yandere-wishes · 2 months ago
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Hi!! Just wanted to say May I request Yandere Capitano with a reader that’s like “omg you love me? No worries girl I love you too🤭” and doesnt mind his yandere tencedies? she is like really chill!
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̩̩͙❆ Anon I tried to answer your ask as best I could but totally forgot about the reader being chill part and kinda made her a bit crazy. I LOVE it when the reader is also unhinged, There's something so delicious about crazy intercepting crazy.
̩̩͙❆ I wrote something similar here: Ice on Ice
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̩̩͙❆ He's salt in the wound. a delicious itch that slithers beneath the skin and nips tenderly at your veins.  
̩̩͙❆ You try to shy away from his kisses, to fear the metal and frost. But instead, you get lost in his scars, fresh and old, raw and weathered. Your fingers trace his jagged lines, nails picking at the cicatrix pealing away the eschar. He only pulls your hand to his lips laying fervent kisses across the palm.
̩̩͙❆ Capitano runs his lips along your neck, inhaling your scent as you revel in his metallic touch. "You should be scared" he chuckles, "Most damsels fear the knight, fear things that are wartorn." His breath hitches, teeth digging into soft skin leaving kisses and claims. Your only reply is a wanton moan.
̩̩͙❆ Somewhere behind you, a body writhes with a final breath before going limp.
̩̩͙❆ Capitano likes to play the role of the vigilante knight. Fine. You'll play the role of the sweet damsel, the valiant darling. You let him kiss you like he's trying to kill, like he's trying to preserve. Wartorn things are not known to be gentle. You appreciate the fact that at least he tries.
̩̩͙❆ You'll kiss him goodbye at the door while hiding sadak knives behind your back. His lips bruise yours, teeth biting your lips raw marveling at the sweet taste of your crimson essence. He doesn't want to go, doesn't want to spend a moment apart from you. But he must obey his queen, he must follow the frozen path. You wait until his silhouette disappears into the immortal snow before turning away and closing the glacier door.
̩̩͙❆ Knights and spies. Swords and Knives. Killers and killers. All of it just sounds like 'lovers' to your jejune ears. Maybe it's the eternal cold that sets into people's hearts, maybe it's the human nature to kill first and question later. Regardless you've come to learn that your lover has many enemies staggering around Snezhnaya. People who wish to see Capitano's helmet resting by a marble tomb.
̩̩͙❆ You extinguish those who plot against him, those who scheme in shadows against the crown. There are none foolish enough to attack him outright. But they prepare his demise in the dark, a hundred arrows pointed at his back. Posion-laced cocktails served at a mandatory banquet. You've learned to hide amongst the shrouds, to leave nothing behind but fatal wounds that won't stop bleeding. You've learned to protect what's yours...
̩̩͙❆ Oh, sweet darling, protector of the knight.
̩̩͙❆ His returns are becoming all too sweet, you can't remember when you started awaiting him at the door, heart in your hands, dying for a cold kiss from a cold man.
̩̩͙❆ You jump into his arms once he opens the doors, Capitano laughs twirling you as he muses over how much he's missed you. You push up his helmet eagerly devouring his lips as he squeezes your body closer relishing in your sweet scent and the fullness of your fragile body beneath his steel fingers.
̩̩͙❆ "Tell me how you slayed them. Tell me about the gore and the way the sun reflects off your red-marred sword" Capitano spears no details, sweet intimidation tactic to keep you in line. Carnage drips from each word, as you peel away his armor, kissing every new piece of revealed skin. Running your tongue inside his fresh scars. You straddle his lap working nimble fingers under his armor pulling away the iron and letting it clank against the floor.
̩̩͙❆ You push him down roughly onto the bed, enjoying the way he hisses and squirms from his broken bones and wounds pushed open. You love him like this bruised, bones still unmended, scars still gushing out blood. You run your fingers over his biceps as he begins to lay kisses across your neck. Fingers sinking deeper into the plush of your thighs.
̩̩͙❆ You paint scars upon his back as his lips peck and bite your hips and chest. Teeth pulling your flesh as he glides his fingers across your spine, enjoying the view of you writhing and moaning under his icy touch.
̩̩͙❆ "I love you" he whispers, a forbidden prayer. Delineating the shell of your ear with his lips. "I shall burn the world for you, my lady, kill any who try to pry you away from me" You cuddle closer never able to fully repeat his words. 'I love you' you long to say, instead you settle for sinking your teeth into the flesh over his heart, and biting until his blood floods your mouth.
̩̩͙❆ I love you, I love you, I love you...
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writer59january13 · 2 years ago
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Creative cerebral craftiness coaxes...
Childhood campy chimera curtain call
subsequently hinting (based on accuweather)
the approach of blizzard squall so burrow under quilted cover y'all
until warm temperatures arrive when springtime
ushers social media platforms
buzzfeeding earthlinked instant karma
jump/kickstarting linkedin outlook twittering romance in the air that's zall
mother nature holds in store after Old Man Winter
(lame as a duck this year) attempts to make one last hooha.
Arctic bitter dead of winter cold ice sole ace shun finds solitudinarian
to ejaculate (not prematurely)
shiver me timbers
cursing fate (and diagnosis of
schizoid personality disorder) for being alone while polar vortex deep sub zero temperatures
freezes each lovely bone
excellent existential prized memory swimmingly recalls boyhood
listening to drone
of various and sundry en deer ring fauna extant amidst greensward,
where imagination hath flown to imaginary Eden lyft ting
uber a maize zing ears cocked while doodling towards
Mother Nature's petsmart crafted chorus
flushing out soundcloud
queen of happy campers with bees zee winged
wonders as they hone
suite tracks unstinting
well crafted aural presentations
intended to entice
a mate opposite jejune targeting their search
nsync with one or another
favorable counterpart, this buzzing
destiny could favor a loon or some other apropos biological entity
(or perchance if desperate
to mate) coon sitter
another species including the manifestation
of microbes on the moon
whereat boys and girls bounding, exclaiming, and yelping joie de vivre asper when counselors
blow whistle call at high noon hour of day iz lunch, thence resuming
their made up fun and par lore games such as knight in shining armor dashing off to save
damsel in distress signaling
heroism asserts itself really soon sans SOS and favorite ringtone
(emulating Fisher Price) tune
of potential prince
where young love doth Flickr oblivious to a similar situation, aye lichen to avast Marcy's playground.
Such panoply a prediction
forecast by Doctor Punxsutawney Phil
a blue oyster cult meme burr thus, in layperson terms six more weeks of winter for 2023 - so stay warm to stave off feeling offal bodes ill for species who clamor for warmth - supposed tell tale shadow
spelt "N+I+L+L"
and remain in hibernation
if opportunities allow,
and be thankful for not bing forced to mill around seeking warmth
(case in point a street person),
but ye and the big or 'lil
body of warm flesh adjacent to thee
(this day and age - unlike stereotypical storybook account
about Jack of all trades and Jill
exhibiting traditional garb
many kin did instill
gender preference a moot factor),
or take stock, stock and barrel, how other creatures great and small
burrow underground under a hill (shaped like an upside down pineapple) or reef amphibians, mammals, reptiles... instinct can remain
20,000 Leagues Under The Sea a fictitious place evoked by Jules Verne,... hmm...maybe he might breathe courtesy of an atavistic gill, who would downplay brouhaha to avoid any cavil;
nevertheless any objectionable content forward complaint to yours truly stating point of view before one Norwegian bachelor heads back to Lake Woebegone
come the end of April.
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astrumocs · 2 years ago
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🗣 fooor Odarem and Jejune perhaps????
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This is a fun combo choice, thank u, Liam. Also, this is from Odarem's perspective and happened in the past!
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You haven't been back planet-side for very long, only a couple of hours at most, and the jet lag of space travel is definitely still battering you- it was only your second time back from space, after all. You've gotten pretty good at shaking it off with a caffeinated drink and some snacks from one of your favorite convenience stores, though, so that's where you're headed this evening. In fact, you're already opening the door to the sound of the place's signature bell chime, glancing around to take in the familiar sight.
It's not a particularly special place, but you often came here from Julian's hive to get study snacks and energy drinks; he never liked the energy drinks, but he couldn't deny the need when you were both cramming for exams.
You can't help the bittersweet smile that catches your lips for a moment, losing yourself in the memory. In fact, you probably would've stood there thinking about it for a few more long moments if there wasn't suddenly a little jade-blooded kid peering into your view, fangs glinting under the fluorescent lights.
"You good stranger? You look like you're about to cry."
They have an amused smile on their face, so they're obviously teasing you. You don't mind, you've gotten good at dealing with all types of ragging in the fleet, so a kid doesn't worry you too much.
"Just passing the time." You nod your head towards the counter, where the cashier was currently dozing off. They'd likely had a boring shift and a long night, so you didn't want to wake them yet, it just seemed cruel.
The jade doesn't turn their head, seeming to already be aware of this with no intention of changing their awake status either.
"Haven't seen you around here before, fleet guy, so what brings you here tonight of all nights?" The smile doesn't leave their face, but their eyes are pretty intently scanning your fleet-issued gloves.
Oh, shit, you did forget to change out before going out, huh? You were so tired that it actually slipped your mind, for once. You offer an apologetic grimace to them at the pointed mention.
"Conscripted. Just ah, walking down memory lane. I used to be a frequent flyer here, the hot fries are pretty high tier."
You're trying to keep things calm and civil, but you don't blame other trolls for reacting to you this way either, even the young ones who know better tend to react this way, so you understand where they're coming from.
Their left ear flicks beneath their thin hood, although you're not familiar enough with them to know what that body language means in this case. They study you for a long and intense moment before they look up into your eye again and smirk bigger than before.
