1. Reblogged from: yeahwriters
  2. "But I was thinking metahumans have certain markings on them… usually on the back… It starts out like a small intricate birthmark, but with continuing use of their meta-capabilities, the markings grow… so the ones with a full marking on the back.. they actually become monsters (losing all humanity)… but few/none are assumed to have reached that point.. until this [detonation] day" -my best friend
We were world-building for an RPG. Yes.

    "But I was thinking metahumans have certain markings on them… usually on the back… It starts out like a small intricate birthmark, but with continuing use of their meta-capabilities, the markings grow… so the ones with a full marking on the back.. they actually become monsters (losing all humanity)… but few/none are assumed to have reached that point.. until this [detonation] day" -my best friend

    We were world-building for an RPG. Yes.

  3. writinblack:

    Hello, Followers! :3 I just wanted to say

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    and that if you wanted me to draw anything in particular, message me, maybe? ;D

    Reblogged from: theblackinkpot
  4. Immortality—- take it, it’s yours! I think Achilles in Troy said that. I liked it so much.
Check out my other blog writinblack.tumblr.com

    Immortality—- take it, it’s yours! I think Achilles in Troy said that. I liked it so much.

    Check out my other blog writinblack.tumblr.com

  5. Teenage Wasteland
I pulled out an old photograph from university. My best friends and I were in a group project for Science, Technology, and Society II: “Submit a photograph depicting conventional use of technology.” 
If I remember correctly, we chained ourselves to the mobile handsets and laptops and game consoles and Playstation Portables of the era (tablets were a new thing then) and sat around this vintage furniture set one of us owned. We dressed in black; our highlights were black. Our props were a mix of silver gadgets and discarded make-up paraphernalia. 
I clearly remember the class’s shock and awe the printed poster unraveled during presentation. They made no sound; they said “Woahtheforkdudethatisniiiiice!” with gaping mouths.
The class instructor-slash-professor-in-the-making was a young, handsome fellow. He would be my age now at the time. He was the complete opposite of conventional, traditional, and dry. I remember he had this “Geez, impressive. Can’t wait to show off my students to the faculty.” kind of look. That very reaction, too, was noiseless, but I know I read it. 
Anyway, we aced it, and we rocked. I have the poster on my wall at home. I hadn’t drawn anything in five months, but happened to stare at that picture poster during my vacation grande last week. I pulled out my two best friends from university and, there they are.
You may not flirt with them without their permission.

    Teenage Wasteland


    I pulled out an old photograph from university. My best friends and I were in a group project for Science, Technology, and Society II: “Submit a photograph depicting conventional use of technology.” 

    If I remember correctly, we chained ourselves to the mobile handsets and laptops and game consoles and Playstation Portables of the era (tablets were a new thing then) and sat around this vintage furniture set one of us owned. We dressed in black; our highlights were black. Our props were a mix of silver gadgets and discarded make-up paraphernalia. 

    I clearly remember the class’s shock and awe the printed poster unraveled during presentation. They made no sound; they said “Woahtheforkdudethatisniiiiice!” with gaping mouths.

    The class instructor-slash-professor-in-the-making was a young, handsome fellow. He would be my age now at the time. He was the complete opposite of conventional, traditional, and dry. I remember he had this “Geez, impressive. Can’t wait to show off my students to the faculty.” kind of look. That very reaction, too, was noiseless, but I know I read it. 

    Anyway, we aced it, and we rocked. I have the poster on my wall at home. I hadn’t drawn anything in five months, but happened to stare at that picture poster during my vacation grande last week. I pulled out my two best friends from university and, there they are.

    You may not flirt with them without their permission.

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