#GIVE ME BIBLICALLY ACCURATE OLD MAN

[saytrrose]

Well if you mentioned fat kinger you gotta show us

How tf you gonna make a fat chess piece 🤨 /silly

I GIVE HIM A TUMMY ALL THE TIME

[thechibilitwick]

art block sniff sniff bursts into tears

[ibeewashere]

Normalize drawing old man Caleb with streaks of blonde in his hair!!! Ginger bitches do not go fucking grey they go blonde!!! LET HIM BE BLONDE!!!

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Reading my fave thin man and lady fic. Kicking my feet a lot because tbh. Sometimes a sad man really is just a weird woman's science project in a way that is so homoerotic

[mccoyquialisms]

Incredible things from the london D20 live show in no particular order (straight from memory so may not be totally accurate or have much context at all):

First of all the line up was incredible. Kugrash, Pete, Sundry Sydney, Skip, Fabian and Adaine. What a terrible combination of personalities, it was so funny

Btw everyone looked so good. They looked really good, those fits <3. Murph striped button up/polo? shirt and Lou grandpa sweater you will always be famous

When Siobhan rolled Adaine everyone was so excited. Lou (who had already rolled for Fabian) hugged her, picked her up and spun her around on stage ❤️

Everyone was so excited to have a buddy ❤️

The setting was rolled as a crown of candy, after Brennan literally said “wow we happened to have a few people from the same place, wouldn’t it be hilarious if we got a crown of candy or neverafter or something?”

Everyone arrives and are doing introductions and the first thing Fabian says is “[tearfully] Adaine is that a giant rat?” Cue the whole atrium losing it.

Sydney then proceeds to minor illusion Kugrash as “sexy.” After some deliberation and when prompted by Brennan, Murph decided this means he looks exactly the same except for giant veneers

Beardsley: Can I distract the guard?

Brennan [flabbergasted, as the rest of the party was doing INSANE shit around this]: Sure, the DC is 500.

Beardsley: If I crit will you let it happen

Brennan [indulgently]: sure

Beardsley: [rolls a nat 20]

Brennan: [despair], cast: [running around in circles on stage and jumping], fans: [losing it]

And that’s how they accidentally start a revolt in Candia within minutes of arrival by Pete the Chosen Outsider with the peppermint tooth and prophesied king of candia. But it’s cool because in the next few minutes Kugrash teaches them about democracy.

So many little references to past campaigns and character one liners. Way too many for me to list but the cast was clearly enjoying dropping them

Sundry Sydney hitting King Calroy with 3 grenades ON SIGHT

A Hasted Kugrash doing an opposed athletics against Calroy and Brennan rolls a Nat 1. The dice wanted that motherfucker DEAD.

Kugrash to Calroy: “I eat from the trash, and I’ve never seen a cake as shitty as you!’ And then proceeds to 300-style kick him off the castle wall (as acted out by human man Murph)

Sooo much PVP though really most of that was between Pete and Fabian as they fought over the crown of candia

Sundry Sydney successfully seduced and awakens personhood in Adaine’s identify spell. His name is ANUS now. (Another use…)

Skip is quangled out and replaced by Lapin (played by Zac) and tries to keep the party on track. He fails many times. He takes up smoking from the stress. Adaine does as well.

At some point Pete’s wild magic turns his hands into rock candy, which he uses to deal 2d20 damage to Fabian during a fight

Emily as Sydney, whenever crazy shit happens: this is canon! [raises cannon arm]

All of them (except Pete) have some bad baby milk and do kublacaine. Cue a small detour for more pvp between Pete and Fabian

Arthur Aguefort is released from captivity in a castle full of/made from eggs. He and Lapin may or may not know each other biblically. They met on an app for old magical men, don’t worry about it.

Bill Seacaster is the pirate prince of the dairy lands and has the quangle. They get into his castle with Operation Fancy Perfume Part 2 except Emily rolled a nat 1 for her assist, so first poisonous perfume takes out most of the party and everyone inside the castle. I think Emily may have been crying she was laughing so hard.

They sort of defeat Bill by giving him pleasure putty (which he USES behind a curtain in front of EVERYONE) and then has to go take a nap, so they sneak into the rest of the castle to find the quangle. I am never going to forgive Brennan for making it canon that he goes “yar har har YO HO HO” when he gets off. I WILL NEVER UNHEAR THIS.

Pete Conlan somehow gains the power of flight from Bambi LeRoux (Sydney brought her) singing the Reading Rainbow theme song. He does a flying ribbon dance out the window, where she stops singing and he falls and takes max fall damage. He’s still up, so Fabian jumps out the window with Feather Fall and shoots him with a laser gun until he actually dies lmao. He gets injured too somehow but I forgot how. They both get healed and everyone continues on like nothing happened.

Emily took her dice that rolled a Nat 1, kissed it, and threw it into audience with a cheeky expression. I’m in love with her I fear

The time quangle is an entire pool of lemon yogurt. At the bottom of the pool is a completely naked Gilear Faeth

Kugrash eats all the yogurt despite knowing it will kill him in order to end the quangle. His farewell speech has as a backdrop Gilear’s giant hog (played by Brennan’s arm, as he got out of his chair to stand behind Murph the ENTIRE time he was talking). Kugrash then ascends to the big bodega in the sky.

Sydney also seduces Annabelle Cheddar (EDIT: fuck it was like 12 AM forgive me) Primsy Coldbottle, who is explicitly 29 in this version of time. Both her and Anus join Sydney in returning to AnarchEra. I cannot emphasize enough how horny this live show was

Everyone gets sent back to their respective universes, except Arthur. He’s going to hang out in Candia for a bit to be Lapin’s “roommate.”

Fabian’s last line is that he has to call his banker because he has a new nemesis

Lapin: “That was the worst group of people I have ever met.”

God that was so funny, I really hope these live shows are getting recorded and will be released somewhere later. I need everyone to experience the epic highs and lows of this d20 session.

[cursecuelebre]

Roman God Lucifer of Light, The Morningstar, and the Rising Sun

Attributes

Morning star (Venus)

Light

Dawn

Rising sun

Stars

Director of the Heavens

Knowledge

Music

Twilight

Symbols:

Snakes/dragons

Jar of Light

Venus

The Sun (especially the rising sun)

Keys

Torches

Fire

Roses

Lavender

Bright stars in the night sky

Cats

General Information:

Lucifer before the Roman Catholic Church demonized him was a minor Roman God of Dawn. Since then he is been well known as “Satan” or “the devil” which isn’t true in the Bible Lucifer is never mentioned by name except one passage talking about the Morning Star which can be any god/goddess in the Middle East and nearby nations.

