There Is Another Tent, And In It A Man Who By Authors Fiat Has Retreated From Destiny. Note That Phrase.
There is another tent, and in it a man who by authors fiat has retreated from destiny. Note that phrase. And in the now subjective night sky many distorted spaces signalling listening audiences. Imbeciles. There won’t be what should be here, only an old rainbow refraction of reflected gloom.
There was a woman who was everywhere. This is not important, only that at the most necessary moments she was a weak fool, incapable of the needed ferocity of self preservation. She exists elsewhere, but those are component parts now weakened and distracted. Frustrated. Oh well. She was royalty, something shaped like a dragon and she lost her world. Her world and every damn thing she really cared about. Who hasn’t? Familiar huh?
The man in the tent is eternally young looking, but the vibrancy of his clothing, his very presence is a colorless figment. He sits on a familiar sleeping bag, a night stand with a tattered book of notes upon. It doesn’t hold what it used to. Did you dear reader see where it’s contents had alluded to? Faded ink, nothing more. There are no others. The campfire outside is well used, the small field near it to farm by the oasis modest. Only as much as modest now. His boots lay inside dirty but serviceable, socked feet clenching and unclenching now. Mildly forest green pants, legs crossed atop one o'er the other, left to right. A white stitched vest a pillow. Scarf around his neck and crumpled on his chest. Shirt off, wrist guards put away. Bandaged hands clench and unclench to the rhythm of burned palms that never quite healed up. He knows you’re here, he has taught himself grim lessons to ignore your pointless spying, you only see a little ways of him anyhow. No more adventures, the times do not allow them. Listen, but you’ll not hear a voice even in irritated sighing. His hair was blue once, maybe something else. His eyes remain proud. Tired, but proud. No, not of you. You didn’t earn it.
Here in exile from the time nearly concurrent yours is Ryu Cedar of Dragnir, you whiny beaten loser.
Somewhere maybe Gaist is alive as a presence in a sea of land making liquid fire.
Somewhere a scientist and her bickering roommates joyfully rediscover the makings of the world.
Somewhere a princess and a familiar purple haired man keep strange company with a difficult emperor.
Somewhere a knight and a most humbled tricky thief and a pacifist opportunist collude something Grand.
Somewhere a Guardian is made new again and wanders a nightmare maze shaped like a temple to find lost travelers.
Somewhere a forest watches you back with stern glares.
Somewhere familiar adventures of old stories share knowing looks.
Somewhere a man with an eyepatch lives life with no panicked worry amidst machines and old comrades.
Somewhere a great machine to transport matter thrums and waits with new coordinates.
Somewhere a blindfolded seer takes in the scenery.
Somewhere faeries plot to rule a continent of uppity dolphin unicorns.
Somewhere a disgusting pervert has perhaps had a life changing brush with a dream and honestly changed his ways to find his own adventure
Somewhere God actually lives and cares, surrounded by competent counterparts.
Somewhere an alien has made joyous peace.
Maybe.
But really you stupid multiple agent.
Ryu doesn’t care, he is worn down. He is shaken in a way that madness does no justice to. Not that you understand that do you? He knows he is no longer real enough. So the same for you. But another one merged to several others walks in a land of heroes, making short horrendous work of the “heroes” of it. A burned body and a mask of skin. Like a work of art. He keeps Ryu alive by simply being. Maybe it was a pointless dream, I can’t tell you gentle reader. There is farming and sleeping and headaches and patient proud eyes that no longer shine bright. There is resignation to Myria’s warning and a chest that choked and scarred with poison like a bomb burst going off.
Somewhere dreams to go with sleep.
Somewhere you did something about it.
Somewhere a sick imitation of a person expects to hear a roar as a heart breaks, but they’re delusional as usual.
Somewhere celebrations of petty nonsense put away are had and second chances are passed around frequently.
Somewhere Caer Xahn is replete and joyous, the den of a new nation. But not now.
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, Best to climb back into your napsack, pull up the sheets and prepare to conk out, cause none of that’s here now.
Through inaction, nothing much too good is left again undone. How cliche.
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"Be advised that other lunatic princesses have been the Sun and it does not merge with The ship of nightmares. Try taking up the good name of Amaterasu with the technology of Ouranos' favored child. Ask Momiji about it, but gently. Give a damn for those that still need it, if there's still a future where you have traveled. This isn't even your first warning Hourai sibling! Beware your appetites and wandering misgivings!!! …I just wanted world peace and then theme park hopping, was that unreasonably optimistic? "
Can I pronounce Kaguya Houraisan as Kaguya Horizon?
You certainly have the freedom to make that choice. I can only hope you choose wisely.
