#god literally fucking hates Sauerkraut

[redbuddi]

If Saurkraut was a dnd class what dnd class would they be?

Sauerkraut is (he/him) actually!

And he'd be a Cleric, but only because he flunked out of his local Bard's college. Also he wants to know why God hates him.

[springbons]

APPARENTLY MY BLOG IS LIKE YOURS??? TUMBLR IN WHAT WORLD-

Anyways, flowery ask hehe.

For CY (because I can):

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And for Samson (because I MUST know more about him)

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Oh lovely! A great deal of questions! I don't check ANY of these beforehand so I'm absolutely just gonna blindly go through these. 🍄 How likely is your OC to eat random berries/mushrooms they find? Riktor usually has some knowledge about everything and is able to make an educated guess. Derringer just stuffs it in his mouth and pays the consequences later. Kurt has no issue with poisons made for biological creatures. He may be carbon based but he gives 0 cares about your bothers. (That was horrible-) Moira will avoid anything she doesn't know (Like a normal person) Tarrel atleast tries to TEST what he's eating before he shoves it in his mouth. Vyra's a freak and eats poison berries. 🌾How picky is your OC with food? What will and won't they eat? Riktor USED to be picky, but not too much nowadays. Derringer used to NOT be picky, but he holds a terrifying grudge against pickles now-a-days. (He hasn't been the same since the incident.) Kurt refuses to touch Sauerkraut. He doesn't trust it. Moira is not someone who necessarily cares but she can't CHEW anything (or she Couldn't...) and so she prefers foods that take very little time in the mouth or can just be swallowed whole. Tarrel drinks WATER and ULTRA-PROCESSED NUTRIENT BARS. He literally cannot stand something as simple as fresh-cooked unseasoned chicken just because it's Solid Solid and it grosses him out... As a Dragon, A.K.A a Predator, that's kind of Sad. Vyra has... Asked to be left out of the rest of the asks-PFFT- 🍃What's the darkest period of time your OC has been through? "That mansion... It was like it never ended." -R "Uhh I believe it started when I was born, or atleast when we went to magic school and it sure as shit hasn't ended yet." -D "2000 years and the Iraq war was somehow the worst place I've ever been in. Back then, War was about honor... Now it's just atrocities..." -K "Same, but why are we all talking instead of the normal text?" -M "It's stylistically interesting and saves on time-Uhh the S.S. Discovery, but I think being DEAD might top that." -T 🌵How physically resilient is your OC? Riktor is like wet tissue paper in a suit of nigh impenetrable armor. Who needs to work out when Magic is so good? Derringer, despite being the same man, somehow holds up better in physical combat. He doesn't care about Magic as much but he'll definitely use it to his advantage. Kurt bounces almost fuckin' EVERYTHING. "If anyone could defeat god it's Kurt" as you said once. Tarrel cut off his own fucking arm, YOU TELL ME- Onto Samson! 🌷What is your OC's favourite flower and colour? He's not quite sure what he likes. His answer was a confident Blue, and "The Sticks." I think he means Wheat. His favorite flower is Wheat... ☘️How passionate is your OC about things they love/hate? That's a really weird question tbh. If it's asking what lengths he'll go to protect those he loves...? I'm not quite sure yet. He's fought a man already, and tried to bite through his gloves, but what would he REALLY sacrifice? I don't think he thought his life was at stake there Really. 🍁What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it? Anything not unbearably hot or frigidly cold. His jumpsuit didn't keep heat very well, but during summer working in the camps would nearly kill him. He appreciated Fall the most because it wasn't humid and it was bearable. 🏵️What flower symbolises your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography? Geranium. Hardy, bright, perennial, and I believe it means "Sincereness" They're often used as symbols of Friendship aswell, and tell a good bit about Samson's character in my opinion.

[cyanid-apple]

I find it interesting how you can dislike food for different reasons (yeah no this post is completely useless, but I’ll post it anyway)

Like

You can dislike the taste (ie, in my case, sauerkraut)

You can dislike the fact that it doesn’t have a taste (ie steak or cucumber)

You can dislike the texture (ie mozzarella most of the time, semolina)

Or you can dislike the fact that it’s motherfucking way to spicy what the fuck (ie literally anything spicy, god I hate spicy food)

And like, whether I’m willing to eat it or not depends on what it is. Like, I will eat steak or cucumbers with something else to give it taste, I can usually eat mozzarella or semolina again with something else so that I notice the texture less, but I will not eat sauerkraut or spicy food.

