#demisterchat

[delusional-deductions]

A conversation from the other day:

Chii: I have heard Levi kicking the shit out of Eren to the tune of Carameldansen at least 9 times already.

Chii: lol

Duckie: ... my moirail is sometimes disturbing.

Chii: I enjoy seeing my favorite characters in pain oUo

Duckie: ... ._.

(video in source)

[delusional-deductions]

I lost the ability to type

Me: no i satn corrected 1p,

Me: *p,

Me: .... *PM

Me: I win

Duckie: that whole sentence

Me: FUks

Me: .... goid dammig

Me: fukc

Duckie: *fuck it

Me: THIS

[pegacornalley]

The lovely misscrissc tagged me~

Always post the rules

Answer the questions from the person who tagged you and make 11 new ones

Tag 11 people and link them to the post

Let them know you’ve tagged them

1. Have you done anything exciting over the summer so far?

Nope haha

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2. Anything you’re really dying to buy at the moment?

Oh my gosh yes I have a list: Erza Scarlet's first armor cosplay outfit, Happy plush backpack, and pink pegacorn kigurumi.

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3. Ice-cream or Italian Ices?

Ice- cream! but Italian Ice is really yummy too.

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4. Do you have long hair or short hair?

Long hair that flows in the wind as I ride across the glen firing arrows into the sunset.

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5. What’s something that really embarrassed you when it happened, but now makes you laugh whenever you think about it?

This is a really good question I just unfortunately don't have a good answer UwU I honestly stay embarrassed for like ever ;_;

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6. Your worst habit.

Getting behind on chores ;_;

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7. Character you most relate to?

Hmm probably Asako Natsume from Tonari No Kaibutsu-kun. Prior to her meeting the main characters of the series, all of her friends were online. I don't relate to the romantic aspects of her life but the internet life part I do haha

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8. Ship that you want your relationship to be like, or your relationship is like?

Super cliche but I'm going to say Jerza because otp.

or maybe Shion x Emma from Magico. They were a fucking adorable couple <3

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9. What are you listening to right now? If you’re not listening to music at the moment, what are you listening to the most these days?

Like the second I read this question I was listening to Starring Role by Marina and the Diamonds. Lately I've been listening to these artists: Marina, Fall Out Boy, Craft Spells, Nicki Minaj, The Killers, and Passion Pit. I also listen to pandora a lot.

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10. What relaxes you?

Laying down and reading manga, watching anime or something, playing video games, or crocheting.

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11. Tell your funniest joke.

My social life.

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My questions :

1. What are your top 5 favorite anime?

2. What are your top 5 favorite manga?

3. Do you have a favorite mangaka?

4. If you were an animal, which would you be and why?

5. How would you describe your personal style?

6. Do you wear makeup?

7. How do you feel about body mods?

8. If you could travel anywhere right now, where would you go and why?

9. If you could pick one character from any series to spend a day with, who would you pick and why?

10. Do you partake in crafts? If so, which?

11. Tell one random fact about yourself.

[delusional-deductions]

IT HURTS

Me: I think Madokami is like, my third fave character. Despite the fact that she only gets like 3 seconds of screentime.

Me: But I just love the idea of what she does QnQ

Me: and what the fandom has done with her.

Duckie: yeah

Me: I MEAN LOOK AT THIS FUCKING COMIC. DON'T TELL ME IT DOES NOT FILL YOU WITH IMMENSE FEELS

images.puella-magi.net/e/e4/Lolimadokami_english_translation.png?20110711204528

Duckie: if i cry i blame you

Me: lol

Duckie: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT

Me: BWAHAHAHA

Duckie: THIS IS WHY I'M NOT REALLY INVOLVED WITH THE MADOKA FANDOM. BECAUSE IT HURTS.

Me: I LIKE THE PAIN.

Duckie: that's called masochism

Me: lmao

[pegacornalley]

Rule 1: Post the rules

Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger asked you, then make 11 new ones.

Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post

Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them

1. Do you have any piercings and/or tattoos?

2. Top 5 favorite bands/artists?

3. Top 5 favorite songs?

4. Do you have any collections?

5. Which personal feature do you like best?

6. Which fandoms do you belong to?

7. What are some things you do to relieve stress?

8. Least favorite chore/responsibility?

9. What are some of your hobbies?

10. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

11. Please watch this video and describe how if made you feel (the feeling differs from person to person, it's amazing!) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7kYM0taMtA&feature=player_embedded#!

