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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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6 yrs ago
Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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6 yrs ago
Seeing actual bushfire footage looks straight out of Hell... It moves so quickly and so powerfully, literally the trees just ignite. You firefighters are absolute legends, but please, don't die.
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6 yrs ago
HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FUTURE! LOVE, AUSTRALIA
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7 yrs ago
Today ain't Christmas, it's garbage day!
Bio
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T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D
You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side;
D E L T A 4 4
together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world.
F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M
Just you...
S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N
and me.
Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
I'm a roleplayer, same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, that particular tactic fucking failed. Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is Chrom x Robin (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?" "Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."
"So I heard."
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever. Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms. Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. Another with too many dimensions. Another with not enough. Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn to survive. Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion. And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution. An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness. And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
The world around her was grey. Particles dotted her vision and the world around her with a neon green sheen. Everything looked so familiar, so... breathtaking! So...
... dead...
Chernobyl. The home before she had a home. It was a place of memory before memory.
And it held her mother's resting grave...
The Geiger counter in her hand emitted a constant buzz of activity. A reminder of the fate which had befallen the abandoned city - this ghost town. The Ferris wheel, the apartment complex', the church... ... the power plant...
She could feel herself choking as the radiation began to consume her. She could feel her lungs beginning to collapse and burn as her skin fried and tore atom by atom. Despite her pleas and cries for safe haven, for her mother, and for the sickness to go away, time ticked onward. It always ticked onward. And as time ticked, things got worse. Everything began to grow dark. It was getting more and more difficult to breath. Her mind was fading, crumbling to pieces, and her senses were starting to dwindle.
Life draining, death breathing down her neck with that toxic nuclear breath, Elvira could issue but a single prayer...
"Please, mother... Save me..."
Elvira awoke in a cold sweat. The room dark, blurred, and apparently moving, she almost got up and screamed before realising she was just experiencing the after-effects of a horrible nightmare. "мудак!" She exclaimed, panting heavily as her nerves began to cool. The movement of the room began to slow as her eyes adjusted to the absence of light, and she fiddled with her glasses to get a proper reading of the room:
Apartment building. Bedroom, hers. Small, with a desk and a bed, plus a bookcase. Her things were still in disarray, boxes piled up in the corner by the door, and her entire room a mess of papers and random assortments of bedroom goods. Her digital clock ticked away ever so obnoxiously...
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.
She was gonna sock the tock out of the clock if this kept up. Her breathing had, at last, reverted to a calm enough state, and she had the mental capacity to check the time.
"Just short of eleven, huh...? дерьмо."
It was far too early for Elvira to be waking up, especially with what she had to do tomorrow. Tomorrow was Monday, and Monday meant eternal pain and suffering as the week would then begin again. And another week's worth of black coffee. She sat back in her bed and sighed, the nightmare still lingering in her mind, despite her best efforts to block it out. She wanted to go to sleep, but at this rate, it would become impossible to do so. She could just tell her mind was tormenting her, sabotaging the success rate of even waking up tomorrow morning.
However, Elvira had a counter-plan.
It had been awhile since she'd last been out for a drink...
Some time later...
"I need a bottle of vodka and a bottle of rum. No shots - I need something... bigger." She smirked at the bartender and flashed him her ID, and he nodded in understanding.
"You sure?" He quizzed back simply, though Elvira's smile and money was more than enough to convince him. "It better not be all for-"
"Сэр, если у вас есть проблемы, пожалуйста, поцеловать меня в задницу." Her Russian seemed to get through to the bartender. Regardless of whether or not he spoke Russian, he had a feeling he understood what was being said, and simply handed her the two bottles. "Just make sure you don't drown."
The woman giggled and eagerly uncorked the seal like a child unwrapping a present. As much as she liked vodka, she needed the dry stuff first. A simple swig had her downing at least a fifth of the thing, and the alcohol hit her like a brick. Of course, that was the point, but she didn't want to be throwing up before she got home. She needed to knock herself out with the stuff, not kill herself! It might've occurred to some of the other patrons of the Cornerstone that this individual in question was... rather unique. After all, it wasn't often one saw someone dressed in their lab coat visiting a bar, save for that one scientist on that one TV show that everyone was watching nowadays (which Elvira had gotten hooked on).
... Then again, it wasn't everyday you see a novelist at a bar, either...
... though sex-loving cam-girls were definitely popular among those that frequented the night saloon.
