Chapter 3
This is fine. Bass thought, as he paced around his room. This has happened before, nothing to worry about. I’ll just go and work for another day then the next morning I’ll be back, and it’ll all be fine. I’ll be back to my life... My ordinary life... Bass sighed, sitting back down on his bed. Well, I can at least make the best of the situation. Another day with Rafiel and the crew doesn’t sound that bad...With a renewed attitude, Bass changed into his uniform and headed to the din
I climbed up the jagged rocky wall with my bare hands–because apparently my survival instincts are dramatic like that. Once I reached the top, I saw that, well…
I was stranded.
Truly splendid.
My first hour into the cosmere and I’ve already achieved the impressive feat of being lost, confused, and perched on a small rock mound like some kind of underprepared mountain hermit.
Surrounded by a red sea.
Wait.
Red sea.
I opened my leather notebook and flipped through the pages. I
EDIT: I just remembered that I should probably start with saying that this has spoilers for The Final Empire
This game was competitive with me (Kelsier), @The WorldHopper Taynix (Vin) and @Emperor Comatose (Marsh).
All of us started going for the Luthadel Rooftops mission track to get as much training as soon as possible. Marsh picked up Balance early on, but only used it like once several turns later. I got Maelstrom and Ruin, which made the other two start to team up against me. Aft
Allowing Rest
She did not allow herself to rest, not yet. She could feel herself getting close to the Answer. She strained, reaching across her bedroom floor—the desk had grown too crowded, sagging under the weight of stacked tomes and hundreds of loose papers—and awkwardly grabbed an unorderly pile of papers, almost toppling a nearby stack of books in the process. She filed through the loose stack of pages—some upside-down, sideways, or folded in half—looking for one in particular. She rea
Chapter 2
After an interesting conversation with Rafiel, Bass wandered back into the main part of the train. Dark wooden walls paired with a dark green carpet and gold accents gave a sense of nature and peace, with subtle signs of luxury. Of course. This train is for the above average people on the standardised morality scale, so of course they won’t get a run of the mill boring normal train. They did just enough in life to be considered ‘good’, but not much more or less. A good balanc
For the best reading experience, listen to Cups before reading to get the proper melody in your head.
It's the worst feeling in the world
Its the feeling you get
when you look at your friends
feel yourself leaving
and you think
"When I'm gone..."
"They wont miss me when I'm gone."
"They wont miss my hair."
"They wont miss me anywhere."
"They wont miss me when I'm gone."
Cause I'm almost gone
And they wont miss me wh
Sorry I just got some poem stuff that I wrote last night.
Climbing
The icy wind stings your skin.
The bitter chill numbs your limbs.
You pull your hood tighter.
You silver and head higher.
Your gloveless hands bleed.
You pay them no heed.
The wind blows back your hood.
You look down at the road,
Down the ice-stained-red,
Back the way you came,
And keep climbing.
You are shaking and numb,
In pain, teeth cha
There is a specific kind of silence that exists only in two places: in the five seconds before a theater curtain rises, and in the heartbeat after a Dungeon Master says, “Roll for initiative.”
It’s a vacuum. A held breath. It’s the moment where reality stops being the thing we’re stuck with and starts being the thing we’re making.
When I was asked to write for Week 2 of this series—focusing on joys that have nothing to do with the "trans" label—I realized that my entire life is essenti
I was basically asleep while writing these, especially that last one. So... idk if they'll make sense or be written poorly or anything.
Endless Aisles
Browsing the lines,
The endless rows.
Selecting from mass-produced items,
Picking cute clothes.
Arms grow tired,
A small piece of infinity explored.
That's how our brains are wired;
We always want more.
Browsing the lines,
The endless rows.
Too many highs,
Sparin
Sentenced
It was his time. They unlocked his cell door and roughly hauled him up from where he was sitting on the stone ground with no care whatsoever. They hadn’t told him when this day would come—or even if it would—but they didn’t need to. Ever since his capture, he knew his fate. He had to admit, though, that he had been holding out hope. Just a small hope, a faint longing for a miracle, as they sometimes had in tales. He was aware that this wish for salvation was ultimately never going
I like walking.
Not running, not jogging. Walking.
I think, I could walk forever.
Just existing, into the distance.
The constant repetitive movement makes me sad. But good sad.
I could walk. But I can’t somedays.
Somedays I walk forever.
Some I don’t want to walk out of bed.
Some I want to walk off a cliff or into the ocean.
Some I want to walk along said cliff or said ocean and take in the beauty of life.