"I guess your taste isn't too bad then, old man!"
They toss you a bag of that exact snack- somehow- and then add, "Now shoo, I don't want your type around here. Don't come back on weekends either, I'd hate to kill you."
Their tone of voice is incredibly nonchalant, and their body language is relaxed. You can't help but observe that it seems a little practiced, but you know now isn't the time to try meddling in someone else's affairs when you aren't wanted. You'd only be acting on half a hunch, anyway.
"You seem nice, I'd hate to die...?" you smile in reply as you trail off, waiting to see if they'll at least tell you their name.
Their face falls into a contemplative frown for a moment, eyes flicking to the side in thought before returning back to your gaze with their own steely one.
"J6, but you can call me Junipr."
"Odarem Mortis. I don't suppose you'll let me leave the money for this little treat before seeing me out, would you, Junipr?"
"You can leave it, but I will steal it." they offer, with a playful shrug.
Boy, what a kid. You have hope that they can take care of themself, knowing that you wouldn't be able to offer more than your good wishes in this current part of your life. Taking the change out of your pocket anyway, you just hand it straight to them.
"Here then, for the chat. And keep weekends, they're all yours, I won't be around too long anyhow."
They snatch it from your hands, a momentary spark of awe glinting in their eyes before dissipating and leaving only warry-ness. They take a few steps back from you after that, so you take that as your cue to head out, ears listening intently in case they were to start coming at you out of the blue.
The doorbell chimes again as you exit, and just before the door closes behind you, a couple of words catch your ears.
"Goodbye, Dr. Mortis."
How did they know to call you a doctor?
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coldwind-shiningstars · 3 years ago
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Novy's Guide To Feeding Tubes For Fun And Funky 20somethings
This guide's usefulness is not limited by age (you can be a teen, or in your 50s! anything works) but it does assume you, the reader, are getting a feeding tube yourself. This is much less aimed at parents with young children, or adult children of elders. There's lots of other guides aimed specifically at these groups out there.
I am not a doctor, or even in medical school. I'm a chronically ill public health student. This is not medical advice, it's basic information and life hacks. If you're unsure about anything please ask your doctor, and remember I'm just a person on the internet who doesn't know your particular situation.
Basics: There are several types of feeding tubes: nasal tubes vs surgical tubes, and gastric tubes, duodenal or jejunal tubes. The first aspect refers to how the tube enters your body, and the second to where it goes to. People refer to them with acronyms, so an NG tube is a nasogastric tube (goes through your nose to your stomach) and a PEJ or J-tube is a percutaneous endoscopy jejunostomy, a hole through your abdomen into your jejunum. I have a PEG (hole in abdomen into stomach). There are also JG-tubes, where you have a hole into your stomach but there's a long tube threaded into your jejunum from your stomach. Surgical tubes are usually long-term, and nasal tubes are often short term. People often have a nasal tube to trial tube feeds before going through surgery.
Some people have a gastric tube they don't use for feeds, but for draining out stomach contents. This can be really helpful for some people!
You've probably heard the word "tubie" if you know anything about feeding tubes, it just means someone who has one.
I do not really remember my surgery because I had a bad antibiotic reaction and Experienced A Sense Of Impending Doom. Mostly, I can say -- I know it's scary, and you may have a lot of complicated feelings. It's okay. Eating is held up as some sort of fundamental human experience, and it's absolutely not, but it's okay to grieve. It's okay to wonder what will change, or worry about how you'll look now.
However in my personal opinion, you are going to become a cyborg and that's badass. The cyberpunk future is here and it's disabled people. 🤖♿
It will probably hurt for a bit after the surgery; I found ice was really helpful. I would sleep with a body pillow and an ice pack tucked between the pillow and my body.
You'll want to tape the dangly end to your stomach, otherwise it'll get yanked. You'll have adhesive on your stomach all the time, so you want to find a tape that doesn't irritate your skin. I use a soft blue medical tape from the grocery store. Some people really like Grip-loc but I haven't tried it.
After your stoma heals, you might be able to request to replace your dangler tube (long, you need to tape it up) with a button (much smaller, no need for tape.) You need to replace tubes regularly so it's not an extra procedure, it's just a QOL improvement for a lot of people! However surgical tubes (almost?) always have a dangler placed first
A demonstration of the difference (from the ALS society, this link may be helpful for everyone not just people with ALS)
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[ID: comparison of a standard feeding tube, which has a bumper at the stomach and a long tube dangling away from the body, and a low-profile feeding tube button, which sits flat against the stomach.]
There are two (? I think) types of pumps, Kangaroo Joey and Moog Enteralite Infinity. Kangaroo Joey is a lot heavier. If you have the choice and you're planning to do anything but sleeping while hooked up, I'd ask for Moog. If it doesn't work for you you can try the Joey!
If you are prescribed feeds throughout the day you can get a backpack to carry them through insurance, but they are usually ugly! There are backpacks out there to buy (try Etsy) or if you can sew, tutorials for modifying an existing backpack for your tube.
Also, free arms exist , but I've never used one. They're really expensive! I've heard good things, though.
If you go with an IV pole you can decorate it and that's always nice! Mine I covered with washi tape and silver star tinsel.
Lots of people get granulation tissue around their stoma. I get a lot of, uh, crusty stoma gunk? I clean my stoma regularly (qtip and warm water) because otherwise my skin gets acid-burns and irritated. Tubie pads are really helpful for some people. I like ones with fluffy backs. There are lots of people who make them, try different types until you find one you like. You can also use gauze.
There are 2 ways to connect your tube-in-you to your feeding pump; ENfit and classic. I used classic for a while and did not like it. I'd often come unhooked and not notice. I'd wake up in a pool of formula or look down and see my shirt was covered in stomach contents. :/!
ENfit screws in and it's much nicer for me. Personal preference, but ENfit is my favorite (and it's meant to reduce medical error.)
You WILL probably get formula everywhere, sometimes in public and sometimes in the middle of the night. It.. sucks. Keep clean sheets nearby.
Formula is hard to get out of fabric and I have minimal energy so I just take things in the shower with me and scrub them there before running them through the washer (Honestly I do this with incontinence and period messes too. It's strangely helpful)
Sometimes tubes get clogged, to prevent this you need to flush with water often. Flushing also helps keep them from smelling bad, and in buttons keeps formula from solidifying and gunking up your anti-reflux valve. People say you can unclog tubes by flushing with coca-cola, but I've heard that that can increase risk of later clogs. Talk to your doctor about what to do.
There's a strange thing that happens when I'm hungry; my tube gets kind of sucked deeper into my stomach? Some sort of suction, I don't know how to describe it. It feels weird, but nothing's wrong with your tube! You just need something in your stomach, I've found. Water works.
If your stoma has been feeling fine for a while and then suddenly starts bleeding and hurting, you may need a tube change. My gastroenterologist said nothing was wrong, that they just hurt sometimes and I had to just deal with it, and then my tube fell out and had really sharp calcifications all over it, which hurt! The new tube did not hurt at all.
If your tube falls out it's not an emergency but it's urgent. Stomas close really fast. If you can't replace it yourself you need to go to the ER. They can replace it there. I tape gauze over the stoma to keep it from leaking stomach contents while I wait for it to be replaced.
If you feel like something is wrong it probably is. I kept waking up in the night to vomit formula and said I wanted to change formulas, and the gastroenterologist insisted This Formula Is Best. Eventually I convinced him to try a different one and I have much less night vomiting. I use Fibersource. Some people blend their own. I've also heard lots of good things about Kate Farms. It really depends on your personal needs.
If you have POTS and aren't doing feeds round the clock, you can do fluids through your tube! It keeps me from needing IVs so often. I use water and liquid IV and powdered magnesium and run my tube, and it really helps (It's easier than remembering to drink.)
You can do meds through your tube. Try and get as many in liquid form as possible, and the other ones you can use a pill crusher and dissolve in water. I have trouble swallowing pills so this has been really helpful!
You can get different size syringes to do this.
I wish you so much luck and joy with your tube! Mine truly changed my life and I am so grateful for it. It can be hard, and awful, and disgusting, but nutrition is so worth it.
If you have any other questions, please feel free to DM me or send me an ask.
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dantejanvier-blog · 5 years ago
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WIP Segment
The gunmetal sky hung oval shaped on a plane of leaning grasses, they oscillated between earth and the clouded air. An Oval door gave way to the scene within, men in long, draping garb, men in knee high boots, men armed with swords, staffs, and scripture; a brace of columns gave way to the rhombuses of light piercing the floor. The lady carried her bags down the spiral staircase, she flickered, skipping a frame. A ivory light hung at the round room’s vertex; a match struck, a puff of smoke; the lamp’s reflection; the washed out sliver of window light filling the curtain like a vial of iced water, all conspiring to cut through the shadowy shapes. A pair of piercing Slavic eyes, an impenetrably bearded half-face, peering across to a counterpart yet revealed. Cyrillic interruption. The man with the light eyes put his hand around the bare arm of the bashful woman, her giving less than enough room to the bald, mustachioed man glancing admirably, head crushed by another in a three-piece; the ladies crowded with their smiles and interest at the gravity of the ingenue.
It was remarkable to me at the time how much the girl on screen resembled Diorbhorguil. I couldn’t help but glance at her through the dark with half an eye, I wondered if she felt similarly. The round, jejune face infrequently lit by the scenes playing out in front of us stayed fixated. I always was distracted, and in large part capable of taking in multitudes. Dior was the other type of person, a sort of completest offering herself to one thing at a time. She was a glaring contrast to Amandine. Where my girlfriend was innocent, somewhat naive, hopeful, and ultimately generous with her curiosities, Dior gave the impression of experience, sexual or otherwise, rightfully cynical in light of the war her old continent lived through, and reserved in the manner of a lady who chose her words carefully. Yet the two shared something important that I would not find out until later.
