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&. FILE 038 , — AKA. JAMES B. ; WEAVER.
“Oh you’re one of those types, okay.” Jem said rolling his eyes at them. “Whatever, I’ll find the answers eventually.”
❝ Sure, I think if you’re teacher was partly responsible for the death of almost every student here ? Good luck asking the right questions. Probably still won’t help since again, people here don’t trust anyone. You’d be smart to do the same. ❞
&. FILE 038 , — AKA. JAMES B. ; WEAVER.
“Being new, and knowing absolutely nobody is great and all, but everybody is acting slightly off since I got here.” Jem said coloring his tone with sarcasm. “What’s the deal around here?”
❝ I guess you could say some of us have ... trust issues. If you’re looking for honesty —– I regret inform you that you’ve come to the wrong place. ❞ They shrug nonchalantly at the boy.
I desire to speak somewhere without bounds.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via books-n-quotes)
&. FILE 037 , — AKA. DELILAH A. ; INVISIBLE GIRL.
Delilah stopped the other in the halls by placing a gentle hand on their shoulder. “Hey, did you drop this? I’ve been looking for the owner for two days now. Apparently no one’s reported a…” she counted the pages with a fingertip, also showing the other a glimpse of the notes taken. “Eight-page-filled notebook with masterfully crafted doodles.” She smiled at the other. “Like even if it’s just a few pages of notes, the owner might not be able to replace it, ya know? It’s now my duty to return it to them.“
❝ Woah... ❞ Is all they say in response as their eyes creep over the small drawings. The small scribbles might have seemed insignificant to most people, but in Adalinda’s mind the wheels had already started turning. This could mean that the owner of the notebook was someone who just couldn’t stay focused in class, their mind was often somewhere else and that lead to the pages full of doodles. And in those doodles said person’s subconscious might have emerged in the form of a small scribble here or there. There is value in everything. Everything was like a small artifact of human nature, a piece of history that showed the path of evolution homosapiens have been on for centuries.❝ It isn’t mine but whoever this notebook does belong to seems to be very talented. I can barely draw a basic flower on a stem. Maybe I can help you try and find them ? ❞
Victoria’s Secret - Very Sexy
&. FILE 025 , — AKA. ALIYA K. ; N/A.
DAYLIGHT POORS IN THROUGH THE WINDOWPANE. For the past few days Adalinda has found themself to be gravitating towards it more increasingly. In Holland the radiance of the sun was typically hard to come across. The thinnest ray of sunlight that broke through the thick clouds above were like testimates of UNIVERSAL DISCREPANCIES. While her skin does have a certain sensitivity towards ultraviolet light, something within her sings when it's rays graze across her skin. TRANQUILITY / PLACIDITY. Following the recent attacks on the school, the auras around the school were causing the balance between her powers to fluctuate slightly and Adalinda still found themself tied into their newly rhythmic lifestyle. Between the chapters worth of readings, power building combat classes and calculated friendships, it wasn't all that different from life at the castle. The only part of it they didn't hate yet would have had to be the reading. They're sitting out on the school's grassy lawn beneath the sun turning a page of an assigned book when they spot a familiar face standing near them and decide to take a break for a while. ❝ I'm finally free ! ❞ She cheers out joyfully in regards to her now sling-free arm. ❝ So how long do you think it'll take me before I cut off one of Professor Wilson's arms ? ❞
LAZARUS HAS GOT NO DIRT ON ME !
Oblivion approaches. Now I’m close enough, I open my arms.
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,” (via mirroir)
&. FILE 036 , — AKA. CLARICE F. ; BLINK.
She had been counting the days she had been locked up, watching the time tick by while she sat in one place, Unmoving and serene -at least from outward appearances-She would have teleported out of the room already if it weren’t for the power negator in the room holding her. She was truly trapped and at the school’s mercy. For now.
Because of how quiet it had been during her captivity here, Blink welcomed the sound of footsteps outside, the door swinging open to reveal someone eltering her cell. Maybe they had decided she was finally safe enough to be in a room with now. Hopefully they would let her out of here. But she doubted that woud be the case.
”Have you come to let me out, or are you here to taunt me?”