There is not well documented stories about Lucifer other than he works along side of Aurora the goddess of Dawn. Ovid the Pagan poet mention Lucifer as being the son of Aurora and Cephalus or Asterius (depending on what story you read), as she is the first to awake as she rides across the dawn filling the sky with light. Lucifer follows her capturing the light of the stars and pouring light from his jar. He also directs the order of heaven when the dawn comes to being. Known as the “Light Bringer” and “Herald of Dawn” and the Greek name “Phosphorus” which means Light Bringer as well. He is the physical representation of Venus/Morning Star. The Evening Star is his brother Hesperus representing the same star but at night overtime they merge together as one.

Obviously Lucifer isn’t all recognized as being Lucfiercus of Roman mythology. The Roman Catholic church used Lucifer as a scapegoat when demonizing their old pagan traditions. Since then a lot of Satanists and Lucferians see Lucifer as the Christian Devil which is valid. From my experience he doesn’t mind that, even I use the left handed path sources for his symbols and attributes even his sigil I used as a representation of him. I created this post to help people actually understand that Lucifer isn’t evil nor related to Abrahamic faiths in the first place. His origins do not show that, he was a god that helped bring dawn across the sky. It’s important to learn about gods who were demonized their actual purpose to cultures not just Lucifer but a lot of the “demons” we know today were once Gods and Goddesses. There is nothing wrong with seeing Lucifer as a fallen angel or a prince of hell just keep in mind that is not his true origin.

His appearance:

I have started to work with Lucifer early this year and it was quite interesting but in my meditations, that’s where I began to fully understand and work with him and help me to deconstruct my fears about him.

Traditionally he is a young man sometimes a child like Cherub (the classic art painting not Biblical accurate) with wings. I see him as a young man, but he is very bright! From my own experience has light colored hair almost white sometimes black, his skin is pale or gray, but his eyes always burnt orange so bright with massive black wings you would see on angel. At times he appears to me not in a physical sense in my meditations but in the sky as a bright star glowing like the sun. It’s quite beautiful.

My Experience from Working with him.

He has helped me being more empowered and trusting of myself, helping me hone in my skills of magic. Like giving advice and guidance on certain things. People who say he is like a father figure, I can most definitely agree with that, very gentle and very patient. But he will push you through not in a malicious way of course but a very tough love way, that he wants you to accomplish. I notice ever since I’ve been working with him I’m more confident and comfortable with my self and expressing my feelings.

Tarot Cards:

This is the tarot cards I personally associate him with feel free to use it but just sharing it in general sense!

The Sun

The Star

The Devil

[a-suspicious-number-of-ducks]

Hermit-a-Day May, Day 13: CubFan135. As you can probably guess, today's style/medium is sidewalk chalk! I was originally gonna do Stress in chalk, but then I took one look at Cub's s10 skin and the glorious mess of bright colors and knew it had to be him. He is depicted here having just had a firework blow up in his face. I went a little simpler with this one because chalk isn't a particularly forgiving or detail-oriented medium--especially not the blunt Crayola sticks I was using. Also I accidentally jumpscared an Amazon delivery lady while I was outside drawing this. Materials and more details under the read more!

Materials: Crayola 24 pack of sidewalk chalk from Walmart and my front porch.

References: N/A, other than Cub's skin.

I really don't know why y'all are so excited about this whole "outside" thing. There were so many ants.

I realized immediately after starting on the eyes that the black chalk stick had an extra black coating on the outside and the rest of the inside was just dark gray. This meant that I had to do the extra dark parts with a brand-new section of the stick each stroke. That got old fast. Also the light gray and the white were practically indistinguishable which made shading the coat very difficult. I had to go in with light blue to keep it from all blending together.

This is a "Biblically accurate" Cub (meaning I stuck to the skin pretty closely) because I simply don't know enough of his lore to pick hybrid traits. There's skulk stuff? But also vex stuff?? idk man I just like pretty colors

I'm not... thrilled with the facial expression? I liked my sketch better but somewhere along the way of filling in colors I just... lost what I liked about it. I'm giving myself some grace on that, especially with the mouth, because the point on my black chalk was pretty near gone at that point and details are hard under those conditions.

The Amazon delivery lady walked up to our front door. I was facing away from her, but caught the movement out of the corner of my eye. I made several inhuman spluttering noises while trying to process sudden person. She heard me and yelped because she hadn't seen me there either. We proceeded to frantically apologize to each other before she wished me a good evening and fled the scene. Note: if attempting to replicate my process to draw your own chalk Cub for some reason, the delivery lady jumpscare is an absolutely essential step.

[hobivore]

Mission 111: The Timebreaker | JYH

— Jeong Yunho x reader (f)

Prompt: "Hey, did you fall from heaven when you hurt—fuck." & "If you're trying to manipulate me us, it's not working." from this prompt list. AU/Trope: science fiction-y angel!au, coworkers to lovers (or partners to partners or whatever the angel equivalent would be) Warnings: Django!Yunho but give him wings, apocalyptic levels of violence and a little bit of blood (nothing too explicit) WC: 2.2k A/N: Surpriiiiiise, your local writer cryptid has risen from the 10th circle of hell called Adult Responsibilities! This short story draws inspiration from Ateez’ delightful space-cowboy concept, biblically accurate angels and a spoonful of Welcome to Night Vale (which I used to obsessively listen to back in 2012). Shout-out to my lovely friend @augustbutwinter for kicking my ass into gear and beta-reading this piece. I love your galaxy brain! © hobivore Do not repost, translate, edit or otherwise use my stories without my permission. ateez masterlist | ask box

“Are you trying to get us all killed?” 

The timebreaker sneezes into his elbow. He’s covered in a fine layer of dust. The chains strapping him to the seat didn’t survive the crash, but he won’t get far either way: his timepiece remains safely hidden in your pocket. 

You ignore him and survey the wreckage in front of you. There’s very little left of your spacecraft. Dawdling will only cost you precious time, and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the flames at bay. 

A few crumpled feathers stick out from under the rubble. You pull with two hands, using your weight to unearth your equally crumpled associate. 

“It’s not like I can actually die, of course. I think. Not really. I’m not afraid of death anyway,” the timebreaker continues. “He looks pretty damn done for, though.”

You turn around and fiddle with what’s left of the control panel. Your partner coughs up thick globs of blood. He wipes his mouth with the back of one wing and straightens his glasses. "Hey, did you fall from heaven when you hurt—fuck." 

