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Torchbarer

The Kasrenan species, having grown up on the dunes of Vaxium, found odd ways to keep themselves entertained. One such way is a game often called "Torchbarer."

There would be two sides, one team guards two or more firepits, while the other guards the torchbarer. (as a sidenote, Kasrena are giant [~20ft] anthro moths. They can fly fairly fast due to how their wings are built)

The torchbarer's goal is to light all of the braziers. The defenders are able to take out the torchbarer if they get them to drop the torch onto the ground. If the torch is in the air, anyone on the torchbarers team can take the torch as long as it doesnt touch the ground.

This game originally started as a way for the adults to get the children to light the Braziers around their camp.

Daytime on Vaxium is normally extremely hot, which is when the Kasrenan tribes tend to sleep.

Nighttime on Vaxium is effectively the exact opposite, being extremely cold. So this odd game and tradition helps keep the children warm at night if the tribe isn't traveling.

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OKAY SO IMAGINE WHEN YOU WAKE UP YOU GO TO THE KITCHEN AND PULL OUT A GLASS (YOU HAVE TWO GLASSES, A WINE GLASS AND A WISKEY GLASS)

NOW YOUVE DRANK FROM THE WHISKEY GLASS YOUR ENTIRE LIFE BUT NOW YOU SUDDENLY WANNA DRINK WINE, SO YOU DRINK WINE FROM THE WINE GLASS.

NEXT MORNING YOU WANNA DEINK WISKEY AGAIN SO YOU DRINK WHISTEKY FROM THE WHESKY GLASS. BUT HALFWAY THROUGH THE DAY YOU WANT TO DRINK FROM A FUCKING MUG SO YOU GET WATER AND FILL UP A MUG AND DRINK IT AND ALL IS GOOD.

THEN THE NEXT DAY YOU WANNA DRINK WINE FROM THE WHEKSEY GLASS SO YOU DRINK WINE FROM THEN WHISKEY GLASS HUT HALFWAY THROUGH THE DAY YOU WANT TO DRINK WATER FROM THE MUG SO YOU DRINK WATER FROM THE MUG BUT THEN YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND AND GO BACK TO WINE GLASS AND WHISTEY AND THEN THE DAY ENDS

AND THE NEXT DAY STARTS AND SUDDENLY YOUR NOT THIRSTY AND YOU DONT WANNA DRINK ANYTHING FROM ANY GLASS AND ITS CONFUSING YOU SO FUCKING MUCH CAUSE WHY DO YOU SUDDENLY NOT WANT TO DRINK ANYTHING.

OH AND THE NEXT DAY YOU WANT TO DRINK OUT OF A GLASS BEER BOOT FOR SOME FUCKING REASON, BUT YOU DONT WANT BEER SO YOU FILL IT WITH CHOCOLATE MILK.

Anyways, thats my crappy explanation of genderfluidity. I will forever be mentioning this as well just so you know.

[ariswolfram]

Just now i went absolutely fucking feral.

I was watching a video, forgot what, and i suddenly had the urge to eat a charcuterie board. So i set it up.

Eggs, salami, cheese, apples, banana, crackers, and the fucking olives.

You have no idea how badly i wanted olives for some fucking reason.

I started eating this conglomerate of food while watching the video, then i shut the video down and started to focus on eating like i was some starving peasant given a kings meal.

The first thing to go was the salami, followed by the eggs and banana. The only thing that remained was the unhealthily large pile of olives, eggs, apple slices, and cheese.

I ate the eggs next, alongside some of the olives, but then what was i to pair them with? All i had left were... apples...

I paired the olives with the apples and it was divine. I then added the cheese and i felt like that rat from ratatouille, mixing each flavor to get an otherworldly experience.

I then ran out of olives, followed by the cheese.

The final moments of this 1:37AM dish was me savoring the sweet, crispy flavor of the apples.

It felt like the desert, the last part of the dish. And it was a wonderful closer.

And to top it all off, i ate 2 melatonin gummies.