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thebuffbengali · 5 years ago
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The oddity of multitudinous exoplanets have left astronomers baffled ever since they were discovered. In the unquenchable thirst for discovering extraterrestrial life, many of these recently discovered exoplanets, unique in their own esses, are being studied and savvied. Some have been found to be residing in their parent stars' "habitable" (the reason for it being betwixt inverted commas is lucid and very obvious) zones, some in close proximity to their stars, some orbiting their stars, some hot, some cold, some so bizarre, having characteristics and properties so flummoxing that the probabilities and very chances of their existences are questioned and doubted.
The Hubble telescope is always looking for exoplanets to be newly discovered in the vastness of space. The exemplification of it can be nebulously analogous to the odyssey of a deep-sea diver in a diving bell set out to find diminutive, ephemeral and rare mineral crystals in the Earth's oceans. Now, of course, we know that space is immeasurably colossal to be equated or analogized with the oceans but this is just to make someone picture it in his mind how vast our Universe is and how Herculean and labyrinthine it is to discover exoplanets!
Here are ten of some of the weirdest exoplanets ever discovered.
1). The exoplanet named TrES-2b, located approximately 750 l.yrs from our solar system, is officially the darkest planet ever discovered. This abstruse and menacing planet reflects less than 1% of all the light that hits it, making it significantly darker than the majority of known exoplanets. The ominously dark surface can be partially explained by the aerospheric light-absorbent gases that make up the bulk of the planet. Although astronomers aren't fully enlightened about why it is so abberantly dark, there is another eerily confounding fact about this gnomic planet laid bare and unfolded among the myriads of mysteries our universe bears. This sinister-looking sphere of gas also glows a molten red colour as if it's an incandescent ball of coal alight, peregrinating through the fabric of space. This is because the surface temperature of this planet is an inexorably pitiless 1,100°C!
2). This planet is anything but dark, the exact antithesis of the latter - a luminescently sparkling realm just like an astronomically enormous ball of diamond because it is made of diamond! This planet, named 55 Cancri E, is about twice the size of Earth and a third of it is made of solid diamond. It is very carbon-heavy and it is so dense that all the carbon is in the form of diamond. But don't get too overwhelmed and exhilarated because the shimmering exoplanet is a spectacular 40 light years away from us! With our still-developing advancements in science and infinitesimally insubstantial, microcosmic efflorescence in space exploration delimiting us, traversing such a mind-crushing distance is ludicrously beyond us and this makes Cancri stark inaccessible contemporarily. But, even it we were able to reach this diamond elysium and reach home with an influx of even a minute fraction of the diamond crystals there, the ubiquitousness and overabundance of diamonds will be so immanent globally that this would lead to the value of diamonds plummeting exponentially due to the lack of rarity and proliferation in its supply to surfeit! An avalanche of diamonds procurable like nitrogen would not be that much of an euphoria then! So this sublime realm is best admired from afar.
3). Now this exoplanet seems to defy what you have come across in your chemistry textbooks, looks bewilderingly inscrutable when observed and confusticatingly paradoxical, a pulchritudinous world commingling and coalescing two polarities in synchronous accord. This planet, named Gliese 436b, is a ginormous ball of ice on fire - a planet no one would be convinced about when heard of for the first time and would probably laugh it off as some fictional, chimerical realm from Star Wars or Thor or a jejune joke until they are nonplussed and taken aback by reality! The icy surface of the planet is constantly burning at an eldritch 439°C!! So how can this ever be possible that solid ice is perfectly existing unmelted with fire at such a temperature way above its melting point? Astronomers have an explanation for this thankfully. Well, the planet's gravitational attraction is so extremely leviathan that it pulls the melted ice water towards its core, compressing it into a solid form and precluding it from ever evaporating no matter how much it burns!
4). Next time you complain about the weather here on earth, just stop for a moment and be thankful to God that you don't live on the planet HD 189773b, where it unremittingly rains glass sideways! The atmosphere of this exoplanet is profusely full of silicon-infused or silicon-based compounds and substances, which give it its elegantly majestic, worth-panegyrising blue colour. Because of the planet's high surface temperature, these silicon-based particles condense to form solid glass which descends askew as precipitation relentlessly, manoeuvred and dynamicized by tremendously volant winds with staggering speeds of around 4000mph! Seriously! Take a moment and imagine being stranded on this planet, anticipating the worst - an excruciating death as the unforgiving and baleful, aculeate and sword-like glass precipitation perforates every flesh of your zephyr-like body, ripping and tearing it apart into shreds and smithereens! It maybe way too blood-curdling or spine-chilling to imagine but the way I described it is quite close to how it's gonna end! Horror and agony shall be finality.
5). If you think HD 189773b was hellish and unsparing, you haven't met this exoplanet named WASP-12b. This poor and unfortunate planet is being gradually ingurgitated and devoured by its parent star. It's caught up in an orbit so close to the star's punishing vortex that it has been heated up to extremely high temperatures and its mass is being engulfed up by the fireball at a very swift rate, feeding the star up into a gargantuan, blazing fusion reactor venturing in space. WASP-12b is roughly the size of Jupiter. However, it appears to be larger because the crushing temperatures of its parent star have caused it to balloon up and expand on the verge of an apocalyptic implosion! This defenceless planet, awaiting its inevitable doom on sealed fate and the epilogue of its tragic biography, loses an incredible 6 billion metric tonnes of mass every second! In fact, it's being torn apart so rapidly that it is no longer a spherical shape but an egg-like oblong shape resembling the elliptical orbits of the planets of our solar system when viewed from above.
6). This one is a very fascinating exoplanet named Gliese 581c. This planet is very special because it's being voted by the scientific community as one of the top three exoplanets likely to support alien life! And what, in the universe, titillates astronomers more than this? Although Gliese is surmised to harbour extraterrestrial life, there are many features and facts about this planet that makes it very different from our blue home. This planet orbits a red dwarf star 🔴 while the Earth orbits a main sequence star ☀️. On Gliese, if you gazed up at the horizon waiting for the star-rise, you'd get a magnificently breathtaking and literally "out-of-the-world" stupefying sight of a lustrous and flaming red glow in the sky as the red dwarf star comes into your field of view gradually and enthrals you in its alluring emergence. The sky would continue to look a deep crimson red colour throughout the day until star-set. The planet is also tidally locked i.e. it doesn't rotate on its axis, just like the moon's relationship with our Earth. One side of the planet is always facing away from its star and the other always facing towards it. The side that always faces the red dwarf is so blisteringly hot that if you were to stand there, it would melt you alive into soup and vaporize you completely! However, the opposite side of the planet, facing away from the star, is so astonishingly cold that you'd instantly freeze to death! Limiting yourself to assume that some alien life forms will be similar to those here on Earth, you must be wondering how could this violently harsh planet support life. Well, there's a narrow strip of land halfway between the hot side and the cooler side that has just the optimum temperature to support alien life. That central area has been assumed to be the exoplanet's habitable zone. Care has to be taken to make sure the living organisms do not make their way to either of the two extremes to circumvent the torment of getting roasted or frozen to cessation! In 2008, a message was sent by scientists on Earth directly at Gliese 581c and it is expected to reach the planet in 2029.
7). This planet is located in the Scorpio's constellation and known as WASP-17b. One feature that makes this planet so striking and stellar is its sheer size. It is 1.9 times the size of Jupiter, the king of the planets in our solar system. This planet is so prodigious that it is not supposed yo exist theoretically. It kind of seems to break the "laws" of how large a planet can be. For its size, it also has an extremely low density. Because of this, it fits into a very unique class of planets called "puffy planets"! These planets are very large and their densities ate very low in juxtaposition. But it's not the only thing about WASP-17b that makes it so idiosyncratic. It also has a retrograde orbit i.e. it rotates at an opposite direction to its host star.
8 ). You may remember that Luke Skywalker's home planet of Tatooine in Star Wars had two suns. But, as is often the case, reality can be much more awe-inspiring and stupendous than science fiction or imaginative movies. A 149 light years away from us is a planet which has not one, not two, but three stars. This three-star planet, which goes by its catalogue name of HD 188753Ab, ensconces itself in a triple-star system HD 188753. If you had the capability of visiting this planet and be jubilant in surviving and coping with its conditions, you'd experience triple shadows and a sky that gives the spellbinding and captivating view of three different stars of different colours. That'd be one hell of an enrapturing varicoloured show on the horizon gladdening your photoreceptors! You'd also experience constant eclipses as its three parent stars crossed each other's paths. And of course, you'd see very unusual but one of the most intriguing sunrises and sunsets in the universe.
9). Now imagine yourself in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and the horizon seems to be the indistinguishable merging of the blue sky and the ocean. Everywhere you look, there's only water. No sign of land and you're just in between the ineludible big blue seemingly infinite in its hold. That's what it'll exactly be like if you visited GJ 1214b, about 47 light years away from our solar system. It is an exoplanet made entirely of water, the primary liquid astronomers look for in a planet before assuming it to harbour life! They have nicknamed this planet "the waterworld". The entire surface of this distant realm is one vast, continuous ocean and it remains exactly the same for miles underneath the surface until you reach the planet's core which is encrusted with a thick layer of solid ice. But this ice isn't any ordinary ice that you'd expect to find in your refrigerator! This is because this ice isn't frozen due to cold temperatures. The water surrounding the core is under such an immense amount of pressure from the water above on the surface that the water incarcerating the core is totally compressed to solid ice! This outlandish, rare and unique form of ice is known to scientists as "ICE VII".
