Stream of Unconsciousness

Discussion in 'Your Bijou Blogette' started by Lazarae, Jan 10, 2019.

  1. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    So elfy, fucked up, likely to throw the fucked-upness at you violently.

    Sounds about right.
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  2. Anomal(eee)

    Anomal(eee) Grumblepunk Gremlin

    Aasimar warlock, fey Lord pact, because fuck expectations
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  3. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

  4. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    I got stimulus money? I wasn't expecting that since my income is 100% disability and I thought you only got it if you paid taxes?

    I have no idea what to do with an extra 1.2k

    I mean I have stuff I want but


    I have no idea what to do with it and have to spend most of it by the end of May so I don't have too much money in the bank for disability.
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  5. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    holy shit

    this means

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  6. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me


    Mm those some satisfying numbers
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  7. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    [yoink sound effect]

    Make me make words
  8. artistformerlyknownasdave

    artistformerlyknownasdave revenge of ricky schrödinger

  9. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    Greengrower sits, elbows on the basalt slab serving as a table, and chatters about the garden her dedicants are planting for her. Their Laughing brother flicks the coin dangling from one ear in obvious boredom as the King of Ash and Coal discusses threats from the surface. The room is empty. Unspoken is sitting there, with them, with her siblings, and the room is empty. There's nothing there. They won't hear her, not when it matters. She can reveal the secrets of their enemies above and they'll listen. But the enemy below goes ignored. Balancekeeper might listen- no, he would- but there's nothing he can do. His power only extends to their people. She needs King's ability to destroy, Greengrower's ability to protect. All she can do is know.

    But they won't listen. Their former world is a more clear threat, something they know. A void at the bottom of the world is abstract. Not something they can easily understand, even as it poisons them.

    Unspoken watches her siblings ignore the greatest threat and wonders if there's a point in building a haven if you can't protect it.
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  10. Loq


    demon lav - feathers
  11. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    The wine and gold are laid out. The ward is drawn- carefully, to make sure there are no errors. The name is written, equally carefully, along the inside. It seems wrong to pray, given what she's doing, but the witch hopes very hard she's done it right.

    And she has. In an explosion of feathers that dissolve in the air like ink in water, the demon appears. A huge mix of a blackbird and an octopus, two wings but the severed stubs of six more, and a lightning bolt in her beak. Feathers continue to rain down and dissipate as the demon tilts her head, looking down at the witch with lavender eyes. "And what would you ask of me, little one?"
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  12. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

  13. artistformerlyknownasdave

    artistformerlyknownasdave revenge of ricky schrödinger

  14. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me


    Fun things to do in a day: get stabbed. Don't die from it. Have to break into your own shitty motel room because you don't want anyone calling the hospital while you bleed all over everything. Shitty motels willing to turn a blind eye to bullshit that wasn't the employee's problem were a dying breed. (To be fair, the bloodstains and potentially dead runaway in the bathroom would be their problem, but Laverna chose to cheerfully ignore that.) Perform self surgery.

    Her 'field surgeon's kit' was under the bed where she'd forgotten it, because of course she had. The needle was a standard straight sewing needle, though one of the smaller ones, because finding a suture needle wasn't really viable. Fishing line for the stitches. Vodka that wasn't so much bottom shelf as under the floorboards for disinfectant, for all she really cared about that. She cursed up a storm, all half hisses, as she peeled off her hoodie and shirt to look at the wound, made all the worse for the fact it was in her shoulder. Fucker couldn't even pick somewhere lethal. It would be better if she had died, sending her back to start instead of having to figure out what to do with a damaged arm. Who stabs a shoulder, honestly?

    Laverna sat sideways on the lid of the toilet, since the bathroom had the best lighting (which wasn't saying much.) While her right hand wasn't her preferred hand for stitches being partially ambidextrous meant it didn't have the dexterity issues most would have with their non-dominant side. Which was good, because this was already going to suck. There was nothing to do for the muscle damage that was absolutely a thing, or the fact the knife might have gotten into the joint a little too, so at least being able to stitch it closed with some capability was something.

    As she worked, Laverna wondered if this slap-patch effort was even worth it. She was down her mostly-dominant arm. The loops, as far she was aware, were on a time limit. Healing would take time. It might be better to just finish the job; at least she'd do it properly. (Who stabs a shoulder?! The neck is right there!)

