#interdimensionalburnout

[dreamskipper]

@interdimensionalburnout ♥'d for a starter!

"Hey! Kid! Do you always dream in flashbacks like this? This isn't a complaint; I'm just curious! If you do, that's pretty cool for me! Memories are fun to dive through!"

they weren't very good memories, but that didn't matter in the slightest. memories were memories, and memories contained secrets and information... not just on the person, but on the world they were from...

this was fun for him.

[livef1sh]

@interdimensionalburnout

Taking the night off because I got blowed up in a bomb

Damn. Maybe you should try not to get blowed up in a bomb next time.

[hearthandsoil]

@interdimensionalburnout

I think we're bordering on "cruel and unusual punishment" at this point.

[graviconscientia]

>You read this, and the sobbing is near-immediate. Tears and shaky, pitiful noises that you cannot seem to stop... They escape from you, despite your best efforts to hold yourself together. You have been trying to hold yourself together since you came back, for perigees upon perigees- now, your arms are so very tired. Your heart is the same.

>How many lonely, fearful, heartbroken nights can one person put themselves through before it is too much? How long should one person suffer on behalf of a promise? And does any of this matter? You are remorseful, guilty beyond measure, for a crime you never meant to commit, for missteps you make, and for things people do to you. It does not feel like it does you any favours. You remain nearly as alone, as lonely as you were a sweep ago.

>You wish, constantly, that you had never come back. And yet, here you are. Still here. You hate it. You want to go home. (Asidea. Home. You thought this was home. But that isn't the case anymore. And if it isn't here, is it really anywhere?) You want to be anywhere, anyone else, to have something that makes you happy, even in the starless, darkest nights. A tether to a better future.

>A sunrise.

>Think of them. You do. You hadn't meant to sound so dire, again, but it seems you have moments of transparency, contrary to popular belief. You feel seen, too, for what feels like the first time in ages. (This makes you cry even harder. You cannot stop yourself from curling into a ball on the ground.) A near-stranger can see through the mist for a flash, just long enough to offer what you need. A sunrise.

>This may be a metaphor, this may be literal, but whatever it may be, it helps. When you have finished wailing, when the pain in your shoulders melts into the floor, when you feel your face and throat dry up, when you finally purge yourself of all this misery (at least for the moment), there will be a sunrise. There will be brightness for you, somewhere.

[madrimultitool]

@interdimensionalburnout

Is the burnout in your name the same way I feel after I'm being rushed through what feels like years worth of experiences within the span of seconds only because I'm too stupid to figure out how to do a better way?

Also no it is not that kind of multitool my bad name's Jamie.

[ceruleansonata]

@interdimensionalburnout

Yeah, but I'm supposed to be a dignitary, and hold myself to certain standards and decorum and all that shit. I dunno. Doesn't matter since Leo's not here anyway.

[punkedupclowns]

((I know the pain of passed animals, specifically dogs. She has a wonderful coat and a very intelligent expression. Very knowing look to your sweet Kirin! 15 years is a very good life for a dog, and you were a wonderful papa to her, I'm sure of it. Artists and dogs go together like peanutbutter and jelly, after all! I wish you peace in your grieving.

Hey, I never posted this, and I wanted to respond now! Thank you for sending it back in May of last year! I deeply appreciate this kindness, and I couldn't bring myself to post it at the time because it was a bit of positivity for me.

Thank you so much, and I hope life treats you kindly.

This message was nice to come and see in my inbox, but I'm going to nuke my inbox and didn't want to lose it!!

Thank you again!!

[mushroompollution]

@interdimensionalburnout

oh, coffee is always nice. what are you staying up for, though?

[nameless-brand]

@interdimensionalburnout

Damn sounds like home almost

Getting there. Probably sooner rather than later.

More likely than not, we'll probably destroy ourselves. Just takes a company with more money than sense that gets their hands on a WMD.

[discordantrhapsody]

@interdimensionalburnout

Hm? On grief?

[teeth-of-the-hydra]

@interdimensionalburnout

You'll never believe this, but the outcome was decent this time. Maybe even favorable.

