Florence M

aNd A QuEsTiOn

@the-spiraling-artist

i like gifts

The gIft!!!

and the question…

wHy Is It tHaT yOu ReFusEd ThE cALL of It iS nOt wHaT iT iS???

i refused es mentiras.. because it hurt.

I dO understand tHat mixIng tHe eYe and the sPiral could be an

unCOmfortable experience

I find it quite distasteful to be knOwn mysElf

but I’m cURious nowww

yea why not

i first technically encountered es mentiras when i found one of those…fucking uhhh jurgen whats-his-name’s books.

it was supposed to be a parody of a shakespeare i think? it wasn’t very clear… maybe hamlet? it was one of the popular ones.

doesn’t matter.

what matters is that i was chased by spiraling ghosts, haunted by doors and too-long corridors and then finally almost eaten by a trapdoor that was never in my floor before that day.

i fell for so long, i almost thought it was The Falling Titan, but no.

i kept thinking it was going to end.. but it didn’t.

the walls were mirrors, mirrors that reflected my pain.

see, The Watcher and Es Mentiras shouldn’t mix on principle, and so it hurt. a lot.

i eventually escaped and sought refuge with my lovely little insects.

how irONIC

A book! Such a bOring way to enter such a wOnderFul place 

i.. not by choice.

aNd A QuEsTiOn

@the-spiraling-artist

i like gifts

The gIft!!!

and the question…

wHy Is It tHaT yOu ReFusEd ThE cALL of It iS nOt wHaT iT iS???

i refused es mentiras.. because it hurt.

I dO understand tHat mixIng tHe eYe and the sPiral could be an

unCOmfortable experience

I find it quite distasteful to be knOwn mysElf

but I’m cURious nowww

yea why not

i first technically encountered es mentiras when i found one of those…fucking uhhh jurgen whats-his-name’s books.

it was supposed to be a parody of a shakespeare i think? it wasn’t very clear… maybe hamlet? it was one of the popular ones.

doesn’t matter.

what matters is that i was chased by spiraling ghosts, haunted by doors and too-long corridors and then finally almost eaten by a trapdoor that was never in my floor before that day.

i fell for so long, i almost thought it was The Falling Titan, but no.

i kept thinking it was going to end.. but it didn’t.

the walls were mirrors, mirrors that reflected my pain.

see, The Watcher and Es Mentiras shouldn’t mix on principle, and so it hurt. a lot.

i eventually escaped and sought refuge with my lovely little insects.

how irONIC

A book! Such a bOring way to enter such a wOnderFul place 

i.. not by choice.

aNd A QuEsTiOn

@the-spiraling-artist

i like gifts

The gIft!!!

and the question…

wHy Is It tHaT yOu ReFusEd ThE cALL of It iS nOt wHaT iT iS???

i refused es mentiras.. because it hurt.

I dO understand tHat mixIng tHe eYe and the sPiral could be an

unCOmfortable experience

I find it quite distasteful to be knOwn mysElf

but I’m cURious nowww

yea why not

i first technically encountered es mentiras when i found one of those…fucking uhhh jurgen whats-his-name’s books.

it was supposed to be a parody of a shakespeare i think? it wasn’t very clear… maybe hamlet? it was one of the popular ones.

doesn’t matter.

what matters is that i was chased by spiraling ghosts, haunted by doors and too-long corridors and then finally almost eaten by a trapdoor that was never in my floor before that day.

i fell for so long, i almost thought it was The Falling Titan, but no.

i kept thinking it was going to end.. but it didn’t.

the walls were mirrors, mirrors that reflected my pain.

see, The Watcher and Es Mentiras shouldn’t mix on principle, and so it hurt. a lot.

i eventually escaped and sought refuge with my lovely little insects.

how irONIC

A book! Such a bOring way to enter such a wOnderFul place 

i.. not by choice.

aNd A QuEsTiOn

@the-spiraling-artist

i like gifts

The gIft!!!

and the question…

wHy Is It tHaT yOu ReFusEd ThE cALL of It iS nOt wHaT iT iS???

i refused es mentiras.. because it hurt.

I dO understand tHat mixIng tHe eYe and the sPiral could be an

unCOmfortable experience

I find it quite distasteful to be knOwn mysElf

but I’m cURious nowww

yea why not

i first technically encountered es mentiras when i found one of those…fucking uhhh jurgen whats-his-name’s books.

it was supposed to be a parody of a shakespeare i think? it wasn’t very clear… maybe hamlet? it was one of the popular ones.

doesn’t matter.

what matters is that i was chased by spiraling ghosts, haunted by doors and too-long corridors and then finally almost eaten by a trapdoor that was never in my floor before that day.

i fell for so long, i almost thought it was The Falling Titan, but no.

i kept thinking it was going to end.. but it didn’t.

the walls were mirrors, mirrors that reflected my pain.

see, The Watcher and Es Mentiras shouldn’t mix on principle, and so it hurt. a lot.

i eventually escaped and sought refuge with my lovely little insects.

how irONIC

A book! Such a bOring way to enter such a wOnderFul place 

I’m making something for Tma ocs

if ya wanna be included all I need is:

the ref of the oc

A symbol that relates to ur avatar(for example, Irene’s would be a tartigrade)

edit: since I realized it yall can suggest canon/canon au characters that arent included in the original like stranger Sasha, or that spider martin(@/weaving-assistance)

@the-spiraling-artist @foggy-figure @leechluvr85 @hot-avatar-summer @erik-lovman-tma @abyssiot @val-of-the-dark @kiki15fox @bugsbonesandballads @speyeralling-down-thy-majesty @wren-of-the-flock @theinstitutesbitchig

edit:

@delia-in-a-leitner @flies-and-lies @ev1-gone-extinct

aNd A QuEsTiOn

@the-spiraling-artist

i like gifts

The gIft!!!

and the question…

wHy Is It tHaT yOu ReFusEd ThE cALL of It iS nOt wHaT iT iS???

i refused es mentiras.. because it hurt.

