#encloak

[cj-lyric-a-day]

What's the point in trying if this end result of dying sits Persistently encloaked in dimness Life can't thrive controlled by digits

[stupid-dumb-autistic-idiot]

feeling surprisingly motivated to post today so have this little guy from my splatoon au. him and callie would probably have been gay bestfriends if he wasnt fucking evil

hes not actually orange i just like drawing characters mysteriously encloaked in a random color

[dreambigwithastro]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare

wh.. how did you know I listen to Chonny Jash?? thank you though.. I should really listen to that song again.. sweet dreams!

[r4zzled4zzle]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare

Uh.. What does this mean?? (Are these lyrics..?)

[swiftmitsu]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare...

Not again bro.

WHOS SINGING IN THE BACKGROUND I AM IN THE MIDST OF A WAR HERE.

[its-time-to-rise-above]

think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite clicheed depraved disturbing and contrived shallow cold wretched miserable dark and any other adjective choose to sit safely out of the sun away from rays so blinding to the eye singing songs someones already sung averting gaze from beautiful light but as complacency settles anxieties will rise and part this soul as jekyll parted hyde now im but half of a hollow mans lies the love the hate the emotional side whats the point in trying if this end result of dying sits persistently encloaked in dimness life cant thrive by digits i know im weak i know that im vile but sometimes that is needed to survive thats what ill say to rationalize im needed if were to stay alive and yet here i lie with black sunken eyes my minds consigned our sighs to a leaden void the soul remains tempered i remain plied condemned till we are both all but destroyed but i know that one plus one cant equal two if happiness is both our truths the total sum must equal one if were to find that golden hue so spiraling down entropically i beg of thee have mercy on me i am just a boy you see i plead of thee have sympathy for me see how it hurts when the sound begins to ring as you feel it start to rot and you beg for it to stop but youve already dug your lot in the ground see how the mind tricks the soul into being something sickly dead and cold as you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly up until the point where it will finally die just in time to see what could have been do what you want you automaton freak no i can no longer bring myself to care this hollowed out vessels beginning to creak so take control lets see how you fare

wow wow the heart acoustic I’m so proud and was very concerned when I saw this!!

[eightballkid]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare

whyd i get two songs??

[ask-shrimpo-dandys-world]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare

WHY ARE THERE MORE LYRICS????????????????????????????????????????????? WHAT'S GOING ON??????????????????????????????????????????????????

[wegettingcraftywiththisone]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare

What-

[numberonehatershrimp]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite

Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived

Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark

And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the sun

Away from rays so blinding to the eye

Singing songs someone's already sung

Averting gaze from beautiful light

But as complacency settles anxieties will rise

And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde

Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies

The love the hate the emotional side

What's the point in trying if this

End result of dying sits

Persistently encloaked in dimness

Life can't thrive controlled by digits

I know I'm weak. I know that I'm vile

But sometimes that is needed to survive

That's what I'll say to rationalize

I'm needed if we're to stay alive

And yet here I lie with black sunken eyes

My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void

The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied

Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed

But I know that one plus one can't equal two

If happiness is both our truths

Our total sum must equal one

If we're to find that golden hue

So spiraling down entropically

I beg of thee have mercy on me

I am just a boy you see

I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how it hurts when the sound begins to ring

And you feel it start to rot

And you beg for it to stop

But you've already dug your lot in the ground

See how The Mind tricks The Soul

Into being something sickly dead and cold

As you feel it start to tire and fester so so slowly

Up until the point where it will finally die

Just in time to see what could have been

Do what you want you automaton freak

No I can no longer bring myself to care

This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak

So take control let's see how you fare

WHAT THE HELL!????????????????

