#i'm like 90% sure they've trashed all my things by now

[goodmorrowing]

Why did she keep your things (furniture?) though?

when i left, i was immediately kicked out since i was living with my ex's family at the time. i was only allowed to take what i could fit in my car - which was two trash bags of my clothes (i had to leave about half a closet's worth behind which sucks because there were some sentimental/expensive items in there), my books (also left some of those), some heirlooms or sentimental things, my blankets (no pillows!), my laptop, some toiletries, some random kitchenware/other household items, all the money i had on hand, and my cat lol. i really wasn't able to take much. and while i knew that technicalllyyyy i was entitled to all of the things that i purchased (including furniture and things i paid for while we lived together), a.) i didn't really want to go back to a place where i was very obviously unwelcome, b.) everything was secondhand/Well Loved and pretty shit anyway, and c.) i already knew i wasn't staying in boston and was too broke to rent a uhaul to move everything. i was dirt-poor for a moment - you might notice i didn't take any food with me, and this was an issue for me, but it was moreso an issue for my cat (who i did not have cat food for, and could not afford cat food for). the last i spoke to my ex's mother was when i had to beg her to give me the cat food i left at her house 🫠

[redsrooftopprincess]

Jess!!! (According to Jess)

(A/N: This is a breakdown of my OC with a twist. This is also set well past the Gravity Arc, so beware of spoilers ahead)

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Hey there everyone! I'm Jess! (She/Her) 😁

I was told that I've been getting some love here, so I stole a questionnaire thingy from @thelaundrybitch (go check out her OCs, they're delightful and I wish we lived in the same universe), Frankenstein'd it a little, and did the thing!

Content Warnings for sex, drugs, violence, and more of our favorite things.

Hey, it's me, don't tell her, but she's got a habit of downplaying herself, so I'm gonna proofread this shit for accuracy. 😘

- R

Physical Stats

Full name: Jessica Anne Jones

Nicknames/Alies': Jess, Princess <-mine.

Born: October 9, 1996 (28 yrs old)

Star Sign: Libra, but I don't put a lot of stock in astrology

Place of Birth: A stained mattress in a torched out crack house in Queens, in between bumps of whatever god my birth portal had decided to pray to that evening.

She gets poetic about shit she doesn't want to talk about.

Species: 100% Pure, Unfiltered Human... Until my mutation. Now I'm not entirely sure what I am. Mutant, I guess? I'm still effectively human, but I'm a bit tougher, I suppose.

D says she's somehow both in the middle and way beyond all of us. All I know is they fucked with the Ooze. Then they fucked with my girl and found out.

Height: -5'-

Perfect

Weight: -115lbs-

Perfect

Gender: -Woman (mostly). You know, I've never really gotten the whole "gender," thing. I'm generally pretty fem, but can't honestly say that I've landed on *one*. Pronouns are she/her, and I look like my assigned gender, so that's what people call me by default, but I'll honestly answer to anything.-

Perfect

Skin: Pale as fuck. I used to have to try really hard to avoid going out in the sun because I tan/burn easily. NOT ANYMORE. I blame them *points vaguely behind me*, so thanks? I guess? I've also got freckles.

Okay, so when she says "freckles" I know you're picturing a cute little dusting here and there, but girl looks like the night sky. It's unreal. -They taste pretty good, too 😈-

Scars:

Right ankle where I had to remove a tracking chip.

Bitch carved it out with a broken bottle like a fucking G.

Left eyebrow, left upper arm, right abdomen from when I got beaten up while I was kidnapped once.

Not my best moment.

Very light vein scars up my left arm that spread up across my shoulder and back, disappearing into my hair. From being injected with the Ooze against my will.

You should've seen her trash talking those dicks. If I hadn't been so fucking scared I'd have been proud as hell.

Eyes: blue-gray

They're like the color of the sky right before sunrise starts, but they've got a little gold right in the middle that looks like a sunflower. When she's really mad, they turn kind of green.

Hair: Wavy and down to my mid back, black with brown bangs. Usually up in a messy bun during the day. Usually down and styled when working. Braided buns when I'm *working*.

Full on opium-style addicted to her amber conditioner. -very grabbable 😈-

Clothing: I usually try to be pretty put together, while still rocking the traditional graphic-tee-jeans/skirt-boots nerd combo. When I want to get dressy I like to keep it classy, the "little black dress" is pretty standard. I do still have my Maid of Honor dress from April's wedding because I can't bring myself to get rid of it: a floor length vintage green silk number with a slit that's probably illegal in some counties in Utah. It's gorgeous, but It's still in the back of the closet, because I'm not sure how Red would feel about me wearing it. That night was kind of intense.

I did not know she still had that dress...

Make up: Very light/natural 90% of the time. Classy neutrals while I'm working.

Okay, so she's got this cherry red lipstick she wears on special occasions that don't wear off for HOURS, and I owe the lady who came up with that shit a bottle of whatever the fuck she wants.

Tattoos: the Kanji for "Beauty" (美) in red on my right shoulder. I moved back to LA for ten months, and about two weeks into that particular adventure I got pretty homesick. Red's always been my Beast. 🥰

This was before we figured our shit out, and I swear when I saw it for the first time I almost told her everything.

Piercings: ears: Lobes (3L/3R - usually with something dangley in the first hole), Cartilage (2L/3R, usually rings and occasionally a cuff), left nostril (ring/post), right eyebrow (ring/bar)

She had a navel piercing, but it kept catching on my shell, so that one's on me. She says it's fine, but it was really hot, so kinda bummed about that.

Signature Color: don't have one

Mine.

Occupation: Musician. I play piano and sing at a bar called Songbirds.

Also a professional badass.

Hobbies/Likes: D&D/TTRPGs, music, arts and crafts

She's on that nerd shit and it's hot as hell.

Spirituality: Eclectic Pagan. My spirituality is pretty fluid, but it's hard not to be in awe of the natural world when I'm in love with a force of nature.

Could say the same about her.

Illnesses/Disabilities: I'm Autistic with lower social needs, but higher sensory needs. Red's skin is my favorite stim.

She also likes hugs. 🥰

Drugs/Alcohol: I don't really drink, never developed a taste. Big fan of weed. Helps with my body's sensory bullshit. Try to get Red to take it more to ease the pain he has in his *everywhere*. Made the mistake of treating the boys' weed as if anything about them is normal, and ended up falling asleep in Raph's lap.

She was adorable for the 5 minutes she was awake.

Relationships:

Casey: my big brother. We were both in foster care and ended up in the same group home. We looked out for each other, and the day he turned 18 he was at the courthouse with the guardianship papers. 🥰

When Casey somehow found out that Jess and I were going to have the "us" talk, and pulled me aside. I thought I was gonna have to beat his ass, but I didn't, which was nice.

April: Best gal pal on the planet (on par with Lani). I knew April before the boys, and when Casey told me he was thinking of proposing and then took FOR-E-VER to do so, I threatened to fucking do it myself.

Between these two, fuck, even on their own, Casey and me don't stand a chance.

Leo (He/Him): At first, I thought he didn't really like me, but then Mike explained that's just how he is with new people. Cordial. Now, while we still don't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, when he isn't feeling the need to be a hard ass, he's actually a lot of fun to be around. There is a mutual respect and understanding that we have completely different and entirely valid approaches to the same things. Late night insomnia induced philosophy talks with Leo over tea are honestly incomparable. CAN GET SILLY! It doesn't happen often, but once in a while, when patrols have been easy and their long list of enemies has been quiet, he loosens up. This is my favorite Leo. I'm pretty sure it's his, too. And I'm pretty sure we all wish we got to see him more often.

They get along really well most of the time, but she's not afraid to call him out on his bullshit when he's acting like a dick. A few months ago something happened, I don't know what (relax, nothing like that), but there's been less tension.

Donnie(He/They): My best friend in the whole wide world. I help in the lab occasionally. Specs and I play D&D online, where I introduced him to my friend Cassie and they hit it off really well which oh no who expected that to happennnn..... 😈

Can't say I'm surprised. And Cassie sounds really nice.

Mikey(He/They): The whole ass reason I met the boys in the first place. S-Tier smoking buddy. I'm usually worried about him, and try to pay attention to where is head is at. A few months ago I started worrying less. Turns out it was about the time he met Lani, hmmmmmm....

I swear this bitch will try to set up just about anyone. She's a sucker for love (not that I'm complaining, believe me). Best big sis to my little bro. Really good at noticing when his heads in a rough place.

Master Splinter (He/Him): The calm in the storm. Sense of humor drier than the Sahara, but funny as HELL. My relationship with splinter is just... comfort. Safety. If I had a dad, I'd want it to be him.

She does and he is.

Cassandra (she/her): CASSIE! She was my best friend in high school and now helps runs the Reptile House at the San Diego zoo! She's also a vet/geneticist. We play D&D on Saturdays and she and D have been getting along swimmingly. 😁

Never talked to her, but seems really nice, and I've learned to trust Jess' judge of character.

Lani (They/Them/Any): Fab as FUCK. Best shopping/tik tok/rainbow fun buddy. Taught me how to do a smokey eye that FULLY DOUBLED my tips. I adore them. They're pretty new to the group, a friend of Mike's, and they both insist there's nothing more there but BITCH I SEE YOU.

Lani and Jess are a trip when they get going. Complete chaos. Fun as hell to watch. Zero volume control.

Raph (he/him): Okay, so I left this one for last, because putting any of this into tangible words is really hard. But I'm gonna try. So here it goes. and I promise I'll try and keep it short.

Meeting Raphael was like meeting a literal force of nature, it had the same feeling as if a Mountain just rocked up on you and started talking (see what I did there?). He was beautiful, and I wish there was a better way to describe him, but it's kind of the same feeling as seeing Niagara Falls for the first time. You just realize the world is so much bigger and more wonderful than you could possibly imagine.

It took is a long time to finally reach "us," longer than it should have. But now that we're here if was worth every minute. "Love" doesn't really work, it feels too normal. What we are to each other... I'm not sure there is actually a word for it. Personally, I don't believe in soul mates. I chose him, and he chose me -(not that he actually had many options, and that thought by itself isn't completely terrifying, especially if they ever find a way to go topside and everyone sees how wonderful he is and he finds out I'm not all that great ANYWAY)- whatever we are, we built this ramshackle thing together. We're like two idiots trying to build a bridge on opposite sides of a river, but neither of us actually know how to build a functional bridge. Somehow, we figured it out, and it's made of scraps and bits and pieces, and occasionally something falls apart and we have to improvise, and it's weird and chaotic and perfect and it really really shouldn't work and for some reason that's why it does.

Anyway, sorry, in my defense I really did keep it short.

Mate: Some asshole.

(😁)

Tactical Stats

Gear: Black Tactical Suit, Black Boots, Daggers/Gloves, Cell/Comm, typical tac gear (flashlight, wire cutters, smoke bombs, etc).

Still trying to get her to wear the Black Widow suit.

Weapons:

Main Weapon: Punch Daggers. Okay, so I've got these amazing daggers that retract into my gloves that Donnie made me and they're so cute and super fun and really good at severing arteries. I love them.

She had D Anodize them red and they look cool as HELL.

Secondary weapon: Rope Dart. Spun fire for a while in LA, wasn't that hard to pick it up. Used this up until my mutation, when I could finally convince Red to actually let me fight. When Red watched me play with it for the first time I'm pretty sure he had a minor stroke. Mostly use my daggers now, but still like to play with it on occasion.

Yes we do.

Position: Striker. I tend to go in first to shake shit up (which Red hates), and try to use surprise to take down as many heavy hitters as I can in round one.

God. Fuck. Training Jess in CQC was just, honest to God, the hardest thing I have ever done.

Specialty: Stealth, Agility, Small Spaces. Red and I have a "Fastball Special" where he throws me at enemies and it's SO much fun.

Bitch is a wildcat.

Favorites:

Food: Wendy's fries and a chocolate frosty

Yeah, she's one of them...

Drink: Dr. Pepper, or a good old fashioned PSL.

-me😈-

Color: ...seriously?

What she said.

