comes from nowhere

If landscape were the genius of creation And neither man nor serpent played a role And God must look to wind for lamentation And not to picture postcards of the soul, Would he have rested on his bank of cloud With nothing in the universe to lose, Or would he hunger for a human crowd? Which would a wise and just creator choose: The green hosannas of a budding leaf Or the strict contract between love and grief? affiliated with isola hypergiant

[youcallthisautopia]

A good friend died recently. I want to take some time to focus on personal things and work, so I’m gonna be dropping Yoli (the Kindred Hunter) for now. I may put Lucas on hiatus or semi-hiatus, undecided as of yet.

If anyone wants to reach me, my twitter is at nemesi5_ and my discord is nemesi5#8063.

[youcallthisautopia]

🛋

Lucas isn’t a super social butterfly or a party kinda guy, but if it’s close personal friends he loves hosting them at his place.

He’s kind of a homebody at heart, even though he does get messy when he isn’t doing so well. Having pleasant company over is a good motivator to get him keeping his space tidy.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

[youcallthisautopia]

Drained

Why’d you even come around if you’re going to be such a downer?

Everyone can easily become happier if they acquire these few simple new things!

Can you just not take a hint, or what? Way to bring down the mood.

I got my eye on you, boy. Don’t even think about tryin’ anything funny.

Seriously, it’s like he goes out of his way to be sad or something.

You could at least try to smile.

Boney’s head rests heavy on the bedside. The dog looks up at him, dark eyes doleful and worried. He whines, smacks his chops, tongue peeking out the tip of his muzzle.

It’s late afternoon, but Lucas hasn’t found it in him to do anything these past few hours but lie in bed and drift in and out of uneasy sleep. He doesn’t stir much, only moving his arm enough to gently stroke his dog behind the ears. Boney turns his head, licks his boy’s hand.

Poor boy. He’s starting to get hungry, Lucas is sure. Okay. Up and at ‘em.

Takes him a good deal longer to get himself up and out of the bed than he’d prefer, but he’s up. Finally. He crosses the few feet to the other end of the house, catching his reflection in their sole mirror. His hair’s an unkempt disaster. What else is new?

He really shouldn’t have gone into town yesterday.

Lucas searches the cupboard and retrieves a few eggs and the flint, lighting the stove and readying the sole frying pan. Boney sits beside him, head tilted and ears drooping with a look that plainly says “Lucas, are you feeling OK?”

“I’m okay enough,” Lucas replies. Expression absent, he starts whipping the eggs into a wooden bowl. “Thanks for reminding me.”

He focuses on keeping the omelet from getting too thoroughly cooked, though his mind keeps wanting to wander.

He shouldn’t dwell on it but he can’t help it. Lucas can’t exist solely on his own. Boney is a pillar, but he can’t bake bread. And Flint’s never around anymore, so of course he has to go into town every now and again.

Ugh. It wasn’t so bad before, but after anyone that expressed any drive to help him out was driven out by lightning strikes...? He can’t rely on Alec; his grandfather is basically incarcerated. Lighter’s too busy trying to salvage the wreckage of his family home. Who even knows where Duster is, or the older girl from the castle.

The lightning is merciless. It’s as if God himself has a grudge against him, taken sides with the invader. No one but the passive and unsympathetic remain in Tazmily. It’s a wonder the people there are willing to sell him anything he needs to live at all, taking all the open hostility into account.

He flips the omelet and lets it cook for just a moment more before sliding it out of the pan. He cuts it in half, the center just soft enough to begin flowing out. Half is deposited into Boney’s dish. He sits down to eat his share.

It’s edible. Compared to Mom’s it sucks, but considering just how drained he feels it’s a miracle that it tastes this decent.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Send a feeling/emotion and my muse will talk about a memory or a time involving it

Grief

Loneliness

Aggression

Rage

Joy

Peacefulness

Empty

Loss

Overwhelmed

Frustration

Drained

Anxious

Excitement

Enriched

Knowledgeable

Passionate

Crippled

Uneasy

Nostalgic

Empowered

Defeated

Victorious

Vengeful

Included

Crazed

Uncontrolled

Kinship

Loved

Unloved

Unrestrained

Chained

&+ your own word!