“Welcome back,” you mutter. The control panel lights up once and fizzles out again. 

“Have you seen my hat?”

“This, here?” The timebreaker lifts one foot and your partner snatches the weathered cowboy hat from under his boot. “Sorry, I thought it was just a piece of debris. I didn’t mean to step on it.”

You snort. “Yunho’s awfully attached to that ugly old thing.” After a repeated bang on the control panel yields no results, you give up and grab your pocket pulsar. “Didn’t they go out of style over 600 billion years ago?”

“Real fashion is timeless,” Yunho says. “Besides, it's a keepsake from Earth.” 

You roll your eyes. “Ugh. You’re such a romantic.”

He winks at you. Behind you, the timebreaker coughs. “I’m still here.”

A glare shuts him up. Your many eyes tend to have that effect on people.

“Which way do we go?” Yunho asks. 

You check your pulsar. “We should head southwest for about 11 kilometres. We’re not that far off. You did a decent job crashing the ship.”

“Thank you.”

“You think you can walk with that leg?” 

“I’m fine, but it might take us a bit longer. Do you still have time?”

You nod. “I do. But the big boss won’t like it. You know his patience runs thin.”

“We’re bringing him a timebreaker! He ought to be happy with that.” 

Your eyes drift towards the man who’s still staring at the wreckage, appearing to be lost in thought—no doubt mourning what might’ve been his only chance at escaping.

“You’re right. Let’s go before the weather gets any worse.”

Above you the glittery storm clouds gather. With just your pocket pulsar left, navigating will be a lot more difficult if you don't cross the Great Plateau before the first rain falls. 

“So… you two are angels, then?” The timebreaker asks when the silence drags on for a bit too long. 

“Damn right,” Yunho says. “Ever met an angel before?”

The timebreaker shakes his head. “Can't say I've had the pleasure, no. They—I mean you, sorry—don’t exist in my universe.”

You grumble. He's awfully polite for a man who killed half a planet of innocents. “Just because you've never seen one doesn't mean we aren't there.” 

The timebreaker’s face turns sour. You don’t care if he doesn’t like you. There's more pressing matters to worry about: right now it's the unshakeable sizzling in your ears, the sound growing stronger with every step.

You rub your temples but the gesture brings no relief. Yunho watches you closely, rummaging through his coat pockets. After some fiddling he extracts a small bottle and hands it to you. He always seems to know exactly what you need. You down the liquid and make a mental note to thank him for that after you’ve finished this job. 

“Why does he have wings and you don’t? And what’s up with all the eyes?”

Your nostrils flare in annoyance and you’re thankful for the sudden crack of thunder that makes your captive jump. “No more time for existential chit-chat,” you say. The taste of ash lingers in your mouth. 

“If you give me my timepiece back I can get us off this planet,” the timebreaker offers. He almost trips over his feet in an attempt to keep up with you and Yunho. “Another universe maybe, just for the two of you? Something beachy? Sun, Martinis, a nice big bed, a few slaves to preen those pretty wings?”

You laugh and look at Yunho’s tattered feathers, still covered in dried blood. "If you're trying to manipulate us, it's not working." 

“Are we still heading in the right direction?” Yunho asks. He looks mildly flattered but not at all phased by the timebreaker’s implications, so you narrow your eyes at him. All he does in return is smile. If you weren't in the middle of a job you'd use his own wings to wipe that smug grin off his face.

“We’re slowly getting there," you sigh, handing him the pulsar.

“We’re heading away from the capital. The only civilised place on this planet.” The timebreaker glances past Yunho’s shoulder and points his cuffed hands at the device. His voice raises an octave when you start walking even faster. “Hey! What did I do wrong anyway? Since when is breaking time a crime? And who are you, the space police?” 

“You didn’t tell him?” Yunho asks. 

You shrug. “The less he knows, the better.” It’s a lie. It doesn’t matter: you just didn’t feel like talking to the man.  

“I’m sorry for my partner’s lack of proper protocol,” Yunho starts, and you close your many eyes for a moment to collect yourself and tune out the other angel’s lecture. The situation is starting to get on your nerves and you wonder if the flames have ignited by now. They probably haven’t—neither of your companions seem to perceive a sudden increase in heat. 

When you open your eyes again, the timebreaker’s face has gone blank.

“And that’s how we ended up here!” Yunho smiles and claps his hands together, as if he didn’t just give a detailed account of why the man will spend the remainder of his life in chains. “Any questions?”

“I—what the fuck,” the timebreaker says, “have more questions now than before.”

Yunho opens his mouth but you cut him off. Unlike the other angel, God didn’t bless you with the patience of a saint when They created you. “No one cares about obnoxious fools who run around universes breaking time. Killing innocents however? The boss doesn’t like that.”

The timebreaker tilts his head towards you. “Who’s this boss you keep talking about? God?”

You laugh. “So you’re a fool and uncultured.”

He looks ready to murder you. You’d like to see him try; it would spice things up a bit. 

Your partner shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “God died a long time ago. No, we call him the Captain.”

At the mention of his name the storm clouds rupture and shimmering glitter falls from the sky. You blink up at the sudden burst of colour. 

Suspicious.

“Dammit,” you curse, “we’re not even close.” You shake the pulsar, which buzzes sadly in the steady stream of luminescent sparkles. You huff and a small puff of smoke escapes your nose.

Yunho squeezes your shoulder. “Do you think you can do it here, if needed?” 

“It’s not ideal, but I can manage. The harvesting will be a pain, though. The soil is too muddy.”

“We can work something out. I trust you.” Yunho’s hand drops to his side and you miss its warmth already. Then he jumps in front of you, causing you to nearly barrel head-first into his chest. He spreads his wings and grins, “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.”

“Shut up.” You push him out of your way, suppressing a smile and trying not to look at the pretty glitter covering him from head to toe. Some of your eyes steal a glance anyway. “Vampires aren’t real.”

He’s still laughing. “For someone who pretends to hate Earth you sure know a lot about it. Who’s the romantic now?”

You don’t respond and push past him, aiming the pulsar at the glittery sky. Yunho doesn’t seem to mind your feigned disapproval and falls back at your side, his comforting presence grounding you like always. As annoying as he can be, you need him there. You’d trust him with your life. 

“I miss humans sometimes. It’s a shame they went extinct.” Yunho turns towards the timebreaker. “She was there, you know. During Armageddon. It was angels versus demons… pretty cool. I wasn’t old enough to join the fight yet. I’ve only heard the stories.” He elbows you in the side. “Tell him about it.” 