@PlatinumSkink Well, I did mention she didn't like to socialise a few lines above ;) And you know how there are people who are just born to be enemies? I feel like that's going to be Claire and Ren XD
Also i don't mind either way, though the big bulk would probably be the easier action ^-^
This character is owned by Lovely Anastasia, Narcotic Dollie, and myself. Because you know, DereDere?
Kaitlynn Connor
She actually has several streaks of dark red hair among her golden blonde. She's naturally a red head but dyed it because she wanted to be more like her favourite seven foot teddy bear. It also goes by the name of Ashton.
Age:21
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 71kg
Party Trick: "Hrmm... Want me to punch a hole in that wall over there? ... Hah! Got'cha! I mean I could always do it, but you know, I'm poor. Put me up against anyone in arm wrestling and I'll knock 'em down like, uhh... somethin'! Orrrrrr alternatively I can list off who would make the best couples outta ya'll!"
Profession: Kaitlyn stalked followed her personal celebrity into becoming a firefighter, and is also the leader of the "Ashton is Mai Waifu" fanclub, though that's much less a profession as it is just plain disturbing...
Likes:Ashton Griffone, her pet puppy "Firedog Sam", being an awesome firefighter, muscles, her pet punching bag "Brick", honey and iced tea, Ashton again, good company, zen, horrible puns, a good drink, SANDVHICHES, her smutty fanfiction of Ash, and SFIR. Specifically Fang, a character which looks a lot like her. Also various forms of media she can create a fanfiction about, including reality. She has written an AWFUL lot of fanfiction.
Is it good? The short answer is no. The long answer is also no. It is dirty sin, however she blatantly ignores the rightful haters.
Also anything Ashton likes, she likes.
Dislikes:Not having Ashton Griffone, "breaking brick", when people don't truly appreciate her puns, when people don't truly appreciate her fanfics, when people don't truly appreciate her muscles, when people don't truly appreciate anything she does.
She gives herself too much credit. A LOT more than one should be giving themselves a majority of the time.
Also anything Ash may not like. Like spicy food!
Personality/Bio:
Kaitlynn is a very bubbly person, always up for a nice cup of pleasantries and mannerisms. However, she is also quite the tomboy and tough chick, and adjusts between the two depending on the company. Raised as half country bumpkin, half city rich kid, Kaitlynn saw the best of both worlds. Educated, but talented; strong, but wise; this chick learned how to fight the haters on their own terms and win. She was stronger than the competition in the country, and smarter than those from the city. When they challenged her to do the opposite, she simply ripped her opposition to pieces. She was an untouchable force of nature, and had quite the fanclub in both the countryside and cityside of Arizona. She was loving life, and apparently it loved her back too.
Then came college...
... and then came the fun!
Though her strength still remained, her intelligence... well, she did some things her cityside parent wouldn't have really approved. Regardless, her bumpkin heritage encouraged her to go out and experience new things, and to live a life of adventure!
So, she went to Shine City: the one place where good people, great alcohol, the best parties, and freedom could beat that of America. Naturally she was addicted to the place pretty quickly, though perhaps not in the best of ways...
One night, she was out partying late with some friends. They were all smashed off their face and were all doing some very stupid things. One such thing was Kaitlynn climbing to the top of the highest tree in the park, to prove to her dumb friends that she wasn't heavy enough to weigh it down. Needless to say, she got stuck, and her friends were nice enough to leave her up there.
Drunk.
And drugged.
Thankfully, her phone signaled forth a savior, and she was rescued by the hottest guy possible. Although silent, this boy expressed his words through the action of saving her drunk and dodgy ass, and just like that, she feel in love. Of course it took her awhile to find the pretty boy again, though considering he was seven foot, it wasn't exactly the hardest thing in the world. She wanted to do what he did - she aspired to become like him, and to become someone better. So, she studied rigorously for a year at the Academy, racing through her first aid and medical course in a blitz, Hell bent on joining the same profession as her love. She even tried to slow down on the partying, drugs and drinks, though only the drugs thus far have been completely left behind.
... Mostly.
Regardless, she expressed her interest in joining the local fire station openly, and has only recently become a fire fighter there. Though inexperienced, she'll do her damn best to better herself for her man. She will continue striving and improving herself for him, until she is as good as perfection. After all, she wanted to be with him; she wanted to impress him; she wanted to be with her savior, and she hoped, oh how she hoped...
... that Ashton Griffone would become her husband.
But yeah, I know how you feel XD I need to get an introductory post up, still! Somehow I think I'll be staffing this Shine City more than I'll be playing, which I don't really mind because ya'll are some funny motherfuckers XD
Ren kept unnaturally still as Erika took a seat beside her. She didn't want to be in the company of another person, but she had a feeling this girl might not want to leave her be, either. Then again, they were all going to be getting their Pokemon soon. At the very least she could speak to one of the trainers present. She had a feeling she'd end up possibly meeting them on their travels, and in that regard, it was useful to be able to put names to faces in case there was need for favours.
