#transpicuously

[englishmoribund]

"Exploring Uncommon Vocabulary: 12 Words to Add to Your Word Bank"?

Vocabulary is an important aspect of language learning, and it can be fun to explore new and unusual words. In this blog post, we'll take a look at 12 interesting and uncommon vocabulary words, along with example sentences to help you understand how they can be used.

Tonitruous: (adjective) characterized by a loud or thundering sound Example sentence: "I was trying to sneak out of the house early in the morning, but my tonitruous sneezing gave me away and woke up the entire neighborhood."

Funambulist: (noun) a tightrope walker Example sentence: "I've always dreamed of running away and joining the circus, but the only job they had available was for a funambulist, and I'm terrified of heights."

Minimus: (noun) the smallest or least significant member of a group Example sentence: "I was trying to impress the judges in the hot dog eating contest, but I'm such a minimus that I could barely finish one frankfurter, let alone the whole plate."

Lickspittle: (noun) a person who behaves obsequiously in order to gain favor or advantage Example sentence: "I was going to ask my boss for a raise, but I chickened out at the last minute and turned into a lickspittle, showering him with compliments instead."

Leptodactylous: (adjective) having slender fingers or toes Example sentence: "I was trying to fix the broken shelf, but my leptodactylous fingers kept dropping the screws and making everything worse."

Acroamatic: (adjective) intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest Example sentence: "I tried to join the secret society, but I was rejected because I couldn't understand their acroamatic handshakes and code words."

Lingua: (noun) a language, especially one used for communication between people of different nations or regions Example sentence: "As a lingua franca, English is spoken by millions of people as a second language."

Odontalgia: (noun) toothache Example sentence: "I was trying to enjoy the amusement park, but the odontalgia from my cavities ruined everything, especially the cotton candy and funnel cakes."

Luculent: (adjective) shining or glowing Example sentence: "I was trying to sneak into the movie theater without paying, but the lucent glow of my phone gave me away and the security guard kicked me out."

Transpicuous: (adjective) easily seen through or understood Example sentence: "I was trying to hide my love for romantic comedies from my friends, but my transpicuous ogling at the posters and trailers gave me away."

Viator: (noun) a traveler, especially one on a journey Example sentence: "I was trying to be a savvy viator and save money on my vacation by booking a cheap hostel, but I ended up sharing a room with snoring wrestlers and a parrot that wouldn't stop squawking."

Viaticum: (noun) provisions or supplies for a journey, especially food and drink Example sentence: "I packed enough viaticum for the road trip to last us a month, but my travel partner managed to eat it all within the first three hours."

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Transpicuous

Transpicuous [trans-PIK-yoo-əs] Part of speech: adjective Origin: Latin, mid-17th century 1. Transparent. 2. Easily understood, lucid. Examples of transpicuous in a sentence “My windows were transpicuous and sparkling after I cleaned both sides.” “Your argument is well reasoned and transpicuous.”

[escaperoombulkbin]

Transpicuous House Escape - Games2Rule

[anantaru]

DAY 18 — OVERSTIMULATION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — gorou, lyney, alhaitham, kazuha

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, overstimulation, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, skilled genshin men

𖧡 — GOROU

subtle twitches— the very ones that conceal little hints of excitement that resonated over gorou's ears when he moves himself closer in between your parted thighs, the insides full on glistening with your arousal laced over your folds— and time had passed, surely it did, yet it didn't feel this way to you, not when gorou couldn't stop himself from being trapped within the warm wrap of your legs swaddled around his head.

he's obsessed with it, driven by it.

you're feverishly riding his tongue and keep him as close as possible, your gaze falling down through your tear-stricken lashes as you get a thunderous thrill out of his tongue pressing painfully against the spongy flesh of your folds, your bottom lip tied in between your sharp teeth to hold back on your quivering moans.