You groan. “There was a lot of fire. The end.”

The timebreaker raises an eyebrow. “What happened to the demons?”

“They were wiped out.” 

“That seems to be a recurring theme.” 

You turn your head and grin at him. “You could call it our… speciality.”

For the first time since you’ve dragged him from his universe, the timebreaker looks afraid. A shiver runs through him and his sharp teeth clatter. “I thought angels were supposed to be harbingers of peace. Chubby babies chanting glorias to God and all that stuff.”

“We were tasked to maintain the cosmic harmony of all universal laws,” you shrug, “but no one ever told us how to mete out divine justice.”

“You could say we’re just winging it.” Yunho grins. “Get it?”

The timebreaker doesn’t laugh. The crease between his brows deepens. “So let me get this straight: when you wipe out an entire planet it’s fine, but when I do it—” he huffs, an indignant sound, “—I get thrown in jail?”

You shrug again. “Collateral damage. It happens.”

“Fuck this,” the timebreaker says. Then he starts running. It only takes a few metres for his form to completely disappear in the downpour of glitter.

“Took him long enough.” Yunho takes the pulsar from your hands to save if from melting and sticks it in his pocket. “Are you ready?”

His glasses reflect an orange glow and you laugh. You know he loves this part of the job as much as you do. He can have this. “Go get him, partner.”

The angel spreads his wings and points at you. “I’m taking you out for dinner after,” he says. Then he disappears into the void. 

You draw patterns in the fallen glitter with one smoky foot and start counting. People tend to underestimate your partner by virtue of his angelic aura. They’re always wrong. 

It doesn’t take him long to return. The timebreaker shrieks when he sees you. “What the fuck happened to her?” He trashes in your partner’s arms. “I’ve got a family! Friends! They’ll come looking for me!”

“26 seconds. Not bad,” you comment dryly. 

“They will come!”

“Over there would be perfect.” You point at a spot a few metres away. “Thank you, Yunho.”

Your partner puts the captive down and pats him on the shoulder. He doesn’t run this time. Where would he go, hands bound, without a timepiece and with two angels on his heels? Maybe he wasn’t as foolish as you thought. Some of them keep running. 

“It’s going to be okay,” your partner says. It won’t be. “I’m sure you’ll be dearly missed. I can already picture the memorial service. Lots of flowers, sad piano music... it's going to be beautiful.”

The timebreaker pales. It appears he’s finally caught up on the plan. “What happened to jail? A proper trial?” He blinks twice, then recovers some of his rage and spits at Yunho, “You’ll regret this. My family will hunt you down and kill you both. They'll rip out your feathers one by one until there's none left.”

Yunho pushes his glasses higher up his nose. “‘I’m not afraid of death anyway’, you said.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t worry, death doesn’t have to be temporary. Some of us believe in reincarnation.” Yunho lowers his voice, knowing you can’t hear him over the roaring fire around you. “Not her, of course. She believes in total annihilation.” He gives the man one last gentle pat on the back before stepping away. 

“No one but you has mentioned jail.” You have to raise your voice because of the ringing in your ears. “And your family will find a shipwreck, remember? Such an unfortunate accident.”

“Extremely unfortunate,” Yunho agrees. 

The timebreaker doesn’t answer. His skin has turned the colour of grey mud. You feel the flames rise even higher, inching closer to him.

Finally. 

The last thing the timebreaker sees before the flames engulf him is the sky breaking open. You wrap around him and burn until there’s nothing left but a heap of sand and glitter.

Yunho retrieves an empty hourglass from his pocket and crouches down to fill it with sand. “The Captain’s gonna be happy,” he says while he pours more grains in the glass. "Look at the size of that pile!"

You suppress a yawn and shiver. You always get a little cold after the fire has gone down to a simmer.

“Chinese sound good to you? For old time’s sake?” Yunho hands you the hourglass and wraps a wing around your shoulder. “I know a place.” 

You elbow him in the side and smile. “Romantic.”

Thank you for reading! If you liked this story please reblog, leave a comment, tell a friend, send me a pigeon, launch a mars rover. Your encouragement fuels my inner writer cryptid 👾

[merakiui]

Alien rook choosing that fuck ass bob will never not be funny to think about. Do you think it's a beauty thing back at his world? HELP 😭

MOTH ROLLO TOO HDHRHGEHEH

Tbh the one I've been most rotting over is maybean alien divus or trein..💔 sorry I'm a chronic old man fucker -🕷️anon

LOL maybe it is a beauty standard (or maybe it's just Rook's own standard). He's so weird and eccentric. You can never know for sure just what his thought process is like. And moth Rollo!!!!!!! >w< cutest moth you will ever see. Ignore his penchant for arson; he's just a little dangerous.

:O omg alien Crewel!!!!!! There is a lot of inspiration that can be taken from his Vargas Camp outfit... definitely lots of potential for a biblically accurate horror of an alien!!!

And Trein... part of me wants to make him a catboy alien because it's too cute. T_T alien catboy Trein who naps near you at all times and can be trusted out of his confinement chamber because he seems so harmless and sweet. He's just an elderly cat alien. Give him lots of love. :D aaaaaa Trein grew on me in the GloMas event. He's so sweet to the MC and Grim, and he was so willing and ready to sacrifice himself to save his students and preserve their magical futures even though he knew the risks and the fact that he was hurting!!!! T^T he's the father everyone needs and deserves. <3

[ohyoufool]

Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Tagged by: @doggernaut and @montrealmadison my besties!!! I am so touched!!!!! and aren't we lucky that I just hit 10 posted fics?? And because I can't stop yapping, I put a little note about each of them.

austin (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Jack comes to Georgia like a summer thunderstorm."

(this one is alternately titled 'I went through a lot of breakups last year and got into country line dancing and it shows')

call of the champions (check, please!, lardo/camilla)

"It’s Lardo and her board."

(THE FUCKING FIC. I AM SO PROUD OF HER. and also I bought a sick salt late city 2002 olympics leather jacket because of it and it's basically my whole personality)

creation myth (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"It goes like this."

(this is me and @montrealmadison's magnum opus, and I learned how to bind books just to immortalize it)

sloshed with gold (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Jack’s phone starts ringing halfway through his Tuesday morning jog."

(if you like nhl!bitty and photographer!jack, she's your jam. not sure if I will ever like the way I wrote this one but eyyyyyy it exists)

rocket man (voltron, keith/lance)

"The fireflies were flickering above Keith’s dark hair to light the path. He stood on the porch as Lance looked out from the doorway. There was a moment of silence. “You will help me keep him here this time, won’t you?” he asked."

