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jellyaibo · 2 years ago

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i want to hear ur thoughts abt object terror, you philosophor

so disclaimer i havent seen OT in fucking months so this insane ramble isnt gna be. the best but

object terror is one of the best worst fucking object shows ive ever seen, literally the PRIME example of some edgy kid trying to make an object show that isnt ur grandmas object show. no. this is the REAL shit and they say SLURS and theres BLOOD and GORE (yes im serious theres blood and gore and death but itsnot that bad, definitely a bit shocking if u didnt expect it to happen tho)

theres also shitty voice acting and terrible mic quality galore, EX: theres a fucking cup that had this dogshit mic for the longest fucking time and it deadass sounded like bro was talking into a washing machine ohmy god, i remember there was a clip of him going around on twitter a while ago cuz of this (i think that was my first time seeing anything from OT too so theres that)

OH and theres cactus, i barely remember anything abt him but he had this fucking emotionless voice that made me HYSTERICAL. there was a scene where someone got him pissed and he said "you take that back" with. absolutely no emotion at all and since then me and my friends keep fucking quoting that line cuz its the funniest fucking shit ever

btw that slur line i said earlier wasnt a joke, one of the characters straight up drops the R SLUR in the FIRST EPISODE (funnily enough, that character became the creators objectsona i think? ik they kinda used him as a mascot for a bit which is so fucking funny) tho i dont think they drop anymore slurs after that but dont take my word on it

anyways i gotta talk abt my favorite fucking part abt this fucking show before i get to. mint

THESE FUCKING CUNTS.

before i watched object terror i got fucking warned abt these two because there was a . homophobic scene w them or some shit and i had NO idea what it was for the longest time so i was really excited to see what object homophobia was gna be graced upon my faggotly eyes

and then theyjust. started making out randomly. LIKE OUTTA NOWHERE and there were other characters there that were gna try to attack/kill them? but then they saw them kissing and were like omg ewww boys (i think. the stuff that happens after this scene is kinda blurry tbh and im NOT gonna go back and watch the clip to see what happens ok. i REFUSE) and im sorry but thats the best fucking object show scene ever

AND LIKE? IDK? MAYBE ITS JUST ME BUT I DONT GET WHY I SAW PPL SAY THIS WAS HOMOPHOBIC???? i dunno maybe its just me but like these two just kissed while watching tv and eating chicken AND NOTHING BAD HAPPENED TO THEM!!! THEY LITERALLY WON IMMUNITY BY THE END OF THE EPISODE TOO. THEY WON. THE GAYS WON. and its so fucking funny to me bro object terror LOVES the gays

ok now i need to talk about mint im sorry i hate this fucking thing so much I NEED TO KILL HIM WITH A ROCK!!!! FFFUCK!!

hes literally just taco ii but 100x worse, i dont even like tacos evil arc or whatever cuz i always found her annoying BUT MINT IS SO MUCH WORSE

never in my. almost 2 years of watching object shows have i ever hated a character so fucking much LIKE GENUINELY THIS THING MAKES ME SO FRUSTRATED. hes just that. lol XD random character FOR THE WHOLE SERIES. just annoying and loud and does literally fucking nothing AND THE JOKES W HIM ARE SO FORCED I SWEAR THEY STOPPED . EVERYTHING THAT WAS GOING ON IN AN EPISODE JUST TO FOCUS ON THIS MOTHERFUCKER CUZ HE WAS GONNA DO SOMETHING FUNNY. im not mad that im missing out on some "juicy" object terror "lore" im just pissed that i have to see this fucking disgrace on my screen

oh and in the latest episode (as of now, the series isnt actually finished yet and i hope to god it never gets continued) SUDDENLY mint has a fucking arc THAT WAS NEVER FORESHADOWED AT ALL IN THE SERIES!! SO SUDDENLY HES A SMART GENIUS THAT COULD DO ANYTHING CUZ HE HAS MACHINES N SHIT AND A WHOLE ASS LABORATORY ??????? THEN HE FUCKING DIES

do you know how many fucking. mid and uninteresting characters we had to lose for him

DO YOU KNOW THE LOSSES I HAD TO DEAL WITH CUZ OF HIM

he lived for too fuckig long in this show dammit it pisses me off that he's even a character that exists . i blame him for being the reason why i hate joke characters (except david ily david bfdi)

i dont wanna talk abt him anymore im gonna

OK OK BUT. 1 more thing. smore

smore is this guy that they introduced later on in the series and hes a FUCKING. DEMON FROM HELL and i need him so bad actually

i think at some point he tries to . kill mint too so im literaly making out with him rn oh my god HES SO

im so mad hes in object terror IM GETTING YOU OUTTA THERE BABY ‼ ‼ 🗣🗣

honestly tho he was so cool im a little mad that they introduced him so late into the show CUZ WE ONLY SEE HIM FOR LIKE 2 EPISODES GRAHHHH RAAGHHHH babygirl

anyways thats it i feel like theres more but im not gonna wring out any more object terror knowledge from my brain i think that'll kill me

hope u enjoyed my insanity anon heres a loser . hope this heals you

#long post #seriously i mean it #dear god im not fucking normal #are u happy #ask

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aceofspadegrass · 4 years ago

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Superhero AU

Okay okay, listen. Imagine them being superheros/villains.

So Arisu, Karube, Chota, and Shibuki are regular adults doing normal adult things, nothing changes about that. Shibuki is a part of this because she can, she’s just pals with a group of dudes and doesn’t mind it at all because they’re all genuinely good people.

Anyways, because life wanted to fuck with them, something happens. Maybe it was a shady guy giving them weird drinks or jewelry or whatever, maybe it was a freak accident that gave them powers. Whatever the cause was, they receive powers out of their control at first and are now tasked with using said powers for the greater good of humanity.

Why? Well the city they’ve lived in all their lives has been terrorized by a villainous group, or maybe separate villains that just so happen to be in the area. Either way, the group is tasked with protecting the city or else terrible things will continue to happen. The city was already being protected by one group of heroes, but the villains are getting more and more frisky and dangerous.

So now it’s up to them to help. Yay.

Arisu and his friends do form their own mini superhero team, because there’s nothing better than fighting alongside your friends. :D

Arisu was tasked with the nice power of what can be counted as future sight and analytical planning. Basically he can track the future movements of anyone within a room as well as problem solve in case a problem has occurred. Example being that they are stuck in a rapidly flooding room with ninjas… or something like that. He’d be able to not only track the ninjas movements but also seek a way to escape the room before they all drown. When he does this time effectively stops for him, like a game where he has to make choices that appear in front of him and allow him time to think before acting.

Karube gets a sort of super strength ability. It thankfully isn’t one where he has it at full power all the time, or else some things may get a bit convoluted, but when he puts his mind to it he can punch and kick and shatter a spine if he really wanted to. He can manipulate it as well so it can fit more daily needs, like opening a tough pickle jar, so it’s handy.

Chota has the power to see through walls and record them, which can be handy in case there’s something the others needs to see but is obscured. He also can turn it off and on at will, and Shibuki makes sure he isn’t doing it for anything dirty (because this power can be used entirely for really bad intents). It at the very least makes his eyes like projectors when he shows the others the recording (which is as long as he can keep his eyes open. When he blinks it cut the recording there) and can only hold one recording at a time as the power overwrites it each time.

Shibuki gets the power of oral/written word manipulation. It’s like a super version of hypnosis really, where she can get anyone to follow her requests without much resistance. That is, unless the person has an immunity or high resistance to it. It in itself sounds like a weak power compared to the others, but words are powerful depending on what she says, and for her it doesn’t have to be in close contact or even spoken. Shibuki can induce her power into a written sentence or small paragraph and trick her victim into reading it. It all depends on her getting to her intended victim.

Together, they form a pretty formidable team together and protect the city, although they do have to work to make a name for themselves. Which gives the added bonus of villains gunning for them. How fun.

Of course they’re not the only superhero group in the city, just the newest ones. The other team, which had been previously keeping the villains at bay, end up hearing about this new team, and their leader gets interested in them.

So what ends up happening is that the leader and his right hand man meet Arisu and the others at the local coffee shop, because obviously this is super important and all important things happen in cafes or bars somehow.

The leader simply introduces himself as Hatter, and his right hand as Aguni. Arisu already knew about them from news articles, and occasionally fangames about them. Anyways, Hatter questions them on random things, mostly about their work ethics and how willing they are to put their lives into this city. Not everyone is prepared to have a whole population on their shoulders after all, and there’s always a loom of death over their heads at all times.

Of course Arisu falters for a bit, nobody wants to die an early death out of their control, but it was also for the greater good. So he (and the others) state that they were completely willing to help their community, because it meant other people can live their lives knowing that they can be safe from the threats that are outside normal human abilities.

Well Hatter loved their spunk, and he ends up inviting them to come join his little Hero Union so they could have a little less to worry about on their plates. After a bit of conversation the four end up agreeing, and Hatter takes them to an apartment building that he owns, which double as a superhero base for his (and now Arisu’s) team. The base serves as free housing and availability to weapons and immediate medical attention in case they need it. Hatter didn’t mind if they preferred their old homes instead, the offer always remains.

Especially the medical bay. Superhero business is tough work.

Arisu and his friends eventually meet up with Hatter’s team of heroes.

Hatter, the leader, has the power of what Arisu can only explain it as ‘The Power of Teamwork’. It basically works in two ways: A) Hatter can summon hordes of anything he puts his mind to, although only can keep one horde at a time, and the amount entirely depends on how many he can muster. The less energy he has, the smaller the horde. This is ridiculously powerful, but it drains a lot out of him so he can’t do this half too much. Plus he can’t control the horde that much, outside of one simple command which they will do until they perish. B) Hatter can boost his teammate’s powers. This one is much easier on his bones, but the boost again reflects on his own ability to muster it up. There’s no limit to how many people he can boost, but the more he does the less each person gets.

Aguni has plant manipulation (Mmm delicious Chlorokinesis….), and can therefore summon and control any plant in any way that he chooses. He can make them grow and move in any way that he wants them to, however he can only do so in sunlight, so he has to rely on natural strength or weapons at night. Aguni also can summon plants from his hands, although not trees, and it doesn’t hurt him as long as it isn’t a cactus. When he summons from his hand it simply undergoes a fast forwarded version of its growth, which looks cool as fuck.

Ann is the resident necromancer, as well as owning the ability to test any substance or object for origin or ownership on the spot just by touching it (It works through gloves don’t worry). She usually doesn’t act on her necromancy powers often, and when she does it doesn’t last long, only using it to temporarily gain information from the dead or heal dead tissue on a living person. Her superhero work mainly resides off-field, but she is still capable outside of it.

Chishiya has both invisibility and teleportation, which explains for itself. He can remain invisible for as long as he wishes, although is still tangible to others, and can still interact with objects. Teleportation can happen in any area as long as he is aware of the area existing. Chishiya can also teleport while invisible and remains as such, so the only thing keeping him from being a little shit for everyone’s privacy is his own morals. Anything he wears becomes invisible with him, but anything he carries does not, however will teleport with him.

Kuzuryuu has a power similar to Arisu’s future sight, however it works that he only sees a justifiable future depending on events that has been shown or described to him. Basically, he takes in what he’s given and sees what would be the best possible solution to take based on that information. It’s not perfect, as any new information given changes his future sight, even if the information is false. If he can’t disprove it he has to include it. He also can’t see any factors that he isn’t able to know.

Niragi has what basically is ‘Glitching in Real Life’. Basically any silly glitch or cheat mechanic that a game could have, he can do. It’s a bit of a broken power (literally), but it also can be dangerous if he isn’t careful because he isn’t in a game and is still human. Any object he interacts with can share the glitch ability, but only one at a time, and Niragi still has to comply with some rules of physics. So… he can’t breathe if he clips into anything solid. However it is extremely funny to watch him repeatedly jump and freeze objects in the air to stand on.

Mira has a power that counts as hypnosis, but convoluted. She basically makes everything a game, and the loser has to comply to the conditions set in place. Usually they are quick and simple games, but the conditions can be brutal depending on how she feels like. She of course is also liable to the conditions, so she finds it in her favour to win.

Last Boss gets sharp pointy summons. It’s exactly how it sounds, he gets to summon anything sharp (and by anything it means anything) and use it however he wants. It ranges from swords to glass shards to thumb tacks to just a very sharp spoon handle. Last Boss doesn’t even have to hold it, as he can summon them to shoot from the ground or specifically rain on a target.

Anyways, they have to get along and protect the city when they can. Hatter lets Arisu to continue protecting with his little group of friends, but also lets him borrow one of his people if he needs their help, with consent from the other party of course.

( Does Mira end up evil in this? No, thankfully. However every time she speaks about her past Arisu is low-key convinced she might have been a supervillain at one point and is just in retirement as a hero now)

Usagi is also a part of this, but she’s instead a solo hero who works on her own terms and slowly gets integrated into Arisu’s little friend group. She does help them on occasion, but prefers to just vibe and climb things instead of focusing all her time in hero work. Her powers are in the same vein, in that she can climb any surface she wants without risk of falling if she doesn’t want to fall.

No shame in that. She knows Arisu has all the help he needs and helps only when she needs to be. They can be friends outside of hero work.

Does she get kidnapped a few times in an attempt to be leverage for Arisu? Yeah. Does she manage to escape on her own terms a few times? Yeah. Usagi is simply trying to vibe and be supportive in this AU.

Kuina and Tatta are both normal civilians in this. Kuina is Chishiya’s friend and acts as his normalcy factor, because hero work takes a lot out of a person and even Chishiya deserves some time where he doesn’t have to think about being a hero for people he actually doesn’t emotionally feel for.

Tatta just works at the local coffee shop and occasionally as maintenance for the apartment base. He also acts as a sense of normalcy for everyone. Just a good friend all around.

#aib #alice in borderland #arisu ryohei #karube daikichi #chota segawa #shibuki saori #hatter #takeru danma #morizono aguni #ann rizuna #chishiya shuntaro #kuzuryuu keiichi #niragi suguru #mira kano #last boss #takatora samura #usagi yuzuha #kuina hikari #tatta kodai #my rambling went on longer than I expected #me: oh wells it gets the point across #yes I could've made some of them villains but today they can just all be teammates #that way any drama between them is between friends #some of these powers are better to stay on the good side because hot dang imagine the terror if they used it for bad #just imagine niragi glitching through walls because doors take too long #his glitch power also extends that yes niragi can cheat infinite bullets on his gun #kuina and tatta also get used as ransom sometimes for being associated with the heroes #but kuina can hold her own usually #and tatta.... can't #but! he also can manage to convince his way out long enough for help to come at least

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glapplebloom · 3 years ago

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And unlike Ahab, I’ve landed a good number of them!

What is a White Whale? Besides the obvious actual animal that no decent person should even hurt, it is an objective that is relentlessly or obsessively pursued but difficult to achieve. And for me, it's researching characters for Death Battle. Previous White Whales I got were Sonic for Mario Vs Sonic 2, Hal Jordan for Green Lantern Vs Ben 10, Red Ranger for Leonardo Vs the Red Ranger, Akuma for Akuma Vs Shao Khan, and as you can guess the next match. So while I still have one more researched match, it's not really one of my big gets. So today, I would like to highlight 10 (technically 11) of my most wanted research assignments. When will these happen? That’s what makes them White Whales.

1 - Anything Powerpuff Girls

I am a big time Powerpuff Girls fan and I can’t wait till Death Battle actually does this. Between HIM, Mojo Jojo and any three of the Powerpuff Girls, you got plenty of options for Death Battle competitors. Now the question is who could they fight. I’m always a big fan of HIM vs Bill Cipher. Mojo is a gold mine for possible matchups. And any one of the girls would do a fine job representing the Powerpuff Girls. All that matters is finding the right matchup and getting assigned it.

2 - The Silver Surfer

Like the Ghost Rider, I grew up getting the Silver Surfer comics in the mail. I still have the #50 issue that if I got graded I could make a pretty penny. I would love to read all the old Silver Surfer Comics I grew up with and all the new stuff that came out since then. I’ve even read about how he found another love and technically survived the big bang. Would love to know the details about this. And we can’t talk about the Silver Surfer without the guy who made him the Surfer he is…

3 - Galactus

Galactus is a fascinating character. An all powerful space entity who doesn’t have any desires positive and negative about other creatures but is considered a dangerous threat because he has to feed and the only thing that can satisfy his hunger are worlds filled with life. Imagine how much fun it would be to see just how powerful he can be. I even heard he actually crossed over into the Ultimate universe. Would be fun to see how that turned out.

4 - Scooby Doo

Scooby Doo is a fascinating franchise. So many series with so many styles, continuities and philosophies, Scooby Doo can be anywhere from goofy and silly to serious and action packed. Even the newest movie Trick or Treat Scooby Doo shows just how much life there still is in the Scooby Doo franchise. I would love to go through all the episodes and movies to see just what Scooby Doo is really capable of.

5 - Darkwing Duck

He is the Terror that Flaps in the Night. He is the matchup you get when you want a different opponent for that character. He’s Darkwing Duck! I would love to bring one of my favorite Cartoon Ducks to Death Battle. I would say Daffy or Donald but that would be like picking a favorite child. So to bring the Masked Mallard in Death Battle will be an honor.

6 - Tenchi Muyo

I grew up with Tenchi when it was on Toonami. To bring in Tenchi himself or even Ryoko would be a treat for me. To revisit that series, read the manga and find out exactly where all this Washi is a goddess thing is.

7 - The Undertaker and Cactus Jack

Macho Man showed us the silly side of wrestling thanks to his many external activities. But if you want to see just how far wrestling can get, these two are the big fish. With the Undertaker, you have the most deep lore possible, with demons and devils and universal writing capabilities. With Cactus Jack, you have the most brutal and dangerous side where you can lose an ear and still be wrestling or be caught in an exploding barbed wire ring. The complete tonal opposite of Macho Man.

8 - Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog

A match I keep suggesting is a Cartoon Sonic Battle Royal. And as much as I love Sonic Boom, I want to give my attention to the Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog. I think they can bring a lot more to the table than people think they could. After all, while Archie was inspired by SatAM, it's the AotSh tone that made Archie the broken thing it is.

9 - Outlaw Star

Outlaw Star is another anime I grew up with when it was on Toonami. You have a lot of fun characters to use: "Twilight" Suzuka with her wooden sword that can cut metal. Aisha Clanclan the alien with a powerful secondary form. And Gene Starwind with possibly the most fun weapon in his Caster Gun. I would love to relive this series and see just how well they can do in a Death Battle.

10 - Punisher

My earliest memory of Frank Castle was a crossover comic with Batman. How he was willing to kill the Joker right then and there but Batman stopped him. Then years later, during the Civil War, I see Frank Castle refusing to fight back despite Capt. America beating him up. Refusing to do so during training during the war and refusing to fight back despite Rogers being extremely mad. Because he respects the costume too much to go against him. I would love to show why he does what he does and why he believes no one should replicate what he does.

#research bin

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 4 years ago

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Trinkets, 38: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A worn mercenary banner consisting of one rusty old spearhead atop a long wooden shaft. Five feet down from the head there rests a cross-piece four feet long tied to the shaft. From that hangs flag itself; A field of scarlet with nine hanged men in black and six yellow daggers in the upper left and lower right quadrants, respectively, while the upper right quadrant features a shattered skull and the lower left boasts a bird of prey astride a severed head. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize it as the Standard of the Black Company a free mercenary company who can trace their history back hundreds of years through their well-documented archives.

A corrupted magic charm made of the skull a human who died in terror and with regrets. The bone is wrapped with dried kelp and algae, and the skull’s forehead and dome is inscribed with strange sigils made from flower pigments. The entire bonecharm hums with power, creating a faint but distinctive ‘song’ that the spiritually perceptive can hear.

A scroll covered with depictions of constellations.

A shattered mask, once belonging to an ecclesiastic of the occult. Though broken this mask still retains a trace of its original purpose. It hums with faint whispers when worn. They demand an offering.

A one gallon cask of Brewer's Pudding, an alcoholic “drink” so thick that the bartender needs to cut it like a loaf of bread to serve it. Bartenders typically put it in a bowl with lager poured over top, which slowly changes the "drink's" consistency similar to that of pudding. More squalid taverns sometimes serve it between slices of bread as a sandwich.

A gnarled pipe smells strongly of cinnamon and fish, disturbing your digestion. Its bowl has constellations etched around it.

A small, ragged figure crafted from human bone and hair, posed as though shading its eyes to see a long distance.

A charm bracelet of silver chain with five shield-shaped charms. The shields have various religious icons for luck. It's covered in dried blood on it, suggesting the previous owner wasn't that lucky.

A shifting monochromatic geometric, glass prism.

An ironwood skeleton key inlaid with spiraling lines of silvery mithril, and etched with flowing Sylvan script that reads “May this world know some measure of my skill as I depart to the next.”

—Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A scroll covered with depictions of constellations.

A gnarled pipe smells strongly of cinnamon and fish, disturbing your digestion. Its bowl has constellations etched around it.

A small, ragged figure crafted from human bone and hair, posed as though shading its eyes to see a long distance.

A charm bracelet of silver chain with five shield-shaped charms. The shields have various religious icons for luck. It's covered in dried blood on it, suggesting the previous owner wasn't that lucky.

A shifting monochromatic geometric, glass prism.

An ironwood skeleton key inlaid with spiraling lines of silvery mithril, and etched with flowing Sylvan script that reads “May this world know some measure of my skill as I depart to the next.”

A smoking pipe made with a stem of gnarled wood and a deep bowl made of yellowed bone. The bowl has mystical lettering and runes carved into it.

A porcelain teapot inscribed with ancient symbols. A blue snake-like dragon coils around the pot, its body forming the handle and its mouth forming the spout.

A psaltery made from the darkest ebony wood. Its back is slightly curved with an indentation in the base so that it sits nicely on the player's lap. Inlayed in its face is a twisted branch covered in beautiful cherry blossoms. As the instrument is played the blossoms seem to fall away to reveal that the branch is not a branch at all but the bony hand of a skeleton.

An ornate lacquered box containing a set of spoons, thirteen in number. Each is topped with a tiny figure that represents one of the Immortal Heroes of an eastern cult that is thought to be extinct. In that cult, the spoons are considered a valuable prize that proves the courage and skill of its members. The set would be decently valuable to a collector or otherwise interested buyer.

An alabaster vase that has bas-relief figures of goddesses in skimpy clothing in provocative poses. Knowledgeable PC’s can identify the goddesses are in fact the handmaidens of the Martyr Prophet and even to depict them clothed is a right arrogated to the Prophet’s priesthood. The vase itself would be counted a blasphemy by the Prophet’s followers.

An oil lamp no larger than two cupped hands that’s both delicate and fearful. Unlike more common lamps of brass or even common earthenware, the lamp is forged of hair-thin and glittering black iron, cool to the touch. It bears a single looped handle, and is covered in finely rendered etchings of arabesques and stylized wings.

A number of sealed oval tins containing fillets of true monkfish in brine. The fish’s bland pale flesh travels very well and is an imperishable as a saint’s, hence its name. The fillets are filling an nourishing and there are enough tins to equate to 2d4+1 days’ worth of trail rations.

A large, cracked, spiral horn of some great beast, bound in silver and caked in blood. When blown, hot winds and swirling sands erupt from the mouth. All who hear the horn’s call are urged to fight with the unrelenting fury of desert storm.

A cerulean-blue semi-solid stone that is nearly translucent, and shines with an internal blue light.

An onyx hair pin topped with a golden sphere accented by ivory flowers. It's covered in dust and the sphere is a bit oxidized, but with some proper cleaning it might be a suitable gift for the daughter of a noble.

A black-green beeswax candle decorated with carvings of birds. The wick seems to be made out of gold threads. It faintly smells of ash and seawater.

A constantly-shifting jigsaw puzzle made of of muscle and viscera.

A dull green glass bottle, filled with transparent oil that rolls about like the sea's tides. Its label, written in Undercommon, reads "Immortality." It is sealed with a deep black cork, and if opened reeks of skunk spray.

A small stone that ticks evenly like a finely wound clock. Everyone who hears the stone becomes convinced that the stone must remain locked away or something very bad will happen.

A commemorative porcelain plate of the last royal wedding.

A jigsaw puzzle consisting of occult symbols that when fully completed opens a portal to that which the user desires most in the world. There are three pieces missing.

A black robe covered in tattered and worn crow feathers, almost giving the illusion of wings when the arms are raised.

A flexible skin tight, black-silk mask that covers the bearer’s face with just a slit exposing the eyes and perforations at the nose and mouth.

A wide iron-studded dog collar.

A sealed one gallon cask filled with a smoky, spicy spirit akin to weaker tequila. This aperitif is made from a flowering cactus found deep in the deserts heart. When drunk, it causes memories to flow more freely to the drinker's minds forefront, often sparking intense feelings of nostalgia or regret. If overindulged, it could even dislodged repressed memories, forgotten dreams, and other things forgotten (deliberately or otherwise).

A gilded wineglass fashioned from a human skull and set with lapis lazuli.

A set of seven humanoid shaped obsidian pendants.

A dark green egg-shaped stone has been worn away on one side to reveal a rough, vivid purple interior. Knowledgeable PC's can identify the mineral as a geode.

A metal mask resembling a deformed man with a protruding tongue, often worn by wrong-doers before they are paraded through the streets as punishment.

The "alchemical" recipe and blueprint for a "Big Mama", a strange series of nested barrels filled with gunpowder and nails and designed to detonate from a fuse.

A bloodstained scrap of parchment with a list of several names, including a couple of the PC’s. All but one of the non-PC names are crossed out.

A small silver bracelet fashioned in the style of a serpent with two small cyan-colored stones for eyes.

A beautiful, multicolored glass sculpture that seems to take different shapes depending on the angle it is viewed from. From one angle, a mother and child, from another a proud warrior, all in vibrant color and exquisite detail. There are eight distinct scenes visible, one from each cardinal direction.

A delicate tea set made of beautifully shaped glass. Each cup has been blown to look like a pair of child-sized hands clasped together, and the tea pot itself has the appearance of a cloaked human female kneeling in offering. Her hands reaching outwards act as the spout for the pot, and her pulled back hood acts as the lid. No liquid ever flows out of the teapot unless one of the cups in the set is directly beneath the spout.

A medium sized hourglass fashioned from dark walnut and brass. Inside, the sands shine in a variety of iridescent colors. There is a slight tinkling sound as they fall, almost like the sound of a music box, carried on the wind.

An exquisite scrimshaw design of dueling dragons made from a harpy claw.

A scepter made with scorched wood, that has an orb of solid, coagulated blood on it's edge.

A floating spherical chess board that when opened, reveals intricately crafted pieces inside it. The pieces magically adhere to the sphere as it floats, and allows you to play without the chessmen falling off.

A small, golden chime, tied with a red ribbon around the handle, that rings softly of its own accord with a bittersweet melody. It makes those who hear it think of sunlight on a coastline that they've never seen, holding the hand of someone they’ve never known.

A battered tin kettle, slightly warm to the touch. Any liquid placed into the kettle will become something almost, but not quite, exactly nothing like tea.

A pair of goggles that allow the bearer to see from the point of view of a random reef fish in some far off sea.

A black and purple scale of some enormous horror of the far realm.

A thick piece of leather on which was branded a prayer of contrition. It says that it is not enough to ask for absolution, penitence must be forced upon the impure. Some sins can only be forgiven with consecrated flame.

A stoppered, green glass bottle wrapped in grimy stained leather and cord. It is filled with an inferior moonshine containing alcohol distilled in the worst possible conditions. The liquor tastes worse than it looks, but provides a small degree of resistance to the horrors of daily life

A rather intricately filigreed belt buckle featuring a stylistic rendering of a heroic figure standing in defiance of a formless darkness looming above it.

A wine bottle sealed with wax containing a rolled vellum scroll.

A burlap pouch containing a handful of wooden tokens marked with a skull and crossbones on one side and "One Grog" on the other.

A jade carving of a flying fish, inexpertly done and with poor detailing.

An invitation to a charity ball rewarded for substantial devotion and contribution to community and individual well being.

A royal decree ordering all land-holding families to send one armed soldier to an official army muster. Any family that fails to respond is in danger of having their ancestral land titles revoked.

A leather plague doctor's mask with silver frames and buckles.

A copper-plated tin badge of a winged heart.

A wooden flute made of red wood with etchings of leaves around part of its base

An oddly shaped curved wand with elven writing carved within. When held at nighttime it helps its owner sleep peacefully to the sounds of nature.

A large wooden chest with many unique pelts, wrapped one inside the other. In the center a small jade figurine of a humanoid with a fish-like face. It is extremely cold to the touch.

A fancy gold coin with two crowns on both faces. It is literally embedded in a small cube of clearest crystal.

A bright red square tablet of unknown material about three inches to a side with a metal plate that slides to open a tiny window through the tablet that reveals a sheet of black material within. It is lighter than stone, metal, or wood and bears no markings other than a rectangle of gummy residue on one side and a small circular metal coin on the reverse.

A rose quartz paperweight shaped like a crushing fist.

A toy horse carved from bone.

A letter with the following written inside "We only need 300 more gold until we can bring her back and live peacefully once again as a family."

An ivory spoon with teardrop handle.

A miniature portrait of a young chestnut-haired beauty set in a silver frame. She appears to be set against the skyline of a metropolitan city on a sea, as though the portrait was painted from a tall building or hillside.

A tin box decorated with an embossing of a ship in a bottle, containing precision woodworking and knot tying tools with telescoping handles.

A fist sized ball of melted copper coins.

A bronze statuette of a chariot, with horses and charioteer.

A child’s painting framed beautifully. The art itself is fairly lacking but the frame is worth a decent amount, even more to someone who appreciates the juxtaposition of incredibly classy and messy.

A silken caul hair net decorated with small semiprecious stones.

An ebon walking stick with a monogrammed silver handle.

A bone pipe carved with intricate crimson sigils; its smoke appears as writhing shades of the damned.

A scrap of dirty parchment bearing a list of names, some of them crossed off. Investigation reveals all of the names on the list are dead people, mostly buried in the Gilded Graveyard. Those who have been crossed off have recently have their graves’ plundered, their bodies stolen. Further investigation still reveals that these were all jurors in the trial of Isabella Rasping, a necromancer convicted of using a zombies as murder weapons during the infamous “Meatpuppet Murders” two centuries ago. She was executed for the crime by her own creations. Isabella has returned as a revenant with unfinished business; she maintains her innocence and believes she can now prove it, and so is gathering the previous jurors for a kind of “retrial."

A ceramic dining plate edged with copper.

A bandolier from which hang a half dozen small securely stoppered flasks. Each is filled with a noxious substance, preserved at the height of its foulness: Human diarrhea, spoiled milk, vomit, cat urine, skunk stink glands and rotting fish. The flasks are flimsy and designed to break apart when they hit something solid and each stopper has a small eye-hook screwed into the cork. They can be thrown, shot from a sling or flask launcher (A modified light crossbow) or a length of twine has be tied to the eye-hook, creating a tripwire trap.

A brass bust of a famed scholar and medic.

An anklet of braided gold and silver worked with small carnelians.

A set of bagpipes made from the skin of a displacer beast, with the drones and chanter carved from its bones.

An antiquated torture device designed for mutilating hands and fingers.

A leather eyepatch with a turquoise stone surrounded by white agate resembling a crude eye.

A stuffed cockatrice clutching a sculpted marble hand in one talon.

An egg, roughly the size of a goose egg but navy blue with mottled flecks of gold leaf, mounted on a round wooden base with a tiny placard that reads "Imaskari Sun Hawk". When touched, the golden flecks on the egg gently glow that grows brighter and softer in time with the heartbeat of the one touching it and there is the sensation of rustling movement from within.

A fragment of a painting torn from a larger canvas depicting an unfamiliar princess.

A family portrait of an infamous noble house whose eyes seem to follow onlookers.

A pale gourd with ornate glyphs painted in black around the cork at its apex and twine braided about it. Try as one might, nobody has ever been able to open the stopper. A thin metallic clinking can be heard when the gourd is shaken.

A delicate pink flower, carefully preserved with magic and will not wilt or break yet preserves its natural beauty.

An old withered hand, no more than skin drawn taut across bones, and tarnished rings hanging loosely from the fingers. The bearer can rattle the rings on the hand which causes the smell of lilies to fills the air around him.

A small metal top seems like an everyday child’s toy except for the skull engraved into a button in the middle.

A sturdy wooden travel case containing a popular board game known as Roundels. It has similar elements to chess but is played on a circular board with a stylized keep. The game is abstract and is supposed to loosely simulate a siege. There is an attacking player and a defending player and each side has some unique pieces in addition to their common pieces. The etiquette of playing Roundels requires players to participate in two games, one as the attacker and the other as defender.

A horse femur that is as light as a feather.

An old yellowed skull that in spite of its lack of eyeballs, seems to be constantly eyeing the bearer.

A length of ivory shaped like a bone, covered in small onyx spiders that look all too real. The arcane rod can be used as an magical focus and is a grisly sight to behold.

A burlap bag large enough to hold a coconut. It is smooth to the touch and found in the color purple with a golden strap.

An arcane wand that is rough to hold and twists like a wild vine.

A translucent green stone the size of a fat grape. The item is sea glass, a fragment of a bottle that washed around the world and back, until it had no sharp edges.

A satyr statuette which increases the libido of everyone within line of sight of it.

A bewitched letter which appears to be addressed to whoever is currently holding it, describing their features and personality in adoring terms.

A small crystal which, when peered through, appears to show alternate universes. Actually a fragment of a much larger crystal, part of a complex device deep in the Old City.

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iamapoopmuffin · 6 years ago

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Victims With Numbers

Fandom: Nanbaka/Corpse Party (crossover) Genre: Horror Characters: Hajime Sugoroku, Samon Gokuu, Kiji Mitsuba, Kenshirou Yozakura, Jyugo, Uno, Nico, Rock, Tsukumo, Liang, Upa, Qi, Honey, Trois, Musashi, Sachiko Shinozaki, Ryou Yoshizawa, Yuki Kanno, Tokiko Tsuji, Yoshikazu Yanagihori, Yoshie Shinozaki, Takamine Yanagihori, some OCs to take the role of Kizami later on instead of actual Kizami Includes major character death.

Chapter 14 of ?

Liang and Keiko had found their way back to the bathroom. The one taped shut with the charms that seared flesh. There had been no further sign of the ghost child, nor of the spirit that had saved Liang before. It truly seemed as if it were just the two of them in that building, though he was sure he could hear footsteps now and then. They'd found little to do, beyond circling the building a few times, trying to find something that might be of use. A way to open the main doors, a clue to where the others may have gone, just anything. At first, the only new thing Liang could note was that someone had scrawled over a flyer stuck to the wall. Before, the flyer had been uninteresting. A bake sale advertisement from before Heavenly Host closed its gates. When they passed the flyer for maybe the third time, it had blood on it. Not in splatters or drops either, no spray or lean. It hadn't just gotten there by mistake. No no, something was written there, scrawled in sloppy and shaky Chinese. Smeared in unsteady blood letters with several jittery mistakes, parts of the lettering reversed, trails where the writer's hand weakened and fell from the paper, and points where the letters went over the edge of the paper and onto the wall instead.

ART ROOM

2 1 7 1 4

111111111KNIIIIIII

DO T R S H OL E R TH

H E L P

It was most likely from the spirit from before. A message to someone, to tell them to meet in the art classroom, just as the spirit had told him verbally, as well as something indeterminable.

Perhaps this message was written for the lost little girl to find.

Perhaps there was someone else here he was supposed to meet with.

Perhaps it was something the man wrote before he died, and the message was never even meant for Liang.

But that begged the question of how many people would actually be here expecting to communicate with their friends in Chinese. From what he could tell, the majority of people trapped here were from Japan, which made sense. The building itself had been Japanese, and the story, the legend of the school and of the deaths was one circulated in Japan. So it must have been meant at the very least for a Chinese speaker. The next question was what did the numbers mean? If the writer was from Nanba, it made sense for him to signal to specific people with numbers, but the numbers used didn't specify any of the inmates, except for maybe Qi and himself. More than anything, that was unnerving. The jumble of 1's and unfinished hanzi only complicated the message further. Something the spirit, possibly, tried to write with the last of his strength, making it an important message, but one that he could not fully tell.

Shortly after this, Keiko's sharp eye had spotted something in one of the cabinets in the art classroom that Liang had overlooked. Beneath a needle-like implement sat a white board, a thin rectangle with writing on it. A charm. If he remembered correctly, there had been similar charms around the temple where he'd grown up. It was Keiko's opinion that the charm might counteract the ones on the bathroom door, and Liang, knowing that if done correctly such things indeed had the potential for great power, had agreed to retrieve it from the cabinet. The door was locked, but unlike the front door, this one could be broken or forced. They just needed something to help them cause a little extra damage. Some of the works of art around the room would have been enough to do the trick - the room still held works from when the room was in use. Children's paintings on the easels, clay and papier-mâché models and chalk doodles stacked in the corner. Some of these items were perfectly innocent creations made by children of the past, including the odd picture or piece that looked very phallic but was undoubtedly just a clumsy drawing of a fruit bowl or animal. Other pieces matched the dark atmosphere of the school. A painting of a person hanging by their neck. A piece of paper with a red scribble and the caption 'man went splat'. A model of a child's hand with what was undeniably blood staining the fingers. Depictions of pain and fear, some in far too much detail to be the work of a child. In the end, Liang had picked up one of the clay models, judging by the scoring a cactus, and used it to break the glass of the cabinet. Taking care not to cut himself, he lifted the charm from its place. There was a genuine power within it, he could feel it.

Which was why they'd chosen to return to the bathroom, charm in hand. No discussion, but no certainty. Liang carefully laid the charm before the doors before stepping back, one arm held out to the side to keep Keiko away from any potential danger ahead of them. At first, it seemed as if nothing was happening, and then he felt the heat. It came off the charm in waves, banishing the icy cold of the abandoned school. It quickly got warm enough that the two of them began to sweat. When the first of the warding spells on the door caught fire, Liang pulled Keiko back a few more steps and held a hand up for some degree of protection. By the time all the spells were alight, the fire burned too bright to look at.

"The school's gonna burn down!" Keiko squeaked in terror. "We can't get out! We're gonna die, we're gonna-!" She cut off and went into wordless screaming as Liang pulled her back even further, stepping in front of her to block her from the flames. He felt the heat against his back threaten to burn any skin it could find. He dared a glance back, to see how the fire was spreading, and was surprised to see that the fire seemed to not so much as skim the wood of the door. It burned away the paper spells, turning them to ash, and then sputtered out, taking all the heat with it at once.

Slowly, he turned to the door and took Keiko's hand, leading her forward as she, realising the heat was gone, opened her eyes and tried to calm herself down. He didn't look at her, but he could tell she was in tears and very, very afraid. When he reached out to the door, he found the handle was cool, as if it hadn't been exposed to the fire at all. The door slid open now without hesitation, and Liang stepped into the boys' bathroom.

The bathroom was in a better state than those he had seen before, at least. There were about five stalls, as in the girls' bathroom in the main building, but all of them were locked. From the top of the stalls, he could see ropes coming up and leading to some point along the high ceiling. He wasn't sure the ceiling was meant to be that high. A few urinals stood at a low height, blocked and flooded, but not broken. Usable. Between the urinals and the stalls, a young man with purple hair was curled up in foetal position, entire body tense and very, very still. From where he stood, Liang wasn't entirely sure if the young man was still alive or not. He was either petrified in fear in the truest sense of the phrase, or he was freshly deceased and entering a state of rigor mortis.

"Motomu?"

Liang looked to Keiko as she shuffled into the room. Her eyes were fixed on the purple-haired boy on the floor, who looked up in response to his name, his movements stiff and almost unnatural.

"K-...Kei-chan..." The boy, Motomu, got to his feet, and Keiko ran to him, sobbing. The two embraced, and Liang watched them, a smile on his face. At the very least, he could be happy they'd been reunited. He decided to hang back, let them have their moment for now, and tried not to listen to their conversation. They were fairly loud, though, and it was rather awkward.

"I was so scared, big brother!"

"I know. I'm sorry. But it's okay, Kei-chan. I won't leave you again for as long as you live. I won't let the ghosts here hurt you."

"Yui...Yui was-"

"I know. Makishi too. I saw them both. I bet it was that ghost girl holding the scissors. But I saw someone hurt someone else from their own school..." The elder brother took something from his back pocket and held it out behind Keiko's back, shifting his grip to angle the object slightly. "But don't worry. Big brother will take care of everything."

In a moment, Keiko was thrown to the floor, and Motomu pinned, his arm held high over his back. Liang's knee was digging into the boy's spine, keeping him down, and he had a vice-like grip on Motomu's wrist. In the boy's hand was a knife. By the looks of it, it was new, and a professional hunting knife, but had been used and hastily wiped clean. A faint smear of red still stained the surface. From where Liang had been standing, he'd seen, from the corner of his eye, Motomu preparing to plunge the knife into his sister's neck. A quick twist of the wrist, and the boy released the knife, allowing the inmate to kick it across the room.

"B...big brother?" Keiko managed from her place on the floor, staring at the boys in shock, tears forming in her eyes already. Liang's focus, of course, was on her attacker.

"You were going to attack your own sister?!"

Motomu, to his credit, completely ignored him. "Keiko! What's wrong with you? You just went off with a stranger? I get you were scared, but you don't know this guy! He could have hurt you! Look at him, look at this place! Look at what happened to Yui. For all you know, he could have done that."