you're still too sensitive from the hour long drags of his tongue, really, just pleasure and pain, a ripple of galvanic stirs overloading your senses until you're quivering all over, his sloppy tongue teasing and prodding at your stimulated hole, attempting to push inside as your toes curl inwards, your back arching like a bow.

gorou always sucks so hard on your cunt that it feels like he's trying to draw your pending orgasm out through the sheer force of his mouth attached on your pussy, using your glossy arousal to lubricate his mouth further as he pushes past the aching ring of your slit at last, his nostrils flaring and jaw tightening due to immense concentration.

who knew the general was that good at this?

and gorou was so handsome, so pretty, when he swiftly returns a shy smile at you, pearly whites peaking from underneath his glimmering mouth, whilst his lips never leave your warm pussy and remain on top, because he was truly, utterly, hair-raisingly shameless when it got to pleasuring his perfection of a darling— he'd do anything for your hips to keep on wiggling and aching through timid ruts that would ultimately manifest into a desperate grind of your swollen sex battering his cheeks.

𖧡 — LYNEY

lyney casts a single glance down on your face and falls, head first, in love with you once again— straight from the shoulder, it doesn't matter to him how you look right now, because even though your mascara was cementing under your lower lashes, your eyes transpicuous with mellow tears slithering all over your warm cheeks the moment you whine out his name, it's still not of significant importance.

because for the magician himself, you're still and always will be— the most drop-dead gorgeous being on earth.

you're so good to him and he wants to pay you back for it, every touch and thrust of his thudding dick setting a path of electricity straight to the furthest part inside your ribbed walls and ending at the tip of his his cockhead curling up all nicely inside of you, adding his scent on all the right places that needed the most attention.

and lyney was becoming hungrier by the minute, rocking his length in and out of your pulsating pussy to smear your slick all over your squishy folds and clit, while teasing your nipples with one hand and never downgrading the brimming thrusts of his hips, not until your body was aching, the curves on your frame incandescent of a sharp glow, powered by alight beads of perspiration scattering over the shivers on your skin.

"fuck, so fucking hot, you're so fucking hot, my love,"

lyney's body seem to scream of thrill, indulging of the salacious puffiness on your cunt when you moan through a slacked jaw, step by step falling apart underneath his looming figure as your body suffers from an overstimulating sensation.

oh no, it's way way way too much now, you shiver and cry out his name, yet beg for lyney to continue, wince at the penetrative pressure getting so close that it squeezes the air from your lungs, the electrifying buzzes on your sensitivity move so fast they're unstoppable, it's too much, again, too much;

but it's so fucking perfect.

𖧡 — ALHAITHAM

alhaitham derives gleaming pleasure into your person, an exclaimed heat luxuriating across your face as you return his kiss grouped by rapture— and your boyfriend was outright intoxicated on the way you offered yourself to him so gracefully.

the more your thighs twitched apart and enclosed his waist— the more he convulses when pressing in and out of your glistening cunt, breaking waves of colliding grunts and whines that get swallowed by you both tangling your tongues as he gropes the flesh of your ass to tug and push you into his dripping erection even further.

for that passion that was set free within the confines of the perspiring room— there was also love, determination and the excitement to bring you close to the edge, it turned alhaitham more eager to fasten his blows on you, which, for someone who preferred to take the slowed route, when it came to this, fuck, this, he'd never end it with you being unsatisfied in his performance.

your fingers rummage at the back of alhaitham's shoulders as he kisses your neck before moving the pink muscle and drawing the flat of his tongue right behind your ear— his exhaled breathes were menacing on you, his hair all tousled and disheveled with a couple strands sticking on his dampened forehead, he looked utterly devilish, beautiful and handsome when he grunts in bliss.

shuddering and bucking, you jerk your hips up as you notice the perspiring pressure on your wet sex, something was suddenly different and your entire frame begins to twitch and shake whilst pressed underneath his bulky figure suffocating any form of distance on your bodies.

