THE IRON MAIDEN

[IND.] [MULTIVERSE] [SEMI-SELECTIVE] [OC-RP] [18+] [CANON-DIVERGENT] A smart woman with a bad head on her shoulders. What's the good of science if we don't use what we learn!?

[tacetnix]

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[yellowfingcr]

When it comes to comforting... I suppose I'm Team [ Well that sucks. What did you do about something like that? Have you resolved these feelings that gnaw upon you, or do they continue to wriggle and writhe beneath your skin? ]

[ Do you need a de-worming bath? For hypothetical and emotional worms like these ones it is more or less a regular bath, but applied with a companion's gentle touch and care. ]

-- Distant and scarce but ever yours, @tacetnix

"It's a good team to be part of! I'm never declining a good well that sucks. If that sentence gets out of you it probably did suck."

"But the rest... oh, you know the rest! Most likely answers are, no I didn't do anything about it, I buried it unenclosed under my heart and now it's spread everywhere like glass powder in my bloodstream and eating me alive, bit by bit, I can feel infinite minute not expendible parts of me going missing, and it writhes, and it burns, and it hurts, and it hurts, and it really does suck. But I love the worms! I often don't need an emotional bath. I love the fact that they're mine and that it's me they're feeding upon. I like the hurt. It does not feel like anything but itself but it's not bad, you know? Sometimes you want this. You really want to be devoured by it. It's all yours. Breathlessly yours. Armfuls of yourself perforated by it like red wet moth-eaten clothing and slowly dripping, shredding further. But you know you can take it. And if you can take it it's yours. It's not bad. It's really not. And it's mine. It's alright. I'm alright. I promise!"

"I'm not saying no to careful touch, though... you have very delicate lovely hands!"

[tacetnix]

---- "You- always determine the fastest way to say the most concerning things. I quite love that about you, in fact. Every time I see your brilliant and smiling face, I somehow learn new and intriguing ways that I can be taken unawares. Each day is a new exploration into concepts arranged in matrices made to turn spoken words into unspoken worries."

She speaks quietly, voice hoarse, yet trained not to strain as little as she can manage. And within that range, honed from decades of living and communicating with human beings, Mary finds herself making room to uptick a fraction of her pitch upwards. A show of concern, in her voice.

"So I shall do you the favor of nodding along, charting your words in my books, and musing on the strings of your abstract innards when I have nothing better to do but wait. For this is what a companion is for, no? Massaging the worm-eaten-yet-standing cadavers in the shapes of their friends and loved ones. Truly, only in Yharnam do we have such pleasantry."

---- A pause. A beat. A moment. "You're not just saying that you love the worms as a backwards-way of turning your own suffering into a positive light, yes? If you love the worms for what they do that is - well. Your choice is all that matters in the end. Let us work these shoulder blades; tense, tense... Lest I help you shed what remains of the woman I know, and you become something wholly new. Would you like me to make friends with your worms, if they are all that remains of my dear Heysel? I would attempt to reconcile this, if it be your wish."

[achillesinhighheels]

[tacetnix]

wow look at this babe

---- What is it that we are looking at? Is there a babe we're looking at? Am I the babe in question? Or have I been referred to as 'babe'?

So many questions.........

[010101]

PROVING THAT OUR REACH DOES NOT EXCEED OUR GRASP

[teaboot]

People with 3D printers who make prosthetic fingers and limbs at home are about to come out with some truly wild DUNE ass shit

[amnhnyc]

This cute little critter isn’t AI-generated. Meet the hairy horned dorid (Acanthodoris atrogriseata.). Found in intertidal habitats in the Northern Pacific, including Washington state’s Puget Sound, this species grows about 1.1 in (2.7 cm) long. The hairy horned dorid is a nudibranch—and it’s just one of the more than 2,000 known species of these soft-bodied marine molluscs!

Photo: Paul Norwood, CC BY-NC 4.0, iNaturalist

[mistressaccost]

genuinely do NOT want the world to see me because i don’t think that they’d understand

[arcadebroke]

巽

[qwi13]

Armored Trooper Votoms

惑星サンサ

[vitorofthescaleless]

"So, perhaps it was anxiety as to how he lost them. What else... maybe... he... misplaced them?"

He draws a rough sketch of a dragon shrugging with several question marks around its head.

[tacetnix]

She is quiet for some time. Eventually, her hand raises above her head. Her voice comes out quiet and hoarse from beneath the woman's brimmed hat.

"If they were simply lost from the drag of flight, then depending on altitude they could just be dropped along the travel path, never to be seen or noticed. Could have been scratched if they cause itchiness, or just molted and didn't grow back..?"

[vitorofthescaleless]

May the forum open. Wrong answers only for how Seath the Scaleless lost his scales.

First Proposal: Anxiety.

"I would accept a fair number of my late liege's afflictions were in fact rooted IN anxiety, but I do not believe his scaleless status was caused by it. Unless... he was anxious about something and suffered dragon pattern... scalelessness..."

