#dead thread

[angelsbestrace]

Remember when the /i/ high thread used to get bumped? Me neither.

I’ve rather grown fond of drawing Vita. Going off that remark, I think I’ll try doing a small personal project. Not that saying as much really means anything. 

[emissaryofthesun-blog]

another dawn | open

Light.

Dawn? No. Yes. Maybe. Something like that.

A screen flickers to life. A lonely television screen hung on a wall by itself in a ruined city, overlooking an overgrown park. Life run wild in the debris of human existence. And in that debris of humanity, a life that had been reduced to rubble wakes up once more.

Well, something like that.

“Oh...” a voice says. An image of the prince of the Empire of Shendao appears on the screen. It - he? - stares out at the park, eyes wide, traces of a smile on his - its? - digital mouth. He flickers slightly, pixels of skin and hair blinking in and out. His image stabilises and he smiles calmly.

“How lovely...” he sighs, and reaches one hand out, and out... to no avail. He’s only an image, after all. As much as he looks like he wants to touch, to examine, to care for the plants growing wild, he can’t.

And then a curious expression crosses his face. Confusion? Something like that. He looks down at his hands, and then out again at the garden.

“Excuse me?” he calls, looking for someone, anyone. “Where... where am I? Wh-what am I?” He swallows, and shakes his head. Even as a digital image, he is careful with the motion, and his headdress doesn’t sway an inch. “Is... is anyone there?”

[jeristheenigma]

AHAHAHAHA

I *just* finalized my costumes for PAX this year, and one of them is/was going to be from the pervy farming game, Breeding Season. It’s neat, (hilariously) modest and generic enough that, unless someone has seen the game, could pass for idk fucking Harvest Moon or some shit. Or nothing, it’s just farmer clothes. Anyway, I dug up a link to the developer’s blog to scope out any updates or whatevs and just...

Breeding Season is over, S-Purple has single-handedly killed it

http://breedingseasongame.blogspot.com/2016/07/breeding-season-is-over-s-purple-has.html

The game’s fucking dead! X’D Take whoever’s side you want or just sit back and cry or lol at both to your heart’s content, but yeah, no more updates. Like, I’d forgotten this was a thing a few YEARS ago because it *was* barely a thing, but fast forward to a couple months ago and holy shit it was playable (and free)! I got as unhealthily obsessed with it as I did Stardew Valley (and every other similar game), but took a break from actually trying to beat it, since there was just a placeholder ~you win/game over~ sorta thing currently. WELP Fuck it, I’m cosplaying a dead game kek who gives a shit

[daughtersofthering]

🍑🍑🍑

for every 🍑 my muse will remove one article of clothing

“Three? Aren’t you cheeky, well since I do like you so I’ll play along.” She giggled before kicking off her boots. “One and two.” She said with a grin. Bending at the waist she hooker her thumbs into one thigh high sock, pulling it down and dropping it aside. “Three.”

[daughtersofthering]

✎

Send me a “✎“ and I’ll write a starter from one of my favorite quotes.

Bakura frowned deeply at the state Vampy as in when she arrived at his place, it didn’t take much for her to figure out what he’d tried to do, that he’d tried to end it. Instead of berating him she just wrapped her arms around his smaller form and pulled him close. “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.”

[daughtersofthering]

The Bell Witch

Send my muse a curse!

The Bell Witch: muse’s home is plagued by relentless poltergeist activity. Lasts two days.

Once she’d picked herself up and settled herself after seeing the spirits from so long ago physically there in her corridor she grabbed her phone and called in sick. There was no way she was leaving the house with them following. This was different to them being in her head. As she curled into her sofa, trying to ignore them and focus on the gentle spirit and her cats she paused again, Looking to her bookshelf one of the books was slowly moving. Slowly pulling away from the shelf. In an instant it was flung across the room, causing the cats to bolt and Bakura to jump off the sofa. She watched as another book was flung and another but couldn’t see what was doing it. “Fuck off!” She shrieked, she was already being followed she didn’t want a poltergeist there as well. 

[daughtersofthering]

"Bite!"

My muse is a vampire and is trying to seduce and turn yours. Send me “Bite” for a starter. Or send me “Chomp” if your muse is the vampire and mine is a human.

Bakura smirked as she looked the other over, she was very particular in who she would turn, in who she’d give the gift of immortality to and this particular male had caught her eye. Slowly she made her way over to him, making a clear show of checking him out when she got close enough. “What’s a handsome guy like you doing in a place like this?” 

[daughtersofthering]

Followed: spirits from my muse’s past are following them around. Lasts two days.

Send my muse a curse!

Bakura sighed as she walked towards the front door, another day of work, another day of dealing with people. She froze as she passed the mirror. There was movement. Slowly she turned, looking at her reflection and yelped. Turning quickly she came face to face with a translucent girl, smiling brightly at her. Bakura smiled gently to see Ruby’s spirit, though it was a sad one, she had thought the girl had passed to the other side, still it broguht her joy to see the girl again. 

More shifting to the side had Bakura look back down the corridor. A scream tore from her at the sight, a hoard of spirits, bloody and mutilated, each screaming for help. Each thousands of years old. Sinking down to the floor she covered her head, trying to block out the sight, the sounds they made. The reminder of what happened.