#i like xem. xe's fun

[i3utterflyeffect]

hello rhythm doctor community....................... here you go. here's the xem

Avec is an intern that just kind of showed up one day and started working at the hospital. Technically the body was made for remote work, yes, but the thing is that Ian and Ada have no idea who connected to this thing. Someone clearly did, though, and now Avec is here.

Xe's not necessarily bad at their job, but xe's certainly pretty clumsy, and can slip up quite often, especially in a panic. Once xe gets focused, though, rest assured that you'll be fine.

Xe exhibits symptoms of an irregular heartbeat, but refuses any offers for treatment. Ada swears that one day she'll find xem and drag xem into the clinic for a checkup, but that'll have to wait until the Rhythm Doctor program is a little more stable.

Generally xe's pretty closed off when it comes to their own life, but this doesn't really mean xe's unfriendly. Xe just simply doesn't talk about themself, and so long as it doesn't come up, no one really thinks to question it.

so I noticed a lot of folks (myself included) were posting rhythm doctor internsonas as of late - and I wanted to make it easier for us to learn more about these interns - so I made a small information sheet!

this is completely free to use and can help act as an introduction for those new in the community, so please pop off with your designs!

an example on how to use the sheet is below:

'gimmick' simply refers to any type of beat we learn over the story: 7-beats, SVTs, blast beats, burn and freeze, etc.

hopefully this all makes sense, but please add a comment if you have any questions! i'll answer what i can :)

[ruvviks]

BABY, WE COULD REACH THE HEAVENS // OR DANCE IN HELLFIRE ↳ kaida uses xe/any pronouns

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[swimmingchicken9]

neopronouns are cool as fuck btw dont let anyone tell you otherwise

[hylianengineer]

Friendly notification that I am playing around with my pronouns again. In addition to they/them and she/her, you are now invited to call me xe/xir, ze/zir, fae/faer, or any other neopronouns you can think of.

Basically, my pronouns are now anything except he/him. I will probably be updating this based on how this experiment goes.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Update: I have decided I love being called neopronouns now, and I'm adding the addendum that the weirder a pronoun set is, the more fun I'll probably consider it. Also, feel free to mix and match them, that's also fun!

[babsaros]

recent art-dump of my blades character, catch. they're having a good time :)

[kerra-and-company]

You reblogged "tell me about your toons" post so here I am, about to spill the beans :3c

Airell doesn't refer to himself as a sylvari nor mordrem. He always corrects people who call him that. "Not a sylvari", "not a mordrem", etc. In my writing I avoid using these terms either until Airell's identity as a dragon scion/dragon is fully established to the characters around him and the reader.

I sure did!! :D And hell yes, please always feel free to spill beans if you want to!

Ooh, interesting interesting!! That's very fair, and I love how you handle it in writing too. I imagine he has to make that correction pretty often as well, which has gotta be a little unpleasant for him. Hope he hasn't run into too many people who are insistent even after he corrects them.

[tripping-tennis-ball]

6, 13, 14, 15

Have you ever been in a relationship?

Morgan lounges on a chair by the pool.

"'Course I have. Most of 'em have been short-lived, tbh. "

They take a drag of xer cigarette. They look out at the water and blow colorful smoke into the warm night air.

"You met Roan? She's probably the longest relationship I've ever had. She was kind of a bitch though."

They fidget with the beads on the ends of their hair, absently.

"Breakup was rough, but I mean, we're still partners in the end. We fuck sometimes, it's chill."

What diseases do you have?

"Syphilis, probably."

What kind of people do you tend to gravitate towards?

Xe pull at xer bottom lip, thinking.

"Smart ones, I guess. Never really thought about it too much. If you're interesting enough, you're cool to hang out with me."

They chuckle and run a hand through their hair.

"Being hot is definitely a factor."

Are you a more emotional or logical person?

"Look at me, dude. What do you think?"

They gesture to themselves, careful not to let the lit cigarette touch their hair.

"Honestly, I'd say logical. Surprising. I know."

They laugh.

"I use logic for a lot of shit. Most of my decisions and detective work rely on it. Doesn't mean I won't do dumb shit, I just know that it's stupid while I do it."

[steampunk-raven]

oh fuck I just realized how hilariously plural coded one of my main dnd characters is

[jackdup]

So, y’know that universal “I just made a girl cry; I hope I die” feeling? That was pretty much how Timothy felt about Micah.