[ravenwroth-blog]

It’s hard to find somewhere quiet, but Raven manages. So far, the entrance near Savior’s Respite is usually pretty good bet, so she makes her way there and settles down to meditate. She’s always meditated regularly, but she won’t deny that it’s become an even more frequent habit without the rest of the Titans around to disturb her, or an actual job. As a result of this though her mediation is, admittedly, not as controlled as is its norm. 

[youcallthisautopia]

Archi... Archae... hm.

Lucas keeps overhearing conversations about some scenic place in that one part of the city he can’t pronounce. He doesn’t have much to do, so he goes there. There’s apparently some morbid history to it, according to one account, but everyone else just talked about the flowers.

It’s pleasant. The flowers are still in bloom. The scent is... strong. Maybe too strong—it’s unsettling. There aren’t... sunflowers over that hill, are there? The thought puts a strange lump in his throat.

He doesn’t realize it, but he also feels a certain pull. Those two factors get him considering whether to double back, and he ends up pacing around the entrance.

...It takes him a minute to realize he’s traipsed right into someone’s personal space. How long had he gone without noticing her sitting there? Her eyes are closed, but she’s muttering something. Ah, jeez. I’m such a klutz.

“Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Wait.

“Did you know you were sleeping in the air?”

[25centword]

Anne pursed her lips as if in thought before nodding her head once more. She couldn’t imagine anyone without friends - however herself had not one for thirteen years until she met Diane. Her wondrous kindred spirit. She wondered if she’ll ever see her again.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I could be your friend. It doesn’t hurt to at least get acquainted, right?”

Offering a smile now, Anne hoped it would make him feel less uncomfortable before it lessened some. She couldn’t argue it wasn’t suspicious, but no harm came from it as of yet, them being there. Trapped. No, they weren’t trapped. Were they?

“Aren’t you a little curious? I mean, one can imagine what’s in store. Though, I can’t help but be worried now that you say it. If things turn ugly, I may never seen Green Gables again, and you’ll never see your own home! Do you think we’re in trouble?”

[youcallthisautopia]

“You’re very kind.”

He flashes a brief smile back. “Lucas.”

Er.

“...My name. It’s Lucas.”

He’s probably doing this out of order. It feels overly formal for someone to outright ask to be friends, though he appreciates the notion.

“Trouble can mean lots of things,” Lucas replies, “but I think, as long as you have a home to go back to, then there ought to be a way.”

A hand goes to his chin. Curious... the word tastes foreign these days. In some senses he is. Everything feels so blunt is the issue. Vague unease is all he’s got.

Yes, he wants to know exactly why he’s here... but it’s so exhausting to think about. He’s tired enough to begin with. Lucas doesn’t have it in him to try and figure this stuff out right now. He wishes he’d get lucky and find someone who can explain everything in the most straightforward terms possible. Where’s Leder when you need him?

Is it sad, to lose your sense of wonder? He’s never devoted time to thinking about it. If so, then... it’s a good thing that this girl’s curiosity is intact. He wouldn’t mind a friend like that.

Lucas realizes he’s been doing it again. Staring at some fixed point, troubled intensity on his face while someone’s waiting on him. He’s gotta stop that.

“Anyhow. No guarantees I won’t be a troublesome friend, far as trouble goes. But if you’re up to it, then I should ask your name, too.”

[youcallthisautopia]

daathicae‌:

The words stung. Ion hesitates at first, making his presence known before speaking up. This boy…he sounded just like Sync. Clutching his chest, Ion’s voice is soft.  “While that’s true…it doesn’t mean those that are unlucky are doomed to be unhappy forever.”  He’s right though–ultimately strength didn’t matter in the end. 

“Oh. I was... kinda talking to myself.”

It’s so awkward when people just respond to you out of the blue. Then again he’s ruminating on random conversations he’s been eavesdropping on, so it’s only fair to be a good sport about it. He guesses. Lucas shrugs.

“Not even just happiness. I was thinking more just living your life in the first place.”

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[youcallthisautopia]

Help. Watched Digimon The Movie 2000 with a couple friends and have come to the realization

that I could legitimately use Wallace as a faceclaim source for Lucas.

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“Weak, strong... doesn’t matter if you’re unlucky.”

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@pazifica

Lucas’ house pantry has been dwindling. Problematic when you have no money. By some dumb luck he’d caught word of a magnanimous provisions supplier, but in this sort of place, it seems too good to be true...

