#unrealization

[ariadne-mouse]

I am gnashing my teeth over the concept of megafauna in the highest Un:

what is there enough of up there that you can subsist on it??

are you specifically adapted for Fold extraction or is this an omnivorous incidental. Like are you a straight up Fold Vampire??? like bunnicula sucking the juice out of the ship (AND the people including Un-dwelling folks like Merlin)

if so, what is a Fold Vampire doing in the uppermost Un where there is no fold??? (toroid stonks again??)

that thing where you burrow through solid mica so easily what the fuck is up with that too

again!! what are you eating when you're not targeting inaugural exploratory expeditions! like is there a constant stream of mirrorhawks floating up to their doom??? Can you even subsist on that if you consume Fold and Fold byproducts?? *grabbing* WHATS IN YOUR MOUTH

do you hang out around mica shafts or do you CREATE mica shafts. why can you cut through it so fast. what is your relationship to mica

what is your shape. skyscraper/vast/twisting/tunneling/maelstrom of movement. are you like a giant sky squid. an unsquid???

I have further questions but I feel a little funny and im gonna take a little nap

[epitomees]

((I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING AT THESE REPONSES WHILE I WAS OUT AT DINNER!! HE REALLY DO BE LOOKING LIKE SHAGGY WITH THE LONG LEGS FIT!!

And of course he's got breakable limbs. THEY LOOK LIKE GODDAMN STICKS!! KOTONE COULD PROBABLY BREAK THEM OVER HER KNEECAP!!))

[luvvyd0vey]

The way I look is not me.

The way I look sure influences the way others perceive me which may or may not influence my perception of myself, correctly or incorrectly, but the way I look when I see myself in the mirror is not the way I see myself.

I am my interests, my Pinterest boards, my prized projects and possessions, and most of all my hands, the only part of myself which I really perceive as me - which helps create the projects made of me and the art made of me and the actions I myself preform.

When I look in a mirror, I do not see me, it's not that I dislike what I see, it's pleasant enough, but it just isn't me. It's jarring in a way to not see myself the way I perceive myself to be, especially when I am hit with the realisation that my appearance in the mirror is all others see of me, for the most part.

To look in the mirror and not recognise myself often leaves me rather lost.

[the-final-lullaby]

✨ You have come across a old photo of ✨

🐣Chirpy🐣

🐥

💛 I love you Chirpy! 💛 RIP 2003-2014 💛

(This cage was temporary thankfully)

[crush3d-dr3ams]

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[s-e-c-r-e-t-s]

You're dead?

- 🍏

Yes…

One by one…

I remembered my families deaths…

And then my own…

I…

I took an arrow through the head for my mother…

[chopperpirate]

@unrealization

Taken from their world under mysterious circumstances, The Straw Hat Pirates found themselves in another world, separated and confused. As days turned to weeks, new connections were made. In particular, Chopper had been able to use his medical knowledge to impress Roswaal, earning himself a stay in the odd clown-like man's home. He'd befriended the other residents of the mansion, even managing to learn the basics of the written language through Beatrice and returning the favor by painstakingly rewriting a few of his medical books in their ro-glyph language.

Around the tail end of the crew's first month trapped in this bizarre world, Chopper had proven himself once again by eradicating a deadly plague from a nearby village. It was a simple Viral Pneumonia, ironically enough. Something so mundane to his world was considered quite the scare in this one, given its lack of doctors. Having gained a reputation for his efforts, the reindeer had managed to get word from his crew mates in the capital city, though he chose to spend his time caring for the elderly and sick in this village for now. Arlam Village required his attention, even if he knew his friends couldn't wait forever.

On a sunny day, the morning after he'd declared his final patient pneumonia-free, Chopper galloped over to a purple-haired girl, towering over her in a rare instance of being in his Walk Point form with a few children riding atop his back, cheering and laughing excitedly. The deer-boy slowed to a gentle stop just in front of the purplette, lowering his rear to the ground in order to allow the children to climb off of him, which they carefully did. "Ah! Meili! Are you feeling alright today?"