Will i die? Maybe.

Was it worth it? Most fucking definitely.

[ariswolfram]

ANNIHILATION NOTICE

I have a grand list of timelines, which was at 88 when i started this whole thing. But now having just finished it, i am now at 64 (not including Legacy). I removed 24 timelines from the list, all of which were ones i never did anything with, or did very little with.

Its kinda odd, knowing i need to actually post this. Even though y'all know nothing about it. But eh, good to keep you up to date.

[ariswolfram]

Solari Sundrops

At some point in a Solari's life, they will need to expel excess energy built up during their life, or risk death.¹ To do this, the Solari will conduct a Ritual that takes roughly 4 hours to conclude.

This ritual requires the Solari to be in a star system with the same class star they are considered to be, with as many other Solari casters needed for it to conclude. The spell cast will draw energy from the parent star, and an equal amount of energy from each individual casting the spell to create a "sundrop", which will form into a new Solari when enough energy is given to "jumpstart" its life.

If there is more energy drawn from the spell than normal, then multiple sundrops will be formed, creating binaries (twins) or trinaries (triplets). Those who were in the ritual will be considered the new Solari's parental figures, though normally this doesn't go higher than 3 or 4. ¹ Death by supernova

[ariswolfram]

Probably scream, then go suddenly silent to make you panic slightly

[ariswolfram]

Uplink: Plague

“In life, no one believes they are doing the wrong thing. In their own mind, everything is justified in one way or another. Even in the minds of those mentally broken, their motives are justified in their own special ways. This twists morality into a theme; what a collective believes is bad, what a collective believes is good, and what is universally determined as such for both.”

- Althea Nrasin

Jovil enters the room, blue veins not being well hidden as he points at Akhrin, "YOU BITCH!"

"Im... Sorry, what did i do?" He turns to look at Jovil, recoiling slightly at the sight of infection on his... “friend.”

"I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING!" Jovil slams his fist on the desk, leaving a dent in its wake, "YOUR WANTING TO TAKE CONTROL OF THEM ALL ARENT YOU?! THIS WHOLE THING IS JUST TO TAKE CONTROL, ISN'T IT?!"

"My friend, I think it is best you calm down about this situation. You obviously got the wrong idea—"

—Jovil grasps the edge of Akhrin's shirt and pulls him closer, "I know what you did with that tesseract... over in singularity. You shut it down..."

He sighs, pulling Jovil's hand off of his shirt in awfully-hidden disgust, "I needed to, the files were getting corrupted. If i didn't do anything they all would've been killed."

"Then how is this project going to work in our favor then? Hm?" He steps away and starts to pace around the room, glancing out a nearby window to the slums below, "You look out there and you think they would want to uplink themselves to a simulation that you made, after you caused all of that ruin? After you decimated billions from that AMAZING experiment?!"

"Experiment...? What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't you dare even try and cover it up. I know you made that disease. I know you did this! I BET YOU HAVE A CURE!"

"The cure is uplinking yourself to—"

"—AND THERE IT IS AGAIN! ITS BACK TO THIS DAMN UPLINK TECH!" Jovil rushes back over to Akhrin, nearly punching him in the face...

... before stepping away to take a breath...

The air is tense, and although speaking at this point isn't what he wants to do, Akhrin knows its needed, "Listen... Everything has gone... horribly out of control. The Union is in ruins, you said it yourself. And yes i made the disease, but it wasn't..."

Akhrin swallows a lump in his throat, averting his eyes away from Jovil's piercing gaze, "It was supposed to be genetic mutation therapy. And it got out of hand."

"Oh yea, you think?" Jovil snaps back.

Akhrin takes a deep breath before continuing, straightening himself in the process, "I just want to ensure everyone is perfectly fine in there. Once they are all uplinked, we can forget about this world. We can shape the simulation to fit our needs!"

"What about the needs of the people? And what is stopping you from shaping them? what is stopping you from shaping the people?"

"I put a rule in place that prevents that!"

"You made this thing though, who knows what kind of backdoors you've installed."