No weird implications here or anything, b-t-dubs. Just to be . . . totally, one hundred percent clear about all that, since Tim freakin’ knew people loved taking absolutely any thought and twisting it negatively (and screw you, okay— maaaaybe a bit hypocritical considering his own . . . pessimism; whatevs). The real point that should be obvious enough to blind the nitpicky, “I’m gonna look for reasons to be upset” folks was that Micah wasn’t supposed to cry, okay? Hell, Timmy would prefer making some sweet little girl sob over seeing that telling shimmer in Micah’s eyes, and whether that said more about him as a person or them . . . Who could say? All he knew was that when the dim light of the stars hit them just right, he saw that something about their conversation had affected them. And the gut reaction had absolutely been Oh god, no. What did I say? What did I do? I can fix whatever it was; just tell me.

Just. Please don’t cry.

If he channeled his inner Jack (ugh, wow, worst thought to ever cross his mind; but he did have something like that, didn’t he?), he would’ve laughed at the display. Probably done a little more than just “poke fun” and straight-up humiliate the poor thing. Emotions are for babies or something or some-such. Super that Timmy’s apparent “defense mechanism” against situations he didn’t know how to navigate was to just be Jack, but he’d address that little nugget . . . later. Possibly. For now, he swallows that entire ball of nerves lodged in his throat like it’s building a home there and faces the next quavering words that greet him: those that . . . partially explain where the solemn atmosphere came from.

And now he doesn’t know whether it’s the Jack influence or his genuine self that nearly blurts, Seriously? You’re worried about that? But it had two very different tones separating it, and the one Timmy felt the strongest wasn’t even remotely on the side of judgmental. . . . Let’s be real, kiddos, it was definitely that typical shock all but punching him in the face: the shock that someone like Micah cared about him so friggin’ much.

I’d like to make more memories with you.

Y’know . . . there were days—oh, there were countless days—Timothy wondered what the actual crap he was doing, where he was going, what the point even was . . . Maybe, through people like Micah, he was finally finding that “point”: that reason.

Sheesh, when did he become such a sorry sap? (Micah’s influence . . . ? Tim could live with that.)

They call him kind again. Something flutters clumsily in his chest. “Yeah, uh— That’s a relief,” Timmy finally breaks through his stunned quiet, though his voice is practically a croak that’d make a guy wonder if he gargled frogs as a hobby. There’s more he can say here. God, there’s so much more. But all he ends up murmuring next as a hand lightly squeezes his is “You really don’t deserve anything less than that.” Because they deserve a lot more. Insanely more than anything Timothy could ever offer them, but if Micah manages to still find happiness and worth in what they have . . . well, hell, he’s not about to complain. (And they make him want to try harder.)

Tim expels a long, low breath that cuts through the lingering heaviness in the air, and when Micah expresses their desire to rest, his laugh comes breezy. Light. Soft. “For you, Micah? Willing to give it my best shot.” He pulls them closer, readjusts to welcome more of their weight against him. “You go ahead, alright? I’m gonna stay up a bit longer, but I’ll, uh . . . I’ll keep an eye out for both of us and try not to wake you.” Timothy smiles, full and genuine. “Get some sleep; I got you.”

I laugh more when you tease that I don't seem to be the type to conquer. I take your hand and give it a light squeeze for that before I rest myself against you once more. "Oh, I'd be the best conqueror to exist, Timmy! The kindest one at that!" I play along in feigned serious tone, covering my face on your lap as an attempt to my hide silliness, albeit failing when my giggles are still audible, but muffled against the soft material. When you start to ramble onward, I rest my head on your legs and stare up at you with the stars above your head, my expression puzzled. I try to make sense of your words. I'm aware that it isn't always possible for anyone to be able to stay with me for long. I find a prominent pattern in my life that not many do or can not be part of my life after a certain period of time. I'd be betrayed or abandoned by some, the rest would... die.

It is one of the reasons why I always try to remain as bright and loving as possible to those I know. Because if someone have to leave my life by choice or force, I want them to remember that they will always be loved by people, like myself. I do not want anyone to especially die feeling lost and alone, like they have not done enough─ they are still not good enough. A terrifying thought flickers across my mind: I don't want you to die so soon. I find myself smaller at the inner pain that ripples through me and I sit up, my sad gaze dwells over my hands that reaches to hold onto the soft blanket, squeezing it for comfort. I know everyone will have to die one day, but I hope you won't leave so soon. I hope we can at least travel across the space just this once as we have made many memories for me to love and cherish closely before and after your death.

"Well," I start, quiet, trying to keep my voice unshaky, "If you're not here when I reach to the point of being able to travel in the outer space, I'll be sure to carry something that reminds me of you so we can still be travelling together!" My eyes sting at the soft sentiment and I realize they're tearing up. I quickly rub them with an arm and try to smile at you, yet, the weakness of my effort makes me find how completely vulnerable I appear. I don't hide it, though. I only feebly nod at your musing and rub my hands across the soft blanket over my lap. "Y- yeah, I think it would be nice for us to have an actual plan... I do very much enjoy our small adventures so far. I'd like to make more memories with you," I admit in a whisper, blushing harder. I've never been the kind who hide their emotions and thoughts from others, regardless how close or otherwise.

I just want you to know by this, ultimately, that I truly love to be with you and I would love to have more chances of being with you until death takes us apart. Us being like the sun and the moon together does have a kind ring to it, I think while I hear your laughter. My heart flutters at the sound and I shift my seat, listening to you further. When I was a child, I knew a lot of people who have hurt and abandoned me. These days, I've known most who were skeptical and closed off. In this kind of a world where death and destruction are more common than life and love, I can understand why many are much more familiar with violence itself than everything else. I do notice how you seem to be placing yourself down when I am only saying the most truth about you: You are indeed a wonderful friend─ overall, an amazing person.

I always think it is not the easiest to be kind, even after everything that would happen. Kindness only takes so much strength, a significant amount of it. The world would often ask me this, how is it possible that I can still be kind despite all of this burning? The guilt and grief. The ugly knowing that anyone can hurt me at anytime in the end. Even when I know so much about betrayal and abandonment since I was a child, I still smile anyway, weakly, but still brightly. I am not afraid of being hurt as I am being kind. I am only afraid of the possibility that my kindness would not be enough for anyone. "I've known a lot of bad people across my life, with some who does have valid reasons being so. But, in comparison to them, you're so much more kinder, and that means a lot to me." You can be irritable or sarcastic, but you're never cruel. You're good enough.

It makes me wonder what kind of people have you known. You mentioned how you would attract "bastards" and being associated with them, but just how bad were they? I truly hope they weren't the kind of people who have hurt you terribly, though, by the uncertainty you hold and how you lack confidence often times, my heart ache thinking you likely didn't have many good people in your life. "If anyone’s the ‘wonderful friend’ around here, though, it’s you." From the tears I had, my eyes shimmer more by your sweet words. A weak laughter escapes me and I feel like I'm on fire by how much my cheeks keep burning by your kindness. But nothing hurts. I just feel so safe with you. "We can be wonderful friends together," I say, my voice still soft, and I hold your hand. Unlike before, I don't let you go. "Thank you so much for being my friend, Timothy."

A yawn falls, indicating my exhaustion as my system and I need to sleep. "We should rest now." I don't feel like moving, however. I feel myself too comfortable by your side. Sleepy giggles leave me as I nuzzle your shoulder. "Have a good dream for me, okay?"

I most look forward to having a new day with you, friend.

It will be as delightful as it was tonight─ as the rest of our time together to the end.

[boopjuice]

Human's Are Space Orcs: Sticks and Stones

Tools are hardly uncommon in the Galactic Federation. Without them, not a single species would have been able to advance, create sustainable food sources, societies, spacecraft. But, for most species, tools have advanced alongside the species.

"Human Jane, what is that you are holding?"

"A stick."

"... Why do you have a stick?"

"In case I need to scratch my back, duh. Or to hit the engine if it acts up again."

Humans, as with much else, didn't get the memo.

Chi'l'zak had spent several cycles with humans, even spending time on their native planet and some of their interstellar colonies. Their weather was horrifying, and their culture so diverse it gave xem whiplash. It was on one of these trips that xe learned of the human's particular affinity for tools.

Xe was at what Human Sarah had called a 'beach' at one of the colonies, and xe saw as an adolescent human began to dig a fire pit. Except, instead of using a shovel, he had grabbed a nearby piece of driftwood and began to use it to dig. Xe was certain the efforts would be fruitless, the stick being rounded and not suitable for digging. But in twenty minutes there was a pit a meter deep, deeper if one counted the walls the adolescent human had made from the excavated sand.

