#post human war

[itdohd]

Pillow talk at one am ft. Jill and Marjolaine

[coconutsubstrate]

Weave is a bop not gonna lie. Wanna draw it but like can’t since *gestures vaguely towards pfp*

[coconutsubstrate]

“Your daddy never loved you and he left you for a bar! Come and catch me!” - Raven

[coconutsubstrate]

“Kurt’s fine” she said “Marjolein isn’t effected too much” she said. Never trust people on discord/j

[nyro-in-new-albion]

My mind is melted. 

Let me tell you, Paul Shapera knows how to write a good musical.

[capsulecomputers]

Post Human W.A.R Gameplay

Post Human W.A.R is a turn-based tactical and psychological strategy game, with no randomness. It is set in an absurd post-apocalyptic world. Unmask the enem...

Post Human W.A.R Gameplay

[creaturesofcandlelight]

Short Story with No Context (sorry?)

It was dark, and her body was weak. She had never felt this weak before, not while she still had to fight. How could she fight? They took her powers away, they took her body away…

The door to her small, damp cell opened. The light streaming in made her sensitive, human eyes hurt, but she looked up anyway. One of the cloaked cult members entered. If she had the energy to glare, she would’ve, but she settled for screaming hatred in her mind at the person.

They came close, then knelt down by her face. Aimi could see the cult member’s face clearly, and was mildly surprised that they were a woman. Didn’t humans have some sort of gender bias? Most, if not all, the voices of the cult members during the chanting ritual that took her powers sounded male. She’d be surprised if they let anyone seemingly beneath them to participate in their “society of higher beings” or whatever crap they used to describe themselves.

The woman spoke softly in a rushed whisper, “Are you Aimi? Of the flight class warriors?”

She stared in confusion--shouldn’t she know that? The woman continued, “Are you the deity they captured?”

They? The woman wasn’t part of the cult then? Please be a rescue, please be a rescue…

“Ye--es,” Aimi croaked, her hoarse voice cracking. The woman smiled, and reached toward the chains holding her arms above her head with a key in hand. She unlocked the chains from the wall, but didn’t remove the cuffs. She did, however, take the chains together and fasten them behind her back. Not a rescue then.

“Come with me,” the woman said. Aimi gave a weak, silent chuckle. She couldn’t walk--as soon as the chains had been released, she’d collapsed to the floor. Recovering from magical exhaustion enough to function would take another day, at least. Certainly not soon enough for her to walk on her own.

The woman sighed resignedly when she saw that Aimi wasn’t moving. “Alright then,” she said, and maneuvered her limp body over her shoulder. “Let’s get out of this dump.”

Hanging over a stranger’s shoulder, her arms chained behind her, and just above the point of fatal exhaustion, Aimi resigned herself to her unknown future in her (new) captor’s clutched. A future she couldn’t even see, anymore.