Polterg)(ost.

imagine seadwellers in the before-times, in the times before society and civilization.

imagine seadwellers in near-feral clans, fighting battles over the fish-heavy hunting grounds in the abyssal depths of the sea.

imagine seadwellers deciding that glowing freckles weren’t intimidating enough, that they needed something more.

imagine seadwellers finding other bioluminescent organisms, turning them into oil-rich chalks and paints and inks, something that won’t come off so easily in the water.

imagine seadwellers, painted up with the symbols of their clan, their status, their rank, going off a’hunting.

imagine seadwellers, moving through the dark depths of the ocean, lit only by the glow of their own warpaint.

modern seadwellers.

modern seadwellers who get bio-ink tattoos that only light up in the deepest depths of the darkest oceans.

modern seadwellers who buy the oil-heavy chalks for festivals and celebrations and ceremonies, drawing out almost forgotten clan designs.

modern seadwellers who make up their own designs, and teach them to their clades, seadweller or not.

Doing t)(ings and t)(inking about t)(ings keeps me from going down t)(at pat)(. Puff )(elps a lot; t)(ey tell me w)(at feelings I s)(ould be feeling...w)(at feelings are appropriate...but I know t)(at if I didn’t occupy my mind, I’d get complacent and stop listening to t)(em. I may even )(urt t)(em if t)(ey got adamant. I don’t want to )(urt t)(em or anyone. I know t)(at it’s wrong as fact, but I don’t feel t)(at it’s wrong.