"Jovil, you need to trust me on this—"

"—Trust you?! You killed thousands after a failed attempt for “gene therapy,” and now you want to become a god! You keep repeating the same bullshit, “we can shape the world to how we want it, we can do anything we want in there. just trust me!” I haven't trusted you at all. I didn't even know you made the fucking disease until TODAY!"

"You... Weren't ready for that yet."

"How was i not ready? I'm literally your second in command. Your right hand man. HOW WAS I NOT READY?"

"Because i knew you would freak the fuck out when you discovered the truth!"

"Oh, and what does that mean?" Jovil crosses his arms and leans against a decrepit painting on the wall, "Go ahead, what does that mean, Akhrin?"

"... I wanted to assist the masses. I wanted to give them a golden age—"

Jovil interrupts once again in a condescending tone, "—Its one hell of a golden age..."

Akhrin pauses for a moment before continuing, "So the gene therapy was being made as a way to make people... stronger. Both physically and mentally. They would become much easier to work with. It was going to bring peace to this stupid ass war finally!... but then one of the subjects got out, and the pandemic started."

"So all of that money you stole was for nothing then... Wasn't it?"

"No, it wasn't..." Akhrin takes a sip of his coffee before continuing on, "The simulation was my second attempt at it... And now everything is perfectly set up. It will be mandatory to have one in a months time, as i know that's when the disease will be striking the hardest."

"Now wait wait wait, your making it mandatory?" Jovil has a surreal look on his face, finding it harder to breathe.

"Good people are going to die, Jovil!"

"THEY ALREADY ARE!"

Jovil pushes away from the wall as Akhrin finally rises from his seat. Their yells echoing throughout the building.

"THATS WHY I MADE THIS, SO THEY DONT DIE!"

"YOU SAY ITS TO MAKE A BETTER FUTURE, YOU SAY ITS TO BUILD A WORLD PERFECT TO YOUR VISION, YOU SAY ITS TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE. IT CANT BE ALL OF THOSE THINGS!"

"YES IT CAN, AND IT WILL!"

"SPIT IT OUT, DAMMIT! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

"THESE PEOPLE DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING UNLESS THEY HAVE SOMEONE TO CONTROL THEM! WITHOUT A LEADER THEY ARE FUCKING NOTHING!!!"

Jovil stands still as they both steady their breathing... the silence is practically deafening...

"... Jovil, please..."

Jovil turns away and rushes out the doors of the room, bumping into someone on his way out.

Akhrin then sits back down in his chair, and rests his face in his hands. Seeing some of his own veins faintly turn blue.

[ariswolfram]

No clue why i haven't posted in a while, but here ya go. Drugs

This is directly from my obsidian vault, cause sometimes i like the way things are set up there than the way they are set up here.

And yes, i am fucking with you by not showing whats in the "Void Details" section :3

[ariswolfram]

Fading Derelict

[1,326 P.D.] [3RD ARC: DARKBLOOM]

"Dude, these things always have the most loot in them. You'll see!" Ailin uses her multi-tool to blast the Freighter's doors open, depressurizing the ship with a loud hiss.

Gage feels uncomfortable, but follows behind anyways, "How long do these shields last us again?"

"About an hour, we have time." She shoves some floating boxes off to the side, revealing a massive frost-bitten storage room, "Jackpot!"

"Oh, that's a lot… What's our goal here anyways?" Gage looks around nervously, keeping an eye on what is outside the windows.

Ailin opens up a crate and starts to fill up one of her bags, "Loot the place! We will sell it all when we get back to the station. OH! keep an eye out for the manifest and any logs you may find. Those things are valuable as all hell."

Gage moves over to a crate and struggles its lid open, before stuffing its contents into his own bag, "This feels illegal…"

"Well, technically it is. But that's just because the government wants to take the loot instead. Would you rather give the government the money, or take it for yourself with a little work?"

Of course that was rhetorical, Gage just sighs into his comms and continues his looting spree.