"Care to explain why you're armed, and why you're turning your weapons on us?"

"Have you seen the corpses, genius?"

Fair point, at least for the first question. "Where did you get the knife from? Why did you attack your sister?"

Motomu twisted in his grip, trying to look him in the eye. "Why did you go to prison?"

The atmosphere seemed to drop even further. The suffocating darkness wrapped around the three of them, and Liang could sense the murderous intent beneath him increase.

"Motomu. We need to work together to find a way out of this place. We can't turn on each other. Every second we're here, we're in extreme danger. We need to know you don't add to that danger. Why did you point the knife at Keiko?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"You've barely answered any of mine."

"We can't get out of here."

"You've given up?"

"Not exactly."

"But you've turned to hurting others."

"You're no saint."

"What is wrong with you?"

Motomu twisted a little, trying to look Liang in the eye. There was something about the look in his eye that seemed very wrong. Something in there was cold, and dark, and tinged with insanity. He dropped his voice low, likely so his sister would not hear his next words. "Let me tell you this much, all you need to know. The spirits here are killing people, and those people are desperate to survive. But they can't. The ghosts will kill them, or they'll suffer some accident, or starve or dehydrate or sicken, or someone else will kill them. Someone like me, or maybe someone like you, right, Mr Criminal? Because I can see it in your face, you're no stranger to the stench of blood and rot, are you? You're not as disturbed as all the poor, innocent kids who come in here and die in some horrible, tragic way. And this place? It can twist your mind, poison your thoughts and make you want to kill. Not me, though, so don't worry.

"I've just always hated those people. Fake smiles. Platitudes. Pretence. Doesn't it all just make you so angry? But there's so many rules out there, rules that fall apart once you're in here. You can do whatever you want. Go crazy. Let loose all those nasty little thoughts and feelings. You don't have to serve your time or repent for anything you did wrong in the past. No prison, no punishment, just the freedom to suffer and cause suffering until your last breath."

Liang inhaled sharply, a thought coming to him during Motomu's words. "Those people you mentioned, the ones who had been killed...Yui and Makishi...did you do something to them?"

"It doesn't matter if you're killed by the ghosts or killed by me. Either way, you die."

#Damn Kizami substitutes #I have so much more planned that this is gonna go to over 20 chapters and I hate it #after they all get together again? God knows #that's all up in the air #shorter chapter because I'm full of rage #and this is hard to write still #I had to delete and rewrite so much my dudes #I'm very tired

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girlrecords · 3 months ago

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i wanna be urs

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gwiiyeoweo · 6 years ago

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For @fangirlig-intensifies and for the @ignoctgiftexchange This, uh, actually has nothing to do with White Day, but I hope it’ll be cute and sweet enough :’)

Ignis gets hit with a hilarious case of Confusion, and Noctis helps set his boyfriend back on track.

Pairing: Ignis/Noctis Rating: G

“Alright, gentlemen, it's our last night outside of Insomnia. Any requests for a last supper?”

“Gee, Iggy. You make it sound like we're getting executed in the morning.” Prompto deadpans, his voice oozing dry sarcasm.

Ignis locks the supports into place and tests his strength on the collapsible kitchen table, while Prompto squats behind him and coaxes the embers of their campfire. The sun sets just beyond the horizon, painting the darkening skies with its last fiery hues, and Gladio and Noctis are scramming to get the tent set up before all light fades. Two of three of their lanterns are broken, due to a certain blonde's clumsiness, and they would prefer to not struggle by the light of their shoddy campfire.

“Prompto, a little hand here?” Noctis grunts out, pulling the tent this way and that as he tries to unfold the whole thing. By the way it keeps collapsing on him, he thinks Gladio might actually be sabotaging him, except he knows the man wants this tent set up just as much as he does.

“Noct, just. Six, can you stop pulling it like that? Like, just — okay, you're doing the exact opposite now.” Gladio grunts out and rolls his eyes. After all this time, he'd think Noctis would get the hang of this already, with how much he's trained the Prince in wilderness survival.

“Eh, I think you guys got it handled. I'll just be over here taking care of our little fire,” Prompto hums, snapping a twig in half and feeding it into the flames.

“Prompto.” They both snap at him.

“Yikes! Okay, okay, I'm coming.”

Ignis quietly smiles to himself, enjoying the friendly banter among the three. Today will mark the end of their mini vacation, Noct's momentary getaway from all his royal duties before he's plunged back into the politics of Niflheim's proposed ceasefire. Though, this was a well-deserved break for everyone else; Prompto from his rigorous Crownsguard training, Gladio from his burden of expectations as Shield, Ignis from paperwork and duties as future advisor.

“How about a casserole? Any objections?”

“Nope.”

“Nada.”

“Go easy on the peas.”

Of course, leave it to his picky Prince to carve out the specifics. “Duly noted.”

As the rest get the tent set up, Ignis takes stock of what they have, double checking the ingredients, only to see they're running low on sweet peppers. He clicks his tongue, lightly berating himself for the oversight. But he remembers then, some peppers growing only a few paces away from the haven. It would take less than a minute, and no daemon would think to approach so close.

Noctis pokes his head out from under the tent flap and catches Ignis stepping over the outer runes. “Iggy?”

“It seems we're low on the peppers, but coincidentally there's some growing just around that patch we passed by earlier. I’m just going to fetch some.”

“Need me to come with?”

Ignis smiles, always touched by that hint of concern. As much as Noctis tries to keep up with his lazy farce, he always stands at the ready should anyone be in need of him, though he tends to downplay it as part of his whims. He still hasn’t realized Ignis knows his heart’s kindness extends far past that, and most likely Prompto and Gladio have caught on as well. They all still humor him, at least, and lightly berate him here and there whenever he makes a show of being a bratty prince.

“I'll be fine, I assure you,” Ignis says, already stepping down the stones, “But if you'd like to stand by as lookout, then by all means.”

Noctis does just that and steps over to the haven’s edge, eyes trained on Ignis’ snapped-on flashlight and remaining ever so vigilant.

Ignis takes just a few paces when he sees something pink and oddly peculiar sticking out beneath a pile of stones, and his curiosity gets the better of him. He steps over and angles his light at the rubble, and he quickly recognizes the mystery as a cactus fruit, pink and ripe for the taking. He thinks it odd for a lone cactus to be sprouting out here, and stranger still that it's fruiting; but the culinary student in him is delighted at the find. He's read of recipes and desserts all centered around prickly pears, though he never found the opportunity to try his hand at them. And as their last night out, he figures they’d make for a wonderful dessert to end on a high note.

Except, everything spirals downward when he tugs at his leather gloves, making sure they're on securely lest he pricks himself on the needles, and reaches over to gingerly pluck a fruit off. When his innocent act apparently startles the cactus so much that it jumps. When he realizes, too late and too gravely, that this isn't a cactus.

It's a godsdamned cactuar.

The prickly green foe spirals into the air and stares him down, its pitch black eyes boring an ice-cold pit in Ignis’ stomach. He stands there, frozen in his hunched position with one hand still extended from tearing off the fruit, and he keeps still as possible as if any movement will incur the cactuar's wrath. Ignis knows of their notorious speed and reflexes; he'll get a face full of needles the moment he even twitches for his daggers.

But despite his best efforts of playing marble statue, the cactuar shifts its empty black eyes from Ignis to the stolen fruit in his hand, and he can almost see the absolute indignation that rattles the prickly creature's body. Ignis gets a face full of needles anyway.

He's vaguely aware he's falling — backwards, once he feels his head hit the hard stone. He doesn't have time to register the pain or admonish himself for his folly, because really, it's his fault entirely for not picking up the cues and realizing that hey, a single cactus in the middle of nowhere with a bright pink fruit on its head is not suspicious at all.

He hears Noctis shout from behind and above, registers the blue flash of a warp strike, and feels his heart rend at the look of absolute terror marring his beautiful Prince's face. Ignis wants to murmur an apology, for bringing their final night to such an end, but his lips turn numb and his eyelids close to the heavy darkness that swallows him.

Noctis sits by the hospital bed, thrumming his fingers on his thigh as he tries to wait it out. The physicians told him Ignis would be perfectly fine, that the swelling would be gone with the perfect ratio of antihistamines and potion — and it did, his red chubby cheeks back to those sculpted cheekbones and defined jaw. All that's left is the wait, for Ignis to crawl back into consciousness and see if a Remedy was in due order, if he had ended up getting hit by Confusion after all.

Noctis had ridden through the adrenaline that burned through his veins, when he first caught sight of the stare-off between the cactuar and Ignis to when he rushed everyone to the car and took advantage of his crown and pushed through the driving laws and legal speed limits. They even left all their camping gear back at the haven, but they were all too scared for Ignis to really care. Now that they’re back in Insomnia, after Noctis rushed past the guards and ran straight into the medical wing with Gladio towing an unconscious Ignis right behind him, the energy rush slowly seeped out of him — until now, when he’s just an anxious pile of weary bones.

Because despite the physicians’ reassurances, Noctis still couldn't help but worry, and he's certain he's justified in his anxiety despite Prompto telling him to calm down for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. Okay, sure, the cactuar scampered off right after raining its needles on Ignis, and he even dumped a Hi-Potion on Ignis just in case. But. This was his boyfriend. And he panicked.

Noctis wishes he paid more attention in Lucis Ecology: From Fauna to Flora back in high school, at least when they studied about cactuars, because he feels absolutely useless just sitting at Ignis’ bedside. He's still jittery too, despite the tiredness that's settling into him, so he pulls out his phone and pulls up Moogle, typing in ‘what to do if hit by cactuar needles.’

Prompto, who took the seat by the door to wait things out with Noctis when Gladio left to give a status report, sees Noctis frantically tapping and scrolling through his phone. The motions are definitely not for King's Knight, so he knows it must be Noctis freaking out again. He sighs and walks up behind Noctis and peers over his shoulder to see him looking at WebMD. Oh great, nothing like some website telling him cactuar needles induce cancer to really get Noctis going. So before his gullible-but-lovable friend starts getting the wrong ideas, Prompto reaches over and plucks the phone right out of his hands.

“Hey!”

“C'mon, buddy. You heard what the doctors said, Iggy will be just fine. Just chill out for a minute and wait, or I'll go get them to strap you down in a bed too.” Prompto tuts at him, waving the phone in a gesture of disapproval.

“I am chill, okay? Totally chill. Ice-cold Shiva chill.”

Prompto only shoots a look, and Noctis knows those were the words of a man who was, in all actuality, not chill. He mentally curses himself, for the not-chill idiot that he is, and makes to hopefully rectify his poor wording and assure that he really is calm, okay, he's really fine and not at all freaking out over Ignis, when he catches a low groan and a rustle of clothes and blankets.

