no gods, no masters. @oniare - Tumblr Blog

one - liner starter call.

#: / / ♢｡ —— ooc‚ the dead mall enthusiast.

@lambbled asked: a person is only alive as long as they feel pain.

❛ that thinly veiled opinion is an excuse, ❜ it’s probably not a good start to blurt that out, but otsi’tsa grant has never had tact on her side. she’s a blunt as a warclub, and as stubborn as an ox. there’s not look of pity, but that doesn’t mean she’s not empathetic. she’s heard that mindset vocalized far too many times to give into it though, and that’s it. in her way, the brash hacker believes she’s helping. ❛ pain as a measuring stick is probably the stupidest thing i’ve heard. it’s not the end all be all, and people who think that more often than not are either masochistic self-victimisers, or people who have learned learned helplessness. either way, you clearly need to get out of whatever situation you’re in if that’s your measurement of being alive. ❜

#lambbled #: / / ♢｡ —— asks‚ there’s no bottom to your reality.

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book meme :// pathologic 2 by ice pick lodge ( lightly edited to fit structure; change pronouns as necessary. )

it might take time to figure out what is happening. but it will all start coming together soon.

you think escaping one’s fate is as easy as fleeing one’s purpose.

in any case, it’s nice to be home.

a coffin is the best means of transportation in the world. it can get you to unimaginable places.

truth does not do as much good in the world as its counterfeits do evil.

i’m no positivist. there are things in this world beyond our mundane perception.

hope springs eternal. but the water runs through your fingers.

i’m the only one alive in this town.

you know… all saints and magi alike… they only speak of love. love and patience are our most precious gifts.

my heart aches like it’s been pierced with a blunt needle.

you’re so good, but there’s so little of you left.

the left hand doesn’t know what the right’s up to. and the right doesn’t know the left’s secrets.

i love you all the same.

the soul is weaker than flesh. it snaps like a matchstick.

there isn’t a single boundary i haven’t broken. i’ve done everything i’ve ever wanted to.

i’m overflowing with soul. i have enough to share.

sometimes i wonder what is beyond wonders.

tell me what you want and i will tell you who you are.

there’ll never be another thing like it.

everything good comes in glasses.

life is a night at the bar. all the wisdom you gain, you pay for in pain.

i’ve heard of this “love” thing, all right. never seen it, though.

if only i could live a year longer – a whole, endless year.

i haven’t slept for three days straight. i don’t think i have another one in me.

do you even know yourself?

sometimes i imagine that everything is imagination.

it’s all too easy to unravel into shreds and patches.

i value whispers, waysides, and west winds.

in a quiet house, you can hear the rats in the walls.

i was broken upon the wheel of fortune in a dream.

i keep my world safe.

being stubborn is not the same as being strong.

when i secluded myself in silence, the world around me got louder.

whose problem have we become?

blood is compulsory.

a person is only alive as long as they feel pain.

i’ll never forget you.

all i need is to avoid distraction.

dying just to escape fate. stupid. boring.

it’s the theater of cruelty.

what was the purpose of my life?

#: / / ♢｡ —— memes‚ it’s all just fun and games.

@psychexch asked: “sometimes i feel like i’ll never have it together.”

❛ do you really think anyone ever does? ❜ the tone of the hacker reads rhetorical, but anyone who’s known her for more than a millisecond knows that’s just her speech pattern. no inflection, no perk --- no bullshit. she hadn’t expected elliot to take an invitation for shitty pizza and fire escape chatter, but here they were sharing a joint as the world continued spinning. for a moment she thinks back to trauma and how it stunts growth. when you look at cycles of addiction, when someone picks up said addiction, they tend to mentally regress easily back to that mental stage in their lives. she wonders if trauma works in similar fashion. if some part of you is perpetually stunted, fumbling in the dark for some modicum of an idea of what to do. she smiles slightly, glancing to his form and a faint laugh slips out. ❛ i think that’s the secret to life, no one has it together --- you can code a computer, you can similarly code your life but it’s never going to work like a computer which is why it’s real. uh, shit what’s that thing ---- kobayashi maru; from star trek. ❜ she pauses, ❛ don’t look at me weird, it’s a thing; you can do everything right, have everything together the way you want it; and it still won’t work out. and that’s okay. ❜

#psychexch #: / / ♢｡ —— asks‚ there’s no bottom to your reality.

wickedlymeme

“I wish it could always be like this.”

