#cryptic writing

[sunny-days-and-warm-mournings]

Rules of Revelry

— Be kind to those who gifts you fruit and honey, the trees had given their bounty but the roots held things you cannot refuse.

— If a child gives you a crown of flowers, a bracelet of daisies if you are as kind to yourself as you are to the ground that holds, you can bend down and tell them your secrets.

—They will giggle and laugh, because they are beings from someplace else and their duty is to make you theirs. Slowly, until they own your secrets and you'll see your name in a goblet of wine.

— The crows you see overhead is not a warning, but a welcome to the land. You will hear them croon and you will find trinkets in the brim of your hats.

— The ravens are different, for they are there to welcome Fall. To whisper to the falling leaves and sing to the little bones underneath the gardens. They are there to welcome, always, and they bare their teeth to those unwelcome.

— Pine cones and pine needles make great fires. Throw a cone into the hearth and you'll see life brimming from it's sap.

— When it is Spring, you will see the deers prance about in the forest. Sometimes there are things hanging from their antlers— lovely things like chains of delphinium and baby's breath touching their ears.

— Sometimes they fall off and you can take them. Just don't take them too far away from their home or something else will follow you.

— Summer is different. You bend down to the shores of the river and the fish are grown too big for their own good.

— You will see their eyes shimmer underneath those waters. Glittering like pearls or glowing like forgotten amber. Be sure to catch them.

— Fall is where you'll hear the singing. In Spring, you'd hear a subtle hum that followed the deers and the touch of something from the petals. In Fall, there is someone singing, like a siren of the mountains.

— His voice had brought down nations, and the men who had followed his voice had always come back different. There is a fog in their eyes, a shake in their bones and they go to the forest at the middle of the night. Their remains found hanging over the branches of old trees.

— Festivities is what they call that voice. That celebration of wedding and funeral bells, the cries of birth and grief, the joy of life and living. Good seeds from forest fires. Bones of archaic things that makes you wish you were there to witness.

— That was only a good thing.

— Winter is where you'll find those half-decayed corpses of animals that doesn't exist. Ivories from the first breath of a renewed life. A sacrifice to be made so that Festivities wouldn't raze Winter's heart to the ground.

— You must build a shrine. It doesn't quite matter where you'd put it as long as it important. The one who will hear your prayers will find you amusing, and think to entertain you.

— Festivities loves gifts, and even more so gifting them. He loves many things from wine to little bundles of dried up flowers, old liquor and the freshest of meat, old clothe stitched with tears and flesh and iron, bearing the weight of decades in it's hem. He loves them, and he will cherish them as much as he cherishes those who greets him.

— (He was cherished, too. Because those who were touched by death and tragedy were changed in a way that cannot ever be the same. They yearn for relief, pray and sing for it, and they sacrifice what needs to be sacrificed in order to achieve it. He was loved and he was heaven because all living things always loved to hope.)

— Festivities is a gentle wild thing and he will tear you apart the moment you forget who you are, but he will grieve for you for the way only gods could.

— Only go into the forest in the Spring and Summer, but not until the sun is drowned out by the beat of the void. There are things there that weren't always monsters, and have never been monsters or could've been monsters at all. As obsolete as the moon, as hazed as the rustling of pelts and the swish of ashen feathers.

— (Mabon loves Festivities. Samhain and Yule, too. Ostara and Litha spoil him, and Imbolc and Lugnasadh and Beltane kisses his hand. Festivities welcome them like a lover who cannot be loved.)

— If you find gifts on your windowsill, usually after dawn, be sure to return the favor and leave honeyed fruits at the edge of the meadows.

— They tell you you shouldn't give your name to the Faefolk, but you cannot change your name to the One Who Feasts. He already knew you from the moment you cried the first time, and every achievement that left you grinning.

— Festivities loves you like tragedy does to peace.

[metalloverr]

On June 17, 1997, Megadeth released their seventh studio album, CRYPTIC WRITINGS. What is your favorite track from this album?

[chiffonlime643]

do you hear them?

the screams? the wind? the breath of the person in front of you?

the sigh of the murderer behind you?

a regretful memory passing its way through. it weaves its way through your skin. hollows out your bones. shoots through your veins. inserts itself back to where it was borne from; a brain filled with monotonous reminders left with nothing but numb nerves and an empty stomach.

breathe in

breathe in

breathe in

breathe in

breathe

[acemdzsfan]

What if Sizhui somehow got his hands on it and was able to make Sense of some of it because he was there? And like some of the chapters and doodles unlock really good memories about his dad and aunt Qing and Uncle Ning? But then last part unlocks memories of the siege.

