#DELIRIUM +LUNACY+

[foundationsofdecay]

g-d i HAVE to finish that doc about sundowning and the concept of both the namesake phenomenon itself and fucking LUNACY and all that entails. I am so obsessed with it

[writers-potion]

Hiii! I don't know if you already did it.

But I'm struggling on how to describe a character slowly losing it, slowly falling into madness, I can't find the words without them being repetitive.

Hello! Thank you for the question :) 

In order to be less repetitive, I suggest that you map out the stages of madness that your character will have. As the symptoms of madness become more apparent, your character’s experience would experience the world differently. For example:

Stage 1: Your character occasionally forgets things and sees an ant that doesn’t exist. 

Stage 2: Your character can’t remember 2-3 hours of their day, and the ant hallucination has now become a giant ant that talks. 

Stage 3: Your character loses the sense of time, and now thinks they’re living inside an anthill. 

Stage 4: Your character thinks he’s an ant himself

Like in the above example, you can vary the severity of symptoms going from “forgetful” - “blackouts” - “out of touch”. 

If you present different symptoms throughout the story, it would naturally be less repetitive than just having your character experience the same thing over and over. 

Focus on their body language

Vary the emotions your character experiences, like frustration, anger, fear, etc. The description you’d provide would be very different. 

Use analogies where adjectives won’t suffice. 

Alternative Words for “Madness”

Absurdity, craziness, delusion, foolishness, Hysteria, lunacy, Mania, mental illness

Stupidity, aberration, Delirium, derangement, fanaticism, irrationality, Neurosis, phobia, psychopathy, psychosis, unbalance

Words for Confusion

Befuddled, vague, confounded, amazed, baffled, disconcerted, shaken up, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, stupefied, muddled, mixed up, disorganized, befuddled, addled, at sea, unbalanced, unhinged, senile, indistinct, imprecise, blurred, nebulous, hazy, wooly, foggy, shadowy, dim, imperfect, sketchy, obscure, remote, puzzled, perplexed, stumped, mystified, nonplussed, at sixes and sevens, thrown off balance, discomposed, troubled, unnerved, dazed, stunned, astounded.

Words for Hallucinations

Delusion, illusion, figment of the imagination, vision apparition, mirage, chimera, fantasy, dream, daydream, delirium, phantasmagoria, trip, pink elephants, phantasm, pipe dream, conceit, castle in the air, cloud-cuckoo-land, fabrication

I hope this answers your question!

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

What do you think of the name Lunacy for Insanity it’s not much better but it sounds better and I think close friends of his call him Luna. I’m one of the people who like the idea of Killer and Lunacy as friends. They can both save, load, etc. Although I do think Killer would come out on top Lunacy doesn’t fight those he doesn’t think he could win in a fight against. Although, I do imagine a fight first broke out but after that they never really fight like that again I think they would fight one another for fun though. Killer goal to fix his soul to make himself Sans now also includes helping Lunacy with everything Gaster did to his mind and body from determination and the experiments. There both freaks I say this with love and I can just see the two traveling the multiverse getting up to whatever and then sometimes just crashing in random universes to take a break. I think they both would have some eating problems. Killer doesn’t want to eat at all and only does when it gets to the point in which it’s effecting him in battle. Lunacy because of his jaw doesn’t like eating solid food and puts all his meals in the blender regardless of what the meal is. Although he doesn’t partake much in food in the first places. I don’t think either really sleeps and when they do it’s not much so their up 24/7 doing whatever.

Insanity! Papyrus I like to call him Delirium. If Lunacy and Killer were friends I think Delirium would be the biggest road block between them. Cause, even as he is now even after all this time Killer loves his brother and every Papyrus he sees reminds him of his brother. I think he would want that find a way to help him either through death or just trying to make him a body. It would definitely be the big thing between them.

~Musical Anon

Hmmmm..they were a test subject, right? Perhaps they were originally given a code name that originally served as something dehumanizing, but perhaps he starts reclaiming it as their own with time.

Patient or Asset 0 is an obvious one, as well as 001 because Sans was the first who didn’t amalgamate. Maybe something like Subject DRS-016, which refers to a test subject, DRS meaning Determination Reformation Stasis, and 016 referring October 16, 2022 which is the date that the AU was transferred to UTF.

Perhaps Sans mentally thinks of himself as either Sans still or as whatever subject name he was given—but because he doesn’t really speak, hates loud noises, and their jaw is split—people tend to assign their own names and nicknames to them because he doesn’t often respond back and it takes extra effort and pain in order to do so.

Which not only runs the risk of his pain and the sound of his own voice aggravating and hurting him, but many do not have the patience to wait for them to get their words out or to decipher what he’s trying to say if they have difficulty with words.

Either physically because of his injured jaw and teeth, or because of his physically damaged skull and how that could effect his mental capabilities like organizing thoughts and speech, as well as his own difficulties with noise.

Which he could definitely have mixed emotions about if he’s able to understand this, and perhaps they’re not use to others putting in any extra effort to communicate with them and care about what they have to say.

I don’t know. Maybe people can leave a few suggestions somewhere and I can make it into a poll like I did for Deltaverse Frisk’s nickname.

[iwtvdramacd18]

First comes the delirium, but then the elation, mon cher. Every natural movement as if it's never been done before. You breathe with the lungs of many, and you will not believe how sweet the air can taste as it washes over your panting tongue..."

LUNACY-- teaser for a werewolf au

One last prompt to round off @iwtvfanevents Saint Louis of the Vieux Carré event, a different monstery take for Halloween

[dialpforpomni]

Case 2: Contracted Abstraction

Part 1: The Abstractions Begin

Where we left off°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°Next

The knock was soft, penitent, almost sorrowful. I grumbled, thumb and index finger across my nose. Another fan? Some crackpot with a Gloinks conspiracy theory? I could not abide it. But obligation called, or the dimmest flicker of some past moral obligation. I rolled a cigarette, the bitter nicotine a temporary shield against the lunacy to be unleashed.

The door groaned and the sight before my eyes made me nearly suffocate on my smoke. Chief Gummigoo, the notoriously inept chief of The New DigiYork Police Department, was wedged in the doorway, his jelly-like body trembling with excitement. He looked like a gummy gator in distress, and the documents clutched in his spindly hand did little to distract from the image.

He didn't waste time on small talk. He dumped the papers on my desk, spilling ash and abandoned coffee cups. "Pomni," he exploded, his voice low and thick with an Australian accent, "we have a problem. A big one."

I rolled back in my chair, my face expressionless. "Go on, Chief. What's got the PD all riled up?"

"Abstractions," he growled, the term heavy with ominousness. "Ten last week. Ten, Pomni! The city's on edge."

Abstractions. The mere word sent shivers down my spine. It was the ultimate horror within the Digital Realm– complete and utter loss of self, a horrific regression to a soulless, distorted monster, an eternally suffering creature surrounded by what appeared to be an eternity of colored eyes. Worse than deletion.

"And you came to me because…?" I demanded, already anticipating the answer. The NDYPD was notoriously awful, operating on bureaucratic tiddlywinks instead of actual detective work. When the situation grew desperately nasty, they always crawled back.

Gummigoo wrung his hands, the jelly-like sound somehow queasy. "We're stumped, Pomni. Completely stumped. The PD has never had a case like this. It's a chaos, it is!"

"Lay it on me, Chief," I said to him, sucking hard on my cigarette. "Any thoughts? Any patterns? Anything at all for me to sink my teeth into?"

He smoothed the papers, his brow furrowed. "There's… a pattern, or at least something our lead investigators brought to our attention. It starts with… an illness. Bad flu-like symptom, high fever, delirium… Then, the Abstraction."

"A disease," I put it away. "And you think there's a connection? Cause-and-effect?"

"We do!" shouted Gummigoo, with the look of relief all over his face. "We think that they become ill and start panicking and then start babbling nonsense, and then turn into a monster! We also think that there could be someone who's just faking it so."