(I won't apologize for voltron. I am too far past the shame. i wrote a paper on voltron queerbaiting and it got me into college. I owe her everything.)

season of the witch (check, please!, bitty/jack)

"Sometimes, Bitty gets carried away with baking."

(um fun fact there's apparently been a typo in the first line of this one for the last THREE YEARS ?????? its fixed now but dear god. I would delete this if it didn't have the second most hits of any check please fic i've written. I cant reread it it makes me want to die.)

don't waste another mile or minute (not kissing me) (voltron, keith/lance)

"Light. An unusual amount of light. Keith throws his elbow over his face as he peels his eyes open, wincing as the sun blasts through an open window."

(an OLD banger that I wrote at my first internship because it was so boring. some clever lines but my writing has improved tenfold since 2018)

and all I can taste is this moment (voltron, adam/shiro)

"There is absolutely nothing like flying, Takashi Shirogane, sixteen, almost-professional pilot, assumes. He assumes because he hasn’t been allowed to fly (yet), but if the simulator gives him any idea of what flight is like, Shiro is going to be hungry for it for the rest of his life."

(my magnum opus before creation myth, and the longest thing I've ever written (48k). yall ever yolo on a rarepair and write a biblically accurate cold war fic? no? just me? ok.)

last sunrise in the wasteland (voltron, keith/lance)

"The first time that Keith kisses Lance, the sky is the color of cotton candy. "

(this is my fic with the most hits which is great except there's a softcore porn scene in it I forgot about and subsequently subjected my grandpa to when he was reading it and making edits for me. so now it makes me want to die a little thinking about that. no he never brought it up.)

In my veins (carry on, baz/simon)

"On the worst day, Baz wakes up in Simon’s arms, the cursed tattoo glaring at him in the morning sunshine. Simon is still passed out, body curled into Baz, chestnut curls bouncing with each heady breath. The mark bitten onto his neck from the night before flashing like a highway sign on his neck."

(once someone bookmarked this with the tag 'out of character' and it has haunted me every single fucking day since I read that. WHY DID THEY BOOKMARK IT IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE IT. sorry it drives me crazy. I DONT UNDERSTAND.)

Tagging (no pressure, and anyone else can also jump in!): @justlookfrightened @bittysthesis @chaoskiro @zimbits-my-love @parseisflat @a-very-gay-disaster @dessertwaffles

[originemesis]

@hesaint xxx

Peter huffed and puffed after his futile attempt to push Adam away, the First Man standing as immovable as a mountain. “I really need to start working out more,” he muttered under his breath, feigning an adjustment of his shirt as if it would somehow ease his exhaustion. And his now aching limbs. He shot Adam a pointed look, irritation mingling with amusement that crept into his expression. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You got me again,” he admitted, shaking his head in disbelief. It was hard to be truly mad at Adam when he was the one gullible enough to fall for the same trick repeatedly. “Maybe I’m just too naïve for my own good.” or perhaps he overestimated a certain someone’s maturity. “If you keep this up, you’re going to give me gray feathers,” straightening his posture as he finally tamed his hair back into some semblance of order after Adam’s persistent wing flapping. “Hey, hey, hey - c’mon now - ”

When Adam mentioned the tickets, a sigh escaped Peter’s lips. “Sixty tickets? You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, exasperation dripping from his voice. “How do you find so much to complain about in a single day?” “First of all, the Nickelback situation…” he shuddered dramatically, as if recalling something truly horrific. “If I have to listen to ‘How You Remind Me’ one more time during my morning coffee break, I might just fly up to the nearest cloud and scream. There’s a reason we have a set playlist. Music is supposed to uplift the spirit, not grind it into dust.” Did that sound a bit cunty ? Lord above, maybe Adam was rubbing off on him. Then Adam dropped the bomb about the Biblically Accurate Angel. Peter raised an eyebrow, genuine curiosity piqued. “Wait, hold on—she’s been… spitting?” He paused to contemplate the implication. “Isn’t that a bit… unsanitary?” His innocently dense demeanor revealed a lack of awareness about the true nature of Adam’s comment. “I don’t think anyone should be just spitting on the floor, you know? We have cleaning staff, and I can’t imagine they’d be thrilled about more work.”

Just the mention of working out has his talons scrunching up like the idea was in the same league of unpleasant as nails on a chalkboard- a mashup of Peter's melodic moaning and Nickelback even. Though the thought of an overly buff Saint Peter was also giving him the ick.

"Uhhhh- think you'd have to do more than just more, Pete. Try: a lot more." Oh well, maybe if the other spent more time bicep curling his book, he wouldn't have to check it every time for when the first man wandered back through from exterminations. "But hey~ if you want a spot in Mic-ro-Peen's surprise boot camp," because there was nothing else he could call the lead archangel drop kicking his door in (usually when he's four fudge pops in to glazing over a report) and issuing a military fitness test for all Exorcists- including him, "you can have mine the next time he's roid raging." He's so incredibly generous he's not sure he's not a saint yet. Not that he want to be one of those nerds.

Leaving the gatekeeper fussing over the newly depressed angle of his hair, Adam smugly leans back on the pulpit after perching at its edge again- legs crossed under the billowing bottom of his robes. "Unlikely. But I'll be sure to let Lute know you're interested in hagmaxxing her." Since she and the other gals all sported plumes of pigeon gray feathers.

Leaning back on the palms of his gloves, fanned talons flick up to twirl idly around the space between their banter. "Hey, not all of us sit around surfing surnames all day. Make it sixty-one now that you reminded me your job's cushier than mine." Examining his talon tips, he clicks them together, flexing them just so the light of the gates catches and glints off them. The last preening puddle went well- he'd even gotten a mani out of it. Extra sharp nails to rake across the bars of the gate in a bid to make old Peenor here open then faster most likely.

They end up curled into a fist that he blocks the start of a snort with, temporarily validated. "That's what the fuck I've been saying- well...maybe not the cringe part." Definitely not the cringe part. The only uplifting spirit he concerned himself with was the kind that possessed his dick on the regular. "I'm literally the smash hit debut of humanity here, and they won't let me spruce that shit up? Un-fucking-real."

A smirk slowly widens into a more manic grin before teeth click down, severing the laugh that threatened to clue the saint in to the matter of the ticket before he had a chance to thumb through them.

