#arrrrghhhhh

[lily4731]

I saw it. I crossed the bridge. My brain was playing that epilogue. It was everything

[hexxkhux]

Me when I remember KHML gonna be another gacha game

[solaurous-aa]

@poswiecenia  said:   " my dear phainon .. this world can be cruel. filled with those who would tear it down , but it is also brimming with hope , take care of cyrene and yourself. protect the friends that you make .. and remember , there is nothing stronger than love. " hello have this for phainon from audata <3

the words resound in his mind ;  over & over again as memories collide                tearing him apart / reforging him countless times. the pain was unbearable. countless lifetimes flashing before his eyes, countless cries tearing from his throat. in reality it was  ONE  LIFETIME  replayed too many times to bear just by yourself. his heart was beating out of his chest as fingertips tear at his own chest. golden blood dripping as the man felt the weight of what's been his burden to carry, settle onto his back. the weight near crushing him. he saw them die. saw them smile. saw them cry. heard their last words. their last breathes   SO MANY TIMES             driving the kind man to near insanity as everything he's ever known was   SHATTERED  /  REARRANGED.    in the midst of it all, his mothers word.  clear, crystalline like the serene droplets of a pond bathed in moonlight as it   CUT  THROUGH  the searing agony.   he was khaslana.  he was phainon.  he was the deliverer, the one to be crushed / oppressed by the world's worries & burdens.   finally it all made sense. 

he was whole ;   nerves aflame from the torment as shallow breath falls from cracked / dry lips. there were so many  BURNING FLAMES  settled inside of him now. his arms quivering as the man sat back, sweat dripping from his forehead. her voice so soft, comforting almost as the dedication soothed the soreness & reawakened the heroic spirit he's always carried within   FROM THE  VERY  START.   cyrene.  oh, how could he have forgotten? he's always felt as if something was gone.  ( remember remember remember )    with a deep breath he did ;  their laughter clear as bells chiming.  the warmth was all consuming as golden flickers dance from fingertips. head lifting, phainon / khaslana stared at the broken sky of amphoreus &  LAUGHED.   sound haunted, hollow. 

❛            nothing stronger than . . love? ❜   the kid pauses, just for a moment as gem like azure's search mother's gaze. his hues were burning with determination, as arm moved upwards to thrust a fist towards the everblue sky above aedes elysiae with a  WIDE SMILE  on lips.  ❛          of course, i know, mama ! !   i'll make sure that nothing will   EVER  tear this world down. i will protect our home! i will protect my friends! cyrene and i will . .  ❜      he remembers her words, voice  KIND / POWERFUL  as her head had turned towards the young boy.  ❛           our story will be bright.  ❜    there was no doubt on khaslana / phainons mind that it would be. they'd always  FIGHT  for the future & the people close to them. it's what he wanted.  to fulfill everyone's dreams ;   afterall.

          ❛                  cyrene doesn't need me as much as we need her.  ❜   the young boy continues, a laugh erupting from him afterwards. it was true. she was a wildfire afterall ;   her determination  rivaling his   IN  PROTECTING   the golden fields of aedes elysiae.    ❛               don't worry. nothing will stop me from loving everyone.  afterall, it's what makes us strong together. dad always said that.   ❜  

a broken wretched sob followed after the laugh as golden veins decorate the aching body of the man who once has been this never wavering child. in a way he still was just that ;   a roar underneath the confines of his ribcage that finally broke free. standing with one  POWERFUL  PUSH,   white hair tinged by the golden shimmer erupting from hues, gaze flickers.  cyrene.  how long has she been waiting? how long has she been forgotten?  it felt as if fire filled his lungs as he breathed now                wishing to see his friends face. would she be there if this was over?     ' aibo, please. i believe in you. '   regretting nothing, khaslana / phainon grabbed his weapon with a strong grip. bitterness curling around a sharp & unforgiving smile full of teeth / anger. 

those who  DARED  to take their futures, their morning sun from them                        they will burn to ashes. nothing will remain. he'll protect everyone now. after so many fails. trying his best to  RETAIN  what makes him human.  every chrysos heirs face flash through his mind. every little detail, curve, crevices   REMEMBERED.   their voices like cinder as they kindle the flame ;   cyrene's touch a memory that was enough to set the warrior  ABLAZE                       the past will shape a future for all of them. it was the last dance. the story will hopefully become what they've dreamed about. bright. bringing a new sunrise.   never again would their journey seem futile.  never again would they  BLEED  GOLDEN  for nothing.  he'll say her name as soon as they'd be reunited.  one way or another. he was  YEARNING   to do so,  hear her reply after she has been lost. longing to embrace her. 

❛                i will, ma. hope will win. i will protect them & bring forth a new day.  ❜    his voice was raspy, but  STRONG - WILLED  as man's gaze burns holes into the    FALSE  SKY.      ❛              i'll take care of cyrene. you've adored her. so do i.  ❜     his first step hurt but khaslana / phainon pushed through, before long he was running.    he will never not love each chrysos heir in his own ways. his dear aibo as well. the emotions stronger than the pain ;      burning brighter than the cruelty he's had to witness & the agony he's carrying.    love was stronger than it all. his mother was right.   there will always be hope.    '  nanook.  '   sound remiscent of a predators snarl, man quickened his pace.   (    YOU  DAMN  FOOL                   I  WILL BRING  YOU  DESTRUCTION              THE  HOPE  WILL  DESTROY  YOU  )

[chronically-a-bacteriophage]

I often have to do literally nothing for days due to intense exhaustion but then it comes to the time that I want to be sleeping and I cannot sleep due to not doing anything.

[the-knife-consumer]

Best friends "forever" doomed by the narrative im going to become a cement brick

[felix-krain]

I love Sonic Frontiers guys!

[who-is-page]

I'm watching a bunch of 30+ old-guard alterhumans complain that the people younger than them either only contribute to the nonhumanity/alterhuman communities for the "clout" or because the person only "thinks" they're alterhuman but actually isn't. I want to bang my head against a wall, just, so badly.

That's exactly the sort of attitude that discourages and drives people away from contributing, because it simultaneously belittles the personal meaning behind the essays, art, etc. that people share--"you're only doing it for the likes"--as well as undermining the individual's belonging in alterhuman/nonhuman spaces and larger sense of community. It discourages collaborative efforts and encourages the vicious tearing-down of more uncommon or rare identities and experiences that used to be such a problem in the heyday of grilling.

There's literally no upside to spewing such a pessimistic and frankly bitter attitude. It's dismissive, it's rude, and it's notably coming from a group of people whose collective contributions I could probably count on one hand--which makes think, ironically, that this commentary isn't coming from a place of concern, and instead is just an attempt to deflect valid criticisms that people younger than them have said regarding their gatekeeping, holier-than-thou personas. It's so frustrating to see, especially given I just mentioned in my last essay how some older nonhumans and alterhumans stagnate, and refuse to learn anything new outside their own experiences, and then just stew in a pot of superiority and bitterness of their own making.

[broodygaming]

Oh my goodness, I’m devastated. Waiting till May? Tragedy tragedy. Wow. It’s okay. It’ll be worth it. Integrity of the product. Oh goodness FUCKING fuck. Friggin May.