#the future is bulletproof — threads

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@tbtuclastaff

Toda aquela merda, a loucura da volta, a porcaria do projeto Chronos não era de interesse real de Jenkins. Claro, ela tinha mais facilidade em chegar na sua coelhinha preferida, mas preferia dormir no quarto do seu enorme apartamento, e da sensação deliciosa de ameaçar quem ela quisesse, uma vez que já tinha seu pequeno império para se esconder ou alguém para levar a culpa. Era nesse pensamento que ela aceitou o convite; precisava desesperadamente de alguém para assumir a culpa se fizesse algo errado, e estava envolvida com tantas pessoas descartáveis, que era óbvio que um momento ou outro não teria alguém para culpar. Também tinha a plena certeza que não se mostrou nem um pouco solicita em Oceanwide, só aceitou mesmo prender o idiota do Marcelo, porquê sabia muito bem que ele era uma criança sem noção do perigo, e não queria foder com o próprio futuro caso ele agisse com alguma burrice. O que se esperar de um cara que usa AI? Não tinha qualquer pingo de inteligência naquela cachola loira. Se Jean Luc achava que ela era brilhante, mesmo não tendo nada demais, então o velho não estava em posse das próprias faculdades mentais, e considerando que ele já estava um completo velho babão com dinheiro... Aquele era o melhor laranja que ela iria conseguir naquela linha, enquanto não soubesse o que seria do futuro de Lewis. Sorrindo largo, Joji bateu na porta do endereço que havia recebido, aguardando pacientemente para saber qual dos velhinhos ela teria que bajular. — Pelo amor de Deus que não seja a baratinha...

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— Bem, essa parte a gente vê depois, o que importa é que o seu sim eu já tenho. — Brincou, embora a própria mente já estivesse se organizando para os próximos passos daquele plano maluco que só fazia sentido na cabeça dela; precisava deixar Eleonor fora do caminho, de uma forma ou de outra. — Obrigada, dizem que é porque eu sou a cara da minha mãe. — Deu uma piscadela; era melhor mesmo ele pagar do que Jocelyn, já que ela não tinha dinheiro algum naquele momento. Piscando inocentemente, a hacker grudou o braço de Dashiell, arrumando um jeito de ter um contato, já que o rapaz parecia responder melhor com algo físico do que mental. — Vamos! Adoro encontros colegiais, espero que você deixe eu usar sua jaquet... Nah, melhor não, seria mais atrativo se for futebol americano, natação é tão... vintage.

" — Eleonor. Tá bom…" Aquele "tá bom" era uma espécie de confirmação para si mesmo de que poderia fazer aquilo. Seria bem fácil, afinal. " — Do que ela gosta? Onde ela frequenta?" Se a amiga estava tão interessada que ele seduzisse a garota, essas informações já deveriam ser algo que ela sabia. E, bom, esse seria um bom começo para que ele se aproximasse de Eleonor. A proximidade de Joji fizera com que o olhar de Dash fosse diretamente para o rosto da garota, o olhar alheio sendo sustentado por alguns segundos. " — Sabe qual e a sua sorte? Você é gata demais pra alguém dizer não pra você. Vamos ter nosso encontro colegial comigo pagando o seu sorvete." Sendo assim, ele receberia um total de zero vantagem por seduzir a outra garota. Mas fazer o que se Dashiell era cadelinha de mulher bonita?

