#tenjima

“You should arrest them instead. Beat them in their own game.”

“That looks infected…”

munday muse ask meme !!

i love writing:

spooky bullshit

inhuman individuals loosely pretending to be human

men with depression

men with depression who i can try to write a better character arc for where they get better and deal with their issues

dads, or people who are fueled by their love for their allies

people who are loyal to a fault, to the point of self-destruction, to a particular idea or concept or person

gonna say spooky bullshit again bc goddamn do i love spooky bullshit

a lot of my favourite muses and my original fiction has to deal with the concepts of liminality, the idea of existing on a border between two states. usually this manifests as inhuman entities or half-human entities trying to figure out how to live among a humanity that can sense they don’t belong, or figuring how they want to place themselves. its not exactly just ‘fish out of water’, its specifically the aspect of being on a border between one thing or place and another, and the ability (or lack thereof) to step in between each side and how that affects both the self and how others perceive it. its why i like writing monsters a lot, because its the idea of someone who fluctuates between states, can make themselves more or less human and amenable to the ideas of humanity, through being forced to interact with people.

Blindfolded

CHARACTER’S MEMORIES - open 

UNBEARABLE. 

That was the only word to truly describe how the past MONTHS were going, for all of Egypt. 

This God, the Mesiah his brother so worshiped, had asked his own kin to approach him, and ask for freedom of the Israelites. To free the working class, whom as far as he could remember, had always worked under Egypt. To free them off their labors, when Ozymandias had so much he wished to construct with their aid. It was foolishness. Better yet, because of his denial- this God sent Plagues down upon them, to show the devastating power he so possessed. Plagues, that tormented every living being within Egypt. From the people, to the animals, to the vegetation. And although Ramesses ii had been a generous Pharaoh, there was only so much he could withstand. 

At first, he had let the plagues run their course, and survived off the resources only readily available to the Pharaoh, and his closest servants and family. Ramesses, his wife and children, and most the servants of his temple were well taken care of throughout most of the plagues, to the best of his ability. They were all forced to drink the blood-turned water, as there was no other options- however, as livestock died, and lotus ate their vegetation, Ramesses had some that were spared, that he made sure his wife and children at least fed. Hearing the cries of his people as they starved, begging the Pharaoh for rations- yet he held most of his savings back, to keep for Nefertari and his babe. 

He denied so many of his people, denied even himself, so that the loves of his life could survive. And it ached the Pharaoh. He may have been unjust to the Iraelites, but he was kind to his own. This… This forced him to turn on his people, and for that- he so chose to suffer with them. As his wife stayed behind, locked away to guard their children, Ramesses would remain in the public eye, showcasing his own ghastly appearance, to let the people know- their King suffered with them. Out of guilt for his people, and that at least kept him their respect. 

As the Pharaoh starved through these plagues with his people, as boils and lotus and gnats ate away at their bodies and life- he remained a pillar of solidarity. He stuck through every plague until the very end- when the final plague struck, and his child… 

                    “  it’s a bit difficult to follow along;  i thought that this was going to be easy...  ”

In his mortal life, he didn’t know who he was, and in death, he was denied the same privilege. A light-hearted, carefree, full-throated laughter rings from his mouth, turned towards the ground, the Avenger laughs until his long slender figure sways and threatens to fall.  ❝In conclusion, that means you’re not sure yourself, yea?❞ The other Avenger was amusing to speak to----Wei Wuxian did not understand why it was so difficult to admit to uncertainty. A question was a question, in his opinion. Perhaps it had something to do with pride. Upon their response, his interest peaked, as demonstrated in his actions, a finger rose to finger his chin.