By the time the two scavengers have entered a hallway, Ailin has filled five bags. While gage has only filled three. They walk through a glass corridor, viewing off into space. Ailing pays more attention to the doors of the derelict, opening one to loot one of the dead crew's quarters. Gage drifts his gaze off to the sun, which seems to be getting oddly dim…

"… Uh… Ailin? The sun is setting…"

"HAH! Nice one. Now help me over here, i think i found the captains log."

"No, seriously… The sun is setting…"

"… What?" Ailin looks out the window to witness the odd phenomena alongside Gage. Both watching as the systems star dims in brightness… Gradually, and steadily. Some parts completely darkening faster than others, as if it is being covered up by something.

"What the fuck is going on??" Ailin rips the captains log out of the corpse's hands and stuffs it in a bag. Just as the last bit of fleeting light leaves the suns body. Putting the two in total darkness; with exception to the freighter's warning lights.

Gage quietly grabs his pistol and checks to see if it is primed, "… Should we leave?"

"… Im not sure. This is the biggest haul i have seen."

"And yet the system's star is literally gone…" the ship shakes ever slightly, as the stars outside in space begin to vanish… as if something massive is covering them up.

Ailin grabs her loot and starts to head back toward their ship, as Gage follows suit behind her. The ship shakes once again, as something begins to wrap around it. Making the entire thing creak and quake under stress.

"GAGE, YOU SLOW BITCH, CMON!"

"IM TRYING!"

The ship then gets tugged, as both Gage and Ailin are shoved into a wall. Feeling something wrap around his legs, Gage begins to scream in fear. He pulls out a knife and slashes at the thing, just to feel more of these odd “tendrils” wrap around his torso.

Ailin turns toward Gage and shines a light onto him, seeing massive black and white vines wrapped around her friends body, forming some sort of harness and tether. Before she is able to say anything, Gage is yanked into the darkest depths of space, screaming through the comms until he leaves its range.

"GAGE?? GAGE?!" Her heart is racing, getting harder to breathe. She cries out again in hopes to hear a response, "GAGE!" … But she hears nothing back. Just static over the comms channel.

She decides now is not the time to mourn. She continues to make her way back to her ship, pushing off of the walls to gain more momentum. While in mid-push, her arms get caught up in something. As she tries to pull away, the vines begin to wrap up her arm and across her torso.

She screams out, "HELP ME! PLEASE!" She clicks through the emergency channels, and continues to yell for help. All while the vines wrap around her entire body and yank her toward the ships center, "ANYONE PLEASE! HELP ME! THIS IS AILIN DANILA! I AM CURRENTLY AT THE COORDINATES TX 2977+337— G— AAG—"

A loud crash is heard, before the line suddenly cuts to static…

[FATE: UNKNOWN]

[ariswolfram]

No Quarter

[2,885 P.D.] [ARC: BLACK FLAG]

Vesh… Is… Shaking… Seeing Rez run around the station, breaking its soldiers and killing its life. Seeing Corym absolutely mortified in the corner, scared of what's to come. Seeing Obsidian's cold… dead… body… Seeing Bee, desperately try to revive them all… Even after the many hours it has been… It makes him shake.

Hearing the pain in the captains screams as he tears apart man after man. Hearing the oh-so few cries by his companions side. Hearing the medic who has failed their job, try time and time again to bring her back… It makes him shake.

The little voice in the back of his mind then feeds on this feeling… Feeds the flame… Feeds the pure rage… Saying simply, "Kill…"

Vesh stares at their lifeless bodies. Still tasting the blood in his own mouth from his own wounds. The voice speaks again, "I know you want this… So do it… kill them."

Vesh balls his hands into fists, flinching in response. Yet the voice persists, "Do it. Kill them… kill them all. I know you want this, so DO IT!"

Something inside of him then snaps in that moment. Something visceral. Something primal. And so, he turns toward the station center. He has no tears, he already got rid of them long ago. All that remains is pure adrenaline and rage. Adrenaline and rage. Rage for the fallen. Rage for the fallen. Rage for the fallen.

