You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?
I'll update/reblog this as I go because I'm excited and insane.
It's time.
Just some thoughts about leander:tm:
He likes to be in control yeah? to pull the metaphorical strings, he can manipulate people and keep conversations to go in his favour, well what if when he is with MC, Leander catches himself slipping, his laughs become more geniune, less forced, his eyes become softer and shoulders slightly less stiff, he let's himself immerse in the conversation and to his horror he only notices this after mc leaves, the conversations and happenings around wet wick he keeps in check by the back of his mind completely gone from his attention, the control and awarness of his situation he had honed was forgotten all because of one person and leander is afraid of MC and the power they managed to hold over him
brain fog is so stupid. Like what do you mean my body is in such rough shape I have nothing but my thoughts but also I can't think?
The Ender Dragon, being an endless and eternal being is infinitely large and thus contains everything that could exist.
Because of this, She is simultaneously alive and dead. Any and all interpretation of Her is correct. As an organism, She maintains Herself by consuming possibilities of universes and their contents.
She exists as a singular in the End. The End itself is the Ender Dragon's mind, in idle processing not otherwise being used.
The Nether occurs in Her corpse, her flesh and blood turned to stone and magma.
The Overworld then is Her soul itself, exerting its will.
Of course not, why would you worry
(loud machine killing noise just on the outskirts before the lust layer)
You are an angel sent down to Hell every half-century for a routine checkup. One day, you find it completely remade. It is now a luxury resort without a single scream to be heard. When you confront the Big Man, he simply says "Meh, got bored."
I really like the light work here.
On one side the floor is yellow-white, while on the other it is blue. Just so nice
And I like how the text is reflected off a floor and goes up through the bounds in the upper side.
I don't want to die