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closed starter w @chefhwang

Desde que havia voltado no tempo, Jocelyn não tinha de fato ameaçado ninguém ou pego em alguma arma realmente perigosa; tinha sentido tanta falta daquela sensação, que quando finalmente segurou em uma arma e a apontou para alguém, seu humor estava nas alturas. Sentia ali uma palpitação, um leve estremecer em seus ombros que indicavam o quanto ela estava feliz pelo poder que tinha em suas mãos novamente; aquele era um dos motivos que Joji aderiu à chantagem, a ameaça e a perseguição, ela se sentia poderosa durante suas emboscadas. Ainda com a adrenalina de ter colocado Amy fora da jogada — Sabia que ela havia pedido transferência um dia após o mini-sequestro —, Jenkins pensava em mais situações e planos para capturar sua nova presa preferida. Com um largo sorriso, a bolsa no ombro, um ursinho em um braço e uma caixa de bombons no outro, Jocelyn bateu na porta de Harper Wang. Na bolsa, trazia uma caixa que aparentava estar nova em folha, com um embrulho de presente vermelho com um grande laço preto, além de alguns outros itens que acreditava poder ajudar naquele momento. O ursinho era um panda médio, um item que ela esperava que Harper gostasse e deixasse em cima da sua cama; teve o total cuidado de espirrar seu perfume ali, para caso a Wang dormisse abraçada com ele, se lembrasse de Jocelyn e até sonhasse com ela. E a caixa de bombons, era mais algo para adoçar um pouco a vida de Harper, e, novamente, ela se lembrasse dela em algum momento. Tudo ali, todos os presentes, tinham um propósito, que pareciam de bons olhos para quem visse de fora. O problema maior, era se você visse de perto, do lado de dentro. Claro que aquilo parecia algo que um homem idealizado por uma mulher faria para conquistar o objeto dos seus sonhos: bombons, ursinhos e presentes. Faltavam apenas flores, mas Jocelyn tinha uma questão profundas demais com flores; elas não escondiam uma câmera, e era impossível colocar alguma substância nelas. Ainda sorrindo, a garota bateu na porta do dormitório da sua futura esposa, esperando pacientemente com os seus presentes, como um gato que tinha um pássaro morto nas presas e esperava para mostrar ao seu dono. Assim que a porta se abriu, o sorriso se alargou. — Bom dia, Bunny! Vi algumas coisinhas e lembrei muito, muito, muito de você. — Usava ali o mesmo tom que Harper usava. — Não sei se vai gostar, mas juro juradinho que é de coração! Posso entrar pra você ver?

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As someone overburdened with ideas it's SO hard figuring out what campaign I'm going to run next. I've got a group of players slowly coagulating but I'm still trying to figure out exactly what I'm going to put infront of them for session 0. The problem is that while I have no shortage of raw narrative material the vast majority of it doesn't easily snap together to coherent campaigns, to say nothing of those ideas that seem fun but haven't yet developed enough to fill out all of my checklist.

Decisive intro: One of my must haves is the idea that there's an initial concept/motivation baked into the campaign pitch that the players can latch onto when building their characters. It's so much easier than my earlier days of " Alright people we're playing d&d make your characters on your own and we'll see how the group sorts itself out by the first session."

Central gameplay mechanic: An understanding of what the players are going to be doing most of the time to progress the plot. Mysteries involve investigating, pirate games include naval battles, sprawling political epics involve diplomacy and spycraft. Just like with the intro, this lets your players create characters who are conceptually and mechanically relevant to the game as it unfolds. Likewise it's a good idea to have the central mechanic reflected in some way in the intro adventure. If its a heist game, make them steal something.

Bulletproof first act adventure: Carrying through on the momentum of the intro, dealing with its consequences, confronting its villains, getting the party tangled up in various other plot threads but tying off neatly at the end.

Strong idea for future arcs of the campaign: To provide those previously mentioned plot threads and enough background worldbuilding. No idea what adventure hooks the party will bite down on but It's my policy to always pack a full tacklebox.

Touchstones: Another unexpected but absolutely necessary inclusion is to give your players a smattering of different pieces of media for them to reference as to the tone and boundaries of this campaign. Is your classic medieval fantasy Lord of The Rings gravity, Narnian wonder, or Montypython absurdity? You HAVE to get the whole party on the same page about it.

What drives all this frustration into actual absurdity is that most players don't even have strong opinions about which campaign they're playing, they're just happy to show up and play whatever amazing thing I've made for them. You think that'd make this easier but it doesn't!

Please, if you're ever in one of my games, have opinions and be loud about them. Be flexible, yeah, but be forward with your likes and expectations.

