#limin

[limin-comms-open]

You can't be fckin Sirius!

[gengernoway]

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limerencial ;; a neogender umbrella term based on " Limerence ", a state of mind which is an overwhelming longing for emotional reciprocation from somebody else. limerencine beings might also feel connected to the following concepts: obsessive love, stalkers/stalking, obsession in general, erotomania, overwhelming and unexpected feelings and a devastating distance between oneself and the object of their affection.

general terminology :

limerencity – equivalent of femininity/masculinity. limerencine – the equivalent of feminine/masculine. translimere – term for transitioning to limerencial without any other identity involved. LIMIN – limerencial in nature. stalker – man/woman equivalent of limerencial.

attraction terms :

LIM4LIM / distancian – limerencial loving limerencial. stalkee – a limerencial crush. farfriend – the equivalent of girlfriend/boyfriend. obsesonaire – limerencial partner. stalkmate – limerencial spouse.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tagging : @radiomogai @telephone-blights

ids in alt. :^) link to iwc in question.

[caedisinian]

　⸝　it ❜ s tv time　!　~　~

　⸝　limerenthing

a gender connected to being limerencial (link) and a thing , a thing that is limerencial ,

　⸝　taglist　!　 @radiomogai　 @manifoldgai　 @friend-device

　self - indulgent term

[colecassidyrealtrust]

I was reading the house of leaves today and i realised. It is just like grave encounters 1 and 2, but if there was a third generation.

let me explain

The House of Leaves is an ergotic novel that lays the basis for 90% of liminal horror in modern media. It may not be directly referenced but chances are something else that has been referenced is. The book is told from the perspective of a tattoo parlor bum who goes mad reading a dead man's notes of a lost media film and documentary of a house that expanded forever. Let me run this down once more, because it is hard to understand. First thing that happened chronologically was the Navidson's House, it started to create space where space should not exist. Then, A documentary was made about it called the Navdison Record. This then gets lost or destroyed The old Man, Zapano', somehow finds it and becomes obsessed with it, eventually leading him to madness and then death. Then our protagonist finds Zapano''s notes and begins to get obsessed too. The final book that we read is his summary of Zapano's notes.

This is basically what grave encounters 2 did, just less layers. The Asylum has demons and hauntings from an abusive past Ghost hunters go there, record everything The building itself drives the final man, Lance Preston/ Sean Rogerson, mad The movie is published Alex Wright discovers the film He becomes obsessed with the film The building also leads him to insanity.

All my fixations are the same fucking thing bruh

[paramoreparaless]

wip wednesday

Keith sat back on his haunches, tail twitching before settling around him. Limin looked at him questioningly – he was one of the smaller ones, though by the way he carried himself, not among the younger ones. Short, pointed ears like a cat and dark blue-purple stripes running along his back across warm yellow fur. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’ll eat after you,” Keith replied easily. One, he was still kinda disgusted with himself for the whole thing, honestly, and trying to eat his kill now would probably just make him throw it back up, and two, with the way Xara and Rinnow were fighting over ribs, Keith figured he was much safer waiting for everyone’s hunger to die down first.

Rinnow, the smaller twin – Keith was maybe assuming a lot, calling them twins, but both had the same short red fur and yellow eyes – clambered over to him, having lost her challenge to her sister. Her tail was bushed up unhappily, and Keith suppressed the urge to groom it back to tidiness.  “I’m bored.”

“We’ll head back soon,” Keith said, pulling the grass. It was a bit different from anything on Earth – despite being dry, and looking brittle, it had an almost elastic quality when bent. If Keith had more time, he’d consider weaving something more elaborate, but as it were, he really did have to start corralling the kits back to the burrow within the next few doboshes.

Pulling the top half of his Blade suit off over his head, he sliced through the stitching – seam – Keith wasn’t actually quite sure how they were made, but there was a line where the two fabrics met, and he cut it. It wasn’t going to be perfect, since he wasn’t exactly in the habit of carrying around a sewing kit, nor had he ever really bothered to know how to do much more than what he needed to repair old clothes, but it should hold together long enough that he could secure tomorrow’s meal.

Rinnow watched him, entranced, and plucked a few grass shoots of her own to weave, though hers seemed less… woven, more twisted around eachother in the hopes that it would become the same as Keith’s. It was – was stupidly endearing, and Keith almost missed the loop with his next movement. He tested the hold – eh, good enough. The grass gave it a kind of stretching quality, on top of the inherent give of the uniform’s material. All he had to do now was wait for the feeding frenzy to die down.

Yila – one of the most Galra-looking kits, if not for the pale white patches across her fur, seemingly at random – dropped the bone she’d been gnawing on – probably for the marrow, and Brye, the little bat-flying-squirrel looking one, snatched up the discarded bone to see what he could get from it. Despite the, you know, entire carcass behind him. Keith took the space they’d left and began cutting off sections of meat – with his knife, thank you very much.

[liminalgardens]

[chillichillax]

Liminal Wednesday - No One Anymore

Raw in the middle of the day in the middle of the week.... nobody is around.