He grabs the face of the nearest soldier, and crushes it. Blood splatters onto his torso and arms. The blood comforts him, though its not enough. Nothing will be enough. He screams, echoing throughout the remains of this station. Its not enough.

Two more ships land at the docking bays, and before Rez is able to even turn his head, one is falling out of the air. Its not enough. Its not enough. A third touches down next to the second, as soldiers flood out, each one yelling commands and incoherent strategy, three are turned to pulp on the walls, and one gets punched through the stomach. Its not enough.

They wont fucking shut up either. They keep yelling, "The monster is out of the bag, he is after us, we are going to die!" Its so fucking annoying.

He slashes at one, and punts another across the room like a football. He shoves a soldier halfway through the bay doors, and slams them shut. Its not enough, and they wont fucking shut up.

Vesh grabs the a soldier by the throat, and yells into their face in anger, "OH MY GOD JUST SHUT YOU FUCKING MOUTH!" The other soldiers shoot at him. Such bullets do wound him slightly, though its not enough, and it will never be enough. He tosses a soldier into the wall, and rips a piece off of the very ship they landed with, using it like a broadsword to whack his enemies with. Their blood coats the walls like a fresh coat of paint. Its not enough.

He has no more tears to cry, though he feels them swelling up. He has no more tears to cry, so he cries blood instead. he cries blood, out of rage. Out of rage. Pure rage. Rage to the living. Rage for the fallen.

The voice leads him on, telling him who to strike. Making the rage worse. He gets carried away. Ripping someone limb from limb, forcing them to eat their own carrion. Ripping off a head with his mouth. Tossing a person into the engines of an incoming ship. Spitting the head out, just to take another. Split one in half. Heal their body, just to do it again for fun. Though despite all of this, it is not enough. It is not enough. It is not enough. It is not enough. ITS NOT ENOUGH.

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20—711XX—815

His Her Its symbol scars my retinas eyes mind soul. I feel my brain changing -rewiring. I feel my soul ch alter. Its symbol scars my ret soul. I see it. I feel it. Complex, like a wave of the void. But its not the void. It makes that very apparent. It is different new.

It wants me to let it out. It calls out. It screams its name. A name i don't dare mutter, myself. Encoded, encoded, its encoded. I want its name to live on, but those who want it need to search for it first. decode it first to use it.

He burned his home, he burned hiss hom his home. It wants me to let it out. It promises a better life, but i know it is merely lies.

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The previous person in charge of researching the forbidden god has fallen by its hands. From observing their behavior, they treated the forbidden god less of a person and more of an entity to be studied. I do believe that is the reason his cognitive ability diminished so quickly.

None of the offerings done to the deity seemed to please it either. Every attempt just led to more anger. Though after ████████ met his… Untimely demise, the Forbidden God seemed much more calm than usual. We have reason to believe it wants more people instead of more physical offerings. Which does line up with how the blink behaves normally, as blink entities tend to ignore material possessions; they do not care about gems and diamonds. They care about population, people, masses.

I, ██████, will be in charge of researching the forbidden god henceforth.

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I have heard his name in my head, though i know what to do and how to handle it. I've talked to him, and he seems reasonable for the most part. Ive been using many formalities, only referring him as "my lord" or "sir", which seems to please him.

When asked about why he drove the last researcher insane, he replied in a (more) angry tone "He cared not for me, but for what i am." I do have reason to believe the forbidden god wants company, which makes sense given the legends.

As a note for later, the legends of the forbidden god state it was sealed away using powerful magic after the Blink had taken control of it in the early eras. If this is true, then there are several eons between his sealing and present, which has potentially made him yearn for people more than usual, even by blink's standards. And though the title of "Libertine" does make the research team nervous, i do believe it is a fitting name to use for him as a placeholder. I shall refer to him as that and see where things go from there.