10). Last but not the least, 470 l.ys away from us is a planet discovered by the Kepler Space Observatory. It is known as Kepler 438b. This is another peculiar planet that has not got its eccentricity from any distinct features but because it is the most Earth-like planet we've ever found! Having the highest ESI (Earth Similarity Index), this planet has an outstanding ESI value of 0.88, making is ultra rare and very special for that case! Discovered in January 2015, this planet has all the right prerequisites for having the possibility of harbouring alien life, according to the scientists. Most importantly, it is a rocky world just like Earth and its propinquity to its host star places it in the Goldilocks Zone (habitable zone). Water is essential to life. Where there is this precious liquid, there is probably life. But in order to have complex life (assuming that we consider other alien life forms to be somewhat similar to those on Earth), there is a necessity of liquid water which, most of the time, can only be present in the Goldilocks zone. So, this planet is highly likely to have liquid water and therefore life, which makes it one of the weirdest and most fascinating exoplanets we've ever discovered!
These were only ten of the strangest exoplanets we've discovered till date. God knows what's waiting for us in the future when we come across a few, among the zillions, which will be far stranger and mind-boggling for us to expect! This is space. It will never fail to leave you nonplussed and humbled, make you ponder on how many other undiscovered secrets are hiding in its grandeur, waiting for us to meet!
⚂PHOTO - Artist's depiction of two neighbouring exoplanets.
∅Written by: Shamsud Doha. /thebuffbengali [Plosker]
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haiforkyuuties · 7 years ago
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Prompt: “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
Since there was no more information given for this, I decided to make it for Oikawa, meeting a teasing/eccentric person with a prank streak a mile wide. That, and I really wanted to write a rom-com scenario. It’s not that much romance (if at all, really), but I had fun writing it which is what matters.
Oikawa had to admit, you sure as hell made good chocolates.
It is customary for him to receive chocolates during Valentine’s Day from his admirers. Although the cards would have beautifully laced ‘obligatory chocolates’ imprinted in ink or written in icing along the center of the heart-shaped chocolate, he knew that aside from a few, they weren’t just obligatory.
Yours catches his eye a tad more than the others, though, because he can’t understand it. It’s weird, to say the least—who makes alien-shaped chocolates with the writing ‘you’re out of this world!’ and their name on the inside of their card?
Iwaizumi usually could care less, but he finds it funny to watch Oikawa’s confused (and remarkably bemused) stare at the chocolate piece in his hand.  They stand outside Oikawa’s classroom after school to head to volleyball practice, and Iwaizumi glances at the chocolate and back at Oikawa and asks, “Who found out about your lame alien obsession?”
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, a knowing smirk on his face, “Was it you, Matsukawa, or Hanamaki.”
“None of us would ever think of sending you chocolates, ever. That’d feed your ego too much.” Iwaizumi glares back. “Besides, it has a name on it, right?”
“True…” Oikawa says, thoroughly stumped at the mystery of the chocolate aliens, “(l/n)(f/n)…  She’s in our class, right?”
“I don’t keep track of your fangirls.”
Names and faces flash through Oikawa’s head as he tries to remember who you are. He frowns, looking upwards as if the answer is written on the ceiling, but the answer remains behind him as he hears his name being called down the hall.
He turns, putting on his usual charming smile. “Oh, (l/n)-san! I was just having the chocolates you sent right now, actually—er, Iwaizumi and I, I mean.” He makes sure to include Iwaizumi, because if he makes you think that the chocolates are exclusively for him, you’ll get the wrong idea for sure. “They’re really good!”
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes at Oikawa’s weak attempt at indirect rejection.
You smile. “Oh, really? That’s great… so you like them, then?”
“Yeah, for sure!” Oikawa gives a reassuring ‘OK’ hand gesture and smiles back. “Anyways, Iwa-chan and I have to—”
“W-Would you… be willing to have them every day, then?” You ask, twiddling your fingers and averting  your gaze.
“Ehh? (l/n)-san, are you asking me to marry you?” He says cheerfully, with a flirtatious and teasing smile and wink to match. He avoids the question completely, which is what he wanted and what he’s accustomed to, but—
“Yes.”
Your voice goes flat in seriousness as you stop fidgeting and look at Oikawa almost robotically. Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s eyes both widen. There’s no way—you can’t be serious—
Oikawa pauses for a moment, and his smile falters. He takes a slow side glance in your direction to try and tell if you’re joking. Your voice sounded comically serious, but there was no way—you two were high schoolers. He knew his fans could be insane, but he never actually expected this. Normally, people would blush and squeal and stutter something like, “Wh-What? No! I mean… maybe… in a while…” but he was joking. He had never heard anyone so bluntly accept what was clearly a joke.
You look back at him, meeting his flabbergasted stare, purse-lipped smile and furrowed eyebrows with your own deadpan for a few seconds. The blush on his face went from ear to ear, and he seemed to be thinking of some way to let you down nicely. He didn’t look disgusted, per se, but he definitely did not look as composed as he did when he turned down everyday confessions.
“Congratulations,” Iwaizumi says beside him. He gives a sardonic puff of air just short of a laugh, since he knows that Oikawa’s superficiality finally got him into a tight situation with a crazed fan. A stalker that found out he liked aliens, and now a marriage proposal? This was too good.
Oikawa gives a jejune chuckle, vowing to curse Iwaizumi later in his head, and looks back at you. “Um, as much as I… er… appreciate it, I—”
You can’t take it anymore, and burst out in laughter. Both Iwaizumi and Oikawa are thrown for a loop again, and between laughs, you manage to tell them, “you should… holy crap… the looks on your faces…”
Iwaizumi’s the first to shake out of the stupor, laughing along with you at Oikawa, and he says, “You totally fell for that.”
Oikawa’s face was more than red at this point, having been thoroughly duped, and glares at Iwaizumi. “Oh, shut it, Iwa-chan! You did, too!” He directs his anger towards you. “Who are you, anyways? Aren’t you just pretending it’s a joke ‘cause you knew I was going to reject you, or something?”
“No? I’m sorry, Oikawa-san. My friends told me that when you rejected them, you looked so composed and I bet that I could get it so that you wouldn’t be… but this… this is great.” You laugh. “Don’t worry. Don’t get me wrong, you’re cute and all, it’s just—a little too fake for me.”
Oikawa glares at you, but Iwaizumi seems to have taken a liking. “Then what about the aliens?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Aliens? What about them? Those are a little random, I guess. I just like aliens.”
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi smirks, “so does he.”
“Oh, really?” You ask, genuinely surprised. “What a coincidence.”
“Yeah, what a coincidence.” Oikawa repeats sarcastically, giving the same kind of condescending stare he’d give Kageyama or Ushijima, “Anyway, Iwa-chan. Practice.”
Iwaizumi grins at you one last time before the two start heading off, but you call Oikawa out one last time.
“Still, Oikawa-san, marriage might not be all that bad.”
He can’t tell how serious or joking you are, so he simply glares and turns away as Iwaizumi chuckles and teases him down the hall.
BONUS
“Coach, that person’s been watching us for a while now. I thought the policy was to kick fans out of the gym because of what happened last time?” Oikawa says, smiling leisurely at his coach, but he can’t help the short glare he sends at you in the stands.
“No, Oikawa, (l/n)-san is the new manager.” The coach replies, not averting his eyes away from his clipboard.
“Oh, hell no.”
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IC: NOME TERRENO: Eva de Alencar NOME MITOLÓGICO: Hagne/Ἁγνη FACECLAIM: Michele Alves - @miaalvescz NASCIMENTO: 25 de dezembro de 1998 NATURALIDADE: Rio de Janeiro, Brasil 
SER: Semi-deusa, filha de Perséfone Nível: 02 Dormitório: Orion - 02
TWITTER: @eva_olp OCUPAÇÃO: Estudante de Gastronomia
QUALIDADES: cuidadosa, criativa, paciente DEFEITOS: pessimista, materialista, rancorosa  
BIOGRAFIA:
Fernando recebeu a Revelação em tenra idade e optou por dedicar sua vida ao sacerdócio. A igreja do bairro tornou-se sua segunda casa, para onde ia todos os dias após as aulas e finais de semana, um local de tranquilidade e relaxamento. Seus pais aprovavam a fé do filho, falhando em enxergar os níveis desesperados que ela poderia atingir em anos vindouros. Se soubessem, provavelmente também prefeririam assim, já que assim evitariam que se bandeasse para caminhos malignos e andasse com companhias desagradáveis.
Não foi uma surpresa quando, ao terminar o curso de teologia, Fernando assumiu a paróquia local. Talvez fosse o padre mais jovem entre as cidades vizinhas, mas representava o aspecto fervoroso que os habitantes procuravam. Entre seus sermões inspiradores e missas sublimes, Fernando dedicava-se especialmente ao jardim de rosas nos fundos da sacristia. Gostava das flores, acreditava que embelezavam a casa de Deus e contrastavam bem com os vitrais. Mal sabia que as flores e seu extremo cuidado com elas seria seu maior motivo de dor.
Fernando não costumava sonhar, mas em uma noite recebeu a visita de uma demônia súcubo durante seu sono. Era a mulher mais bonita que já havia visto, e embora tenha tentado resistir no início, as coisas escalaram de maneira veloz. Ao acordar, estava sem fôlego e os claros resquícios de seu crime contra a fé jaziam na cama. Mas talvez estes não fossem os detalhes mais interessantes da cena, mas sim o bebê enrolado em mantas rosadas, do outro lado do cômodo, sob a cruz na parede.