My eyebrows shot up. "A mastermind? You mean someone's doing these Abstractions on purpose?"

"It's possible!" Gummigoo pleaded, his voice trembling. "We have nothing to go on, Please Pomni, help us."

I considered it. Abstractions were not just a headache for the cops; abstractions were an assault on the very fabric of the Digital City. An assault on the fragile veneer of sanity we all clung to. And the chance that someone was deliberately orchestrating this. it chilled me.

"Alright, Chief," I said, killing my cigarette. "I'll do it."

Gummigoo near-quivered with gratitude. "Oh, thank you, Pomni, thank you! We knew we could count on you."

"One condition," I said, raising a hand. "I'll need Gangle on this one."

Gummigoo was quick to agree. "Of course, of course! Anything you want. We'll make her available to you immediately."

Gangle, the officer with a deep understanding of the neuroses and fears, was the perfect companion for such a study. She was able to see the unseen connections, the hidden currents that eluded me.

"Something else," Gummigoo went on, his voice dropping in pitch. "Max… he's not good. He's already frightened. He called wanting to know why they weren't able to fix him."

My heart dropped. Max was a decent kid, always looking on the bright side no matter what in the never-ending hell we were all stuck in. The idea of him falling to the same, twisting into some horrible parody, was more than I could handle.

"Then we can't afford to lose a minute," I got up and told him. "Show me everything you've got on these cases, Chief. All the testimony of witnesses, all the test results, all loose ends of data. We have to find out what is driving these abstractions and put a stop to it before another one happens."

A bit later Gangle arrived at my office and Gummigoo went back to check on Max.

"First and foremost, what do you know about the abstractions yourself, Gangle?" I ask as soon as she walks in.

She nodded her head, the porcelain mask clicking softly. "They all say the same thing. Grumbling about fever, body aches, a feeling of...disconnection. Then they start muttering gibberish about nothing, about the futility of it all, about how we're all playing a game with no rules. Then, the Abstraction."

Detachment. Meaninglessness. It rang a bell. Like the feelings that gnawed at the edges of my own mind on my bad days.

"Anything on a possible cause?" I asked. "Anyone notice anything unusual?"

Gangle hesitated, her ribbon-like form swaying slowly. "One of the neighbors spotted a suspicious individual hovering around the building last night. Tall, hooded, with a face they couldn't place."

"A hooded man," I said, my gaze focusing. "That helps.."

"No," Gangle conceded. "But it's the best we've got. And they mentionwas of 'the code' and 'freeing himself'."

The code? Freeing himself? This was a virtual realm, an evil game world to torture and amuse. Had someone found the key to crack the code, to take advantage of the bugs and create these Abstractions?

The theory was terrifying. With anyone possibly getting into the code, anything could happen. They could reprogram the world, rewire minds, make us all brute beasts.

We had to find this ghost character. We had to find out what they knew and stop them before they could hurt us any more. This just got extremely serious. This beast could destroy everything.

That's when we had recalled that Queenie was ill. So. we thought that we should go see Kinger and Queenie.once again.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Selene (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Kitten by Endymion

Sel by Helios

Mom, Mother, Mama by her children

Sweetheart by her parents

Age- 31 (immortal)

Location- Elis, Olympius

Personality- In contrast with her twin brother's flashy and outlandish demeanor, Selene is much more introverted. She has a classy regal-like flair & is also passionate, sensual, and loyal- to those she loves. She's married.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. As Titaness of the moon, moonlight, lunar cycles, night, darkness, shadows, mind, subconscious, emotions, feelings, sensations, mood, behavior, prophecy, omens, premonition, intuition, instinct, reflection, madness, insanity, lunacy, delirium, femininity, womanhood, women, pregnancy, childbirth, menstruation, fertility, travel, journeys, wandering, navigation, sailing, water, oceans, rivers, lakes, tides, waves, dew, time, cycle, & months her other powers/abilities include lunakinesis (lunar energy manipulation), photokinesis; as it relates to moonlight, lunar gravitokinesis, fertility manipulation, umbrakinesis (darkness/shadow manipulation), communicating with/shapeshifting into her sacred animals, night vision, limited chronokinesis, being able to communicate with other nocturnal animals, dew manipulation, temporarily inducing a being with madness, limited sleep inducement, tidal wave manipulation, levitation, teleportation; by creation of moon portals, vitakinesis; by way of generated & actual moonlight, as well as limited chalázikinesis (cold manipulation).

Her divine symbols include the crescent moon, cloak, horns, silver, moonstone, torches, as well as the chariot.

A notable physical feature of Selene are her dark brown eyes which have flecks of silver.

Her sacred plants are the myrtle, willow, poppy, daisy, lily, rose, carnation, buttercup, orchid, & wallflower.

Selene’s natural scent is a mixture of lavender and lilies. 

She comes from a respectable Titan family. She’s the eldest daughter of Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light) and Hyperion (Titan god of heavenly light). Selene has a fraternal twin brother Helios (Titan god of the sun) as well as a younger sister Eos (Titaness of dawn).

Her nieces are Phaethusa, Circe (goddess of sorcery), and Lampetia. 

Selene is married to a mortal man named Endymion that has gained immortality. They currently share 25 daughters so far- a single birth, two sets of fraternal quintuplets, two sets of identical triplets, two sets of fraternal twins, and four single births. Some of her daughters include Pandia (goddess of the full moon), Ersa (goddess of morning dew), Achelois (goddess of the moon & comfort), Helena (goddess of the eclipse), Ioli, Cressida (goddess of the crescent moon), Esmeray (goddess of the half moon), Orani, Mona (goddess of the new moon), and an energetic two year old- Aurora (goddess of the celestial light).

She’s fluent in Latin.

Selene, her husband, and their girls live in the state of Elis, in a mansion bought by her parents. It’s built out of marble & ivory. Inside, the walls are made from moonstone. The roof is domed shaped- built from stained glass that shimmer under sunlight and emits a gentle calming light at night. The predominant color scheme is silver, gray, midnight blue, pearly white, & dusty pink. The flooring throughout the mansion is half glossy marble and half soft dark blue mink carpeting. The ceiling of the living room is a masterpiece of celestial art- painted with a large depiction of moon phases, swirling star patterns, and constellations. There’s stainless steel appliances in the kitchen in addition to Astrean Silver cupboards. The mansion is also baby proofed for the youngest children, some of whom are still crawling and learning how to walk. There’s also linen furniture with moonstone, glass, and marble furniture pieces. The mansion also has an observation deck- complete with telescopes for stargazing. 

Selene’s bedroom has a color scheme of pastel lavender, silver, and dark blue. The flooring is light gray mink carpeting. There are framed photos of her daughters, her other family members, as well as celestial art all over the walls. There’s also a faint smell of lavender. The king sized bed is an ultra plush dream with blue & silver satin pillows and many pale pink, dark blue, and light gray sheets & blankets. 

Her Astrean Silver chariot is in storage. 

The family also owns a vacation house in the state of Olympia.

The family has many cats as pets. There’s also the two immortal horses that used to pull Selene’s chariot.

She loves listening to classical, pop, and R&B music. Selene is obsessed with the song “Body Talk,” which was released by a Spartan noble named Hyacinth. Pale Blu’s song “Little Whisper Heart” is the ringtone for her smartphone.

Selene typically starts her day a bit late, considering that she’s up most of the night. She’s either cleaning up, doing the laundry, meal prepping, or pumping breastmilk for her youngest children. Selene has employed two full time night nurses- a nephelai named Avalon and an oread named Alaina. She doesn’t mind staying up at night as that’s when Selene has the most energy & clarity. If there’s a bit of free time before her daughters start waking up, she enjoys some quiet time with a book. 

She has a LARGE collection of romance novels in her library room- her favorite subgenres being thriller, erotica, paranormal, & historical.

Selene absolutely loves her wedding ring- an oval shaped halo blue sapphire ring that has a white gold band.

By the time the morning is in full effect, there’s no time to really freshen up, so she’ll settle for a quick cold shower before dropping off her oldest daughters at school and her youngest daughters at daycare.