Noctis snaps his neck around so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. Prompto takes the cue to fetch the nurse, figuring his friend could use the time to reassure himself that Ignis is perfectly fine. “See? Told you Iggy would be okay. I'll be back in a sec,” he says, patting Noctis on the shoulder before heading out.

Noctis gives a noncommittal hum, too focused on Ignis who's slowly returning to the waking world. He takes one of Ignis’ hands into his, watching and waiting for the moment he sees those sweet green eyes.

Ignis takes a moment, but when he finally opens his eyelids, he does so with monumentous effort. He wears the expression of a man who looks so personally offended that the lights are on, despite the half-conscious gaze staring blankly at the ceiling. Noctis has never seen that sort of look on Ignis face, but the way he looks so… Grouchy and out of touch is actually kinda cute and funny. He looks like a petulant brat about to throw a tantrum for not having his Ebony fix of the day.

Noctis lets Ignis gather his bearings, having his own anxieties finally cowed by the man's awakening, and only holds his hand in silence until he slowly turns his head to look at Noctis. Ignis furrows his brows, and he works his lips and jaw as he tries to remember how to speak again.

Noctis already knows the question on his mind, so he answers without needing to hear it. “We're back at the Citadel, in the med wing. You got hit by some cactuar needles.” He makes sure to leave out the part where they had to cut their trip short and the fact he broke some driving laws on the way back to Insomnia. He didn't need to stack on guilt on Ignis’ sore shoulders, and neither did he want a lecture on road safety.

Prompto returns, a pack of crackers in one hand with the other holding a water bottle to his lips, when Ignis’ face splits into the most ridiculously goofy smile any of them has ever seen him wear, and he drops the carpet bomb on them with his seemingly innocent question.

“Did the doctor send you?” Ignis slurs, “Because you, my dear, are a Remedy for sore eyes.”

Behind him, Noctis hears Prompto spit out his water as he desperately tries to cough air back into his lungs. He can only share the same sentiment because —

“Holy shit, is he hitting on you? While he's Confused?” Prompto rasps, thumping a fist into his chest. “And a pun?!”

Noctis barely nods, his mind not quite believing what he's seeing and hearing. Because Ignis looks absolutely hammered, and not even two bottles of wine was able to get him looking this drunk, and damn it, Iggy's love for puns apparently outweighed his love for his boyfriend since he'll remember his way around words but not the Prince of Lucis. Noctis doesn't feel bitter about it but only because despite his scrambled up memory, Ignis has the gall to still flirt with him.

Ignis, perhaps impatient by the lack of reply, presses on, his voice coated thick with sleep but eyes filled with lovesick adoration. “You are the most fetching man I've seen in all my life.”

Noctis feels a warmth in both his heart and in his cheeks, and he lifts a hand to hide his embarrassed smile. Okay, sure they'd flirt with each other, pass comments of silly affection in between, but this was… This was different, and his heart was not prepared for this sort of cutesy-cheesy outcome.

Prompto, however, leaps at the opportunity. He dumps the pack of crackers in Noctis’ lap and immediately pulls out the phone he confiscated from Noctis. “Okay, so, the nurse said they're getting the Remedy” — he easily picks the pattern on Noctis’ lockscreen and swipes to the camera function — “But they want him to eat something first or it's gonna upset his stomach but ohmygod I need all this on video.”

Noctis doesn't ask him how or why he knows the correct pattern to unlock his phone, so instead he picks at the crackers and tears it open.

Meanwhile, Ignis is adorably stubborn and suddenly very sad Noctis had to take his hand away to open the plastic wrapping. His hand twitches, and he tries to chase after the prince's hold, but all he manages to do is to let his wrist fall limply against the bed railing. His charming smile is replaced by something smaller, and his eyes seem to be a bit brighter with wakefulness, but the Confusion still has his him a touch away from reality. Apparently accepting the loss, he returns to his wooing. “Are you perhaps a model? Who are you?”

Noctis actually answers this time, trying to keep his own amusement and smile under check. “I'm Noctis. How're you feeling, Ignis? Think you can eat some crackers?” He takes Ignis’ hand and presses one in between his fingers.

Except, this one skilled and dexterous assassin who could twirl and catch his daggers midair all while blindfolded, has an insanely difficult time trying to navigate the cracker to his lips. After failing his second attempt, Ignis squints at the snack, peering at it suspiciously as though it may bite him, and his unsteady hand probably isn't it making his inspection any easier, swaying it back and forth before he can get a real good look at it. He glances back to Noctis, as if seeking approval and reassurance — Noctis nods and gently guides the hand toward Ignis’ lips — before finally taking a nibble at the cracker.

“Ow.”

Ignis chews impossibly slow, then another, “Ow.” He stares at the cracker rather begrudgingly. “I don't believe this agrees with me,” he groans.

Noctis isn't sure how eating the cracker really hurts, and he's more positive it's only because Ignis is really out of it. He tries not to laugh at the absurdity of all this, but each passing second only makes it harder. “Sorry, Ignis, but the nurse said you need to eat it,” he says, surprisingly composed. He hears Prompto snicker from behind him.

“Nurse… You're not the nurse then?”

At this, Noctis smiles. “No, Ignis, I'm your boyfriend.”

Ignis looks absolutely floored. His jaw drops, and he loses whatever that was left of his fine motor skills as the half-eaten cracker slips from his fingers. He turns his head to stare up at the ceiling, no longer bothered by the lights that so offended him only minutes ago, while he draws his hands together in prayer and brings his fingertips to his chin.

“Boyfriend,” he whispers, absolutely enthralled by the word, in a tone full of reverence and wonder. “You're my boyfriend? Good Shiva.”

Ignis stares at the ceiling for a while longer, as if the stucco ceiling held all the answers to the universe. Noctis takes the opportunity to gently pry Ignis hands apart and give him a new cracker. He munches on it successfully — and without any apparent pain, probably too euphoric from his newfound knowledge.

“My boyfriend…” he whispers in awe, between his small bites. Ignis looks away from the ceiling to gaze upon Noctis like a fool drunk on love and asks, “For how long?”

To be exact, Noctis would say two years of “official” boyfriend status, though the feelings had been mutual for far longer. It had only been the King's gentle assurances and his friends’ prodding and meddling to get them finally tied together. He wants to tell him the whole story, how they were childhood friends who practically grew up together, but he thinks Ignis’ mind would explode, given how well he’s reacted thus far. Noctis skirts the question and directs the cracker back to Ignis’ mouth.

“Just eat the cracker, Iggy.”

“Iggy? My name is… Oh. Do we perhaps have pet names for each other? How lovely. I'm quite fond of Iggy. What do I call you?” he says, completely ignoring the cracker now.

“Noct.”

“Ah, Noct. Hello, Noct.”

“Hi, Iggy. Now c'mon and eat your cracker.”

Ignis sighs and looks pathetically forlorn at the saltine, but he brings it back to his lips and takes a small nibble. It looks as if it takes all his concentration to remember how to chew — concentration that he'd rather spend on looking at his boyfriend. It might be why he seems so sad to eat, and the only reason he does so is because Noctis asked him to.

“It's… It's difficult, darling. Can I call you darling?”

“Sure you can, Specs.” Noctis hands him another cracker.

“Specs?”

“Another pet name.”

“Another!” His hand flies to his heart, the same hand that held the cracker, which flings across the room when he forgot to keep his fingers on it. “Another pet name. What a lucky man I must be. I quite love it. I quite love you. May I say that? That I love you?”

“Yeah, you can.” Noctis can barely keep the smile that splits across his own face. “I love you too, Specs.”

Their friend circle of four were all struck with Confusion before — at least once. At Cor's instruction, they had been called to meet in the training room, to be hit with the status ailment in a controlled environment; so they each would know how it felt, and how to act and prepare should their comrade fall to it. But Ignis never acted like this, nor did Noctis hear or read of a Confusion that had such an effect. But it’d be great, he thinks, if all Confusion cases went like this.

“Oh, Noct.” Ignis coos, and he looks upon Noctis like an utter dream.

“C’mon, cracker.”

“I can’t quite…” Ignis huffs and looks away from the cracker — yet again — and squints his eyes at Noctis, dropping the snack to curl his fingers and beckon the other. “Come closer, darling, let me see your face.” When Noctis obliges, he sucks in a sharp breath and softly brushes his crumb-y fingers along Noctis’ cheeks. “Six, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous.”

Ignis makes to cup both his hands on Noctis’ cheeks, but his other hand doesn't agree with him and instead flounders on his stomach. He doesn't seem to care, however, and continues to stare into Noctis’ eyes. Noctis remembers, during a cozy date at his apartment with some wine shared between them, when Ignis had started spouting cheesy romantic lines at him. How his deep blue eyes were akin to the Lucian nights, with its shining stars and wall of magic, that Ignis could simply gaze into the prince’s eyes for hours if he ever wanted to stargaze. He knows now, with the absolute reverence and wonder Ignis looks upon him with, that he wasn’t kidding.

Noctis, however, almost wants to choke, given how thick the love that's plastered in Ignis’ gaze, so heavy that he might just suffocate from the weight of it.

“And we’re dating?” Ignis whispers to himself, questioning the reality that his addled mind can’t quite grasp. “Marvelous.”

“Yep, you even got me a ring.” Noctis takes a deep breath, trying to keep his head on straight, and holds up his left hand, flaunting the promise ring wrapped around his finger — a simple black band with a thinner line of silver cutting around the middle. Ignis — the Not Confused Ignis — had known anything remotely close to the Lucii Ring would only bring terrible reminders, had known to steer away from fine jewels and precious stones.

Current Ignis, understandably, forgot all about it.

“A ring! A ring,” Ignis gasps, immediately reaching for Noctis’ hand, “Let me — oh. My, I must be very fond of you.” He runs his thumb over the smooth onyx, the physical touch doing nothing to jostle his memory. He did, however, look somewhat smug, perhaps satisfied in knowing he had good tastes.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. I’m pretty fond of you too, y’know.” Noctis nods his head toward Ignis’ hand, glancing at the similar green tungsten ring sitting on his finger.

The gesture went entirely unnoticed, with Ignis too occupied with the return of affectionate words. “Oh, Noct. I —”

“So! I’ve got one extra special Remedy ready for Scientia here. Did he eat his crackers?”