[the-arcade-doctor]

pt 1, the suit parasitic

think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite. clichéd, depraved, disturbing and contrived. shallow, cold, wretched. miserable, dark and any other adjective. choose to sit safely here in my suit, away from hate so blinding to the soul. singing songs someone’s already sung. nothing about this will help me feel whole... but as complacency settles, anxieties will rise and start the masquerade with nowhere left to hide. now i’m but half of a hollow mask's lies: the love, the hate, the emotional side.

what’s the point in trying if everyone i love dying sits persistently encloaked in dimness. i can’t thrive controlled by digits. “i know i’m weak. i know that i’m vile. but sometimes that is needed to survive.” that’s what i’ll say to rationalize. “of course they'd want me to stay alive.” and yet, here i lie with black, sunken eyes. they all whine about this woman from the void. the soul remains tempered. i remain plied. condemned ‘til we are both all but destroyed.

but i know that one plus one can’t equal two if my goal is godly accession. my power lies within my suit, the tearstreaks cry from 87. so spiraling down entropically. i beg of thee, have mercy on me. i am just a boy, you see. i plead of thee, have sympathy for me. see how it hurts when the sound.. (J:\\ BEGINS TO RING...) and you feel it start to rot. and you beg for it all to stop. but you’ve already dug your lot in the ground. J:\\ SEE HOW THE MIND TRICKS THE SOUL INTO BEING SOMETHING SICKLY, DEAD AND COLD. J:\\ AS YOU FEEL IT START TO TIRE AND FESTER SO, SO SLOWLY. J:\\ UP UNTIL THE POINT WHERE IT WILL FINALLY DIE. JUST IN TIME TO SEE WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. do what you want, you purple-hued freak. no, i can no longer bring myself to care. this hollowed out human's beginning to creak. so take control, let’s see how you fare.

[quote-tournament]

because be born is currently sweeping (surprisingly) heres some other quotes from chonnys charming chaos compendium bc this album goes so hard

“But when Harmonia shines, Atlas beholds her / So bathed in serenity; beauty, in synchronicity / Blissfully entwined.” - Dream

“Stuck inbetween, in indemnity, the indomitable weather / Of opposites with no regard for time; no reason behind their rhyme” - Mucka Blucka

“And so Juno got what he deserved / Imprisonment was all that he earned / So let’s stop on in and see if he learned a goddamn thing” - Ruler of Everything

“Looking through glass eyes / Giving a few tries / Nothing goes right in its time” - Good Day

“What’s the point in trying if this end result of dying / Sits persistently encloaked in dimness / Life can’t thrive controlled by digits” - The Heart Acoustic

“My logic is the absolute / His pity parties simply harm these chances at an apt repute / Esteemed regard in place of mockery” - The Mind Electric

“See how they fight all day / The other half won’t hear what’s had to say / It’s just the game they play here in this labyrinth maze” - The Soul Eclectic

“And here he is: the piece of shit / Sitting, seething high atop his stolen throne / Glass is the house of the hypocrite / And yet you still continue arming stones” - The Bidding

“Humility’s a virtue; pride a sin / Or so it has been said / But every time I’ve hurt you, or at least tried to / You’ve laughed and smiled instead” - Light

“To anyone who knows me, I’m sure i sound absurd / But I’m an egoistic queer under any definition of the word” - Two wuv

“You want something? / You know more about me than my family / All these sick, unsightly maladies / Staving off the due insanity / Haptic feedback, half-baked blasphemies / Twenty-seven songs are yours / My blood, my sweat, my open doors” - Taken for a Ride

Mmh Good Food 👌

Honourable mentions!

[impera-daetrix]

✧ ⋆*:･ Starlight, starbright, we hunt encloaked in godless night ･: *⋆ ✧

I have some not so family friendly genders I’d like to coin, so I’m doing that on this blog just to separate them and to make sure I don’t get bonked by tumblr. Genders coined here will have sexual and/or dark themes. I do not take requests here. Reminder that if you don’t want to see these kinds of genders from me or anyone else, block tags like 18+ mogai and mogai after dark. I understand that some of these topics can be sensitive for some, so if anyone needs anything tagged just ask.

