Hermaeus Mora has found his way in.
He is secret, and needs not tags.
Offer him comments, spread him with reblogs and praise him with likes.
I felt like drawing tentacles, and he just appeared on the paper.
Quick question for the Dr Who fandom here, but I need to give context.
I'm making 3 polymer clay daleks (2005 design). 1 is almost done, another will also be a drone. But I'd like a Supreme to boss them around and I'm stuck on colours.
So I'm asking Tumblr to know: which Dalek Supreme / other leader rank has the best colours?
Classic black:
Revival red:
Purple time controller:
New Paradigm white:
Please note that this is likely just the colours I will use. The time controller would likely get rings, the red version would probably get the butresses and both all versions would be rocking the modern eyes and standard lights but besides that, I'll just be adding colours to the 2005 drone.
This is it, the best news story (from BBC news):
this image is so endearing to me,, like,,
Rare confirmation? Wow.
Does anyone has a theory/analysis on why Hea is the only one(?) who's got the hands like that above her head, almost like a crown?
For reference, here's Hea, and here's some examples that don't have the hands like that
I'm making a pmv and it just hit me now that she seems to be the only one who got the hands in that weird shape
i feel like there has to be some obvious metaphor or meaning hidden but i really can't tell what rn lol
Imo it either looks like a crown, or a star. I think it's meant to be a crown? But I prefer the idea that it's meant to be a star xP Because then it might mean that she was terrified of the fire going out, unaware/afraid to see that she can shine just as bright by herself (metaphorically, we're not in the burned grey lmao), and that she never needed the flames on the walls
Or maybe it's meant to look like the Prisoner's crown? That's the very first thing that came to my mind honestly, but i do prefer the star idea >v<
It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
I got nothing.
First family dinner back in Ithaca
Penelope: Want some pork for dinner, Darling?
Odysseus (gagging): No, Beloved. I don't think I'll ever look at a pig the same way.
Telemachus: Ooh! Dad, how about some bee-
Odysseus (terrified): No! Don't even finish that suggestion! (Whispering) He'll hear you.
(Penelope and Telemachus look at one another with concern)
Penelope: Well, we also have some fish.
Odysseus: Perfect!
(Odysseus proceeds to stab it as violently as possible)
Telemachus:...Mom, was he like this before or...?
Penelope (swooning): No, but I'm into it.
No copypasta has ever ruined my life as comprehensively as Hell Fuck Castle. I write tabletop RPGs, and now every time I read a lore blurb about an ancient ruined kingdom where everything was cool until the last ruler fucked it up, my brain whispers "King Big Sad Guy, who did the Flame Thing".
Amazing analysis.
I think the voice of the cold intrests me as a character so much because he's such a real and visceral response to their circumstances. Which is true for all the voices and each is intriguing to dig into in a different way, but this post is about cold the others will get their turn (probably)
Imagine with me, for a second, you've only just learned what it means to exist and you've already been discarded.
You've done everything you were told without question. This is your purposes and you were promised Good at the end of it and you do it and you do it well. Your guide, and authority figure you should be able to trust who is seemingly so much more experienced in this world than you even seems happy with you. You must be doing it right
Then you're abandoned. The only Good for you is an eternity of nothing. The only way you can be Good is to hurt others and to not exist at all.
Wouldn't that leave you empty? Hurt, clawing for something, anything to fill that void. You had Purpose and it turned out to mean nothing, you had a vague promise of Good and it turned out to be nothing.
You can't be Good, can't fulfil that Purpose when all of it means nothing, when you've been lied to and led to be locked in a box for the rest of time. And rather than feel that hurt, you claw it out of yourself with your own two hands, and the same implement you'd used to fulfil your Purpose.
All he wants is that Good he was promised, and to him that's the opposite of that box. It's the opposite of Nothing. It doesn't matter if it hurts him, if it hurts somebody else, if it feels good or feels bad, he just craves something that will make him feel. That will make everything worth it in the end, that will free him from the monotony and inherent stagnation of the situation he's in. What use does he have for morality in pursuit of this? What use is morality in this situation anyway? Where everything is being presented with such grand consequences, where everything is both right and wrong, where these consequences never seem to quite stick for him regardless? So he simply encourages action, in whatever form that may take.
Because it's so much more intresting if it's an active choice. Something is always better than that empty cabin surrounded by nothingness all around he's subconsciously running from. Because cold is most aware of their godly nature, and so is most aware of whats always missing no matter what they do. Who tries to fill that emptiness, first with Purpose then with Action.
For a voice that claims to feel nothing at all a lot of his drive is purely emotional. He wants to be intrested, he wants to be engaged, he wants to feel something even if it hurts. He wants to feel connection to this body the same way the other voices do, and yet criticises them for feeling in that way.
At the core of it all, he wants back what he's lost. And by his very nature he cannot have it.