He turns around and places a pin in a cork board under a card labeled 'anxiety'.

"It shall be considered."

[tacetnix]

The Sorcerer holds up a spool of string dyed a vibrant red. She is ready to begin aiding in the scalelessness conspiracy board.

[kirokazepixel]

Pilot Link

[tacetnix]

---- [ I've been thinking, for a time. ] [ About the 'Cost of Kindness'. Where a small kindness given to one individual can ripple out, sometimes imparting a much greater negative impact on the world around you. ]

[ I'm probably a broken record with my road analogies at this rate, but imagine someone is turning onto a main road from a side one. You slow down to let them in. A kindness for someone who has been waiting as long as you've seen them. ]

[ But you have bludgeoned this opportunity for them into existence, with however many people behind you suddenly needing to adjust and slow down, coming to a stop to also allow this person in. For one person's kindness, you have afflicted the travel of "x" amount of people behind you. Who may react to your impetus in unpredictable ways. Lane changes, shifts to flow around you, the target of your kindness not immediately realizing your intentions. ]

---- [ It's tiring, considering the entire scope of the impact of your actions. But I think it's our due diligence to be mindful of everyone we impact. The cost of equity, of course, is worth the price of minor inconvenience to the able-bodied. Ensuring a 'fair playing field' for all is worth the 'hindrance' given to those who previously benefited. I speak more to the idea of releasing a wounded creature that turns out to be an invasive species, threatening an ecosystem that was never prepared for it. The Cost of your Kindness. A reminder that few things are explicitly morally black or white. ]

[tacetnix]

Which Rare Human Emotion Are You?

Tagged by the ever-lovely @yellowfingcr (I'm getting through the backlog, sorry!!)

=> E X U L A N S I S

This is what you feel when you are on the verge of giving up while trying to tell your story to an audience who seem unable to relate to it.

You have spent a lot of time trying to change yourself so they will hear you. Have faith that one day you will find the people that lift you up, and want nothing more than to hear your stories.

Second Tags, same as the first~ @flameleads, @theblackwarden, @derjaegermond, @vitorofthescaleless, and YOU!!!

[tacetnix]

What are you seeking?

Tagged by the ever-wonderful @yellowfingcr

=> P E A C E

"I survived because the fire in me burned brighter than the fire around me." // Oh, little soldier, how long have you been at war with yourself? How much of yourself have you lost to the fire that's made its home in your heart? Oh, but who can blame you? For as long as you can remember, you've had to face the world alone. All bared teeth and bloody knuckles. You learned young the only person you could rely on was yourself, didn't you? Learned that the others would leave you to the wolves?

And so you learned how to fight, how to stand tall even if you stood alone, how to shed the softness that wounded you before. But that isn't very sustainable, is it?

The embers you swallowed, the fire you cloaked yourself in, it doesn't just burn the world around you. You have watched piece after piece of you go up in smoke: your hope, your smile, your mercy.

What you seek is an end to the seemingly endless burning. And, little phoenix, you deserve it. Please, breathe out. Lean on me. The world isn't as cruel as you've made it out to be: it is okay to stop fighting. It is okay to let go of that anger. There is so much more to you, so much more that you have.

The serenity you seek can be granted, but only once you are willing to work on letting go of the hate you've harbored for so long now.

Tagging: @derjaegermond, @flameleads, @theblackwarden, @vitorofthescaleless, and you!

[yellowfingcr]

"Every time we mention changes in ourselves- ourselves being us, the hunters, the sacred blood-bearers- understandably we tend to go towards the scabrous, because it's funnier. Who doesn't like a good mention of carnal hunger. Who doesn't like talking about the shame and the freedom of realizing that you've slipped more comfortably into that facet of your life, like in warm water. I sure do."

"However, I have yet to hear if someone among us has been affected in the sort of way that has you go into hibernation."

[tacetnix]

---- The less the Prospector says about losing weeks due to sleeping in, the better. Mary refuses to mention that her propensity for disappearing from camps overnight was in reality her being left behind after finding a cozy dark alcove away from the snoring... and therefore not being available to be woken up.

You don't survive in the crypts by expending all your energy... You save as much of it as you can.

...like a cat.

[tacetnix]

Pretty flowers for the pretty lady! 🌸🌹🌼🌻🌷🌼🌹🌺🌹🌸🌷🌼🌻🌸🌹🌼🌻🌷🌼🌹🌹🌸🌷🌺🌼🌻🌺🌺🌹🌹🌸🌷🌺🌼

---- You've stunned her! there's a lot of flowers here!! She's going to be spending a few hours today. Time to be spent 1- Going to the library 2- Grabbing a book on flowers 3- Returning from the library 4- Going over each and every flower in this assortment 5- Thinking far too much if there's a rhyme nor reason or code built into this bouquet that she's supposed to be aware of.

What if they were trying to tell her that they think she's a worthy foe and target of their justified hatred, only to have undertones of romantic intention beneath said justification and purpose!?

WHAT IF!??