The Ibis in the room lingers after others have gone, not just waiting to move unobserved, but also to see what remains.  They are as visually distinctive as most wading birds, but not as flashy as, say, flamingoes.  Instead, the ibis prefers to be at the edges of gatherings than to be the center of attention.  Ibises are tall, without being large; gangly and careful creatures that avoid altercation when possible - though they always seem to be there witnessing such events.  

The ibis is the one that sees you stumble up the stairs, or catches you picking your nose.  This would be obnoxious if they snickered or judged these everyday failures, but the ibis is a well of private judgement and secret knowledge.  The ibis won’t reveal your failings to others.

The Ibis might watch something as momentous as a birth or a murder with the same nonplussed reaction as to seeing bread rise, or a beautiful sunset, or a leaf falling.  If most avians are inscrutable, then the ibis is particularly opaque.   What can be certain is that the average ibis is brimming with secrets.
All this  would be problematic if ibises were particularly ambitious, or inclined to blackmail, but materialism isn’t common.  This is because the ibis knows better than any how ephemeral the world is.  The ibis knows you don’t step into the same river twice.  They have the same detachment to impermanent worldly affairs as most avians, but without dismissing it in flight, or withdrawing into hermitage.  The ibis prefers instead to be in the mix of mammalian intrigues and courtly dealings, watching and learning, recording for private reflection later.

An ibis is a terrible critic, but an excellent reporter.  They make terrible judges and lawyers, but keep courtly records impeccably. Those in need of a personal assistant would do no better than an ibis as major domo, or emissary.  They are wonderful functionaries in times of war and conflict, with a sangfroid useful to those in power.  Ibises do well when paired with more charismatic but less practical-minded species, it is not uncommon to see an ibis in the company of a feline or mustelid, playing the foil and reserved emotional anchor to the more outgoing personalities of others.  It would be a mistake however for the vain to mistake an ibis for a fan.  They will attend your comedic performance and not heckle, but not laugh either.

It is useless to ask an ibis for an opinion, they are notoriously neutral on most things.  Which makes them particularly hard to bribe or seduce.  Yet though an ibis is incorruptible, they are not particularly heroic either.  After a lifetime of companionship, they will watch you bleed to death without concern; they will listen close for your last words.

Shown is an ibis scribe in the service of a glorious leonine poet, ready to take down whatever gems might be uttered at the first sign of inspiration.

Zigzagged lightning illuminates 
a broken night sky,
showing the fractures
which darkness hides
(I’m afraid the sky will start falling
if the storm endures any longer)

Thunder echoes within
an empty amphitheater,
and ears ring with every
crash that sounds
(I think the clouds are falling
to the ground right now)

Rain splatters pavement and
forests alike in a downpour
which chills a world on fire
(are these drops all that remains
of what sparked the sky’s fall?)

Alas, the storm is over before it has begun,
and the sky appears unshattered
when revealed by the sun.
—  The Sky is Falling // a.w.

By upholding the Law, Prophet Jesus (peace be upon him) also opposed the giving or taking of interest because the texts of the Torah expressly forbade interest.  It is recorded in Deuteronomy 23:19 that, “You shall not lend upon interest to your brother, interest on money, interest upon victuals, interest on anything that is lent for interest.” Interest is also strictly forbidden in Chapter al-Baqarah (2):278 of the Qur’an:

“O you who believe, fear Allah and give up what interest remains due to you, if you really are believers.”

What if?

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by yet_i_remain_quiet

What if Oliver had waited while he and Felicity were being shot at in the limo? What if Oliver was the one who had been shot?

Words: 4027, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Psychoanalysis goes around the circle of identification twice. Identifications have to be first recognized and deconstructed and then relinquished, or taken away. This process is part and parcel of the path by which the desire of the subject is recognized and differentiated from the desire of the Other or from the desire to be recognized by the Other. When identifications (with the analyst and other significant figures) are abandoned, the subject finds his or her identity in the larger symbolic structure and the wondrous emptiness of unbeing (désêstre) according to Lacan, 1966-1967).


What remains of the ego after a critical analysis and deconstruction of identifications, can only be articulated in the form of the negative.

—  On the Aim and End of Analysis in the Lacanian School, Raul Moncayo, In: The European Journal of Psychoanalysis

This is a game mockup I’m working on to prospect the idea of a post apocalyptic Oregon Trail. The game’s name is “What Remains”. (based on my favourite OST from Fallout 3) Something in the lines of Darkest Dungeon meets Fallout with a lot of text and stories and roguelike elements. I’m working on all the concepts and animations. Making the UI, Scenario, trying to grasp the feel of how the game would look like when finished and if I feel it’s descent enough, I’ll dedicate some time to it and maybe really make it a thing.

Anyways, I hope you guys like it :D I know it’s just an early idea, but I think it’s better than nothing at all.

Also there’s a tumblr easteregg (what?)