I'm Sorry, Cassandra

I'm sorry, Cassandra

Down in the street they're all singing and shouting Staying alive though the city is dead Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter While you are crying alone in your bed

Pity, Cassandra, that no one believed you But, then again, you were lost from the start Now we must suffer and sell our secrets Bargain, playing smart, aching in our hearts

Sorry Cassandra, I misunderstood Now the last day is dawning Some of us wanted but none of us would Listen to words of warning But on the darkest of nights Nobody knew how to fight And we were caught in our sleep

Sorry Cassandra, I didn't believe You really had the power I only saw it as dreams you would weave Until the final hour

I have no idea why, but WoF Tango with little glasses makes me ridiculously happy. :)

God I haven’t posted in a while so have a Tango of the Tek variety (click pics for full view)

A little firescales mechanic man with magic gloves

Startober Day 4: Loose Cannon

(MORE JIZZIE!!!!!)

Joel parked his speeder at the top of one of the bright spires of Herrin, even though he wasn’t technically supposed to be there. The other Vindicators would kill him if they knew he went up there without permission, but he didn’t really care. 

He heard a familiar voice humming a tune nearby, and knew that what he came for was here. He found Lizzie hanging lanterns from the arched ceiling of her palace, all the while quietly singing a song to herself in her own language. Hundreds of these lanterns swayed in the breeze above them, all of them glowing a strange, eerie blue that didn’t seem to come from a flame.

“You never told me you had a beautiful singing voice as well as a beautiful face,” Joel said. 

Lizzie jumped in surprise, her wings flaring out and nearly knocking Joel over. “Gosh, you scared me!” She exclaimed, picking Joel up in her arms, who compared to her, was only the size of a small child. “Why do you have to be so tiny?”

“Hey, I’m not tiny! You Avians are just massive!”

“No, you’re definitely tiny,” she argued, giving Joel a kiss on the forehead, which immediately stopped his protesting. 

“The others don’t know I’m here, by the way,” Joel informed her, glancing in the direction of the Vindicators’ outpost. The memory of what they did to him the last time he snuck out like this burned fresh in his mind, and guilt began to creep in. “I should probably start heading back.” 

“Aw, don’t leave yet. You just got here!”

“This is the fifth time I’ve snuck out like this, Lizzie! Do you have any idea what they’ll do to me if they find out I’ve done this again?"

Lizzie sighed. “Fine, then. As the Queen of Herrin, I hereby order you to accompany me to my underwater sanctuary.”

“How can I argue with that?” Joel chuckled. “Lead the way, your majesty.”

(AU by @skimmeh and @kairamuwu)

This is why I think Scott and Sparrow in New Life make such a great duo. They foil off each other really really nicely. Scott is a pretty OP but reasonably chill and competent guy, while Sparrow is a lil human that's super excited and intrigued by all this hybrid stuff, and it makes their interactions a delight.

I just absolutely love the difference between Owen's trip to the Nether and Scott's trip to the Nether. Like the pure difference in vibes despite them essentially doing the exact same thing. Between getting lost in the Nether and the wither skeleton snake things and the blaze burners, it's almost the same story except one of them is completely on edge the whole time and freaking out at every sound and the other finds everything to be a mild inconvenience at worst.

Startober Day 2: Legacy

Gem was a sword fighter. She was a rather good one too, taking on some of the best in the galaxy. She often competed in tournaments for money, or took on the occasional bounty when money was sparse. It wasn’t an honest living, but at least it paid the bills. But one of the consequences of not having an honest living is one tends to get involved with some… shady figures. And several of these shady figures seemed to take an interest in Gem. She had made a deal with them for more money than she had ever won from any other job, but things didn’t exactly go as planned. And that was why Gem’s right arm now appeared to be made of the void itself, its inky swirls crawling up her harm and embedding themselves into her skin.

Gem gripped her sword in her left hand, slashing with all the coordination she could muster. The fighting simulation bot (nicknamed Sunny by her roommate) attacked in turn in that same predictable pattern that Gem should have mastered at this point. But with her left hand, Gem’s coordination was sloppy at best. 

She tried to parry, but her form was off.

Wham!

She tried to stab, but she didn’t keep her guard up.

Wham!

Sunny had its sword pointed at Gem’s chest, then it returned to a neutral position. “Better luck next time,” It said in its robotic voice. 

“Ugh, tell me about it,” Gem sighed, setting down her sword and grabbing a quick drink of water. After a moment, Gem found herself staring intently at her sword, lying motionless on the ground beside her. Things had gone downhill ever since she had made that deal with those mysterious entities. Now that her right arm was pretty much useless, her days of tournament competitions were long over. The money that the entities had given her helped a little, but it was starting to dwindle. Soon enough, she wouldn’t be able to pay her half of the rent, and then what would happen? 

Even though she knew it wouldn’t work, she tried to pick up her sword with her right hand. But no matter how much she strained, her arm couldn’t bear the sword’s weight, and it would slip right out of her hand. She just sighed and picked up the sword with her left hand, priming Sunny back up for another round.

Parry.

Wham!

Stab.

Wham!

Survive. Survive. Survive.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

Eventually, Gem ran out of patience. She threw caution to the wind and swung wildly with her right arm, aiming directly for Sunny’s head. 

(Did she notice how the surface of her arm rippled and swirled, its inky surface spiraling out like tendrils? Did she notice how it sparkled like it had been embedded with stars?)

Gem barely felt the impact of the punch, but the aftermath was abysmal. She had utterly demolished Sunny, leaving a massive crater in the side of its head. She looked at her right hand in astonishment, and noticed that a second, phantom-like hand, much larger than her own, surrounded her arm. 

“Gem? Whatcha-” Pearl stopped in her tracks a few feet from the door, witnessing the damage Gem had done.

“Oh, hey, Pearl!” Gem said, trying to divert Pearl’s attention. “How’s the search for your friend going?”

“Still no leads yet. But I see that you’ve been busy.”

“Yeah… sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me, to be honest.”

“That’s fine! I can fix Sunny later. Though I’m not sure what I’m gonna tell Sausage…”

Gem glanced at her arm again. The phantom arm was gone, and the tiny sparkles were beginning to dim. She wasn’t sure if her sword fighting skills would ever be the same again, but maybe something new was in store for her.

Maybe she would be okay.

(Au by @skimmeh and @kairamuwu)

Coming up with clothing for my third life Grian design

Might have gone a lil wild with details ..but it's fun to think up-