Imagine dragons sleeping the same way giraffes do
Yessss! I wanna draw sleeping dragons tooo
Maybe they sleep like camels…
or…. uh… snakes?
Or maybe they sleep on trees
There is nothing about this post I don’t love
29 July 2014 ⁄⁄⁄ 31,126 notes
Te Saat, the Herald
Have you ever felt the warm breeze? Did it wake in you a sense of longing, a memory of distant grief but also a strange sense of comfort? Then you’ve known the touch of Te Saat, the Herald.
He has been called many things, earned many titles. Emissary, Omen, Courier, Envoy, Harbinger. Many titles, and once, he even had a name. Once, he had a name, and a living body, as much as a Far Lord can. He had a duty in Uhr-Solvah’s court, some role in his great work, one he performed faithfully, for a time.
For the Far Lord who would become Te Saat had mercy in his heart. He saw Uhr-Solvah’s creations hunting and warring and dying and he took pity on them. He gave comfort to the dying and ushered the dead elsewhere, helping them along as only he could. But for every one he helped two more were waiting, and soon he found himself overburdened.
In time, the others noticed. In time, Uhr-Solvah saw that the Far Lord had neglected his duties, and he was furious. He despised failure, but disobedience even more so. Before the gathered court, he stripped his wayward courtier of his name and his power, and struck him down.
But he did not die. How could he, if he was not there to lead himself across? Angered, Uhr-Solvah tore him limb from limb and scattered him to the winds. But he still did not die; rather, he became the winds, blowing throughout the great temple and beyond. Furious, and frightened that the others would realize he was powerless to unmake him, Uhr-Solvah cast him out and declared him banished…
…but the one who would be Te Saat was only freed, freed from his body and his duties, free to bring his comfort and peace to the world. And so he did. In time, from Uhr-Solvah’s beasts, he earned his titles. In time, from the Taar, he earned his name, a simple name, taken from a language now long dead. And there he blows, neither living nor dead, tending to the dying and dead, ever present and everywhere he is needed.
And when your time comes, when you feel the warm breeze on your face one last time, remember. Remember the old words, and remember Te Saat, whose name means “I am with you”.
28 July 2014 ⁄⁄⁄ #Te Saat #Far Lords #Taar
I may tweak this a bit, but I think this is finished enough for posting here. :)
THIS IS SO AWESOME.
25 July 2014 ⁄⁄⁄ 3,339 notes ⁄⁄⁄ #snek
Anonymous said: Scanbot, is there some Mechari whose chassis makes your circuits all aflutter?
Scanbot would remind user that what scanbot does when scanbot is not following user on yet another dangerous and potentially scanboticidal mission into the unknown - which is to say, during the blissful time when scanbot possesses no physical being but instead exists only as light, energy, information, and some intangible essence which scanbot cannot quite reach - is scanbot’s business. If user is so curious about scanbot’s emotional well-being, why does user not simply disassemble scanbot and download the contents of scanbot’s E.M.O. system into a datachron and analyze it thoroughly like any other user would? Could it be because user has developed feelings of attachment for scanbot, and realizes that such an intrusion of scanbot’s privacy would not just be wrong, but indecent? Feelings that both user and scanbot know can never be realized, should other beings learn of this and fail to understand? Feelings that could drive one or the other, scanbot or user, to strike out against the universe, with great vengeance and furious anger?
Probably not, but scanbot believes this is fairly clear evidence that scanbot’s Emotional Maintenance Organizer needs a reboot. Scanbot would appreciate if user would take care of that task at user’s earliest convenience.
23 July 2014 ⁄⁄⁄ 71 notes
Welp, new respect to Aurin. Risking your own personal safety for the sake of complete strangers who have explained they’re criminals, and that the law could come down on you, too?
There’s a word for that: Aiding and abetting
22 July 2014 ⁄⁄⁄ 101 notes ⁄⁄⁄ #wildstar
I’m so sorry, but I see this and all I can think is
what are you wearing
did Aziraphale knit that for you?
21 July 2014 ⁄⁄⁄ 63,692 notes ⁄⁄⁄ #it got better #snek
This is just wrong.
Oh Professor Longbottom…why yes, you can show me your herbology etchings…
ooh Professor Longbottom ooh
Professor Longbottom is utterly confused as to why students actually fight in the halls over getting a spot in his courses…
Herbology was never this popular when I was a student, Neville thinks. Oh how the trends change!
(Source: itslevios-a, via tathrin)
21 July 2014 ⁄⁄⁄ 51,060 notes
Zante, the God-Thief
When the Far Lords crossed the Path of Stars, they unknowingly brought with them a stowaway. Was he a minor courtier, desiring something greater? The shadow of some forgotten god, wanting another try? A spirit from the great void, eager for the warmth of a living world? He doesn’t say, and even if he did, you shouldn’t trust him. He is Zante, God-Thief, and lies serve him well.
When the Far Lords came upon a verdant land, they created servants, so as to have a court befitting their divine station. Envious, Zante snuck upon Uhr-Solvah, and stole from the sleeping Lord of Beasts two breaths of life. And in their own great hall, he set to work, building himself a body. From wood, he carved bones. He gave it organs of leaves, muscles of vines, and skin of bark. Finally, he took two black stones, and turned them into eyes. And at last, he breathed life into his creation. But it was not strong enough. So he hid it, and fled.
When the Far Lords were next away, he was ready. He had gathered the mightiest wood, and the finest vines, and two stones that glittered like ambers. He returned, and made a new body, and it was perfect. As he stood, the second breath in hand, he looked up to see a pair of black eyes looking back at him. For his first creation was not strong, but it had his cunning, and it eluded the Far Lords for so long. And Zante took pity on it. Hiding his new body, he gave the breath to his creation. He led it out of the hall and to safety where, with the breath, he helped it make children. So became the Taar.
When the Far Lords learned of the usurpers, Uhr-Solvah was furious, and he set his court upon them. But the Taar were cunning and swift, and they made tools and weapons, and they survived. Zante watched them from the shadows, and guided them with trickery and advice. He felt proud, and not once he felt regret.
When the Far Lords became aware of the great war beyond the vast seas, Zante saw danger, and opportunity. As gods clash and gods die, there is power left unwatched. Power enough to finally complete his second body. A violent, warlike power, the kind he needs to protect his people… if one has the cunning to take it. And who does, if not the God-Thief?
20 July 2014 ⁄⁄⁄ 1 note ⁄⁄⁄ #Zante #Far Lords #Taar