[literallymechanical]

Just finished reading Titanium Noir, by Nick Harkaway. Fantastic book, highly recommend. Harkaway has done a lot of high-concept literary science fiction, so when I saw that he’d done a cyberpunky scifi detective noir I was very curious.

This is one of those books where you can tell that the author was having a ton of fun writing it, but it never comes across as self-indulgent. Just a delight start to finish, twisty and clever and very earnest in its cheese. The premise sounds goofy and maybe a bit tawdry when you say it out loud, and the execution is sharp and smart.

There’s a hard-boiled private eye working a case the cops won’t touch, there are jilted lovers and guns in alleys and an eight-foot tall genetically-engineered Titan of a dame walking into his office, corruption and glamor and bulletproof evening wear. It’s great.

Publisher's blurb under the cut:

Cal Sounder is a detective working for the police on certain very sensitive cases. So when he’s called in to investigate a homicide at a local apartment, he’s surprised by the routineness of it all. But when he arrives on scene, Cal soon learns that the victim—Roddy Tebbit, an otherwise milquetoast techie—is well over seven feet tall. And although he doesn’t look a day over thirty, he is ninety-one years old. Tebbit is a Titan—one of this dystopian, near-future society’s genetically altered elites. And this case is definitely Cal’s thing. There are only a few thousand Titans worldwide, thanks to Stefan Tonfamecasca’s discovery of the controversial T7 genetic therapy, which elevated his family to godlike status. T7 turns average humans into near-immortal distortions of themselves—with immense physical proportions to match their ostentatious, unreachable lifestyles. A dead Titan is big news . . . a murdered Titan is unimaginable. But these modified magnates are Cal’s specialty. In fact, his own ex-girlfriend, Athena, is a Titan. And not just any—she is Stefan’s daughter, heir to the massive Tonfamecasca empire.   As the murder investigation intensifies, Cal begins to unravel the complicated threads of what should have been a straightforward case, and it becomes clear he’s on the trail of a crime whose roots run deep into the dark heart of the world.

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O sorriso ainda permanecia ali, enquanto ouvia atentamente, achando fascinante como a mente de Guinevere trabalhava; era brilhante, de certa forma, e sentia que ali faltava pouco para desbloquear algo à mais. Entendeu, de repente, o que Riley havia visto indiretamente ali, e não pode deixar de imaginar qual futuro esplêndido a garota teria se seguisse outros caminhos. — É uma boa dedução, para falar a verdade, e um ponto de vista bastante peculiar, se me permite dizer. — Respondeu, olhando momentaneamente para o local que estavam. — Quando você tem muito sangue nas mãos, o ideal é ser racional na maioria das vezes. Algo que uma terceira parte pode não ter. — Murmurou, observando o horizonte. — Sou boa em enfrentar momentos de quase morte, ou algo que tenha que pensar rápido e agir rápido, mas prefiro analisar com calma, conhecer o terreno antes de invadir, por assim dizer. — Jocelyn deixava as palavras fluírem de seus lábios livremente, não medindo qualquer uma delas enquanto praticamente se confessava ali. — Não posso torturar alguém sem a conhecer primeiro, nem saber onde posso machucar diretamente sem saber os pontos fracos. — Deu um último olhar diretamente para Gwen, sorrindo largo, ainda na faixa de como Joji sempre se apresentava para alguém. — Gosto de você, Viker. Não confio, é claro, mas gosto desde o momento em que li sua ficha do projeto, seus trabalhos e suas notas na UCLA. Se um dia precisar de mim, estarei à seu dispor. — O sorriso desapareceu momentaneamente, a faísca de quem era de verdade. — Mas apenas se me der um retorno. Detesto relacionamentos unilaterais. Uma mão lava a outra, certo? — Jenkins encarou os olhos da loira uma última vez, demonstrando que não estava blefando em nenhum momento. Por fim se afastou, olhando para o buraco que havia descido. — Vamos? O pó desse lugar tá pior que o armário da Riley.

