Tonight In Exalted

Knowing that the party will need to be more powerful to defeat “The Morrigan”, the Unconquered Sun brings the party before the Maidens to have their destinies woven into powerful boons.

Venus weaves Marian’s love into knots about her arm. The fate strings create layers over the glass and the arm slowly transforms into diamond. The arm’s power is now drawn from righteous anger in defense of what Marian loves.

True Loves Fist.

Our town has this weird ritual every year where you’ll hear police sirens going down the street. The police cars are followed by a line of other vehicles (including school busses) all honking their horns as they drive.

It ends as quickly and mysteriously as it begins.

myrastuff:

This might be one of a set of pieces, but shading stained glass is actually a huge pain so IDK.

Anyways, we’ve now got a date for our last session of the End of All Oceans campaign, so I’ll be playing Harrow for the last time on November 24th-25th (two day mega-session!) If anyone’s got any questions/prompts/etc about her or about the game, please send them my way 😀

So a recent cracked.com article that I read (which I can’t link to because mobile) mentioned that ghosts/demons/poltergeists are really only partially as scary as they are because we can’t see them. Objects being knocked over on their own or things in the house being disturbed without knowing what is causing it is scary, but imagine if you could see the ghost.

There would be, like, a person standing by the counter knocking objects off like a bored cat. A ghost changing the channel on the TV because they don’t like what you’re watching. They’re just bored invisible people.

So, now, imagine someone who can see ghosts but the ghost doesn’t know and it’s just like….idk so funny to me.

nurseyxbitty:

what-even-is-thiss:

Yesterday my dad told me something that I think maybe more people need to hear.

You’re allowed to just do things for fun.

He told me that in this modern society, especially the United States, we seem to have this attitude that we shouldn’t do something unless we’re aiming to be the best at it. If we can’t sing like Beyonce or Frank Sinatra or something there’s no point to singing. If we can’t make the next big breakthrough there’s no point in looking into mechanics and engineering.

But, he tells me, it took him a long time to figure out that life doesn’t have to be a race. If you want to take up the piano when you’re a teenager or later you’re not going to master it. You’re not going to be able to play to huge concert halls, but that also shouldn’t stop you. You can study a language out of curiosity and then drop the ball if you want. You can just get okay at something or even be terrible at it. You can drop it for days or years and then pick it up again and it doesn’t have to be a shameful thing.

I’m really glad he told me that because today I opened my sketchpad for the first time in months and just started drawing. And it looks terrible. But I don’t care. I don’t have the talent or patience or spacial awareness to get anywhere near good at drawing, but it’s fun. It helps me focus my mind and nobody has to see it.

And because of what he told me, I’m thinking maybe someday soon I will take up the bass guitar. And I won’t worry about how well I do, or how fast I learn, or that I haven’t played an instrument since sixth grade, or that I don’t have that much time to practice. I’m just gonna enjoy the experience. Maybe I’ll try swing dancing again and take a class because I’m not the best dancer but damn if it isn’t fun.

Yeah, you don’t have to be good at things. It’s not a requirement. Maybe that seems obvious but it had never occurred to me before. You’re allowed to just enjoy what you’re doing. For me, that feels like a life changing revelation. I don’t have to be good at something to like it. I don’t have to put 100% effort into everything I do. It’s kind of amazing.

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