[faces-in-unexpected-places]

One of the few times that I am angry (long post)

Okay, I really REALLY need to say something about this because I’ve let it go enough times that I think it could stand to be expressed. I think it’s probably pretty clear that I am a generally happy person. Though I don't keep up with it consistently, I do have some 200 posts called Positivity Daily, and a strong part of who I am stems from my love of passion, happiness, humour, hard work and determination. My blog is minimally active and doesn’t express all of those things incredibly deeply, but they are there because I value and live by those things in my everyday life to the best of my ability.

But I am angry right now, and I’m tired of letting things go. Just this once, I want to talk about something that I see often and has made me so sick and tired of it.

My spanish final was broken up into an individual section and a group section. And my partner for the group section throughout the semester just finally got on my last nerve today. For 15 weeks, I’ve listened to this kid be be pessimistic and judgemental of his surroundings and the people he talks to because his self-esteem and sense of responsibility is too god damn fragile to allow him to be humble and genuine.

I’ve watched him try his hardest to fit into this stereotype of a hard-boiled detective because his major is criminology. I’ve watched him be insulting and fake-edgy and offensive and play it off as if everyone around him is somehow fundamentally wrong in feeling uncomfortable when he sarcastically asks someone “did you forget to take your pills today”.

For 15 weeks, all he’s done is bitch and moan and whine and piss his pants because he doesn’t want to be in this (required) class. He glares at me when I laugh and have fun and actually learn the material, and somehow makes the effort to show that I am the “outcast” for not hating myself and everything in the world because the hour and a half of spanish class is quite possibly the worst thing that somebody can force him to sit through. He makes it sound like my learning the material is me “showing off” and ask “why can’t you just say something simple in spanish, instead of all this fancy shit”. Except everything in this class is simple because it is an introductory class. The reason it sounds fancy is because he just hasn’t paid any attention.

But you know what? I’m fucking sick of it. He talks about how hard everything is and this is the last thing he needs right now. People forget that just because I am silly and have fun and positive that I’m not a fucking adult. I try to be fun and genuine but if somebody wants to be that much of a buzzkill and try to bring out the worst in everybody then things can get really adult and spiteful really fucking fast.

Do you think I want to be there? Do you think I’m just brimming with excitement  to come to spanish class and show off all this “fancy shit” that I know? Because I’m not. I was kind of inconvenienced when they told me that I had to take a language because I’m trying to focus on getting as much advanced biology and chemistry as I can. And throwing a language into my semester would distract me from the parts of my education that are most important to me. I chose spanish because I took it in high school and I would be able to focus more on my future in biology.

But that doesn’t stop me from enjoying and appreciating the fact that I get to learn another language. There is somebody right there in front of me that is saying “hey, I will teach you this thing that you hardly know anything about and try to keep you as engaged as possible”. Maybe spanish isn’t my exact passion, but that is amazing that somebody would do that for me. That is a wonderful opportunity and I actually appreciate it.

Being a massive dick and being offensive and judgemental and flippant about unique opportunities that are presented to you does not do anything for you other than piss me off and make you miserable. There is nothing wrong with doing well in class. There is nothing wrong with doing well in anything. The lack of consideration and appreciation that he has for his life completely astounds me.

One of the few things that boils my blood is watching somebody suck the life and enrichment out of something with their pessimism, attack people’s self-esteem with judgement, and take the amazing privileges around them for granted. I’m so tired of watching people do this and in all honesty, I want them to shut the fuck up and appreciate what they have because how perfect does life have to be before you stop being such an absolute torture to interact with.

Do they not think other people are struggling? I have plenty of things that I can be shitty and pissy about but I choose not to. Why? Because it make me unhappy. It would make the people around me unhappy. Want to know what I struggle with? My girlfriend that I love very much lives 8 hours away and we only get to see each other every few months, whereas other people see their significant others every day. What do I come home to every night? Not her. Instead I turn my diffuser on before my roommates smoke a bunch of fucking weed and make the living room and kitchen disgusting with beer and left out food.

Want to know what I learned from my research this semester? Nothing. My data has not proven anything at all. My experiments were inconclusive, some of them probably went wrong and I’m not sure which ones. I stayed in the lab until ten at night on a lot of days just to get as much data as I could. I also spilled fucking Anatoxin all over myself while I was experimenting, ruined a whole batch of experiments and I also had to throw away the sweater I was wearing because the alternative would be death by a neurotoxin.