“You’re always there for me.”

“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”

“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.”

“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”

“I like it when the worlds quiet.”

“There’s a place for us somewhere.”

“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”

“Your hearts beating so fast.”

“They don’t know what they want.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”

“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I miss the old you.”

“Nostalgias a trap.”

“Aliens are out there.”

“Did you hear that?”

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”

“What time is it?”

“But why would they abduct cows?”

“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.”

“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”

“What do you believe in?”

“What happens after we die?”

“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?”

“And what’s your excuse?”

“You’ll get it together soon.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”

“You keep quiet and we both lose.”

“I wish I could save this forever.”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?”

“The rooms spinning.”

“I loved you long before you knew.”

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

“The Universe is too big for that.”

“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?”

“I’d come back to haunt you.”

“Would you come back to haunt me?”

“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?”

“I wish we knew each other sooner.”

“You’re a game changer.”

“I’m a game changer.”

“Don’t ignore fate.”

“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”

“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”

“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.”

#: / / ♢｡ —— memes‚ it’s all just fun and games.

especially

#: / / ♢｡ —— aes‚ young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory.#give otsi soft things.

he’s as chaotic as they come, and his footsteps are heavy. the hacker can tell when he’s in the space; this empty warehouse that had been bought under a fake name. her hideaway from it all. a maker-space of her own design. similarly, hard music plays but not at a loud enough volume to make this place noticeable; that’s the opposite of what otsi’tsa grant was going for. eyes glance upward for a moment, before looking back down at her computer. ❛ wrench, what’s up? ❜ / / @eyemoticons --- sc.

#eyemoticons #: / / ♢｡ —— 001‚ transcendent fear in the twenty-first century.

i would like to call out @initcne for making me read warm bodies and singlehandedly throwing me back into my love for zombies.

#: / / ♢｡ —— ooc‚ the dead mall enthusiast.

is this where it all ends? a hacker knows how to pick their battles, sure as the sun will rise and set, but perhaps she made enemies of the wrong person. or her notoriety caught up to her, either way she’s facing down the barrel of what she only assumes is annihilation. she had enough currency to get her out of here, but it’s a moot point when you’re cornered in this little warehouse with a blaster and a warclub on your person. her eyes narrow, she can’t make out the shape of them in the darkness but she calls out all the same. ❛ what d’ya want, then? i ain’t got nothin’ for ya, nothin’ good anyways. ❜ / / @dhacay --- sc.

#dhacay #: / / ♢｡ —— 002‚ rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you.

otsi’tsa grant doesn’t like asking for help, but she knows damn well there are somethings you can’t do on your own. she’s not too prideful, but she doesn’t trust either one of the alderson siblings completely. isn’t that how people like them run? constant suspicion, if not outright paranoia --- it’s what keeps them alive. this meeting place isn’t her choice, in fact she hated coney island. it was too tacky for her likes. she preferred the abandoned malls and shopping centers; the decaying edifices of capitalism. ❛ how’s your brother doing? ❜ it’s not her business, but it’s polite conversation and she does care even if she doesn’t always know how to express it. ❛ i’ll cut through the bullshit, i need help and consider what you were able to accomplish, you seem like the right person for it. feel like fucking over another corporation? ❜ / / @initcne --- sc.

#initcne #: / / ♢｡ —— 001‚ transcendent fear in the twenty-first century.

there’s a bit that otsi’tsa knows, but it’s not enough to tell ninety-nine anything she doesn’t already know. there is no ‘gotcha’ moment here, only a narrative that the hacker sees parts of. anger flares up, but it’s swallowed down with a quickness; she knows better than to risk a hand with a stranger, especially an augmented one at that. she’s at a disadvantage, but at this point it seems to be her calling card. a heavy sigh slips from her lips as she looks through the information given. fire escapes aren’t an ideal place for her to meet someone, but they have common enemies. which makes them circumstantial allies. ❛ so why do you need me? you have the tech to go after them on your own. ❜ / / @rootkill --- sc.

#rootkill #: / / ♢｡ —— 001‚ transcendent fear in the twenty-first century.