Plagued by strange dreams and overwhelming dread, Kolo decides the only way to purge himself of this torment is to make a pilgrimage to Serenity, the source of his nightmares, and demand answers.
Story is part of the GL0RI0US universe/arpg.
∗ Use of r-slur, copious swearing on top of that
∗ God fucking damnit Prox the last story was so wholesome
Down below a statue, people stand in poses / Making good impressions, vertical delights
Dij makes a new beach to hang out with Kolo, Jedana goes swimming, Affine has a crisis, and Vodo runs a popsicle stand. It'd be a normal Tuesday if Mags knew what a Tuesday was. Probably.
For once there's no warnings or anything. Wholesome!
∗ The boys are... fight...ing?
∗ Every other insult out of Juice's mouth is sexual and implies sexual assault
This went some places.
∗ Allusions to Fucking™ but nothing explicit. ALSO FLIRTIN N SMOOCHIN
∗ Some violence & depictions of paranoia/anxiety
∗ Usage of: firearms, alcohol
∗ Description of vomiting
∗ Detailed gore/viscera
∗ Description of a panic attack
Tabel Ink discovers there's a little speedbump with his project, and sets off on a quest to fix it. He bumps into a few people on the way, including some new friends.
How long ago had the last round of this been, anyways? How many leaders ago had it been since he'd last faced down a jealous, angry mortal, desperate for answers? Two, three, four generations ago? Four thousand years, a blink of an eye in his life, a half-second, a shard of a shard of everything he'd experienced. How long ago had Narke cast him down, thrown him into the dirt to suffer for his precious mortals?
Kolo vs. intrusive thoughts.
More personal/a vent than anything else. Working through complex weird shit. I won't be bothered if you don't want to read this semi-ramble of a mess. Not really fully-thought-out. This is a lot of words to justify posting vent writing on Toyhouse (sweats)
"I think it's kind of gruesome," Chetyre awkwardly said, shifting to slide his hands into his pockets, watching Linija flop onto the highest stair. The birds still chirped, far overhead, circling in the small clearing. "The idea that power has to be tied to... death like that."
Kvadrat opens a thread on the Magnitude Fragments' private forum to discuss what happened recently.
EXTREME spoilers for Keep a Secret's ending.
I don't know how to say this nicely. Not for the faint of heart.
∗ Blood/gore, described in heavy detail and a major feature of the story.
∗ Sexual themes; nothing explicit happens but heavy implications and thought process.
∗ Possessive, creepy, potentially-disturbing lines of thought.
This story is meandering and confusing to read.
You're hurt! You're full of blood!