Not that he can help himself, however-

"Oh yeah, they're definitely not going to like mopping up what she spat out. But that bitch was so dry mouthed, it's going to look like I'm going around blowing random loads. And that's just slander- my loads always have designated destinations~" Well, now Peter knows there's wayward spunk folks could slip in if he doesn't find a wet floor sign fast enough.

[saetoru]

It’s been confirmed in a jjk convention. Translations on YouTube google is free. Anon is right Toji had been confirmed to be 28-30 when he dies. I don’t understand why literally everyone denies things the author confirms. Like if I was Gege I’d be annoyed. It’s one thing to hc but seeing an author literally confirm something and going “no that’s not true!” Is a bit ridiculous.

Especially when it’s something multiple japan fans quote. Remember they get interviews and stuff we as Americans don’t.

To answer anons question people age him up for dilf fics. It is a kink thing.

Toji is canonically 28-30 Japan fans stick with 30

ok and i didn’t discredit the anon i literally said oh i don’t think i ever saw that unless i missed it. evidently i missed it. i have a life with actual commitments and responsibilities so i don’t blow all my time watching fan conventions to catch every little detail about toji in order to make a biblically accurate fanfiction on tumblr dot com for gege akutami’s satisfaction that every minor detail he confirms about his 2 dimensional characters is perfectly referenced.

if i was gege i wouldn’t give 2 shits what people choose to do in their fanfictions about my characters bc at the end of the day i get my bag and live my best life !!

instead of being pathetically invested on 2 dimensional characters and their facts being fact checked by the encyclopedia of entitled readers, why don’t you just read a fic, enjoy it and nod along or quietly hate it and move on. if i want to make toji a 65 year old geriatric man with saggy and wrinkly balls i will do that. i would LOVE to see you and your army stop me

have a nice day ❤️

[capnkerfufflez]

I contain multitudes, so i made a uquiz for some of my quintessential sonas for fun

i dont really expect people to take it, but man i love an excuse to draw some of my boys i don't give much love to brief descriptions and the result descriptions under the cut

here's the link outside of just embed btw : https://uquiz.com/hkfS0R

in image order and i marked the number and color of the background above we have :

1 [red] E : non-fandom sona I use to vent mostly - "Conceptual Chaos Junkyard" / "CC Junkyard" so he's mostly negative traits of myself turned up to 11. He's the overly emotional and sentimental and over-reactive side of the duo between him and G.

"[[ oh baby girl, I'm so sorry for you, get some help ]] Everything you've ever done blows back up into your face, you don't know what you're doing wrong?! Or well, you've figured out a few things wrong with you, but you can't figure out how to fix those things about yourself…"

2 [red/orange] Knox S. Consumer : kinda a minecraft sona? - "What's Minecraft is Yourcraft" / "Yourcraft" He's in general a minesona, at least when I first made him. In Yourcraft he is the sona/character version of an oc that's a minecraft youtuber/streamer and who is very distinctly not me, so Knox falls into an odd character category where's he's both my sona and an oc's sona. He's an old grouchy wizard type, but breaks character often to help friends

"[[ you may think im stretching on this one, but i assure there's more obscure ]] You know so much yet so little. The type of guy that can recite so many video game lore details and fun facts across all subjects, but will fail to realize that they really did mean it calling it "cream cheese," it is actually a cheese. You are very smart though, with your intelligence only rivaled by your stubbornness."

3 [red/pink] Dong : pokemon not a big surprise, but he's a pokesona of sorts. He's a Mareep that's specifically paired with my friend's Wooloo "Ding," he's somewhere between a pokemon in the anime and pokemon mystery dungeon in terms of personification, he's very bitey.

[[ haha dong ]] Lil gremlin guy. You're the typa bitch to fucking taunt people bigger than you and when they get pissy you go 'oh im just a lil guy a lil birthday boy.' All talk no bite. well, maybe a lil bite, like consensually or deserved.. BUT the point is you take no responsibly of the misdeeds you may or may not do !

4 [orange] Bibbly : double life / life series Bibbly is the character I made soulmate's with my friend cause we were watching other people make sona's and pairs with their friends too. Bibbly is based off of a drawing I did based on a more literal interpretation of one of my minecraft skins (specifically my 453 skin), "Bibbly" coming from "Biblically accurate." Personality wise he varies a lot cause in conception and most practice he is an utter coward, very reliant on my friend's character, though in other interpretations I make him a lot more jaded and no-bull shit but also those are usually what is supposed to be later in his development and/or away from my friend's character

[[ telephone game of sonas ]] You are a recursion of self analyzation. You try to map out your intricacies only to have your theories on yourself become rules. And once you've realized its a set habit of thinking. You know trouble and you avoid it the best you can.

5 [muddy yellow] Clart : minecraft sona ? - "What's Minecraft is Yourcraft" / "Yourcraft" Similar case as Knox, where Clart is my sona and the sona of one of my oc's who isn't me, but for Clart he and the oc, they align closer with who I am so it's not quite as weird a case. Clart is very easy going and cares a lot, he isn't particularly notably in Yourcraft as he's not really someone who develops more a character that help's the other characters develop

[[ straight up gooping ]] You just want a break, things to be nice and easy and do menial tasks and be with your friends. You give all you can, not because you feel you need to, you just want to and you can. You know pain and cruelty, you choose to be kind.

6 [yellow] [453>- / 453 / The cooler Casey : a general sona He's a more stylized, exaggerated version of myself and usually a lot more malicious for the fun of it. In his "lore" he is a shapeshifting sand.. thing, it depends on the specific backstory I'm going with. He is generally very energetic and bitey and evil for the sake of it cause man villains are fun when they are having fun and he is having a blast

[[ creature !! ]] You are the coolest sexiest mother fucker out here! or you sure pretend to think so. A whole fucking jaw breaker flipping between god-complex and inferiority-complex, who knows what's at it's core (probably inferiority). You love to be an edge case, probably the type of guy to make a fan character concept that's over done but do it with a twist. No fear of ocs coming off like a mary sues just cause YOU know how cool and really clever they are really even if they give a bad first impression.

7 [lime/green] Casey : general sona / how i draw myself This is just me, like, just how I draw myself, it's as general and genuine as I can manage which my not really be all that accurate maybe but oh well

[[ oh fuck u are just like me frfr ! or like at least closest approximation ]] You are only human. You love your friends more than the world and you try to be worth all you're given. You have some self esteem and self image issues, but maybe if you shove your ocs full of enough of your issues you'll solve some.

