One day, a light flickered inside me.
It was a white radiance, cooler than a candle or a star, yet a consuming fire all the same.
It was a part of me, that was always veiled but ignited, like the birth of a sun.
It signed my heart, burning a hole in my flesh that felt like a blank white, a bone-coloured void.
I looked around, then across the land, then across the world, then across the cosmos, for what it could be,
I looked in the flesh and its pleasure, and I didn't fi...
2018-02-03 17:35:09 +0000 UTC
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12 million years from now, the world's apex predator is a rather unusual one. A bird, the texixilihua is an almost exclusively aerial animal, spending most of its life on the wing aside nesting. It is the world's largest flying bird, bearing a wingspan of twenty meters. In the rather moments it is grounded, it launches by rotating its wings furiously, creating a vortex that allows for rapid launching. This is derived from its unique wing structure: only the finger supports the wing feather...
2018-01-14 13:18:59 +0000 UTC
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Just a recommendations list for people who want things like an unfrozen Antartida, unsunken Zealandia, brand new gondwanna derived/continent island (i.e. Lemuria).
Here's a list of potential candidates. All "classical" gondwannan taxa, found in the late Cretaceous and earliest Cenozoic.
Mammals
Atlantogenatans
- Afrotheres
- Xenarthrans
Laurasiatheres
- Meridiungulates
- Solenodontidae
- Nesophontidae
Bats...
2018-01-07 22:43:21 +0000 UTC
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Having just watched Ferdinand, I think it’s reasonably okay. It didn’t betray the book’s original message (unlike virtually every other Blue Sky Studios adaptation has), it actually only has ONE toilet humor joke in the entire thing (itself a huge step forward for a Blue Sky Studios movie) and it does make some use of the introduced cast as actual characters and not just comic relief props. Its undermined by clichés like 2018-01-07 15:08:20 +0000 UTC
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Only bits and pieces of information of Baoth's distant past remain. Some speak of a glorious paradise, created by a powerful angel, whose error would condemn her to eternal regret. Others of formless chaos, the desire for order imposed upon it by the light of the demiurge. Others still of a bloody revolt between mortals and their artifice, which commenced the cycles of illusion and suffering. And others still view all as valid, in their own way.
All that is known is that whate...
2018-01-06 15:50:42 +0000 UTC
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She waited.
The entire world dried, slowly yet agonisingly, and she waited.
The undead marched across the realms, adding more to their master's grim forces, and she waited.
Her very grasp on reality waned, threatening to destroy her mind, her self, and she waited.
Patiently, she spread, incorporeally, across the existence she knew. The Ban, the one thing tethering her to existence, was almost gone, just keeping her alive in the barest possible form. Its ...
2018-01-02 02:23:40 +0000 UTC
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You come to me in the horizon, lord of duality.
Behold, you are both light and dark, black as despair and white as death.
You stare, with your single eye, from what is both Heaven and the Abyss.
Under your fullness, the night is day.
Under your fullness, your body is at its peak, alive and healthy.
Under your fullness, I see the light fading at the edges.
You are doomed to be a child and to be a man, at once.
For a month you are a princ...
2018-01-02 01:57:05 +0000 UTC
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The bones are cast in the ground.
Look!
The first bone falls to the East. It rolls, its yellow skin peeled. It is the earth, its flesh hiding gold, plants growing on the surface. With time, the plants rot, and the soil parts to reveal gold, before it is covered again and new vegetation springs. Life blooms, as does disease, and life fades, as do your sores. Here, the sun is born.
Look!
The second bone falls to the South. As it rolls...
2017-12-22 20:35:50 +0000 UTC
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Grian in Heaven,
Áine walking on earth,
Macha in Hell.
2017-12-22 19:01:26 +0000 UTC
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A Magic: The Gathering fanfic. Slightly more sci-fi than usual:
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Saggal's nose twitched.
It was a meaningless gesture when one's awareness was synonimous with light itself, reaching into the furthest edges of the vastness of space, but the thing's odour was potent, a nauseating void that infused the surroundings with the decay of death, even if there was no air.
Saggal did feel air, from the corpses on the battlefields, clogging the lands wit...
2017-11-29 01:33:27 +0000 UTC
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Glory be to the
Vermilion Bird, God of the
Southern Wind and the
Highmost Sun, Lord of
Fire and burning daylight!
The God who they call
Zhu Què, Suzaku,
Jujak and Chu Túc is the
Most glorious of all
Them the gods in all
The universe so vast,
His feathers of bright
Geoluread, to thou
The Sun is less in marvel,
For He governs it!
Oh greatermost God!
Lord of the Summer so hot!
Phoenix crowned with
Th...
2017-11-04 13:30:29 +0000 UTC
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In the light of the Brightest Day
When someone calls that is gay
Lets stay up for all Blackest Night
And burn like coccaine's might!
2017-11-04 13:18:50 +0000 UTC
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I am a rooster,
A fucking solar rooster,
Got any problem?
2017-11-04 13:11:41 +0000 UTC
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Fire upon water,
Wings open to embrace Sol,
Ra's soul exalted.