"I'm Erika! And yes! I just got here from Cooldome this morning."
Her gaze was focused solely on Erika, or at least that's what her eyes said. She'd connected the name to the face. Unmoving. Unwavering. Just staring, and listening intently, as though her life depended on it. Rather ominous, but to her it was just how she could speak to others. Multiple conversations at once gave her a headache.
"Hey, Ren! The names Claire! And can I just say that you look fabulous? In a 'I'm a spooky scary ghost' sort of way?"
Speaking of headaches...
Workout Girl had made her presence obnoxiously known. Although she had introduced herself as Claire, she would forever be known as Workout Girl, unless Ren was feeling especially nice. "Oh, it's you." Her gaze shifted from Erika to Claire, emerald green eyes now focusing solely on the red-haired fashionista. Her tone wasn't exactly the friendliest, even if it was unintentional. "If I may be so bold, interrupting a conversation between two people is rather mean-spirited, is it not?" Though her question was rhetorical, she insisted on proving her point before Claire could interject. "I am a foreigner, so I'm not exactly perfect when it comes to exchanging conversations between multiple people. That being said, I am Ren. I will do my best to make the conversation work."
Her gaze returns to Erika. "I have never heard of Cooldome City, since I haven't ventured the region nor learned much of it's history, as I stem from Offshore Island. I wouldn't suppose it houses many ice type Pokemon?" She asks, her attention then swiftly diverting to Claire. "And you, Miss Claire? I don't suppose you live around here, either...? Which Pokemon do you seek for your journey?"
This was going to be a looooooooooooong conversation...
She actually has several streaks of dark red hair among her golden blonde. She's naturally a red head but dyed it because she wanted to be more like her favourite seven foot teddy bear. It also goes by the name of Ashton.
Age:21
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 71kg
Party Trick: "Hrmm... Want me to punch a hole in that wall over there? ... Hah! Got'cha! I mean I could always do it, but you know, I'm poor. Put me up against anyone in arm wrestling and I'll knock 'em down like, uhh... somethin'! Orrrrrr alternatively I can list off who would make the best couples outta ya'll!"
Profession: Kaitlyn stalked followed her personal celebrity into becoming a firefighter, and is also the leader of the "Ashton is Mai Waifu" fanclub, though that's much less a profession as it is just plain disturbing...
Likes:Ashton Griffone, her pet puppy "Firedog Sam", being an awesome firefighter, muscles, her pet punching bag "Brick", honey and iced tea, Ashton again, good company, zen, horrible puns, a good drink, SANDVHICHES, her smutty fanfiction of Ash, and SFIR. Specifically Fang, a character which looks a lot like her. Also various forms of media she can create a fanfiction about, including reality. She has written an AWFUL lot of fanfiction.
Is it good? The short answer is no. The long answer is also no. It is dirty sin, however she blatantly ignores the rightful haters.
Also anything Ashton likes, she likes.
Dislikes:Not having Ashton Griffone, "breaking brick", when people don't truly appreciate her puns, when people don't truly appreciate her fanfics, when people don't truly appreciate her muscles, when people don't truly appreciate anything she does.
She gives herself too much credit. A LOT more than one should be giving themselves a majority of the time.
Also anything Ash may not like. Like spicy food!
Personality/Bio:
Kaitlynn is a very bubbly person, always up for a nice cup of pleasantries and mannerisms. However, she is also quite the tomboy and tough chick, and adjusts between the two depending on the company. Raised as half country bumpkin, half city rich kid, Kaitlynn saw the best of both worlds. Educated, but talented; strong, but wise; this chick learned how to fight the haters on their own terms and win. She was stronger than the competition in the country, and smarter than those from the city. When they challenged her to do the opposite, she simply ripped her opposition to pieces. She was an untouchable force of nature, and had quite the fanclub in both the countryside and cityside of Arizona. She was loving life, and apparently it loved her back too.
Then came college...
... and then came the fun!
Though her strength still remained, her intelligence... well, she did some things her cityside parent wouldn't have really approved. Regardless, her bumpkin heritage encouraged her to go out and experience new things, and to live a life of adventure!
So, she went to Shine City: the one place where good people, great alcohol, the best parties, and freedom could beat that of America. Naturally she was addicted to the place pretty quickly, though perhaps not in the best of ways...
