The Consciousness
But there was a consciousness all around him, and he could feel it. it wasn't just one, but multiple consciousnesses. a hive of them. a hivemind.
Guilty Conscious (Request for ElusiveWolf)
“my trainer and i play that all over the place, we’re called guilty conscious!”
Throw off entry
For context of this little stream of consciousness, see my latest journals. i posted the campaign that deals with sentient mimic shapeshifter hybrids there that this comes from. icon is from wikimedia commons.
I think that my stomach is firm because I have food in that wants to talk to you but it doens't matter what I write so long as I write
I think that my stomach is firm because I have food in it that wants to talk to you but it doesn't matter what I write about so long as I write. I shouldn't post this online but I want to. I want to tell you the quick five minute story of the...
The Other Dragon World: Chapter 11
You see, you yelled to me about how you trust me not to kill this young purple dragon's body when i had no control on my own consciousness.
Victernus - Chapter 1 (2016 Edit)
Namara tilted his head a few degrees, fiddling with his cell phone while he eyed his feet curiously. Slouched back on the grey, flimsy couch that stood against the far wall of his living room, he sighed and tried to remember what he was doing. Rays of...
[Conscious of a King]: Mutineer Without Reason
conscious of a king: **mutineer without reason** _"imagine if you will..."
A Miltank Meets a Bulbasaur
Once again growing self-conscious, she crossed her arms over herself, best covering herself the best she could. bulbasaur glanced down then up at her again, “you're really self-conscious about that, aren't you?"
Stream of Consciousness...
I guess i'm just running with a stream of consciousness... i guess i should stop listening to something in the way.... but there's not much else that fits my mood as well as this does...
Forest of Ghosts
That is part of the fun~ this is part of the post-self setting, a world of uploaded consciousnesses. you can read more about it at [https://post-self.ink](https://post-self.ink) "you go first."
Motes Played — Chapter 3
Motes played. Today, she played prey. Today, she was a mouse to some fox, some owl, some cunning predator. She crept and crawled at first, prowling through the brush and between the trunks of trees. She stuck to where the pine needles made a thick...
Motes Played — Chapter 1
She died at play, Gamboled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o'er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver...