// JRWI The Suckening spoilers
I have always preferred Cain.
His angry loneliness,
his lack of mother’s love,
his Christian sarcasm,
"Am I my brother’s keeper?”
Asks his brother’s murderer.
Aren’t we indeed
The keepers of our dead?
poem is by Valzhyna Mort, from Music for the Dead and Resurrected: Poems; “Genesis”
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THE MAN, THE LEGEND, THE WETTEST CAT ON THE QSMP- Quackity!
hope you like this character design!!
I wanted to add some elements from c!quackity las nevadas era elements in the design because that Minecraft skin was PEAK!
I will try to do one character a day until... i get bored i guess lmao
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qsmp slimecicle- Nine of Swords
Nine of Swords
(upright): Fear, anxiety, panic, negativity, intense dissatisfaction, stress, burden, overwhelmed, at breaking point
(Reversed):Recovery, improvement, letting go of stress and negativity, coping skills, facing life, being open to aid, inner conflict
details :D
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I Knew You When by @dragoonhooman, pinch written by @theblacktiecacti
"--But if poetry is next week, how come you, the best poem I’ve ever read, has been with me for years. You have a radical singing voice, and I could write millions, billions of songs about how you laugh.”
Kian plays a short riff, tipping his head upwards as if to inhale the music. "Music, the source of emotion, of strength, of love. May it give me courage. Jesus Christ, Rebecca Jones, I love you.”
He plays a riff again, this one larger, stretching up to the sky above him. He keeps his eyes fixed on the ceiling, breathing heavily.
A beat passes. Then two.
“Oh, Kian,” Rand sings, voice purposely high. He clasps his hands together, gasping softly. “I love you too! You’re so hot and handsome and hot. That was so romantic. We should make out and—” Rand cuts himself off as he starts obnoxiously making kissing noises, causing Rachel to burst out in laughter.
“That was really good, man,” chimes in Rolan, ever the calmer one in the party. “I particularly like the part about poetry. It was very, very charming. And, uh, poetic. I’m sure she's going to love it.”
Or...It's easy to forget, after all that's happened, that they were kids once too.
art by @handbarfs, @atomicraft, @zroqravity, and @gilliontidestridertits
beta’d by @wizard-time
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I Knew You When by @dragoonhooman, pinch written by @theblacktiecacti
"--But if poetry is next week, how come you, the best poem I’ve ever read, has been with me for years. You have a radical singing voice, and I could write millions, billions of songs about how you laugh.”
Kian plays a short riff, tipping his head upwards as if to inhale the music. "Music, the source of emotion, of strength, of love. May it give me courage. Jesus Christ, Rebecca Jones, I love you.”
He plays a riff again, this one larger, stretching up to the sky above him. He keeps his eyes fixed on the ceiling, breathing heavily.
A beat passes. Then two.
“Oh, Kian,” Rand sings, voice purposely high. He clasps his hands together, gasping softly. “I love you too! You’re so hot and handsome and hot. That was so romantic. We should make out and—” Rand cuts himself off as he starts obnoxiously making kissing noises, causing Rachel to burst out in laughter.
“That was really good, man,” chimes in Rolan, ever the calmer one in the party. “I particularly like the part about poetry. It was very, very charming. And, uh, poetic. I’m sure she's going to love it.”
Or...It's easy to forget, after all that's happened, that they were kids once too.
art by @handbarfs, @atomicraft, @zroqravity, and @gilliontidestridertits
beta’d by @wizard-time
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