ㅤㅤ Chutou uma latinha perdida por ali e observou a forma que se movimentava, com os olhos cegos pela cena até que a voz de Joji soou, chamando-a de volta. ⸻ E sejamos sinceras, os problemas com a figura materna são bem mais prejudiciais do que com a figura paterna. Não duvido que esse possa ser um elo pra todo mundo estar nessa situação. E eu me forçaria a dizer de novo que Freud explica, mas nesse caso seria mais sobre vinculo traumático porque nos vemos espelhados, explicaria a escolha dos reservas... Não irei me delongar disso ou vou falar demais. ⸻ Se interrompeu quando notou que parecia mais aquelas pessoas palestrinhas do que alguém realmente mantendo um diálogo. Por mais que a conversa estivesse interessante, duvidava que Joji se interessasse em seus assuntos. Quando o assuntou voltou a Riley, deu um chutinho no chão. ⸻ Você é muito racional, por mais que seja caótica também, e isso balanceia bem com a personalidade dela. Quer dizer, ela está no meio termo, por mais que possa dizer que não. Pode ser altamente racional quando quer e extremamente impulsiva quando tem outros fatores envolvidos na equação. Imagino que você coloque um pouco de razão na cabeça dela quando existe uma terceira variante que faz pouco uso das funções cognitivas. Faz sentido? ⸻ Tagarelou, tentando montar a dinâmica das duas na cabeça e conseguindo visualizar o que falava. Parou porque notou a mente ir para caminhos trancados. Encostou-se na parede. ⸻ Mas posso estar errada, estou só vendo de fora. Perco as contas de quantas vezes pessoas tiram conclusões falsas quando veem as coisas de fora.

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— O nome é bicho-bebe, mané. — Jocelyn explicou, agradecendo ao rapaz que havia misturado todos os drinks em um copo enorme. — É assim, cada um aqui fala um bicho. Ai alguém começa perguntando se tal bicho bebe e a pessoa que escolheu esse bicho responde que não, e ai tem que jogar pra outra pessoa... Deu pra entender? — Deu um sorrisinho malicioso. — Eu sou a raposa! E você?

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U'nia Redfeather Vairemont

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Trans Woman

Sexuality: Polyamourous Lesbian/Demi

Bloodline: Mixed Duskwight/Xaela

Jobs: Mystic Knight [MTK] (PLD with more magic w/ sword imbueing), MNK, AST, WHM, DRK, FSH, CUL

Current and Future Main Job: WHM

Height: 7'8"

Short Bio: Selectively mute and willing to sit on the sidelines in a conversation, U'nia seems to most as the stoic silent type. To those that know her, however, she's a beacon of love and care, willing to shine her light on any that will accept. It takes a lot to get her to open up, but when she does you'll never find a more stalwart friend.

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Girls in Red [U'nia/Alisaie/Lyse]

Dreaming in Blue [U'nia/Ysayle]

Void and Ash [U'nia/Flidais]

One Steppe at a Time [U'nia/Cirina]

In Menphina's Arms [U'nia/Zhloe]

Niabette [U'nia/Nabette]

U'niyami [U'nia/Ayami]

Mirth and Magic [U'nia/Ayami/Flidais]

Written in the Stars [U'nia/Leveva]

of Sea and Steppe [U'nia/Yugiri]

Full Metal Shield [U'nia/A'vyra]

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Nabette Vairemont

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: Bi

Bloodline: Mixed Duskwight/Xaela

Jobs: Sage

Height: 6'11"

Short Bio: Fiercely loyal and protective of her sister to a fault, Nabette can come across as grating to those that don't know her. Energetic and good with people at face value, yet not knowing how to make that connection beyond that. Those stubborn enough to work through that will find a woman who won't throw them away for anything.

