The Serpentine Subject

"Look sharp, think fast, act smart. You don't need any more words to stay alive." M!A: None. OOC: [ ] [Profile credit to the lovely misterhiggsbury.tumblr.com!] [RP blog for my OC, Wisia. Can NSFW at times NSFW due to violence and sexual content. ]

[spearsandquestions]

Sunlight was a strange thing. No matter what happened below, it always shined down, bathing everything in its golden warmth. It did not care who were dead, or injured, or insulted. It was not picky in choosing the recipients of its gaze; its golden, warm smile glowed on everything, at times an immeasurable comfort, at other times, a rude laughter on the scene of misery.

To Wisia, however, sunlight could never be a disservice to her, especially when she was at peril. Fueled by the warmth, she could urge herself to keep going. Bruised skin and cracked ribs were not pain enough to drain her will. The despised numbness of the cold, however, were a different story.

She was grateful that she was not suffering from such numbness at this moment, as the whip-like movements of the slimy creature threatened to take off her skin again. Leaping backwards and lunging forth once more, her spear penetrated deep into the tentacle before she backed off again. The tentacle was a creature one needed speed and strategy with. It was too flexible and quick and dangerous to merely jump towards and slash mindlessly.

Jump forth, stab, leap back, wait until it attempted to hide back into the swamp, and jump forth again. It was a long, strenuous task, blood coming off in gentle drips from her ripped clothes, her silent attacks sometimes spiked with snarls and hisses. But she was more patient than her adversary was, and it was not long before it lay limp on the mud. Wisia did not waste any time; she waded close to the thing, snapped off the spiky end, and clambered out onto the earthy ground. She looked once at the new weapon she had acquired. It was a sticky, crude-looking thing, but was just as efficient a weapon as anything.

A sigh escaped through her nose as she gingerly sat down, a slight crease appearing between her eyebrows as the stinging pain started to return to its full. Her adrenaline high was slowly fading off.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking up at the sun, her cuts stinging from the mud, her heart still drumming in her ears, the sunlight washing her face as she looked up into the sky.

Just another day on the island.

[spearsandquestions]

She wrenched her arm out of the monster’s maw with all her might; an act of foolery, perhaps, due to the fact that several pieces of her was now left in the Terrorbeak’s maw. God, it hurt. She was quite certain that the creature’s teeth hadn’t harmed her arm bone, but a good portion of the skin was gone, and it burned, stung, felt as if she was not bitten only once, but was still being bitten, and repeatedly at that. Blood dribbled from her injury, staining her lab coat and jeans.

Her hearing was distorted and flashes of the awfully unforgettable place were flickering in her head. She knew this was not merely because of the blood loss. Wisia was slowly slipping into insanity…

Wisia snarled and bared her fangs, her eyes flashing, her hiss mounting another notch.

Becoming insane, not being able to control even her own body, her life at peril because of this stupid semitransparent monster – the looming possibility of meeting another monster, the particular monster that first claimed her life on this place –

The slashes and jabs with her spear became steadily more rapid as she lunged at the monster again and again, determined to kill it. How dare it tries and touches her. How dare it tries to make her remember…

[iwalkandtalk]

The Sewol Ferry Disaster in South Korea.

Please do not scroll past this. This is lengthy, but please take care to read it. Our government is lying to us and trying to shut up the efforts of the families of the missing who are trying to tell the truth.

1.There were constant miscommunications and false announcements in the process of the rescue mission.

On April 18th morning, there were reports on KBS that the mission team managed to enter the Sewol ferry, and that they were now in the dining room where many of the missing passengers were believed to be held.

(screencap of the KBS footage that was included in a report from Nyuseutapa(뉴스타파), a news report podcast.)

This was an official governmental report from the Central Disaster and Safety Management Ministry from the Safety Administration. However, there was another announcement an hour later from the Equipment and Technology minister of the maritime police, Myeong-seok Koh. The announcement was that the report was false. From about 11:30 a.m. to 15:30 p.m., different news websites made contrasting reports about the situation with some websites saying that the report was false and some saying that it was true. And at 15:30 p.m., there was another official announcement from the Central Disaster and Safety Management Ministry that the mission team had in fact failed to enter the ferry. It was later revealed that the maritime police’s position was that there was no confirmation whether the entering had succeeded or not, and yet the government decided to officially announce it without any solid information.

(There is a report about this which you can watch here.)

