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So I just had a thought

What if supernatural creatures don’t exist anymore? What if they did once, but through the years, they slowly mixed in with humans?

You can see the blood of fairies in the way a ballet dancer hovers in mid air before he or she hits the ground. You can see it in the way that middle school girl never forgets when someone makes her a promise. You can see it in how that one little boy in the kindergarten class seems more comfortable in the forest on that field trip than the others.

You can see the blood of dryads in hikers who never trip over roots. You can see it in that suburban grandmother never lets any of her garden die. You can see it in that one kid who climbs a tree faster than his friends, barely looking at the branches as he goes.

You can see the blood of naiads in the way a professional swimmer seems to command the water to help them. You can see it in how a cross country runner needs a water break more often than his teammates. You can see it in the way that one girl in your class always has a water bottle on her desk.

You can see the blood of mermaids in a surfer who can be tossed around underwater for a long time without drowning. You can see it in a teenage boy who doesn’t have to pretend to be unbothered by the pressure when he races his friends to the bottom of a swimming pool. You can see it in the little girl who wades into every stream she sees on a hike without quite knowing why.

You can see the blood of sirens in people who never have a problem with getting people to date them. You can see it in that soprano who can hit notes most of her fellows can only dream of. You can see it in the camp counselor who all the straight girls have a crush on, who can play guitar and sing better than any of the others.

You can see the blood of shapeshifters in the way an actor adjusts their personality to become their character with scary accuracy. You can see it in the subconscious, barely noticeable changes a tween girl’s eyes make to match her outfit better. You can see it in the way you always lose that one friend in a crowd if you’re not careful, because he’s just too good at blending in.

People who carry the blood of werewolves don’t change with the full moon anymore, but you can still see it in the way your best friend always knows something is wrong, though even they don’t know they’re smelling the changes in your body chemistry. You can see it in the way that one guy always seems to eat more than the reasonable amount of red meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You can see it in the way that one werido never has a problem when the teacher turns off the lights before a PowerPoint presentation because her eyes adjust quicker and better than yours.

The blood of supernatural creatures may have mostly faded away. But if you look closely, you can still see it.

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Vanity is survival when one is rapidly losing omnipotence.

Nicol Bolas, Magic Story: The Hour of Revelation, Alison Luhrs

#nicol bolas #magic the gathering #mtg #hour of devastation #magic story #alison luhrs

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Art is how we decorate space; music is how we decorate time.

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I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)

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Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes

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I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?

John Lennon (via goodreadss)

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We shall now seek that which we shall not find.

Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte D'Arthur

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JOIN THE INTROVERT NATION MOVEMENT

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go back, sam! i’m going to mordor alone.

of course you are! and i’m coming with you!

if you’ll never be over this parallel clap your hands 👏👏

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Nikita Gill

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Typewriter Series #1792 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Bury a dagger hilt-deep into his heart, before he can murder the firekeeper and do the same to himself.

Send “How To Care For” instructions for my muse

Allow me to tell you a story. 

I once knew of a man with not a single possession to his name. Everything he had ever cared for had burned down in a fire, you see. With his livelihood reduced to ashes, he was forced to wander out into the country, barely scraping by with nothing but the clothes on his back and the weapons at his side. Devoid of love, house and coin, there was no doubt that the man was a reckless and dangerous thing to be feared.

I once knew of another man with not a single possession to his name. Nothing, except the heart of a maiden. Perhaps, it was by some cruel twist of fate that she had been trapped– condemned to life of imprisonment and suffering to serve a purpose that she never had a say in. But, the knight saw that she was more than just a tool. More than a convenience. Though he had nothing to his name but the armor around his chest and the weapons at his side, he was more than willing to offer anything to ensure her happiness, no matter the sacrifice. 

So, tell me, knave. Who is it that you should fear the most? The man who has nothing to lose, or the man who has one last thing to save? 

Do not test me.

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“Millennials are so entitled"