When all hope is lost
And the battle is done
My tears will come
And flood the place
I am a crier
And I burn with a fire
My fire is bad
And so very mad
But why am I mad
When I am not the victim
I am a bystander
And an attacker
I am an oppressor
And a thug
I am a tyrant
And a persecutor
I am a ruffian
In need of a hug
Yet all the same
I am hurt by the words
I am the tormenter
And the tormented
I am the pain
And the pained
I am the scarer
And the scared
I am in fear
Yet all the same, the cause of fear
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Wanted to relax a little this evening, and my go-to game for that is Death Stranding. Did some deliveries today, and first time ever in my playthrough saw more than one structure in a row that deteriorated to unusable state... Guess the game is older and less people are playing so some structures are breaking down little by little. It's surprisingly sad, but also not really, this is a postapocalypse setting after all. This is what the characters of the game are constantly feeling - the slow but very visible passage of time around them. Or not so slow, not so slow at all...
Anyway, great walking simulator, had fun, got a little closer to that platinum
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💐 [from Yaoshi ;) for Dan Feng]
Misc. Actions Post || Accepting @grislyintentions
💐- to gift a bouquet of flowers .
Trigger Warning: Slight Body Horror/Vomiting/Blood
The bouquet is tossed the ground before a heeled boot stomps it. Yinyue Jun smashes the delicate white petals, the golden wheats, and the red berries. Uncaring to the crimson stain growing underneath his boot, he grinds it to the stone pavement with no mercy.
His carefully blank expression is broken by the sneer marring his beautiful face. The nearby bodies of water stirs in response to the fury swirling within his chest. He cares not for the roots digging painfully into his bones or the tightness of his throat filled with petals- a punishment for his sacrilege to the maniacs beloved deity.
The Plagues Author is not his Aeon, and they will never be despite their so-called "blessing" forced upon him.
Yinyue Jun removes his feet, noting that the sticky red mess looks similar to gore.
He feels nauseous.
A memory of last week resurfaces where Yinyue Jun hunched over his desk as he threw up petals all over his documents. The white flower petals, covered in bile and blood, left their stain on his desk.
It was a mockery to him, reminding Yinyue Jun of his weakness.
Clicking his tongue, the High Elder snaps his fingers and summons a droplet of Cloudhymn magic. The magic waters purifies the filth dirtying his floor. Within moments, it was gone as if it was never there in the first place. Satisfied, he shoves his hands into his sleeves and tilts his head to the star-covered skies.
"You will find no devotee here. Mark my words, Plague Author. The Hunt shall aim straight for your heart and end your reign of abominations." Yinyue Jun declares, filled with both determination and hatred.
Yinyue Jun turns his back to the skies, spurning the deity "gifts", and retreats into his residence. But whether or not the High Elder consent matters-
An azure scale lays on the ground. Their brilliant color have dulled to a grayish hue devoid of any life. Where the scale had fallen from Yinyue Jun skin, a single root starts to sprout.
Then, the whispers begin...
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@chocolate-cake-enthusiast CAKE CAKE CAKE CAKE! GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!!!!
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Sharp.
My teeth too sharp, they only tear and break your skin.
My teeth too sharp, they only harm you.
My teeth too sharp, they only want to hide.
My teeth too sharp, they only cut.
Your skin too soft, would break under the pain.
Your skin too soft, would it hurt?
Your skin too soft, would you see me as a monster?
What would you do when my teeth so sharp finally hurt you, and you see the monster I truly am?
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𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬
✧ Animal: The Felidae family, with a strong preference toward lions.
✧ Flowers: Reed flower.
✧ Scent: Cistus-labdanum incense, freshly polished steel, myrrh, baked clay, crushed grapes for wine fermentation.
✧ Coffee: Black, spiced with cardamom and saffron.
✧ Tea: Marjoram tea.
✧ Drink: Wine.
✧ Alcohol: Well-aged date wine and golden beer (kaš sig), the latter malted with barley and emmer.
✧ Food: Salted and spiced meats, particularly roast kid; ‘exotic’ game meats with deep, rich flavors; unleavened bread of sasqû flour; fruits with dark juice, such as grapes and pomegranates.
✧ Dessert: Girí lam pastry, which was reserved only for individuals in Sumerian society of the highest conception and authority: kings and gods. Sweetened with honey, flour-bound, prepared with dates and raisins imported from Smyrna through trade.
✧ Clothing: Whatever he declares is of high standing and is worthy of being worn by him. Fine robes with luxurious dyes and long kaunakes (a symbol of his Kingship) were the basis of his wardrobe in his time. Has a marked preference for gold and darker colors, such as black, crimson, and royal blue. He particularly loves his modern ‘rider outfit’, such so that it being marred by a speck of dust or being grazed by an unworthy hand is an insult.
✧ Candy: Mersu with date syrup and ghee.
✧ Left or Right Handed?: Equally ambidextrous with both hands. However, he always wields Ea with his right, and clutches the Chains of Heaven with his left.
✧ Sloppy or Neat Writing?: Immaculate and authoritative in the way it is bereft of any fallacy. Near-clinical in its perfection. Any errors in penmanship or tablet-make are mistakes he does not commit. In the manner of conveying his own speech, his court scribes are also expected to never falter. The King’s words are far heavier than any tablet or stone upon which they are carved.
✧ Clean or Messy Home?: The palace servants will ensure the former.
✧ Shower in Morning or Night?: Either. Does not ‘shower’ in the modern sense, but rather takes highly luxurious baths.
✧ Tasks Done Early or Last Minute?: Does it matter? He decides when things begin and when they end.
✧ Love Language?: Gilgameš does not love lightly. Like his feelings toward mankind, his love is exceedingly vast and unfathomable and consuming. As shown in his constant combat with Enkidu, the two of them conversing not with tongue but with the clash of blade and battle, too is that violence a manifestation of his affection — just as he is willing to commit what is deemed by the masses as atrocities in the name of seeing Man prosper. The Gate of Babylon as an infinite testimony to mankind’s achievements and value further elicits how humanity is endeared to him. Words were deemed as having numinous significance in ancient Sumer, and every breath of the King is worth its weight in gold — if he declares you as invaluable, then that truth is absolute for all of time. If one must allocate a love language (that is not to exclude him from showing any of the others), it would perhaps be quality time, whether bestowing the turmoil that precedes growth, providing his aid (even if under the guise of desiring entertainment), or simply him allowing someone to exist next to him in comfortable, intimate silence — if Gilgameš is not already communicating in his own ‘language’, that is. Simply because it is elusive does not mean it is not there. It is important to look not merely at what he says but what he means, to see the fine lines in his actions.
✧ Believe in Love at First Sight?: He can appraise the value of anything simply by gazing upon it. And he knows that worth well. If it is valuable enough he may even wish to attain it. But to garner his interest and desire is not equivalent to invoking so visceral and complex a feeling within him as love, something which he stringently distances himself from. In a word: no.
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 : @adpulvis and @artificile. Thank you!
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 : @kyrieleisen, @kishisms, @maledicti-oculi, @lyriccl, @koorinohebi., @moonlightmagus.
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