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@uninanimate
Feet lamp found at an Indiana Goodwill
Date a girl whose a big fan of Luigi from Super Mario. Like, a huge fan. Sheâs a literal fan, with Luigi fan blades.
Visual representation of the area where uninanimates and spout up. I call it the magic bean.
Uninanimates Characters
Just a few characters in this verse Iâve developed since creating it. Iâve wrote some drabbles for most, but also Iâm kind of too picky to like them. Iâm still not sure where this project is going, but I think I would like to make these characters interact.
Reginald
Has existed, passed down in the same family for years. Â Quite obnoxious. Â Keeps bragging about his war stories. Â A hit with the kids in the family but the adults get tired of it. Â They love him, though, and no one would dream of getting him exorcised. Â Also a huge liar. Â Never even fought in the revolutionary war. Â Wasnât even killed in a duel. Â Was robbed, and bashed in the back of the head with his own unused dueling pistol. Â
Inferno
Once went by Fern. Â A little girl shoved into the fire by a frankly desperate and cold hearted mother in the early part of the 20th century. Â Now theyâre- a monster. Â A thing that runs the streets punishing those who hurt children. Â They also have a gang of child uninanimates under their protection. Â Inferno, too, is protected. Â The priests sort of have an agreement to stand back and let them do their job. Â Anyone who tries to stand in their way may find themselves having to contend with the mob.
Otis
Otis was always an aspiring actor. Â He might have had a decent career with his pleasant face and grasp of emotions- if not for that freak accident. Â Now he has steady work- in Canada, selling cereal. Â Heâs part of a commercial campaign with a CGI spoon- something involving him being mad that the spoon gets to taste the cereal and not him. Â And, itâs pretty much the only work he can get, as a living fork. Â At least in Canada he can have his own bank account and apartment.
Antonia
More of a cryptid, really. Â Thereâs this legend about this pilot with terminal cancer who was found dead in her hangar with injuries from being crushed under an airplane wheel. Â The offending vehicle was itself gone. Â The popular story is that she rigged the thing to roll on top of her and then became it. Â But others say that it was just stolen by a murderer. Â If Antonina is the plane, it would be nice to ask her about it, but no oneâs been able to talk to her for years. Â Itâs said Antoniaâs gone all over the world, and sightings of a bright orange biplane are a popular talking point.
Donna Flynn
They thought Flynn was dead. Â The low level mob henchwoman was poisoned so that she had no chance of coming back. Â They chucked her body unceremoniously in a river bound up in an old rug. Â But at the bottom of the river, Flynn regained consciousness- just long enough to drown. Â When she came back, it was with murder on her mind. Â She cut a swash through the ranks of the mob, creating her own crew of loyal followers. Â These days, Flynn is the boss. Â Sheâs a complicated lady, pulling the strings of the mob, the cops and the clergy. Â She also works in step with Inferno and their child gang.
Rick
A victim of several systems. Â Rickâs car became his tomb and then his prison. Â His family were hit both with the cost of insuring a vehicle uninanimate, and fixing him so he wasnât in so much constant pain. Â Thatâs when they contacted a transportation company with a charitable program. Â They would pay for Rickâs repairs, in exchange to the ownership of Rickâs vessel- and therefore Rick himself. Â They fixed him all up and gave him a paint job and then sent him to a far off city to work as a taxi. Â Rick is paid in only the promise that he wonât be exorcised so long as he behaves, and a small fraction of his fares which, heâs told, goes to support his family.
Windsor Pratt
A rare case in which uninanimate testimony did no good in his own murder. Â Pratt was found alone in his hotel room, strangled with the tie that now contained his consciousness, in a fairly compromising position. Â As much as Pratt tried to protest that his death was neither a suicide or an accident, the investigators just assumed that he was lying out of embarrassment. Â Pratt hadnât seen his attackerâs face anyway, and CSI could find no signs of struggle. Â Despite being a powerful CEO, Pratt was born and did most of his business outside of the magic bean. Â He hadnât willed himself to anyone, and his family hated him, so he became an unclaimed uninanimate without his company or a penny to his name. Â Having lost literally everything, heâs just about driven to madness, determined to catch his killer.
Benjamin
Ben was made uninanimate as a baby, though he hardly remembers it. Â Heâs a stuffed toy thatâs sealed into a very realistic chassis. Â Every year, his parents commission him a new chassis that has the proportions and look that a child his age should have. Â Money is no object for them, so Ben gets the best of the best. Â Even the best of the best is fragile, though, and Riley canât participate in sports or horseplay without fear of damaging his very expensive body. Â His parents hover over him, terrified.
The TVâs on, as usual, though thereâs no sitcoms or talk shows or Saturday morning cartoons. Â It may as well have be a cartoon for how much Reginald cares about the medium- but even the pistol knows better. Â The images on the screen are blocky and simple, in bright colors. Â Things tend to repeat- the screen is always centered upon the character in the middle no matter how much it moves, as stiffly as it moves.
