#embryoglyph

[talos-stims]

EMBRYOGLYPH

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[collectalong]

( post — @drfeelgreed / czes )

the reaction he gets isn't about what he expected. mostly, he wasn't expecting anything from czes—he doesn't know anything of what his fellow immortal has gone through, and even if he did, trying to put himself in another person's shoes hadn't even occurred to him.

they can't imagine wanting to be left alone. can't fathom ever keeping to themselves.

but, they're friends now, aren't they? he shouldn't make czes upset.

"oh. really? sorry... i bet your hand's bigger than mine anyway." would that appease him? they really really hope so. "that means you could've been taller if you were mortal! pretty cool, huh?"

[bloobord]

im going back to my metaroom addiction why us embryoglyph so FUCKING GOOD

god help me

[collectalong]

【ＶＥＲＳＥ　~　ＢＡＣＣＡＮＯ！】

315 BC. in ancient greco-roman egypt, a fringe society called the collectors is formed with the goal to archive all of life starting from its inception. they're a secretive people who soon gain the greatest powers alchemy can offer: transmuting minerals, creating perfect homunculi, and from those beings, the liquor of immortality.

with no names by nature, the collectors amass, hoard, and collect every iota of information for themselves - and when their perfect creations sought to spread the studies to others, more perfect homunculi they created and sent to exterminate dissenters.

this second wave become followers of the collectors, offering their bodies and spoils for the collectors' goals.

but this collector only wanted to play.

play with their creations, make friends as one of few children in this society of theirs.

sneaking out, traveling for hours, he finally found perfect homunculi left, with children of their own.

but before they could lay a hand on them, they were sealed up. in a basement, a prison of diamond and volcanic glass just small enough for him to fit. only a master alchemist or other perfect homunculus could free them.

it was the perfect game of hide and seek.

1672, AD.

philip wittebane goes on an expedition to egypt, hoping to uncover the secrets of alchemy in the remnants of a little-known group named the collectors.

what he finds instead is beyond his wildest dreams - a real collector, alive, speaking from what appears to be a disk roughly waist-height and made from expensive, dense material, a crescent moon emblazoned on its side. a child's voice has him skeptical, but humoring instructions on a low-level transmutation produced the results needed to believe them.

phillip wittebane brings this new asset back to america.

this collector, on the other hand, found a new best friend.

and soon, he will be free. just as soon as they win at witch hunters.

...it's 1932, AD. things in the new york-connecticut area are getting dicey. prohibition driving up alcoholism and crime families alike, plus the depression. forget about it!

in the shadows of a little town called gravesfield, someone who hasn't been human in a long time is trying to make a perfect homunculus. collector thinks it's for his freedom, but he's just a temporary solution to a big knowledge problem... and his patience is just about to run out.

(icons used are of c.ous.tas from wi.tch h.at a.tel.ier!)

1910s, america. a certain traveling circus once was the talk of the town. started by the immigrant otori rakunosuke, it sported such acts as trained animals, boxing lasses, and so-called magical vampires.

it was like something out of a dream. one that made a pretty penny—in the first decades of life, this circus grew, and so too did the otori family—a richer and richer family that put entertainment first thanks to its patriarch.

after a couple generations, four children were born: the oldest, keisuke; then shousuke, hinata, and finally, emu.

from birth, emu was a handful to deal with, but a bubbly joy regardless—enamored with circus life and sitting cushy in the lap of luxury, she wanted for nothing, and spent many days with her grandfather rakunosuke as she grew older.

still, nothing can last forever. one day, rakunosuke left this world—and the traveling circus put its stakes down as a permanent location. the younger otori generations found it unfeasible to constantly travel while keeping their estate afloat, see.

at first, emu loved this change—she enjoyed exploring whenever she wanted. but then, her beloved memories started changing—older attractions built by her grandfather torn down for newer, land-bound attractions—the open frontier was little more than a pipe dream now.

the depression threatens closure, absorption by other organizations. but emu will do anything to save her grandfather's pride and joy. it's all she has left.

luckily, a pianist and young aspiring actor might be just what she needs to make her dreams come true...!