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[me-a-mo-ria]

Feet

[coldheartedhermit]

((I think if my Homeowner got visitored. His signs would be his eyes and hands. Nails covered in dirt and blood from fighting off a guest who is a visitor but fails...doesn't wake up in a body bag. He will wake up as a visitor and panic hard mostly because of Vigil even if he'd still bypass the other signs (i.e teeth and pits) until he accepts it. Probably would fight back his urge to kill hard. :] ))

[vormov]

concavity (light the pyre)

ive been here long enough to know stop asking questions, seriously its dangerous to keep going like that, I know and in dividends i'll live among the escapists finally finding the exit strategy.

let these skies and the mountains never cease i can show you the most unbelievable spot in the sky, high up where mere mortals can't be we can dance above them. and like the ether flying around us at wind we find the gaze just a bit too red-flagged to boggart.

"please bear with us as we experience some turbulence" a great gale did wind it's presence upon us with that cold darkened, cool to the bone, each spoke iced and hanging as if the sun can't quite see them.

among them sun-gazers, we are such a stupid lot as if we understood the supreme power exerted by the greatest of energies that can be fathomed for even lightyears to come, our little ball of fire, come let's get close and i'll light the pyre.

overcame by the loss of light, i can't quite see straight like the failure of selves was transited by a gaping lack of understandings. i'll die before it ends, but just so you'll know…

"Stay with me As we cross the empty skies Come sail with me" eventfully low as we progressed forward, each step without a bated breath / nevertheless we'll find a way to explode or figure it out as if these things were only mere illusions, no! it is as real as the stones beneath us or the skies above. ive seen this one time before, like in a way ive done all these things in another life, can't quite see there or can't get there from here, not sure light the pyre.

i'll always appear where the light exists, meaningful and luminous a gaze to the sky would see a splendor if only it weren't so polluted with all these suppurative lux and i can find the way daunting. became another overnight as i found myself again in the darkness, feel all of your blood bleed back in with all it's warmth trickle by trickle drop by drop we see it engulf and take plunge fortunate enough to have caught the high tide…

i'd level the distance with you if only i could see the horizon let it be known that i tried, turns out each step is hallowed ground none to becoming, less it favor a cause, not that our being weeps it just feels so much all at once, never to have seen it again nor all at once, leeks to the meager align it to the sun. just jettison our faith, we need that no more neverminded those that felt goodly towards us—no need let it chaotically feature its way into the legends, aspoke unwhispered for all of us we'd unite, if only the next song wasn't such a slog can't stand any of this, call me jaded but i'll only listen if it matters. "I feel sick" among so many passengers, i feel like ive been overlooked undersold, ill-fathomed, and yet i'll just kinda gloss over it addressing the whole would be unfathomable and yet i still shout loudly at these winds like i can put a dent in the veneer, or even smudge their colors, damned fools them all, again i told you they whispered lies around you to see like the sun artificially articulate. (2025—Hi. I know you don't care. You should.)

[deisbookofdemons]

((My first traditional Yami Marik.))

[incorrecthaikyuutrash]

Kindaichi: Iwaizumi-san, have you seen Oikawa?

Iwaizumi: I'm not seeing Oikawa!

Kindaichi: ...What?

Iwaizumi: What?

Oikawa, in the distance: WHAT?

[crimsonamber9999]

Peculiar Emet-Selc [Solo]

Ill Mheg was a place that Eggie frequented. It reminded them of the greenery of Ishgard and their family at home. However, lately there has been a nuisance to their dedicated alone time…

Amongst fresh petals, of hues of yellow, pink and purple, of the flowered magenta wisteria, stood him. It would have been comical, for the way he stood out like a sore thumb, whilst the pixies bothered him, but the man was and is an Acsian. Emet-Selc he called himself. However, Eggie was used to this man’s peculiar mannerisms, the way he talked, the way he dressed…the way he would appear when Eggie was alone.

They didn’t like that last one.

The first time he appeared, Eggie aimed for his head with a frying pan. The man narrowly avoided it, the frying pan slamming directly in the wood and splintering it so violently that chunks flew past his face. His face pales some, before regaining its composure, taking a bow,

“I can see I came at a bad time hero”.