Seria crueldade abandonar a criança ali, embora não soubesse de onde ela havia surgido. Conforme os anos se passaram, porém, Fernando percebia que talvez seu sonho com a súcubo não houvesse sido apenas um sonho e aquela criança não fosse tão pura quanto pensava. Eva agia como qualquer pequeno ser, mas seus traços eram deveras parecidos com os do padre e de sua família próxima. Apesar de ter espalhado que havia lhe adotado, aos poucos Fernando se perguntava se aquela menina não seria apenas um demônio disfarçado em sua casa.
O sofrimento na vida de Eva iniciou-se cedo, a partir do momento em que seu pai percebeu a semelhança entre ambos. Ele, inclusive, se recusava a ser chamado de pai pela garotinha. Exorcismos, orações e outros rituais de cunho religioso foram feitos com intuito de retirar quaisquer espíritos ruins do corpo de Eva. Além disso, foi múltiplas vezes obrigada a passar por castigos físicos como jejuns e surras para atingir a tão desejada pureza plena. Gastou muitos de seus anos em longas e tediosas tardes estudando a bíblia, e em seu tempo livre escapava para visitar o jardim e cuidar das flores, que pareciam responder às suas emoções.
Eva apenas recebeu aval para frequentar a escola quando o primeiro ensino fundamental já havia passado. Ela finalmente deixou seu lar e pôde explorar a escola pela primeira vez, tendo antes recebido tutoria particular do próprio padre. Sob ordens do pai, tentava esconder a própria aparência sob roupas largas, cachecóis e toucas, mas era impossível não compará-los. Eva tirava boas notas, porém, mas era um tanto quanto excluída por ser filha do padre. Ninguém entendia exatamente como um padre poderia ter uma filha por aquelas bandas, desconsiderando sua adoção.
Foi assim que Eva conheceu uma gentil professora chamada Camelía, que passou a representar o papel materno vago em sua vida. Seu pai estava feliz com o crescimento da filha, que finalmente poderia entender seu papel como mulher. Ele não poderia ensiná-la muitas coisas e se reprimia de comentar sobre certos assuntos, mas esperava que a cátedra pudesse lhe ceder um pouco de sabedoria. Todavia, ele empalideceu quando conheceu a professora. Era ela: aquela maldita súcubo.
Eva não entendeu os gritos trocados entre Fernando e a mulher, e se escondeu enquanto ambos brigavam. Por algum tempo permaneceu no confessionário, encolhida, as mãos envolvendo os joelhos. Em algum momento, Camelía retirou-a de lá e sorriu, contando tudo sobre suas origens. Ela chamava-se Perséfone, Fernando era de fato seu pai biológico, e agora ela teria que levá-la para outro lugar. Seu pai não estava em nenhum lugar visível, e logo Eva entendeu que nunca mais o veria. O que Perséfone havia feito, porém, permaneceria para sempre um mistério.
HABILIDADES: 1. Ao imaginar uma forma específica que quer moldar um vegetal das proximidades, sua vontade se torna real. Com um teste bem sucedido, afeta um número de plantas de grande porte (ou um número grande de plantas menores) igual aos sucessos alcançados no teste. Diante de seus olhos, as plantas se dobram ao seu desejo, permanecendo na nova forma — mesmo continuando a crescer normalmente. Não pode mover as plantas rápido o suficiente para atacar as pessoas, mas pode tecê-las em redes, gaiolas ou armas. Alternativamente, poderia criar um abrigo confortável para si ou mudar os arredores para cobrir seus rastros. Ainda pode criar ou tecer objetos com espessas camadas de algas ou madeiras habilmente. A planta precisa ser grande o suficiente para o pretendido, um arbusto não daria uma canoa segura.
2. Sabe se orientar em locais naturais, sendo impossível se perder neles. Se tocar as plantas é capaz de saber se há pessoas e criaturas nessa área, e a qual distância estão.
3. Consegue ver fantasmas, mesmo que não estejam manifestos. Para ele os fantasmas são reais, tem cheiro, voz, etc. e pode assim se comunicar com eles, pedir informações, e ajuda, mas não significa que será ajudado. Ainda não consegue causar dano ao fantasma.
4. Desenvolvem o controle da temperatura do campo ao seu redor, conseguindo torna-la mais quente como no verão, assim como amena assemelhando-se à primavera (apenas dez metros em volta da semideusa) e apenas um de cada vez.
5. Pode abençoar uma área ao alcance de sua visão, e tirar qualquer praga ou infestação de imediato, seja natural ou não. Será como se a infestação nunca tivesse ocorrido, e os vermes de repente acham as plantas desagradáveis. Ou pode amaldiçoar a área com uma infestação ou pragas que matam as plantas em definitivo e as torna tão atraentes para os vermes que aumenta qualquer infestação.
6. Perséfone sendo a Rainha do Submundo, consegue abrir pequenas fendas do mundo inferior (as quais não podem levar ninguém para lá) para invocar e controlar animais mortos de médio porte, os quais são mais resistentes que os animais normais (ainda podem convocar apenas cinco).
7. A afinidade com plantas e flores aumenta, principalmente com fragrâncias liberadas. Aprende a canalizar feromônios e pode ganhar vantagens de acordo com o tipo de feromônios. [1] FEROMÔNIOS SEXUAIS: Desperta atração sexual, o que torna o alvo suscetível a persuasão; [2] FEROMÔNIOS DE ALARME: Alerta do perigo próximo, tornando as pessoas próximas desconfiadas e alarmadas; [3] FEROMÔNIOS DE TRILHA: Funcionam como as migalhas de joão e maria, deixando um rastro a ser seguido; [4] FEROMÔNIOS DE ATAQUE: Todos os mortais, animais e insetos (quantidade de afetados igual aos sucessos de ativação) da área irão atacar o alvo; [5] FEROMÔNIOS DE AGREGAÇÃO: Plantas ao redor reagem aos feromônios dando frutos.
8. Conseguindo maior controle sobre o verão, os semideuses de Perséfone conseguem implantar a desidratação ou congelar qualquer ser vivo próximo a ele, provocando assim tonturas, vômitos e febre. O poder só pode ser usado em no máximo duas pessoas ao mesmo tempo.
9. Ao utilizar esta dádiva, Eva consegue fazer com que as plantas num ambiente ajam em seu favor durante um embate. Isso não dá a elas uma consciência, não as faz seres pensantes, elas só têm ações intuitivas em proteger Eva e seus aliados. Assim, sempre que ativar este poder as plantas irão atrapalhar as ações do adversário, podendo literalmente atacá-lo. Existem várias possibilidades do que pode ser feito, respeitando apenas o instinto de proteção da natureza (folhas podem cair atrapalhando a precisão do adversário, plantas rasteiras se emaranham nos pés dificultando a mobilidade, galhos aparecerem na frente derrubando ou acertando o adversário, podendo inclusive causar Dano, dependendo da ação que acontecer).
10. Ao fazer contato com alguém possuído, Eva não apenas é capaz de sentir a possessão como pode também exorcizar o fantasma encarando o hospedeiro, tocando-lhe no peito com a palma da mão aberta e gritando "Saia!".
11. Consegue dominar totalmente as plantas e criar novas do nada, apenas invocando-as de qualquer tipo de solo. As plantas criadas por Eva com esta dádiva crescem até seu tamanho ideal em 1 minuto, porém nunca ultrapassam o limite de sua espécie. Podem nascer em qualquer solo existente, mesmo os não apropriados para o crescimento natural. Para ativar é necessário metade dos sucessos possíveis. As plantas criadas continuam no ambiente indefinidamente se este favorecer sua existência. Caso não, a planta dura um número de dias equivalente aos sucessos do teste, e depois começa a morrer por falta de nutrientes. Pode criar um número de plantas igual a metade dos sucessos alcançados.
12. Este poder permite ao padronado de Perséfone olhar nos olhos de um cadáver e ver refletida a última coisa que o morto presenciou. A visão aparece apenas nos olhos do cadáver e ninguém poderá vê-la, exceto o filho que estiver usando o poder. Se tocar em um cadáver pode ler os pensamentos que ele tinha em vida, descobrindo quem ele era.
13. O feiticeiro enlaça o Destino do alvo em torno de um determinado local e puxa. A Linha passa (metafisicamente) através do corpo do alvo e ancora seu espírito naquele local. Contra um alvo com Lenda inferior, não há defesa; alvos com Lenda igual ou superior podem tentar resistir. Se a mágica for bem-sucedida, enquanto vivo ainda pode sair e se movimentar, após sua morte a alma se torna um fantasma preso no local. Usuários poderosos são capazes de libertá-la, caso contrário, só pode escapar se o feiticeiro desfaz o feitiço ou cria alguma pré condição. O espírito preso sabe da condição e pode pedir ajuda as pessoas para que a satisfaça e libertem-no. Pode ser lançado em fantasmas já mortos também.
14. Com comandos da mente, consegue manipular e/ou modificar a composição molecular e estrutura de qualquer planta que esteja em seu campo de visão, fazendo assim com que elas obtenham propriedades de outros elementos. Elas podem se tornar venenosas, curativas, afiadas, mais resistentes, ou até mesmo mais de uma propriedade ao mesmo tempo.