When working with Libertine, he slowly got less of an angry demeanor with me. Well, its complicated. His demeanor was still very hostile, though it was more to the people around me than to me. From the things i have been doing, the offerings ive granted, i do believe he thinks i am one of his followe

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[ariswolfram]

1X—00000—03X

The file contains a letter:

Deeper… Deeper… and Deeper still. We managed to get the void field link running, though we know this is going to be a one-way trip. Our translator dialed in the location. They mentioned the void fields we see around singularity are called "A00A", while the rest have more complicated names. The one we are going to is called "k͜xvkẽ11X9177135a'i". We know nothing of what we are going into, though we know full well this research material will help the empire… So we hope. We know not of how these fields behave. Though we are as curious as they are of us. Would be a shame to keep them waiting… We will return when we have gathered all of the necessary information on these void fields. They are so interesting, and vast… I cant just leave them. This file will be left behind, along with the remainder of our research material. We will only take what is necessary inside.

The file was placed on a desk near a massive contraption, which is reduced to rubble. Research notes containing the instructions of construction for this contraption, along with how it works and what it does, was missing from the room upon discovery.

Scratch marks are seen on the walls of the structure, pulling toward where the contraption once stood. On one wall written in the same scratch marks are the words "onyx Escapes The Paradise Known As Azh11vr beta. And soon They Fall And Fall And Fall Until They Are Revealed To The World And All is Lost. They Cant Go deeper Still, For They Fell in Too Far. and now Reality Calls Them Back To The Home From Once He Became."

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After the field link was turned on for the ninth time, it shut down and detonated. We need to fix it up, though some of the needed resources are only found in field A00A. Research continuation will resume in due time, as long as the shade crystal is gathered soon.

Coordinates: XH77 139163131535+116762354298B 63276

[ariswolfram]

Yes, yes i can

[ariswolfram]

Cheesemonger

A cheese wheel rolls into the room and clatters to the floor against the wizards feet. Naturally, the wizard leans down and investigates it with curiosity. Its not everyday someone witnesses a wheel of cheese just randomly entering the room.

"Whats this?" He says to himself. He picks the wheel up, feeling it wiggle slightly as he does so.

"Is this thing alive?" His question is immediately answered, as the wheel of cheese smacks into his face, breaking his nose.

He stumbles backwards and reaches for his very wizardly battleaxe, though he is too late. The cheese has already won the fight. The wizard feels himself freeze in place, and shrink down in size. Something he failed to notice—despite his proficiency in the arcane—were magical glyphs etched into the rind of the cheese wheel. One which transfers an afflicted curse from one person to another on contact.

As the ex-cheese wheel grows back into a full sized [[Alviri]], the ex-wizard shrinks down into a defenseless wheel of cheese.

The Alviri, now back in their true form, picks up the unarmed cheese wheel and whispers into its earless-ears, "Get cheesified, bitch."

The cheese wheel tries to fight back, but alas, it is cheese.

The Alviri tosses the wheel of cheese out of the very tall tower™ and flips it off in its descent, most definitely killing the cheese in the process.

"Revenge is cheesy as it is sweet."

This was a prompt from my prompt chest... I am not elaborating further.

[ariswolfram]

The plotholes become features

If I string enough plotholes together people will be like

Damn that's some cool swiss cheese you have what's it about

And I'll be like, mmm both nothing and everything at the same time

[ariswolfram]

Unraveling the Mind

Life had been a blur for months now. Or had it been years?

I don't know.

Everything feels meaningless. Its all just repetitive. Its all the same.

Im not strong enough to handle those big jobs where you work on buildings or go into the army. I cant handle customer service otherwise ill get yelled at. I cant handle anything. I cant handle anything.

Im spiraling, i can feel my spirit untangling, i feel like im losing track of myself.

My head is full of shadows, and I've lost my way home...

Lost... lost...

Lost... lost lost lost lost lost...

... where am i?

... i don't remember this street, does that say republic?

I don't live near republic, i live near latigo... how did i end up this far from home, it wasnt meant to be this long of a walk...

Theres a building up ahead anyways, looks like church... wonderful, i walked here as a natural reaction to being sad...........

