egodraconis

[egodraconis]

Balbus chuckles in sympathy, knowing the young woman to be trying her best.

"Child," he begins with a gleam in his eye, "I am older than your entire bloodline, and even I only understand that I know Nothing. I started as a mud crawling belly dragger with no thoughts beyond filling my belly, with only a spark of divinity at the dawn of time. I fit every quota of a God, and yet-i am not. Because I refute the title. I do not create. I do not rule. I simply am."

He slides her a cup, bending to pour an amberish liquid that could be a tea, smelling odd and floral.

"Whatever I may have come to embody is pure metaphor and philosophy, it does not reset the clock and retroactively rewrite fundamental laws around my personhood. Zeus did not create the concept of lightning, nor is Quetzalcoatl the Sun."

"As for what you seek, I can only offer conjecture. This...this BECOMING you search for, this mantling...it sounds like an evolution. A mutation. Something purely unique, even if it has happened before."

egodraconis​:

“Ah, then you ask after the traditional sorts. Beings of great power, bending forces to their whims…” he punctuates this with a wave of his hand.

“In this sense, it is entirely, disappointingly arbitrary. Assigned by those with only half an understanding of a term coined to denote a position in a hierarchy fashioned by man, for man.”

A scowl, eyes grappling with some unseen question. “But that does not help you either. Hmm. Perhaps this. Tell me, Lorelei, for all that I am, that which I have seen and done, would you not consider me a god?”

There is a long pause as she ponders the question, expression one of both understanding and abject defeat.

“I set myself up for that one, didn’t I.” She sits down on one of the chairs and hums thoughtfully, contemplating it.

“…Yes… and no? I mean, from what I understand, you have… a domain. A thing. People tell stories about you, and you, in a sense, embody something. I guess that’s really what I’m looking for - the transition of being a something to being an embodiment of something. But it doesn’t really work with you, because that’s where you started.”

A beat.

“Man, understanding all of this elevated, magical stuff is hard.”

[egodraconis]

Once a man has seen a dragon in flight, let him stay at home and tend his garden in content, someone had written once, for this wide world has no greater wonder.

[egodraconis]

"Ah, then you ask after the traditional sorts. Beings of great power, bending forces to their whims..." he punctuates this with a wave of his hand.

"In this sense, it is entirely, disappointingly arbitrary. Assigned by those with only half an understanding of a term coined to denote a position in a hierarchy fashioned by man, for man."

A scowl, eyes grappling with some unseen question. "But that does not help you either. Hmm. Perhaps this. Tell me, Lorelei, for all that I am, that which I have seen and done, would you not consider me a god?"

egodraconis​:

“To be a god…”

Wrinkled hands steepled together in thought. “It…could be a choice. A concept. Or it could simply be. Could a collapsing star not be considered a god? Time? Space? Must a god have sentience, beholden to the epics of man, or must it wield an uncompromising truth, a law of existence? Before man, before thought, could godhood even exist?”

The old man smiles, and leans back in his chair. “I think it is an ineffable question that has many true answers, none of which can in and of themselves alone offer a solution completely. To me, what makes a god is divided. They are equally as much how they are viewed by others, as they are defined by the forces that make up their whole.”

“On the scale of things, a cat is a god to an ant, and an ocean is a god to a cat. One of these things holds thought, and the other is but a force, yet to their subjects, they are equally unknowable and terrific.”

“Hm. Insightful, as always, but also not entirely helpful.”

Another week of strange power outbursts and moment of… not disassociation so much as detachment, being mentally sucked into pockets of understanding that are overwhelming and exhausting has brought her back to the library.

“I suppose when it’s such a nebulous term, it’s hard to pin down what a process looks like… the thing is, most new gods today are works of fiction - as in they’re created within the context of fiction, not pursuit of true understanding or faith. So I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for a god. I could be standing right on top of some, I don’t know, sacred domain and I’d have no idea.

I don’t suppose you have any origin stories lying around?”

[egodraconis]

"To be a god..."

Wrinkled hands steepled together in thought. "It...could be a choice. A concept. Or it could simply be. Could a collapsing star not be considered a god? Time? Space? Must a god have sentience, beholden to the epics of man, or must it wield an uncompromising truth, a law of existence? Before man, before thought, could godhood even exist?"

The old man smiles, and leans back in his chair. "I think it is an ineffable question that has many true answers, none of which can in and of themselves alone offer a solution completely. To me, what makes a god is divided. They are equally as much how they are viewed by others, as they are defined by the forces that make up their whole."

"On the scale of things, a cat is a god to an ant, and an ocean is a god to a cat. One of these things holds thought, and the other is but a force, yet to their subjects, they are equally unknowable and terrific."

“…What makes a god, do you think? What separates them from… I don’t know, other entities, pushes them over the scale?”

[egodraconis]

"I will give them one chance to try, though I wont guarantee their safety for it. Go ahead. See how far you can get before it all comes crashing down. I could use the exercise."

Several small portals open up throughout the shop, though a single hand reaches out and grabs ahold of the rather expensive diamond perched precariously in the window facing the street.