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nowherenowherenowhere · 7 years ago
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Balthazar Ice Cream Factory Tours
on the day of the dancing dandelions the automated sea dock loads steal beams for; Slingshot Martian Luna Hotel #47 Kepler Recursive Observatory Salmon Dolphin Research Station Benedict Halo and Holmstead (former Pluto)
Residents of earth will receive in the mail on dates marked July 14 - July 20: free tours of terrestrial shipment corp. installations; Balthazar Ice Cream Factory Jejune Paperworks Allocatir Eyewear Semi-Zero Combustable Goods and Services The Literature Mind Collective Educational Automaton Fabrications Grain Balloon Confectionary Synthetic Materials Digital Zine and Echo Sleep Bodysong Initiative
All resident members of the waiting list, please find enclosed a poem from Dore Hythacia;
On earth, 
we drink each other like potions 
that is something that has become truer 
the more days I am alive 
we drink each other like potions, blind 
and take on each quality and purity 
sometimes it is nectar 
sometime, bitter poison 
some pass through the blood after a time 
some become time itself
to those looking at their home as a star 
to us all, all stars are home 
or once were in the first and fundamental dimension of measure
:// all postal pneumonic recipients will receive a shipment of Blueberry Muffins if you are in the Southern Hemisphere, and a shipment of Caramel Slice if you reside in the northern hemisphere. Polar bases will receive a shipment of either Salmon Pudding or Tuna Custard (local fishery yield pending) :// Shipments of pulped birch for pressed paper, as well as squid-ink quills will be shipped Terrestrially beginning the week of the 23rd.
:// All personal cinemascope’s have been updated with the Martian Art’s Play ‘Technomancy and the Himalaya’ as well as transcribes of the radioplay ‘Henrk Balsophan and the Basalt Throne’ from the Martian and Io Arts Collective.  :// As per mass request, an inquiry for the blueprints of the new harmonium instruments made on the Callisto Settlement have been submitted for inquiry for transfer between all Humanoid Settlements. :// A book of poems and lectures from Drange Ghent has also been submitted.
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from-beneath-it-devours · 8 years ago
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Thoughts on Alexis
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"I suppose one could say I have taken a liking to the mortal.” For while her gift had been beyond hideous, very few ever gave gifts to the petite shewolf. Kindness even if presented as pleasantry was not something that was often bestowed upon her. For most who gave her things, usually wanted something in exchange. And so, what would have seemed like the most simple and jejune gesture to all, had not been to her. “When not hiding behind her smile and buffoon-like behavior, I can see intelligence and a will to survive. Yet, I would not dare to raze that light that at times makes her a refreshing company or too often, quite the annoyance, for one has to learn to enjoy the silence once in while.”
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versatilepoetry · 5 years ago
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Doggedly Blind
Even if you placed him under the most ferociously blazing Sunlight; with rays of blistering flamboyance disseminating into a pool of profound dynamism around his visage, Even if you placed him in castles profusely embellished with the most scintillating of jewels; with a crown of unprecedentedly glittering gold perched majestically on his head, Even if you placed him amidst an unsurpassably titillating cavern of infatuating seductresses; with the inebriation of untamed sensuality overwhelmingly transcending over cranny of the jejune atmosphere, Even if you placed him in the floodlights of indomitable cynosure; with countless cameras dazzling the enchanting night in mystical shimmer; clicking him from every angle in inexorable adulation, The air around him still stabbed him like a zillion venomously blood stained thorns; the world around him was nothing but a dungeon of ghoulishly penalizing darkness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born Disastrously blind. 2 Even if you placed him in the stridently pulsating discotheque; with the vivaciously revolving lights triggering a revolution of unparalleled ebullience in the heart of the sonorously deadened night, Even if you placed him in the center of the fathomlessly sunlit sky; with the beams of the Sun striking him the absolute first; before diffusing down on earth below, Even if you placed him abreast a billion ingratiatingly glistening oyster shells; with pricelessly resplendent pearls filtering a civilization of beautifully exotic and insatiably milky light, Even if you placed him on swords of patriotically glowing camaraderie; with the untamed dazzle of victory magnetically permeating through the sullen ambience around, The air around him still asphyxiated him like fish left to die on the shores; the world around him was nothing but a coffin of vomiting blackness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born haplessly blind. 3 Even if you placed him on the most exquisitely emollient velvet; with endlessly invincible bonfires spiraling towards even portions beyond the sky; just at whisker lengths from his impoverished visage, Even if you placed him on a bed of irrefutably candid mirrors; with the beams of impregnable honesty emanating; transforming even the most ethereal bit of murkiness into symbiotically spell binding righteousness, Even if you placed him before the most panoramically fantastic of landscapes on this Universe; with an ocean of inimitably artistic beauty astonishingly unfurling from every construable quarter by his side, Even if you placed him in a garden of stupendously crimson roses; with the tinges of gorgeously rhapsodic scarlet fathomlessly overpowering every conceivable object in vicinity, The air around him still murdered him to a morbid death every unveiling instant of his life; the world around him was nothing but a amorphous skeleton of invidious darkness; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born cursedly blind. 4. Even if you placed him on the epitome of unceasing prosperity; with the most adorably enamoring clouds of silk uninhibitedly drifting from all sides, Even if you placed him on the pinnacle of unassailable Mount Everest; with the Omnipotent festoon of insurmountably illuminating stars and Moon; majestically kissing him on his poignantly nimble skin, Even if you placed him on a paradise of tempestuously tantalizing wax; with flames of pristine success sailing high and handsome at every speck of the atmosphere around, Even if you placed him amidst all the richness of this limitlessly gargantuan planet; with every path that the tread; every thing that he caressed; metamorphosing into a mountain of unbelievably opulent gold, The air around him still pulverized every element of his existence into a deliriously decaying morass; the world around him was nothing but a frigidly infidel chunk of melting ice; as for no fault of his and from the very first cry of his birth; he was born doggedly blind.
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astrumocs · 3 years ago
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Convo meme for Null and Jejune?
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This is from Jejune's perspective because you Can't have Null's. Also, the original ask was sent by @quiescent-trolls , but I'm pretty sure Tumblr deleted it after I drafted the ask so <3
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Surely it's not a good sign when your boss calls you in to chat alone... and before your therapy session is supposed to start, no less. Hmm. No, you don't think you'll take that chance, actually.
You were taking your usual post-stolen snack nap up in the rafters when your rest was disrupted by the calm, monotone voice you’d come to know as your employers. Your boss told you he needed to speak with you ‘immediately’ as if it could be more urgent than your food coma. You’re not one to rush things in your downtime, but you don’t think that matters to him in the least.
Honestly, the guy still calls you friends, but you haven’t felt that way in a really long time. Debt that you owe him be damned, you know what friends are like and this isn’t it. Well, you think you know at least, but that’s hardly the point. No need to start trouble that you can’t handle though, so you comply with his ‘request’. Mostly. Look, he doesn’t need to know he won’t be talking with the real, physical you. Secrets never killed anyone. Hah.
After you spend a minute lying on your back and thinking you remember that you were supposed to be heading down for your chat. Right, okay, here you go. Staying in your prone position you sweep any hair on your face off to the side and open your extra eye, the ring around your pupil glowing a bit brighter as you manifest your duplicate, an exact copy of you sitting on the rafter beam beside you.
Ugh, you really are the sexiest bitch in this place, huh?
With a smirk you tilt your head to gesture to the floor below and close your lower two eyes, focusing all of your attention on perceiving through your duplicate. It jumps to the floor, landing in a stylish three point that none of your coworkers are around to appreciate. ‘Typical’, you think to yourself.
In only a couple of moments, you see the face of Null through your duplicate, the door to his ‘office’ creaking open to reveal the snake himself.
“Hey boss man, what can I do for ya? Need some intel?” you project your voice through the duplicate, your true self is moving their mouth but no sound comes out from it.
“My darling June, I’ve noticed that you’ve seemed…” His head tilts to one side and his dark eyes flicker to you from where they’d been staring at the wall a second prior, then he continues. “...Somewhat distant recently, would you be willing to tell me why?”
Yeesh, just June? What a dick, he knows you hate that. Regardless though, your duplicate makes a deep bow, holding one side of the cloak out for a bit of dramatic flair. “Sorry, Null, it won’t happen again! You’ve just been hanging with our dearest Divine a lot recently, so I didn’t want to intrude.”
Standing back up you see the faintest quirk of one brow upon his face.
Shit, did you overdo it? No, no, surely not, he knows you’re a bit dramatic but there’s no way he takes you seriously enough to think you’re being ingenuine, right?
Up in the rafters, you can’t help but swallow nervously. You did just wake up, so you’re not exactly at the top of your game here.
Null steeples his fingers, “Oh please my friend, no need for such a grand apology. I was simply concerned for your well-being. Drawing back from others is often a sign of other things…”
He sounds genuine, but you’re keen enough to pick up the hidden implications. You and he are the least connected and he knows it, so it isn’t really all that surprising that he’s wary of you straying.
“Still looking out for me as always, huh? You make a jade blush, honestly!” Your duplicate gives a shy laugh, lifting a hand to rub at the back of its head in seeming embarrassment. “Really, I’m fine, just giving you your space. I prefer to play with that sewer beast of yours anyway, my jokes tend to go right over Parl’s head, y’know?”
This seems to placate his suspicions a little, as it plays into what he knows and it isn’t really a lie, either. Null rests both hands on his desk, posture relaxing just a touch.
“Is that all? You know I can appreciate your humor as well, Junebug.” A relaxed smile takes place on Null's otherwise neutral features.
Well, that’s what it looks like, however, you don’t really trust any expression this guy makes at you. “You know, that’s a good point! I always tend to think of you all serious because of our working relationship n’ all, must just be subconscious association haha.”
Null inclines his head in understanding, his expression sympathetic towards you.
“I apologize if I’ve seemed too harsh or reminded you of your guardian in some way but please, why don’t we spend the day together tomorrow, Junebug? It would be nice to have your company and counsel.”
You allow your physical self to grimace, really you can’t help it, he had to bring up your ‘lusus’? He’s really trying to bring you down here. What are you going to do though, deny his ‘request’? Not a smart move.