Selene looks forward to the moment where she can fully relax- enjoying a warm bubble bath with her favorite lavender soap. She catches up on her reading and listening to music through her iCHOR Tech wireless speaker that’s connected to Musify.

A go-to drink for her is a diamond blue cocktail. She also likes mineral water, lavender tea, ginger ale, vodka martinis, her homemade iced hibiscus tea, champagne, pomegranate juice, cola, red wine, rum & cokes, medium cookies n’ cream milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon, as well as her homemade hot chocolate. Usuals from The Roasted Bean are a medium dark chocolate mocha and a large blueberry açai splash.

Before she leaves for work, Selene will check in on her husband, who’s generally lethargic, an aftereffect of his achieved immortality as well as a punishment that’s been lifted by Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning). If Endymion is asleep (which is usually the case), she’ll change the blankets on him and turn on the air purifier in their bedroom. If he’s awake, Selene will leave a cup of chamomile tea for him in addition to a bowl of rizogalo.

She generally has a romantic fashion style. Fabrics like silk, lace, satin, chiffon, linen, & denim are major staples in her clothing. Selene loves a good pair of high waisted skinny jeans. The color scheme of her clothes are primarily pastel hues of pink, purple, silver, blue, and white with pops of black & dark blue as well. Floral print as well as moon imagery are major motifs in her clothing. There’s her signature LBD (little black dress) hanging on the front of her closet. Staples in her closet include simple tees & tank tops, linen and silk blouses, leggings, mary janes, pointed toe pumps, ankle boots, flowing maxi dresses, midi skirts, tea length dresses, as well as silk & denim jackets. 

Selene is fond of wearing white gold and silver jewelry- her go-to accessory being a simple pair of white gold hoop earrings.

For high class events, she loves wearing elegant saris made of the finest silk and satin- embroidered with the most elaborate of designs.

For the most part, Selene keeps her makeup look generally understated with some mascara, eyeliner, some foundation, and lip gloss. She goes all out during social events- like date night with her husband. Selene’s fond of smoky shimmery eyeshadow in addition to a bold dark lip. 

A typical breakfast for her is a bowl of oatmeal topped with granola, honey, & dark chocolate chips. She also likes dosas with onion chutney, her husband’s scrambled eggs (added with tomatoes & black olives), as well as a bowl of Golly Grains cocoa craze cereal. 

Aside from riding her chariot through the night sky, pulling in the moon as an established Titaness in the past, another moment in Selene’s godly career was when she aided the Olympians in the fight against Typhon, a monstrous being that threatened the rule of the Gods. Her time left her permanently scarred- some raised jagged skin on the side of her waist. In Selene’s godly form, the scars glow like moonlight.

Long ago, she had a brief, but passionate affair with Zeus, all the while knowing that he was married to Hera (goddess of women & marriage). Selene got swept up in the emotions, finding the young king’s boyish arrogance and energy appealing. Before Zeus, she also had a long term relationship with Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music).

Something changed when she had her heart stolen by Endymion, who at the time was a shepherd, tending to his parents’ farm. Selene looked upon the mortal man with dark blond hair, pale blue eyes, a squarish jaw, and pink lips- silently declaring him the most beautiful being she’d ever seen. 

For months, she’d silently watch him on the farm- tending to the sheep with such grace & care, swim in the creek with physical prowess, and read in a cave on Mt. Latmos. One night, Selene came upon Endymion who was tending to a wound he suffered from earlier when he was practicing his archery with a few of his friends. “I can help sir, If you permit?,” Selene quietly offered. Endymion looked up at her in brief awe and shock. “An immortal. A Titaness. Why have you come here?,” he asked furrowing his brows. Selene sheepishly shrugged her shoulders. “I couldn’t find sleep. Your sounds of wincing kept me up,” she joked. Endymion smiled, his perfect pink lips giving way to his equally beautiful straight white teeth. Selene thought in that moment that she’d lose all sense & decency, but she maintained her composure. Endymion agreed and with her healing abilities, Selene healed the gash on his arm with divine moonlight.

For the next few months, Selene visited him nightly on Mt. Latmos. She’d almost be in a lucid like trance, watching and listening to Endymion read poetry passages & old epics. The sound of Endymion’s voice felt like soft silk caressing her skin. 

One night, Selene surprised him with a poem- a love poem she’d written herself about her feelings for Endymion. She was a body filled with frayed nerves as she nervously recited it, keeping her eyes on the parchment, knowing that if she were to look into his eyes, it’d be over. When Selene was finished, she abruptly tore the parchment into tiny pieces, letting them fall to the floor of the cave. She wrapped her arms across her chest. Selene looked up at Endymion, who was now standing in front of her. He caressed the side of her face with his thumb. “Forgive me,” she whispered unsurely. “What’s to be forgiven? No woman has ever written me something,” Endymion said as he placed a kiss upon her brow. He kissed her closed eyelids as well as her nose and then his lips finally met hers. The initial kiss was slow & tentative at first- their lips lightly grazing against each other, light & delicate. Selene moaned with desire as she brought her body close to Endymion’s- her fingers finding his naked chest through his chiton. He growled as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding its way to Selene’s. It was all consuming, sensual, and passionate. It was as if they were sucking the air out of each other. Endymion stripped his chiton off, placing it on the floor of the cave. He laid Selene’s naked body on it and soon found his head between her legs. She cried out in pleasure when she climaxed, the sound of her moans echoing in the cave. Under the cover of the full moon’s light, they made love. 

When the relationship was initially found out, Selene’s parents warned against it. “No good can come from being with a mortal,” Theia had said firmly, but Selene didn’t care. She & Endymion were in love and they were going to be together- for eternity. 

When it was found out by the king, it turned into a huge disaster. When Selene went to see Endymion at their cave, she found him by a bed of slate. At first she thought he may have been drunk, but when she got closer, Selene saw him, deeply breathing, his eyes closed. She tried shaking him awake at first, then yelling his name, but nothing worked. Endymion was still alive. Why couldn’t he awake?

It was soon discovered that Endymion had been cursed by Zeus, who was still feeling bitter over the end of his own affair with Selene. She tried pleading with Zeus for many years, but was curtly rebuffed or outright ignored. Selene during this time was an emotional wreck. She stayed at her brother’s place in Rhodes. 

After a “sit-down” with Selene, Helios, their parents, as well as the king & queen, the decision was made to have Endymion’s curse lifted. Seeing her love’s beautiful blue eyes made Selene the happiest being in all the realms. 

Her favorite frozen treat is cookies n’ cream ice cream- especially the cookies n’ cream ice cream sundae at The Frozen Spoon. Selene likes her sundae with extra cookie crumbles, chocolate fudge, & whipped cream. 

When the time came for Selene & Endymion to get married, they had a private ceremony on Mt. Latmos. Helios served as the witness while Zeuxo (goddess of marriage) served as the officiant. Selene wore a form fitting backless pale silver mermaid style floor length silk gown. Her hair was in a bouncy high ponytail and she carried a bouquet of white roses. 

After all these years, Selene is very dedicated to her husband- even with the lingering after effects of the curse. There are times when she feels like Endymion isn’t trying hard enough to push through- to be a more active & involved spouse and father. There are also prolonged moments when she sees the Endymion before the curse- whether its him reading bedtime stories to their youngest daughters, helping their older daughters with homework, cooking dinner, and even spending time as a family in the backyard where he makes s’mores for all of them. Selene is also proud of the fact that Endymion made the decision himself to sign up for physical therapy- to strengthen his weakened muscles.

In the pantheon & in her family, Selene is known for her delicious jalebis- a crispy and airy swirly shaped dessert made by deep frying fermented batter then soaking it in a sweet, saffron-infused sugar syrup. She makes them often.

She has a good relationship with her parents, despite their feelings towards Endymion. Selene knows that at the end of the day, they just want the best for her. Theia believes that he’s using the curse as a crutch to be a “freeloading self-indulgent bum.”