He takes a pack of gum off a shelf and idly tosses it in his hand.

“Hey, you staff here?”

He tests a nearby lady for an answer, though he’s not actually sure if she’s affiliated with this place. It’ll be awkward if she’s just some random person browsing like he is... but he goes on asking anyway.

“So is this place for real when they say you don’t gotta pay for this stuff? Or is there a catch?”

[youcallthisautopia]

(TENTATIVE) MINI STARTER CALL

No cap...!

...but this will be selective. I don’t want to put out any more than 2-3 starters at the absolute most.

Feel free to like this post! ...just know that it may or may not result in anything. :p Note that I might IM interested parties if I want to clarify any ideas I might have regarding interactions. peace

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@ultimatexcross

The parks near the house he’s designated are finally quiet enough to venture out to. Now that the festival’s over, the day is quiet, and Lucas can find the place pleasant. All the lights, crowds, noise, it’d just been an overload to avoid. Too much on his mind right now. He could handle maybe one person at a time and that’d be it.

This “city”, such as it is, isn’t like the one on that lonely island off the coast of Nowhere. That’s not to say he likes it, or his circumstances, yet there’s a sense of... authenticity here that’s a minor source of peace. At least the place has trees. It’s not completely dreary. Uniformed soldiers don’t march down the street. No chimera charging at him in a blind frenzy also a decent sign.

...Something else comes charging soon enough. Ah, it’s a little grey dog! Who seems to be greatly enjoying bursting through the piles of dry crackling petals below the soft pink trees overhead. The sweater suggests this one’s got a companion, who must be nearby...

Surely it wouldn’t hurt to try calling out. Lucas could use the company of a dog, if just for a little while. At that moment it really strikes him just how much he misses having Boney around. Wherever he is, Lucas can only hope he’s being taken care of...

Lucas’ face lights up when the dog responds and comes trotting over. He kneels, extends a hand to sniff. He doesn’t try going in for the petting just yet, but he speaks to the hound softly. Not far away, he feels someone else approach.

“Koromaru? That your name? I like it,” says Lucas, and turns his head to the boy who walks up. His heart skips a beat. He couldn’t even begin to guess at why. For a moment he thought he’d felt something familiar, but...

No, this guy... is a stranger. Lucas smiles politely.

“Hello. Are you his human?”

[youcallthisautopia]

hey, tumblr? can we sit down and have a little chat about your promoted posts?

please?

[25centword]

“You have no idea how long you’ve been away from home?” Anne said her words slowly, as if understanding what he meant. She isn’t one to blame others for not knowing, as it was difficult. Even she didn’t know quite the time spent there. Not that it mattered, really.

One of the reasons she chose the boy was indeed the similar age range. The redhead had better luck with children - considering she friended at least half the kids in her class - than adults. It helped, in her case. Adults hardly liked her right off the bat. But maybe..

Slowly the child nodded. He could take all the time in the world and she would be patient as possible. “I..believe so, yes. A new place, with who knows what or who and the possibilities are endless of what the future could bring. I wonder the reason why; surely it took an extreme amount of will power to bring everyone here. Have you met anyone? I have acquainted myself with a few already and luckily for me, all were nice so far. Do you have friends here?”

[youcallthisautopia]

Lucas grimaces, gives a slight nod “no”. He can’t explain himself and he doesn’t want to, anyway. It’d been... only days since he’d seen the last of the island, right? Yet it felt like he’d been asleep for years, mired in uneasy dreams...

“I... don’t know. I don’t think I do,” He answers uncertainly. “There’s nobody I know here, far as I’m aware. But I haven’t really gotten out at all. Haven’t really tried.”

He shrugs. He won’t mention it’s due to the sheer extent to which he’s cloistered himself away thus far. Awkward.

“I just don’t know if I... trust all this,” Lucas adds, gesturing around vaguely as he refers to the city as a whole. It’s all far too suspicious, for reasons personal and practical. He can only sigh. “I don’t like being involved in things I never asked for. S’pose it’s good that people have been kind anyway.”

[youcallthisautopia]

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“Not bad, on the whole. Quality’s dependent on individual, of course. Some unpleasant. Most’re decent. Special mention goes to dogs, who got the greatest butts of all.”