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Niabette [U'nia/Nabette]

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Shyssa Ironheart

Pronouns: They/Them

Gender: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sexuality: Pan

Bloodline: Hyur (when alive), Android now

Jobs: Nightblade [NTB] (a mix of Gladiator and Samurai)

Height: 5'10"

Short Bio: Once a technician and enforcer in the Allagan Empire, a tragic accident almost took their life. On the last thread of that life, their partner put them into life support for nearly a year while she laboured to research soul transference. Reaching a breakthrough, Shyssa's soul was taken from their nearly dead body and placed into an android recreation of them, staying powered until the Allagan Empire crumbled in the wake of the Calamity of Earth. Repowered for the first time in multiple eras, rebuilt by the wishes of she who bears the soul Shyssa once did, they now explore a world so different from the one they knew, trying to find a purpose.

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Weaponized Waltz (Allagan Era)

Shyssa/Honey B

Built to Last [Shyssa/Crescent]

Reassemble [Shyssa/A'vyra]

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A'vyra Mitu

Pronouns: He/She/They (in that order)

Gender: GNC Cis Man

Sexuality: Bi

Bloodline: Mixed Seeker/Keeper Miqo'te

Jobs: MCH, GNB, BSM, CRP

Height: 4'11"

Short Bio: Explosive. A word with many meanings, and all of which apply to A'vyra. She bursts with energy, both on and off the battlefield, and his voice matches in volume. He's often first to act and last to leave, willing to give himself up to buy time for his friends. To know A'vyra is to know unrelenting support, and unwavering devotion.

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The Soldier and the Poet [A'vyra/Alphinaud]

Frienemies [A'vyra/Prudence]

Bulletproof [A'vyra/Kabniel]

Gay Crimes [A'vyra/Flidais]

Reassemble [A'vyra/Shyssa]

Full Metal Shield [A'vyra/U'nia]

Gnashing Fangs [A'vyra/Fayne]

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Oketra

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Intersex Woman

Sexuality: Aro/Ace

Bloodline: Mixed Rava Viera/Raen Au Ra

Jobs: BLM, NIN, DNC

Height: 6'

Short Bio: Prickly and standoffish to those that don't know her, and often to those that do, Oketra seems to most as just another asshole in the world. Yet to those she's close to, that deign to look beyond that, see a woman who cares fervently for any and everyone she may come across. She just doesn't always show it how you'd expect.

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Oketra/Krile

Oketra/Cymet

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Noressa Willowbough

Pronouns: She/her

Gender: Trans Woman

Sexuality: Lesbian

Bloodline: Drahn (13th shard Au'ra)

Jobs: Memoriate (WAR with a hammer and magic)

Height: 6'7" (6'11" with the horns)

Short Bio: A veteran of the Contramemoria, Noressa has cheated death due to the actions of a woman who couldn't leave well enough alone. Now, out of her time and out of her world, she still has a lot to grow accustomed to, to find her place in the Source.

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Lithressa [Noressa/Lithryn]

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Um largo sorriso se formou nos lábios de Jenkins com a resposta rápida e inteligente, aquilo significava que ela precisaria ir mais a fundo para conseguir algo bom para uma ameaça, mas Joji sempre foi muito paciente e caprichosa com o trabalho, incluindo situações como aquela. — Você nunca pediu diretamente um trabalho meu, Kingsley, fico feliz com a confiança no meu serviço mas... — Encolheu os ombros, observando cada centímetro do corpo dele com certo desdém. — Não posso simplesmente confiar em você também, me entende, não é? — Com um sorriso largo, Joji cruzou os braços. — Preciso de uma garantia. Ter certeza que você vai cumprir a parte do acordo. Já que o preço do negócio é alto demais. Isso demandará muito do meu tempo, e não posso perder ele, entende?

─ Gosto também como falamos a mesma língua. Nesse caso, vamos fazer o seguinte: eu vou te pagar pelo valor do seu trabalho, que eu imagino ser de alta qualidade, e não baseado no valor monetário da vida de alguém. ─ a encarava de volta, não parecendo constrangido ou amedrontado. ─ Quinhentos a hora é valor justo o suficiente pra você? Depois me manda um invoice com o tempo dos seus serviços. ─

[from-dre]

Concrete Bride: A Reverie

Part 1

Back to living in a box. Back to wishing it was different. I hear the call through the airwaves out beyond the clouds in the distance;

‘Find me…’

I see thunderstorms outside my studio window as lightning cracks across the sky. I crash on my bed letting chemicals rewire all parts of my mind as my frontal-lobe explores further. Outside there is so much life—, inside there is only grey ash. I walk her streets at night in ever-search of self-gifted curses, like always.