“I mean, go ahead if you want to get bitten by a dragon…”

@egodraconis

[egodraconis]

"Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so?"

"To suffer is to live, dear one. It is a test, something we all must overcome. If you cannot suffer, can you truly call yourself alive?"

"Also, your nose scrunches up and you get this very focused look on your face and quite frankly, it is adorable."

[egodraconis]

GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS. 

❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞

❝ Don’t sass me in front of the internet. ❞

❝ Follow your stupid fucking dreams. ❞

❝ Come at me scrub lord, I’m ripped. ❞

❝ I just wanna have sex with space. ❞

❝ Get in the tub with me, daddy. ❞

❝ Will you just relax and let me kill for money? ❞

❝ That sounds like your problem. Fuck you. ❞

❝ Stay in school. Don’t do drugs. Eat your teeth. ❞ 

❝ Make like a tree and fucking die. ❞

❝ Dude just…just pity laugh at least. ❞

❝ Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird. ❞

❝ We are like the Stephen Kings of stupid. ❞

❝ Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so? ❞

❝ Do I have to jerk you off to blow your mind? ❞

❝ I haven’t had so much fun since I killed my parents. ❞

❝ Unfortunately I had sex with a guy/girl over the weekend. ❞

❝ What’s a vegetarian zombie say? GRAAAAAAAINS. ❞

❝ Revenge is a best dish served fuck you. ❞

❝ Who wears pants anymore? So 2015. ❞

❝ I need an ice cream sandwich and a gentle blowjob. ❞

❝ Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. ❞

❝ The bananas has gone bad! ❞

❝ I cared for those bananas! I raised them with my own two feet! ❞

❝ Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke. ❞

❝ What if everyone just had constant helicopter dick? ❞

❝ [ name ], does getting me wet fill you with determination? ❞

❝ I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian. ❞

❝ Wouldn’t it be funny if, like, you lost a family member? ❞

❝ These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed’. ❞ 

❝ Call me One Direction ‘cause my relevancy is dropping by the day. ❞ 

❝ One time I killed a person and I didn’t report it to the police. ❞

❝ I wanna take a girl to the Grand Canyon, fuck her, and throw her in. ❞ 

❝ Nothing like a gunshot wound to the face to really mellow someone out. ❞ 

❝ If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst! ❞ 

❝ [ name ], I’m on a date with a guy/girl right now and you’re embarrassing me. ❞

❝ I’ve made a decision. I’m gonna in the kitchen, gonna open the dishwasher, and I’m gonna climb inside. ❞

❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified. ❞

❝ I could pee on this couch, right now, no problem, while looking you directly in the eyes.❞ 

❝ Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’ ❞

❝ All of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are blue, except for three of them. And there are four. ❞ 

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

❝ I’m gonna throw you out the window. We don’t even have any windows in this room…I’m gonna carve out a window and throw you through it. ❞ 

❝ DO IT YOU SACK OF SHIT! – Sorry. That didn’t come out as encouraging as I meant it to. ❞

❝ [ name ], if there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.❞

❝ If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else. ❞

❝ Next time we make love, [ name ], would you please refer to me as your sweet cakey treasure? ❞   

❝ I try to show at least one other human-being my butt hole every single day. ❞

❝ The only people who don’t like sluts are the people who don’t get any. ❞ 

❝ Have you ever though of a career in driving people fucking insane? Because you are already a PRO at it. ❞ 

❝ I am actively looking for ways to get you to shut the fuck up. ❞

❝ First of all, you have to stop calling it ‘Mary Jane.’ That’s the first rule of stonerdom. People will think you’re a fucking narc. ❞

❝ First of all, no one says ‘pot-eyes’, you fuckin’ narc. ❞

❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞

❝ When you walk outside there are three elements of nature that you must avoid: snow, wind, and bees. ❞ 

❝ Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.” ❞

[egodraconis]

Woodland by Petra van Impelen

[egodraconis]

"I have no clue what you're talking about, I never hear a noise in my cave. Side note: dogs and hammerhead sharks are also omnivores yet you do not see them failing to bite things. But if it troubles you so, let one of the children or benji accompany you. I'm sure they'd love the exercise.

"Pray, it's more like one thirtieth, but I get your meaning."

egodraconis‌:

“No, you just will begin like. Blanking. Like when you walk into a room and forget why you’re there. Attempting to record it causes that until you stop. ALSO STOP TRYING TO FIND LOOPHOLES.”

“And listen…would you really enjoy this relationship twice as much if I couldnt keep up to your wit and barbs? It would be woefully bland conversationally.”

“I’m only trying to find loopholes because I keep getting lost, and when I shout for help I just hear that… that noise. That rumbling noise you insist is nothing but I know for a fact is you laughing. And then something bites me again, and I can’t even bite back because of my omnivorous bone structure.”

“And no, I wouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get exasperated. Hard to one-up something when I’m a tenth your size, I can’t reach.”