DISAPPOINTMENT WOULD HAVE BEEN AN UNDERSTATEMENT. And it’s in times like these when Adalinda remembers who sired her twenty one years ago. She can’t decipher if the red liquid coursing through her veins becomes replaced by a numbing ice, or a hell abided fire. The fact that mutants would betray their kin at the orders of some god damned idiot —– masquerading about as if he were something celestial. And for centuries people believed him ! She could have accepted if he called himself a king, but selling mutants the same propaganda humankind used to brainwash masses of people was a testament to just how malleable Apocalypse thought they all were. In the end he was proved right. Even mutantkind was not immune to the call of some longing for some divine being to sweep away all of their problems. Now, after his demise, his heard of sheep, of followers grow emboldened by what they think is vengeance, justice even. But you cannot expect a blind man to know all the shades that colour the world vivid. It’s like watching men fight over stale pieces of bread and makes their skin crawl. If anything, Charles Xavier was doing nothing but aiding the assailants. They had kept their end of the bargain. Promising to attack the school on their own turf, and still there were traitors funneled into unknown crevices, cloaked in cowardice while telling themselves they were followers of a revolutionary. She wants nothing more than to spit in the girl’s face, even that would have been a fate too kind for the likes of her. Children died, innocents. Ones who knew not even the real meaning of what a free life should have been granted to them from the very day they were born. The ruler in Adalinda sympathizes with them the most. There is still a young dead girl that lies rotting in the spaces between her ribs. Adalinda has not sympathy for her, but pity. The girl should have been ready for what was coming for her. She was well on her way to becoming heartless but should have been able to take hold who she was regardless of her parents death. The moth girl should have never seen the light of day. But the children at Xavier’s school were being betrayed by the ones who should have understood them the most. By the ones who should know that the future is MUTANT. ❝ I didn't think followers of En Sabah Nur would come to break so easily . . . ❞ They pause while circling the girl carefully. Right now she wants nothing more than to left her light rip holes of light through the girl's skin. To let her know of what torture means when it came to putting those around Adalinda in danger. Every oriface on her body would explode with light and even the girl's deafening screams would be swallowed into nothingness. No one in this school should ever be trusted no matter what value they may hold. And a world they all shared so whether they were looking to benefit some not yet existing empires or wanted to frolics in the trees looking for some sort of purpose, it wasn't going to matter unless these meaningless squabbles came to a ceasefire for the benefit of all mutants. ❝ How can you live with yourself knowing you have stolen from children what should be a life given right ? THEIR RIGHT TO CHOOSE A PATH FOR THEMSELVES. Were you so desperate for a place to belong that you sought out alliance with a band of delirious murders ? You stood aside while you and the other weak minded imbeciles choose to act out of trepidation and took to calling it courage. ❞ She's snarling by the time the last word slips through her teeth. Every bit of her raging and if she were her father, the walls of the room might have been licked with flames, but she's not.
Face me, my darling… and unleash the grace in your eyes.
Sappho, tr. by Michael R. Burch, from “Fragment 27,” (via writemeanna)
&. FILE 028 , — AKA. WADE W. ; DEADPOOL.
“But it is exactly how I prepare!” he replied with the same amount of enthusiasm that a dog shows when their owner arrives back at home. Wade trotted over to Adalinda to meet them in the middle and held out one of his swords for them to take. Of course he passed it to her while holding the blade part so they could grab the handle. Maybe he was considered a little off, but he wasn’t about to intentionally hurt a student, especially not one he considered super awesome. Though really anyone that showed him the slightest amount of interest was golden in his book. Wade laughed, “And who says I’m gonna let you chop off my arm? It takes too long to grow back!”
After they grabbed his other katana, Wade stepped back and held his sword out properly for once. “Okay, so just match my stance and be careful not to drop it. Have you ever fought with a sword before?”
❝ ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT I SHOULD GIVE UP ON MY ASPIRATIONS, MR.WILSON ? PACK MY BAGS AND GO BACK HOME. SAY GOODNIGHT TO MY ADOLESCENT DREAMS OF BECOMING AN X—MEN ? ❞ It's a playful banter they haven't quite come to experience. Sure they've shared sarcasm laced exchanges here and there, mostly with children as diplomats rarely allow words to carry such light weight. But if Adalinda didn't know any better, they'd think that sarcasm came to them just as easy as breathing did. Word play was a craft like the complex art of creating swords. And any form of dreams seemed to fall below her mindset, as when it came time for sleep, she wasn't greeted by sentimental dreams as much as it was instead, an altered state of reality. This in turn made her nightmares unusually much more violent when in comparison to everyone else. ❝ Doesn't really sound like the motivational speech most people would want to hear . . . ❞ They chirp back cheekily while carefully grabbing the katana from his hands. Though it wasn't often stories around the school circulated about the man's ability to regrow his extremities, Adalinda could hardly forget that in only just her first week of being at Xavier's, Wade's eye had been shot through his head by another student. From that point on it was a wonder to wait for what came next.
