Discussion in 'Your Bijou Blogette' started by Lazarae, Jan 10, 2019.
So elfy, fucked up, likely to throw the fucked-upness at you violently.
Sounds about right.
Aasimar warlock, fey Lord pact, because fuck expectations
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.
I CAN BUY REAL MEAT
Mm those some satisfying numbers
[yoink sound effect]
Make me make words
unspoken lav, regret ?
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.
demon lav - feathers
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?"
time loop lav, stitch
Spoiler: Oblique suicide mention, assorted other nasty stuff. Don't try this at home, kids
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.
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
than a cold pallid certainty
the chill's overpowering
at the icy deflowering
clawing and gnawing
your temperatures falling
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
clawing and gnawing
your temperature's falling
dead hand its the
There's more but everything released after Innumerable Seeds is hard to find videos and especially lyrics of
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.
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?
DUDE LOOK AT YOUR GODDAMN MAP
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.
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!
I really wish I had money for commissions right now. Maion is adorable and fae!Laverna is stinky.
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