the most plausible reason for this being on how alhaitham precisely gyrated his hips to penetrate over the clenching base on your entrance, delving through the devious pleasure points in your sensitivity as he explores the totality of your soaking wet walls, the sum of his moments decorated by the heavenly noises slithering from the tip of your tongue.

the surplus of stimulations on your luscious cunt melted into your skin, beating the air with copious amounts of  small, hiccoughy moans as you clung yourself tight against alhaitham's body to ride out the powerful shudders as you intensely, came and came apart— your hips curling up mindlessly against his girthy shaped length as your eyes fall shut from exhaustion, mind hanging above the clouds— your pussy throbbing from the musky scent from the scribe, not to mention of pheromones and filth that had been everywhere, all pendant around your bodies— jutting into empty air with your arms forevermore enclosed around each other, overwhelming you in the most beautiful of ways.

𖧡 — KAZUHA

kazuha clearly knows what he's doing to you, and he sees how it's working on each corner of your eyes desperately holding on to a droplet of tears— and he swiftly slides his fingers in and out, his eyes manifesting through a lidded glance, a languishing haze obscuring over your heads as he keeps your legs apart with his body, spending enough time to stretch you, although going slow.

you see, when you suddenly make a sound, kind of a vocalized panting that showed kazuha that you're much more sensitive and reactive than usually, he is aware that it's doing something to you, he knows he needs to keep his slender digits hidden in your cunt for a much longer procedure, perhaps even coax out a real, harboring orgasm from you without using his cock this time.

"just leave it to me," he coos as you're gaped open by his fingers being knuckles deep inside, scattering your bodily scent over his hand as kazuha scissors your creamy arousal back into you, fucking that little cunt of yours silly and proving to you— that you really had nothing to worry about, besides the strong radiation of overstimulation circulating through your entire blood stream.

"just keep your attention on me," he adds onto his mutters, long lashes tickling your cheeks before moving his fingers faster and faster through your tensed walls, the wet echos of your cunt diffusing into the entire humidity of your room.

slap, slap, slap, it's so noisy— ugh, and you drawl out an embarrassed whimper as well as a flustered writhe from how impossibly loud it had become, not to mention on how fast kazuha thrusted the two digits in and out of you and appeared to be utterly delighted by the noises your sweet sex could make, almost as if that was part of his plan.

you stumble and hiccup over your short-lived heaves, wriggling and writhing from the deep curls on your g-spot as he suddenly places his warm thumb on your clit.

it's over now, you're done for, and kazuha's whole, intense ministrations on your body were being downright relentless, his fingers pressing in and out of your wet sex as your exposed figure couldn't do anything other than endure the tasteful traces— with your tits in perfect view for him to indulge in, bouncing up and down in rhythm with the fast pumps of his hand, the underside of your breasts faintly doused with a glow of sweat and perspiration.

"i know, i know," kazuha whispers at you, sensually kissing your cheek when he perceives the soft cries pulled from your throat, the looming begs and whines developing and revealing themselves afterwards— all due to the expanding pressure of his finger over the stretch on your sloppy walls messing you up,

"but you can do it for me, okay? my love, can you?"

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

☠️🦖 with “You only care about yourself.” For Benny?????

Dayum, yeah, this is a good one. Benny deserves some shit. I love the guy, but... yeah, he still deserves some angst.

I hope you like it! 😁

And sorry about the cliff hanger, but... I thought it was more fun that way 😈

"W-what?"

"Take care of The Tops for me," He repeated, more slowly this time, "And tell Swank no hard feelings, 'kay?"

Six's face was contorted with confusion, their head shaking mutely as Benny sheathed Maria in it's holster and wiped the dust from his iconic checkered suit jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, sweet cheeks," He adjusted a cuff link as he spoke, "You made it transpicuous as a wedding rock that House is the big man on top at the strip, and that he's got more than a fat cat's share of robot goons to do his dirty, so, I'm turning tail. No other options, really, not when he knows how, ah, fond of him I am."

