cicadalicker

[cicadalicker]

Welcome, grab a seat, spit on the floor and take in the view of the streetlights//Lantern.

I go by They/She/He/Cic, I dump some urban fantasy writing and projects of the sort here once every blue moon or something, most of the time I'm just trying to survive

Writing (dubious quality)

Mid images that give my writing some flair (also dubious)

Reblogs of anything I relate to or enjoy

Maybe some worldbuilding? Dunno

As for Trigger Warnings:

My writing sometimes depicts violence (nothing too graphic, but still), profanity, people in not so good mental states, so keep that in mind. Anything else that might be triggering I put on individual posts that have it.

Well, you read this far for some reason, stay for a while if it's not much trouble, nothing's lost but time, and no one really has that much of it anyway

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Get these ai writing assistants out of my face!!!! I don't care if my writing is bad at least it is mine!!!!

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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Hearing sound of laughter, Baron reported finding ▇▇▇▇ and her brother playing by the shore, where brother was spinning ▇▇▇▇ in his arms and chucking her on the sea, before ▇▇▇▇ would throw water on her brother's face. The two showed no interest in him, and upon inspection, it was noted both seemed to be 5 years younger than they should, appearently stuck in a time-loop, reliving some past moment in their life, fully unable to perceive outside. Baron attempted to forcefully drag them out of the loop by what he described as 'a good slap besides the head of the fucker', to which GEVURAH suggests disciplinary measures. Before the Hunter's hand was able to connect, he felt a strong tug at his wrist, before being dragged from the shore and deeper in the sand, one rib heavily fractured from impact with a boulder. The Ego had the appearence of a large crustacean, around the size of an SUV, with a large spiral-type seashell covering it's back that reached over 6 meters tall, filled with faces of despair, the entity had a very clear pair of human eyes on stalks, bloodshot as if under effect of amphetamines, two pairs of human gums and teeth under the exoskeleton of it's mouth, it's voice was raspy and slurred, like it was both drunk and suffocating under sand. Following audiolog recorded: "Why are you here?" "Bloody hell, I hate the ones that talk." "Such a beautiful moment. Who'd wish for it to end?" "Yeah, I know the drill mate, but it's not going to work" Baron reported the entity attempted to stab him with it's claws, also noting that the spots of sand that were hit were frozen in time soon after the sand began to disperse due to impact, creating spikes that made movement difficult: "Why flee? Stop and rest" "I guess I can rest later, no? Hard to be chilling with an ungly mug like your's around" "Rest now, fight later" After those words, Entity buried itself in sand and disappeared. Hunter reported suddenly feeling tired and dizzy after being hit against a boulder, a rib fractured: "Why are you here?" "Bloody hell, I... wait a minute" Baron was quick to notice he'd been caught on a time-loop. Entity seemed surprised by Hunter's awareness, it's bloodshot eyes bulging almost out of it's stalks, before it began attempt to grab: "Why fight against it?" Hunter was able to dodge most of the entities attacks, but suffered lacerations on his left leg due to time-frozen sand spikes. After that, the entity attempted to bury in the sand again, to which Baron yelled and grabbed it by the tip of it's shell, pushing it away from sand and crashing into a boulder, the entity seemed to shriek, it's scream awfully alike a wailing child. Baron felt himself imobilized as the entity used 'Ensnared in a Soar of Agony', alongside the entire Domain. Once the Ego acquired it's composure, it got back onto it's legs. Making use of his manifestation again, despite lacking the needed Qlippothic energy to perform it, Baron was able to move even through stopped time, his eyes bleeding from the strain. The entity display a sense of confusion: "How do you move when time does not?" "Yeah mate, you stop time, but you don't stop me!" Time of Ego-Death: 1 hour and 20 minutes after deployment, 0 innocent casualties, Hunter disciplined for improper behaviour, incluidng but not limited to: Heavy use of improper language, attempt to needlessly harm innocent, eating part of Ego to 'send a message'. Clean-up minimal. ▇▇▇▇ inducted as Hunter L-170, currently under training in GEVURAH facility ▇▇▇▇▇▇

"Impossible! How can you still move? My spell stops time!" "Yeah that's the problem right there buddy. You created a spell to stop time when you should have created a spell that stops me."