This is only one example of the constant false announcements from the government that were marked as official. At the initial stage of the disaster, the Central Disaster and Safety Management Ministry announced that 368 people had been rescued only to change it to 175 people. Even that number was later proved to be false when the father of one student searched literally everywhere - the Paengmok port (the port near to the site of the disaster), the hospital, even the sewers for his daughter. Only then was it confirmed that the announcement of 175 survivors was false and the daughter who had been on the rescued list was in fact one of the missing. Even when the government announced that there were 555 people, 121 helicopters and 69 ships working on the mission, that announcement was later confirmed to be false when the family of the missing saw that there were not even 200 people working on the mission. Also there were only 2 helicopters and 10 ships.

Even the report that a marine diver had lost his life on the search was later turned out to be untrue. The said marine had lost his life from falling while changing the light bulbs of one of the ships.

(One of the news outlets with the false report on the death of the marine.)

2. There is hardly anything being done on the rescue mission and the government announcements and the media reports are making it seem otherwise. During nighttime, star shells have to be used in order to continue the search and the government announced that they were doing so. However, when KBS was showing a footage of a star shell exploding and brightening the site of the disaster, (20:30 p.m.), civilian rescuers and two rescue teams were on standby because there were no star shells to work with. When the families of the missing requested for star shells to the person in charge, it took 20 minutes to get the permission for their use and 40 minutes for the plane they can use it with. 

Also, on the first night of the disaster, when the government had announced that the rescue mission was ongoing, the families of the missing borrowed a fishing boat and visited the site. According to the family member Joong-yeol Kim, there was not a single ship within 100m radius of the disaster site. Even when the family members approached right next to the ship, there was no rescue team or ship to stop them. 

(You can hear this interview here.)

And when president Geun-hye Park visited the site, the whole mission had to be paused for three hours for her visit.

3. The government is trying to stop the families of the missing from telling the truth. The families of the missing, angered by the constant false announcements and lack of control in resources decided to pay a protest visit the Cheongwadae (residential area of the president). It turned out that there were plain clothes policemen sent among them and they reported about this. Consequently, 10 police buses were sent and the police stopped the family members from advancing.

(Police members stopping the progress of the family members.)

TL;DR: The government is lying. They are saying they have concentrated huge amount of resources on the rescue mission and that they have made progress, but it is all a lie. IN FACT, THEY ARE ACTUALLY USING POLICE MEMBERS TO RESTRAIN THE FAMILY MEMBERS WHO ARE PROTESTING ABOUT THIS. THE FAMILY MEMBERS WHO HAVE POSSIBLY LOST THEIR CHILDREN, SISTERS, AND BROTHERS FOREVER ARE LITERALLY BEING STOPPED FROM TELLING THE PRESIDENT HOW LITTLE WORK IS ACTUALLY BEING DONE. PLEASE READ AND PLEASE SPREAD THIS.

[iwillchasemylight]

I know that this has nothing to do with my RPs but please, I beg my followers to read this and spread this.

[ds-wynne]

  [[Baka: Ahh, I see. If you need to chat about stuff, I’ve blown the dust off my skype =3 And no, don’t worry about blabbing. You’re talking to the Queen of Awkward Conversation XD University has been hell, the exams are horrible. Being a direct entry into 2nd year is cool and all, but I am a whole year behind everyone else >O<’

I’ve been using my free time to work on actual chapter fanfics, and am loving it. New muse and new storyline is exactly what I needed it seems =3]]

[spearsandquestions]

[Eeee exams are no fun D: Sometimes it can be, but that is when there isn’t a whole barrage of tests after tests that you have to give your mind to. There isn’t much that can ruin my mood more than studying without any proper breaks :< I do hope things will get better for you soon! Work makes rest enjoyable but it works the other way around as well.

I am glad that you are enjoying writing! :) Being creative on your free time really gives your mind a chance to work out. At least that’s what I think xD I am so happy to hear that you are happy with your new muse. I hope I get to know them someday! :) I also regained by interest in RPing by having a new muse, you see. He’s something entirely different from Wisia, very chatty and often timid xD ]

[ds-wynne]

[[Baka: I thought I would pop by and say hello. Although I ain’t on anymore, I miss folks T~T]]

[spearsandquestions]

[;afkjd;ajf;afja;jfa;fja;fja;jf;dajf;aj a;fj;ajfd;a hello friend awaaaauughghgghh I miss you too! :’(( ]

[ds-wynne]

[[Baka: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~! -proceeds to squeeze to death- How are you, hun?]]

[spearsandquestions]

[I'm doing all right for the most part ;v; <333 This blog has been getting dormant actually :< But not because I was busy... just some stupid insecurity problems >:( But I think I will get over it someday. Besides, I have not left the RP community... it is just that my main RP muse has changed.

