fuck this
hey @the-familiars-union can i join you
You’re all probably wondering why I’ve gathered you all here…
It has come to my attention that I have too many apprentices (followers). The doors have been locked, all your magic has been sealed, and there is only one way out.
In order to leave, you must kill at least one other person here. You might be wondering “how? You just said we can’t use magic.” Well, fist fight. There’s also some weapons scattered around this enormous room.
Have fun!
imagine if the oceans were replaced by forests and if you went into the forest the trees would get taller the deeper you went and there’d be thousands of undiscovered species and you could effectively walk across the ocean but the deeper you went, the darker it would be and the animals would get progressively scarier and more dangerous and instead of whales there’d be giant deer and just wow
i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.
i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……
southern europe is burning.
my country is burning.
people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.
yesterday my country had 300 active fires.
people are losing EVERYTHING they own.
i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.
and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish.
i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately.
but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?
again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves:
An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete
Torneros de Jamuz, Spain
Duca, Croatia
A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste
Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios
Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.
Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece
Portugal
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A game for 3–5 players, plus optional GM
Edited 2021-08-15: Modified how the Commander role works – thanks to @we-arerevolutionary for the suggestions. Check the linked PDF in the “What You’ll Need” section if you’re still seeing the old role summary in the image above.
You’re the galaxy’s most famous bounty hunter, but nobody knows your real name, or what your real voice sounds like. In fact, you’ve never taken your helmet off in public, at least as far as anybody knows!
The interstellar tabloids have accused any number of public figures of secretly being you. They are, of course, all wrong. The real reason you never remove your helmet is that you’re actually a bunch of space gerbils operating a human-size mech suit.
You‘re very keen on not letting this get out.
(Special thanks to Caro Asercion, whose cyberpunk micro-RPG Dwindle inspired this game’s core mechanics. At the time of this posting, Dwindle is available as part of Nonbinary TTRPG Month’s Designers of Color bundle on itch.io – go check it out!)
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okay so now i gotta reread “There is no Antimemetics Division” while falling asleep
Got to see SCP-3125 last night, and you know what they say about meeting your heroes.
ok so @lewd-plants doesnt have a submission box and this was way too long to send in an ask, but i got inspired and created a full pantheon of what im calling “Human Thought” deities. I didn’t make the names based on US government agencies b/c i didnt want to look them all up lol. O’sha and Epa became either regional names for major pantheon members or minor deities. I kept all the descriptions short because jeez there’s a lot. Feel free to expand them, or add more members to the pantheon!! JUST LET ME KNOW I WANNA SEE THEM TOO!!!!!
First, there was Rogess (Progress). She is the spirit of humanities need to move forward, and she was created with the first idea. She is accompanied by two birds, the Raven Bacloo (Looks Back) and the Owl Inven (Invention) given to her by her mother Nesec (Necessity), in order to help her with her duties. The Raven is eager and cunning, and looks forward create a better future. The Owl is cautious and wise, and seeks to understand the lesson of the past to avoid their mistakes. The Owl and the Raven are both extensions of Rogess, and Rogess’s children are, in turn, extensions of them.
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What if it turns out that humans have actually adapted to something the Hilammu can’t survive and humans now use that as a symbol of pride like maybe no species besides humans can have orange juice because of its specific chemical combination
Also what if tartigrades become the animals of humanity
[This idea has been rattling in my brain and I had to share it.]
I know we all love the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept… but imagine, onboard the new ship they’ve been assigned to, the human meets an actual space orc. A massive monster… fangs and tusks and scars and a battle-hardened stare, looming over all the other life forms on the ship in its thick indestructible armour it refuses to remove. It barely drinks, it doesn’t need sleep, its massive shoulders are heavy with the terrible things it has experienced. Compared to the squishy & delicate human body, this thing is a walking tank.
… Except instead of hating/ignoring one another, the human and the monster start bonding over both coming from death planets. The human is excited to find a life form who doesn’t quiver with fear at the vague description of a jellyfish and the monster is ecstatic to meet someone who understands the feeling of being bitten by a qua’lem (cats are pretty close). They sit together and compare dangerous animals and locations as the other aliens look on in confusion and fear… oh, you also have dense jungles of deadly hidden predators, boiling acid lakes, tamed predatory killers, and areas with horrendously high and low temperatures? Sick!!
It doesn’t take long before the two of them become totally inseparable. The human loves not feeling like some kind of crazy outsider and the monster is overjoyed they’ve finally found an equal in this unkillable marshmallow.
Monster: When I was a youngling, a grol-lik stung straight through my armour. The pain lasted for approximately 16 human hours. Human: Oh yeah man, I get that. As a kid I got a wasp stuck in my shirt. It stung me like four times, it was awful, and all my cousins just laughed at me… Monster: [using their arm screen to research human courting methods] I see.
Woah
You’re the most recognised and internationally praised superhero, but you don’t fight any crime. Instead, you use your powers over stone and metal to repair the damage caused by the catastrophic fights other heroes get into.