Xe had brushed it off as human stubbornness and continued with xir trip unfazed, until Human Lake had wanted to go hiking. Chi'l'zak agreed, not truly understanding the point of simply walking up and down mountains but willing to try the experience and see if maybe xe could gain some anthropological notes on the subject. Halfway up the mountain Human Lake called a halt. he wandered into the trees for a moment and returned with a stick almost as tall as he was.

"We can rest here for a while. I've been needing a new walking stick, and this one's just gorgeous."

"But, Hu- Lake, why do you need walking assistance? You have been perfectly fine up until this point. Are you injured? Should I apply first aid?"

"Nah, I'm fine, 'zak. I don't need one, they're just nice to lean on when you're hiking. Plus their fun to have. makes me feel like a wizard, y'know? But I gotta smooth this one down if I'm gonna use it, or I'll have splinters in my hands for days."

Chi'l'zak didn't mind the rest, and took the time to simply observe the flora and fauna in the area, absorb some nutrients from xir pack of supplies, and-

*scrape* *scrape* *scrape*

As Chi'l'zak looked over, xe found Human Lake seated on the ground, legs fcrossed in a manner that was normal for humans but made xir fur stand on end. He had balanced the stick across his legs, and was scraping it with a rock he'd apparently found nearby.

"Human Lake, what are you doing?"

"Smoothing out the stick, like I said." He didn't look up from the task he'd set himself too, continuing to scrape the rock along the stick, occasionally hitting it against small branches to knock them off.

"Yes, but why are you using a rock? Surely there are better tools. I have heard tell of a common smoothing agent, 'sand paper,' that would be better suited to the task."

"Don't have sandpaper on me. Besides, the premise works the same. Rub two rough things together and the softer things gets smooth. Sure, a rock isn't going to have as fine a grain as some sandpapers, but it works in a pinch."

"but we are not in a 'pinch', as you say. We are perfectly capable of taking the stick back with us and getting sand paper."

"Look, the rock works just fine for me, and it's cheaper. No point wasting money when i have the tools to do the job already."

"Human lake, that is a rock. That isn't a tool."

"Sure it is, if you get creative enough. You can use it to smooth things, hit things, if you angle it like this you can probably use it to dig, and you could always throw it. Hell, I'll bet you this end here could be used to open that stupid finnicky pressure lock Jacob's been complaining about."

"But it isn't mean to do those things. It could damage the lock worse, or break the wrong things."

"Look, 'zak, i appreciate the concern, but a tool is what you make of it. If I've got some nails I need hammered down and all I've got to hand is a rock, then I'm going to use the rock until the rock breaks or the nails are hammered. Just because we have tools better designed for a task doesn't always mean we need to use them. Sometimes old ways work just fine."

Chi'l'zak was quiet the rest of the time Human Lake used the stone to smooth the surface of his new walking stick, and had quite the interesting talk with him the rest of the hike about old human tools, how they were used, selected or constructed. Xe learned about spears and bows and how some still used those tools for hunting. Learned of tools used in leatherworking, all made of bone since the first leatherworkers had found nothing better to work with, and modern human's hadn't either.

"Anthropological Notes: Humans are excellent at creating and using tools, as are most other species. However, humans are slow to abandon old types of tools, some using the same methods prevalent centuries ago in order to complete a task simply because they have the old tools to hand. Humans are also adept at improvising tools, able to use one item for many different functions depending on their needs.

In relation to Incident 739, human crewmembers should not be allowed to bring items such as sticks or rocks on board without prior authorization, lest the engine be completely dismantled again."

[nyehilismwriting]

having the option to kill rohan (and so early on too!) feels like kind of a crazy huge swing re:branching that fills me with respect but also fear. (also, unrelated, the way you talk about your writing process is really cool.) if you want to answer, how early on did you arrive at that decision? was it something you always knew you wanted to have as an option, or did it come about more organically? how do you balance maintaining xir presence/relevance/'agency' as a character while keeping to a reasonable scope for the rest of the game? (becoming increasingly agitated) does the genre appropriate scifi ghost of rohan yet haunt the dead rohan timeline? where am i? is this thing on?anyways.

yeah, I knew from the very start that killing rohan was going to be an option - while nash was the first character I really had cemented, the events of the initial chapter, and the idea of letting the player kill that character early on, were pretty much the foundational concepts for the game. I didn't - and still don't - want to pull punches re player decision-making and the consequences of those decisions, even if it means more work for me - and, if killing rohan wasn't a route I was interested in exploring, I wouldn't include it as an option. it's been a fun challenge to find ways of making sure that the plot remains coherent and roughly equivalent with and without xem, and for me one of the big joys of interactive fiction is having that opportunity for knock-on effects - decisions made in early chapters can have consequences much later, that won't always be obvious :-)

in terms of the writing process, it's actually a relatively simple one: I have a variable that tells me if rohan is dead or not, and I can divide scenes and passages by it, splitting the game into entirely separate branches, rather than trying to integrate if/elses across multiple paragraphs and make it all make sense. it's more work, but it's not necessarily harder work, if that makes sense.