“Ah, man, if it wouldn’t get in the way of your business, I’d be game! Might have to cancel some plans with Caorse, but no big deal- he’s lame anyway.” You honestly can’t help but snicker a little bit through your duplicate at the slight, but it just adds to your act so it doesn’t worry you.
“Yes, well, we can speak on Caorse another time, but I am sure he will understand.” Null moves around the side of his desk and settles down in his chair then gestures for the door, “I thank you for speaking with me, Jejune. I’ll eagerly await your company tomorrow.”
The smile on his face makes you sick-- you just know he’s gonna try and fuck with your head tomorrow. At least you made it out of this without him trying something like that, though, you really didn’t feel like pretending to get brainwashed today.
“Right, right, see you then! I’ll bring snacks!” your duplicate replies cheerily, stepping back out through the door and closing it before disappearing into thin air. Above, your third eye closes and you lift your hands to your face, rubbing your eyes in frustrated exhaustion.
You can’t help muttering to yourself as you smush your face further in exasperation, “Fuck, tomorrow is gonna suck real bad, isn't it...”
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shirlleycoyle · 5 years ago
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‘Capitalism Is Dead,’ Says Billionaire Made Rich By Capitalism
Salesforce chairman and co-CEO Marc Benioff has a simple message for capitalists around the world: Capitalism is dead.
“As a capitalist, I believe it’s time to say out loud what we all know to be true: Capitalism as we know it, is dead,” the billionaire wrote in a recent column in the New York Times.
The piece plainly lays out the case for why capitalism's "obsession [with] maximizing profits for shareholders" has failed us and led to “horrifying inequality" along with the threat of “catastrophic climate change.”
“It's no wonder that support for capitalism has dropped, especially among young people,” Benioff wrote.
The column, then, argues the solution is a “new capitalism,” where CEOs pinky promise to do more good: donate more to charity, pay more taxes, and cut more emissions. This vision is not compelling. Start with what he identifies as the source of both his and capitalism’s success: “free markets." Benioff claims that free markets have advanced technology, birthed new industries, spawned medical miracles, and raised a tide that has lifted billions of boats out of water. They’ve also given Benioff billions that have allowed him to "embrace philanthropy" and invest in causes like public education or homelessness.
There’s more to this picture than he lets on.
To start with, capitalism’s greatest hits have been reluctant concessions to labor movements or the result of state policy. The New Deal and the Great Society are just two examples of popular and substantive social programs that were, and still are, opposed by free market evangelists, despite their near-universal benefits. For decades, the most innovative sector of American industry was Bell Labs, a government-backed tech monopoly. Now, we suffer Silicon Valley’s excesses, in no small part thanks to Cold War spending that raided public treasuries for private pockets, in the process building the foundations that Mark Zuckerberg and Jeff Bezos stand on today. Where is the free market in all this?
Benioff’s “capitalism as it has been practiced in recent decades” is actually a reversion to the mean. American capitalism has always been brutal, with only a few decades of respite that largely excluded people of color and women. Those few decades of prosperity were undermined as early the 1970s thanks to free market fundamentalism aimed at returning to capitalism’s roots—unleashing the market to promote profit-seeking behavior and capital accumulation.
Benioff has made billions as an active participant of the capitalism he decries. Every single day from 2004—when Salesforce went public—to 2010, Benioff sold at least 10,000 shares of his company (he holds over 30 million), netting him a few hundred thousand dollars daily. He still sells Salesforce stock almost every day.
Like many other companies, Salesforce doles out stock-based compensation—a strategy meant to incentivize management to “align interests” with shareholders. From 2004 to 2018, Salesforce paid out almost $5 billion in stock-based compensation, much larger than cash compensation over that same period. There is no mention of fixing stock-based compensation or stock buybacks in Benioff’s proposals.
Benioff fancies himself a philanthropist, but his company has a software contract with Customs and Border Protection (CBP). He claims that Salesforce software is not involved in family separations, even though its software is used to hire Customs and Border Patrol agents (who work intimately with ICE) and manage border activities. Even if Benioff or his company weren’t profiting from harmful immigration policies, his philanthropy shouldn’t matter. Philanthropy is a key part of how “capitalism as we know it” legitimizes itself: by using ill-gotten gains to turn our attention away from a disease to its symptoms—from capitalism’s inability to meet all our needs to the ways in which benevolent billionaires can meet some of them.
Benioff's defense of capitalism, then, explains why his vision of a "new capitalism" looks the way it does. If free markets, benevolent CEOs, and philanthropy are at the center of your origin story, then the way forward should reflect just that: self-governance, smart regulation, philanthropy, and progressive taxation.
Benioff argues that corporations should sign non-binding pledges declaring the "purpose" of a corporation to be "a fundamental commitment to all our stakeholders," and not just shareholders. Congress should create a "strong, comprehensive national privacy law.” It would be nice if someone did something about “racial inequalities” or students drowning in debt. Entrepreneurs would need to "commit to donating 1 percent of their equity, time, and product" to philanthropy—whatever that means.
For Benioff to consider an eclectic mix of progressive policies and corporate responsibility a “new capitalism” is a little jejune (naive, simplistic, shallow, you get the point). This new capitalism is just the old one with extra steps that might improve the lives of many people—but for how long? Historically, attempts to move away from a profit-centric system have always been resisted, and ultimately, gutted. The core logic of capitalism is profits, which eventually means the exploitation of workers, consumers, the state, and anything else that might earn a profit.
If you want a new system, you need to abandon the old one. There’s no other way around it.
‘Capitalism Is Dead,’ Says Billionaire Made Rich By Capitalism syndicated from https://triviaqaweb.wordpress.com/feed/
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llantano · 7 years ago
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The Darkened Glass, 5. Enemies and Friends
By Jaemlyn
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Viki was sitting on the couch with the girls, trying to teach them to play bridge. It wasn't going very well when a familiar form appeared in the doorway. "Moe!" Viki called out in relief, laying her cards down on the table in front of her. "Everyone okay around here?" he asked in his southern drawl, looking around as Noelle joined him. "The phone lines are down." "Oh, yes, yes," Viki said excitedly, jumping up. "And you two?" She gave Noelle a hug. "We're fine," Noelle added to the conversation in her own thick drawl. "Moe was just worried sick when we couldn't get ahold of anyone."
Viki nodded understandingly. "Well, you're here now! Does this mean the road is cleared?"
"Ehh, it's a little iffy," Moe told her, "but we finally got through without being stopped or turned around by the police." Viki nodded, smiling. "Well, girls, it has been fun, but I'm going home." She turned to see that Langston and Starr had converted the game to "go fish" and Lola was sitting nearby sighing at them. "Bye, Aunt Viki!" Starr called out, distracted by Langston's hand. "Lola?" Viki asked. Lola's head jerked up toward Viki in surprise. "Yes, Mrs. Davidson?" Viki smiled at her. "Take care of the adults around here, would you?" She winked. "Especially your father and Dorian." Lola smiled brightly and straightened her shoulders proudly. "Of course!” Viki patted Moe on the arm and took her leave as Langston shared a glance with Starr. "Well!" Noelle exclaimed to the other females in the room. "Moe bought some ice cream but it melted in the trunk of his car before we were able to get here." "We're having cereal for dinner tonight," Moe explained to them, heading for the kitchen. "We need to use the milk before it goes bad!" He was surprised to find Dorian in the kitchen with a broom in one hand while digging through a grocery bag with the other. "Moe!" she frowned at him. "Do you realize this bread is completely smashed!?" He stopped dead in the doorway and looked at her questioningly. "Are you feeling alright?" She turned her attention back to the glass and dustpan on the floor. "No, as a matter of fact, I'm not. And where have you been, anyway? I can't find anything in this kitchen!" He inched toward her cautiously, curiously watching her sweep while he tried to offer some explanation. "The roads were closed, Dorian. There was a storm, if you recall?" She jerked her head up at him. "Don't take that tone with me." He smiled, trying to change the subject. "Are you hungry? We've got plenty of cereal." "Cereal!?" she exclaimed, disbelieving. "Oh, please. No, I'm not hungry. Viki made me a sandwich earlier." Moe looked around the room, disbelieving. "Either the world got turned upside down while I was gone or I've entered another reality." He watched her awkwardly try to scoop up the shards of glass she'd swept into a pile. "Are you and Viki friends now?" "No," Dorian answered flatly, keeping up appearances. Moe breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, good," he smiled, taking the broom from her and finishing the clean up as she stepped out of the way. "For a minute there I thought I'd taken a bump to the head or something." "Well, you're in luck," Dorian agreed with him sarcastically, nodding with shoulders and all. "Hell has not frozen over today." "Looks like you are feeling better," Ray observed, stepping into the room. Dorian took a deep breath and awkwardly sidestepped toward the hallway. "Yes." She pointed her thumb toward the other room. "I'm going to go check on the girls. Lola and Langston are in the same room," she shrugged, frowning. "I better fix that woman a drink," Moe told Ray. "She's wound up tighter than a ten day clock." Ray lifted an eyebrow. "You should have seen her earlier." Moe shook his head. "Whatever it was, I'm glad I missed it." Dorian paused to scowl at the closet door and saw Lola bound up the stairs. She stepped forward to pick up the mail that had scattered on the floor and listened to Noelle, Langston and Starr playing the proletarian card game. She looked up the stairs as she dropped the mail into a neat pile on the table, wondering why Lola was so insistent on being detached. She crept quietly up to Lola's room and rapped quietly on the door. Lola answered with a confused expression. "Mrs. Buchanan?" "May I come in?" Dorian asked, resisting the urge to correct her name to Lola. Lola shook her head, shrugging. "Uh, sure. Of course." She stepped aside, holding the door back for Dorian and then closing it behind her. Dorian