Sorry for blabbing x'D much has been on my mind! But I've been doing good and I got to spend time with a lot of people that I love. I hope you have been doing okay too! Working hard is fine but I hope you're getting your rests and chance to relax. ]

[ds-wynne]

[[Baka: I thought I would pop by and say hello. Although I ain’t on anymore, I miss folks T~T]]

[spearsandquestions]

[;afkjd;ajf;afja;jfa;fja;fja;jf;dajf;aj a;fj;ajfd;a hello friend awaaaauughghgghh I miss you too! :'(( ]

[spearsandquestions]

OOC: Something that I needed to say now, or else I never would say it. And I think it better to say this now than later.

There has been much happening in my mind and I have not told you of them. I am sorry for having kept you in the dark about why I have not been coming to this blog, and why you have been seeing so very less of Wisia lately. I am sorry for not having said this sooner. I hope I have not hurt you all too much.

Also, be warned that this will be very, very long.

I have been feeling steadily less motivation to write as Wisia lately.

It is not that my experience with her has been unpleasant in any way. The Don’t Starve fandom was a wonderful, loving place to start my hobby as a roleplayer, and it still is. The old members of the fandom might have left, and we will always miss them. However, new people will come in, with their new ways of writing their muses, and with new styles and personalities and ideas. That is the way of any community. The people change, but the community itself lives and grows.

I have had many wonderful moments whilst having Wisia as a muse. There are fascinating people, both real and fictional, that I could meet thanks to her. I loved writing as her, and delving into her past, thoughts, relationships, and quirks. I loved the fact that she was my character, and that she had her own voice and actions that separated her from other people.

However, when I write as her now, almost all of the threads I write feel the same way; that I’m boring my partner and being a general nuisance. I am quite certain that this is my own insecurities at play and nothing else; I have heard nothing but good things when it comes to her and my threads. But I now feel disconnected than ever from Wisia’s mind, and I feel that I am constantly turning her into a Mary Sue or overly OOC. Logging onto this account has stopped giving me joy. At times, it feels almost like a chore.

I never see myself ever deleting this blog, nor this particular announcement I’m making means that from now on I shall never make posts as Wisia. I only mean to say that, at least for the foreseeable future, this blog will not be the one I spend most time on, or the one that I most love. Wisia will make her appearance now and then but not as much as she had done in the past. I sometimes think that there might come a time where I do not write as her at all. Sometimes I think it would be the opposite and Wisia will come back, more vibrant and active than she ever has been.

But for now, this blog will be close to inactive. I shall reply to the threads and I will maybe post some drabbles. I might even send asks. However, regular entries on this blog does not seem like it will happen.

I have actually been having the same problems with my Josiah blog as well, and was wondering if I would have to close him down too. But he has been getting much more activity than her, and although I keep thinking I am turning him into a Gary Stu and making him unlikeable, writing as him still gives me joy, and I still feel like I have a grasp on his personality. There are things I need to work on when it comes to making him more real and alive as a character, but I feel like I still have a chance to make attempts on it. I will certainly try and not let Josiah meet the same fate as Wisia. I love all the muses I have ever roleplayed as and I would have preferred if none of them had ever gone dormant (such as Morbi whom I have near given up at this point due to my failure to write her as a character with depth and being repetitive with my threads.)

I guess that the main problem that I have with myself is that I feel that I keep making OCs that are overly one-dimensional and just don’t seem like actual living people. I start to worry that the RPs involving my characters always follow the generally identical pattern once they are introduced to others. I can’t stop myself from thinking that I am boring my RP partners and replying my threads is a chore for them as well as for myself. I make OCs so often and with much love, but nowadays I have been feeling extremely doubtful of my own creativity. (which leads to another confession I will make here: the new blog for OC Easton Davis is a blog created by me. I have not told you that I was the mod for that blog because I had felt that would only lead to forcing people to RP with me not because they enjoyed the RPs, but because they knew me.)

Thank you for everyone who has ever followed this blog. Thank you for everyone who has ever seen Wisia as a character worth of your interest. Thank you for everyone who has ever thought my writing and my character as something that could bring you even a little amount of fun and entertainment.

I am sorry that I am making this announcement at all, and I shall miss the adventures and incidents Wisia has gone through, on the island or otherwise.

I love you all, and I hope there will be incalculable amount of happiness and fun in your life.

Good bye, and hello from the muse that will hopefully have more to offer than my first – 

[wendydemon-blog]

"Hey there, Wendy... Have you been doing alright?"