Eggie remembered what they told him specifically, word-for-word,

“If I ever see your fucking smirk again, I’ll cut you within an ilm of your life, motherfucker”.

Eggie was pissed. Rightfully so in their head, they pursued peace and wanted nothing, but peace. He wasn’t giving any.

“Oh-! You wound me so…very well! Till next time then, ta-ta~”.

…Oh Bahamut help them.

Since then, he’s showed up and it drove Eggie mad. Each time, they would try to relax and then hes there. He watches them, pretending he didn’t notice them with a cup of tea before his eyes roll and he greets them like nothing was wrong. Sometimes Emet would offer them tea, talk normally, by normally, the occasional reminisce of taking territories all for the glory of Garlameld and such. Today was no exception to that rule. However, Eggie was not feeling well.

Ever since the first Light-Warden fell the headaches had appeared. At first, the Scions and even Eggie worried it a symptom of light-sickness, however upon closer examination there was no corruption, no telling signs, nothing. Y'Shtola herself was even puzzled, examining it multiple times for hours under different circumstances. Even as a headache occurred, there was nothing that gave it away. Not even simple, to the strongest medicine in Norvrandt worked. Today’s passage of days lead to today of all things, where today’s headache for some peculiar reason was the worst, it had ever been. If there was a word to describe the pain, several colorful adjectives come to Eggie’s mind, since they got out of bed this morning.

In Ill Mheg they travel to, to attempt to find a place to relax and hopefully sleep the headache away. They bring their pan with them, to cook later for the fae, who enjoyed the spreads Eggie always made. Yet today they were oddly missing.

“Hero…Eggie was it?”

Seven Hells, not him again.

“Piss off Selc, I’m not in the mood”.

“I can clearly see that…are the light-wardens proving too much stress to handle? You can always give up, let the light flood the place as the-!”

That was the last thing Eggie remembered. The pain suddenly came to a crescendo and their vision blurred. Collapsing to the ground, there is no sound rushing from Emet-Selcs lips as he merely stares with a disappointed look on his face. Suddenly, Eggies entire body began to heat up and burn. They let out several choked noises, withering in the worst pain they had ever felt,

“…o….dis….poi….”

Eggie could barely hear the syllables ushered from his throat, as the world around them begins to swim in colors…

For the first time, since they could remember, they feel pain making itself known and unbearable to their senses as their vision begins to blacken…

They turn and see Emet-Selc now, his face pale, his eyes wide, before they hear someone, or something screaming…

Then all is black.

When Eggie wakes up, they feel the embrace of another, they turn and immediately get spooked in their daze by the ever so peculiar Emet-Selc. They both stare at each other for several dazed moments, Eggie squirms, never before had he gotten close, made an attempt in harm, touching, anything—

“Ngh..let me go…”

“Where are they”.

….What?

Eggie struggles more, and kicks their legs as the mans grip tightens hands heightening to their neck and pressing upon their windpipe as if in silent prayer, slowly becoming more constricting..

“Emet-“

“WHERE ARE THEY”.

His grip suddenly tightens around them, and Eggies eyes widened as they feebly kick and choke out a gasp or two, his eyes stare back, wild, animalistic,

“H…stop…fuck…. FUCK!”

They violently shake them back and forth, his voice now a snarl,

“DAMM YOU AND THE BROKEN HUSK THAT YOU ARE”.

Eggie lets out a cry as his hand reaches towards their throat, intending to do something. They kick and snarl out and finally find a mark on his chest and throat somehow with their boots, colliding with his face and sent tumbling from within his grasp, spitting and gasping for air while he sits there with a growing red welt on his cheeks. He scrambles and moves like he never has before and screams at them,

“Damm you…DAMM YOU ALL FOR TAKING EVERYTHING FROM ME-!”

The man suddenly lunges forward hands outstretched. In requiem, Eggie takes their frying pan they had brought, slamming it as hard as they can with the force they can muster. It collides, making a sickening crunch, before the man is sent back. He laid there, dazed, his mouth and nose bleeding, his eyes wide and staring at the sky.