One night, she was out partying late with some friends. They were all smashed off their face and were all doing some very stupid things. One such thing was Kaitlynn climbing to the top of the highest tree in the park, to prove to her dumb friends that she wasn't heavy enough to weigh it down. Needless to say, she got stuck, and her friends were nice enough to leave her up there.
Drunk.
And drugged.
Thankfully, her phone signaled forth a savior, and she was rescued by the hottest guy possible. Although silent, this boy expressed his words through the action of saving her drunk and dodgy ass, and just like that, she feel in love. Of course it took her awhile to find the pretty boy again, though considering he was seven foot, it wasn't exactly the hardest thing in the world. She wanted to do what he did - she aspired to become like him, and to become someone better. So, she studied rigorously for a year at the Academy, racing through her first aid and medical course in a blitz, Hell bent on joining the same profession as her love. She even tried to slow down on the partying, drugs and drinks, though only the drugs thus far have been completely left behind.
... Mostly.
Regardless, she expressed her interest in joining the local fire station openly, and has only recently become a fire fighter there. Though inexperienced, she'll do her damn best to better herself for her man. She will continue striving and improving herself for him, until she is as good as perfection. After all, she wanted to be with him; she wanted to impress him; she wanted to be with her savior, and she hoped, oh how she hoped...
... that Ashton Griffone would become her husband.
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[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]You are the wind at my back[/color] and the sword at my side;[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] D E L T A 4 4 [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]together, my love,[/color] we shall build a peaceful world.[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]Just you...[/color][/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub]and me.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
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[row][cell][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][right][sub]Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
[color=purple]I'm a roleplayer,[/color] same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, [color=purple][i]that particular tactic fucking failed.[/i][/color]
Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is [color=darkblue]Chrom[/color] [color=pink]x[/color] [color=purple]Robin[/color] (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: [color=darkblue]Awakening.[/color] Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7]Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project[/url] has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
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[right][color=darkblue][sub]"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"[/sub][/color]
[color=purple][sub]"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."[/sub][/color][/right][hr][table]
[row][cell][color=darkblue][sub]"So I heard."
[/sub][/color][/cell][cell][center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][right][sub][color=purple]"There are better places
to take a nap than
on the ground, you know."
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There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea.
Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.
Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.
Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see.
Another with too many dimensions.
Another with not enough.
Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn
to survive.
Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.
And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.
An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.
And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in.
It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
~Exurb1a[/hider]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fr/1/1b/Fire_Emblem_Awakening_Logo.png" /><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ffb347">◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈</font></div></div><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D </span></font></sub></div></div></th><th class="bb-th"><sub><font color="darkblue">You are the wind at my back</font> and the sword at my side;</sub></th></tr></thead><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> D E L T A 4 4 				 	 </span></font></sub></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">together, my love,</font> we shall build a peaceful world.</sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M </span></font></sub></div></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">Just you...</font></sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N	 </span></font></sub></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub>and me.</sub></td></tr></table></div><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub>Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right? <br><br><font color="purple">I'm a roleplayer,</font> same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:<br><br>Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!<br><br>As you can see, <font color="purple"><span class="bb-i">that particular tactic fucking failed.</span></font><br>Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is <font color="darkblue">Chrom</font> <font color="pink">x</font> <font color="purple">Robin</font> (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: <font color="darkblue">Awakening.</font> Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?<br><br>Speaking of loonies, the <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7">Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project</a> has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.<br>	<br><br>	<br>	</sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><br><img src="https://alynerd.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/tumblr_nvrmdwbdkf1ruyji8o1_1280.jpg?w=840" /><br><br><div class="bb-right"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"</sub></font><br><font color="purple"><sub>"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."</sub></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"So I heard."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</sub></font></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg" /></div></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub><font color="purple">"There are better places<br>to take a nap than <br>on the ground, you know."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</font></sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Hymn For Goldilocks">A Hymn For Goldilocks [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://static.tumblr.com/b572f57912d8b5345269f9dc72e04359/yveunmd/zEwn8f4ke/tumblr_static_4fc6jqggm90kg048ok0kkw0ww_640_v2.jpg" /></div><br><br>There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.<br><br>There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. <br>Goodbye Octopi.<br><br>There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. <br><br>And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.<br>Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.<br><br>There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.<br>Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. <br>Another with too many dimensions.<br>Another with not enough.<br>Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn<br>to survive.<br>Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.<br>And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.<br>An atlas of dead-ends.<br><br>Then again, there is one exception.<br><br>There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.<br>And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. <br>It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.<br><br>~Exurb1a</div></div></div>
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