[snurmit]

In The God's Eyes

This is what happens when I can't sleep. Have some shit. It's short, but whatevs.

For the three people who read Bones, this takes place in the same universe. This is what Vilka's son, Sintal, saw after he tried to kill the God of Pestilence.

He had seen the Four Horsemen in His eyes. There was no sanctuary or refuge. They were not horsemen. They were not mounted nor even men. The Four Horsemen were creatures.

Pestilence was a rat. Its fur was green and rotted. Maggots ate at its flesh and one eye socket was empty and unseeing. The remaining eye was cold, white, and dead. Pestilence was blind. Instead, it found its way with its other senses. Smell, sound, and touch. Its torn, ripped ears swiveled constantly in search of sound. Its nose was always twitching, always rifling through each scent the way a man’s fingers will leaf through papers. It was only Pestilence’s whiskers that seemed to lack any decay or disease. Some were frayed or tangled but they were not neglected. There was some degree of care taken to keep such an important sensory tool in check.

War was a great, scarred bear. Nearly every inch of its thick hide sported a knotted, aged scar. While Pestilence was torn and rotted, War was shredded and vicious. Blood seemed to have permanently dyed the fur around War’s mouth. Its teeth were stained pink from all the blood it had shed. Its claws were long and eager for another victim. Scars were most numerous around War’s eyes, where its victims had hoped they might wound the beast enough to escape. War was merciless and even when its victims had found their mark it had been blind to the pain. War was a beast that would latch on and never let go.

Famine was a desperately emaciated dog. There was not a single bone in the beast’s body that was not visible. Famine appeared more like an animated sack of skin and bone than a dog. Its fur was matted in some places and others completely balded. Slaver dripped from Famine’s desperate maw, desperate for one single morsel. Biting flies and ticks contently clung to the dog’s body, sapping what little strength its weary bones might hold. Beneath its lips, its gums were pale and bloodless. Many of its teeth had rotted and fallen out of its mouth. While Famine still held all its senses, it was dead to the world. The only thing that could stir Famine was pain. When kicked or beaten, Famine would weakly bare its rotting teeth and give a pathetic growl before it collapsed again.

Death was the most terrifying of all. Death was a raven. Unlike its comrades, Death was not emaciated, wounded, crippled, or decaying. Death kept its pitch feathers beautifully preened, its ebony eyes were keen and alert. The raven’s somber beak shined in even the dimmest of light. Its talons were carefully maintained and its claws sharp. Most of all, Death was calm. Death was peaceful. It held none of the fatigue of Famine, the ferocity of War, nor the desperation of Pestilence. Death was not a creature that sought its victims, let alone held qualm with them. Death knew its victims would come to it.

And so, as he stared into the eyes of the God’s mask, it was not his murderer that he feared. Nor did he fear the rat, the bear, or the dog. It was the raven that brought him both terror and peace as water filled his lungs and his body buried itself in the silt of the mire.

[snurmit]

Bones

A thing I wrote for Chii. She said she really liked my writing after reading the thing I wrote for Revix. I told her that what I wrote for Revix was really mediocre for me, so I wrote a thing for her.

It's not fandom-related or anything. Just some of the shit that comes out of my mind.

The marshy ground sucked at the beast's hooves as it trudged through the mire. The animal was a horse, or rather, it had been a horse. Now it was an equine skeleton with rotting chunks of flesh stubbornly clinging to its bones. It still had hair around its hooves and somehow a mane grew from its exposed neck vertebrae. Its tail bone still sported a tail, flesh still held together between the beast’s ribs, concealing its rotted organs. The steed was still tacked, saddle, bridle, and all. On its back was a woman. Like the animal she rode, she looked as if she had been rotted and returned to life. The skin on her cheeks and her bottom jaw had rotted off, leaving bare bone. She was so emaciated her stomach nearly touched her spine. The vast majority of her muscle mass had rotted away, leaving only a living sack of skin and bones.

As the peninsula the pair tread on began to taper towards an end, the woman pulled her steed’s reins. The animal nickered as it reluctantly came to a stop. As the woman slid from its back onto the ground, it pawed anxiously at the marshy ground, snorting with displeasure. The rotted woman kept a hold on the animal’s reins as she walked in front of the beast and stroked the smooth bone of its nose. She whispered to the beast, doing her best to sooth its fears. Mentally, she cursed herself. This animal wasn’t stupid. It knew this was unholy ground and anything with sense would flee. However, her sense had rotted from her mind the way her flesh had rotted from her bones.