They being surveying the sword thoroughly making observations in the swords weight, and length. It feels heavier in their hand when holding it to comparison with any of the fencing swords they've ever used. During her time fencing, Adalinda came to favour the Epee over the Sabre and Foil. Usually the Epee was regarded as the heaviest of the three, but even then, an Epee was typically only about half the weight of a katana. They nod at his instruction before fixing their grip on the handle of the blade and moving their gaze to meet his. ❝ I have, but nothing like this before. But I've got a good teacher to aid me in this endeavour, yes ? ❞
XMTASK THREE, MOODBOARD —– BROTHER / PARALLEL / SOUL SHARER ❝ FOR YOU, I WOULD NOT LAY DOWN MY LIFE, IT WOULD BE TO SMALL IN EXCHANGE FOR ALL THE FRUITS YOU MAY BARE. FOR YOU I WOULD LAY WASTE TO ALL THAT STOOD IN YOUR WAY, CARVE A PATH FOR YOU IN THE SANDS OF TIME. AND PROPHECIES OF OUR ARRIVAL WOULD CAUSE CIVILIZATIONS TO QUIVER AT THE SOUND OF ONLY OUR NAMES — AS WE WOULD WEAVE THEM INTO THE VERY FABRICS OF TIME WITH NOTHING BUT THE FORCE OF OUR CELESTIAL FIBER. ❞ @orcxs
XMTASK THREE, MOODBOARD —– OBELUS AKA. ELIZA AMARIS ❛ ADALINDA ❜ DILS ❝ FIGHT EVERY BATTLE EVERYWHERE, ALWAYS, IN YOUR MIND. EVERYONE IS YOUR ENEMY, EVERYONE IS YOUR FRIEND. EVERY POSSIBLE SERIES OF EVENTS IS HAPPENING ALL AT ONCE. LIVE THAT WAY AND NOTHING WILL SURPRISE YOU. EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS WILL BE SOMETHING THAT YOU'VE SEEN BEFORE. ❞
In the dark I hear the ancestral music of the rain its ancient footfall its dissolving voice
Homero Arijdis
En la oscuridad oigo la música ancestral de la lluvia su paso antiguo su voz disuelta
(via pairedaeza)
this is the place where nightmares are made (from Eriadon)
DEATH DOES INDEED WORK IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS . . . They’re lying in bed just the same as the night they both came into the world. Just the same as when they were put together in an incubator after helplessly trying to assist a small baby Eriadon who laid unresponsive despite all the efforts of the frantic nurses and doctors in the room. And at the exact moment in which their then frail bodies touched, his heart finally started to beat. Adalinda spent weeks wondering how her parents felt in that moment after they told them the story. As they watched unable to do anything to save their child. Now she only vows to never experience the feeling, of being useless. But now they’re both curled up in bed facing one another, it’s the way they’ve fallen asleep since, well, ever. Because they always want to be the first and last things either of them sees before closing their eyes. For Adalinda it’s like looking into a mirror, one that she doesn’t hate looking into or want to shatter into a million pieces. Secretly relishing in the rare happenstances where she just so happens to either stay awake longer than him, or, wake up before him — though she’s now questioning if he really is asleep or just letting her enjoy the small little victory. Whether it’s in the darkness of night, or the sun rays spray across the walls, his features make him look so tranquil. Not the sort of peacefulness that depends on context of other forces, but just in BEING. But even she knows that could very well be an illusion in itself, because another secret she keeps guarded from him, and partly herself, is the fact that she worries about him. Not in being unsure if Eriadon is capable of handling themself. It is about what was done to them when they were younger. She would have taken all the maltreatment, all the slander, everthing that their father directed towards him. But would that be too soft of her ? Would that limit him in his own pursuits and belittle him ? They’re well aware of the extents their parents went through to shape them into the people they appear to be today, but every damn time she saw her father looming in tow behind Eriadon, the muscle beneath her cage of bones panged violently. ❛ Maybe it’s because he looks dead. ❜ She thinks lightly as sleep continues to work it’s way into her mind. It may sound rather morbid but, death had already woven itself so intricately into the history of their lives and history. Death was just another always occuring instance that typically stayed behind the curtain of life, but was inevitable nonetheless.
Adalinda narrowly manages to stifle the laughter pulling at her cheeks in response to his statement. His voice keeps calling her out of sleep’s siren song and her head is beginning to grow fuzzy with tiredness. ❝ WE DON’T SUBMIT TO TERROR, WE MAKE IT. ❞ She smiles as she flutters her heavy eyes shut, falling into the comfortable embrace of darkness.