My headcannons on the Yiling Laozu's Evil Notes on Demonic Cultivation™️:

Full of shorthand that makes no sense. Zero. Nobody but WWX knows what agsbsu is short for and at this point they're too afraid to ask

Xue Yang, showing a page to JGY: maybe im just an uncultured dumbass or smth but whatever the fuck does it mean to "put your entire cultivationussy in the talisman"?

"As shown in fig. 1-" (fig. 1 is a bunch of stickmen that look like theyre doing something but nobody knows what)

Mo Xuanyu and Xue Yang pour over two pages for three weeks because they don't know what the fuck a "spirit with the most disgusting, blood-curling rancid vibes" is and so they can't summon it

"If you want to revive the consciousness of a fierce corpse follow these steps: 1. Don't"

There is a page in which "ALL JINS ARE BASTARDS" is written in capital letters and underlined three times

Long winded description of a process followed by "...at least i think thats how i did it tbh i was busy trying not to die, need to revise this"

Detailed step by step demonic cultivation thing interrupted by a grocery list

"Blood pool gets very cold, needs to warm up or it clogs and the texture is horrible, do not recommend."

"Resentful energy will sing annoying songs in your head when you try to sleep. Avoid sleeping."

Then there's more haphazard stuff that makes no sense at all anymore, like it was written in a frenzy

The last few pages become some sort of blood and tear stained journal

"I'm sorry, Shijie. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"I hope Jin Ling can forgive me for taking his parents away."

"I wish Lan Zhan didn't hate me so much."

"This is pointless."

"They're coming to kill us all tomorrow."

[cryptic-symbols]

mountain goats litany for survival: I am gonna make it through this year it it kills me

mountain goats litany for divorce: hand in unlovable hand

mountain goats litany for justice: I’m gonna bribe the officials, I’m gonna kill all the judges

mountain goats litany for revenge: I will personally stab you in the eye with a foreign object

mountain goats litany for weird kid pride: wearing my lizard suit to the party

mountain goats litany for meeting word count: the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you and you are standing in the doorway

mountain goats litany against nonsense and also handball: I did not come to play handball

mountain goats litany against anti-intellectualism: I use the term advisedly according to Webster's 9th New Collegiate, definition 4b

amen

[webshood]

Bruce and Talia in their on-off arc, where sometimes Jason would wake up and Talia was at the manor, they would play happy family for a couple of days before things went wrong again, Talia managed to fill up an entire album with pictures of the three of them, valentine's day, Jason's birthday, their skiing trip for the winter holidays – Dick went too, but refused to have a good time, he was just there to make sure Talia wasn't poisoning Jason's mind.

Talia later on re-created these moments with Jason and Damian, he was catatonic for some of the photos, but after she got Jason's stuff figured out it was all smooth sailing. So while on his murder tour, Jason had to go spend a week with his pseudo-mom and a five year old Damian, because she wanted to keep record of her boys growing up.

She has a album full of infant-toddler pictures of Jason and her, "mommy and me" style that he has no idea how she managed to get done.

[musingsbymimi]

I hate when I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat because the fugue in my nightmares overtook my body and entered reality whilst my unconscious self was left to wander the waking world without my knowledge and I find myself standing in the middle of a cornfield despite living in an industrialized zone in Alaska.

[alonsolobotomy]

duality of my drafts rn:

"i need a girlboss so bad i am sooo fuckin lonely"

2. "(some cryptic quote you'd never guess where i got)"

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #127

Clockwork knew it was getting dangerous for Danny in his dimension. His parents were getting dangerously close to finding out his secret and unfortunately this timeline they were leaning towards not accepting him. He decided to step in before things got out of hand and sends Danny to another dimension. He sends Danny to live with his granddaughter, Diana, and gives her a cryptic message.

Diana is unsure about the teen that was dropped off seemingly randomly by her grandfather. It takes her quite a while to decipher as she had to return home to decipher the last part of it. When she’s done she’s slightly horrified to find the kid that’s been staying with her for months is a baby ancient. Specifically the ancient of space. She vows to protect him at all costs.

[stuckinapril]

I genuinely love not having a crush like I’m not over here feeling physically sick over some mid guy being dry to me I’m literally chilling

[road-2nowhere]

Howard Stern's Birthday Show January 29, 1998. ➙ [ 1 - 2 - 3 ]

[sunny-days-and-warm-mournings]

If only I could rip this cage with my teeth and claw myself out from your chest.

[ghostbsuter]

"Here," Danny slides his business card over, and Victor fries takes it.

"Contact my parents, go to Amity Park. They can explain and answer every question you have, Mr. Fries."

Victor, still in his suit and staring, frowns. "What about Nora?"

"I can promise you, she will be alright. I'll give you daily news of her condition and make sure everything is on top condition."