[djsangos]

Now honestly, how well are you handling your current spot in life? As in, do you feel well-adjusted or like you're adjusting well?

uhhhh i think im handling it alright id say im at least as well adjusted as i can be right now

like ive absolutely been worse at least

[panterasnarl]

Word association meme: Freedom

word association

"Death."

[creepy-crowleys]

Now Honestly, if you weren't held hostage by your employers, how much collateral would you accept to bring them down?

Now Honestly…

I’m not… The situation isn’t that bad. It isn’t like I’m not allowed to leave or anything.

I’m not interested in ‘collateral.’

If I did accept, then what? My employers are one leg of a few propping up a broken system. We’d just end up caught between the other players rushing in to fill the void and not being strong enough to hold off the bigger threats on the board.

Beyond whatever threats they make, my employers need to exist. I can’t do any of this on my own, and none of the other powers in play are any more likely to treat me any better.

I’m better off with them than without.

[ceruleansonata]

@interdimensionalburnout

I hate to admit it, but you may be right. All that reading's just been an excuse to sit around. That might have been fine for a pampered servant, but he's a nobleman now. Have some self respect.

[seashaper]

[Delivery! An ask arrives, reads as follows: "To receive your de-cursified (and non-sentient) gauntlet, first turn your screen brightness all the way up, and press [THIS] button!"

[> What arrives when the button is pressed, is a floating box, conjured by flecks of light emerging from the screen. Tiny cubes, pixels that form mass from light, emerge from the extra-bright screen, forming the gift-wrapped box atom-by-atom. It's a metal box, lined on the inside with the rough-cut padding of some old coat; the box itself is wrapped in silver wrapping paper and tied-off with a dark-blue bow.

[>Inside the box, the Gauntlet has been returned, unchanged physically, but the air about is lighter, the freezing chill reduced to a minor cold that puts a bit condensation across its shimmering surface, like can of cola pulled from the fridge. The glove itself feels lighter, and causes no more pain to wear, no compulsion to wield. A note is written, from Maria, that reads:

[> "So we ripped the curse out of it real clean like and kept it as a kind of informal payment for services we otherwise would've rendered for freesies. I tested it myself, post curse-extraction. Thing's ahhhh pretty nice. Wish I had a soioa mold, or something that could make mirrored duplicates of weapons and gear- this thing would be insane with as a matched pair. Enjoy-" the note is signed "M, B, and Y," and is written on yellowed but fancy stationary, poorly folded and crammed between the liner and the box to keep it from getting wet.

[After their first morning class, Madison Rook checks their messages in an empty classroom, still sitting behind the front desk with their recently turned-in to-be-graded classwork. They certainly haven't been looking forward to this, so it's particularly nice to observe the ask heralding the arrival of something they /have/ been deeply anticipating.

Clearing off an area of the desk, they summon the item, a fascinating manifestation to watch, arriving as a container more ornamented than they'd expected. Quite lovely, though; if this were a different scenario, they might tip for the aesthetically additional service.

The tiefling's eyes glitter as they land on the gauntlet inside the box, lid set carefully aside. Before touching anything, Rook runs a quick scan of a distanced Identify; they entirely trust the de-cursing to be complete, but it doesn't hurt to ensure every positive trait remained intact. Seemingly they have, and as Rook scans the tucked-away note, sharp fingers drumming against the paper, they nod to themselves. A job well done. These expert crafters in question sure did add "ahhhh" in writing to the note. The offside comment at the end of the note certainly gives them some inspiration, but that's to work on later.

Picking the gauntlet up gently, Rook slides it on over their thin black glove, the freezing aura emanating from the inside now a gentle chill. Perfect. The obsessed arcanist's pulse can't help but pound in their chest as they think of all the magic and art they can create with this newly harmless artifact. It's great that the others had removed the curse to keep, but Rook still intends to owe them a favor. At the bare minimum, they owe a thank you note, and pick up a piece of their own stationary with which to begin such a task.]