"But I saved you Benny, I... Even after you left me, after you refused to trust me, after we..." Six bit their lip, a heat rushing to their cheeks involuntarily as the memories of their shared night washed over them.

"Look honey, that wasn't on you." He smiled at them, almost patronizingly, "That night... it lives fond as an old friend in my cranium... and in my 'hey hey', if you know what I mean." He winked at them, an action leaps and bounds more charming than the words leaving his curled lips.

"But it just can't be done. You seen what those tin cans are capable of, and now he's got oodles of the damn things. That's not a game we can win, cherry pie."

"Not if we don't try, but... I just took down half the Legion for you." Six gestured behind them, to the plumes of smoke rising from the rubble of Caesar's tent, their eyes pleading as they tried to keep their voice firm. "It can be done, if we do it together, if you let me--"

"Toots, we're in over our heads on this one. I know you believe in us, and that's a sweet sentimentality, but it ain't ammunition, it ain't enough, baby."

His hand felt like an affront as it grazed over their cheek, the roughness of his knuckles a stark contrast to their smooth cheekbone. Six's own hand moved slowly upwards, an ache traveling from their chest up their left arm as they reached out to grasp his wrist and pull it away.

"It's not enough for you, you mean." They stared ahead, almost blankly, numbly as his words, at the memory of his actions set in and took firm hold of their conscience. "I'm not enough. Nothing is, or ever will be enough for you. You've only ever cared about yourself. All this time, I thought..."

Their hands tightened into fists by their sides, and Benny's eyes flashed down to them, fear shining there for a brief moment as he took a step back.

"You know what?" They continued, still refusing to look directly at him, "It doesn't matter what I thought. About you. About us. Because it doesn't matter to you. Nothing I say or do will change the fact that..."

Their chest pounded, another cruel ache making them flinch, making their teeth grit as they spoke.

"That you're just another asshole who thinks the world owes him something. Even after all the shitty things you've done."

"Baby..." He started, his voice more uncertain than they'd ever heard it, "You can't mean that, I... Let's not end it this way, huh? We had a good run, you an' me."

"Yeah?" Finally, the courier's gaze snapped to him, searing through his false sense of security like an iron brand. "A 'good run?' You tried to kill me, Benny, and I forgave you. I found you, slept with you, and you left me before the sun rose." Benny shrunk away as they stepped closer, feeling caged in, even among the vast bleakness of the Mojave.

"I just saved your fucking life, something you would never do in return, offered to help you take down House, offered to forgive you again for all the bullshit you've put me through, and again you try to leave me. Now you have the fucking gall to say that 'we had it good?' Are you serious?"

He swallowed hard as they glared at him, their nose less than a breath away from his as their scowl ruled his vision.

"I could kill you now." They whispered lowly, their tone frigid as cutting winter winds, icy enough to send a chill down the chairman's spine. "Return the favor, you know."

His eyes darted briefly to the prominent scar above their brow, and Maria's holster felt like solid lead upon his hip.

"Y-you don't mean that, Six." He tried, his voice shaking, "All this trouble you gone to, just to scatter me to dust. What was all this worth, then, huh?"

"Nothing." Six's furrowed glare was unyielding. "It was worth nothing at all."

[dionysiandevotee]

Abrim, oversalted, transpicuous, big knotty penis and gold all up in your grill What would the fox say?