Hi Wisia! *Wendy smiled up at Wisia, dream catcher in her hands.* I’m okay.

[wendydemon-blog]

  Yeah, Raindrop. She’s staying in a shed at the clinic, because her mom left…*Wendy sunded sad for a moment at that last part before continuing.* I’m going to teach her to hunt when the weather gets warmer. 

[spearsandquestions]

It was strange how Wisia felt she understood when Wendy sounded unhappy mentioning a motherless kitten. It was probably because the kind of feeling she felt when she thought about Wendy’s past. “That’s a good idea. I could help, too. I think I did something like that before.” She said, thinking about the baby Wendell whom she raised with the dark monster of the island, Charlie. 

[wendydemon-blog]

*Wendy nodded.* I don’t hunt, but I know a lot about it from other animals… Don’t tell her her mom is gone. She still think she could come back.

[spearsandquestions]

Wisia gave Wendy a look that had more understanding than she let on through words. “I’ll remember not to. How old is she, anyway? She might not be able to eat meat if she’s too young.” 

[zig-the-dragon]

[zig-the-dragon]

  Nyte nodded and wondered how he ended up like this as well. He hadn’t run into any Greyfaces. Or at least he didn’t think he had. He didn’t eat anything or get into anything unusual. Still, he watched Wisia with curious eyes, wondering what she would think of to help or at least keep him around until it wore off.

[spearsandquestions]

Wisia herself did not find the fact that Nyte had just woken up in this state much reassuring; was there going to be a cure to this at all? But then, greyfaces were capable of much, and they could possibly curse someone they weren’t seeing face to face as well.

Whatever the cause of the situation was, this was no place to run around in an appearance that could not defend or hunt. “Nyte, I’m going to stay with you until you come back to normal. I know that you’re an amazing hunter and you’re one of the toughest out here, but that fox form isn’t going to help you much, believe me. We can stick together and hunt together.”

[wendydemon-blog]

"Hey there, Wendy... Have you been doing alright?"

Hi Wisia! *Wendy smiled up at Wisia, dream catcher in her hands.* I’m okay.

[wendydemon-blog]

  Yeah, Raindrop. She’s staying in a shed at the clinic, because her mom left…*Wendy sunded sad for a moment at that last part before continuing.* I’m going to teach her to hunt when the weather gets warmer. 

[spearsandquestions]

It was strange how Wisia felt she understood when Wendy sounded unhappy mentioning a motherless kitten. It was probably because the kind of feeling she felt when she thought about Wendy’s past. “That’s a good idea. I could help, too. I think I did something like that before.” She said, thinking about the baby Wendell whom she raised with the dark monster of the island, Charlie. 

[wendydemon-blog]

"Hey there, Wendy... Have you been doing alright?"

Hi Wisia! *Wendy smiled up at Wisia, dream catcher in her hands.* I’m okay.

[wendydemon-blog]

  *Wendy’s smile coming back ten fold.* Thank you, Wisia. *She hugged her again snuggling against her more.*

[spearsandquestions]

Wisia smiled back, returning the hug much more readily this time. Wendy had changed a lot, she thought. Maybe it had been the doctor, like what happened to Wisia herself. Or maybe she had just gotten close to the girl. “Hey, no need to thank me so much… it’s like you said, I don’t use the leather.” She remembered the fact that Wendy liked cats, and asked, still curious. “Have you met a new cat to be friends with, Wendy?”

[zig-the-dragon]

[zig-the-dragon]

Nyte whined happily at how quickly this was progressing and that, for him, meant that he woukd likely be returned to normal. When he was asked if he knew her, he nodded and kept the happiest of faces while his tail continued to wag.

[spearsandquestions]

Wisia’s eyes widened. “Okay… someone that knows me… That could be Whitney, Dr. Morrow, Wendy, or… ah.” Her face now wore a sympathetic grimace as she looked at Nyte. “Oh god, Nyte. This is not your luckiest day is it? Has anything tried to attack you so far?”

[zig-the-dragon]

When she said his name, he let out a delighted sigh and relaxed before giving her the best smile he could. After asking if he had been attacked, he shook his head.

[spearsandquestions]

Wisia gave him a slight smile at his response. “Well, I’m glad that you haven’t been in danger at least. Still, I wouldn’t like you being stuck like that and I’m sure you won’t too. I wonder how this happened all of a sudden? Did you just wake up like this?”

She secretly thought that it would be best if she could take Nyte to Dr. Morrow and let the man figure this situation out. But Nyte hated seeming weak in front of the doctor. Besides, if this were anon magic, there would be no other way to solve this than to just wait it out.