looked around the room. She hadn't been in this particular room in a while. "Not in the mood for jejune card games?" she asked. Lola shrugged again, a bit bored with the idea. "How are you feeling?" She grabbed an outfit she had discarded out of a chair and motioned for Dorian to sit as she put the clothes on hangers. Dorian took the seat and folded her hands, holding them to her chin thoughtfully as she watched Lola. "A bit confused." Lola hung her clothes up in the closet and returned to face Dorian. "About what? You know, you can talk to me." She nodded assuringly. Dorian smiled. "I was hoping you would say that." Lola pulled her desk chair closer to the woman and sat down, crossing her legs nimbly. "I'm a good listener." Dorian nodded slowly. "I'm sure you are," she said knowingly. "Do people come to you often with their problems?" She tried her best not to say it accusingly. "Oh, yes," Lola nodded with certainty. "I do my best to keep in touch with my amigos in Columbia." Dorian sighed. "You know, Lola ... I'm a very strong-willed woman," she explained. "When I don't get my way I sometimes get ... well ... perhaps a bit....” She searched for the right word. "Forceful." "Like when you kissed my father to get your husband to come back to you?" Lola asked, blinking with seeming innocence. Dorian considered her answer as she gave it. "Uh, yes. Like that. Well, that wasn't really why I kissed him, but hey, it worked." Lola nodded her understanding. Dorian waved her hand in the air. "That's completely off topic." She smoothed her blouse. "When I was in the bathroom today, Viki pointed something out to me that I didn't realize." She gazed at Lola, trying to make a point. "The reason I like to take matters into my own hands is because there was so much I couldn't control as a child." Lola contemplated what Dorian was telling her for a moment before responding. "Like what?" Dorian sighed and slumped her shoulders a bit, slightly regretting her answer. "Well," she explained hesitantly, "the bad things people did to me, my father's death, my sisters and I being sent away from our home...." Lola suddenly realized that they weren't just talking about Dorian's situation anymore, and frowned disapprovingly. "And those situations made you feel powerless and unimportant." "Yes," Dorian agreed, adding her own feelings to the list. "Helpless. Victimized. Unhappy." Lola leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, shrugging. "So you learned to stand up for yourself. To be a grown woman who knows how to get what she wants." "Well, not exactly," Dorian admitted quietly. "You see, the thing is, Lola....” Dorian stood and paced across the floor before turning back to the young lady. "The things in my past have never left me, and they never will. And although I can't quite figure out why, getting what I want doesn't always exactly make me happy." Lola turned to her haughtily, failing in her attempt to maintain an even tone. "So what are you saying? That because you have bad things in your past you will never be happy?" Dorian twisted her bracelet on her arm uneasily. "There might be some truth to that, but what I'm really trying to tell you is that ... I think maybe ... happiness can't be forced." She tried to make herself sound like the subject of the conversation. "Do you think that's right?" Lola put her innocent face back on. "I think we make our own happiness. I mean, you talk about it all the time - how we can't just let people take what is ours, right? Doesn't that include happiness? You deserve it." Dorian came back to the chair and sank into it. "I appreciate that, Lola," she nodded. She looked up at a corner of the ceiling, thinking. "So what is it that you want?" Lola asked. "What makes you happy?" Dorian blinked at the girl. "Well," she considered, "I want my daughters to love me, and it would be really nice to have a stable relationship with a man who would be able to give me the attention that I want ... and money is always nice too...." Lola sighed at her. "What is it that you want, Lola?" Dorian put her on the spot. "I've been telling you all about me - it's only fair." Lola looked at Dorian skeptically as she formulated her response. Perhaps simple was best. "Everything." Dorian almost laughed out loud. "I like that answer." She shared an understanding smile with Lola for a moment before getting serious again. "But, you know? ... And I can't believe I'm admitting this, but trust me. I know from experience.... It is hard to get everything you want in life when people don't trust you. One bad decision or situation can lead to consequences for the rest of your life." Lola scoffed. "I thought we were talking about your childhood here? How did this turn into some twisted psychological way for you to give me advice?" Dorian's eyes widened. "Lola, I'm trying to tell you that I have a lot of enemies. Your father could very well have been one of them; though, thank goodness, it didn’t turn out that way." Lola crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. That doesn't surprise me, she thought better of saying. Dorian stood, seeing that Lola was finished listening. She glared at the girl. "Just don't collect a lot of enemies," Dorian said, leaving the room. "Or one day when you least expect it, they'll all show up to get you at the same time." She pulled the door shut behind her and leaned on the wall with her head against her hand and her eyes closed. Lola frowned at Dorian as the woman left the room, questioning the validity of the cryptic advice and wondering if it could be construed to her father as a threat.
6. The Darkened Glass
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eamonmarcusmccoole-blog · 8 years ago
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Eamon Marcus McCoole felt relieved as he gandered into the abyss. With no aspirations or desires, he seemed detached from the ensuing tyranny.
He thought of a stateless refugee in Fresno with too many kids and a bitchy wife. The refugee became a robber, his late dad a CIA collaborator. While in the slammer his credentials were revoked by ICE, and undeportable because his homeland is off the government's grid. If not for demanding liabilities, the stooge could subsist on meager oddjobs and an SRO. Instead, he yearned companionship, over-copulated an edgy queen, and turned to crime, only to be caught yellow-handed in dirty deeds.
McCoole doesn't dwell on such decrepit entities, and in fact surmises that people have such a narrow scope of a long life that sends them to the abyss. Mostly they are driven by loneliness in pursuit of jejune happiness, only to be continuously discontent and dependent.
Visions of Harlan County sparks imagery of an entire community once reliant on now obsolete resources and skills. Blight, unemployment, and too many children with young, nearly-homeless parents no longer bonded by love.
Denizens who depend on faceless celebrity politicians are prime for disaster. It doesn't matter for whom they vote. To remain under the illusion of false hope instead of looking inward for tranquility always translates into a miserable life.
McCoole turns his back on the abyss and revels in his own sanctuary.
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astrumocs · 3 years ago
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Parlus & Jejune for the Conversation thing?
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I am so sorry it took me long to get to this, brain mush n’ all that. Left is Jejune and Right is Parlus, this one’ll be from June’s perspective bc it’s easier to be in their head! Anyway, Google Docs Link!
Today you’d been sent to collect your bosses’ ‘beloved’ 'moirail’, as they both like to call it. You don’t really fault the gold blood though, they seem to think it’s genuine. The way Parlus seems to perceive the goings on around them fascinates you and oftentimes it’s quite amusing as well, so you don’t have it in you to dislike them for it.
Regardless, you shake off your inner musings and start scaling up the wall towards their loft window, disregarding the option of the front doors entirely without thought. When you peer in you see them lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, mouth moving as if talking to themself in a trance.
“What a strange one you are…” you can’t help but murmur to yourself, a fanged smirk coming over you in bemusement and catching the internal lamp light through the glass. It seems that the glint was enough to catch Parlus’ attention though, which you sort of expected after you’d realized what happened, but didn’t actually intend. No matter to you though, It only takes a brief second from that point for them to blink away whatever thoughts they were having, a serene smile pulling at their lips as they sit up and approach the window, opening it to speak to you.
“Greetings, Junebug, is there something you would like to discuss with me?”
Your eye twitches imperceptibly at the ‘June’ part, but that’s more instinct than any real irritation. Knowing that there’s not a malicious thought in their stupid little head makes it less of an annoyance, so you don’t begrudge them for their silly nickname.
Still perched on the windowsill you reply, “Nope nothing specifically from me, Angelface, but Null wanted me to retrieve you. Said something about wanting you to come and wax pretty words for some restless souls? I don’t know, I wasn’t listening that hard.”
“Ah I see.” The gold tilts their head thoughtfully and raises a hand to touch their chin, parsing your words for what Null may have actually said, most likely. “Well I thank you for delivering this most important mission to me, Jejune. Are you to accompany me on my way or shall I be on my own when ready? You’re more than welcome to come along regardless of your decision if you’d like, I know you do not often sit in on our sermons.”
Well, you can tell they’re fully lucid now, since they’ve officially started talking exponentially more than necessary. If you were more invested, you’d really wanna know what makes this particular coworker of yours tick... Ah well, time for that if you ever get bored with your current goals and projects, you suppose.
“C’mon Angel you know I gotta walk you or Boss’ll have my head with worry-”
Parlus hums, but lets you continue speaking. Awfully polite, they are. “-Can’t risk his precious ‘quad’ getting hurt. ‘Fraid I’ll be passing on the sermon this time too, though maybe next time huh?” The way you said quad was practically dripping with mockery, but their demeanor doesn’t change in a way that would imply they noticed that at all.
“Always so thoughtful, isn’t he?” They sigh affectionately.
Man, they really sound like they believe that, It truly blows your mind a bit, but you say nothing.
“Although that is a shame to hear… I hope you will reconsider, but if you do not, know you are always welcome should you find that your decision has changed on the matter."
It won’t. “Sure thing Parly, now we should probably get going; can’t waste Null’s precious time right?”
“Of course,” they agree, still smiling slightly, “I will meet you by the front doors when I am ready to depart. Do be safe getting down, it would be a shame if you were to get hurt and greatly delay our trip.”
Well, they’re not wrong... It’s really kind of funny to you how unintentionally mean their remarks can be sometimes, even when their friendly tone doesn’t change.
“Sure sure, see you there Angel~” You sing-song the nickname flippantly, then drop to the ground and make your way around to escort Parlus to their false prophet.
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