#if i lie down a certain way i am in all 3 spaces. and i am only 5 fucking feet tall

[inkskinned]

these days, the summer fan is on, and there is a little cricket in you. your mother would say you don't have ambition, but that's not quite true. you just had different priorities: for most of your life, the pain swallowed so much of your energy that picturing a future was almost impossible. it took so much just to render yourself here without evaporating - making goals always felt shallow, far-off.

at 17, maybe you would have wanted to be famous. maybe you would have wanted to kiss every woman and come home late at night and call the dawn to heel like a dog. to meet taylor swift and ask her to collaborate on poems and french-kiss in the rain. to wiggle your fingers at jealous ex-lovers while you lifted the hem of your ballgown and got out of limousines. a life of rooftops, spinning and glittering.

these days, it isn't that you're tired, but that you have learned the weight of carrying things. you have had the good times. you have laughed at the bottom of a pool. you have had your hands on the paring knife. you know the cost of it, like a carcinogen. these days, you want a life like a stone fruit. these days, you want a life that lays gently on your skin, rather than piercing through.

you are going to get a little condo with your friend. the two of you fantasize about basic things: how it will feel to cook in a friendly kitchen. the serenity of picking out wall paint colors. putting plants in the sunlit corner. you want a place that never rings in anger. where the only echo is jazz music. you want a peace like holding your head under the water.

ah. maybe your younger self would be devastated - you got boring?

she doesn't know yet. she has lived her entire life terrified, running. she has grown so accustomed to the threat that she has fallen in love with the scythe. she thinks passionate and violent are synonyms, that anything lovely has to come with a bad side. she thinks life has to break like a wave - that you need to swallow the ocean in order to stay above the foam. she doesn't know about the boat yet. she doesn't know about spending hours at home, quiet, your hands folded, finding peace. she doesn't know about weightlessness. she thinks everything good is everything sharp. that the pain is what makes something satisfying.

one day she will make cookies from scratch. one day when she breaks a plate, she will be the only one around, and nobody will start shouting. one day she will slip her fingers under the sand, and it will make sense to her. the life assembling in little shards: oh. i've been afraid of a quiet life at home because i've never had a quiet home to come to before.

the gentle world inside her, singing behind a door.

[storm-angel989]

Dad val and the other vees with a chubby reader who's insecure about it? I absolutely adore your writing sm and the way you write Vox makes me soso happy <33 !!

Hi Friend,

So sorry for the delay! I am so so glad you like my writing and I hope you enjoy the story! Remember to love yourself and your body as much as the Vee's love Reader and hers!

<3 Mandy

I can tell you exactly when I started to try to take up less space. 

Being the daughter of Valentino, it was expected that I behaved a certain way. Look a certain way. After all, my Uncle Vox made sure that I knew from a young age that I represented the Vee brand- and their brand was perfection. 

So I obeyed. I did everything that I was supposed to do. I did yoga with Aunt Velvette. Went to the gym with Uncle Vox. Joined a sports team like my father expected me to. Was an active human being, even when I didn’t want to be. Even when I just wanted to lay on the couch and do nothing. 

“It’s good for you to move your body,” my Aunt Velvette told me when I protested. “It’s stress relief. It’s flexible. It’s healthy. We take care of ourselves, even when we don’t feel like it. Now come on, let's get to it.” 

On that same note, Aunt Velvette controlled what I looked like in public, or in school for that matter. I wore exactly what she dressed me in. My hair was always done, my makeup on point, and my nails perfectly polished. In my mind, I was to be their little darling, an icon of perfection, the true representation of their brand. I had all the activities, all the possessions, all the confidence of what it meant to be one of the Vees. 

With the start of middle school came the mandate of uniforms. Pleated skirts, tucked in polo shirts. Knee high socks and brown loafers. Suddenly, I couldn’t hide behind the outfits my Aunt Velvet tailored to my shape. Sure, she tried, but with everyone dressed the same, body issues began to stand out. 

“You look fine darling,” my Aunt Velvette told me as I stood in front of the mirror before the start of the year.

I watched as she pinned my uniform to be tailored, an ugly blue and gray plaid. 

“I hate it,” I said out loud. 

“I know. I’m not a fan either. But you look fine,” she repeated as she stuck the final pins in. 

The first day of school brought whispers. Overnight, girls who had been best friends became worst enemies. Wars fought with cruel words whispered and notes passed between classes. 

Shorter. Skinnier. Too tall. Too wide. Chubby. I tried my best to ignore it- Aunt Velvette taught me that there was no victory in making others feel bad about themselves. 

 If you lost a few pounds, you’d be so pretty, the note appeared in my locker mid-october. My throat tightened, and I felt as if I had swallowed an ice cube whole. Unsure of what to do, I stuffed the note in my backpack until I could get home. 

Standing in front of the mirror, for the first time in my life, I studied my body. Sure, I was a little bigger in my tummy, but I wasn’t the biggest girl in the school.

But you’re not the smallest, either, a little voice inside my head whispered. 

It was then and there I made a decision. I would eat a little less, work out a little harder at the gym. And that would fix this whole problem, right? I stepped on the scale and took note of the number as I promised myself the next time I got on, it would be smaller. 

“Bebita, are you feeling alright?” my dad asked over dinner two weeks later. “You haven’t eaten much.”