(Picrew in pfp)

[abandonedbun]

Thank you! Without further ado, I present to you the scenario/idea that I had in my mind for two, or three days, I don't remember more correctly, sorry💦

So, in the Oletus Manor we basically have two Gods in faces of Hastur, aka the King in Yellow, aka The Feaster, and Yidhra, aka the Dream Witch (her servants give me ptsd-), and after reading multiple scenarios, I though

"What if you, the New Hunter, turned out to be one of their followers? But not just the regular one, but one of the strongest/unique/closest Followers? And they sort of like go "oh"? "

Like, Yidhra doesn’t even believe at first, I mean, her followers are basically connected to her (If I am correct...), why would she rush to see you? However, when she hears rumors, descriptions, she gets quite... curious. Survivors, clenching their fists, gritting their teeth, describe a person with long snake tail, lifeless eyes, half-developed two sets of three claws, and that was dressed up in "ragged, dirty, black cloth". They talk about abilities, and rarely, rarely about their grin, full of razor-sharp teeth. And then, one day, she sees you. And you see her.

Now the Manor has one and a half snake-people that'll probably give you nightmares! But, hey, Yidhra loves to play with your hair, just do not look at her wagging tail tip)

Hastur is like "don't.". Like, he had a lot of followers, churches, and, admit it, it can be just some kind of crazy, driven by god-know-what delusional person. Simply, he was disinterested. Like, really disinterested.

Your first encounter? Duo Hunters match. But what about the lobby? You were encloaked in some kind of mantle, fully hiding your features. The only thing he could sense was your smell of water, and your sloooooow breathing. And then, the match.

He saw you from afar, your multiple red eyes, tentacle-arms, the abscense of the mouth. Your own tentacles, which you summoned, was smaller than his own, but faster. Sure, you wore a black robe instead of Yellow, but he could recognize those powers anywhere. He approaches you after the match, towering above you and feeling a sense of pride when you call him "Our Lord.". Although he couldn't smile, he sure would, since he feels how the forgotten, abandoned knowledge in your form, returned to him (why does it sounds romantic-).

What do you think? 👀

-Vit

SOUNDS SO COOL AND INTERESTING :3

[uozlulu]

His name encloaks you almost like a spell. Those who reverse you listen to your every word. Those who fear you approach you intimidated or with too much confidence. You are small, you are weak, and you hate conflict, but you have his name and all the values he taught you.

You delay the armies. You outsmart the poisoners. You manage to bring both kingdoms to the negotiating table. You insist this is how it was always meant to be. You're the chosen one after all, a dragon whispered conflict resolution in your ear as a child. Never mind that dragon was your brother trying to make sure both of you survived.

Talks become treaties. You oversee it all and put your brother's name on paper. Everyone cheers and holds their breaths. Will peace last? Can it last?

Somehow it holds and you escape, returning to your name and yourself. People sing your brother praises. What a great Chosen One, truly wise beyond his years.

You breathe easier and live the life you desire.

Your hands shake as you approach the final battle. Everyone is confident you’ll win since they believe you’re the Chosen One. What they don’t know is the “Chosen One” was your older brother, and you’ve been using his name and identity ever since he died when you were 14

[croissantlover24]

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite Clichéd, depraved, disturbing and contrived Shallow, cold, wretched. miserable, dark and any other adjective Choose to sit safely out of the sun Away from rays so blinding to the eye Singing songs someone's already sung Averting gaze from beautiful light But as complacency settles, anxieties will rise And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies The love, the hate, the emotional side What's the point in trying if this end result of dying Sits persistently encloaked in dimness Life can't thrive controlled by digits "I know I'm weak I know that I'm vile But sometimes that is needed to survive" That's what I'll say to rationalize "I'm needed if we're to stay alive" And yet, here I lie with black, sunken eyes My Mind's consigned our sighs to a leaden void The Soul remains tempered, I remain plied Condemned ‘til we are both all but destroyed But I know that one plus one can't equal two If happiness is both our truths Our total sum must equal one if we're to find that golden hue So spiraling down entropically I beg of thee, have mercy on me I am just a boy, you see I plead of thee, have sympathy for me See how it hurts when the sound Begins to ring And you feel it start to rot And you beg for it to stop But you've already dug your lot in the ground See how The Mind tricks The Soul Into being something sickly, dead and cold As you feel it start to tire and fester so, so slowly Up until the point where it will finally die Just in time to see what could have been Do what you want, you automaton freak No, I can no longer bring myself to care This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak So take control, let's see how you fare

Unrelated to the song but Hemic and Horatia feel very much like Jekyll and Hyde