#ementior

[noxsylvania]

My babs

[noxsylvania]

New Characters! Their names are Ementior, Ag8 (Agate), and Charlotte (in order from first to last)

I loved drawing these guys, I can’t wait to make more for this story.

What I Can Tell You So Far:

-Charlotte’s legs are venomous, so is the liquid that pours out of her “mouth” when she’s angry.

-Ag8 is an AI and his body is setup like a clock tower, lots of tiny gears and mechanisms keep him moving.

-Look up the definition of Ementior (that’s all I can give you)

[noxsylvania]

Yeah, “new” characters.

[gwentheturtle]

This is the public profile of member EMENTIOR on Booksie

I’ve recently started posting my writing on Booksie under the pen name EMENTIOR. If anyone wants to send feedback or comments on any of them it would be greatly appreciated.

[novus-exanimis]

my nightmares are communicating there is something wrong with me but I do not want to admit it or something. In all of them I'm always afraid of someone finding out I am freaking out or something, even though something scary is happening. It's confusing. It is hard to imagine where I will be at the end of this year, but I hope it is good. 

[novus-exanimis]

Tomorrow you'll see it through The clouded out disguises put you in the room And though I wandered out alone A thousand lights abounded on our home And I remember every sound it made The clouded out disguises and the grave So yeah I know I'm still afraid Of letting go of choices I have made

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I tried to save the things I made Oh! But the world is a mess, Oh! But the world is a mess And what difference does it make if the world is a mess? If the world is a mess! I tried my best I tried in vain Oh! But the world is a mess! Oh! But the world is a mess!

[novus-exanimis]

I hate attention, I just enjoy learning about others.. I'm far from conceited, I stare at myself because I'm either obsessing over the spacing of my own makeup and everything around me or I am attempting to reattach myself to the real, although it does backfire at times. My arrogance derives from my fear of failing, because I do not know what else I have to offer if I can not reach my goal, or something similar to it. I am aware of my strengths and weaknesses, and my rights and wrongs.. I am not sure if I am happy or miserable. I can not discern my feelings. Maybe because there or too many or maybe because there are none, but, nevertheless, I cannot say I am completely unhappy with where I am now. I am excelling at the college I am at, I am still close to family, and I have a job. As far as relationships, I have not made any new ones in my first semester of college, but I think I am okay with this.---- What I'm not okay with is my indifference to the evils I am completely responsible for. Maybe I do some decent things here and there, but overall, I know I am not making anything better for anyone. If I was never involved things would be better for everyone. I need to go away. I really do. I don't deserve the kindness, and no one deserves any of the nonsense I give. 

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I was talking while, as usual, glaring elsewhere. Looking at the windows from time to time so I had the choice of viewing the reflection of Whataburger's array of benches and tables or letting myself be pulled into everything the night sky had to offer. As I turned my head, I noticed a pair of jubilant individuals taking a seat at a two-chair table adjacent from me. They were both flaunting their cherry surrounded, pearly smiles, as one of them, in particular, caught my attention. It seemed to be that same grin... And those same tacky colored clothes. That oddly gaunt, yet pudgy, shaped, and manly colored, face contrasted that rotund carcass. It stood atop a set of glitzy heals and its movements resembled that of a behemoth. The simple reminder engulfed me. I found myself in a state of perpetual recollection. An excursion into a horrifying memory. Thrusting my eyes towards the parking lot behind me, I searched for that shiny red Ford jeep. The one I was yanked into; where I became surrounded by the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Where I sat on these stone seats, not knowing my face was soon to become forcefully acquainted with them. I selfishly let myself become strictly concerned with my own thoughts instead of listening to the words being spoken to me. As I realized my wrongdoing, I began to warm myself back into reality. Luckily, my antics had gone unnoticed, but I remained skittish. For the rest of that night, I allowed it to consume my thoughts. I walked inside my house that evening, after experiencing the familiar sequential events, feeling quite different than usual.