Anne Carson, Drápustúfr from Nonnus' Dionysiaca, Book 23

[14eliho]

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transpicuous pod crystal drop

[asphaltapostle]

gossamer

Noun

a gauze fabric with an extremely fine texture

Less specific

gauze

netting

veiling

Related

ethereal

gossamer

filaments from a web that was spun by a spider

Synonyms

cobweb

Less specific

fibril

filament

strand

Related

ethereal

gossamer

Adjective

characterized by unusual lightness and delicacy; “this smallest and most ethereal of birds”; “gossamer shading through his playing”

Synonyms

ethereal

Similar to

delicate

Related

cobweb

gossamer

gossamer

so thin as to transmit light; “a hat with a diaphanous veil”; “filmy wings of a moth”; “gauzy clouds of dandelion down”; “gossamer cobwebs”; “sheer silk stockings”; “transparent chiffon”; “vaporous silks”

Synonyms

diaphanous

filmy

gauzy

gauze-like

see-through

sheer

transparent

vaporous

vapourous

cobwebby

Similar to

thin

Related

cobweb

transparency

transparence

transparency

transparence

transparentness

gauze

netting

veiling

film

plastic film

gossamer - LookUp

noun 1. a fine, filmy substance consisting of cobwebs spun by small spiders, seen especially in autumn

a light, thin, and insubstantial or delicate material or substance a fine gossamer fabric that clung to her skin

Origin

Middle English : apparently from goose + summer , perhaps from the time of year around St Martin's summer, i.e. early November, when geese were eaten (gossamer being common then)

Thesaurus

Noun 1. her dress swirled like gossamer

Similar Words: cobweb spider's web silk silky substance Japanese silk gauze tissue chiffon thistledown down feather

Adjective 1. beautiful ladies in gossamer veils

Similar Words: ultra-fine fine diaphanous gauzy gauze-like gossamer-thin gossamer-like gossamery delicate filmy floaty chiffony cobwebby feathery silky silken wispy thin light lightweight insubstantial papery flimsy frail translucent transparent see-through sheer transpicuous translucid

Opposites: heavy opaque

Urban Dictionary

A big red fuck That gigantic red hairy monster that often chased bugs bunny. A cobweb on a bush

Gossamer was trying to rape me, so i ran away and hid in a bush that was covered in gossamers.

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[terielle]

Heal the Scars 3/?

I’m not quite sure what to call Drake’s sword. It is sometimes called a rapier and another time it’s called a saber. But anyway, here is my first try ever at a fighting scene, even if it is only training. And I think the chapters are starting to get longer.

Elizabeth and Drake stood on a rock plateau behind the base, facing each other with weapons drawn. She considered a place more narrow to limit mobility. But most likely he could compensate that better than her. So she rather chose an open plain space. This didn’t give her any advantage, but at least she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage through terrain.

“Don’t you want want to attack?” Drake asked after a few minutes of mutual staring.

“I wouldn’t use the word want” She gripped her halberd tighter and considered her options. He was taller than her and without any doubt stronger. She could almost ignore the difference in size. Her weapon gave her git a wide range and she wasn’t that much smaller, so she wasn’t faster or more agile. When it came to strength she was certainly inferior and when it came to skill she was surely at disadvantage. To put it short: She knew, she was about to get her ass handed to her. And not the fun kind.

“So let’s get over with it” she mumbled and jumped forward. Her first attack was a try to stab him frontal, which he parried and retaliated with his axe. She had expected the counterattack, but its sheer force still surprised her. She tried to use the momentum for another attack which got parried again. They exchanged blows for a while, whilst Elizabeth realized she wouldn’t stand a chance to break his defense like that. She jumped back, put her until now leading hand behind her other to get more range and tried to hit his legs to hopefully unbalance him. He dodged backwards and hooked his axe behind the axe part of her halberd . To keep herself from falling before his feet she was forced to drop her weapon - which left her very unarmed. Slowly she retreated. Trying to snatch the polearm directly would be pointless, as she wasn’t quick enough. But unarmed her chances were nonexistent. So she put everything in one attack, hoping to  take him by surprise. She sprinted towards her halberd, which her opponent of course intercepted. But she had expected as much. She planned with it. With a quick spin she almost threw herself in his arms and tried to steal his axe with a well aimed blow with her elbow on his wrist. She had her hand already on the hilt of his weapon. But his grip was on it was still firm, much to her distress. She had expected this to be her last attack, as she went all in. But the blade on her neck made it unmistakably obvious.