    But whatever end goal the loops had was strange, and maybe she was supposed to be injured. She'd already learned she had to let her ring get stolen. At least, she thought so. The shades had seemed pleased with the development, in as much as they could seem anything. She was guessing blindly, stumbling into the right actions without a guide or the slightest clue what she was working toward.

    She clipped the fishing line with a pair of dollar store nail clippers, leaving her kit bloodstained on the counter as she made her way to the bed and fell onto it, twisting around on her good side to land on her back. She'd have to find somewhere else to stay tomorrow, if she decided to live that long.

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  15. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    More Nico music, since I'm listening to the Peculiar Pretzelmen again.

    This whispering worries me the sneaking is terribly
    disconcerting you're flirting with fire exerting
    your vile vindictive though predictable syllables
    drilling your illness corrupt and villainous
    with an evil intent an unscrupulous willingness
    to congragate clouds of suspicion and doubt

    scattering stones when the first shots rang out
    nowhere to be found when the first shots rang out.

    look what you've learned oh the prizes you've earned
    the angels are falling with wings bent and burned
    you laughed in the shadows amused by this turn

    oblivious to the oncoming darkness and worms.
    slow creeping certainty of darkness and worms.

    Back in the alleys the rats have all rallied
    counting the bones there's no peace in the valley
    only the devils have an accurate tally
    but they'll never admit to the score just madly

    cackle at our unfortunate ways
    just madly cackle through our misfortune and fray

    Susan oh Susan, your clothes are all ruined,
    sullied and soiled from the things you been doing
    they'll find you down where the poison is pooling
    the rumor is she drowned but they're really not fooling
    anybody anyway we're all familiar with her ways
    she simply outstayed her welcome billowing volumes
    of thick black smoke enough to make old scratch choke
    she's gone but not forgotten the crimes so true and rotten

    immortalized by hateful lies cruelly claiming your prize
    only fangs remain to claim some fame
    in the shape of wounds we can all recognize

    Look what you learned, the prizes you've earned.
    the angels are falling with wings bent and burned
    and you laughed in the shadows amused by this turn
    oblivious to the oncoming darkness and worms
    the slow creeping certainty of darkness and worms.

    Under the ground
    getting all over town
    it's 17 paces
    and its off to the races
    he's got beady rat eyes
    and he's prone to long chases
    when he seems disappeared
    he's most certainly near
    the presence conceals it
    you no sooner feel it
    curious, flirtingly
    than a cold pallid certainty
    the chill's overpowering
    at the icy deflowering

    of the

    dead hand
    dead hand
    clawing and gnawing
    your temperatures falling
    dead hand
    dead hand

    heave ho down we go
    i said heave ho and down we go
    into the tunnels
    and the black earth below
    cold dread tendrils
    invading each ventricle
    it's on every face
    we're all in the wrong place
    its the wrongest of times
    deeply steeped in the crime
    that's slowly unfolding
    in the serpentine hold

    of the

    dead hand
    dead hand
    clawing and gnawing
    your temperature's falling
    dead hand its the
    dead hand

    There's more but everything released after Innumerable Seeds is hard to find videos and especially lyrics of
  16. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    I can't believe how changing what address I put in means less handholding delivery people. Fucking google, come on. 1640 and 1620 (my building) are both part of the same complex, right across from each other. Google puts 1640 in the right place, but puts 1620 a half mile away the opposite direction (left turn to get to my apartment, right turn to get where Google says it is).

    They're literally RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER. I had to put in super specific directions and still got called 90% of the time to tell them where to go. I put the WRONG address in and haven't had a problem once.

    Except the stupid fucker I'm watching right now who apparently can't use a map even when it points in the right direction. Really wish my phone worked so I could tell him/get the calls he's probably sending.
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  17. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    Seriously this guy. THIS GUY. He's somehow on the opposite side of the building he's supposed to turn at?

    He's on the wrong street now?

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  18. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    Made a Ko-fi, since it's almost my birthday. This month things will be going toward cake and blarfday dinner. Most other months it'll go towards Cat Stuff and any unexpected expenses, like the microwave that just exploded.
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  19. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    Got into Marosia while waiting for my reactivation in Cantr and my character to be born in FTO.

    I love these sorts of games, they really flex my ability to build a character from scratch. Especially since Marosia allows you to randomly choose species and gender so you don't know what you're going to get!
  20. Lazarae

    Lazarae You won't be the death of me

    I really wish I had money for commissions right now. Maion is adorable and fae!Laverna is stinky.
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