Season: Winter. Honestly, you guys, the boys get so sleepy and cute in the winter, you have no idea.

Fuck it. Yeah. I cuddle with my boo when it's cold. Say somethin'.

Dinosaur: Ankylosaurus

Hell yeah, it is.

Holiday: Christmas/Solstice.

Mine too... or maybe I just like unwrapping things.

Films: Beauty and the Beast. Okay, so I swear it started as a joke, but has somehow become a really important part of "us." I'm a huge geek, so Hulk/Natasha, Hellboy/Liz, etc. are referenced constantly. Occasionally, when I call him "Red," he'll call me "Sparky" -(which totally doesn't make me feel all fizzy inside, nope)-. It does have it's downsides. I can't watch the end of Beauty and the Best, and Raph could only watch Endgame once.

I don't like to be reminded of certain things.

Also, and more importantly, TERRIBLE action flicks. It's actually how Red and I bonded in the beginning. And yes, Die Hard is, in fact, a Christmas Movie

Girl understands art.

TV/Streaming: Your typical nerd fare, Dr. Who, Critical Role, Etc. My favorite show right now is Reacher because OF COURSE IT IS 🥵. Got Red hooked on Dimension 20 (still hasn't forgiven me 😈)

This nerd shit is compelling as hell.

Games: Don't get much time for video games, used to really love Action RPGs. These days I stick with tabletop, and play online with Donnie once a week. We're trying to convince Raph to play. I think getting him a PHB signed by Vin Diesel helped. 😁

Okay, I'll admit, it MAYBE looks kinda fun. Joe Manganiello plays, too.

Music: I'll usually listen to anything unless it's overtly whiney, screamy, or has really heavy distortion. Really like a midway point between acoustic and electronic. Depending on how my nervous system is acting that day, volume can also be a problem. 😬😬😬

Whatever she's listening to, I just like when she sings along.

Books: fantasy, mostly. I love really Faerie Tales and that section at Barnes & Noble called "Now, here me out..."

The amount of monster smut this bitch reads...

With that being said Happy Monsterfucker Pride Month, my fellow deviants!

That's the end of the thingy, I hope you... enjoyed? I don't know. Whatever your reason for reading this, I hope you got something out of it. Mike's fired up the hookah so later, kids!

Okay, I've got like seconds to finish this up before she walks back in here. I really don't know how to close this out. Jess is perfect and I can't imagine my life without her. Love you, babe. Hope your not too mad. 😘

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[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

Gather round my dears for a tale of ridiculous circumstance and woe.

On friday, the kids arrived. Saturday was to be the middle kid's birthday celebration so I was baking and decorating a cake that kept melting because the Dallas/Ft Worth area is currently the surface of the fucking sun. From behind me I hear my name said in the voice of the youngest, Zel.*

(*she's recently become my shadow.... a very needy shadow... because her mother had a baby a couple months ago & is one of those types that will abandon anything or anyone for newer. She left a cat she had prior to being with The Man when they divorced. Now, 3 yrs later she has new cats, dog, hamster, and husband.)

I turn around to look (because she probably wants to show me some minecraft things) just in time to see her open her mouth and projectile vomit on the wood floor in the middle of the hallway. I run over & try to ascertain wtf is happening when she opens her mouth again for a repeat performance. The eldest, Vin (approaching 14 but has ODD and zero respect for women in authority thanks to his mother), came out of his room to see what was going on just in time to see me pick up a crying, freaked out Zel (about 50 lbs) to carry her to the bathroom, attempt to use my excessive amount of leg length to step over the puddle, only to misjudge. I slipped with her in my arms and hit wood with the left side of my ass and back. She was still in my arms and I made sure she landed on me.

I must have looked BAD because Vin immediately asked if I needed my wheelchair (which they've never seen me use). I said no and asked if he could take Zel to the bathroom for me while I got up. He came back after getting her set up & asked if I was sure, then helped me up. After she said she was done, I cleaned the mess on the floor while he took it upon himself to clean out a small trash can & put a new bag in for her to carry with her just in case. Then he hung out with her while I showered because I was covered in it.

This was all during the 15 mins The Man was at the store.