“I yield?” She said and lifted her hands.

“Again” he lowered his sword and stepped back.

Elizabeth picked up her halberd. This time she tried a chopping attack, but it Drake blocked it effortless. She cursed. A huge advantage of her weapon was usually that even a failed attack could be used to disarm her opponent. But since he turned that against her before it would be useless. Unless…

Determined she stabbed again, but hence she expected his parry she swayed her weapon minimal to get it behind his sword and started to pull it towards her. As intended he wanted to use is advantage in strength to disarm her with the entwined blades. She was already through his defense. MIT a grin she gave into his movement and actually managed to hit his shoulder, before she had to dodge his axe. her triumph to at least break his defense was very short lived. Apparently he had waited for this to allow himself to stark being more offensive .

She had much trouble to block his attacks. Let alone counter them. She only managed that, if she dodged with a spin and used her momentum. Unfortunately this was transpicuous. She knew she couldn’t keep this up for long. Defensiveness would exhaust her unnecessary fast, so she had to get into offensive again. She turned her halberd and attacked with the blunt hilt to use it as a staff. Like this her real attacks were her parries and counterattacks, which made them more instinctive and hopefully harder to read. 

To summarize their fight: Elizabeth managed to land a few hits but had to suffer a lot more and every round ended with a blade at her neck or in her back. Bit by bit her efforts took a toll on her. Her attacks got sloppier and she struggled more and more to block his attacks.

Her last  evasive maneuver misbalanced her, which the captain used to floor her. The impact emptied her lungs and she barely registered the sword next to her face.

“Could I convince you to take a break?” She panted “maybe then I’ll be able to perform a bit better again”

“I think we’re done here” Drake placed his weapons on his belt and offered her a hadn to get up.

“Thank you” It was more related on ending their training session than his help, but she appreciated and accepted it nonetheless.

She picked up her weapon as well und dusted her clothes pedantic. A bit doubtful she followed him back to the ship. Was he pleased with her performance? Has she been lousy? After all she had asked for a break, was her endurance so low? He didn’t seem to be affected at all, not drop of sweat was visible on him. Her braid on the other hand came undone and clung to her neck and back. Should she ask? But a. ‘How did I do?’ Was weird in general. She was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn’t realized they were back at the ship. 

She cleared her throat as they reached the gangplank “excuse me, captain, Sir, but…what now?”

he tuned to face her “To me everything is settled. Go unpack, say your goodbyes, make use of your leisure time. We will set sail at dawn. I expect you by 5.00 a.m. at the command bridge”

“Understood, Sir” Elizabeth saluted and couldn’t hold back a grin. Well, at least she wasn’t that lousy to be thrown over board immediately. Elated she marched towards her cabin. A shower was mandatory and finally she could put her clothes away neatly. The vision of freeing her attire from the crumpled duffel bag and place them folded accurate in her wardrobe filled her with anticipation. Enough anticipation to distract herself from how early she had to rise the next day.

[saithehuman]

⟡; 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍 | ch.1

Undertale has finished installing. ──────── •✧• ────────

Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS. 

Sai's eyes jolted open, numerous beads of transparent sweat dripping down her brown, ruffled hair, before swimming it's way down to her light, peach head - the sigh accompanied with the noise of heavy, shaky and panicked panting. Her salmon colored orbs traversed the golden-yellow and purple room swiftly, as to find out where she was. 'Golden buttercups and tall purple pillars,' she said to herself, softly. There was a kid laying upon the stashes of golden flowers, their appearance holding the identity of a non-binary child with a brown-haired bob, as well as a blue onesie with purple stripes to accompany it. They also had brown boots, similar to the ones Sai herself was wearing, however, hers were painted black in comparison to the brown boots in view. However, her attention got directed to the transpicuous, relatively-similar looking child: in the obvious distinctions, she had noticed the transpicuous figure had a green sweater in comparison to the onesie. It, as well, had a differently placed stripe going across it, a yellow colored one to go along with the green. They also wore brown shorts, and some worn out brown shoes that Sai couldn't exactly distinguish. To add onto it, they also had pink blush on their cheeks and.. well, actually open eyes. There was a loud, blaring ringing in her ears, caused by a odd melody coming from.. nowhere in particular? It sounded like it came from a video game of sorts, being rather pixelated and quite loud.