The city becomes my church—, an industrialized nature with permanent smoke gliding across its surface. Her curls cascade down in flowing rivers of taxi cabs and speeding hearses. Her lips part the water and its coastline before swallowing my body’s inner-pulp. My bride’s alive in the electric wires powering our cement sanctuary with trillion-watt bulbs. Through the commotion and constant multi-dimensional regression of self—, I rehear the promise;

‘Find me…’

It flies through the fog like an emotional homing missile. Deep within a dark stare, an inner-spirit slowly points towards me as her eyes whisper, that’s mine.

Above an autumn-rainfall’s freshly soaked asphalt shine the peaks of high-rise rooftops projecting an outline of shapes I’ve never seen before—, eclipsing the laws of mathematics; Divine Geometry.

She’ll appear like a siren in the seas of forgotten memories; Mnemosyne, reawakened. Throughout the moment; a portrait of future potential by way of rising phoenixes wrapped in Oak Street leather jackets.

Sparks will fly off the rails as L-trains thunder down their tracks toward the Loop. Three-inch heels will keep perfect time of our tapered lives through rhythmic-clicks off alleyway-bricks below her stilettoed metronomes. Louder with each step; power sounds of an elegant season will surround us in stereo, ever-guided by the speakers’ bass-driven beats.

We’ll enter our dimly-lit kingdoms and take the two tallest thrones with pulled-patent cushions, like always. Lights of fire-glowing lava will branch off in strange sporadic angles through their glass-shaped cages; all restoring life to the smallest parts of the darkly-painted walls with such class-made patience.

She’ll sit while looking the room over and silently read its vibe.

Part 2

Some dreams I actively seek out in hopes that their hauntings are ever-abstractive and self-implanted deep within the maze of crossed-wire encryptions that maybe—, they might just be real. My chemically-altered lifelong-coma comes with an imagination that remains in a constant state of flux throughout the mixed-media thought-tunnels running on only the highest, if not sharpest—, of stoner frequencies.

I gently slide the tip of my finger across the soft edges of her ankles where sole and topside separate for an entire night and not think twice about going any further. I pin her up against the wall by softly biting pierced-earlobes as jeans ease over paralleled-hips in slowed motions before falling to the floor beneath our bare feet below.

I am both sinner and saint at once.

I feel the cold metal zippers of her open leather jacket repeatedly smack against my chest; the only piece of clothing on either of our bodies as we out-best the breaking of each others’ backs from the Kama Sutraesque-motions upon the same chair for the past hour plus.

Amidst the room; a sensual intuition that turns our two genetic buildups into counter-reactive towers of sexual energy impatiently waits to rip-through by megaphone-amplified moans we’d make certain that the world itself can feel with a diamond’s worth of clarity—, and shine.

Dream-wave expanding;

Two souls of the same sign—, watching all sides as we hear billions of beautiful gunshots blaze through the night sky marking the start of our week-long royal-wedding event—, it’s official.

Her finely stitched bulletproof vest of silken-threaded wires reflects back a past through mastered alchemy of the very Sun’s satin-flowing fire; an ever-beauty bleaching out darkness. Her wreath whispers beginnings of the long-awaited fulfillment under regal soils of a promise stemmed from paralleled-lineages; a potential ever-reaching its markets.

Ancestral aims refined through Cupid’s love-arrows, guided by Heavenly Eagles soaring high above in multi-sphered flashes of future ascendence as she nears Her Most Holy Alter & I Mine.

“The bride has arrived!,” voices out the gathered loved ones through bouts of loud cheering and commenced celebration as the first gleaming pieces of a mile-long motorcade rolls down in leisured convertible movements accented by thumping sounds of pounding subs coming from out the dozens of duffle bag-sized trunks.