as for whether xe haunts the dead timeline.....well:) we'll see:)

[yippee-boi09]

Uwa!? You findz this bloog??? (O_o)

ANYWAYZ haiiii welcome to mai blooogggg!! <3

My name is [REDACTED] but for the time being y'all can call me LittleGuy!

About me

-I'm transmasc, aroace

-He/Xe pronouns (or anything but she/her)

-15 years old (MINOR)

-I have ADHD, am currently working to get an autism diagnosis and may update this later so plz keep in mind

-Green/Rainbow scene, RAWR X3

-I'm a furry just to let you all know (probably not gonna talk about it much unless asked)

-I don't allow NSFW on this blog nor do I usually talk about serious stuff unless it concerns me or it needs attention brought to it. I ABSOLUTELY allow gore and stuff (drawn, I can stomach real gore just fine but I'm not keen on it being on my blog :d)

-Anyone except the DNI below is welcome!

-I'm also an age regressor (and a pet regressior, kitty cat :3), this isn't my main blog for it... it's right here! (I still allow agere/petre topics on here! <3)

-I'm a polytherian, specifically a fox cat and dove therian, a monsterkin, eldritchkin, horrorkin shapeshifterkin wolf-otherhearted alterhuman :P

-Also I like ICP (Ice cold penis lol), MCR, KoRn, Postal 2, Creepypasta, Marble Hornets (Slenderverse as a whole), Twisted Wonderland, Omori, the horror genre as a whole, Sonic, Kirby, etc.

-This blog is mainly to just be about me and stuff :P about my life depending on when and what I wanna share. I'll post whatever I feel like posting...

-I also take stimboard requests! Feel free to ask me about making stimboards!

-(My Pronoun.CC for extra stuff abt me)

That's really all about me... oh! I also write on ao3 occasionally and I may or may not post stories I write here and there lmao just don't expect frequency (I also laze around on spacehey too), I'm friends with @shrikevost so go check him out! Never give up and have fun!

(Also my very fr avatar, check this post here for more info abt xem)

[the-flys-buzz]

yeah! i shower n brush my hair n stuff. just struggle with...... brushing my teeth and washing my face and using deodorant....... i do still need to work on those. but i do shower often. i was also asking because showers calm me down a lot. figured maybe youd like one.

and i do maybe prefer you as a human youre. happier......

im just gonna.... drop this guy here again....... oh and. for the time being. teleports all of you back to jake and steven's house!!!!!

wh. oh and we're back....

//@the-flys-buzz (giving him an opportunity to talk with his son again........ cause im pretty sure harrys mod is asleep :3c)

[[THEY ARE BACK! Also. Literally.. the first thing Steven did when he got back was hug William </3]]

“Are you okay??did you sleep well? are you hungry?? I can make you food-“

[oue… he sounds extremely worried HEL.]

“Holy fuck Steven. You are going to kill xe holy shit-“

[[also!! Nods nods! Father son bonding…)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can't go wrong with some classic "Gnarpy has a crush on the reader but is too proud to admit it and even less likely to do so when there's anyone else who might see"

"You're worried about them, aren't you?"

"Zeep?! What on earth could give you THAT idea, you ztupid concrete man?"

"Well..you haven't stopped pacing around since they got dragged into the Eternal Limbo." Wallter pointed out, both him and Gnarpy well aware that you're currently fighting for your life against Folly on her floor.

Neither of them were able to intervene...not that the alien cat wanted to but secretly xey wish they could obliterate her with their laser beams.

Ever since you arrived at Two Studs Camp and survived the UFO invasion, you've gotten to known Gnarpy well....and by that, I mean how big their ego is and how xe would tout about being a "galactic overlord" all must bow down to.

But you weren't deterred by their rudeness or sass, instead being genuinely curious about their Gnarpian culture, even trying to understand their lingo.

As much as xey poke fun at you, they like how you're at least attempting to speak their language.

Sometimes you'll stop someone from spritzing them with the spray bottle before they get zapped (most of the time, they'd ignore you and suffer the consequences, but still you tried).

