Tma Avatars As This Alignment Chart

keep debating whether or not to give them wedding rings

𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕬𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆 - 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Overall aesthetics: This aesthetics mostly focuses on classical literature, the pursuit of self-discovery, vintage objects, the pursuit of learning and knowledge, and history. It’s heavily inspired by European architecture and culture from the 19th century and Greek arts

Key colors: mainly earthy, muted tones such as forest or sage green, dark brown, beige, white, cream, dark orange, gold, and burgundy

Wall decor: 

Insect display case - this decoration is in my opinion very aesthetically pleasing and resembles dark academia. You may have exposed butterflies and moths, or other beetles and insects…

Vintage picture frames 

Old maps and newspaper cutouts 

Astrology tapestry 

Old fashion clocks 

Picture collage with vintage pictures, poems, and book pages

Any scientific sketches of botany or zoology 

Gold framed mirrors

Furniture and ornaments: the older and dustier the better. It’s important to have furniture with dark wood tones

Dark wooden study desk

Drawer cabinet

Old chair

Bookshelves

Old desk lamps, bankers or piano lamp

Vintage suitcase/briefcase

Clothing rack - you want to display your clothes

Books, books, and books - keep them everywhere

Greek busts

Gramophone/record player

Typewriter

Lantern

Globe

Dried plants, leaves, and/or vines

Plant in a birdcage 

Hourglass or stopwatch

Candles and candlestick holders - you can use vintage candlestick holders or wine glasses  

Some small accessories:

Vintage trinkets - some small thrift trinkets or collectible items

Chess set

Stationery set

Quill and ink

Leather-bound journal

Vintage film camera

Crystal liquor bottles

Vintage tea set - if you love coffee or tea you wanna have some nice looking cups to drink from

Armillary sphere

Magnifying glass - you won’t probably use it but it’s a really nice thing to have a display

Candle snuffer

Compass

Art supplies - if you’re an artist don’t be afraid to show your art supplies. Have your brushes, pencils, and paints exposed on your desk or even have an art corner with everything there

happy decorating!!

(PICTURES ARE FROM PINTEREST. ALL CREDITS TO THEIR AUTHORS. IF YOU OWN ANY OF THESE PICTURES AND WANT THEM REMOVED JUST LET ME KNOW)

-michala <3

aw, I love you too Michael distortion

i just cannot stop thinking of jon trying so hard to grieve for the real elias after he Finds Out because elias died scared and alone to the same power that destroyed jon, because elias was also forced to watch his own body become entirely alien to him as he became Something Else, because elias and jon have both been tortured and Changed by the same man, because jon might be the only person in the world who understands what happened to him and is definitely the only person in the world who cares.

But also, jon can't think of elias' face without having to choke back a scream, cant utter elias' name without wanting to cry, cant think about elias' body without the feeling of being watched, worms burrowing into his skin, the agony of not being able to remember his friend's face, his mind being broken, hellish flames on his hand, falling from a great height, a knife against his windpipe, plastic fingers against his skin, dying, coming back wrong, darkness beyond everything hes ever known, dirt in his lungs, losing everyone hes ever loved, strings controlling his every move. He cant grieve for elias without grieving for himself. And he know, he knows, he Knows that none of it was ever elias' fault. Elias was just some poor stupid idiot who ended up in an evil place and had his life stolen by an evil man, just like jon. Jon knows elias never actually did anything to him, but he cant forgive him for the things done by his body. He wants to grieve, he tries to grieve, he does grieve. But he can never grieve properly for the man who was lost because he is inseparable from the man who took him.

“There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn

Smeared with oils like David’s boy, oh Lei oh Lai oh Lord”

kotlc inspired soldier poet king, I thought Sophie fit this the best haha let me know if I should make the other two

been thinking about fantasy/scifi rule systems and free will

Something about FNAF that we don't talk about enough:

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You're not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still, and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting old friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? I should have known you wouldn't be contempt to just disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

It's time to rest. For you, and those you have carried in your arms. This ends, for all of us. End communication.

Average Avatar of the Corruption.

If zombies were real, you wouldn't first be warned by the approaching horde by their smell, by their groans, not even a cloud of smoke of the dust they raise coming closer from the horizon. It would be the flies. Hordes and hordes of insects, corpse-flies laying eggs on the carcasses of people who still walk, eating the eyeballs from their sockets, climbing across their unfeeling leathery skin. And the buzzing. The inescapable, deafening buzzing. Everywhere. Like you did not just kick a hornet's nest, but the very ground you walk on was a hornet nest, and each step caused another explosion of insects.

Insects, corpse flies, the buzzing. Their swarms blacken the skies, more horrifying than their migrating meals. The deafening cacophony of constant buzzing, the horrid noise of the living who feast on the dead who feast on the living. The buzzing.

The endless, inescapable buzzing.

I could get the clink for life, or the electric chair. But I don’t want to die a virgin.

Yall, today we learned this is the color. And that’s its real name.