Eggie flees, they don’t look back, for in fear he may be back, would be back. They run until they collapse in the Crystariums halls, gasping for air. The Exarch having been there, jolts several feet back, clearly spooked before he rushes towards their aid.

“Aid, I require aid, quickly-!” The Exarch shouts.

The shouts send those in the Crystarium scrambling and soon thereafter the Scions are there, to tend to their fallen comrade.

Alphinaud tends to the few bruises and welts Eggie has themselves, while they remained silent, in fear. Even as the scions try in vain to ask what wrong, Eggie could not speak for the moment, fear gripping their heart so tightly it could burst. Clearly, Urianger notices this, and puts a hand on Eggie’s shoulder rubbing a few gentle motions whilst, speaking clearly for the others to hear,

“T’would seem our companion is clearly shaken, let us thus depart for a while, so that thou may gather thy bearings”.

Eggie looks at Uri, and quietly whispers a ‘thank you’. Out of them all, Urianger, really was the best at these types of situations, especially back when Haurchefant had died. At once, everyone backed off, and gave Eggie space. Something they later thanked everyone for, once they found the words.

Hours pass and once Eggie finds the will, they calm themselves, finding the will to somehow go back and proceed to recant their tale of having been attacked by the Ascian. Worried glances are exchanged, and puzzled ones where there as well when they recall the words, he shouted at them. Emet-Selcs words he so proclaimed, were puzzling and at the very least concerning.

That Night, Eggie could not sleep, for the fear remained. They may have very well almost died that day to an Acsian. A man, named Emet-Selc who till today, they had never seen become so undone. Their thoughts drift off towards what he says…what he screamed and for a moment…they felt…sad?

Their hand drifts towards their chest, as their eyes drift off and they try to shake off these feelings…confused, exhausted, scared. That’s all they felt, after everything. They see his eyes, shivering in disgust. His eyes had a wild look to them, desperate even. Something that up until this point they had never seen.

They close their eyes, trying to find the power to shake the feelings away, but found that they couldn’t and raised themselves to find…Ardbert,

“I can see your still shaken up by him”.

A sudden jolt, a look of terror passes, before the fury,

“Can you knock—?!”

Ardbert merely gives a nonchalant shrug,

“I would if I were corporal, yet here I am”.

He crosses his arms, brows furrowed as he too looked…troubled,

“I was there behind him, when you blacked out…suffice to say he was screaming about something or another…if I had blood myself It would have turned cold”.

Eggie merely gives Ardbert a look,

“…You’re not helping the anxiety much, Ardbert”.

“Your anxiety? I damm near shit myself-!”

“Man was screaming his head off! Never seen him like that…”

The sigh that leaves Eggie is heavy and Ardbert seemed to notice, since he falls silent soon thereafter,

“…Look, I don’t know what he was on about, with whatever but hes an Acsian, he’s clearly lost a few marbles here or there…”

“…Clearly, he damm near almost choked me out!”

“…Point taken”.

Eggie sighs and flips across their bed, as Ardberts walks, standing above them,

“…Look, I don’t know what hes on about but like hell am I going to see you sulk about it, stand up”.

“I really rather-“

“Eggie”.

Eggie sighs and heaves themselves up, only to be greeted by Ardberts fist,

“…What the hell are we doing-“

“A fistbump”.

“…For?”

“Because, tomorrow, you’re going to bring the darkness to the light-!”.

Eggie stared bewildered at Ardbert for a couple of moments, before they actually began to chuckle and then laugh, causing the man to sputter,

“C’mon-! let’s show them what for! You’re the Warrior of Darkness! Kick some ass!”

“…Fine, fine, ya big talking oaf”.

Eggie raises their fist and bumps it, the action albeit it is having gone through Ardbert, the man smiled,

“There ya are-! For tomorrow! For Norvrandt!”

…Eggie smiles, adjusting their glasses,

“…Yeah”.

“Lets do this”.

[theanishimori]

[deus-of-your-dreams]