#baal-pit

[butch-king-frankenstein]

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take good care of her...

[heedra]

@baal-pit replied to your post: Enid: 20, 14 (not counting LeBron)

The absolute cultural capital of being in charge of the anime club…her power….

it’s important to note that 1. Coral is Enid’s crush but Enid doesn’t know she has a crush yet 2. Coral is not actually in charge of anime club, she’s just a member, but Enid keeps forgetting this when corrected in favor of being like “wow...president of anime club...she’s so cool”

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

baal-pit replied to your post: i really wanna develop like a hilbert space of...

Diegetic or exegetic elements?

ok wait i didnt mean it like that but thats extremely interesting but also also thats just chuubos

[azzandra]

baal-pit

  Honestly, if you’re going to have an autumn-themed...

Gee Elsa how come Disney lets you have THREE girlfriends

Gotta make up for lost time.

Sapphic energy accelerates

[byssal]

baal-pit replied to your post “i think i want to give her ride, and maybe a magical ox familiar to do...”

Would that not make the ox like a distant cousin

baal-pit replied to your post “i think i want to give her ride, and maybe a magical ox familiar to do...”

A talking ox who's also related to you and also also your employee is an extremely funny NPC concept

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jadehand]

baal-pit replied to your post “this is severin titov”

Tube Boy

having a shape is for people who are real

[worldhammerer-old]

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Itzagrammon was a city once, and then, for a long time, it was simply a collection of very regularly shaped rocks and evenly spaced trees on an island just off shore. Now, as humanity is finding its feet again and recovering from the Argument of Finality, they have seen fit to make it a city once more. It is strange, sometimes. When men cross the town squares tiled with onyx, they think of the times when other people crossed those same squares, wearing clothes that would seem strange today and speaking languages that will not be heard again. When women gather on the flint-nodule beaches and prepare their canoes to fatally wound a whale so that they can bring its carcass back for consumption, they cannot help but think of other women who must have done the same long ago. It is not like being in other cities, although there as here you live surrounded by marks left by people long-dead who you will never know. It is not the same.

[glitchlight]

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a city of illusions, one which exists only in the spaces between spaces, the wafer thin slice separating the lcd pixels and the sapphire glass, the division of night and day, in the spaces of every grain of sand and the falling waves. it’s not like human cities, because it is everywhere and always, but nowhere and never. which makes mass transit easy and a nightmare, simultaneously. 

it’s called many names, the color of a soap bubble, or the antithesis of rain, but you could just call it mirror, since its as good as any other name. people there are people, like us, but unlike us, they are not entirely real. they are an entanglement of potentials, that which exists and which will never, a superposition of false and true, and some of them are jerks, and some of them are nice, just like all people. 

the people who live in mirror work with undefinitions, abandoned projects, lost potential, the words that die on your lips. Countless sonnets and spires exist between the filaments in your eyes, words and worlds that are infinite and everywhere. 

they flock to some with turmoil, with changing potential in their mind, emotional chaos like a crashing storm, turning cresting waves into a maelstrom of emotion, and harvest the ideas and pain that results. a gallery of gruesomeness, a thousand deaths and swears on display. it’s pretty derivative though. 

when the people die, it is a cessation of nothing, which could be said to be the beginning of something, but that sort of double negative thinking is exactly the sort of poetic bullshit that they love, and which gives sensible people a headache.