#jumbor barutronica

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Weird folk tales and myths crop up when you're in a concrete world full of nonstop construction and the constant pressures of hard laborious work. It's metal and chains and... hard. The Things are old machines, ghosts of old workers, rubble and junkyard scrap. But the most dangerous ones. The most worrying tales.

They're made of flesh.

Maybe that's why Trickery is so terrifying. His hair is sometimes described as the color of meat. Of exposed muscle. The blues and yellows like blue veins and yellow fat layers.

A crushed EM with evidence of blood inside it and two missing men and a town that won't speak about what happened. A town that goes bankrupt where no one will be outside at dawn or dusk. They'll happily wander out at the witching hour, but never sunset or sunrise. They avoid the large craters that pierce the ground around the old place the EM had laid.

Offerings of old teeth are common. Old fairy tale stories of leaving teeth under pillows have twisted in those corners of the world. Baby teeth are strung up as good luck charms or charms to ward away the Things, sometimes seen hung from the mirrors and controls of EMs.

Teeth knocked out in a fight are kept, placed in specific places on worksites. Places that aren't told to the people who visit just to perform inspections. They disappear sometimes.

Smiles are precious. If something smiles at you from a dark corner of a room, out from under shade, out from the blackness of the end of a mine, you smile back. It doesn't matter what it is, it doesn't matter that it might be made of rotting meat and maggots or a weird looking kid with red hair, you smile back.

And you don't

break

eye contact.

Wait for it to disappear. And it will. No matter how your heart races or how bile rises in your gut. It will disappear. You can run or throw up after it leaves.

It's a visceral fear. It's a fleshy fear. A wet fear.

The fear of being crushed, the fear of being fired, the fear of falling off a high beam. Those are all solid fears. The red thing is fluid. It's an unknown. It's a breakout of a disease in a world with poor medical infrastructure and no idea if your cough is contgious or just the goddamn dust. It's the uncertainty of a loved one not quite home on time and wondering if you'll ever see them again.

It's breaking into a cave untouched by the great project and sealing it back up because the walls were made of tongues and intestines and ignoring that anyone ever saw it.

#in a world of metal the scariest things are flesh #ress writes #jumbor barutronica #trickery #cw gore #cw vomit #cw gross lmao #cw body horror too kinda

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Jumbor who're close to one another may gently head bump one another like cats or, sitting close together, press one of their horns into the other. Because they feel safe to have their horns so close. Anyone who isn't personally close to a jumbor even so much as motions towards their heads and it can be perceived as a major slight, much less actually touching their face or head.

#not me theorizing how robots act culturally once again #listen its the soft little things #jumbor #jumbor barutronica

[kawahageshii]

Aww, all of Takei's series have matching covers this month~

#Karakuridoji ULTIMO #Shaman King Flowers #SK Flowers #Jumbor Barutronica #Hiroyuki Takei