I dO understand tHat mixIng tHe eYe and the sPiral could be an

unCOmfortable experience

I find it quite distasteful to be knOwn mysElf

but I’m cURious nowww

yea why not

i first technically encountered es mentiras when i found one of those…fucking uhhh jurgen whats-his-name’s books.

it was supposed to be a parody of a shakespeare i think? it wasn’t very clear… maybe hamlet? it was one of the popular ones.

doesn’t matter.

what matters is that i was chased by spiraling ghosts, haunted by doors and too-long corridors and then finally almost eaten by a trapdoor that was never in my floor before that day.

i fell for so long, i almost thought it was The Falling Titan, but no.

i kept thinking it was going to end.. but it didn’t.

the walls were mirrors, mirrors that reflected my pain.

see, The Watcher and Es Mentiras shouldn’t mix on principle, and so it hurt. a lot.

i eventually escaped and sought refuge with my lovely little insects.

aNd A QuEsTiOn

@the-spiraling-artist

i like gifts

The gIft!!!

and the question…

wHy Is It tHaT yOu ReFusEd ThE cALL of It iS nOt wHaT iT iS???

i refused es mentiras.. because it hurt.

almost reminds me of myself, or yk, what i could’ve been

anyways, can i ask— why the spiral? did y’have a choice? or was it just luck of the draw?

- @flies-and-lies

bugs are good company, they listen and they tell me things..

well sure— yeah contagions of the mind.. never really considered that i guess

sorry, i just don’t.. like es mentiras, tried to eat me a few years back..

whatever, not important, i’ll try not to hold it against you.

(Applies to all avatars of any power.)

You felt a tug— on the bindings of your existence, the strings that tie you to your patron. You were pulled, and pulled, and pulled, until you uncoiled and popped out on the other end of reality. Your ribs hurt, and your chest felt squeezed and pressed like canned meat.

You are here. But where is here? You look around and all you see is endless black sand, blowing in a wind that sounds like screams. No, those are screams. Others are here with you. You do not know who they are.

be careful

- @flies-and-lies

I.. Thank you?

be careful

- @flies-and-lies

I.. Thank you?

be careful

- @flies-and-lies

I.. Thank you?

not quite sure what i’m doing on here, but i’m bored, so i’ll see where it goes.

my name is Hepzibah Shaw, i’m an avatar of Carnage— i think people call it The Slaughter more commonly? — and The Falling Titan.

Why now?

I have just received a package from The Magnus Institute for one “Gerard Keay”. If you’re wondering how I know it’s from the institute, the words “Vigilo. Opperior. Audio.” Are stamped on the side.

The package is thin. Maybe a sort paperback or honestly just a few pieces of paper.

I– hang on. There is a letter. There’s always a bloody letter.

“Lying within this package is the last will and testament of Eric Delano, a former colleague of mine. Handle him with care Melanie. And this last instruction is very important: Do not open the package.”

- Your favourite Boss, Elias.

Which again tells me nothing. Actually what’s worse it there’s not even an address or location this time. Where is Gerard Keay? Who the fuck is Gerard Keay?

I suppose this is what I get for being complacent. A delivery with no instructions.

Pinhole books Was a dead end. And also Gerard Keay’s only known addresses. I mean, you should have seen the state of the place. The air was horribly dense and the smell– That soft creeping corpse smell in the wind. I assume Mary Keay is the person who died there, because the place was empty. Well, it was devoid of life. Human life at least, God knows how many of those bloody books breathe.

Anyway, door wouldn’t open, save a crack, and the walls were covered in these inky markings. Sanskrit maybe? It was hard to tell, and honestly, I was trying to see if her son(?) was inside. He wasn’t, just piles of books. So many I started to wonder how she navigated the dingy old place. I am still wondering, really. Maybe she didn’t, and books that gave her undeath just crushed her one day.

So, I have nothing but the memory of a manky flat.

I suppose I met a new avatar of The Epulo, one that didn’t try and get me to eat meat and seemed like a decent human being. I suppose that’s the catch, the more human you are the less you can enjoy being an avatar. All the power that comes with it.

Which is to say, I have nothing in Gerard’s whereabouts. Looking online, I found some art attached to the name, it was honestly pretty good. Very eye-oriented though, so I assume he works for the institute in some capacity. He also might be dead, but I can’t for the life of me find anything on it. It’s not like the information isn’t somewhere there– Hell, think I saw an article on it! I just… Couldn’t click on the link.

I’m going to wait it out, see if a lead comes to me; maybe I’ll ask Elias where Gerard is. Until then– Well, who really knows? I’ll either have a normal time of be running from a dolphin that eats human flesh and had a harpoon arm.

not well, but i’ve met him briefly