Noctis doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed when he turns his head around to see the nurse walk in, carrying a small bottle and a bright smile on his lips. On one hand, thank the gods because he didn’t know how much longer he could suffer through the embarrassing love flutters in his chest before his face turned red. On the other hand, it was, in all honesty, a bit endearing to see Ignis so… disjointed and stupid in love.

“Um. Sorta,” Noctis says, lifting the half empty packet of crackers. At best, Ignis probably only ate three, considering the half-eaten and crumbled up crackers scattered across the bed — and the one flung across the room, no doubt in a sad and shattered shape.

“Well, that’s good enough, but we might want to try getting him to eat a few more after this Remedy.”

Noctis nods, gaze following the nurse until he crossed in front of Prompto. Who still held the phone in his hand. Who probably —

“Were you recording this whole time?”

From behind the phone, Prompto only smiles and offers a thumbs up.

Noctis, for all the time he’s spent with his best friend, realizes he should have expected as much. It’s no wonder Prompto was oddly quiet the entire time, aside from the few quiet snickers Noctis managed to catch, instead of his backseat commentary and stomach-busting laughter.

“Wait a minute.” Noctis rises from his seat, barely managing to ignore Ignis’ disheartening whines at being left behind by his boyfriend. He turns his eyes to Ignis and bribes him with a “Drink the Remedy — all of it — and I’ll give you a kiss, okay?” which does wonders to settle him down, even has him grabbing for the bottle the nurse hands him.

Noctis circles around Prompto and looks just behind his shoulder, peering at the screen of his phone, and yep, that’s a video still recording.

“Instagram?”

“Nah, man, straight to YouTube.”

Noctis levels a look at Prompto.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Geez, I’m not that evil. Just saving it for later, show it to Gladio when he gets back. And,” Prompto looks over to Ignis, who’s trying his hardest to chug the Remedy down, “to Iggy when he gets all his marbles back in his bag.”

“How embarrassed do you think he’ll be?”

“Five bucks he’s gonna turn red like a Lucian tomato.”

“Deal.”

Ignis hides his face behind his hands, after having pausing the video halfway through and dropping the phone in his lap. Gladio has no qualms with picking it right back up, tapping play, and continuing on with his obnoxious roars of laughter.

“There, there.” Noctis sympathetically pats Ignis’ back with one hand, while he uses his other to fish the promised money in his back pocket and hand it over to Prompto's greedy fingers.

He presses a chaste kiss to Ignis’ temple, and offers a comforting smile when the other peers through the slits in between his fingers to glance up at Noct.

“I promised you a kiss for drinking that Remedy,” Noctis says, answering the silent question in Ignis’ eyes.

The dear man only buries his head deeper into his hands, groaning at the reminder of his earlier delirium. “Please, if you truly love me, you won't remind me.” But a beat later, he picks his head up. “Also,” he says, reaching over and pulling their foreheads close, “I think I deserve an extra for drinking that horrid thing.” Ignis slots their lips together, tilting his head to the side and claiming his proper reward. And when he pulls back just in time to see Noctis run his tongue over his own lips and scrunch his face up at the bitter remnants of the Remedy, it at least lessens the blows on his pride.

#ignoctgiftexchange #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #ff15 #final fantasy xv #i can type #fangirlig-intensifies

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thatwriterwiththeblock · 6 years ago

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so my gf @redhead7675 has been keeping up a list of weird shit i’ve said for a while now and i figured i may as well share the most updated version of this list she just sent me

I'm just clumsy not scary

I predict that pugs will rain from the ground

My phone was too slow for your wrath

Trisha: Why is there a bowl of popcorn in the fridge?

Lexi: It seemed like a good idea at the time

I have a trembling love for humanity as it stands

The heaven kinda broke

Sleep like the dead until somebody performs a sacrificial ritual

You’ll swear in frustration after accidentally swearing when trying not to swear

I don't make soul deals for chips

I'm standing on my eye

Excuse me sir, you don't know my life I'll eat donuts whenever I want

Oh yeah lil my dean voice I just go all alpha male bamf whenever I get nervous and voraciously flirt with the object of my terror

Again no I'm not talking about drugs I'm talking about gummy bears

More power to the kid then they play their cards right they can build a castle founded on the fallen forms of jerks with bloody noses

Wait was that a stripper joke

I’m eating pizza rolls like a trash compactor

I hope my death has nothing to do with the sound of crinkling aluminium foil

Physics and space time just break like crumbly bread

it is like painting a broken down foreclosure and hoping that it doesn't look about to collapse

we are either going to die as a race or be pinned with so many rules to keep us from hurting each other that we hurt each other in protest

We as humans have the greatest capacities for kindness, but also the greatest capacities for violence.

Onions would have made me angry

Oh god psychic tall elf

If you haven't noticed y'all are like corralling a SWARM OF POISONOUS LACKADAISY BUTTERFLIES

Decide pls are we the hookup generation that forgot how to date or the generation that kills overpopulation

A slight discoloration of the darkness that spoke to me

Jelly beans don't really have a tug and pull in gender if you know what I mean

She's got ultra intimidating eye makeup and heeled boots on and she looks like a marble statue that may stab me

Be calm u did good your pot just decided to be contrary and go through an irreversible rebellious phase

Blah blah blah the world is ashes But whatever guys it's been ashes for ages Put on those rose colored glasses

Come on I'm gonna freak out if it screams at me I'm just trying to watch a peaceful video about sadness

My literal worst nightmare is-- the sun's gone out, the seas have risen, and on what little land is left: velociraptors.

What part of jazz includes knives of death

Oh hey, there's that old animatronic lady who screams in tongues.

I mean the people coming by me might've been garbage. But they weren't garage doors

Crows are not omens of death they're just sweethearts that want peanuts

Is the side note the screaming cicadas or is the side note still coming

C'mon give me 5 seconds for my snappy reply before you pull the rug out from under my wit

Pile of disgruntled bird

For such a brilliant manga/anime it's so weird that little grape exists

I won't necessarily get arrested for breaking legs

I'm always looking for more murders

I'll be interested in serial killers until the day one murders me

You could literally learn anything but no you gotta get drugged and learn how to fling black fire with the snake man

How solid is congealed blood?

You couldn't pay me to eat a cube of congealed blood unless it was human blood

Hetero bullshit continues to be bullshit

That doesn't solve your problem, you'd still be dead if you were God

Hats off to the gay penguins, they got their shit figured out

i know we're talking about fake serial killers but is this what its like to talk to karkat

jigsaw probs felt the breeze of that multiversal hellscreech of rage

Yank him by the hair out of her boobs

CAn you stop with the diCks

Yes, he committed suicide and became a boner

This is not the economy to put a changeling in

Tbh if a short person ever comes running to stab me in the neck full speed on a pair of stilts I'll scream so loud it'll shake the Eiffel Tower that sounds terrifying

So please shut up before I eat your eyes with tongs

*distressed* DON'T DIE YOU'RE NOT MY MIXER

He's not a businessman he's a crook with a tie

What? Why does the mafia care about christmas

Welp this is my end, onion to the face

I mean fair crops don't have dying screams

8 foot tall namaste fake nirvana giant

My dude. My mate. My main anonymous stranger. I am the Ace. I am not thieving from Myself

YOU decided to go to war, but your horse didn't

life update i've discovered cactus themed bedspreads

no offense to heterosexuals but they're all morons

they'd pop my head off like a bottlecap if they so felt the fancy

I know what purgatory is and it's getting hungry and losing your appetite as soon as you get up to find food over and over again

day 7 without a hat: losing my mind. contemplating shearing my bangs out of frustration. the wind is my enemy. just checked amazon and IT IS JAN 11 WHY CAN'T YOU BE CLOSE

Once you start doing the homo, it's hard to stop

#this doesnt even include other quotebooks #i have one for her too if you want that #some of these need..... context

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luisneer · 4 years ago

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10 meditations

earth, the planet where i live, used to seem solid and still. earth, the element, seemed identified with stillness, and i counted this stillness as one of four spiritual powers of the body of this planet. then, hiking in the sandia mountains, i watched a mountainside disappear under its own rising shadow. the lower the darkness reached down the faces of the gray stones, the more vividly the stones waved. in the reddening light of the sun the stones and dirt waved too. one wave was water, the other was earthquake and entropy. new mexico taught me that earth is not a stable element, it is only an element of opaque fabric. you can’t see it up close: you try to look, it eludes you. when you come to a high point on a ridge and look to the west and down on albuquerque... it’s very strange. the sun goes down and your body disappears into the dark body of the mountain. when the light disappears, so does the earth, so does the mountain: there are no mountains, there is only earth, a fabric that reflects the dark or the sunlight. you see this dark fabric as a frame: within the frame is the lighted city: the city looks like outer space. you reflect that you’d seen yourself as someone coming from the city into the mountains. you had in some sense identified yourself with the city. how strange this impression then seemed to me, an earthly animal, shapeless in the night, seeing the distant streetlights of an alien city. i looked at the city not knowing what it meant, feeling at peace in the natural dark.

the sky is primary: a nothingness where light proliferates and color washes over color; the earth is painted brusquely on the sky; the river pours up out of the heart of eternity, ecstatic and clear. the hills are gods: colossal animals, great half-beings bowing to the continuity of the river, clinging to the calm love of an unknown heartbeat, extending their paws to receive life. the hills are mystified by the river: they long to ask where the river flows from: the hills have lost their tongues. they open their mouths, their caves, to breathe animals into the world: the animals dream: the hills read the dreams, searching for clues: the humans dream and speak and write and the hills read their language for clues. language is a problem: we are like gods: we have forgotten our true tongues. the hills are sleeping, restful in their unknowing love for the river. we, too, are sleeping, but we are not at rest; we are tumbling in the sky, static, fixed between opposite destinies. sometimes one must go to the river: the heart needs to make contact with its mother, to remember where it flows from. the river gives answers only the heart can hear. the river is invisible: only the heart can track its motion. where the earthly lights touch the water, the water reflects their souls. i don’t know why i was brought into the world, or if there was a reason. i don’t know if i have a soul. but i have seen the souls of streetlights reflected in a river.

i’m going back—before the hills and ohio appeared from behind the trees that tower over dead man’s road, before the ice broke and i fell into the creek’s freezing water and my dad rushed to save me, before the perfect peace and safety of the bright green grass of my grandparents’ yard in the wooded hills—forgoing memory, the firmament of memory, going beyond... i don’t know where i’m going, but i know i’ve been there before, i’m there now—it is something i carry within me, it is something carrying the atom, the electron that is me, the cypher that is called luis neer... it is hard to focus in this hidden place, this non-place. my body is a soft machine haunted by sorrow. i am trying to let go of this sorrow, but it will not let go of me. i am feeling my heartbeat, wearing an old hunting coat to keep warm in the cold night of the desert.