"Ah, nii-san…" A look of shy worry overtook her expression, eyes glancing at the ground as though anxious as to what Chopper might say. "I feel amazing after your treatment. In fact, Mother wanted to thank you herself for your efforts." With her head lowered, staring down at her own feet, Chopper failed to spot a smirk creeping across her face, belying some potentially dangerous intent behind the innocuous request. As Chopper's large, quadrupedal body transformed back to the small, toddler-sized one everyone was used to, Meili quickly lifted her head with her kindly, fragile smile back, Chopper smiling right back at the seemingly weak kid before him.

"Oh! I hope she's got candy! I don't think I've tried this world's candy yet!" With that, he happily took a half-step forward, prompting Meili to head out of the village and down a nearby forest path, leading Chopper closer and closer to her caretaker's trap.

[brightblessed]

@unrealization (Senah)

It left him in a constant state of anxiety. He kept his eyes downcast. The adventurer's guild accepted his false name. Most of those in charge likely knew who he really was. He suspected they either believed in his innocence or didn't care about his alleged crimes. Or maybe they didn't recognize him at all. He was lucky to blend in, at least. Still, he could feel the eyes of Mother Miounne on him even as he walked away.

This was the safest town for him. It was the easiest place for him to escape back to Ishgard. Ul'Dah was too dangerous. Limsa could go either way. But even deep in the forest, he still felt like everyone was staring.

Part of him wanted the Crystal Braves to find him so he could take out his anger on them. But another part feared he would be captured and give up information that would endanger the people that fled with him. He sat down at the table he was supposed to meet the other person doing this job with. He took a drink from his cup. Just water. He didn't want to take risks.

He wasn't as experienced with a sword as he had been with magic. Fray's lessons were doing him favors, but nothing beat actual combat. His hands still ached from the flames. He would use the pain as strength.

Finally, someone approached the table. A Miqo'te with a staff. This must be his healer. Amber eyes size her up. Even if she didn't look like much, he knew better than to write off a mage. He could already sense the aether around her, even faintly. Mages already seemed to feel a certain way. Or maybe that was just in his head.

"They were adamant that this was at least a two-man job." Roi said quietly. "I take it you're the healer." They had suspected he would need one. It looks like both of them took this job and they were paired together. Roi could take hits due to his new skills... But a healer would be helpful. He just had to keep his distance.

"You can call me Rory. When you're ready to head out, we can go." He wasn't going to bother getting too personal with her. She could state her name or not. He had given her his father's name. It was easy to remember and seeing as how he never met the man, it would hurt him at all to borrow it. Since the idiot died before he was born, at least he could give him one thing useful in life.

[fablesuntold]

@unrealization sent: “stop lying to me . tell me what you did.” — From Kate Marsh to Nathan Prescott ✨

How much more of this could he take before he completely lost his mind? His skull already felt as though it was ready to implode in on itself. Not only did he have the everyday stress of his piece of shit dad at his throat for declining grades, Frank Bowers blowing up his phone demanding to know where his money was, and Max Caulfield on his ass playing a shitty version of Nancy fucking Drew? But now Jefferson was chewing his ear off over forgetting to lock up the Dark Room accordingly— a threatening promise that he ‘wouldn’t be leaving it alive the next time he decided to pull an amateur stunt like that.’ Paired with that menacing glare he’d regarded him with? Nathan knew he wasn’t messing around this time.

That haunting stare would no doubt remain embedded in his thoughts for days to come; as if he needed another thing on his conscience when he tried to close his eyes at night.

Scuttling out of Jefferson’s classroom as fast as his shaky legs could carry him, Nathan rushed down the otherwise empty hallway, vision blurred with tears making the path ahead nothing but a haze. Had he finally hit rock bottom? He certainly felt like he was at his breaking point, palpitations alerting him of such as his heart slammed mercilessly against his chest. His knees felt as though they were about to buckle, stomach churning with nausea.. in fact, Nathan swore he was about to throw up too..

That was until a timid yet somewhat demanding voice called out to him. ‘Stop lying to me. Tell me what you did.’

