pledge your allegiance to the monster you'll become.

the manipulator. sideblog.

[yomielprime]

-rolls around, seems like someone wants attention-

“Hey, little buddy.” Yomiel scoops his cat up into his arms and holds him close. “Starved for attention, eh? I know the feeling.” He nuzzles against Sissel, trying to remember how to feel.

“I’ll keep you company as long as you remember to stay with me, sound good?”

[yomielprime]

“Sheesh... Just the things I didn’t want to deal with today...”

(“Maybe if I’m quiet I can sneak off...”)

[yomielprime]

“Why?” he asks, gazing up at the night sky. “Why didn’t you kill me? Huh? You got an answer? Why did you do this to me? I know you’re out there, right? You wouldn’t just... I was supposed to die, and... and you did this to me, just me. Why just me?”

The gods don’t answer. Maybe they never will.

[yomielprime]

(huh, that’s proof i need to clean my inbox--)

[aseaofquotes]

David Wojnarowicz, “Spiral”

[yomielprime]

(verses tba:

444 minutes before - pre-five year mark. can only manipulate small living creatures, eventually larger creatures and humans.

44 minutes before - five-year mark. the first manipulator incident occurs. yomiel is planning the other crimes/has just executed them, depending on preference.

4 minutes before - one month before game events, up to the date the game events take place.)

[spoolodetectives]

M!A: Switched abilities 4/5

[feverdreamsuggestion]

you’ve been missing for years. you’ve been missing for seconds. you don’t know where you’re supposed to be. it’s not here.

[screenshotsofdespair]

[virginiewoolf]

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Diarios.

[yomielprime]

It feels like it hasn’t been very long, and at the same time it feels like he’s been this way for a year. The calendar keeps him grounded in time, at least. That’s good enough.

Yomiel breathes. In. Every day he hopes for something -- for some sensation, for something in him to start working again. It’s futile.

“You never really know what you have until it’s gone, eh?...”

[yomielprime]

“... It’s just a trick of the light.”

[ a promo for a spook. massive ghost trick spoilers. ]

[ about / rules ]

[yomielprime]

They don’t see me, he thinks, as he slips through the crowds. It’s gotten easier. A little easier to seperate himself from people. People need social interaction. People need to be seen and heard and understood.

But not him. So he must not be people. Not anymore.

They don’t see me or hear me.

He passes through, pulling his sunglasses out from a pocket and putting them on. It’s easier when he doesn’t have to see them look at him, past him, through him.

But... did someone turn their head to look?

[neptunememes]

your past is dead  YET  it still haunts you  AND  you let it