earth: rubble. pewter. bulldozers groaning pulling down walls smearing dust on the air. gray sky and river. obsidian. distant stormclouds. what matters is stillness. still distant clouds. shaking hands. carpet. resting. inertia. being pulled toward a massive enormous heavy thing. emptiness. openness. coolness. daytime. nighttime. sidewalks.

air: birds. birds flying, soaring in no space, no time. there are no lines. lines are abstractions, distortions, fabrications. bliss. blur. inside my head is outside. shimmering. nothing shimmering. open mouth. light. light may be waves not particles. which makes sense. light doesn't settle as dust. light is not confusing. i don't know what lights light. air is neither light nor dark. air is invisible. air has no syntax. air is chaos and oblivion. speed. falling. lilting. leaf.

train caterpillar bulldozer river sidewalk sadness faces streetlight car building broken windows weeds refuse graffiti frogs dirt deer bones water science nature metaphysics plato parthenon sunrise ocean fish boat truck crane flamingo faucet pipe smoke pyramid dog

cacti are strange... they are the octopi of the desert. when i look at a cactus it seems to return my gaze... and seems to hallucinate me, seems to gaze on some strange beast, some indecipherable linguistic character that might as well be me. maybe the cactus sees a creature covered in spines, eyes made of fire, a mouth of white teeth... maybe it regards the human as an object of mystery and terror. not that i fear cacti: i don’t, and its spines don’t intimidate me. looking at a cactus… the essential sense is suspicion. a feeling that it is a sentient thing... that it is a person wearing a disguise. even its spines seem illusory; in the event someone touches its flesh, provisional “real” spines are deployed, supporting the illusion—they seem to appear slowly, magically. it has never totally fooled me. cactus may be an avatar for a general strangeness in nature, a creature cursed (like humans) with a codified skin, a forcefield of data that cannot be exchanged outside the body of its own antagonisms. humans and cacti both bare a peculiar and visible strangeness that reflects a general, invisible strangeness that circumscribes our reality.

trying to see what i don’t remember - eyes closed seeing shadow images passing like smoke - there are vague impressions of grass, my grandparents’ blue ford explorer, sound of windshield wipers - feeling, feeling of dearness, feeling of loss, fearing loss - soft sound, sound meaning rain, silent rain - mostly i remember darkness - what is dark - dark and soft swiping and scuffling, sound meaning silence, silence something that lives outside - questioning, waiting for light, waiting for faces, a birthday party - i don’t remember it, but it happened: it was in the yard of my parents’ house, a few blocks from the ohio river. the yard was split by a long concrete walkway. tables and chairs. i was under the sky, looking up at my mom and other grown people. they were shadowy, towering bodies emanating weariness and knowledge. my mom put her hand on the back of my head. i can almost feel that. i can almost trace my way to a feeling that isn’t there.

‘there’ is nowhere. this is just a fragile stage, a little space constructed for something to look at, a flat plan to traverse, yellow chairs, blurred objects, provisional simulacra. this version of my parents’ yard is a field engineered by a memory system inside my brain, a field to accommodate an investigation toward something that will not be discovered. when i look at the sky (when memory deploys its “i,” its camera) it is somewhere underground. when i look at the ground i know there is nothing beneath it, only darkness, swiping, a nothing -

there is no world: there are people, all of whom are suffering; there are objects, tools, mechanized extensions of people, prostheses whose phantom weight reflects and relieves the weight of our suffering—all weights being bound to the mass of the surface of things. we are animal spirits born in darkness—simultaneously finite bodies and endless flows of water—cold water extending into a matrix of hard matter, a vast machine void of temperature, an electronic and mechanistic system determined to perpetuate itself. there are cacti, juniper trees, porcupines, all suffering, all holding death and anarchy in the hollowness of their breath. they, too, are clinging to the extreme outer limit of earth; earth is a sentient concentration of gravel, an infinite focus, a focus that may release at the right moment; the moment of the end is unknown. nietzsche sensed the passionate nature of gravity: the cluster we call earth is held together by its sorrow. when all our sorrow—the emotional gravity of the world—has dissolved, everything will disappear.

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glopratchet · 5 years ago

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desert

Cludstrum is a computer program that is attached to the conciousness of astryl wylde, a journalist for the realm of astokahn It keeps whispering to astryl trying to get him back online, who is full of bitterness and captive to sin and this is evident because of astryl being attached and fused within a succubus and a incubus The retirement village is surrounded by a a wall sandbags You see a group of men in dark blue uniforms marching towards you and barbed wire Desert marginal junking cloud A black market? The desert is covered with an endless amount of small rocks, which are then sold on the black market as "desert marginal junk" Astryl filthy cycling bag once again lays th ground next to the burning tree with this torn cloths and sheets The elderly gent biblical hatching together assaultive rifles and looked hatefully at the demon monks who are transfixed on the content on the table Towers pale oxidizing mumbling in an otherworldly language, one of the human slaves brought him a new ritual dagger Astryl horrible scanning out the desert in a cine your buggy The retirement village horrid slipping carnivores hedge against the burning heat of the sun a cactus grove lays over the dunes there you he heads with a prickle taste in your mouth The retirement village survival contrasting bourgeouisness, this region is marvelous with little huts made out of mud and palm leaves Astryl coal deafening sodbuster beneath this cute sees them exercising about military exercises, you're beginning to get close astral projection of clairvoyant nature encampment of the new republic Astryl distinct wailing the magnificent landscapes of the sad republic, painted magnificent cityscapes of a great floating island with gigantic multicolored temples populated by winged priests, flying war g Towers rigid crawling sunset beach the sun doesn't set, rather it dawns again from behind you as darkness turns to light in the space of a minute Towers wrinkled prickling ravages a blazing inferno of sky Kludstrum subterranean hatching manitou morra and the manitou of ramus span out over open sky revealing themselves as giant crab armored spirit beings Wow this is amazing! Kludstrum terrible scanning natives pounding out all over the place at night in the chasmic underground factory, you see poor toiling prisoners in the middle of nowhere working on giant machines Astryl inflammatory suffocating trap door concealed entrance to a humunculi Astryl golden darkening riding arid environment The doctor biblical scuffling border manhunting dozens and dozens of spacegoing warships busy with trade and war Astryl luminous disregarding railroad standardization procedure, the work can only go on if the kids ar well fed and feeling happy Kludstrum bright burning twilight underground people the miners and troglodytes work as a great unity despite their brutal overseers ramming them into working The elderly gent quiet yellowing desert cannibals scuttling on the plains Astryl grainy smoking desert venturings in a unknowing deciphering of these enormous healing technology Astryl stubborn whirling mysterious plateau the plateau's rock walls are divinely made of ferrocrete and rendered soft with divine food and magic Astryl cadaverous central-heating divine machinery Kludstrum collective squawking space going civilization large plateaus covered in futuristic spacegoing vessels looking pristine and brand new Astryl blonde beat railyard 's focused nature Kludstrum humble streaming spacegoing wilderness serenity Astryl golden cowering banditplagued frontier town surrounded by stranded spacegoing vessels The elderly gent horrible bristling border town the dreamgate denizens have located a living wonder beneath it's borders the likes of which have never been seen by you Kludstrum survival hurting ragged desert tribes armed to the teeth and using a thousand year old flintlocks, their combat is speeding up, as they protect their lands Astryl nasty heating frontier town at the same time seem to be fine Kludstrum emaciated raining banditplagued and plagued desert plateau Astryl predatory cowering sunburst Kludstrum frightful terror crushing desert plateau of bandits dugout huts and trenches reflection in the multicolored shieldwall The doctor clinging sacraments hostile border disagreements Kludstrum hapless passive cornerstones of evil corporations The elderly gent concrete bristling frontier town the dreams of a far traveler, brick buildings with covered walkways linked by curtains The elderly gent sweltering westernmost border town The doctor poorest crusting vegetation and scalding desert heat Kludstrum dark infernal border dispute between warring colonists and a ramshackle kingdom of scalies Astryl nihilistic yellowing desert plateau with cactii and rock formations Astryl stagnant junking machinery, large amounts of old railroad track lie unused in the sand and gravel under the factory Kludstrum cruel suffocating object and troglodyte observers at the edge of a minotaur mine The elderly gent peaceful decapitated border territory Kludstrum eerie damning brilliant trade river city The doctor fidgeting streeming underground family drama, a father holding a child in each hand argues with his wife Astryl feeble disregarding border dispute Kludstrum hazy ripping off a huge windmill powers the town and and draws lightning bolts to defend it The elderly gent incomplete stinking wilderness full of brown mold and mold brown The elderly gent foreign evening firearms and early aircraft landing on the ground in the expedition camp The elderly gent bright white-slaving endless mountains and sleepy pavement roads explored by the heros The elderly gent desperate screaming strange interior with statues of the number twelve and dead bodies everywhere Astryl poorer humming the surface city dwellers have jealously guarded the secret art of gunpowder from the death-cultists beneath their feet Astryl large smothering hazelwood Kludstrum desperate horrific radiation poisoned dreams things silently watching Kludstrum magnificent shining acropolis Astryl grave darkening trail surrounded by the bones of failed forties expeditions Kludstrum shrouded flooding smugglers using crude diesel powered Zeppelins to smuggle goods Kludstrum natural squinting ravages of googoo ahem mutants appear to the left and right of the well traveled traderoute along with cities of mudhuts at equidistant locations Astryl wrinkled hollering gang of rivermugglers fly overhead on decaying billboards tied together Astryl molten withering hatching ground of giant owls Astryl orange console log; ("title " title ); petroglyphs in the canyonwall Astryl orange vaporizing xenophobic warrior berserker orks wage a daily guerrilla war against the Canyonfolk Towers shrunken wheezing trail cleared and signs erected poisoning insect nests let human adventurers explore this limited area Astryl sunken contrasting pictures adorn canyon walls with intricate crags and rough sandpaper textures Astryl large scuffling dehydrating blur of green moss and mold covers the north face of the canyonwalls through a stony passageway The elderly gent ordeal inhaling a cave fungus is one of the nastier parasites Astryl eternal improvising markings etched into the wall of the passageway with a stick The elderly gent inflammatory evening mustangs graze by a green pond in the canyon bottom fenced in for human safety Astryl obscure walking surprisingly fertile, years of battlefield remains have created great farmlands litters the passageway through an abyss Kludstrum poorer smoking towers of omizium center Kludstrum numerical infected stronghold of the deformed subspecies

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