Her favorite desserts include Eos’ mangalore buns, Theia’s malpua (topped with cardamom & extra powdered cinnamon), as well as the cookies n’ cream rolls and blueberry baklava from Hollyhock’s Bakery.

She wishes that she was a bit more closer to her sister- as Selene & Helios were fully established Titans by the time Eos was born. She knows that she only ever calls Eos when she needs extra help with the girls, but Selene’s been trying to change that- especially since her baby sister is to be married soon.

The BLT salad with extra mayo dressing, bacon, & croutons is her favorite thing to get at The Bread Box. 

Selene loves all her girls- especially dressing them up in extravagant saris. Some of the oldest ones do embroidery with her. She feels bad for her eldest daughter Pandia who often volunteers a lot of her free time to help her and the nannies with the youngest kids. Selene wants Pandia to be a regular teenager. She tries to spend time with her girls individually as well as all together as a family. On occasion, Selene has given more attention to her daughters that don’t have godly powers/abilities.

Guilty pleasures for her include the lamb gyros from The Parthenos Grill- the restaurant chain owned by Athena (goddess of wisdom), a slice of pepperoni pizza, as well as the chicken nuggets from Olympic Chef. Selene will typically order a box of 20 nuggets (with plenty of barbeque dipping sauce) along with a medium order of onion rings. 

For her long lustrous dark hair, she loves using the Glory’s Crown deep moisturizing shea butter shampoo and conditioner. She also likes the ambrosia honey hair gloss in addition to the refreshing lavender hair mist. 

Selene and Helios still have a close sibling bond. Oftentimes, he’s the one that she voices all her frustrations to when feeling overwhelmed- whether it's about Endymion, her worry of being an adequate mother to her girls, or her personal feelings of melancholy. To Helios she’s the “teen whisperer,” as Selene’s been helping out with navigating Circe’s attitude. 

Her financial income comes from being a licensed midwife with her own private practice. Selene owns a birth center clinic in downtown Elis called the Mene Cradle Care. Her and her other employees provide primary care for women- including prenatal & postpartum care, family planning, as well as gynecological services. Selene also attends home births- for women with low risk pregnancies. 

Selene has even released her signature parfum called Moonmist. The notes of scents include rich black currant, plum, lavender, sandalwood, fluffy marshmallow, and fresh peony. A 3.4 fl.oz. bottle costs 80 drachmas.

In the pantheon she’s good friends with Astraeus (Titan god of dusk), The Pleiades (Maia, Electra, Celaeno, Taygete, Alcyone, Asterope, & Merope), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Hesperis (goddess of the evening & sunset), Aion (god of time, eternity, & the zodiacs), Felis (Titaness of cats), Epione (goddess of soothing pain), Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), Arktos (goddess of the night sky & constellations), Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence), Lyrikós (Titaness of voice & song), Nymphe (goddess of self-care), Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs), Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest), Philotes (goddess of intimacy, friendship, & affection), and Kéfi (goddess of mirth).

There’s also Alectrona (goddess of the sun & morning) who’s a close friend of the family. 

Selene was the official mentor towards Artemis (goddess of the hunt & moon).

She was mentored by another esteemed lunar deity- Phoebe (Titaness of prophecy, the moon, radiant intellect, & mystery). 

Selene also admires Nyx (goddess of the night).

For other means of income Selene models for/endorses her mother’s jewelry brand Euryphaessa, her eldest nieces’ designer shoe brand Phaelam, as well as Megaleio- the designer handbag brand started by Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown).

Kéfi gifted her a gorgeous sapphire blue moon jeweled clutch from Diamond Ave. Selene has also accepted her invitation to attend the upcoming NOFW- New Olympus Fashion Week. 

Selene enjoyed her most recent birthday- which was a laidback celebration at home. Endymion surprised her with breakfast in bed and afterwards they made love in the bath. During the evening, he helped some of the oldest daughters cook some of Selene’s favorite foods- like pastitsio and rajma dal with white rice. Pandia, Achelois, Esmeray, Cressida, and Ersa presented their mom with a cake they baked- a deflated two layer cake made from cookies n’ cream batter. They put way too much store bought vanilla frosting- mainly to cover the burns. Selene was touched. Even though the cake didn’t particularly taste all that good, she still ate a slice. 

She enjoys watching true crime shows as well as soap operas on TV. Selene’s a new fan of the paranormal romance drama Marked by the Lycan- which follows a young mortal woman named Melina who enters a very torrid & steamy affair with a werewolf shapeshifter named Aiden, the head of a ruthless motorcycle club. Selene sets up her digital recording device that is installed with her TV to record episodes of the show while she’s at work. 

In her free time Selene enjoys yoga, swimming, running (especially in her shapeshifted wolf form), hiking, gardening, cooking, pottery, going to the cinema, oil painting, going to the spa, shopping, tai chi, and spending time with her family & friends.

"I still rise with the moon."

[raytm]

hc + 🤝 but for both gep and sparkle against my scampo bc i can’t get enough of your thots

and hc + 🎡 for gep

hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual. hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon.

gepard finds sampo an ambiguous presence in his life, simultaneously stirring and insufferable, he thinks himself unsuspectable to his ridiculing but he’s not. the things sampo says to him stay with him, rending him apart from the certitude he has had in his own life, it’s strange, cathartic, to be forced to challenge his own concepts and ideologies. he’s lived a linear life guided by stringent regulations, felt himself satisfied with the way his life would play it because it is a grand, respectable thing to be what was intended of him, sampo makes him question that aspect of his life, it’s good, because it forces him to think further outside of himself than he would otherwise allow, it’s bad because it’s addicting and it makes him realise he isn’t as immutable as he would like to be convinced he is. it’s hilarious to me because as bad as sampo is for him and how scarce the prospect of them ever being end game is, the things sampo represents in his life are inherently good for him. besides the criminality, that’s not great. sparkle and sampo were once fellow revelers, violence follows their silent footfalls through life and calamity bites at their heels, it was a recital teeming with delirium and zeal equally. she misses him, it’s an obscure concept to her because sparkle’s conscious is not inherently accommodating to concepts otherwise ingrained in other people, she doesn’t view others as something to be treated morally, she views them as game pieces, or inanimate objects that she can manipulate to her whims. he holds a different position in her eyes, which is an abnormality in what makes sparkle up and this, plagues her in his absence. she wants to see him suffer, to tow him through the more depraved lunacy possible because she believes, perhaps wholeheartedly, that he is deserving of it, that it will bestow him the liberty to exist as they once had, because who can be sated truly with the crumbs he has left for himself now ? she knows him to be a liar, she’s a liar herself, but how much of his life and the contentment he plays at are deceitful. she wants to find out for herself, she wants to take it away from him. It’s a twisted rendition of fondness she holds him in and it’s only making her sicker. gepard has a good many hobbies, none he’s particularly talented in. it’s been a practice in his life for a while, serval mentioned in passing once that he was too dedicated to his work, that there should be room for enjoyment in his life as well as duty. so he takes time out of his day to trial them, as if he’s seeking one that will really stick, but he has yet to find it. he had plants, he surmised he would be good with them because of his diligence to structure in his life, however, different plants require different amounts of care and he accidentally drowned some whilst starving others of nutrition. baking, he tried baking, it wasn’t that he was inherently awful at it, it was more so that he somehow made things taste deplorably plain while also follow a recipe to exact measurements, also serval gently teased him because his decorative skills were rather lacking. currently, he takes time to visit serval shops and aid her in her work, it’s a hobby, he thinks, he’s good with his hands, can wrap his mind around the concept of constructing things and improving them, so he’s not bad at that. he also spends time scrapbooking the photos that lynx sends to him, usually through serval, and sends them back to her, he’s uncertain how she receives them, if she thinks they’re pleasant or garish ? but he does so because he’s seeking to establish more of a bond with his younger sister. their whole family dynamic is off kilter because of how much of his life work takes up. he also goes out of an evening and feeds the local strays, the cats tend to like him and they follow him around sometimes, he’s given them all nicknames but they’re rather awful as his sister has informed him - he does not have a talent for giving names. 

