Elena Ichinomiya

I literally stop there for good minutes being ticklish just from reading this part. --- A burnt electric pole. Seems like there's a fire broke out again as of late.

Smoke from faraway. I heard siren too. Must've been fire broke out.

New book i just ordered.

Wolf is...one of RP partner who knows what they doing. The writing style, choice of words, believable character build-up, it's what i could ask for. There's one moment that i had to call back my reply to justify it with Wolf own reply quality. Which is good as i consider it a small challenge to write better and dig for an idea to progress the story. Speaking of progress, Wolf is no joke either. Combined with the good point i mentioned previously, Wolf is attentive to detail about the ongoing scene while keeping the heat of story going. As far as my experience RPing with Wolf goes, Wolf reply length is always consistent and never repeating the same sentence in circle (this usually happen if RPer don't pay attention or to pander their reply so it looks like they writing a lot) That's make it clear that Wolf never pull a punch for the story progression sake. Everything is considered before the reply is sent and it truly shows; or that's what i assume, i don't sit beside her when she write those reply after all but you got the idea! Patience and passionate writer. That's the simple way to describe Wolf in my book. I wish i can say more, but i guess Wolf performance in RP already struck me speechless in awe. More please?

Most people talk about the liminal space, creating story about it as if it's a living thing or a myth. I am however, have my own fascination toward space that i you most likely see, but didn't pay much mind to it. This fascination of mine has exist since i was young. A space that filled with memory of my own, but also imagination of something so chilling, it end up scaring me to go to bed. Your own bedroom, with only windows as the light source. Yet you somehow feels like you don't belong there. Have you ever once in your lifetime see your own bedroom, or your relatives bedroom early in the morning, with the lights in the room still turned off, and the only source of lights is from the windows, and it happen to be a cloudy morning? We've been there. But by putting your perspective in different angle, such as standing in front of the door, you'll see the very same picture i refer above. The room is dark, there's only one source of lights, but it didn't give you any comfort or vibe that tells you today is going to be a good day. Even more so when it turn out to be raining outside. Your room, the only safe haven you have, are now become a very image of isolation and loneliness. It's dark, cold, and it seems like the world don't want you to go out at all. The table feels cold to the touch. The floors feels like an ice that slowly crept to every single nerve beneath your feet. And your bed is no better. The very spot that you love so much no matter how much of a grind your day is, now it feel...ominous thanks to the current predicament. The bed who either become enticing furniture for you to sleep on in the mid-work, or after work, are now inside your mind with different thoughts about it. Maybe the only moment where you can say, "I'm not sleepy" than usual grumbling about how you want to sleep for another minutes. As you gaze into your bed for another minutes, the poor lightning and the weather, a thoughts suddenly flash into your mind. The bed, that is now illuminated with either blue, or gray, is triggering your imagination. It's as if you feel like those bed wasn't even yours. You're not suppose to sleep there. At the very least, not at the time. Then the sudden imagination change for the worse. The bed, that is slowly grow cold due to the weather, somehow give you an idea, that there's someone who sleep there beside you. But it seems like impossible outcome especially if the bed is a single bed. That's right, you live alone. So you cast that thought aside. Minutes passed and if you still stand in front of your bedroom, you'll notice that sometimes, the view didn't get any better. The blue or gray highlights are now become even more clear to see, revealing the room in its entirety, but not in the way you usually see. Somehow the room feels cold even without any air conditioning on. As you gaze your bed one more time, you begin to think, "Who would sleep on a cold bed, in such poorly lit room, and in a cold day like this?". You could point at yourself but regardless, the other thoughts enter your mind. Somehow, you can see yourself sleeping in that cold bed as if nothing happen. Next seconds later, you remember the coldness of your room and it crept up in your mind, that the same person who sleep in that bed...are also cold as ice. You see yourself sleep there, unmoving, even though you convince yourself you're alive. But your mind keep showing you that very picture of you, sleeping under the poorly lit room, unmoving. And at the same time, another thoughts slide in about the monsters under the bed. To be honest, i have questions... When was the last time you check what's under your bed? Do you remember what's under there? You thought nothing of it most of the time, but with current predicament, somehow you feel hesitate to find out. It's as if you don't want to feel those cold floor to crawl to your skin other than your feet. But in all honesty...you just don't want to find out knowing your mind might play trick on you early in the morning. You see many tale about what's under the bed, you thought nothing of it back then but with such atmosphere in the air...you really told yourself it's not worth the trouble, even if it's your own bedroom, a supposed safe haven made for yourself. A space that was made to suit your style. A space that shows your personality. But right now, the room itself feels like judging your emotion. Cold, lonely, fearful. As the thoughts begin to screw up your mind, you thought to yourself. "This very bed...might be my final resting place". A morbid thought begin to enter your mind. As you now see yourself lie on that bed, but the position is like you're in a coffin. You lie there peacefully, Both hands connected, fingers intertwined, eyes closed without any emotion. You lie there...as dead person. The cold air are now become a second person in that room, whispering the uncanny yet possible outcome of what would happen in the future, in this very room. And only then, you shake your head and utter the words first time in the morning. "What the hell..." And just like that, the thoughts disperse, the room turned less hostile, less cold, and feels like nothing special. As you turn on the lights, you take a deep breath of relief. And you wonder if same thing would happen again. Not just for tomorrow, but on the future. Because you're well aware you'll see that very sights for many years to come. You live there, and that's where you sleep, your safe haven. And maybe one day, those image of you sleeping in this room with exact predicament, without anyone in the room but you, and those bone chilling cold air that slowly crept to every inch of your skin, would become reality... --- DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. (c) Elena Ichinomiya 2023

My wardrobe that somehow open by itself the moment i look at it. At dawn.