Cherry paint-drops sprinkle the ground in Pollock-channeled brushstrokes like the melting lollipops of a humid-conquered Houston Summer from the swerving procession of Princes and Princesses, Kings and Queens—, all sitting atop freshly-coated four-wheeled floats leaving behind midair energy-streams telling the cryptic tales of rival meetings between ivory and burgundy castles through in-rhythm waves set to the chopped and screwed remixes of A$AP and Thugger.

Each backseat—, a temporary council of familial aristocracy. Everything; primped and proper. Nothing left to falter. Festivities thrown in the name of revolutionary suicide-pacts by permanent spotlight-stealing martyrdom.

The centerpiece is pulled by pure-bred quarter horses. The chariot slowly slides into view. She is not an image of mere perfection nor solely radiates the inner-strength of beatific love; no—, The Bride is Beyond Beatrice.

A backdrop of bright blue and red bursts merged through golden lava-filled fireworks light up the dark sky behind the dual-airing dynasties accepting their celestial roles, taking up eternal thrones; setting the stage to a sacred joining of ancient bloodlines with unresolved mysteries that remain in play as the plot continues to thicken. Forever searching for the exact point in our shared dreaming that put into motion the metaphoric split-off and the exact point that it’d re-found itself further down below watching their shapes realign in real time into the symbols of an ever-monarch’s permanent shine; like always—, river; re-merged.

Then I wake up.

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[chicago-geniza]

NISHT REBLOGN

in 2020 my m*m said public shootings were going to become much more commonplace in the next couple of years for, you know, [handwavy widespread general unrest, stagflation, the pandemic, climate change & the housing market leading to demographic upheavals, people being impoverished on a massive scale] plus right-wong radicalization reasons & told me to "invest in a bulletproof vest if [i] go to protests or gatherings like concerts in the future" & i was like well that sounds insane but you're probably right, & i just saw this advice re: protests in a thread about summer actions by an old school anarchist who knows her shit, & this is far from the first time something like this has happened, & i'm honestly beginning to consider her a barometer, like, my mother gives me advice that sounds insane, & a year or two later it will suddenly seem reasonable. not her fringe anti-vax nonsense though, like, the prepper reflexes & predictions about The Economy.

[raptorbox]

"selfish machines (reissue)" lyric prompts!

i had the urge to make a prompt list from this pierce the veil album sooo here it is! three lyrics from each song on the album.

"I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans"

"And until that day, I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery"

"How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her head?"

"Please keep chasing me"

"It's cold but you pretend that you are warm with me"

"But I'll never let you freeze without me"

"It's time to take you home / It feels so early but I promised I would bring you to your door"

"I guess I never should have loved you / But I do forever 'cause you loved me"

"If you were gonna leave this world how could it be without me?"

"And baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you, I shake"

"What if I can't forget you? / I'll burn your name into my throat"

"You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need"

"I was saving myself for you / I waited my whole life for you"

"'Cause without you nothing ever mattered"

"I just wanted one dance with you"

"You hold my attention without even trying"

"I'm holdin' her just like she's gold, but I've been running from the sun. Oh no, no"

"I'm hoping that God looks away this time"

"You've gone and sewn me to this bed, the taste of you and me"

"My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me"

"But don't just say it, you should sing my name / Pretend that it's a song 'cause forever it's yours"

"I want you in the most unromantic ways"

"I don't know how you get into me / Down my throat and made a home in my veins"

"Stay away / Oh no / Just stay away from my friends"

"And I don't care if you're sick / I don't care if you're contagious / I would kiss you even if you were dead"

"'Cause I'd do anything to hold your hand"

"I'm gonna tear out the thread one by one from your skin / 'Til your bones feel embarrassed by all the attention"

"When I'm asleep and in a dream that I'm your only one"

"Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?"