✰ * º ❛ buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters ( part two ) ❜
( part of the youtube starter series )
‘ in their defense, it was christmas eve. ’ ‘ oh, so it’s fine if people die on christmas eve. ’ ‘ i’m not saying i’m condoning them for being seven hours late to a fire that was 2.5 miles away. ’ ‘ it’s just not– not great. ’ ‘ alright, i think we’ve solved it! it’s been fun! see you later! ’ ‘ i will set your house on fire and your children will die. ’ ‘ seems a little on-the-nose for me. ’ ‘ agree to agree. ’ ‘ what are we doing here? ’ ‘ ehh, there’s a lot of paperwork. ’ ‘ i think there’s some shady shit going on there, but that’s just my opinion. ’ ‘ i’m telling you, nobody knows how to do their job in this town. ’ ‘ so you’re telling me he screamed in your face that he’s gonna murder your family? sounds like a good dude to me. i don’t know what you’re talking about. ’ ‘ why is the minister telling rumors? ’ ‘ i think that’s the first time i’ve ever heard of a detective going missing. that’s like a fish drowning. ’ ‘ what a terrible thing to happen in such a beautiful place. ’ ‘ that’s a shark, baby. i know. i’ve seen jaws at least six time, that’s a shark. ’ ‘ heads up, this is about to get pretty brutal here, in this description. ’ ‘ no, this is bologna. i’m flip-flopping again. ’ ‘ that’s called not being thorough. ’ ‘ we’ve been over this before. the bear is the most deadly animal of all time. ’ ‘ a shark can definitely kill a bear, hands down, if you dropped a bear in the ocean. ’ ‘ a hippopotamus would kill a bear in a heartbeat. ’ ‘ did she have anything on under the trench coat? …that’s a weird question. never mind. ’ ‘ this sounds like a law & order interview. ’ ‘ yeah, that rings a bell or two. that shakes a tambourine. ’ ‘ what the fuck? no, shame on him. ’ ‘ it’s not even a good poem. it’s just weird. ’ ‘ this sounds like something a drunk man would say as he’s laying on the sidewalk, just babbling. ’ ‘ the shark is ten times less creepier than you. ’ ‘ that poem is unforgivable. ’ ‘ i feel like i need to take a bath in hand sanitizer. ’ ‘ what in the fuck is that? ’ ‘ ugh, fuck. i feel awful right now. ’ ‘ there’s no way in hell i’m gonna go there. ’ ‘ i’m surprised you’re conscious right now. ’ ‘ kind of looks like hell. ’ ‘ hey ghouls, the boys are here! ’ ‘ this is the place where nightmares are made. ’ ‘ it looks like one of the conjuring films. ’ ‘ i got a little spoiler for ya: everything in the building is gonna look like this. ’ ‘ yeah, yeah, that was a rough time in history. ’ ‘ i’m glad we’re done with that. that was– just everybody died. ’ ‘ it’s a ghost butt! ’ ‘ this is the biggest upset. i did not feel this coming. ’ ‘ this is like satan’s butthole. ’ ‘ what if you go fuck yourself. how about that? ’ ‘ i’m gonna imagine that place is the closest thing to hell. ’ ‘ how dare they dispose of my body?! they should leave it in the hallway to rot! ’ ‘ yeah, i got the chills even thinking about it. ’ ‘ look it up. it’s a thing on the internet. ’ ‘ they pushed the dog too?! ’ ‘ am i just freaking myself out again? ’ ‘ i’m gonna take everything said by a ghost hunter with a grain of salt. ’ ‘ oh my god, did your brain just explode? ’ ‘ am i a ghost hunter? i don’t wanna be a ghost hunter. this is all bullshit. oh no. do i have to put that on my business card now? son of a bitch. ’ ‘ let’s drop some sweet knowledge. ’ ‘ i’m already fed up with the folders, by the way. it looks too official, considering the nonsense that is within. ’ ‘ so, the aliens show up, show them pictures of helicopters, and fly away? ’ ‘ i can’t wait to see a post of the motion picture wedding crashers and, uh, well, some lava lamps. ’ ‘ wait, a funerary marker from 100 b.c. shows a woman presenting a laptop with usb ports?! how do they charge it? why are there usb ports on it if they don’t have thumbnail drives? what are they looking at on it? there’s no internet. do they have photoshop? ’ ‘ here’s a picture of you with three butt cheeks. ’ ‘ i’ve drawn it so it must be real! ’ ‘ you have nothing to say about any of that? ’ ‘ i will