A mug of tea

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Horror rule34 I don't think those image would pass ED ToS even as link. You're welcome to try though.

How much longer until my torrent download completed?

I forgot we didn't vote yet

Slow down honey! You've become too blurry for going too fast!

I love the sounds when you pound my pussy. KAC-HUNK!

After sex... "Whoo! Baby that was hot! We better get rid of the smell, i'll get the window open" *is on submarine*

"Did you bring tripod with you or selfie stick? You said you want to try this position on different angle...right?"

Kusanagi

Rocket launcher! When vibrator ain't big and deep enough...

I need better eyeglasses. Badly. Now my sides are hurting from laughing too much in the morning. I saw person running amidst the rain through my window. What a busy bee.

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Empty bottle. Stay hydrated guys.

The idiotic world of Netflix account policy. This is first time in my life i see a policy that not only put a customer under but also the company itself. Where did they think we live in, 2005?

Continue? When it come to couple, like, real lovey dovey couple, it should be something that sweet and would burn into memory, through thick and thin. Though I would say its subjective. Some form of love can be sickening to the point its scary. But my love story with him? Oh god why. No he’s not abusive, if anything he care far too much for his own good. I even wonder why no one bat an eye on him. He might be aloof but deep down he is caring. He just don’t flaunt it. I mean there’s a time where he feel bad for messing up our first date, he decide its best to arrive early. Oh and no, its not one hour early or something. He’s been there for almost two hour early. What is he thinking? Turn out he don’t want to be distracted because its pretty easy for him. Now that he done it, I have to pay him back, right? So I decide, why don’t we have a date on a familiar place like, you know, my room? Now it might be bold move but thing is, he’s been visiting my room plenty of times, but only when there’s occasion. Well guess what? He prefer his room instead. I don’t mind that, I visit his room a lot too. But just like him, I only visit when I have good reason to. We spent a lot of time talking about whatever but then we realize…we didn’t do a thing what lover do. No flirt, no hug, not even kiss…or sex? Okay, the latter might be too forward, but we clearly not even thinking to do that. I mean I would do that but I don’t find a chance to make the move. It would turn the conversation awkward. So our date end in pretty much of a flatline. He is nice enough to escort me back to a bus stop. But in that very spot…he finally cracking down. --- Our date was…bust. I know, I’m a guy, I’m leading the charge, but I’m no pushover. Sure we’re dating, heck, I’m the one who ask her out. But I just can’t bring myself to be so forward…I just can’t. She need to know something first before I go about it. So at the bus stop, I told her. Finally. I told her I like her. That doesn’t change. But the thing is, what start as attraction, is now become a poison. I see her differently, every time. Her smile, her body language. I just can’t stop the thought. Sorry to say, its not as sweet as you think. I dream…no, imagine sometimes… She lie down as I’m on top of her. Sharing kiss. Touching each other. And hear her beg… So much that I don’t care if we’re still in high school. If you know what I mean. Now you know why I can’t bring myself to love her. Out of fear of myself. And yet she stays with me regardless. She might not Ms. Popular but if she tries, she could get the better option than a man who jerk off to her inside my mind. She deserves love that suit her. I don’t have such thing to offer… --- So turn out, he hid the monster inside him and it result him being so cautious. The only time he let himself go is when he confesses to me. And that’s it, he shrink back to his safe bubble because he think it was the best for us. Well, to him at least. I response with chuckle and sit down while told him to go along. I told him to sit while facing away so our back is touching each other. He then asks me what am I trying to do. I told him if he really love me, then he should spill what’s on his mind about me. Obviously, he hesitate. --- Is she crazy? Does she even get it what I’m trying to convey here? But…she stays so there’s that. She told me to spill everything. Thing is, we’re at public place...oh screw this, who care, its just us at the moment. I told her everything what I felt about her, it sounds sickening and even though it’s the truth coming out of my mouth, it disgust me. I can’t believe I told her this. I’m pretty sure that’s it, our relationship screwed. But… --- I never expect him to be that blunt but oh well, I better say something before he thinks I’m humiliating him. I ask him what he felt about what he just said. And also, why he felt like against it. And finally, how does he feel after letting it all out. --- I told her it’s sickening. I wish I’m not become that man. I would swear on my grave I wouldn’t become such man. Then she ask me how I felt now after all this antic…I feel relieved for some reason. Like, nothing hold me back when it come to her…was this is the reason she do this to me? --- Of course, it is. He holding himself back way too often. On our first date, he tries to hold my hand. On the next one, he want to do me but got a cold feet. And I can tell the way he invites me to hang out at his place, he seems adamant to put our relationship as real deal. But again, he got cold feet. He doesn’t want to get carried away. But he can’t convince himself he won’t. So I simply told him. “If you know I would hate it, I bet you won’t do it in the first place” That was bold, but perhaps that’s how love going to affect you. He proceed to turn around and as result, I turn around and face him to ask what’s up. Well, he just plant a kiss on my lips all of sudden. There goes my first kiss. I don’t mind that of course. He seems to gain his confidence but what he said next is a head scratcher. He told me if I’m ready to put our relationship to next level, just say the words. My words, he is so hopeless. Oh well, since he give me the rein…I told him we could. But in my place this time. --- “What if I become the man that you don’t want me to be after this?” “Then we should try again and see what's work” “If it fail?” “We’ll try again of course~”

Pleb review about forespoken, dead sace, and sonic frontier. We're off to a good start i say...now let's see how Cyberpunk DLC hold up...

Just another day on the internet eh? Well at least we got something to work on now. My first image challenge on this thread!