One day, war broke out between the two races.

Her vision was still rather blurry, however, being enough to differentiate the figures standing before her, as well as being able to tell where she was placed, she could manage sufficiently enough. She placed her hand down on the flowers she was standing on, (though covered in a oversized black sleeve that she hadn't recognized or remembered putting on), and stood up. Her balance was wobbly, but she steadied her balance with a nearby pillar. She rubbed her eyes to try and extract the blurriness forming in them, before she stared back at the shorter child with the green shirt, who was obviously waiting for the sleeping figure to wake up. They seemed just as confused as Sai was, despite being transparent as if they were a ghost. Sai opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't fully adjusted yet - leaving her mouth wide open, she tried to muster up the words to speak to the child. It took her a moment or so, but she had handled it, and spoke. "Who are you?", she said in a soft, timid, and low voice. Her memories were still rather jumbled, and she hadn't really known who she was at all, but she had recognized the two for some odd reason.

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.

Sai awaited a response, yet, nothing. The child-like figure continued to wait for the taller character to wake up and arise from the flowerbed. Sai tilted her head - she had at least expected a shrug, or even just a tiny glance back at her, but yet, it seemed as if she was invisible. She spoke once more. "Uh.. hello? Can you not hear me? Who are you?". No response. At this point, Sai was getting agitated. She had already been in quite of a sour mood, being unable to recollect any already-existing memories due to them being in such a blur. The loud, blaring music exploring the insides of her ears didn't help, neither. "Can you not hear me!?" She said, her timid and previously quiet voice had quickly gained a tone of forcefulness, the volume rising quickly. Yet, still no response. Sai walked over to the standing and irritating figure, before intertwining her index finger and thumb together, placing pressure and then... Flick! She flicked the figure, however, it went right through them. She quickly bounced back, her hair and white scarf (which she hadn't even noticed she was wearing) recoiling along with her movement. "What the heck?" She said, her voice lowering once more.

The sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.

Perhaps it was a trick of the mind. Or, much less, she had just attempted to touch a spirit. It would make sense, considering they ARE quite transparent - blending in with the surroundings in front of them. However, even if that WAS the case, wouldn't their conversation be heard? From her, although, blurry memory, ghosts can still hear and see the people in-front of them, correct? However, Sai couldn't trust her thoughts too greatly. She barely even remembered if she had a brother or sister, let alone ever existed in the first place. She looked down at the figure covered in buttercups, before leaning down to them. "Hey, wake up." She said, softly. The figure was in too much of a deep sleep to respond. She tilted her head lightly, a bit lost on what to do, before she attempts to shake them gently. Once more, her hand goes right through them.

Many years later...

"..What..?" Sai said, her tone of voice quickly becoming that of terror. Her legs, which were bending down to try and awaken the sleeping and or passed out child, quickly stood up as she backed away a bit. She stared at her hands, which were slightly dusty from some areas of the pillar that were left untouched. She wasn't a ghost, right? No. That was off the table. If she was a undead spirit, the other child would've noticed her by now and her body wouldn't have been non see-through. Her body seemed perfectly fine, albeit though she didn't recognize it. She stared back at the human that had some solid color and a physical body. What.. was happening? She remembered having a physical body. One that DIDN'T go through the objects she was attempting to make contact with...