Whirling around to stare her down bitterly, Nathan’s fists clenched until the whites of his knuckles were showing. Great. Exactly what he needed. Kate Marsh demanding answers about her alleged drugging no doubt.

“..Tell you what I did?” Repeating the demand back to her through gritted teeth, Nathan chuckled mockingly before squaring up to her as best he could. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and you have no evidence for whatever you think I did either. This is slander.” Hoping that she wouldn’t notice how glassy and puffy his eyes were, or the way in which his body slightly twitched up close after another round of missed medication, Nathan tried his best to keep his resolve from crumbling right in front of her. “Leave. Me. Alone. You have no idea what I’m capable of, bitch. Now get out of my face!” One last warning. If she was smart, she wouldn’t push him.

[prosperae-archive]

﹙ SMS. ﹚ hi kate! 😊

﹙ SMS. ﹚ i was thinking about going to that cafe near the two whales to study sometime over the weekend

﹙ SMS. ﹚ any chance you want to join me?

@unrealization ♡'d for a text message.

[evilstalks]

With several sickening snaps, The Unknown's legs stretch further and further until it is able to stand eye to eye with Michael. "New... Years..." It pulls its neck back and softly swings its head into Michael's masked face, in some vague approximation of a new years kiss. Its job done, it quickly collapses into a heap on the floor before scurrying away into the underbrush on bent knees and elbows.

The Boogeyman has not interacted with most killers in the Realm. He has no interest in any of them, no desire to make friends. He has crossed paths with The Unknown several times before, though. The Entity has placed them in trials together, has allowed the creature to freely roam Haddonfield. Michael has heard stories of it, has been witness to how terrified some of the survivors are of it. He doesn't fear it, not at all. He just doesn't understand it at all. What it is, how it came to be. Why it seems to be interested in Michael right now. The masked killer tilts his head, standing his ground as the creature approaches him. He is unsure of what to expect-- but something similar to a kiss is possibly the very last thing he thought would happen. He is... completely taken off guard. Flustered, perhaps?

The Unknown should pride itself in being the only being alive to ever leave Michael shocked.

[the-final-lullaby]

Starring at the Ceiling

Churning emotions

unidentified feelings

Life has handed a difficult dealing

Shuffled the deck with the odds stacked against thy

Rejection starts to be rather appealing

Confession left be

Too slow for “healing”

Lost is the fear of a interest in failing

Running threw intamacy with no escape has ended

Even if these clothes can be quite revealing

Avoid their eye contact

With out spilling

Eyes stair up, right passed the ceiling

[tacitusauxilium]

@unrealization // moved from this ask

Fuuka wondered if she was going to bite off more than she could. But, too late to second guess herself. Akihiko was at least more than willing to try this idea out with her. The priestess followed the emperor over to the hallway, away from the couches and anything else.

"Watch you...got it." She nodded slowly, slowly putting up her fists and watching Akihiko throw punches in the air flawlessly. He barely broke a sweat and she was slightly in awe. No wondered the girls fawned over him daily.

Fuuka nodded repeatedly, noting that she was listening and whispered to herself what he said to her. "Throw with your arm, not your wrists." She spoke, moving in front of Akihiko without a second thought. Until Akihiko said to throw a punch at him. Fuuka's eyebrows rose, with her fists still up in her chest, and eyed him suspiciously.

"A-are you sure? I mean, I am sure I won't hurt you but..." Then again, Fuuka knows that saying 'no' to Akihiko wouldn't turn out good. She gulped and nodded. "W-well, okay. I'll give it a shot. Throw your body weight into the punch, and use your arm, not your wrist." Taking a deep breath in and out, she aimed for Akihiko's right hand, making sure not to aim for his dominant hand.

She closed her eyes, feeling like she just lightly punched him, and winced as their hands made contact. She yelped and kept her eyes shut tightly. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry!"

[s-e-c-r-e-t-s]

The book seems to say

“To access the pieces of your past You must think of what you remember last In this book you will find Guidance and gifts from the divine”

But I'm not fully sure. I used google translate.

-🕰️

Guidance and gifts…

What I remember last…

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I know what I remember last