[egodraconis]

"No, you just will begin like. Blanking. Like when you walk into a room and forget why you're there. Attempting to record it causes that until you stop. ALSO STOP TRYING TO FIND LOOPHOLES."

"And listen...would you really enjoy this relationship twice as much if I couldnt keep up to your wit and barbs? It would be woefully bland conversationally."

egodraconis‌:

“Oh, I mean you literally can’t. Memory charms. Anything that ISN’T a dragon cannot recall my cave to any extent well enough to map it. Gotta rely on memory alone hon.

“Also, that’s not my fault. That’s on you and your genetic history.”

“Not even if I’m drawing the map while I’m in it? Although you’d probably bite me at that point. Or the map will change in my hands, or… christ, I don’t know, a fucking goblin will emerge from a wall and yell at me for cheating.”

“And I didn’t choose to be a human any more than you chose to be a primordial spirit. Although we’re both choosing to be smartasses.”

[egodraconis]

"Oh, I mean you literally can't. Memory charms. Anything that ISN'T a dragon cannot recall my cave to any extent well enough to map it. Gotta rely on memory alone hon.

"Also, that's not my fault. That's on you and your genetic history."

egodraconis‌:

“Hey? Hey. You are fully welcome to bite whatever it was back. Also, it’s not that I won’t let you, it’s that you can’t. Big difference.”

“I glow purple under varying forms of stimuli and have come back from the dead four times. “Can’t” is a subjective term. Also, you know human teeth are not great for aggressive biting, right? Our faces are too flat.”

[egodraconis]

"Hey? Hey. You are fully welcome to bite whatever it was back. Also, it's not that I won't let you, it's that you can't. Big difference."

egodraconis‌:

“Do you expect me to fight this? That hoard is a point of pride for me. None come close to it.”

“I know, and you won’t even let me make a map of the damn place. I’m pretty sure something bit me at one point.”

[egodraconis]

"Do you expect me to fight this? That hoard is a point of pride for me. None come close to it."

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“You are.”

[egodraconis]

"Not here," he breathed, hand clasped firmly to his ribs. The paid that radiated from the wound threatened to suck the air from each breath, the intruding object still lodged between his bones. "Could be eyes. In the woods."

But he reached out with his free arm as a silent plea for help, not trusting his legs in this form to keep him vertical. "Ambulence won't help, it's not...they cannot..."

Arik couldn't concentrate on finishing his words, only on the instinct to find safe shelter to nurse the wound.

Also dagger but reverse, for I am greedy

“Arik? Arik!” The white shirt he had on was stained red, and he was bent over - and he wasn’t shifting. She ran over and tried to look at the wound, half-panicking. Would shifting heal him? Would it make things worse? “What happened?! Should i call an ambulance?”

[egodraconis]

It seemed near impossible the speed he hurtled the couch with, but within the space of a breath he was there at her side. A panicked glance and a supporting hand was given as he tried to bite back the stream of questions he wished to loose but knew wouldnt quicken her mending.

"You fool," Arik whispered instead, "One second, but sit-sit, to stand will only lose more."

He hurried himself with finding the medical supplies Lorelei always had on hand nowadays, trying to shake the scent of blood that clung to his senses even a room away. Damn his other nature, sometimes.

"If you die on me I will lock you in a padded cell after," he threatened on return, handing her the gauze. "Let me see."

Dagger!

Lorelei staggered in with her hand on her side, expression twisted in pain. The black cloth didn’t give the problem away, but it was raining outside, and the water trickling down her thigh was stained red. Her other hand gripped a knife, washed clean but still gripping a piece of fabric.

“bandage…” she managed to sputter out loud, wincing with each step.

[egodraconis]

crystallomance:

“The Andes.” Lorelei shook her head even as she walked to the kitchen. “I have leftovers from last night, I don’t know if you like beef stew…”

She opened the fridge and stared into it; a lot was being processed rather quickly, and she was just… at a loss. What the fuck. What the fuck.

She pulled out the tupperware to see Benji on the ground, shuffling towards the stranger and trying to sniff his shoes.

“I would...if I had not subsisted mostly on cows and other hooved beasts the past months.” He gave a sideways grin, though to no one as her back was turned. “Perhaps...we could go downstairs?”

“Nothing against your cooking!” He continues, somewhat backpedalling - perhaps he wasn’t quite as ready to be human again as he thought, “or how I remember it but - well, human mouth, different tastes, GODS do I miss sweets.”

“Ah-and hello you,” he croons, bending to pet the Not-Quite-a-Dog. “I remember you! You tried to eat me quite a few times. But I’m bigger now.”

Saudade (closed thread)

[egodraconis]

"Oh?" He hummed, pressing his lips to her forehead, chuckling deep in his throat. "I guess I must, then."

And he did. Pressing kisses against her brow, gently over close eyes, across her cheek - all the while piercing the space between them with, "you...have...to...get...up...eventually."

"If you don't wake up on your own, I'll kiss you awake."

“Mm… you might have to.” It was torrential outside, gray and gloomy, and she had no desire to get up and face the day. On the other hand, she always had a desire for kisses.