Memory Is A Smokestack Bleeding Out Ghosts.;; Ind Semi-selective Multimedia Multimuse, Crossover And

━ memory is a smokestack bleeding out ghosts. ;; ind semi-selective multimedia multimuse, crossover and oc friendly, featuring muses from sources such as persona, disco elysium, bloodborne, hades, i was a teenage exocolonist, and more ;; beloved by captain ━ rules & roster & interest checker.

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Hornet had been born a thrumming, slashing thing, and this way she would die.

Her feet moved like pinpricks in the sullen, loamy dirt ━ fast and precise and as needle-like as her nail itself. cutting lines like some kind of dance into the gravel-dimpled ground, swinging, forward and back, lunge & retreat & motion ; effort in grace.

A small thing, always. Hornet would never outgrow the worst of them, but she was fast, and sharp, and in this she found pride. Metal, tension of the string like a blade through the stagnant air, her weapon in her hands. the needle circles, circles, stabs like a stinger through carapace and flesh, piercing the shoddy warped scrap-metal of a training dummy she'd maybe had made herself. Reel it in, the thread returns to her, and with it her needle. Jump! Air whistling through her armor as she rises, joints spry as her eyes widen ━ reorient.

━ And catch! tangle the writhing limbs, trip them up, a flailing of precise white cord through the cold air that burned in her. Suffocate, string them up, cut them out!

This was her name. ━ Names like titles, she was Hornet; a buzzing, fast, terrible thing : with a body like a blade, body from the beast and practice from the bee and mind from the pale, she would stab, slash, spike them through! She is more, she is greater, she is-

━wait, 'them'? it was supposed to be an it. ( how single-minded, to forget just whom she'd been fighting. an internal battle, as much as a physical one... )

@lunaright // inbox / starter call!

there was nothing too strange, too far fetched to find in her dreams.

each one, each door, was a labyrinth folding into itself. paradox of sound and color and motion and direction, never to find stability, eternal elsewhere. a dull life led to an overflowing inner-something, the what she could no longer describe ━ though, in this same way, she did not want to. the vague of the void and the mind drifting between it. she could feel her hands skimming consciousness like ripples on a lake that does not exist.

━ did this make this beautiful not-thing the minotaur, then? to be stunning as daylight filtering through stone like coiled thread, but stuck within the statue and brick you were banished to. a world unto itself, incapable of charting, changing always to keep you. ( she does not think that they would be here, if it were not true. to be trapped here inside where she came freely. an internal constant, the labyrinth changing. )

" what kind of animal are you. "

this is just how it is

Hey so it's come to my attention that the Creators of Disco Elysium want you to share the game and not give the company who took over and fired them (illegally)?) any profits off of their ideas and work, and I originally joined tumblr 2 weeks ago when that post was going around about the Steam sale and how you should [Skull and Crossbones flag] it instead.

So.

in light of that.

Check the replies/notes of this post :)

I was informed that posts containing links in them aren't findable in the search so i'll just.... drop a link in a seperate reboot :)

first things first though, copy this key:

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a tension pulls at the air, weighted with the smell of chestnut-scented smoke and cold, stagnant wind, as Kitsuragi was viscerally aware of attention on him. the roads are lovingly iced in the early morning, world slowly coming alive from the night prior, and already beginning to discolor in the dust & the sunlight. Nothing stays perfect forever. the Lieutenant speaks finally, back turned but conscious, attentive. specific in his posture to perhaps look bigger than he was, calm & prepared for what the day might hold. ( Show me your cards, I'll show you mine. ) ━ " ... If you have something to say, say it. "