âGrunkle Rej! Â Come on!â Â Heath calls from the couch, just as the center character wanders into a lawnmower with teeth, keels over, and explodes. Â âGreat, now I lost a life,â Heath mutters. Â
âVideo games certainly do make people talk about mortality weirdly,â Reginald says, floating next to the boy. Heâs sitting cross-legged on the rug rather than taking the empty couch. Â
Heath is long faced, with brown eyes that fill with excitement when heâs possessed of it. Â At the moment, he just looks annoyed. Â âI wanted to make it to level five without losing any lives,â he mutters. Â
Heath presses a button and his character goes from standing in a void next to the lives count to standing in front of a shadow-drenched Cathedral under a purple sky. Â The character starts to move, and creatures fly down from the rafters to attack them. Â Heathâs ready though, puppeting the poor slave to fire at the creatures with his automatic sword. Â Or is it a lightsaber? Â The character moves deeper into the level, leaving the church and stepping into a graveyard where heâs attacked by even more creatures. Â They looks like crawling chairs, flying pitchforks, bouncing tires.
âI havenât seen this game, yet,â Reginald says.
âItâs a rental. Â Itâs called Exorcizer.â
âSo the man in the game- heâs working out?â
âSheâs. Â And not exerciser. Â Exorcizer. Â Uh- itâs a translation, from Japanese. Â See, you play as a Resurgam priest, going around exorcising uninanimates.â
âUninanimates? Â So, youâre playing a game about killing people?â
Heath snorted, âTheyâre already dead, Grunkle! Â Or didnât you know that?â Â A new tone played on the screen.
âWhat was that?â Â Reginald asked.
âI just picked up a key. Â I can go back to the tomb and pick up an upgrade for my killer-cross.â
âCross? Â Thatâs not a lightsaber?â
âHaha, no, Grunkle. Â Itâs a cross. Â It emits holy light when I press A.â
Reginald just watches the lady priest send more uninanimates to hell with her sword, silent. Heâs seen the process done- heard the sobbing and pleading and crosses were put against uninanimates and the words spoken to make them no longer.  Saw the burns, too, left on the sides of some of their vessels after.
âSo, this is a game about burning the very souls out of people.â
âWell, uninanimates.â
Reginald turns his muzzle on Heath, disappointed.
âOh, donât look at me like that, Grunkle! Â Itâs just a game. Â And itâs fun! Â Besides, the uninanimates in this game arenât like you.â
âOh? Â How so?â
âTheyâre evil. Â Theyâre trying to kill me.â
âTheyâre probably trying to kill you because youâre trying to kill them.â
Heath doesnât answer. Â His character has entered a small room and is now slashing through a rush of flying knives and self-shutting wardrobes. Â Finally she dispatches them all and a small podium appears in the middle of the room. Â She picks up the item from it. Â âLook at this, Grunkle,â Heath says, and presses A. Â The lightsaber comes back on, but this time red, and snaps like a fiery whip.
Heath moves his character back to the door and says, âNah, Grunkle. Â It explains it all in the opening text crawl. Â These uninanimates have taken over a town and now theyâre killing all the people in it with knives and stuff to try to make new uninanimates.â
âVideo games are moronic,â Reginald says.
âPfft. Â Whatever. Â OK fine- theyâre not really evil- theyâve just been brainwashed by the big bad, U2.â
âSo youâre killing innocents?â
âJeeeeez,â Heath presses one of the center buttons and turns on Reginald, âwhy are you being like this, Grunkle Rej? Â Itâs a game. Â The motivations donât matter- all that matters is that you have fun with it.â
âWell, excuse me, guns donât have hands to play games, to we like media with proper narratives.â
âYou mean like the Epic of Gilgamesh? Â Oh wait, you were there for that, werenât you?â
Reginald cocks his trigger, âWatch it, kid,â but itâs a literal empty threat. Â He hasnât been loaded for centuries.
Heath sticks his tongue out, âJust a few days ago I was playing Contra. Â I was killing brainwashed people then, too, and you didnât say anything.â
âOh, that was ridiculous, though! Â They were just-â
âJust what? Â People?â
Just what, really, Reginald thinks to himself? Â What makes the act of killing an uninanimate more heinous than killing a muscle bound living man? Â Is it only that heâs himself uninanimate? Â Is it some bias on his part? Â
As Heath said, Uninanimates are already dead. Â Reginaldâs never been exorcised, but he is aware every day that heâs only lucky. Â It was a reality that cools his steel. Â He may have died before, but he doesnât want to go through it again.
Is his discomfort at some unjust thing- taking someone, whoâd had a terrible experience already, and boiling their whole existence down to a joke, or a violent act? Â Even a fictional one.
âTheyâre just- not as attractive as me,â he angles his muzzle to the ceiling in a cocksure matter, âyou understand.â
âOh crimany,â Heath mutters, and unpauses the game.
Yaâll talk about dumbass white people in horror movies, but honestly?
If I find a house I can AFFORD, in THIS economy? I wonât really give a shit if the walls are bleeding and the garden is full of human remains.
The âWacky Shackâ at the abandoned Williams Grove Amusement Park.
I dare you to go inside.
Is Baba Yagaâs house sentient?
đŽđŽđŽđŽđŽ????
THIS IS NOT THE ANSWER I WANTED
The Spirit of the Age, Raleigh, North Carolina, April 13, 1853
people are always like âare you a morning person or a night personâ and Iâm just like buddy Iâm barely even a person
*in a haunted house* *walls start bleeding and spell ďź Â ďź Â ďź*
*pulls out sharpie and makes it ďź9  ďź9  ďź9*
*wall bleeds just a bit more below it spelling out ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝ *
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My ideal man is basically a very friendly waterbed
âreally?â I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do