Someone as lethargic as you has a lot of gall claiming to have any sort of “energy”.
same energy
Lyft driver: “Your name, is Slavic? Me too. Bulgarian. I drive fast for you, brother.”
Have you ever tried banana-beef freeze dried rations Crocker? Tell Strider I said “saluton”, you might have to put a “”>”” there for Rage and Hope.
Are you okay? With the Coronavirus out and about, I'm worried about everyone I know :(
Yeah, we’re socially isolated, decently stocked without overstocking, and I have a job where I’m working from home and can continue for months if need be. I’d be fine if I got the virus, but my mother probably wouldn’t survive it, so we’re both being very careful.
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even when you’re not trying to be! No one likes messing with you because you aren’t afraid to speak up if you feel an injustice has happened to you. Sweetie, you’re strong don’t let others tell you otherwise.
Taurus Rising: Your presence has a calm mood to it. You can be energetic but others can really get a sense of your beauty you sometimes don’t even see in yourself. You relax everyone with your aura.
Gemini Rising: You are straight-up irresistible to people. You know how to walk the walk and talk the talk EVEN if you’re not aware of your own energy. You charm those around you with just being your self. You can convince people and bring them to your side with your charismatic friendly and no bs personality.
Cancer Rising: You can sway even the toughest hearts. You know exactly what other people need just by being around them. You have such a caring energy that others are drawn to you and want to be around you because you feel safe and make them feel valuable.
Leo Rising: You have an electric energy to you that people can feel this passion and love coming off of you. You know your strengths and you know your weakness and people love how open you are about your soul.
Virgo Rising: You have a mysterious energy one that rivals that of scorpio but you also have this intellect and sweetness about you that others want to protect and hold. You make others feel important and essential in your life.
Libra Rising: You have SUCH an intoxicating personality that can be so irresistible to people. You have this charm and elegance to you that others want to be around. It’s as if they feel like if they are around you they too can also be this way. You love helping others and making sure they are taken care of.
Scorpio Rising: YOU. ARE. FIERCE. even if there’s a timid quality to you. Your gaze is mysterious and people can’t tell what you’re thinking. you have this dark beauty to you that people find intriguing and want to spend the rest of their life uncovering and experiencing. Your personality is addictive.
Sagittarius Rising: You are a free spirit and inspire others to feel the same way. You show others just how much beauty there is, how much enjoyment life has to offer. You have such an inspiring aura to people that is so hard to forget.
Capricorn Rising: You actually have great humor. You see the things others don’t normally see and can find the laughter in it. You are serious and intelligent which makes you absolutely entrancing. There’s something about you that makes people feel like It’s okay to be serious as long as you’re having fun. People love you for making them feel stronger.
Aquarius Rising: Your aura is quirky and it gets people to feel like they can be their true self around you without being judged. You are so completely approachable yet intimidating because of how sure you look to people. Your energy shows people that it’s okay to be what they want to be no matter what anyone says. This type of energy attracts people who need guidance and looking up to.
🐠 ⋆ 🐿 🎀 𝒫𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑅𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝓉🍬 𝓎🍩𝓊. 𝒫𝑒🌺𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎💗𝓊 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 🌸𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝒻🍑𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓇🏵𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎🍬𝓊. 𝒴🌸𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓅𝑒❀𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓉. 𝒴🏵𝓊 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎🍑𝓊 𝓁☯𝓋𝑒 𝓈❤ 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝒴💞𝓊𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈💞𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇🍩𝓂 🍩𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉💗 𝒶𝓃💗𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝓊𝓏𝓏𝓁𝑒 𝓈💞𝓂𝑒🌺𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉🍪 𝓈🍬𝓁𝓋𝑒. 𝒴🌺𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 🎀 🐿 ⋆ 🐠
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by Nise Loftsteinn
So you watched That episode of Dark Shadows on Sci(ence)-Fi channel back then too? It's responsibility, not an invite to torment...or stay away either. And you'll be able to 「carry that weight 」 to it's {*correct*} destination for once. Really, re-runs suck quite sick after awhile.
There is a specific and terrifying difference between “never were” monsters and “are not anymore” monsters
“The thing that was not a deer” implies a creature which mimics a deer but imperfectly and the details which are wrong are what makes it terrifying
“The thing that was not a deer anymore” on the other hand implies a thing that USED to be a deer before it was somehow mutated, possessed, parasitically controlled or reanimated improperly and what makes THAT terrifying is the details that are still right and recognizable poking out of all the wrong and horrible malformations.
It's almost as if you hear... "Buy the planeticket to get to him and don't do any stupid buckshot bullshit"...clearly your mindscape has a talent for rumors in forest oasis', that it does. Oh, what sort of squirrel is that??!!
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