[foundationsofdecay]

ok so this is a bit far-fetched when you look at it at first glance but i want to make a post talking about sleep token and the actual sundowning phenomenon as well as (ideally) delirium the idea of lunacy in the most literal sense of the term, in my head it does get a touch personal at times but i'm having some trouble getting my thoughts together on it, i know i'm posting this when a lot of my st mutuals are asleep but if anyone was interested in discussing it i'd love to collectively even just talk about it/bounce ideas or make a collaborative post

[tobermory-d-foxxo]

I see you there in the dark, coward, slinking by like some broken thing/

You think I wanted this? This blade in my hands? It's all a part of the lunacy you sing/

I feel your breath, a stagnant festering ether, I leave you in the dirt, with worms and filth/

You believe you have won, returning to the ground which birthed your wretched worth/

You praise of a time which you have not seen, only read, and desire a fire to burn it all/

Yet this madness, this delirium which has possessed you, denied you of sound mind/

Causes you to wither in your ministrations of false hope.

The fires of inferno come for us both, wretched brother of my father's ilk/ 

Your fortitude has failed you, leaving you ragged and shorn as the ewes of elder days/

I welcome the conflagration, that my flesh and yours ignite in the fires we deserve, may you burn/

A sirens ululations and deep pockets led you to this, this pox of taint and ruin/

And still you scream and dance this pantomime of faith, a fools errand.

I see you there, whisp, spectre, shadow of the man I once knew, sickened by your inane drivel/

This steel feels cold, even with the crimson of your ichor on its blade, it's not enough/

‘tis never enough, not even to see the lifeblood of your kin on the ground before you, no your greed can never be sated/

You cut me to the quick in the name of honor, but what would vermin know if such things?

This instrument, this apllicator of mortality, shall too taste in your energy/

You coward! Striking while my back is turned like some vile cutpurse or sneak knife/

We were brother once, now no more, as this silver flash bursts forth sanguine in an instant, and still once more.

It's cold, now, such lovely crimson spoiling the powdered snow/

Two names lost through a notion of nobility/

A question of morality, a dubious contention, and a fleeting grasp on reality/

The angels come for me, singing me forth to a place you will not see, a place of honor/

But what would vermin know of such things?

What would vermin, know about such things?

[madhousedarry]

The Omen: Legacy of Lunacy | Chapter 16

At this time, Nar-Tai and his friend Ando were walking arm in arm through the night Pet-el-burge. Not long before, they had decided it would be best to leave the hospitable pine forest so that the two big shots could pluck each other's needles in private.

Of course, this wasn't meant to be taken literally. Obviously, this wasn't about actual pine trees, pine cones, and pine forests, but about Jorge Osorio, Deadend Graver, and the Pet-el-burge headquarters of the VRLJ corporation, which, in case you've forgotten all about the adventures of Asia Scallop and "Damien The Thorn", was involved in the creation of biological weapons, namely clone soldiers.

But at that moment Nar-Tai and his Joponese friend were too busy with their own thoughts to pay attention to such trifles as etiquette or propriety - so their gait was a little strange: both of our old acquaintances moved their legs with the speed of the turtle Tortilla from the cartoon "Buratino", walking to his secluded place in the depths of the swamp…

But no! That would have been too much, even with all the desire to offend the feelings of the honorable gentlemen. They simply looked bad, which was not at all surprising after half an hour of non-stop gossip in the company of Jorge Osorio and Colonel Deadend Graver.

Now the fact that these two looked rather ridiculous next to each other was quite understandable due to the fact that if one of them was a superhero with steel skin and platinum bones, the other was a very ordinary mortal, who, in addition to everything else, wore a geeky-looking white coat over a strict suit, while his muscular friend was dressed in a discreet, but rather flashy (don't try to understand this) combination of a red short-sleeved shirt and stereotypical The Omen Ican jeans.

Generally speaking, our two acrobat brothers were so different from each other that it was unlikely that anyone could say for sure what their true relationship was; most likely, it remained a mystery to all who had the good fortune to see these two together.

Except maybe Colonel Deadend Graver and one other person in the universe, namely myself, because I am firmly confident in my relative opinion of Nar-Tai and Ando Minamoto.

I refer to my own person, Darry Madhouse, only because it seems appropriate to me to quote here the late Professor Trottelreiner concerning my own inner world.

Although no, my little green friend, this is clearly not what you expect from me, so I'll better save this quote for a more appropriate occasion, for example, to show it off in the comments under my work, but for now let's pretend that I didn't break any fourth wall and didn't try to address you directly, okay, my little green friend?

So, Nar-Tai and Ando were walking slowly up the street, admiring the views of the night Pet-el-burge, when suddenly their attention was drawn to a certain man who was lying by the wall not far from the entrance to a certain restaurant with a very unusual name "Born Speleologist", and the pose of his body indicated very serious alcohol intoxication, the so-called "delirium tremens" - although he himself would have claimed the opposite, if he had been able to string together at least two words now, but since he was sitting motionless, leaning his back against the wall and spreading his arms and legs to the sides, Nar-Tai and Ando decided that he was either dead drunk or dead dead, forgive the tautology.

They came closer and saw that there was a distinct black spot on the asphalt under the subject's feet.

Coming even closer - so close that they smelled a rather nasty smell - the friends finally realized that it was a puddle of liquid, and not blood, as it seemed from afar, but…

"Urine," Nar-Tai said quietly.

"Yes, it's me," came the reply.

Both of our friends stepped back, looking at each other with a mixture of horror and surprise - like, who said that? And then they both burst out laughing: after all, it was the voice of that same drunkard who was now lying in front of them!

They looked at him more closely and noticed something strange about his appearance. He was wearing some strange pants made of rough fabric of an indefinite color, which was very, very close to the color of shit in a village toilet.

The upper part of the stranger's body was hidden under a black cloak like those that maniacs love to show off on movie screens, only in this case, underneath it was not the brutal vest of the same color that Nar-Tai and Ando expected, but simply some kind of crumpled and sweat-soaked white office shirt with unbuttoned buttons.

They could not see the stranger's eyes, because his face was hidden in the shadow of a black hat with huge brims, but judging by the fact that the overall impression he created was generally quite positive, he was a middle-aged man, certainly no older than thirty.

While our friends were looking at him, he suddenly raised his head and looked at them. And then Ando recoiled from him in horror - the thing is, he saw that the stranger had red eyes that glowed in the darkness!

"Vampire!" the Joponese man screamed, and his hand automatically reached for his left trouser pocket.

However, a merry laugh that suddenly came from under the hat made him stop. The stranger, still laughing, found the strength to raise his right hand from the ground and with its help pull the hat off his head.

Now it was Nar-Tai's turn to be surprised, because he immediately realized that the drunkard who had pissed himself in a half-reclining position was none other than…

"Dmitry! Dmitry Kurnosov!" Nar-Tai exclaimed joyfully and, not paying attention to the puddle of urine in which the alakash was sitting, rushed towards him to embrace him.

"Why, that's Tairymbayev!" Dmitry Kurnosov didn't remain in debt, "And I thought that I suddenly saw on the streets my dear Pet-el-burge friend from my distant childhood, spent by me in sunny Alma-Thou?! And who is this pussy-eyed one with whom you approached me?"

The last words concerned Ando Minamoto, who, having heard a far from flattering definition from the lips of a person who was a complete stranger to him, was ready to lose his temper and count all the ribs of the person who insulted him, but the steel hand of Nar-Tai immediately stopped these reckless actions, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and shaking him a couple of times, like a kitten that had pissed in his slippers.

And only then did the little Joponese boy realize the futility of his behavior and wilted. Nar-Tai, ignoring him, continued to attack his former classmate with questions.

"Why are your eyes so red? Did you install Linux on your computer?" Nar-Tai asked him, looking into his red and glowing eyes.