My mom is in the middle of moving from the house I grew up in because she bought a new house (congrats to her, so excited!) but renovating it is also taking much longer than she thought, so she’s been staying with my step-dad’s family for a few months. Not much privacy. She’s living out of a suitcase. She has some of my things with her that I’d like to have back but it’s buried under piles of shit in the back of an enormous van, so I won't get my things for a few more months. This Thanksgiving, we ate store-brand macaroni, mashed potatoes and sauerkraut in this new house which has no internal walls – only wooden beams.

I went to get a letter of recommendation from my old tutoring boss for my applications to grad school and you know what I found out when I asked for his name? HE MOVED TO JAPAN. I had no idea, he just up and left and I was scrambling because I had no idea if I could find another person to be my 3rd reference. What a fucking curveball.

But have I been bitching and moaning and talking about how my life is so terrible and everything sucks this whole time? No. I have been working my ass off to make it to where I am. I am going to be the first person in my family to go to graduate school and it’s terrifying, but it’s also one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. I never dreamed of being good enough to pursue something like this. I am and, it’s such a fantastic thing to have.

You know what my responses were to all of those difficult things happening?

Seeing Abbey only every few months: It won't be forever, and I’m seeing her for christmas, that’s good.

Inconclusive results on my research: I got lots of good experience, and there’s still more work to be done for the future. I’m not shit out of luck, I just have to keep trying, and that’s good.

Spilling Anatoxin on myself: At least I’m not dead. And at least the sweater I got it on wasn’t particularly special to me.

My mom moving: It’s been a stressful change, but it’s a good change. She deserves this new house and I’m glad she’s still moving forward in life. At least there was heat in the house while we were eating our dinner. And I get to look forward to getting my things back, since my mom was thoughtful enough to hang onto all of it during the move.

My old boss moving to Japan: He had a good job opportunity and he took it, GOOD FOR HIM. If I couldn’t get him to be my letter of reference, then I could figure out a way to spin gold out of yarn somewhere. And turns out, I DID get him to write me the reference, so even better.

The POINT of all this is...

Life is always hard and there will always be a reason to be down and upset. And  it’s expected that you will feel that way sometimes. You may even be cranky and shitty and hurtful to people; hopefully very infrequently, and you apologise afterwards for hurting them. Try your best, find someone to talk it out with, make some good changes and decisions for your life. Life gets you down and it’s tough. I get it. We all do. But please forgive me if watching you make everyone else’s life even harder by bitching for the fifteenth week in a row about how you hate spanish class makes me want to foam at the fucking mouth.

Sometimes you just need to shut the fuck up, deal with the hand you were given, try your best and appreciate what you have instead of what you wish you did. I’m so exasperated from seeing so many things being taken for granted. Stop judging people so harshly for the smallest things. Focus on you. Make yourself better. Stop tearing everyone down because you’re too scared to build yourself up.

The amount of frustration that I have watching someone moan over the smallest thing and have the audacity to glare at and insult me for putting my best foot forward in the face of adversity literally gives me a pounding headache and heart-palpitations.

Moral of the story: Don’t be a parasite because you’re scared to own your life; especially your mistakes, flaws, and weaknesses.

[mairzymarzipan]

Ealdwine Morris Eastcott (Winnie)

Where is your character’s homeland?

He had several homes but mostly he lived in Southern Maine.  Like, the really upscale towns like Yarmouth and Wells and shit.

How did it influence your character?

I mean, he grew up wealthy.  So, this is a guy who never ever had to worry about money.  

What kind of distinguishing features do they have?

Is bug.

The body is a very large millipede.  Like the size of a husky dude around, but longer.  His plates are thick and resistant to damage and he’s rather slow.  His head is more act-like, and he has ‘backward’ jointed mantis forelegs with mole-cricket paws, except covered in sensitive hairs that can smell.  

He can smell so well he can navigate himself in the dark or in loud places. His singular ear is on his chest, so his hearing isn’t the best.  He sees in all directions at once, in all colors, but it’s a bit blurry compared to human vision.  He has two vestigial wings and long, flexible antennae with hair-thin portions. When he rubs his antennae against his wings like a violin bow, he can produce sounds that sound like words...except for with an abundance of zzzz and vvvvv sounds.