8 [green?] Caddle : general sona / fursona / the one i use for sexual stuff Caddle is a cow-adject shapeshifter. He is the sona I use the most when it's anything sexual, usually paired with my partner's fursona, but he's supposed to have other buddies too that I never really draw. I've got complicated feeling on sexual stuff and myself in relation to it, so he gets those feelings dumped into his character too. But aside from that he is a fun character especially to draw cause inconsistency is baked in and I love him dearly, he is very lazily chill with a big heart, he's also a rodeo clown even though i dont draw a full on clown get up for him much

[[ honka honka we got certified clown ova here ]] You are silly, a goofball even, one may even argue a jokester. You may present all goofs, gafs and dick jokes, -and by all means you do genuinely loving goofing gaffing and dicking- but you are a person with complicated wants and thoughts and feelings. Wants and thoughts and feelings you hold close to yourself, you do not know how to voice, so more often than not, you don't.

9 [bluish green] Gilon Kurt : lesser sona Gilon is a sona that I made just on a whim off of a twist on my name with "fluffle" being a the name for a group of rabbits, he's "Capn Kerfluffle." And then I made him a rival to my main fursona in their story and he gained a personality outside of me as they so often do

[[ rage rage murder rage !!!! ]] You have worked so hard for what you have and yet it is never enough. There is always something else to achieve more to earn, people clawing for what you have. You can have no peace nor solace, relax? chilling? never heard of her!! There are experiences to be had!! People to meet!! Friends to continuing loving!!! And you'll fight for it all, fight until you die!!

10 [cyan] Yeode : minecraft sona [real] Yeode my beloved, she is my darling rock-based robot made to search villagers that learns to live for herself kinda. A lot of her kindness and softness and story comes from backstory for just me playing minecraft ig who is a lot less kind in practice.

[[ yippee !!! ^.^ ]] You are a people pleaser to your core! You are born and molded by your attachments and use to others. Even in their absence you still live on for them in part.

11 [saturated blue] G : non-fandom sona I use to vent mostly - "Conceptual Chaos Junkyard" / "CC Junkyard" similar situation to E of mostly negative traits, but the other side of it for the most part. she is full of anger and malice at being stuck with little control over her situation and takes it out on E

[[ oh sweetheart, no ]] You think yourself a "bad bitch" a "girl boss" even. Emotions are not your strong suit. You have a hard time managing your own feelings, let alone dealing with other people's. You may not always be right, but you work hard to try to be.

12 [less saturated dark blue] D. Base : minecraft sona, specifically in magic mods / heavily modded minecraft he came about from when i was testing a modded server with my friends there was something that would crash my game if i entered specific chunks, and in those 'dead' chunks was my silk worms so i made dBase as a character for the friend server and he is supposed to be that glitched silkworm i got in testing, uuh end then that server slowly broke too, so i like to think it was somehow also his fault; while i did get to play on the server i got really into a few magic mods, mainly mana and artifice so he is not only gitchy but a magic man

[[ grub ]] You think of yourself highly, not perfect, but damn good. You've worked your ass off for the skills you've obtained and are happy to show off when they are even slightly relevant. Your "fuck it we ball" attitude somehow works out for you most of the time, though some collateral damage to others.

13 [light blue] Clerk James : fursona / used to be mascot character to note if you see other art of him there is a stark difference between the silly goofy Clerk that's my sona and the asshole angsty backstory version of him before he got so very concussed; current Clerk is very sweet and very dumb, he's the "capn" of a pirate themed ferry though also goes on some genuine treasure seeking adventures pg pirate style

[[ consider it the post-drownings one, don't worry ]] A mix of poor memory, self-doubt, and self-hatred that results in a potent blend of guilt for things you aren't really sure you deserve to hate yourself over, being it maybe not or fault or maybe never really happened. Aside from that you're upbeat and a bit stupid in a silly lil guy way. You're just a lil guy!

14 [purple] Cassio Inerta : homestuck / trollsona - "retroll" he is baby, very sweet and well meaning but oh so very problem avoidant and low empathy mostly from being sheltered; in retroll he is canonically in-universe a self insert of myself watching the plot go down and has a made up boyfriend given to him who loves Cassio by virtue that is what the boyfriend was made for, but kinda just puts up with Cassio, a projection of how i felt and feared in some previous relationships

[[ explicitly cannon self insert huh ]] You are a suckerrr for romance. You want and want and want so badly and you feel and in every instance you are given a taste it feels unreal. it feels unearned. It feels disingenuous. But you need it so bad. You don't know shit about anything, so terrified to fail you're terrified to try. But little by little you keep trying.

15 [magenta] Carcumber : a sona based off of my friend's previously-main sona's species so my friend's main sona and mascot character was a "lavamander" though the species had other character with other elements such as ice and sound waves and species had name trope of two favorite foods combined; Carcumber's name was Carrot + Cucumber but my friend changed main sonas and has since renamed most to just a single food name hence the opening statement for the quiz, i dont remember if he had an element associated, if he did i think it was "cart" or "car" or "money" or something stupid like that, and his is a used car salesman, similar energy and pathetic-ness of spamton

[[ oh man do i gotta change his name now that's that not the naming scheme? ]] You are passionate about everything you do! Cause if you aren't you don't do them! You exaggerate yourself to the point the mask becometh you.

god ya that's a lot of em and i have more sona's than just that, but most fall similar to others or i dont use enough to care

if you read it all thanks so much i love u :D

[psalmonesermons]

Dealing with Fear Part 3

8 Types of fear we need to deal with

Types of fear we need to deal with

As a general approach we can specify at least 8 distinct types of fear that are affecting believers today. The list of 8 types of fear is by no means exhaustive and you may think of others (this approach is modified from that of the late Roger Price). The point of this list is for you to identify which if any of these fears is/are still active in your life or the lives of your loved ones. Please make a note of those affecting you as we go through the 8 distinct types of fear.

1. Inherited (familial) fear and 2. Learned fear

The inherited type of fear is often produced in the children of nervous mother who are constant worriers. It is thought that babies can even be affected by this in the nervous mother's womb for 9 months. Sometimes the inherited fear after a major accident with trauma can pass to the baby in the womb. One bible teacher suggests it would be helpful to pray over the babies whilst still in the mother's womb during the pregnancy.

Learned fear can be when a child sees her mother overreacting to a mouse/spider, and it is as though the fear transfers from the mother to the child. Sometimes an over protected child learns to be fearful in life from his overprotective mothers sensing that he/she ought to be afraid of everything

Fears of both these types may require prayer and counselling to remove them. The counselling can employ 2 Corinthians 5:17 with a view to helping the subject get a clear revelation of their fear belonging to the old life and no longer give place to it. Prayer using the blood of Jesus can also be used to cut off these types of fear.