Dmitry Kurnosov, without answering the question, suddenly opened his eyes wide for no apparent reason. Nar-Tai turned around reflexively, thinking that he had seen something out of the ordinary, but seeing nothing worthy of attention behind him - not counting, of course, the barracks gates - he immediately turned back.

He saw how Dmitry Kurnosov, who was still sitting in a puddle of his own urine, pulled down the lower eyelid of his right eye with the middle finger of his left hand, then put the nail of his right index finger on the lower edge of his eye and moved it down.

And before the stunned eyes of Nar-Tai and Ando something opened up that they had never expected to see. Dmitry Kurnosov's right eye instantly acquired a healthy look and winked playfully at both of them.

Nar-Tai, still not understanding what had happened, looked down and saw that in the palm of his former classmate was a small red translucent object, fourteen millimeters in diameter. It was…

"A lens. Nothing personal, just a contact lens!" Dmitry Kurnosov said cheerfully, "I made it myself. What did you think? I don't just live in this city. I have training here, The Blood Polygon, all that stuff, you know? And you say Linux… I would never install it on my computer, even under threat of death! LINUX IS FOR LAMERS! Any computer geek will tell you that! ALL THE SENSE GUYS USE WINDOWS! Oh well, we'll talk about it later, some other time…

Nar-Tai, without saying a word, watched as Dmitry Kurnosov, stopping his monologue, again opened his eyes wide and, carefully pressing his upper eyelashes with the index finger of his left hand, pulled down his lower eyelid with the middle finger of his right hand and, lifting his head up, brought the index finger of the same hand to his eye and carefully placed a small object on the white part of his eye, after which he immediately looked down at his feet and, not paying attention to the fact that there was a puddle of urine right under his nose, finally took his hands away from his eye and began blinking uncontrollably, closing and massaging his eyelid.

And when he finally tore his gaze away from the puddle between his feet, Nar-Tai and Ando saw that his left eye was once again glowing in the darkness, like the eye of a vampire or a ghoul. And this eye wasn't just red - it seemed to glow from within, as if a small flame were burning within it.

Nar-Tai and Ando simultaneously looked at each other with horror: they realized that this was not just a lens, but a lens that was an integral part of Dmitry Kurnosov's current appearance!!! It was simply terrible.

But what was even more terrible was that they couldn't understand how he had come to such a life, and if it had turned out that the reason for the drunk's madness was a magical compact disc made by the video game master Monolith Productions several decades ago… Oh, sorry, I couldn't resist referring to "Holeraiser", heh-heh!

Be that as it may, it was too much. Nar-Tai and Ando, without any further discussion, were about to leave this place, but Dmitry Kurnosov's cry, heard from behind them, made them both turn around.

"Guys! Why are you leaving your friend on the street when he's drunk, pissed himself, and in general not in the condition for everything to be "sweetest"?" Dmitry Kurnosov said with some strange intonation. "And I, in fact, got into trouble, ran away from the barracks without jerking off or resting!"

Ando, who was still upset with the guy for calling him "pussy-eyed", frowned and, trying to stay as far away as possible from the drunk who continued to sit in a puddle of his own urine, said to him:

"Listen carefully… If we don't find you here sober in five minutes, you can consider your life over forever!"

"You, pussy-eyed, want miracles from me," Dmitry Kurnosov responded peacefully to this evil remark. "Where have you ever seen a person sober up in five minutes? Have you ever had a drink in your life? There is no such person among living people! Got it?"

"I drank, I drank, I'm a complete alcoholic," Ando hissed through his teeth. "Just not beer, but port."

"You're going to drink my piss now if you don't take back what you said five minutes ago!" Dmitry Kurnosov suddenly yelled."

Nar-Tai, realizing that a squabble on the topic of alcoholic drinks would not lead to anything good, repeated the same "pissing kitten" operation with Ando in order to bring the Joponese man to his senses in this way.

And when he put Ando on his feet, he was no longer burning with desire to punch Dmitry Kurnosov in the face. He only said:

"Okay, okay, I agree," and without waiting for a response from Nar-Tai or Dmitry Kurnosov to his words, he turned his back to both of them and walked away.

Nar-Tai waved his hand at his Joponese friend and turned to Dmitry Kurnosov, who at that time was trying to get up from the asphalt, but his ass kept sliding in a puddle of urine and so he was floundering on the ground like a complete fool.

Nar-Tai had to hold his nose with his left hand, grab his former classmate by the collar of his black cloak with his right hand and lift him off the ground. When he did this, Dmitry Kurnosov finally looked like a man, not a drunkard.

"Thank you, bro," he thanked Nar-Tai, trying to shake the drops of urine off his brown pants, but it was pointless because he had pissed all over them.

Nar-Tai, who continued to hold his nose with his left hand, did not even think of saying anything to him in response to his gratitude, but simply turned his back to him and rushed to catch up with Ando, who had almost disappeared around the corner.

Dmitry Kurnosov, not paying attention to the fact that his pants were wet with urine, quickly followed him, not understanding where his feet were taking him. He walked along the street, not seeing anything around him and thinking only about not losing sight of Nar-Tai and Ando.

The latter had already caught up with each other by this time and were silently heading forward, and, hilariously, they didn't know where to go either! Words couldn't describe what was going on in their heads - their complete ignorance of what the hell they needed to do brought the situation to the point of absurdity.

And only when Dmitry Kurnosov finally caught up with them near some house built in the Art Nouveau style, Nar-Tai and Ando, smelling the aromas of his piss-stained trousers, abruptly stopped in their tracks and turned to him, and while Nar-Tai's face expressed concern, the Joponese man showed with his whole appearance that he was disgusted when a drunkard in piss-stained trousers and with red glowing eyes was chasing him.

"Dmitry, you're an idiot!" the Joponese man was the first to speak up. "Are you fucking nuts, running after us in your piss-stained pants?"

"Are you fucking nuts too?" Dmitry Kurnosov answered good-naturedly. "I'm just going home to change!"

"Home, you say?" Ando looked at him suspiciously. "Then why did you follow us, my dear?"

"Because you, blockheads, are going in the same direction as me!" Dmitry Kurnosov blurted out proudly.

Nar-Tai, who had been playing the role of a silent witness during this constructive exchange, suddenly realized that this was the moment of truth.

He turned to the Joponese man and asked him:

"What do you think, should we go and visit him? Let's combine business with pleasure!" and, without waiting for the Joponese man's answer, he turned to his former classmate. "Don't be angry, Dmitry, but Ando and I can't leave you alone like this," and, to back up his words with evidence, he pointed to his piss-stained trousers.

Dmitry Kurnosov measured him with a glance, and a spark of understanding flashed in his eyes. He nodded his head:

"Okay, guys, follow me," and he went forward.

Nar-Tai and the Joponese followed him along the sidewalk towards his house. Dmitry Kurnosov walked ahead of them at a distance of ten meters, and Nar-Tai noticed that he was trying to stay in the shade of the trees, and on top of that, his gait had become too smooth for a drunk as hell man of about thirty.

He walked as if he hadn't been lying in a puddle of his own urine a few minutes ago, which Nar-Tai found very, VERY suspicious.

He even thought that hypnosis was probably involved. And when they finally approached his former classmate's house and he began to open the door with his key, Nar-Tai no longer had any doubts that Dmitry Kurnosov was clearly in some kind of trance.

And if he had had some doubts about this before, now they disappeared completely, because he saw how his former classmate, without taking off his shoes, walked straight down the corridor to his room and disappeared behind the door.

A minute later he came out of there already in new pants, which no longer stank of urine, but in all other respects they were identical to the previous ones. Nar-Tai and Ando were already glad that at least they would not have to hold their noses while communicating with the owner of the apartment.

But when they entered the dining room and sat down at the table, Nar-Tai realized that whatever had happened to Dmitry Kurnosov in his room in such a short time as one minute, and no matter how he behaved, he was actually under hypnosis!

