The Lovely Dark

photo from dozydawn but you're never satisfied you want something that's larger than life and i give that to you but it doesn't mean anything if my love is a victimless crime templates: A) dreamlike mimicry & yew tree lessons // +1 to attack B) idleness and mischief // +1 language C) new hallow OR old hallow // +1 to attack D) a sick rose // +1 language roll three times: kitten-sized mosquito on a silver chain three sets of colored glasses in funny shapes pocket watch with a compartment the size of a baby rat umbrella with a hollow needle in the tip three poison pill rings spotless white silk gloves taxidermy hat that whistles birdsong when the wind blows through it thin tube of lipstick around a razor living spleen in solution pins and the killing jar mourning locket with a compartment the size of an eyeball orb-weaving spider who admires you thorny bouquet of silk flowers tattered veil you can see through one way twenty books of matches ghost of a lapdog in a glass ...

  MAGICIAN fuyuko matsui There’s not another road for you than this. I’m so sorry. Starting Equipment: specially tailored clothes, a letter of termination Skills : 1) theoretical physicist 2) paranoid clerk 3) corporate striver 4) lab animal 5) fugitive Templates A) Katalepsis, Graveyard Girl // Kataleptic Limit 5 B) Down the Wolf's Throat // +2 Parasitic Tombs, Kataleptic Limit 10 C) The Dark Dark House // +2 Parasitic Tombs, +1 Appetite, Kataleptic Limit 15 D) Dogsbody // +2 Parasitic Tombs, +1 Appetite,  +1 Haunt,   Kataleptic Limit 20 ∆) Vers La Flamme Katalepsis rothko They drill the hole at the nape of your neck. There’s a tap that keeps the fluid in, but lets the membrane extrude. It’s agony the first time, but you get used to it. An invisible worm, a questing tongue. As you flex and feed it, it expands into a cobra hood of tangled false-nerves and alien mucus-slick. You can’t touch it, but you can feel it coming out of you. You can’t see it, but un...

  ULTRAREALITY Moebius The Rainmouth Corporation Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Stupid fucking blood gargling battery slaves. You don’t know what you’re sticking your fingers in. It’s not another universe, or outer space, or the noosphere, or a dream or a vision or a fantasy. It’s not anywhere but anywhere but here. It’s not anywhere but here. It’s another road, another way OUT. It’s OUT THERE, but you can see it from IN HERE. They’re touching each other. A one-way road still goes two directions. I can explain it, I promise. Look: even before Brass-Born Shah invented the microscope, you were still crawling with tiny little freaks. They’ve always been there. These guys have always been there too. They’re not tiny they’re invisible, intangible, undetectable. They’re eating you but you can’t tell, because they aren’t taking away something you know how to miss. They’re OUT THERE, but they can come IN HERE. They can come in here. Substance...