Phobius

✨New Internet person trying to write some stories that people will enjoy✨

[moth-in-a-hat]

Helllllllllp I’m new to Tumblr and trying to find some writing prompts or just some tips in general. I plan on doing some little short stories on here, but I’m blanking concepts, please help!

Sincerely yours moth in a cowboy hat

[velnna]

and remember

[cyberneurotism]

979 prototype for the Matra Electronic Directory Terminal or "Terminal Annuaire Électronique (TAE)"

[styllwaters]

INHERITOR

In the distant future humanity fights for powerful warring 'gods' in cyborg bodies called vessels. Dubbed Inheritors, these pilots are inexplicably bound to their mechs. --- Time to finally elaborate on my doomed mecha pilot headworld that has been occupying my brain for the past few months. Originally came up with these guys way back in Jan last year (what!!) and they've been through a lot of adjustments as I figured them out.

(The text is pretty small so if you don't wanna zoom in I've put the full transcript below the cut (minus the labels))

INTRODUCTION

Thousands of years into the future, in a decaying foreign universe, humans pilot biomechanical war machines known as vessels. Godlike beings command armies of pilots in an endless struggle for territory and resources.

The Gods once produced fully biological angels, but with their reservoirs becoming contaminated their bodies were emerging half-formed and mindless. Human pilots were implemented to operate the empty vessels - linked by mind and life force, these 'Inheritors' can control them as if they were their own bodies.

CHURCHES Each God reigns over their respective Church, enormous space stations which serve as their main base of operations. The Gods themselves are immobile, sealed deep within these structures in secure chambers.

HEVSPACE The Inheritor's universe. Though it bears many similarities to outer space, conceptually it is more akin to an ocean, saturated with invisible streams called hevcurrents which run at high speeds. The generators on their wings allow Inheritors to propel themselves through the void. The points of light are not stars, but 'splinters', scattered remnants of long-gone structures which have since eroded. These energy particles are small and bear some similarities to marine snow, though they become dangerous when swept into hevcurrent vortexes - colossal centrifuges which gather large amounts of splinters and spin them at incredible speeds, creating burning wheels of fire.

PILOTS

The active neural link between vessel and pilot is established when they connect the cord to their helmet. The only part of the vessel manually controlled by the pilot are the guns and tech systems. The rest is an extension of the pilots body - once linked, they can control it mentally. The passive link is always on in the background; pilots can sense minute changes in the vessel in their own body. They also experience any injuries to the vessel as intensely as if they themselves were injured.

The pilot is like a head connected to the rest of the body. One cannot survive without the other. Sigils All pilots are born with 'tattoos' which denote their Church and vessel type. These markings also act as RFID tags that store information about the pilot, as well as location and status.

DEVELOPMENT

Inheritor vessels are created in fabrication tanks. First the organic body is grown, encased in fluid and equipped with life support systems. Once it has finished maturing it is outfitted with engines, guns and final stage cybernetics. Until it is ready, cadets pilot disposable training vessels.

Every pilot is born via controlled external fertilisation, and develop in artificial wombs called pods. From the moment they are conceived they are tied to a vessel.

VESSEL TYPES Vessels are divided into four main categories, each specialised for certain tasks. A pilot's role in the army is determined by their classification.

Standard The vast majority of Inheritor armies are comprised of standard-class vessels. Built for sustained aerial combat but highly versatile.

Scout Scout-class vessels are optimised for stealth and speed. Usually deployed for reconnaissance and special operations.

Surgeon The smallest frametype, medic-class vessels have no guns but are equipped with tools essential for mechanical repair and magnets to latch onto other vessels.

The class symbol on their tail flukes mark them as noncombatants.

Heavy infantry Heavy-class vessels are flightless and specialise in terrain-based combat. Large and sturdy, they are able to withstand more hits.

[moth-in-a-hat]

Remember kids be crime do evil but not corporate that’s just bad

[feefal]

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[feefal]

[z3llous]

misplaced golbo

[moth-in-a-hat]

Volvo

[moth-in-a-hat]

As I gaze upon you I see you unchanged same as you ever were but different again all the same your warm smile, having run cold wreathed in sorrow and weakness Your regret as clear in your hands as my own Hate

Your voice smooth as silver and sweet as honey dripping with love enough to drown. Vile, Weak

and whatever I am with you now I sense fear a luxury you cannot afford you are not the person I made you to be you are ever still the form that failed me Worthless, Pathetic, A Nothing

and I know that as your memory of who I was fades you suffer and that alone is enough to sustain me

Because you upon me nothing more than a blight a failure a mistake a parasite a cancer

[moth-in-a-hat]

Hey, what are some good thoughts for beginners? I’ve never had one before and I’m starting to feel like I should try it out

[moth-in-a-hat]

[moth-in-a-hat]

Leprechaun: so you have captured me mortal

Human:Slow blink

Leprechaun: well know this mortal, though you have my pot of gold. I will be free eventually I have witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations I have devoured the flesh and bones of those who dare to oppose me upon this mortal plane

Human:Hmmmm

Leprechaun: soon the skies will align, and I will be free from my prison of flesh and devour the souls of my victims as well, and soon thereafter, the very so-called Gods you worship AND YOU WILL KNOW TRUE FREA-

Human: I wish that you would do the Macarena

Leprechaun: what? Seriously out of all the things um really? *human used confusion. It was very effective.*

[moth-in-a-hat]

When I gaze upon you, I cannot recognize you anymore. Your sparkling eyes have sunken in, filled with madness. Your once beautiful smile has curled downwards, burdened by sadness.

Your soft voice is now harsh, coarse, and filled with anger. Whenever I am with you now, there is a sense of danger. You are not the person you wanted to be. Not the person I had hoped you were. And now, slowly, the memory of you is becoming a blur please my darling forgive me for what I do

[moth-in-a-hat]

IM BACK

And you’re never getting rid of me!

[moth-in-a-hat]

Hey, I just wanted to warn folks. I’m gonna disappear for a couple of days I’m.. not jailbreaking my phone and I won’t be doing this for the security of some passwords while I check some things

[moth-in-a-hat]

Not to look,

Kept blinds closed;

Weeping, in bed,

"I'll lose my sight"—

Four-times,

If four-times eclipses seen;

Paints, canvases,

Myriad of sketches strewn—

Artist, cowered under bed covers

In fervid panic;

Heat swelled

In the rented room;

Westerly Sun burning,

Until an eclipse (partial)—

Shade, but no eye-wear,

"I'll lose my sight"—

Feeling,

the heat wane;

Feeling,

the heat die—

Darker

Darker,

(darker),

Circadian rhythm changed;

Tempted

Tempted

(still),

Tried I—

To turn away;

Held phone

To the window—

Pictures, videos,

Documenting the change in beat;

Shadows; quake, shiver,

As eclipse (partial) approached—

And even so, "satisfied", with documentation…

…a world holding its breath,

Tempted, I— by the record,

"I'll lose my sight"…

Crying,

Sobbing,

(asking) for forgiveness,

I viewed the sky—

…it's dark; I've gone blind

there's a permanent eclipse in my eye—

[convelocity]

It's Tara. Of Waterdeep.

[moth-in-a-hat]

Ohhh Big stretch!

[moth-in-a-hat]

yo momma so fat, when she wanted a hot meal, she ate the sun! but never sated, she now stalks this dark earth in search of another flame...

[a terrible keen rips through the night]

silence! she approaches. douse that fire quick and we may yet live! Also your dad is also pretty fat