Mr. Fries hesitates, glancing at his frozen wife. He contemplates it, the decision and its cost if he were to trust.

"Nora can't handle transportation in these conditions, but with me here, she will get enough ectoplasm exposure that will make her liminal." Danny explains carefully, eyes crinkling as he looks at the man.

"She will turn into a ghost and come back. Anger may be stronger than love, but love is one of the main emotions one will form in the Infinity Realms."

Victor exhales shakily, breath tinted white from the cold.

"The same will happen to me if I depart to amity park?"

"Yes." The halfa nods. "You will be exposed to ectoplasm like every other civilian there, but unlike here with Nora, my parents will make sure you understand every little thing about this process."

"And if she does come back as a ghost... how long...?"

Danny bites his lip. "I'm not sure. Once her ghost forms, she will be under my protection, many know to not go against me. She will learn of her new culture and then of the traditions."

He explains slowly, making sure Mr. Fries is concentrated and on line with every word he tells.

"Her memories will slowly trickle in, but she will remember and most likely go and find you."

Victor, the ever careful man he is, tilts his head. "How will she come back?"

"My parents again, they have a portal. She will be led to it by associates and friends safely. You will meet her at Amity Park, that's why I suggested moving in the first place. She won't be strong enough to leave amity at first."

"Why me? Why us? This program is not public, and you can not possibly be joking either."

"Valid," Danny shrugs at his gaze. "Call it fondess or maybe attachment, but Nora really grew on me despite... not being very expressive."

—

(They talked for so so long, until Victor Fries aka Mr. Freeze finally agreed and left.

Danny gave them the privacy needed for their temporary goodbye, he would help them, he'd promised so.

And Phantom doesn't break promises.

So he helps Mr. Fries escape Gotham, made sure he arrived at the meeting place with Jazz, and gave updates on Nora in her cryochamber.

He would buy flowers for her, talk, throw jokes, despite no answer.

Aunt Nora's life would flicker at a time, and sooner than later, Danny knew her time was up.

He left when Victor came back, got her out of her sleep, and held her for her last moments. He was here when Victor departed again, ready to prepare his new apartment at Amity for Nora's arrival.

He felt unbridled happiness when the news came back months later that Nora managed to get back. She became a winter spirit like he is, more alive than she was in the last live.

Danny was happy for the Fries family.)

[chiffonlime643]

the colour of my own ever so painful bruise paints the sky above me, wrapping around in a swirl of everlasting essence that is rivalled only by the Aurora Borealis that covers unsuspecting victims in a beautiful demise.

i keep running regardless, my breath feeling like music to my fading ears. 

despite having already spotted the way into a land of safety and supreme silence, i realise i may not get a  chance to make it there, as the shadows across the trees and brush grow ever larger.

a small forest fire grows in the distance in front of me, as suddenly the darkness grows around the edges of my disappearing vision. 

the river beside me flows evermore, not startled by the danger around it. sometimes i wish i was that carefree, unbothered by my inevitable death.

death guides. it helps push the world forward, changing it, adapting it. most cannot handle the realisation that they are just a mere stepping stone to a heavenly end. 

i am sure this growing darkness, tinted with colours unearthly, is one of those beings.

but, there is always the chance it is like those of the Gods’ creatures- punishers of mortal sinners and nuisances. no-one can stop those who rewrite fate itself; either through omnipotent intervention, or through pure spite.

a voice echoing in the back of my head just reminds myself of the reason i am running towards a safety i will never be granted. i caused this, i just wouldn’t be the one to finish it.

maybe that’s for the better.

[pretzlforpresident]

Finally I’ve gathered my thoughts enough to write a synopsis!

AKA explaining the context of Amnesia in Alloy, enjoy :>

Metal Sonic doesn’t quite remember why he wants to be the one true Sonic. He’s been destroyed and rebuilt so many times that those memories have escaped him years ago. For a long time it never really bothered him; it was part of his programming after all. But one day during a battle, Sonic asks for an explanation. Unable to answer, Metal short circuits. Waking up still in his cold metal body and alone at headquarters, Metal feels like something is wrong. Not with his programming, but something else. Someone else. Someone they used to be.

Tania Parlouzer went missing 7 years ago, and ever since Sonic has been searching for her. The only thing left behind from her disappearance were her favorite pair of earrings, and ever since Sonic has held onto them in hopes that one day he can return them to his little sister. As the years go by and he makes new friends(and enemies), being a hero became the main priority for him. He never did stop passively looking for her though, even as her face has largely faded from his own memory. 

Little does Sonic know that she’s been hiding in plain sight, still looking up to him just like she always has. 

[cryptic-symbols]