"If it's the end of the world / You and me should spend the rest of it in love"

"'Cause I've broken bones for you, and for you only"

"Permanently yours"

"Maybe we're meant to lose the ones we love / But I'll fight for you till then"

"As I brace my knees you hold me down with your eyes"

"You'll never be as beautiful without me / Beauty needs an animal to breathe"

"Sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want"

"When second chances won't leave you alone / Then there's faith in love"

"I've always tried to remind her that the future's / Just a few heartbeats away from disaster"

"If you kiss me goodnight / I'll know, everything is alright"

[pretxnder]

Starter open — Corredores do Olympic

Joji tinha um sorriso contido em seus lábios. Ficar trancada era uma merda, é claro, mas ao menos ela tinha conseguido uns bons minutos de atenção de uma plateia particularmente boa. Tudo começou com o nerd esquisito, que ela se lembrava que havia perdido uma bolada de dinheiro com bitcoin, havia pedido para ela o ensinar a fazer uma Amarra Contínua. A garota desconfiou o fato dele saber que ela tinha conhecimento sobre nós e, pior ainda, o rapaz já estava com um enorme pedaço de corda para aquela finalidade. Jenkins iria recusar, é claro, mas não pode dizer não após ver as notas de 100 dólares que ele havia lhe mostrado. Aceitou com a condição de mostrar nele mesmo, só pra ficar mais fácil que o garoto entendesse (ou não) o que estava acontecendo. Quinze minutos após ela o fazer juntar os pulsos atrás das costas para a primeira amarra, Leonard estava jogado no chão, com os braços e as pernas amarrados firmemente, enquanto um grupinho de pessoas formavam um círculo entre eles, rindo com toda situação. — E é assim que você amarra um porco lá na fazenda do meu tio! — Exibiu um sorriso largo, triunfante, escondendo a mentira óbvia em sua voz. O não tão pobre rapaz tentou protestar, mas em menos de um minuto Joji retirou a camiseta que usava e, sem se importar com os colegas vendo seu sutiã, amordaçou Leonard, prendendo a camiseta entre os lábios dele, de modo à incomodar e calar a boca do garoto. Ela nem mesmo ligou com o fato de que iria jogar a camiseta fora, já que em pouco tempo estaria toda babada. — Isso, é melhor um porco que não guincha, roinc, roinc! — Deu uma gargalhada alta, sendo acompanhada da plateia. Naquela época, Jocelyn não era do tipo que praticava bullying, mas seu "amadurecimento" a ensinou a simplesmente não se importar, já que, independente da situação, era só fingir um choro ou mostrar os peitos que tudo se resolvia. — Sorria, Leo! — Ordenou com um largo sorriso, segurando o rapaz pelos cabelos, o obrigando a olhar para a câmera enquanto Joji tirava uma selfie com ele, por fim voltando à se levantar, rindo enquanto via sua nova obra-prima.

[pretxnder]

— Você não acreditou na minha palavra, quando disse que iria fazer tudo? — Perguntou, piscando inocentemente, voltando à se sentar ao lado dele, observando Lucien bebendo água. — Ah, sou mais fácil de lidar que meu irmão. Ele é mais do tipo que manda, sabe? — Murmurou, sorrindo para o rapaz, calculando em quanto tempo ele duraria e se, de fato, dormiria ou entraria no modo zumbi. — Ah, foi sim! É bom pra distrair a mente às vezes, né? E a garota que tá de aniversário parece ter ficado muito feliz. — Comentou, desviando o foco até Arabella, não demorando muito para a encontrar na multidão, já que era alta pra caralho. Voltou sua atenção para o Dragna, sorrindo muito largo agora. — Precisa de mais alguma coisa? Um bolinho, talvez? Posso trazer os da Riley e os da Harper e você tenta adivinhar qual tem maconha qual não tem.

Lucien apenas sorriu de volta, irônico. Porém, ficou sem graça quando percebeu que Jocelyn realmente foi buscar água para ele. ─ Putz, não achei que cê ia de verdade. Valeu. ─ admitiu, aceitando a água. ─ Ow, sempre te achei muito mais firmeza que seu irmão. Não que seja muito difícil... ─ murmurou contra o copo, antes de beber alguns bons goles. ─ Mas e aí, foi bom o show, pelo menos? ─