He was in a trance, and it was evident in his eyes, in which even behind the red contact lenses it was noticeable that the spark of mischief that was so characteristic of Dmitry Kurnosov in his normal state no longer burned.

Nar-Tai didn't know for sure whether the hypnosis had also affected him, or whether it only seemed that way to him, but he could say one thing for sure: in the room behind the locked doors, Dmitry Kurnosov did anything but put on new pants.

It was much more likely that he had simply traveled back in time to a time when he was not yet in piss-stained pants, and when Dmitry Kurnosov came out into the corridor to him and Ando, it was not the Dmitry Kurnosov they had met then at the Born Speleologist restaurant sitting in a puddle of his own urine, but the Dmitry Kurnosov who, in general, had not yet managed to step into a puddle of his own urine at the "Born Speleologist" restaurant, and had taken place if not a day ago, then certainly in the morning.

This was supported by the fact that if that Dmitry Kurnosov, who ran after them in piss-stained trousers and then walked them to his apartment, was dead drunk and not a fool to chat, then that Dmitry Kurnosov, who came out of his room to them in un-piss-stained trousers and was now sitting with them at the same table, was on the contrary as sober as a microscope slide and behaved somehow dryly and during the entire meal did not utter a word, not even such inevitable interjections during dinner as "Awesome gravy", "Give me salt, moron!" and "Fuck, it's hot!"

In general, Nar-Tai already understood that a completely different Dmitry Kurnosov was sitting in front of him - namely, the Dmitry Kurnosov from last morning, and not from this present evening.

And it was both scary and strange. Or rather strange - after all, what's scary about a sober, albeit silent, man of about thirty? Not some Alien!

But, on the other hand, what could be stranger than a person who, having managed to go into his room for one single minute, immediately wash, dry and put on his pants and still manage to sober up?

And if that's true, then what the hell happened to Dmitry Kurnosov in his room? And what was this strange hypnosis that he had transferred with him from the past to the present? Nar-Tai didn't know.

And he thought that he would never know, because as soon as he thought about it - and even before it came into his head! - Dmitry Kurnosov suddenly jumped up from his chair and rushed to the door leading to the balcony.

Having reached it, he opened it, went out onto the balcony and began to look down. Nar-Tai and Ando exchanged glances - they understood each other without words: Dmitry Kurnosov was in a trance so deep or even simply unconscious that he could not see anything around him. But he did not seem to notice this. He stood on the balcony and looked down - into the darkness outside the window.

Nar-Tai even thought that he had seen some irresistibly beautiful chick down below - well, at least Asia Vieira, with whom his friend Ando Minamoto was in love - but he didn't have time to finish his thought, because Dmitry Kurnosov suddenly turned to them and, giving each of them a strange look full of sadness and regret, immediately turned his back on them and completely unexpectedly jumped down.

Nar-Tai jumped up before the Joponese man, who opened his mouth in horror, and immediately rushed to the balcony, but it was too late - Dmitry Kurnosov was already lying on the asphalt, and his brains, which looked like a huge walnut, fell out of his skull, which had burst like a chicken egg.

In words, this combination of food products sounds quite appetizing, but in reality - not at all! Especially if you know that these words were used as synonyms, because it is obvious that a human skull is not a chicken egg, and that brains are not nuts!

Although, the author of these lines had the pleasure of communicating with individuals who, upon closer acquaintance with them, it turned out that if there was not shit in their craniums, then certainly a couple of tiny walnuts!

And she, that is, I, am even sure that she, that is, my, has a sister by gender (that's how she put it!), whom you, my little green friend, had the pleasure of seeing in The Fourth Omen, and, who knows, even jerked off to on the sly, or rather not to her herself, but to the faggot who played her, well, you know who I mean.

In short, this cunt has a rotten, shriveled, and completely inedible tiny walnut rolling back and forth in its head, surrounded by long black hair, instead of a brain!

Why is this so - the author, that is, me, will not explain, because you yourself, my little green friend, must figure out with your sperm-filled brain why things are exactly this way and not any other way! Okay, that's not the point.

[jenngerbread13]

#VillainValentine Day 2 - Dance with Darkness

EmetWoL - T

Picking at the non-existent filth out from under their nails, Kerina walked past the Manager of the Pendants and up to the Wandering Stairs. The chronometer in their room had read three past midnight when they finally decided they needed something much stronger than willpower to help them finally sleep. Weary eyes never leaving the floor until their feet stood in front of the counter, searching for help to make sense of their inflicted madness and growing delirium.

Glynard knocking on the counter underneath Kerina’s hanging head woke them from their stupor as they jerked their head up to look at him. “What’ll it be? You’re looking rough tonight.”

Letting out a half-hearted chuckle of exasperation, they shook their head and held up one finger “Just one old-fashioned, please.”

Nodding, Glynard set about mixing the drink and handed it to Kerina when he was done. “I’ll be watching you. You know my policies,” he said with a knowing smile.

Kerina gave a small but appreciative smile back. They’d learned of all the small ways friends tell each other they care. It was not always an overt ‘I love you’ but sometimes a more subtle ‘take care’ or ‘I’m watching you’ and it gave them a bit of small comfort that they had found friends here in the Crystarium.

Turning around they headed towards their normal table back near the celebration table and a frown instantly formed. He sat there, in their seat, watching the crowd swirling a glass of red wine absently in one hand, the other supporting his chin. They quickly tried to avoid his notice, darting their gaze to tables far away, nearer to the markets and railings.

“You’re up rather early, or awake rather late, Hero.” Kerina heard him call out to them and they pretended to not hear him.

Fuck. He was the last person they wanted to see let alone talk to. They pretended not to notice him or hear him and walked towards a table away from that mess. He did not need to know or get close enough to have any inkling of what made them now feel their face burn hot with shame. There was no way he could no. No way he should know. Did he know? Fuck. They had to find out, otherwise it would consume their every last waking thought until they knew for certain. 

Stopping in their tracks, they heard his voice again “I know you heard me. You of all people should know that cooperation is a two-way street and if you’re wanting me to be civil, then that would mean you are as well.”

Fine. I’ll play your game. For the first time in a while, a smirk crossed their lips, before quickly disappearing behind a mask of indifference. It’d been a long while since the ability matched the skill to be on their level. It wasn’t the one-mindedness of his violently inclined great-grandson nor was it the sheer lunacy of Lahabrea. No, this was different, subtle. Intriguing. “Forgive me for being tired, I didn’t want to burden you with company that might be less than amicable to anyone.”

“Burdens growing too rough for you, Hero? After all it seems that upon the morrow which lay only a few hours from now you and your merry band will set out into Rak’tika to search for an audience with Master Matoya. One wonders how that will go now that you are on the First.” Swirling the glass around in his gloved hand with effortless ease, his eyes never once left them.

“Same as it always goes. Some new land, some new mystery, same old bullshit and keeping me in the dark. They think I don’t know until now something is up. That they’re planning and not telling me about it until they can find a way to fix it and pretend nothing was wrong at all ever.” Kerina sighed and sipped their drink not bothering to look at him, staring out into the Crystarium instead “I hate they think I’m stupid.”

“So you don’t trust your companions? The ever present Scions of whom you’ve helped through so many occasions? Why stay if such is the case, after all it sounds like it would be almost madness to do so.” The infliction in his voice, the swirling of the glass to distract, it was a game. Not of strength but of words. Of wit. Of intellect. To draw them out of their shell so he could find their weaknesses.

“What other options did I have besides inaction? What other options do I have now unless I ever want to go home? I simply cannot sit idly by and watch others flail about in search of answers. I need to help, in whatever ways I can, even if I am being selfish in reasoning.” Placing the glass down on the table, they folded their hands in their lap, staring down at them.

“Surely the Hero of the Source is not the only one being selfish for wanting to go back. Certainly your other companions pulled here against their will would love to go back too.” A small smile tugged at the edge of his lips. Doubt. It would serve him well here along with its bedfellows, mistrust and conflict. After all, that would leave them with no one to turn to for honest answers besides him and he prided himself on his honesty, no matter how brutal it may be.

