C.X.K.

C.X.K's Note: So closes the setting of reality and so does the spider weave its webs of lies. For those who can see, they will know that The Truth is twisted, they will know about the Web of Lies. History be twisted, truth be changed and above all reality is what I manipulate it to be.

Erayith, home to the two major nations, whereover Gods extend their rule over the nations and protect their peoples using the power bestowed upon them. In the perpetual meantime of an eternity under the sheltered world lying under the watchful eyes of the gods, most eagerly live, without dreaming. Ambition is the driving force, but without dreaming nothing is achievable. In the cyclical lives of the mundane, people could afford to live a fruitless life. Chasing nothing but the butterflies of what they call hope and faith.

Co-existing, living together, Erayith was such a place. Special like no other world as it was capable of housing many lifeforms, dimensions could exist unimpeded, hidden amongst the mortals of the waking world. In the world, spectacular phenomena often happen; spellcasting and magic. The ability to create the supernatural and the unreal, the very allowance for these to be able to manifest in the world was all part of gods’ imposed laws. The humans named this mystical working, giving it the name of maegenic.

Those humans, just like all other humans, lived by the settlement they were confined to, chained to the toiling ground that they first set foot on. But not all of them are bound in such a way; there grew those who dare to wander the lands. The Wayfarers who see themselves praised and admired throughout the lands, yet alone without ally as they explore the uncharted lands, alone. Like travellers, the Wayfarers do not live long in one place, instead moving from one place to another. Yet this constant nomadic lifestyle can be appreciated by the crowd but only a minority can transition from typical lifestyles to this. Such is the same with maegenic, the majority of people possess maegenic in some shape or form, but only a select few may learn to wield maegenic.

Even fewer may seek to understand its profound secrets, to dissect and truly unlock the truth of the world Erayith. For it is thought that maegenic holds the key; the ultimatum to unlocking what Erayith hides. But really, who can ascertain for sure what maegenic truly is? When asked, all that The Gods said was: “Defying fate and changing reality, those wishes ascertain an answer: maegenic. That which creates transformation, changes that which is unideal and corrects the erroneous faults of the imperfect.”

So I just read this Webtoon and it. is. amazing!!! (amajin for the ARMY’s out there ;) ...I highkey hope I’m not the only one. Honestly it’s so pure and great T_T I want to read more honestly wahhhhh I wasn’t sure what to think at first but this was super awesome to read!!!

(ignore the subtitles...) but other than that Mr Crocodile was legit me when I realised how good this webtoon was >.<

Random and important (not really)

Have you ever stopped and thought about the word “try”? Like on one hand trying is a way to encourage someone (”at least you tried”) and on another it can be like...”you tried...but you failed” the one word that makes one feel so high but also so low...