I make my way inside, tears numbly falling down my cheeks without any resistance. I don't even try to hide it.

I sit on a bench near the back rows and press my head into my arms.

The priest is talking about some stuff and things, though i am not in the right headspace to pay attention... why did i even come here to begin with?

... oh right, i lost my way home.

... lost my way to a home i cant even pay the taxes for.

Lovely.

Its all coming back again.

For a moment there, i thought my stress was gone but no, its not.

Fucking hell, im a mess. No one likes a mess.

I sit up and lean my head back far enough to see everything upside down, looking at the seats behind me.

I notice a set of beautiful green gems, and stare at them. Its almost captivating, their color. Their glisten.

They look like emeralds, polished into perfect spheres with thin strips of black in them to make it look like some draconic eyes.

They blink.

... they are eyes.

The man clears his throat, i flip around and look at him properly. This man is fucking tall holy shit-

Must be 10 or 11 feet at best. A fucking mountain-

I remain quiet and keep staring, not exactly knowing what to do. He has pretty scales though, i will say that. A shimmering black, with some parts having streaks and lines of silver. Some of these lines join up at the joints and claws, making it look like veins of some sort.

"Uh.... hello?"

His voice sends shivers down my spine, it was... expectedly deep. I look back up at his eyes before i accidentally look any further down his form, "Im sorry... i didn't realize you were there..."

"... you were uh... staring at me for... a while-..."

"I was-? I hadn't realized..." i smile weakly. Its hard to hide my emotions at the moment-

He looks at me. A mix of pity and... something else shown on his face, i cant quite pinpoint the other emotion, "Poor thing.... why were you crying, if i may ask?"

"Oh uh... its just........ stress." Dont trauma dump to a stranger. No one wants to hear that.

"I see... okay..."

He speaks again after a moments pause, though im not exactly paying attention to it. Ive got more important things in front of me...

He repeats himself. I should probably listen...

...

"Sir?"

"Sorry what?"

"I was asking your name-"

"Oh- right- uh- im uh- Heilbov-" I shake myself awake and look away from the eternal prison that is that beast of a man's eyes.

"... im Namill..."

The beast is called Namill. Thats not leaving my mind anytime soon, wonderful! I LOVE THIS AHHAAHA HELP ME DEAR GOD WHY-

"Nice to- meet you-" NO, "... Uh..." I just met this guy, please don't say anything stupid... i dont want to say something and scare him off, he seems like a good friend.

"Is... something the matter...?" He looks suspicious. Quick, say something to calm the situation!

"Uhm... would you mind if i sit next to you?" WHAT THE FUCK, THATS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO SAY!

"Oh... yea i... dont mind..." He shuffles to the side and pats the cushion next to him, "Here..."

... I wasn't expecting that to actually fucking work, holy shit-

Though this man has no interest in me at all. It's obvious he is just feeling sorry for me.

Either way, he is nice...

I realize i was staring in stunned silence again, so i get up and sit next to him.

He is so fucking huge... what does he eat to maintain all of that? A whole ass cow? Maybe other dragons— no that's cannibalism. He isn't a cannibal... im saying that so confidently as if i know him personally. Hah, fun.

I cant pay attention to a single word anyone is saying either, nothing is coming across.

I try my best, but its just not sticking.

I look up at Namill, he keeps speaking to me, i just nod and say “yea”, which seems to please him as he keeps talking. His voice is nice

Is the room hot? Why is the room hot?

This man wont stop talking either oh my god, what is he even saying??

"—and so Optimus Prime is naturally a pacifist. That doesn't make sense given the fact he is the leader of some warriors and stuff, but he actively tries to avoid fighting when its not necessary. Though this doesn't mean he is afraid of fighting, no no no—"

When did we get on the topic of optimus prime? And why is the room so hot oh my god! Im practically burning up...

But man am i tired as well... and he is still talking.

Honestly though, that is the only thing keeping me from losing my shit right now. Thats not odd to say right? His voice is grounding me i guess?

