mthology:

Blood on the Bluegrass - a southern gothic mix

i. bad moon rising - creedence clearwater revival | ii. when the levee breaks - led zeppelin | iii. blood on the bluegrass - th’ legendary shack shakers | iv. the night that the lights went out in georgia - reba mcentire | v. bad ritual - timber timbre | vi. house of the rising sun - the animals | vii. black water - timber timbre | viii. big river - the secret sisters ft. jack white | ix. jagadamba, you might - first aid kit | x. suzie q - creedence clearwater revival | xi. kill! kill! kill! - the pierces | xii. calamity song - the decemberists | xiii. raise hell - brandi carlile | xiv. in our talons - bowerbirds | xv. (if) you want trouble - nick waterhouse | xvi. god’s gonna cut you down - johnny cash

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Soothawesomedigitalart:

Soothsayer by Stephen-0akley

Amir holds a flaming sword to the creature’s head. The others gather behind him.
Myr: What do we do? 
Hope: Maybe run?
Myr: I wasn’t asking you.
Amr: Calm, I’ve faced worse than this.
Hope: We haven’t.
The lich begins to emit an eldrich groaning.

Soothawesomedigitalart:

Soothsayer by Stephen-0akley

Amir holds a flaming sword to the creature’s head. The others gather behind him.

Myr: What do we do? 

Hope: Maybe run?

Myr: I wasn’t asking you.

Amr: Calm, I’ve faced worse than this.

Hope: We haven’t.

The lich begins to emit an eldrich groaning.

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evocativesynthesis:

unexpected light :: Austria IV

Amir conjours a fire, a few yards from the riverside. 

Myr: So… what should we do?

Amir shrugs.

Myr: No, we should all have jobs to do. Get the campsite sorted.

Silt: It isn’t really a campsite at the moment… really sort of a patch. Not complaining, just-

Myr: Right, so help move some of these rocks ‘n stuff. 

Silt salutes cheerily. 

Myr: Amy, could you look in the carpetbag, find the quilts and things?

Hope: Sure.

Amy gives a warm smile.

Amr: Looks like you’ve got this, pretty much. 

Myrddin looks bashful. 

Myr: You want to come help me fish?

Amir stares in placid puzzlement.

Myr: Y’know, fishing…?

Myrddin makes a fishing gesture. Amir raises an eyebrow. 

Myr: Erm, poach for river-monsters. For dinner. 

Amr: Yes. That makes sense.

—————————————————————————-

It is darker now. Amir sits, staring into the flame. Amy is curled asleep on a patterned blanket. Nearby Silt and Myrddin lay, looking up at the sky.

Myr: Why d’you think there are islands in the sky?

Silt: Why are there monsters in the river? Or wizards? Why anything… this place is just different. 

Myr: But, gravity.

Silt: 'Dream world'. They call it that for a reason, there are no rules.

Myr: Sure there are, or it would just be a hot mess. Things still fall, still stick together. Water’s wet, air is air. It makes just enough sense to keep you alive, and then… 

Myrddin gestures skyward. Great stony islands float above. 

Silt: Maybe there’s sort of… guidelines.

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thetardis-is-acylonraider:

vodkagrace:

ericscissorhands:

"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."

this is the raddest thing i’ve seen in a while tbh

#Badass Broads

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Anime Gene: This is the Tech Guy, he’s- wait, don’t move, stay right there- you’re covering his blackboard a just the right angle- now if he could maybe scribble a couple of equations on the side of your shirt? Just a second, don’t move…
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Anime Gene: This is the Tech Guy, he’s- wait, don’t move, stay right there- you’re covering his blackboard a just the right angle- now if he could maybe scribble a couple of equations on the side of your shirt? Just a second, don’t move

Source: www.rinmarugames.com