Bitches be cray.
Or, the more elaborate version from my mother:
“Women are evil and men are pigs. Can they be good people? Of course. But women are evil and men are pigs, end of discussion.”
Redrawing a redrawn thing.
Lae Lykaios Lear.
Fae of Gloaming. Barguest.
via AAA Native Arts
((doubly valid ‘cause I have an actual poster of this up in my room, it’s lovely~))
A HEADCANNON ON PHOENIXES.
Phoenixes are said to go through the endless cycle of death and rebirth via their spontaneous combustion into ashes, and subsequent raising. The WoW RPG lists them as predators of the Elemental Plane, while usages in the Warcraft series have suggested them to be the result of spellwork. However we also have Al’ar, the supposed “Phoenix God.”
Now this raises a question, at least for me. With this endless cycle of death and rebirth, how, if in any way, does a phoenix procreate? Or are all the phoenixes the very same ones that have always existed.
From a phoenix’s ashes, another one rises, but with Cataclysm we saw the addition of the dark phoenix. Now before you go /sighing at me because “Ohgodadarksuchandsuchhowunoriginal”
Hang on. I’ve got this.
The dark phoenix raises from the shadows of the dead phoenix. New phoenix? Not necessarily. Here’s what I’ve been playing it off as: when the phoenix bursts into ashes, its soul, the shadows of its being, raise as the dark phoenix, while the ashes left behind become the new one. Procreation.
When said dark phoenix dies? Bam. That’s it, sent to the hereafter.
OR, more likely, because they are supposedly elemental beings, they return to the plane from which they came to eventually manifest once more. (I.e. Elemental Lords etc.)
I’ve never seen a whole lot of lore regarding these, perhaps the most important symbol of the Sin’dorei people. The idea that there exists not only this radiant symbol of eternity, but also a darker symbol of sacrifice and eventual ruin (In my humble opinion) sits well with the blood elf society’s duality regardless.
That’s my headcannon and I’m stickin’ to it.
why must we play god
<Insert X-Box One joke here>
Imagine your icon across the room, rubbing their nipples and grinning at you.
…He doesn’t have any…Wat.
sonder - n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own…
More than any other, this particular definition seems to have struck a chord with people—even if they don’t know I made up the word. I’ve even watched it start to dip its toe into the lexicon as a real word, at least in some circles.
Anyway, when I’m not inventing dictionary definitions I’m a freelance video maker and graphic designer, so I decided to expand the definition into a short video. Written, directed, edited and narrated by me. Enjoy.
Music: “Campfire” by Jon Hopkins from Monsters OST