3. Identity related fear

Believers often have a faulty self-image (think of the magic mirrors at a fun fair that distort your appearance). Here are three biblical examples of people who had a faulty self-image that produced fear when the Lord called them into service.

In Exodus Chapter 4 we find Moses refusing the call of God because he was a poor speaker. God then appointed his brother Aaron to be Moses' speaker. It is interesting to note that there is nowhere in the bible that records Aaron giving any speeches. Moses' self-image was faulty and held him back from serving God. What in your self-image is faulty and stopped you taking up the call of God in your life?

Jeremiah was another man with a faulty self-image and argued with God that he was but a child. Who do you think knew best Moses/Jeremiah or the Lord?

Gideon was another man of God who argued with the Lord about his calling, he was from the smallest tribe and the least influential part of the family. Yet God saw him as a mighty man of valour.

Both introverts and extroverts can be prone to faulty self-images.

We need to have a clear picture of our own spiritual identity and walk true to your own identity.

Romans 12:3 For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.

We need to come to an accurate self-knowledge of ourselves, not too high but not too low.

4. Residual Community Fear

Certain communities may carry a residual fear resulting from their horrific treatment in the past such as with the Jews and the holocaust. Other communities may have been conditioned to expect the worst in life which produces fear which often leads to terrible things both expected and happening in their lives. Others are afraid of losing control in their lives. Residual community fear often responds well to prayer by applying the blood of Jesus to the fear and this can set the subjects free.

More scripture Antidotes to Fear

Matthew 6:25 Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?

And when the disciples were caught in a tempest at sea

Matthew 8:25 And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish. 26 And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith

Jesus was asleep in the boat; he rebukes the winds and waves.

Have faith that Jesus is in your boat with you today.

Amen

Prayer

[beefslipper]

More headcanons!!

My second post got a lot of interaction, so I'm making another post. This time I'm just gonna be focusing on HSR characters. Just a heads up that some things won't be canon and can be seen as mischaracterizing or something. I just like headcanoning my faves in a way that makes them more like me :D

Warnings: age regression, mentions of scars and sh, pacifiers, diapers, self-inserting? I guess.

First off, I'm doing bladie-boo <3

A pattern you'll see with me is that I HC my faves as regressors and/or caregivers.

I HC Blade as a super duper young regressor because I'm sure all the crap he's dealing with overwhelms him and can feel impossible to manage.

Aside from that, I HC that he has multiple SH wounds from the past, but he's slowly recovering because I said so and I love him <3 I'm sure he'd always feel upset about his scars, but one of his caregivers (Dan Heng, Kafka, Trailblazer, whoever you think fits him most) would give him kisses and one of his little emotional support stuffed animals to make him feel better.

Returning to the regressor HC thing because my teeny tiny pea-sized brain came up with stuff; I think he'd be a nonverbal regressor. Words are hard, man. When he's regressing, he's definitely a teether or thumb-sucker. Pacifiers and those cute little chewing ring things are a must, otherwise, EVERYTHING will have little teeth marks. Don't even get me started on the poor guy's sleeves.

Onto Aventurine!!! (CURSE YOU, FALSE TRANSPARENT BACKGROUND!!!!!!)

Back at it again with HCing my fave as an age regressor (I cannot be stopped, insert evil cackle while rubbing hands together.)

I feel like he'd beg and beg and BEG for Ratio to be a caregiver of his or something, and Ratio would only accept by saying "Only so your stupidity doesn't get you killed" but bro would go protective mama bear for him.

Sunday might be one of his caregivers, but I feel like he would be uneasy around Sunday while regressed. (Sunday would say some "be not afraid, child" BS like a biblically accurate angel and scare him LMAO)

Aventurine probably has a wide range on ages when regressing, but I think that when he regresses from stress, he's real young. When he's just being a silly goose, he's probably 5-8 years old.

DAN HENG, MY BOY!! (DAMN YOU YET AGAIN, FALSE TRANSPARENT BACKGROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

*insert deep breath* INFANT REGRESSOR DAN HENG

Bro's definitely nonverbal when regressing. I don't doubt that he'd need diapers from all the nightmares he'd have that might lead to accidents. Papa Welt and Mama Himeko 100% take care of him 24/7, even when he's not regressed.

March is definitely like a sisterly figure to him, sometimes a younger sister, sometimes an older sister. She lets him stay in her room instead of his room to play in or something since the room he normally sleeps in is super dull, doesn't even have a real bed and has some dangerous things in it.

Besides him being a regressor, I think he's also a caregiver. So a flip? IIRC that's what they're called. Correct me if I'm wrong. I think he'd be a caregiver for a wide variety of people, mostly Trailblazer, March, and Blade.

I'm done yapping.. FOR NOW! I'll try to post more regularly, but it's hard without requests. Start yapping at me for stuff to write about! I do free requests y'all!

I can write character headcanons, little stories on situations, I can even do more meme-y things if you want. I'm open to pretty much anything!

P.S. When I figure out what thing I'm using for this website, I might download Tumblr on my phone to make more professional-looking posts. So no more jumbled paragraphs and ghits and siggles.

Anyways, have a great day, evening, and or night. Stay hydrated and remember to try to eat at least one thing today, no matter what it is!

[tsp-narrator-ask]

Oh! Could you narrate me? If that's okay- also you can call me Kat (or Charles) I don't think I ever mentioned that

-🐈

“Oh! How wonderful! Hopefully you won’t throw my narration off the way @biblically-accurate-crow did when I narrated them… and it is nice to finally know your name.”

“This is the story of a man named Charles.

“Charles interests was simple. when he was bored they would re-blog posts they found interesting or they would ask questions to his favorite ask blogs.”

“They liked all sorts of things… from portal, to the Stanley parable, dork diaries, home stuck, and just over all meme culture… until one day…”

“he wanted a break from his screen. An actual fulfilling job that would bring him some joy. so he got up and got a job in an office building and from that moment on they became employee 417. employee 417’s job was simple and that was to walk back and forth from office to office and deliver scripts to there boss… yet he had never seen his bosses face. And from then on he made it his life’s goal to find out who his mysterious faceless “boss” was…”

“… now dear reader… as you know the last scripted narration I made didn’t work as well. So I will give you some more… choice in this. What will you do?

1. Grab the papers and return it to your bosses inbox.”

2. Knock on your bosses door and demand to see his face.”

3. Other make you your own “

“Now with those option in mind I hope this will stir my old creative juices.”

Sincerely the narrator