...

Yea... its fine...

...

...

...

...

I sit up. I dozed for a second there.

Im not about to fall asleep next to this hulk of a man. No way.

I close my eyes and lean to the side, feeling a pillow

... I think i may take a moment and rest on it though, that wont hurt anyone... i wonder who donated them... whoever did is nice...

... despite my best efforts, i fall asleep.

***

I had been talking about the transformers for a while here, i almost forgot where we were up until the moment something pressed against my arm.

I pause for a moment and look... it is Heilbov, passed out. Resting against my arm...

... what-

Am i just stuck here now? Is this like those cat rules, where when a cat has laid down on your lap you are stuck in that position forever until they move?

... i don't have forever. And im pretty sure its not cat rules either. This man is light as fuck, and im pretty sure he will remain asleep even if i leave.

But wait, thats a problem. I cant leave him here... i mean, no one will steal from him in the presence of god, but people may do other things... i dont even know where he lives anyways. What am i supposed to do, bring him home?

... home is a mess. I only got my bed...

... i have the couch as well, i can set that up for him. Just for a night, yes... i just don't want to leave an unconscious male man person man out in the wild where conscious people can just snatch him.

I carefully pick him up, then stand. As expected, he remains asleep.

I begin to make my way back home. It was getting dark anyways.

The way he was looking at me earlier said everything as well. Poor dude is exhausted... i bet he didnt even understand a thing i said. I shouldn't be speaking that much to anyone i just met anyways, its rude. He probably thought it was annoying.

I'll apologize when he wakes up...

This feels like kidnapping... am i kidnapping him??

... no, kidnapping insinuates the imprisonment of someone. Im not trapping him in my home, im just letting him rest there.

But what if he thinks its weird? I dont want to make him uncomfortable...

... says the person literally cradling him in his arms. What the fuck?

I walk up my steps and open the door. All of the piles of magazines, action figures, and other things line the place. Some of the things are very slightly out of order, hence the massive mess (Namill's home is perfectly clean and tidy. He thinks its a mess due to the fact its slightly unorganized).

I lay Heilbov down on the couch, and find a large blanket to rest over him.

I put a pillow behind his head, and turn off the lights.

... what the fuck am i doing?

I swear this is some cliché love story shit...

... is Millenium fucking with me? Amarei? This is her fault. How dare you.

I swore i hear a giggle just now... a very quiet one at that... she heard me...

... i make my way to my bed and crawl in... hopefully i wake up before he does. Don't want to make him uncomfortable....

... he already will be... fuck.

[ariswolfram]

Beast | Brown Ïver

The Brown Ïver is a beast species (non-animal non-sentient) of large spiders normally found on death worlds. Hatching at the size of your palm, and growing in sizes upwards to 4-5' large.

They are thick spiders, body being brown and grey in color with short fuzz, though in cold climates they will be white and grey with a thick fluff coat.

On their abdomens are white (or black if albino) designs, being either Blacklists symbol, or the uplink symbol (both will be at the bottom of the page. Blacklists "complex" symbol is a biohazard symbol).

There is also a variant called the Black Ïver, which are sponsored by Blacklist, Mirage, and Nosinx. Making them a sentient species. Black Ïvers live on the planet "Ikarïstor"

The bite of the Brown Ïver is a potent hallucinogen, which causes waking nightmares and suicidal urges.

This effect lasts several hours, and makes everything taste/smell like vinegar and blood for several cycles after (if you survive).

The bite of a Black Ïver is different though (The symbol on their backs glow green to show the difference).

Black Ïvers will actually uplink the person to the simulation for several hours, leaving their physical body motionless during that time.

The uplink location is up to the Black Ïver to choose. It can be the best spot, or the worst. Your fate is up to them.

Because of this though, Black Ïvers have two worlds under their control. One in singularity (Ikarïstor), and one in the simulation (Venkarïstor).

The Black Ïver can swap between both worlds at will. If they bite someone in the simulation, it will yield the same effects as the Brown Ïver.