Looking over at him after rolling their eyes, he couldn’t help but maintain the slight smile after their blatant display of sarcasm on their face and a long drawn out ‘no’ before they sipped their drink. Raising an eyebrow he urged them to continue as they shook their head and stared at him out of the side of their eyes “Well, you can quite clearly travel back and forth between shards with no issue. I can’t exactly do that. Not yet anyhow. I hadn't known I needed to figure that out until a few weeks ago. I at least got to the point of being able to poof to known locations on Eorzea without needing a cost of tickets or gil.”

The swirling stopped. His eyes for a fraction of a second grew wider before a laugh erupted from him and he slammed his glass down on the table, spilling a bit of wine over the side “You’re telling me, Hero, that you can teleport without a cost for compensation? And there’s no ill side effects?”

“Listen, I can’t do it as well as any of you can, okay. But at least I’m trying. I’m teaching myself. I’m learning far beyond what anyone wanted to teach me, or let me learn. I’m figuring it out on my own because I know it scares people. Seven hells half the things I can do that I can’t explain scare me. But I forge ahead anyway to learn. To grow.” Exasperated, Kerina shoved their seat back and moved to leave but his hand shot out and grabbed their arm, strong and insistent.

“Then what do you say from learning from someone who does know? Who could teach you more than any of the books in this tower could offer. You certainly don’t shy away from danger in other situations.” Scooting closer to them, he gently let go of their arm and placed his hand over theirs. “Think on it, Hero. After all, you do seem to delight in dancing on the edge between light and darkness.” 

Drawing their hand out from underneath his, they only offered a single, confirming nod before downing the rest of their drink. They hated his habit of being comfortable enough to touch them. It really didn’t lend credence to his fear of them being a slayer of his brethren but somehow, for once, someone being this close was comforting. Granted, Kerina knew they were the cause of his misery but at least they had someone to be miserable on this gods’ forsaken shard together with.

[opalescentegg]

bat and tongue of dog for the Halloween asks please! :3c

Thank you for the ask!

Bat: What animal would be your familiar?

A cat! Pretty basic, but I was half-raised by a pair of them, so that's what I feel most at home with. Tongue of Dog: Open the nearest book to you onto a random page and write what you read. Oh, boy, it's Moby-Dick: "...was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a straight-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentrated cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahad, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold fore potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object. "This is much; yet Ahab's larger, darker, deeper part remains unhinted. But vain to popularize profundities, and all truth is profound. Winding far down from within the very heart of this spiked Hotel de Cluny where we here stand--however grand and wonderful, now quit it;--and take your way, ye nobler, sadder souls, to those vast Roman halls of Thermes; where far beneath the fantastic towers of man's upper earth, his root of grandeur, his whole awful essence sits in bearded state; and antique buried beneath antiquities, and throned on torsoes! So with a broken throne, the gread gods mock that captive king; so like a Caryatid, he patient sits, upholding on his frozen brow the piled entablatures of ages. Wind ye down there, ye prouder, sadder souls! question that..."

[yogamathappiness]

Hamlet by Ronnie Barker

In olden Scandinavia when standards of behaviour Were rather lax and Income Tax was tuppence in the ducat Denmark's democratic king one day became a static king. He went to rest, became non est, in fact he kicked the bucket.

He had, it seems, been victimised. The reason for his quick demise Developed from a charming trick of brother Claud, the thug. Who, while the king was sleeping sound, came silently a-creeping round And dropped a deadly poison in the royal Danish lug.

Then to the Queen, a flirty gal, he whispered: 'Listen, Gertie gal, Now I'm the king and everything we might as well be one. So, when we've had the funeral, or even rather sooner'll Just suit me fine, oh Gert be mine.' Gert said: 'It might be fun.'

The former king had had a lad, called Hamlet, and a sadder lad You never saw, a royal bore, an autocratic dope. In introspective reverie, he'd spend his day forever. 'e Could ask for nothing better than to sit around and mope.

One night upon the battlement, or so the tittle-tattle went, A ghost was seen in shades of green a-frightening the warders. The sergeant, one Sebastian, said: 'Blimey, 'ere's a nasty 'un. Go fetch the prince, this 'ere's against the current Standing Orders.'

When Hamlet came the fear he'd had all vanished as his eerie dad Told how he'd died. young Hamlet cried, and not without a wince, 'He poisoned up your ear'ole Dad? Then I'll avenge you, dear old Dad.' 'Thank you kindly,' cried the phantom. 'Not at all,' replied the prince.

'I'll sham,' he said, 'delirium, and worry 'em and weary 'em, Produce a play, and in this way suspicion I'll dispel. He went too far, as soon as he decided on this lunacy The things he did quite soon got rid of half the personnel.

While in a boudoir chatting there, he said he heard a rat in there. Ignoring the demean-our of the queen and looking on, He shouted, 'For a duck it's dead.' right through the arras bucketed And stuck a yard of rapier through his mother's best cretonne.

His statement was eroneous; he'd done for poor Polonius, Who, embarrassed, from the arras tottered out and sadly said: 'As to make a rat o' me, then puncture my anatomy, Call this a lark?' With which remark, he hit the carpet, dead.

Polonius a daughter had, who reckoned that she oughter had Ha' wed the prince some ages since, but all he did was mock 'er, By saying, 'Dear Ophelia, I really feel you merely are A silly slut.' - a cruel cut, which sent her off her rocker.

She chanted snatches sundry, sighed, went out into the countryside, And climbed some trees, still chanting glees, a little off the key. Alas an envious slither there dropped her into the river there And, quite serene, she last was seen, a-heading out to sea.

Her brother, name of Laertes, imagined he could slay at ease Young Hamlet with a poisoned sword which Uncle Claud had lent him. But Hamlet soon discerned the trick, plugged Laertes and turned the trick Then made a spring right at the King and rather badly bent him.

Meanwhile a jug of lemonade the King had with some venom made Caught Gertie's eye, and feeling dry, she drained the poisoned jug. While Hamlet, still rhetorical, got rather allegorical, Some phrases coined, then quietly joined his mother on the rug.

And while the bodies dropped around, Horatio, who'd popped around, To see the end, and superintend, came through the palace doorway. With Fortinbras and legions of hairy great Norwegians, Who trampled in with pomp and din and seized the throne for Norway.

The moral of this story, boys, is don't be Death or Glory Boys, Don't try to rule, or maybe you'll find you are apt to bungle. Don't bother with detection, lads. Just stick to introspection, lads, Be kind, be good, and if you would, try not to stab your ungle.

The End

[spectershaped]

Now that I'm on KotH's last season, I think I can say with some confidence that Hank's characterization is the secret sauce that ties the show together and the few duds I've watched mostly fail to get that right

The thing is that a) Hank is a middle-class Reaganite but he's (almost) never bigoted in an overt way because that's not funny; and b) Hank may take to Normalcy like a duck to water but the show usually understands the fact that Normalcy is contextual and that Hank's idea of it is rooted in the shimmering delirium of suburban neoliberalism (Texan Forme) and, once you scratch that, you find a man who is as lowkey deranged, as neurotic, as characterful as the rest of the cast. Once you decide that Hank is the only reasonable man, if a rather stodgy one, among the sea of sitcom lunacy, you have completely lost the plot

[cilil]

8 and 12 for the ainur asks!

Thanks for the ask dear!

8. What would you be like as an Ainu (Vala or Maia, domain, etc.)?

Most likely a Maia of creativity, hyperfixation, delirium; just ranting and raving and lunacy. I'd put all those wild ideas in people's minds to inspire them, like a chaotic version of Olórin.

Who knows maybe that's exactly what I'm trying to do here -

12. What would you like to create?

I'd love to help Irmo create the Olórë Mallë (Path of Dreams). I feel like a lot of people need a spiritual road to Lórien these days so they can find rest and healing at least in their dreams.

[bladeofdestruction]

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