so story mode came to a halt because I got scared by a boss.

but I showed the previous post to my friends and now they will just say 'depressed korean man' and cause me to combust so that's something

'explain limbus company to me'
A depressed korean man, a white haired german girl, a surprisingly naive chinese dork, Don Quixote, an impatient japanese self-proclaimed artist, a bug, a scared and possibly german dumbass, a french man, a gorl, a violent englishman, an aloof russian, a greek former military commander, and an italian manager walk onto a bus.
They are greeted by a tour guide to hell and the ferryman of the dead, who is also now a girl with an affection for plushies and has no idea how to read a map.

also there's no way dante actually knows he's italian. that amnesia be hittin so hard you forgot you liked pasta

finished chapter three yesterday and saw melty. also meursault who was using what I am going to term as an offensive amount of ketchup on his chicken kebab

you know it's spelled like that. meursault. because he's French and needs too many fucking vowels. will I pronounce it correctly no

anyway here's a centi for your troubles

have you ever wanted to discuss a dumb new hyperfixation so bad but no one's into it and you can't figure out how to talk about it in a sane way? that's me right now. and I know I look insane but I can't do anything. help me.

merusalt save me. merusalt

the way that the whole thing works is that there's a gem / crystal in a chandelier on the ceiling in the grand foyer. and it radiates this sort of...ray, idk. and it sort of alters the women's dna to respond to its rays. it prolongs their growth period so they become much taller than they would be otherwise?

and this is why coraline is shorter than her sisters - the divorce between her parents stunted her growth by having a shorter period of exposure to the crystal? jade spent a lot of time at home, so she grew taller than her sisters/mom?

but aurel had some mutation/alteration that caused his body to start responding to the crystal much stronger? and start to grow even when he's matured? everything feels like a stretch and nothing is remotely plausible. why.

"I think you're still the real James," I say softly. He barely reacts and looks down at the floor, where a small part of his pant leg has started to reach towards the ground. "You're just as you were before all this," and I lean foward a little. He hasn't moved from staring at the little drip.
"You're just James, and you know why? You still remember me." And he looks up a little.
"You're still you because every time I come, you ask me how I've been with this same cheery smile. You ask if I've read anything good lately, or if I've watched an interesting movie. You ask to see pics of my little sis' cat, John." And he smiles a little at the mention of the tortie.
"I know you're still James, because of every little thing that makes you yourself. To me, it's silly to think that you aren't the same. It's almost as if nothing changed - and honestly, nothing *did* change to me. You're just as you as you've always been. You're just James."
He's smiling and he's melting a little, even though the AC's down to about 40 F. "Ziz, I..."
I brush his face, now unafraid of a little goo. My hand feels a little numb, and he engulfs it quickly - but he feels warmer than normal. His whole body feels warmer than the outside air, which is quite unusual for him, to say the least. We were both under the assumption that his body's tempurature was dependent on his surroundings, and that he couldn't self-generate any heat on his own. I really can't see why he's warming up like this, given that warmth is actively detrimental to his body's structure...
James begins to avoid my gaze again, though he's staring at the hand poking into his cheek and watching the drips fall down my wrist. "Have I...," he starts and trails off.
"Oh? What is it?", I prose, my curiousity piqued. The viscosity of the sludge now becoming lower, my arm starts to cover in his sludge. I'm a bit startled, but neglect to move. His newfound warmth feels far more comforting than the cold room he detains himself within.
"Have I ever really told you...how much I love you," and James stares into my eyes, his face showing a dreamy look. Even though he's already half-melted into the same white sludge as always, he's still smiling at me, with his carefree eyes that don't mind that he's being wrecked by his own love...our love.
We stand up in unison, though imperfect, and the white waterfall courses down the sleeve of my dress shirt - I'd neglected to take it off after work, much similarly to how James always seems to wear his messy lab coat. Even though he doesn't have to. Quietly locking eyes, he pushes his chair away and stands in his little puddle that reflects the moonlight.
"You're melting because you love me, aren't you? Your face used to burn so red when you got flustered," I tease.

this is old but I bet someone will get a kick out of it

you know you're having a day when you make several different versions of the same character for a demon slayer au. you have not finished demon slayer! you're only at volume 5! but you could not control your brain.
and so now talloran is just James and he's gotten caught up in a time travelling experiment. and it went horribly wrong. and now he's about to get mauled by demons. and he takes two katanas, nichirin swords, off fallen demon slayers. and as time feels slow, he slices the neck of the beast, guessing it's a weak point, or enough to kill. the blades shift colors to black and white. and as he's found with the shifting blades, he's told that the blades accepted him as their new wielder.
and James begins to bend the flow of time to his will. able to speed it up and slow it down, reverse or stop it entirely. (mostly) befriending the main cast, and joining in on wild misadventures. trying to get back to his original time - and his beloved.

but also stanley parable James. it's complicated.

I figured out I can get on from school, huh. also I looked up the name of a monster from P&D - Massive Blade Brave, Zweihander and one of the first links to come up was Elden Ring.

Though I guess it's a sort of German longsword. I was under the impression that it was some mythological name before, but that makes sense. Or a singular sword, because one of the other blade braves is named Masamune - a very certain katana.

But as I look up to give a reply, I'm reminded of the fact that I'm craning my neck just to see his face. He leans his monstrously large frame over me with only a slight slouch, and doesn't notice when I back up. I try to look away, but he knits his hands in a basket and his hands are the size of my face. Eventually, he steps away from me, but I feel light-headed.

I'm not ready to publish ahhahahaahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

actual-informative-things: things I want to tell you / knowledge
spyralmancers: dumb yugioh thing. I don't use this anymore sadly
he-is-my-eldritch-monstrosity-and-i-love-him: zener
shove-him-in-a-garbage-bag: james. different from james talloran or james sunderland. this is an important distinction
the-borb: jackie. yes the celestial melodies character.
scrawls: unsorted character posting