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Baron was stopped by local 40 minutes after deployment, an overweight man in his 30's with balding hairline, seemingly intoxicated, local questioned the Hunter's presence and intent, to which Baron claimed to be from CPS, coming to check on the reported Sinner. and her older brother 'The man said if I cared about that little girl, I should go after her parents in her hometown. Upon further questioning, informed me that ▇▇▇▇ came over for summer break with a black eye, according to him, she was sent here because parents wanted to have dust settle in hometown after threats by neighbours to report domestic violence to the police.' was noted. Upon innocuous questioning regarding the strange temporal anomaly towards the witness, he reported that 'a couple weeks ago, after ▇▇▇▇ and her brother had left town to take her back home, they suddenly came back and gave her 'favorite people' a little seashell that made it so they started acting strange, witness also noted disdain at not receiving one. Witness also noted that ▇▇▇▇ gave a raw shrimp to those she called 'people she didn't like'.' Witness pointed to home of a person who received the latter gift. Upon knocking and receiving no response, Hunter utilized his Manifestation "Doctrine of Arrogance" to phase through the door. Inside Baron noted 'Time seemed still, fully frozen from 12:30 onwards, no idea of the day, woman found inside, fully frozen in place mid-fall towards the floor after seemingly slipping on water. Victim seemed fully conscious of her situation.' Baron noted. 'She gave off an aura of despair and confusion', closer investigation of mobile home revealed a small bundle of letters from target Sinner, adressed towards her brother. The letters' dates ranged from two months to a year ago, seemignly illegally taken from ▇▇▇▇ brother's mailbox, closer inspection showed more stolen letters. Hunter noted on Ego-Report Form the Ego's ability to utilize 'Ensnared in a Soar of Agony' manifestation. Looking at adress on letters indicated possible location of target Sinner and Ego. Upon reaching location, Hunter informed on report 'The place had clear signs of Qlippothic anomalies of a Domain, center of the Web, incluiding heavy aura of despair and fear'. Domain entered 1 hour after deployment. Domain was described as a 'Full-on beach, much cleaner than the sewage-filled one outside, with small traces of the original trailer scattered about, incluiding a microwave atop a coconut tree and what seemed too be a plushie of a hermit crab inside a half-open closet.'

"Impossible! How can you still move? My spell stops time!" "Yeah that's the problem right there buddy. You created a spell to stop time when you should have created a spell that stops me."

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Hunters are clever bastards, which is pre-requisite when being a bubble of alt-reality is part of the job. The Egos are also smart, but it's kinda hard to be cunning when you function by pure Qlippothic instinct, it leaves little space for variation, ya know?" - Samuel Butcher, GEVURAH Branch, Samson-Division's 21th Senior Director. The mission was clear from the briefing, Spider-type Ego, Magnitude 2. Hunting grounds were a small beachside town in ▇▇▇▇ that had been affected with a bubble of altered time ever since the last week of summer, the Sinner was identified by a MTF to be a little girl, around 12, who had been sent to the town over summer break. 3 MTF team KIA, totaling 12 casualties three hours after deployment, Hunter K-184, codename: Baron, sent to hunting grounds 28 hours after discovery. Baron felt like he would pass out ever since getting off the transport, the tropical climate of the place made him dizzy. DEOS quarantine walled off the hunting grounds with fences and signs about oil spill on the beach. The whole town was a humble place, mobile homes, tents, small houses crudely painted white, a pier that had four fishing boats, Baron stood out with the uniform, white office blouse, high cut black pants and pointy black shoes, he looked like he was selling something. The tents were no help for investigation, closing off as soon as Baron got close. 'I could just bust in' he noted considering, but better not to get hostile so soon. The pier had a trio of elderly men hauling fish guts out, Baron easily noticed they seemed to repeat every single movement exactly while hauling. Under closer inspection the three locals seemed under some sort of Qlippothic effect, stuck in a short-term time loop, questioning lead to nothing regarding Ego's information, as they could merely repeat pre-loop conversations and intel. After finishing attemtps to question, Baron was able to notice one local house with barely open blinds, quickly closed when the Hunter meet gaze with the person inside. Baron knocked on the door, and elderly woman answered, refused Hunter's request to enter, but was eager to talk by the door. Lady admitted a little girl was brought here to spend summer break with her older brother, the two lived in a mobile home, woman witness couldn't recall which, Baron attested she spoke the truth. When arriving at the trailer park at the edge of the town, Baron noticed two different occurances of a short-term time-loop: A middle-aged lady on a rocking chair smoking a cigarette, cigarette went back to unlit state every 46 seconds. 'She seemed to have been inhalling that smoke for days on end' Baron noted, questioning lead to nothing, as the woman's voice was too hoarse to comprehend; Another individual seemed stuck on a larger area time-loop, young male child playing in the mud while under parents supervision, entire area of 12 meters, centered around child, seemed stuck in a 10 second loop, objects entering the area became affected aswell, as noticed when a seagull not present in the first four loops landed atop the trailer and was then trapped in following iterations. Hunter did not wish to investigate much further. As Hunter walked around the area, the Spider Ego's Web became more obvious. Spider's are Egos able to manipulate time, formed under a Sinner's intense fear of change. Hunter's Ego-Report Form marked entity as possessing 'Flies that Spin Idly' Manifestation.