Once the beast was calmed, the woman walked to the edge of the peninsula and stared into the swamp. Just beneath the surface she could see human skeletons that had settled in the muck. Aquatic centipedes crawled over the bones, nibbling at the scant remains of meat that had yet to be decayed or devoured. The rotted woman took a knife from the pocket of her dress and sliced the palm of her hand. She held her wounded hand over the water and squeezed her hand into a fist, letting the blood drip into the water.

Suddenly, the deeper waters began to ripple. Out of the green waters rose a man-like creature which stood upon the surface as if it were solid ground. While most of its body was hidden beneath a long robe and its head hidden beneath a plague doctor’s mask, its hands were bare. It was the hands that made it clear this thing was not human. Its hands were covered in a thick, black fur and its fingers ended as claws. A slit in the back of the robe revealed a long, black tail and occasionally one could see the creature’s feet, which were actually paws. In one of its hands it held an ebony staff shaped like a sickle. This creature was Ilkoa, the God of Pestilence, a deity rumored to take the form of a bipedal panther, though no one had ever seen his face.

The god crossed the waters and approached the woman, stopping just short of the finger of land. She could feel the god’s eyes watching her through the mask, though she could not see them.

“Vinnsa told me you would come. You could not sway the hearts of the Gods of Life or Death, so you have come to bargain with the God of Pestilence. What a truly stupid woman you are,” Ilkoa’s words were sharper than knives, his tone venomous. The woman began to stutter words, hoping she might find hope with this greatly feared god. “I know who you are, Vilka. You have come a very great distance to plead for the life of your son. He is very sick. In fact, you have been gone from home for so very long, you do not know if he is still alive. Before you plead for your child, human, have you seen yourself?”

As if confused by his words, the woman looked down at her hands. Her skin was thin and tight, her fingers bony. She reached up and touched her face, gasping as she felt the bone of her jaw. Suddenly, laughter began to erupt from the God of Pestilence. “You are in no state to beg anyone for your child’s life. The only Gods with whom you had any chance were the ones you have already asked. Were you so desperate for your child’s life that you failed to see how I’ve cursed your family?”

Vilka felt tears form in her eyes and almost immediately roll down her face. They were warm on the exposed bone of her jaw. After a moment’s silence, she raised her eyes to look into the eye sockets of the mask and ask, “Why?”

Again, Ilkoa laughed. “Because your eldest son tried to cheat me, of course. Yes, that’s right. Sintal came here before your youngest son first began showing symptoms of illness. Sintal is a smart boy. He knew that his brother had caught the plague. So he came to me, asked me to cure the plague. In exchange, he offered me both of his eyes. I agreed and lifted the plague. Instead of giving me his eyes, Sintal tried to kill me. He stabbed me in the neck with a poisoned dagger. He stabbed the God of Pestilence with a poisoned dagger. Your child was smart, but he was also very stupid. I tore out his eyes and then I crushed his skull. Then I cursed his family.”

Suddenly, the rotted horse became frantic. It began snorting and screaming. Before Vilka could react, the beast had torn the reins from her hands and bolted into the marsh, disappearing in the thick mists. She could only stare in hopelessness where the animal had once been. After a moment, she looked back at the god.

“You will never leave this place.” Ilkoa grabbed her by the neck and threw her into the seemingly endless waters. She tried to swim to the surface, tried to get another lungful of air. No matter how hard she tried, her efforts never brought her any closer to the surface. She could only sink and sink and sink…

[annabananapanda]

The thing is, I know everything will change once I get another job or something. Even though I'm trying as hard as I can, no one really seems to be hiring around here. I've started getting desperate, and I'm thinking about joining the military. Not because I want to fight or anything, but because if I pass an audition, I could get a job playing my clarinet. Especially because the last time I brought this consideration up, my dad said he was really proud that I even considered it...

Hmmm, well if there's no jobs, there's no jobs. Not really something in your control. As for joining the military, that sounds like a great idea, but you have to make sure you really want to, first. And not just because it will make your father happy. While there's not much that feels better than making your loved ones proud, you also have to take your own opinion into the situation. But if you think you'll be happy with that career choice, then I say go for it!