fight you tooth and nail when it comes to ghoulie ghosts, but aliens are a little more… probable. ’ ‘ no, you don’t win because i’m sure you have plenty of other stuff on here that’s very dumb. ’ ‘ i’m good, i’ll just sign up for karate or something. ’ ‘ wow, have you ‘signs’? ‘signs’, the motion picture that they made back in the day? they found aliens, it was crazy! they ruined a kids birthday party. ’ ‘ my big takeaway here is that art is not proof. ’ ‘ you’re telling me those architects used math?! knock me down with a feather. ’ ‘ can you imagine if you spent your entire life hauling around heavy stones to make the pyramids and someone was like, ‘no, they couldn’t have done it. you know what it must’ve been? space aliens. i seen ‘em.’ ’ ‘ no, they couldn’t have done it. you know what it must’ve been? space aliens. i seen ‘em. ’ ‘ well, facts don’t matter then. ’ ‘ if i’m building a giant, mighty, wondrous pyramid, i’m not gonna be like ‘hey, can you do some chiseling of the ramp? we really gotta show off this ramp. it’s a hell of a ramp.’ ’ ‘ are they written in alien language? ’ ‘ i don’t doubt that they were mathematically adept. ’ ‘ so, it was aliens? ’ ‘ so, it was aliens? they showed up, gave ‘em ipads, gave ‘em zune, built the pyramids, left, and that’s it, and they haven’t been back since. ’ ‘ i think they lied. i have yet to see compelling evidence. ’ ‘ go fuck yourself, have a nice day. ’ ‘ irrelevant. you’re irrelevant. ’ ‘ we don’t care about anyone who died. ’ ‘ we don’t care if he was famous. we treat everyone the same. ’ ‘ i think you should just never do that again. ’ ‘ if you’re saying that someone paid you a million dollars to kill someone, like wouldn’t you– wouldn’t there be some kind of receipt to say that? ’ ‘ quick thought: is it annoying that i always hold this pen like this? ’ ‘ i think your douche-meter’s usually at half mass, right now it’s through the roof. ’ ‘ oh, he ‘discovered’ it alright. just to be fair: fuck christopher columbus. ’ ‘ you’re saying this ocean’s full of ghosts? ’ ‘ what, are you taking notes over there? this isn’t a debate. ’ ‘ the titanic – she was a might one – and now she’s lying at the bottom. ’ ‘ i don’t know. ships sink, ya’know? ’ ‘ these don’t do much for me because planes crash, boats sink. a goose probably flew into the propeller and the plane just fucking nose-dived into the ocean! ’ ‘ so, what are you positing here? that it’s in an alternate dimension? ’ ‘ i’m gonna need some documentation on this. ’ ‘ you need some documentation?! look up the stories, i’m just sayin’! ’ ‘ i can’t believe you think this is not weird. ’ ‘ i can’t believe you don’t think that boats sink. ’ ‘ a theory says that those lost in the bermuda triangle are actually now residents of the legendary lost civilization of atlantis. ’ ‘ no– no th– no, they’re not. nope! ’ ‘ now all the frustration that i had in the first half of this is now equally composited on top of you. ’ ‘ are they breathing underwater?! ’ ‘ i can see your face and it’s just– it’s fuming. ’ ‘ this is absurd. ’ ‘ i think if there were a black hole anywhere near our solar system, everything would cease to exist. ’ ‘ we don’t know anything about black holes. ’ ‘ yes, we know a fair amount about black holes. black holes aren’t unicorns. ’ ‘ i think there’s a lot you don’t know. ’ ‘ oh, jesus christ… okay, tell me about… underwater area 51. ’ ‘ to be fair, i’m not trying anybody on a carnival cruise. ’ ‘ what happened to you on a carnival cruise? ’ ‘ i’ve never been on a carnival cruise and i will never go on one. ’ ‘ i assume they were drunk or high… probably just out of their minds. ’ ‘ this is photoshopped to high heaven. ’ ‘ that is so fake. i mean, look at it. ’ ‘ that is the shittiest footage i’ve ever seen. that is so fake. ’ ‘ i’m saying you don’t understand how black holes work. ’ ‘ i’ve got a better understanding than you do. ’ ‘ there’s other science we don’t know about. ’ ‘ that makes me sound like trump. ’ ‘ oh, you’re presenting alternative facts. ’ ‘ it’s too sad. let’s just talk about ghosts. ’
( videos: one, two, three, four, five )
