and she smiled and said 'i am not sorry,' the laugh implied. 'i am sorry you made the choices you did. but the loss is your own.' and he raised his voice as though thunder was lightning as if anger was a weapon he could turn on. but he had moved you see to her country - ah! - and her book was not available to him anymore. he said he was owed a copy and she again just smiled telling him a print version would traverse - oh! - easily.
From a distance the city of Iskarien is impossibly beautiful: the dark islands like inverted mountains floating in swirling mist where once a sea had been. As you move closer, the thick chains that connect the islands absorb all light and something like fear may touch you had you not traversed here on the bones of a dead god.
Iskarien is a democratic city so long as one does not think too hard about the concepts of government or the notion of a city. It is more properly understood as a collection of warring factions united by their thirst for wealth and power. That it is the most dangerous city to live in goes without saying, though not always for the reasons one would expect. The last magic in the world can be found here, though some scholars claim this is the least dangerous fact about the city. They are right, but only in the ways that a poet would be.
Some claim Iskarien is the last wonder of the age of magic, but this is a lie: it is an abnormality, and one that will someday end. As skyshards have become rare, so too is the strange nature of Iskarian a rarity that scholars say can only end in tragedy as the islands pass through the mist and shatter on the floor of an empty lake. Until then, travellers come the world over to marvel at the city and those in it live their often desperate, private lives as they eke out their livings in a too-crowded city that all known is impossible. And everything impossible ends so that the possible can continue. - excerpt from ‘The Last Days of Magic’. Author unknown.
the statue was dressed up though it never came to life prepared for sporting events waiting for a moment which could never come to pass
JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS, MY POSTS TOTALLY ARE NOT ADS OR AI!!!
…. an AI writing posts for Jay would be -slightly confusled.
doors close before they open we are watching raindrops race each other down windows wishing we could be more
Joseph realized too late how much better his life would have been had he been born Joe.
Imagine if he’d been a Jay!!!!
...
Cats may look upon kings, but only dogs get to sniff their butts.
- a player in my D&D 5e game debating whether they should use their Scroll of Tarrasque Summoning.
Joseph realized too late how much better his life would have been had he been born Joe.
the poet went silent when asked about the next book if there would be expansions if a poem could have a DLC barely understanding words from a world too far away but somehow feeling near
There is one conspiracy so great is can bring down the moon, so brilliant it burns even the worthy as it makes them pure, so terrible that darkness quells from it and sorrow seems, at times, its mate. This conspiracy is called love
it felt like spring had sprung, a world awash in fresh rain springs corroding like small chains under a newer sun
the king was crowned with a laurel, a wreath, a poem and the crowd waited
@herdarkangel wait wait wait
Why would people want to turn into goop?!?!
They wouldn't! Which is kinda the point — human spines (and those of most other animals, if not all, who have one) actually help keep the shape of a person.
Think of it like a balloon that you use to make paper mâche. If you remove it before the paper mâche dries, you risk losing the form. Same thing for creatures.
Human spines keep us stretched upright, but no spine means we can't do that anymore, so our torso goes splat... The science side of Tumblr will need to confirm, but I think it also means we can't move at all which may be really scary for people who can and even scary for people who cannot because they're probably panicking about suddenly feeling their insides touching each other when they didn't do that before.
So no more spine snatching, okay?
WOW!! I don’t know that. But but but I’ve never had Char - seen anyone become goop but! I bet the jaysome side of tumblr is a lot different than the science one?!
Jay? Jay, were you about to say Charlie??? Did you take Charlie's spine?!
And honey - fundamentally speaking, the jaysome sode of Tumblr is just built slightly different than the science one, but that doesn't mean it can't happen!
... i-is Charlie okay?
I am fine. Jay has been given a lecture, but I doubt it entirely took. His grasp of biology is - tenuous.
Oh thank the Void you're okay!!
That other part, though... hope for the best, plan for the worst? 😅
… the perils of helpful eldritch entities :)
From a distance the city of Iskarien is impossibly beautiful: the dark islands like inverted mountains floating in swirling mist where once a sea had been. As you move closer, the thick chains that connect the islands absorb all light and something like fear may touch you had you not traversed here on the bones of a dead god.
Iskarien is a democratic city so long as one does not think too hard about the concepts of government or the notion of a city. It is more properly understood as a collection of warring factions united by their thirst for wealth and power. That it is the most dangerous city to live in goes without saying, though not always for the reasons one would expect. The last magic in the world can be found here, though some scholars claim this is the least dangerous fact about the city. They are right, but only in the ways that a poet would be.
Some claim Iskarien is the last wonder of the age of magic, but this is a lie: it is an abnormality, and one that will someday end. As skyshards have become rare, so too is the strange nature of Iskarian a rarity that scholars say can only end in tragedy as the islands pass through the mist and shatter on the floor of an empty lake. Until then, travellers come the world over to marvel at the city and those in it live their often desperate, private lives as they eke out their livings in a too-crowded city that all known is impossible. And everything impossible ends so that the possible can continue. - excerpt from ‘The Last Days of Magic’. Author unknown.
in silence alone lay a sliver a hope more silver than gold
“This is a problem,” the wizard admitted.
The king let out an unholy screech, useless wings digging into the earth.
“A problem,” the queen repeated.
“The spell was meant to let someone be their true self.” They stared up at the blind, shrieking monstrosity. “I imagine he was not very satisfying in bed?”
“Guards? Kill the wizard,” the queen snapped.