2017-11-04 12:47:04 +0000 UTC
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Dry and cold, emerges
From the fertile earth, within
Them dark bowels born.
White is the colour,
Inwards is the movement;
Rotten is the smell.
Metal is Yin, an
Irony so grand in it's
Decaying white light.
Gold and silver on
Earth, lightning and stars on Sky,
Venus in Aether.
White is death, mourning,
Grief as flesh decays, as old
Age lightens the hair.
It's holy beast lord
Is the White Tiger, resting
Softly i...
2017-11-03 12:18:40 +0000 UTC
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Do not insult my
Eros when your Agape is
Disgusting and fake.
2017-11-03 02:48:56 +0000 UTC
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The Brightest Day falls from the skies
May the foul dead shield their dark eyes
Burn as the white star fire descends
Not a light that dies, but that ascends!
2017-11-01 11:17:22 +0000 UTC
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Another of the old paintings I did back in 2009. Meant to be a hornbill.
2017-10-31 17:24:51 +0000 UTC
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Another of the paintings I did back in 2009. Meant to be a cassowary.
2017-10-31 17:24:08 +0000 UTC
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After several hours airborne, the dragonfly's wingbeats stammer, and it dives into a pine forest, solemn and dark green, with little to no under trees and heated by the white sun. Once the connection is made, it is as if a portal to the sun was made; white hot plasma expands rapidly, destroying plants, cleansing the wood and the bushes, and the ferns and the few forest grass. An explosion has been made; the sorrounding area begins to experience the purification ritual as the fallen helicop...
2017-10-31 17:13:44 +0000 UTC
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A white peryton,
Exhaling a silver wind,
Eastern Lucifer.
2017-10-31 17:11:41 +0000 UTC
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Luminous upper
Sky; clean, bright, divine air,
Light protogenoi.
2017-10-31 17:06:27 +0000 UTC
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Glory be to Day,
God of the white expanse,
Of the boundless horizon,
Of cleansing light.
Hail be to Day,
Herald of the Sun,
Horse of shining mane
And engraved butterfly.
Silver-clad emissary,
Knight and lover alike,
Light that soothes my soul
And heals my mind.
Dispeller of ghouls,
Killer of the eldritch,
Light that burns shadow
And slays the Night.
I cross my a...
2017-09-26 01:27:53 +0000 UTC
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So I've recently launched an academic project:
https://www.researchgate.net/project/Flying-Volaticotheres
Essay drafts may be published here.
2017-09-01 19:32:05 +0000 UTC
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Logline: The Future Is Wild… in the past.
5 million years ago
Antarctica
In this epoch of Earth’s history, Antarctica is mostly encased in ice. However, life holds on: forests of Nothofagus grow even in the central mountains, and a lush tundra of grass, moss, cushion plants and sedges forms during the summer months, buried under snow during winter months.
Feeding on them, all year long, are the shagrats, sheep-sized ...
2017-08-20 00:45:40 +0000 UTC
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- Fallen Máni (first third complete)
- Matahouroa (first third completed)
- Aethersworn (3/7 commissions done, script half-made, worldbuilding notes ready to be shown)
- Immortal North (nothing besides a few mental notes)
- Audali River (script half-done)
- Anamills (basic design notes)
2017-08-12 02:36:26 +0000 UTC
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Sou o vento que sopra entre as árvores,
Sou a tua respiração em duas linhas contrárias,
Sou a luz dissipada no firmamento,
Sou as currentes da Terra nascidas, em direção ao Sol.
Em três estou dividido:
Éter, de aonde a luz nasce;
Caos, protogenoi de crude massa;
Erebos, sombras e nevoeiros da terra dos mortos.
Sou as emoções e paixões, porém a mente limpa;
Sou elemento purificador, porém nuvem tóxica;
S...
2017-08-11 20:05:01 +0000 UTC
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Atarau’s efforts bore fruit. From her cover amidst the clouds, she could see the forest canopy beneath her ripple like waves, spreading across the mountain slopes.
The Pirita Kahuna were moving, en masse.
She willed the air and moisture around her to shimmer in a thin coating of whiteness, between liquid and ice. Her dark feathers and clothes were concealed, and in the glimmer her shadow dissipated.
Now, she could just watch, and th...
2017-07-28 11:52:08 +0000 UTC
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Panahihou glided silently in the darkness of the Wairepomango. Even as midday coursed, only a few weak beams of daylight pierced the black mantle beneath the canopy, fading quickly as they descended, always gone before touching the waters.
His eyes, however, weren’t bothered: the waters, the roots, the black masses of floating ferns, they all were different shades of black, different expressions of darkness that not even other inhabitants of the...
2017-07-28 11:50:48 +0000 UTC
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Aata had known Rinomaunga for as long as he could remember.
It was impossible not to: the mountain’s ash and soot clouded the heavens to the northwest, a black stain in the horizon seen from anywhere in the Plateau. It was as mundane as the sky itself, even if it stood well apart from the majority of the white peaks.
When he finally did get to see it up close, as a young soldier, the area couldn’t possibly be stranger. A place where ...
2017-07-28 11:49:01 +0000 UTC
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