#churning waters

[landscapeandmarine]

Fishing Boats with Hucksters Bargaining for Fish

Artist: Joseph Mallord William Turner (English, 1775–1851)

Date: ca. 1837-1838

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago, IL, United States

[needlemeister]

HI HELLO can we get more about the iterators in antiworld ?

CHURNING WATERS

Chasing Wind's counterpart in Anti World. A reclusive and eccentric Iterator responsible for the creation of the Riptide. The Lymphatic areas of their Superstructure are more like dangerous, churning rapids, thanks to a strange microbiological substance infecting their strata and causing them to grow obsessed with the sea...

FRAGMENTED PRECIPICE

Five Pebbles's counterpart in Anti World. Shockingly kind and open when compared to his reflection, Anti-FP is determined to keep what remains of the Local Group relatively intact. He takes care of the Exile's pups, frees the Experiment from the clamp keeping their jaws shut, and tries his best to figure out how to amend his sister's Rot situation. ...at least, until the Rot contaminates the reservoir responsible for keeping the siblings functional...

LINGERING TRACES TOWARD MALADY

Looks to the Moon's counterpart in Anti World. Her structure is decaying and falling apart, as usual, but this time, its cause comes from inside - mirroring her brother's situation in canon, she has become afflicted with the Rot. Anti-NSH meant well in trying to assist her in a little test, - she just wanted to find out if it could get her back in contact with her beloved, a test to see if she could meet anti-SOS again - but now... the very aquifer beneath her ruins is becoming deeply Rotten.

NEVER-SIGNALING HERALD

No Significant Harassment's counterpart in Anti World. Once a fixed point ensuring that his sibling's experiments never went too far, now ravaged into silence via the Carnivore's unwilling feast upon the portion of his superstructure responsible for his ability to communicate.

SILENTLY RECURSIVE SANITY

Seven Red Suns's counterpart in Anti World. Anti-SRS would rather play God than focus on the Problem, believing that anything that would benefit some long-dead, painfully mortal beings rather than those who are still alive - and thus still matter, is plain silly. They are responsible for the state the Experiment is in, as well as what happened to the Carnivore - and, by extension, Never-Signaling Herald.

SOLITUDE OVER SALVATION

Sliver of Straw's counterpart in Anti World. A distant Iterator whose final message to the world was a desperate apology for the horrific mistake she unleashed upon the world, interrupted by the sound of what can only be described as divine gunfire...

[dkt5d]

Point Reyes National Seashore, churning waters and lighthouse. Sept. 29, 2022.

[litandlifequotes]

My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as if it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

Churning Waters: The Sironian Princess by Meredith T. Taylor

[puppeteerkadym]

Kadym & Joss|| Churning Waters

   Monogamy was an ideal that Kadym never truly associated with himself. Since Faye sliced her way into that notorious cavity in his chest, Kadym had honestly tried to play the game. Yet when Joss' blunt urging reached his ears he was tempted.  Joss played a pivotal role in his schemes. She alone had potential to join his little dark triad. Fucking her would only throw his alliance into a tailspin. In an ideal world the foursome would run amok in Brookhaven, and the other three would sate Kadym's every sexual need...preferably at the same time. To make it work, Kadym would have to manipulate manipulators...he was up for it though. 

    The sun blazed in the sun, yet the air remained cool, a distinct iceyness hung in the wind. Autumn was fading. The leaves were one by one plummeting down to the ground. All greenery seemed to be dying, and if Kadym had his way the flora would soon be joined by mutilated fauna. Death was coming to town. Kadym brought a cancer stick to his lips. The end glowed with an amber hue. Leaves crunched underneath his feet as he walked. As the shed came into view, he sucked on the cigarette quickly, not ashing. By the time he reached the shabby door a long length of ash feebly lay at the tip. With a flick the gray fluff dispersed into the air. The filter soon followed. Kadym entered the shed. There was dried blood on the floor. He had not been back to this venue since he lead the motley crew here to rape and terrorize that blonde girl, Charlie. Looking at her blood a dark grin spread across Kadym's visage. He had been a good boy, good for him at least, for far too long. Unzipping his hoodie, Kadym tossed the clothing onto a shelf where an odd assortment of gardening tool rested. In the wake of Faye, Kadym had been placid. Lately most would think he was a stagnant, quiet pool. It was time for a hurricane. He tapped his foot impatiently while he waited for Joss to make her appearance. During this alone time, Kadym gutted a cigarillo, letting the contents fall the floor. In a matter of seconds he ran his lighter over a tight blunt. Few could roll a doobie faster than this manipulator. The flame licked the edges of the blunt sealing them. If Joss didn't hurry he was going to light up without her. should I tell her? Hmm... better not...If this plan falls through I will be set back months. I'll just let her get her toes wet. It's settled. Kadym debated with himself.