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It suddenly struck her. Her head started aching, much far worse then when when the ringing in her ears almost destroyed her ear-drums into little tiny pieces. Memories. Memories that she didn't recognize as her own, let alone making them in the first place. They were jumbled together, obviously taking place in different times, in different bodies. 'Falling down a hole in a mountain', she recalled, looking up at the giant whole where the shimmer of sunlight was shining through. 'I met a monster. A goat monster. SOMEONE met a goat monster. I don't recognize them.'  She said, looking around at her previously explored surroundings. That's why she recognized it. 'I- no, they ate something, and that was the cause of their death.. right?'  She remembered a few more memories. 'And.. another one. I fell down the mountain again.. I was in a onesi-...'  It struck her, who she got the memories from, if not herself.

Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return.

Name the fallen human. □□□□□□ Done Is this name correct? Yes ...

She had the memories of the children sitting atop her. Chara and Frisk. So... if she didn't have the memories of herself, but the memories of the two separate entities standing right before her, then... who was she? Her near edge to an identity crisis was quickly interrupted by the rustling of the flowers. Frisk had woken up. You'd expect them to have some sort of expression after being passed out for so long, but, I suppose they decided otherwise. They didn't even open up their eyes. It kind of freaked Sai out for a moment. Frisk started walking forward, and Chara began to follow them - floating. Well.. that proves Sai's theory, at least. Wait, they were moving forward without her? "Hey, hey, hey! Wait up!" She quickly caught her balance and straightened out her thoughts, before running ahead and following them.

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[mybookof-you]

Apr 24, 2023

A.Word.A.Daywith Anu Garg

"Over the years, we have featured many trans words here. Examples: transect, transpontine, transitive, and transpicuous. Lately, legislatures in many Republican states in the US are busy making laws to make things hard for such words. These words never hurt anyone. They simply go about their lives, but that’s apparently too much for some. We remain intransigent and we’ll feature more in the future. Because.

These politicians are probably going to go after homophones next. We have featured such words many times as well. Examples: homologous, homophene, homologate, and rashomon. Again, heterodox that we are, we will continue to feature more such words in the future.

In fact, this week we’ll feature a whole week of homophones, words that have the same pronunciation, such as raise and raze.

Homophones or heterophones, transitive or intransitive, all words make our world more colorful, more picturesque, and more descriptive."

[14eliho]

magnolia raspberry bo

finally, a worthy penultimate conclusion.

[your-darling-gaze]

and how she longs for it...and uncanny plunge, to some succour, some repose, the vision is hazy and she's seeing stars, and she's feeling the cold of the freezing ceramic beneath her, and that her integument is growing just as cold as the chalk white, yet stained floor, stained with traces of her last misery and blood that flowed out trying, now, she is dying...and she is fading...the light passes through her figure almost as if she's growing vulnerably transpicuous, and her gut churns to be found...but she doesn't make a sound. The walls are whiter than magnolia and ivory..and she continues to fade..it was the last time that her bones ached and almost cave themselves out of her skin...wanting to run from her own anguish...but she stays where she is..and she keeps dying...slow and subsequent..

Destroy yourself

In the corner, pathetic and lonely, sits a girl with brown hairs and chocolate like eyes, suffocating in her misery. And no one is reaching out. She's alone in the dark, in the indescribable warmth of the reclusion. And no one wants to save her.

Eyes big, once so lively, now filled with sadness, are staring at nothing and quietly lose their spark. Fingers, covered in blue liquid, are bleeding and shaking, trying to hold on to something - anything - but it's meaningless. Her prison doesn't have bars, floor, ceiling. Only darkness, and comfortable, but evil, warmth.

And you wish you could get closer, grab her hands and ask her:

“Why do you destroy yourself?”

But she's dying in front of your eyes and it's inevitable and too late. Her blood is running down the ground of the corner and her sobs will end her. And in her last moments, she'll be watching the sea made from her blood and tears…