Im not sure what today was.
It was bo
"They can survive on very little, in their cells. They barely need to be fed, and simply need daily watering. Why give extra? After all, we are doing them a favor keeping them alive..."
— Mono Guidebook (Abridged 30th Edition), Chapter 17, Page 9.
CAUGHT;NO-HOPE
YOU MUST COMPLY,
UNLESS YOU WISH TO DIE.
AND EVEN IF YOU DO,
WE WON'T BE KIND TO YOU.
YOUR FATE IS SEALED,
IT WILL NOT BE REPEALED.
WE HAVE CAUGHT YOUR EY
"Two meanings, too late both ways, as we are all late and may as well be."
— The Sixth of the Ten Icks, Late
Eyes
Eyes watching me all around, I see Them.
Eyes in jars on the floor in the mirror.
The mirror!
They use my eyes,
My eyes are Theirs now,
My eyes become Their Eyes.
You are Seen now.
“I must…”
“Do what I can,”
“To delay Their spreading Influence.”
“I…”
I’m scared.
“I must leave,”
“It’s
[CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING]
Contains some elements that may be interpreted as self-harm and/or schizophrenia I think. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong for the latter, as I don't know too much about it.
See Her;She Guides
I see her here.
Don’t you?
She’s at my side,
Holding a knife.
Why don’t you see her?
She whispers to me,
Guides me.
She hands me the knife,
I take it.
She directs my hand,
I comply.
I se
Unstructure
There’s a weight in my chest
Call it depression
call it guilt spirals
call it brokenness
I hurt more than pain
Im always left longing for rest
And the world follows
Wherever I go
Looking in a mirror
Hope unseen
Others look at me
Their eyes familiar hollows
Hands in pockets meet knives
“Wouldn’t it be perfect
To get what you deserve
A sad story
Pain is glory”
Clothes without po
Insanity Book
It resides on a dusty shelf,
In a forgotten Dark Hall.
No still-sane mind,
Has glimpsed its pages.
It seeks unstable minds,
Whose insanity must be Revealed.
It seeks you, my friend.
As it sought me.
Sought
It was a late-summer night,
Not too long ago.
I was helpless, confused,
And it sought me.
I will soon seek it too,
As it gave me a vision.
Restless Visions
A vision of it,
In t
Secrets Unknowable (The Page (2025/12/31), pt. 2)
A single page, the most unknowable secrets. A single sheet, the Unraveler of Minds. A single paper, held in a hand. A single mind, now gone.
- Lily
Coming out is a massive, high-definition shift. It’s not just about the internal relief of finally being yourself; it’s about the sudden, often overwhelming way the world starts reacting to you. One of the most exhausting parts of this journey is the influx of questions—some well-meaning, some nosy, and some that are just plain out of line.
I’ve realized that I can’t control what people ask, but I can control how much of myself I give away. This week, I’m focusing on Setting Boundaries with
Content Warning: Drugs’n stuff
The artist sighed, staring up at the abandoned church on the hill. He had better things to do with his time than do odd jobs for some stupid church. Unfortunately, he also had to pay rent, and sometimes that meant going out of his way in the middle of the night to get his hands dirty and make ends meet.
That was another strange aspect of the job. Why the middle of the night? They asked him to come clean bathrooms and vacuum and check equipment… did th
I say I’m one thing
Im really two
I call myself one thing
I realize I’m two
It would be so much easier to be insane
I look at those with voices
And yearn for that security
I have problems, we all do
But it would be so much easier
To call me crazy
To say I’m insane
There’s a reason I’m like this
2 voices, that’s the reason
I wish I could be insane
I pretend to be
I want to have voices
But I don’t
Maybe tha
The tangled webs converge and Meet.
The Unaware go through their motions precisely.
They follow the Script.
Laughter
We drive through the cool night,
Through the buildings and lights,
We take a right.
We drive down the boulevard,
We enter the courtyard,
Into a line, behind cars.
We state our wishes,
Pay with our riches,
Receive our dishes.
We head on out,
Back to the mount,
And I have no doubt.
I don’t hate religious people. And I don’t fear all of them. Just most.
And the thing that’s ironic. When they wonder why I grow uncomfortable around them, or why I take off my rainbow bracelet, or remove my rings and straighten my stance, or deepen my voice. It’s not because my parents conditioned me to think this way. It’s because the ones with the crosses did.
When I see a cross in a house, I look for exits. When I see a cross on a necklace I prepare to turn, when I go to the bathroom