Gnarpy, although xey won't admit it, secretly appreciates it. Only you have common sense compared to those dimwits.

As others come and go, they found themselves wanting to stay with you on the elevator and chat more, even when getting to floors xey'd normally get off on.

But they're too proud to ever admit this, seeing you as nothing more than an underling.

No, they didn't think the rose petals you let xem keep were anything more than a gift to your overlord (that they rightfully deserve).

But Wallter saw right through their act once xey began worrying whether you'd survive Folly's attacks.

As someone who was once in love, he could easily tell.

When you defeat her/get spared, Gnarpy asks if you need any medical attention as soon as you pop back into the elevator, before hissing at Wallter for just standing there in the corner smiling.

"What the zoorp are YOU looking at?!"

But they say nothing as you smile back at the concrete man, knowing you've gotten the prideful alien to care about someone for once.

[zorlok-if]

Sneak Peek at First Battle Scene:

[Spoiler warnings for Episode 1]

Episode one opens with a scene between a freshly memory-wiped Zorlok + Tommy then (after a time jump) leads into a battle scene (against a being I refer to as the Lost One). There is a lot of customizability within this scene and I have been having so much fun writing these choices and the variation within the different routes. To showcase just a little bit of this variability, here are some different versions of the same few choices within this scene plus a sneak peek at the testing cheats screen that I currently have to use when playtesting by myself.

CHOICE ONE: You are sitting on a swingset and noticed a being watching you from the forest. You decided to slowly reach for a weapon.

The following passage (selected the knife, used to body, + Z wears glasses)

The following passage (selected the machete, not used to body, no glasses, + snake hellhound)

CHOICE TWO: You decided to call out to the Lost One while showing off with the weapon.

The following passage ("modern" Z, not used to body, snake hellhound, wielding machete)

The following passage ("old" Z, used to body, wolf hellhound, wielding knife)

Dialogue choice results

old Z, used to body, knife, wolf hound, "asshole" response VS. modern Z, used to body, machete, cat hound, "asshole" response:

old Z, used to body, crowbar, bat hound, glasses, "order" response VS. modern Z, used to body, machete, raccoon hound, no glasses, "order" response

old Z, used to body, machete, vulture hound, glasses, "lurk" response VS. modern Z, used to body, crowbar, snake hound, no glasses + no brimmed hat + long hair, "lurk" response

old Z, used to body, knife, wolf hound, glasses + wearing a brimmed hat, "guest" response VS. modern Z, used to body, machete, raccoon hound, no hat + long hair, "guest" response

And these are the choices around the bottom of this passage type:

BUT, if Zorlok isn't used to this body yet...

modern Z, not used to body, crowbar, cat hound, "lurk" response VS. old Z, not used to body, knife, bat hound, "order" response

And this is what the choices around the bottom of this passage type are like:

Bonus, my Testing Cheats Dialog Box:

TESTING CHEATS

USED TO BODY |  NOT USED TO BODY

MODERN |  TECHNOPHOBE

CROWBAR | MACHETE | KNIFE

CLAWS  | SHARP NAILS |  LONG NAILS  | SHORT NAILS

GLASSES  | NO GLASSES

COWBOY HAT  | NO HAT

LONG HAIR  | SHORT HAIR

THEY/THEM ZORLOK  | HE/HIM ZORLOK  | XE/XEM ZORLOK

GESTR (THEY/THEM) - WOLF NADJA (SHE/HER) - BAT CROWLEY (IT/ITS) - SNAKE DARCY (HE/HIM) - CAT TERROR (XE/XEM) - RACCOON SOLAS (HE/HIM) - GOAT MOROS (THEY/THEM) - VULTURE PRETZEL (HE/HIM) - PUG DIONYSUS (EY/EM) - HYENA

[corvipse]

Welcome to the Astral Plane ☆

° Name(s): Corv, Vipse, or Astro ☆

° Pronouns: They/Them, It/It's, Xe/Xem, Other Neos >v<

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° DNI: Basic DNI criteria [ EX: Racist, Proship, Z00s, Ableism, ETC.]

☆ SH/ED Blogs (Or those who 'support' by giving tips on how to or not helping the person struggling.)

☆ Bodyshaming, Fatphobic, etc Blogs.

☆ Anti-Cringe

☆ Anti Age regression [it's not age play... ztop like zeriouzly]

☆ Juzt don't interact if you're a bad perzon...