"Impossible! How can you still move? My spell stops time!" "Yeah that's the problem right there buddy. You created a spell to stop time when you should have created a spell that stops me."

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I support the "fiction isn't real so nothing matters" mindset but tbf at a certain point it can tip over into "the curtains are just blue" territory

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You tap the blackboard, not with a wand though, those tacky sticks. Nearly all teachers used their wands or staffs to help keep student's attention, but your chalk did the job fine. The students all kept their focus on the words "Bastards Class" in fancy letters, some look confused, some look annoyed, a few look like they just kind of don't want to be here, you don't blame them, only one raises a wand to ask a question.

"Yes?" You point to her, chucking the white chalk back in the box, and taking a red one this time.

"W-why are we here?" She stuttered in seeming confusion, not any of the sass those words normally came with.

"Well, you woke up, took the tra-" You began to ramble, and would continue if she didn't interrupt.

"I mean like, why do we need to take this class? All of us?" She clarifies, her wand going back down, it had a redwood body and a depleted uranium tip, either she was taking a Destruction & Purging course or had the magic for it.

"Yeah, she's right, mate here isn't even close to my course? Why are we both here?" Another one, likely from the north, judging by the accent, spat out, a bit more exasperated, pointing to the first girl, their fingers covered in a sort of knuckle duster, spiked, made of iron, likely from Exorcism course, with a customized focus.

You still had the chalk in your hand, looked at the two, it wasn't the best start you've had, but it wasn't the worst. You took a good look at the two, atleast they paid attention. You wrote the usual "example" you liked to use to clarify that years old question.

"May I have your name?" You said the words aloud, before turning to the two. "Both of you, preferably" You added, as you pointed at them again, it was part of the process.

"Mary Hawks, why the question?" The girl answered first, her nose flared a bit, clearly not seeing what that had to do with anything.

"I'm Rayleigh Whaler, mate" The second one said with little reservation, they looked like it was a fact of reality, which may as well be, you can't tell.

Too easy as always. With a sigh, you tap the blackboard, and with a glow of the red dust, faint, but noticeable, you now find yourself holding two marbles between the fingers of your other hand. As you clean the awful chalk dust from your left hand, it reveals that the green on the tip of your fingers was not just chalk, that mixed with yellow nails and eyes were, to anyone who took your class, a faeblood. The two seemed to notice something off with themselves.

"In simple words, you are here so people like me won't trick you two out of your names ever again." You admitted, holding the marbles with care, you knew if they broke, it wasn't a good thing to look at. The two seemed to try to "get it", but when they finally seemed to notice that their focuses seemed too light, as in, dead, they seemed to get it.

"Cause if they do, no more magic for you, and in a scuffle between a magic-less mage and a faeblood, the faeblood wins" You followed, as you threw the marbles at the respective owners, it was easy to guess, the warm, tingly and heavier orb was from Mary, Rayleigh had the one that seemed to give your finger pins and needles, both chucked right at their foreheads, as soon as it entered contact, they were undone, leaving only a faint smell of melted mozzarella.

"Oh, I get. Bastard's class, you forgot the apostrophe…" The Whaler mumbled as they rubbed their forehead, where the marble had gotten back to them, a dimpled and giddy smile coming to their face. Mary seemed to have that glow in her eyes you'd only see when a child discovers where the cookie jar is hidden, her tooth window clear in a dumb smile. Seemed you've found their attention, alongside the rest of the class, for now at least.

You turn back to the board, the chalk clacking on it. "That's just a demonstration, if you ever get face to face with a faeblood, they'll be sneaky about it, and that's besides other types of non-magical bastards." You explain over your shoulder, as you finish writing your 'name', tapping at it with green chalk, 'J. Doe', it read. "You may call me Teacher Doe, and in my class, you'll be learning every manner of cheat, dastard action and dirty trick… only to defend yourselves from it, of course!" You hastily clarified mid phrase, you have got to keep that tenure.

"I had heard you had no magic. Seems the rumors were wrong." Another student chimes in, with an uppity face and nose of someone who will either change the world, for better or worse, or just wash out in seven years tops, a fancy tome resting at his desk, thick, clearly from upper caste, the surname "Godbane" on it.

You smile for the first time, it was normal for someone to assume what you used was some sort of magic, it was unusual after all. "No, no, I really don't." You clarify to him as you gestured a dismissal. "A folk just got to have their tricks." You admit.

"Now, shall we begin?" You ask the now, awfully interessed class.

You teach at a magic school, but you do not teach any magic. In fact, you are not even a mage. Yet your classes are among the few that every student has to take, no matter what kind of magic they are studying.