[spearsandquestions]

The Alleyway Snake (AU open RP)

[cirque-de-necro]

  He heard her, though she was very silent, but he didn’t react. His own curiosity peaking, who was following him, and why? He continued walking, unflinching and calm, his business suit looking almost out of place in somewhere like this, he did have somewhere to be, but being stopped wasn’t a problem, and somehow he didn’t think the person following him was interesting in mugging him. Finally he stopped, “I know you’re there” He said casually, “please, introduce yourself”

[spearsandquestions]

Wisia winced when she had been spotted. It seemed that this creature – for, she was most certain that he was not human – was just as keen when it came to sensing things as she was. Oh well… she had decided that she would risk being discovered when she decided to follow him.

She walked out of the shadows, standing in front of the stranger. She was not aiming her weapon towards the not-human, but she kept a firm hold on it nonetheless. She was ready to stand in an aggressive stance at the moment the stranger gave sign that he would attack her. “Hello there, mister.” She said, her voice casual. Showing fear to one whose powers she was unsure of was always an unwise move. “My name is Wisia… If what I call myself was what you were looking for. But then, names hardly are ever useful, are they?” Her eyes fixed on the other, she went on. “I am the one that the police are looking for so vigorously, if you were wondering.”

[spearsandquestions]

[cirque-de-necro]

  Cyrix watched her, sure that Vincent would be furious with him satisfying her Wolf needs, but somethings, the Doctor just didn’t know. Cyrix had dealt with Werewolves before, and the wolves that slaughter and kill humans, who lose their minds and control of the monster, are those who deny it, and fight the change. Eventually if Wisia went out enough, though it may take years, She could control it. Even avoid the change all together. Cyrix was feeling particularly helpful he supposed. And he felt he hand a long investment in the girl, he was trying to steal her soul.. Maybe he could offer a cure…

[spearsandquestions]

After eating its fill, the wolf came back to Cyrix, its great paws hardly making a sound as they padded across the ground. There still was the fierce gleam in its eyes, and its nose were sniffing, constantly searching for something to kill. However, the insane rage that was oozing from its being seemed to have lessened somehow. Despite keeping its killer instincts and intents, there now seemed to be some rationality in its mind as it stood at the demon’s side. It would have liked to go off on its own searching for prey, but it had submitted itself to the demon not too long ago, and disobeying him now would be a bad decision for the wolf.

[cirque-de-necro]

Expectations~

[cirque-de-necro]

  Cyrix steadied himself and turned to her, his eyes flashed to her spear, but not in fear, more in curiosity of why she’d have it. “Anything I can help you with?” he asked lightly. “I haven’t much time..” he’d come to the human world, to calm himself, but he still had a party in his own realm to attend. 

[spearsandquestions]

Yes, there definitely was something different with him. He seemed rather… distressed, polite, and troubled. Even his voice was significantly younger. But the smell and form told her that it was the same demon that she knew for a few months now.

The same demon, but with a younger body, and the subsequent imperfect memories.

“I wouldn’t keep you long,” She said, choosing her words carefully. “I wouldn’t want to cause you inconvenience. I was merely wondering… we have not met before, have we?”

[wendydemon-blog]

"Hey there, Wendy... Have you been doing alright?"

Hi Wisia! *Wendy smiled up at Wisia, dream catcher in her hands.* I’m okay.

[wendydemon-blog]

*Wendy seemed timid in asking, but Wisia said she could so.* .. I was wondering.. I know you hunt and I haven’t seen you use the leather.. so I was wondering if I may have some?

[spearsandquestions]

Wisia nodded, curious what Wendy will use the leather for but choosing not to ask. She indeed had a growing pile of animal skins kept on a spot of the island, away from the hungry maws of hungry hounds. Her practical nature had kept her from throwing away the spoils of her battles but she hardly ever had use for them. "But of course. I'll remember to bring some with me the next time I come back from the island."

[zig-the-dragon]

[zig-the-dragon]

Nyte whined happily at how quickly this was progressing and that, for him, meant that he woukd likely be returned to normal. When he was asked if he knew her, he nodded and kept the happiest of faces while his tail continued to wag.

[spearsandquestions]

Wisia’s eyes widened. “Okay… someone that knows me… That could be Whitney, Dr. Morrow, Wendy, or… ah.” Her face now wore a sympathetic grimace as she looked at Nyte. “Oh god, Nyte. This is not your luckiest day is it? Has anything tried to attack you so far?”