Anyway, I'm 90% sure my tailbone broke or I fractured that back left pelvis area. My ass is swollen and I can't bend/squat down at all. Like I can't use our front loading washer or dryer without crying... and it's now Tuesday.

So I've been told not to do too much lest I injure myself further. The result is that I spent nearly all of yesterday playing Breath of the Wild.** The Man basically threatened 'trouble' if I did much more than that today.

** this is my first run because i get angry with my lack of eye hand coordination and fine motor skills.

[karltface]

Ornaments!

Starting from the bottom, this festive trash panda was bagged with a very similar 1970s dog ornament, so I assume it's from the same era.

Gelatinous Cube always rests near a light, because clear green makes me happy. 2 years running.

These brass bells always hung on the door in December, ever since I can remember. Now they have been passed to me. Sorry, Mom.

Yoda is one of those Hallmark ornaments from the 90s revival. I ate, slept, and breathed Star Wars at the time, so we built quite a collection. They've been on here since the beginning.

'round the back is Eneman, mascot of Fleet.... Enemas. It was just too wonderfully odd not to buy.

That's one loaded arm. Up front is an 80s plush ornament of mid-tier cereal mascot Sugar Bear, which still plays a chiptune medley of holiday music when squeezed. Which happens exactly once a year, when I hang him.

Behind that is one from my grandparents' tree, meant to hang above a bulb. The heat would cause the metal whirly thing to spin, reflecting the light. Modern bulbs aren't as hot, so they only work if they're near a vent or something. Pretty cool anyway.

Stocking Bulbasaur looks like he's in orbit.

The skull came in my last mystery box, Garfield is mid 90s with real metal ice skates, and that bracelet was a gift from a friend's kid. It was too small for me.

Doot.

I'm not gonna spotlight all of 'em, but kudos to Hallmark for digging deep enough to give us Sy Snootles and the Max Rebo Band. That's another spinny one in the background.

I'd just like to note that if you also have this ornament, there's room in that net for little candy canes or whatever.

If the real cats won't play with the ornaments, I'll get the ornaments to do it for me. Boba is making sure it goes smoothly. This thing is posed oddly, but the soft goods capelet is a nice touch.

They're so pretty. And so old. Clear plastics are notoriously brittle, but damned if these haven't held up beautifully in those old popcorn tins. The secret ingredient is crumpled newspaper.

And the main ingredient is Halloween. There's no money pit like holiday decorations, and I've found that repurposing them from one holiday to another saves a surprising amount of money and effort. Which is yet another post, I think.

[hughjidiot]

I disagree that the girls seperating goes against their arcs. Their friendship was toxic. Just because they've grown as people doesn't mean they need to stay friends. I think them realising that their friendship was bad and ending things on amicable terms would be the best way to show how far they've grown. I'll accept them remaining friends in the end if it happens, but I don't really think it's ideal.

I've had a friend point this out to me as well, and I see where you're both coming from. In real life friends sometimes grow apart even without anything major to set it off, because sometimes people grow apart as they get older and change.

My issue with an ending like that for Amphibia is how much emphasis was placed on acknowledging that the girls' pre-Amphibia friendship was toxic but that they all want to make things work between them despite everything they've been through. So I'm not sure how well an ending where the girls separate amicably would mesh with the arcs they've had.

Also this is just a 'me' thing as a storyteller myself, but I'm also looking through the lens of what would be the most emotionally satisfying ending to the story based on how the story has been told. Before the events of canon the girls had a dysfunctional friendship where they cared about each other but hard times showing it and were often blinded by their own flaws. Then they spend about 90% of the show separated, with each girl having an arc about overcoming their flaws so they can be better friends to each other. (It's debatable how well it was handled for Sasha and Marcy, but that's another point.) So to have a potential ending where the girls still separate feels... wasteful. Like all of the personal growth and moments of them stating how they want things to work out between them would feel pointless.

But that's just my own trash opinion. Maybe the show will end with the girls going their separate ways and show it in an emotionally satisfying way that will make me eat my words. As it stands now however, I personally don't see an ending where the girls stop being friends as something that can work, even if they end things amicably.