Do they have a birthmark? Where is it? What shape is it? Do they have scars? Where and how did they get them?

Depends on the AU.  In most, he’s p recently transformed so he looks p pristine.  I think after a few years in the super hero au, he’d look b banged up especially on the trunk.

What is the characters home like?

Winnie is sort of like Batman except for I guess he took the whole ‘animal superhero’ advice thing too far.

He sleeps in his own lab, which is located in the top few floors of his medical research company. 

When your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? Sauerkraut? Oatmeal cookies? Paint? Why is that smell so resonant for them?

Fresh bread

Italians and tuna sandwiches.

Especially tuna sandwiches.  It’s the first food his nanny taught him how to make.

If they have a favorite scent, what is it?

Used to be cinnamon but he’s much more sensitive to spices these days.

Now he’s partial to the scent of rotting lettuce.  Not that he lets lettuce ‘mature’ for long before he has to eat it!

Where does your character go when they’re angry?

Into a blanket cave, all curled up into a spiral.

This is also true about him being sad and scared.  When he needs to cope, it’s time for The Spiral.

Where do they put their favorite possessions while they’re sleeping?

Winnie keeps that stuff in a filing cabinet not far from his blanket caves.  Always just within reach when he needs them.

 Where does your character sleep and what does it look like?

He likes to be under things when he sleeps so he’s crafted a bunch of caves and blanket forts.  And he sleeps in a spiral, as it so happens.  See the above image.  

What is their normal daily routine?

Wake up, eat some literal garbage, phone in to some business meetings(as a human hologram, of course), do some research into the latest life saving drug, avoid lawsuits from his father and counter sue, do some superheroing, deny that “Bug Bug” the eccentric, hermit billionaire Ealdwine Eastcott are the same person.

Are they introvert or extroverted? Why?

Extroverted af.  He’d rather study for a test than go to a party.  And he really fucking hates his business meetings, even though he has to phone in every day for the sake of his employees and such.  In a way, he’s super glad he accidently turned himself into a bug. Being an eccentric hermit is a great excuse not to have to be face to face with rich assholes.

What are their mannerisms and demeanor like?

Like a bug.  Always kind of, chittering or vibrating or eating, always on the go unless it’s Spiral Time.  Slow, but active. Winnie talks in unnecessarily fancy words, and says "gracious" a lot. Which is funny, bc he can't pronounce his s sounds.

What is something they do differently from most people?

Be a bug?

I mean, Winnie is p unique in that he's a giant bug in this world. Not that there aren't other super powered people who fight crime, but most giant bugs are basically like grown from smaller bugs, Food of the Gods style, and then used as minions.  A bug who not only is very smart but also a good guy is kind of a strange concept for people in this universe. And jysk, it pisses him off every time someone blows up an ant to destroy a city.  In fact he's 'rescued' a few of these and sent them to a reserve for mutated insects on his own private island.

What is their idea of good entertainment?

Winnie's absolute fav is bluegrass music.  He even likes to play!  His fiddling skills sure did help a lot when he was re-learning how to talk.  And fact, he and his ex Phillip have a bluegrass duo that plays every once in a while in select bars.  Winnie plays fiddle and Phillip plays mandolin.

How old would they see themselves as if they did not know their age?

Probs like early 20s.Winnie is constantly feeling like he only started to figure his shit out yesterday.  He also has this misconception that everyone who's 21 already has figured all their shit out- except for him.

What do they want or need most? 

What would they be willing to do for it?He does want to be honest and stop pretending to be an alien just to do his work.  But judging by his friends' reaction to his transformation, he's afraid the whole world is going to pity him and try to get him to turn human again.  For the record, Winnie has figured out how to reverse the transformation- he just doesn't want to.   He's much happier as a bug than he ever was as a human.

If they were to die and come back as another person or creature, what would they want it to be? What would it really be?

Pfffft, oh gosh.

Probably just a normal millipede that no one has any expectations of. But he would probably end up coming back as a deer.  Winnie has a v skittish personality.

How would they like to die?

Yowch.  You ain't pulling punches.

It's a cliche but, surrounded by friends.He only has a handful of people he considers true friends, so that shouldn't be too hard.

Winnie doesn't want to go down in history or make a huge impression.  He just wants to do Good Things while he's here, in a way that makes him happy.