“I’m not hungry,” I muttered in response. 

That was a lie. Every inch of me wanted to consume every bite on my plate. My tummy ached with hunger that stemmed from skipping breakfast and lunch earlier in the day. But while the number on the scale had gone down on friday, a weekend of inescapable meals with my family brought it right back up- and some, by Monday morning. Not even my extra workouts alone in my room had made a difference. 

I felt my Uncle Vox press his hand to my forehead. 

“You’re not running a fever,” he declared. “Does your stomach hurt?”

I nodded and my father gave me a concerned look. 

“You can be excused if you’d like to go lay down. If you don’t feel well tomorrow morning, you can stay home and rest. Did you do your homework? Do I need to check it over and sign your agenda book?” 

“I don’t want to miss school,” I said quickly. “I’ll fall behind.” I pushed back my chair. “But, yeah. To the rest. It’s all in my backpack by the door if you can check it over and sign it.” 

“Will do,” he replied evenly. 

I felt his eyes on me as I made my way back to my bedroom. Every part of me felt achy, sick and weak. I gathered my pajamas and stepped into the bathroom, hoping that a hot shower would help. As soon as I was done, I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes. Exhaustion floated through me, but to my frustration, sleep wouldn’t come.

“Baby? Are you awake?” I heard my Aunt Velvette’s voice, followed by a knock.

“Yeah,” I called back. “Come in.” 

I heard the doorknob turn and close behind her. I pushed myself upright as she walked over and sat on the bed next to me. 

“Look, sweetheart. Your Dad was going to come talk to you, but I convinced him to let me handle it. He went to sign your agenda and found this stuck to the bottom of it.” She said as she handed me the crumbled up note. “Care to explain?”

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “I found it in my locker like two weeks ago.” 

“Mhm, right. So does that explain the tummy aches at dinner? Or the fact that you haven’t touched your breakfast stash?” She asked. 

I hung my head. She sighed and pulled me to her. “Sweetheart, kids are cruel. Your body is just fine the way it is.”

I felt the frustration rise. “Aunt Vel, that isn’t good enough. I’m a Vee, am I not? I mean, Uncle Vox says it all the time, the Vee brand is perfection. If I’m not perfect, what does that say about the brand?”

“That isn’t…ugh, no. Honey. He means more…your father…” she sighed. “Don’t pay that any mind. It has nothing to do with you. You’re perfect just the way you are.” 

“Apparently, I’m not to some people,” I grumbled. 

She rolled her eyes. “And those people are wrong. Look. You move your body. You eat healthy. Your body is perfect, just the way it is, I promise.” She leaned over and kissed my forehead as she wrapped her arm around me. “Don’t you ever think otherwise.” 

“Thanks, Aunt Vel,” I muttered as I leaned into her. 

The door knob turned and we both looked up. My father and my Uncle Vox walked in and joined us on the bed. 

“Hey baby girl, feeling better?” my Uncle Vox asked.

I opened my mouth to tell him yes, but Velvette turned around to face him.

“Now you both listen to me. You tell this sweet child she doesn’t need to be perfect and her body is fine the way it is. And you, Vox!” She leaned over and grabbed the corner of his screen. “If you ever insinuate otherwise, there will be a lot more than a hairline fracture shattering that face of yours.” She stood up and began to drag him across the room. “Excuse us while your Uncle and I have a little chat.” 

“Ow! What did I do? I didn’t write the fucking note, ow!” Vox yelled. 

I watched as Aunt Velvette pulled him out of the room. My father sat down on the bed next to me and pulled me to him.

“You don’t need to be perfect and your body is just fine the way it is,” he said as he kissed my forehead. “I know school is tough, but we love you more than you will ever know. We want you healthy, mi amore.”

“I don’t like that I’m bigger than the other girls,” I muttered as I laid my head on his shoulder. “Daddy, if I’m as healthy as you guys keep telling me, why aren't I smaller?”

“Bebita, bodies come in different shapes and sizes. Some are bigger, some are smaller. All are beautiful,” he said softly. “Your body is perfect the way it is, sweetheart. All you need to do is treat it well, because it’s the only one you’ll ever have.”

I felt my stomach growl in agreement and he leaned over and kissed the top of my head. 

“How about we start by getting some food in your tummy? Come on out to the kitchen with me, I’ll make you whatever you’d like.” 

I jumped off the bed and followed him out to the kitchen. Several blueberry pancakes and listening to my Uncle Vox talk about how he was calling the school the next morning, my father tucked me back into bed with another kiss on the forehead. 

“I love you, princessa. And remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. There isn’t a single entity in this universe who has the privilege of making you feel bad about yourself. Do you understand, mi amore?”

I nodded and he leaned over and shut the light off. 

“Good. Now sleep tight, bebita princessa.” 

[marine-indie-gal]

After doing some Two Related Drawings of the Same Franchise, I have recently decide to join in a New Fandom that is "Space Goofs". I've watched Season 1 a lot recently and even seen the Gameplays behind the Video Game Adaptation, "Stupid Invaders" (I have heard of its Lost Cancelled Movie despite the Trailer still being up). I also have lost All Interest in Season 2 since I've been living a Lie throughout my Childhood that it was only Five Aliens rather than just Four since Season 2 was my very first exposure to the Franchise back on my Old Streaming Days on Rovio's Streaming Service, "Toons.TV" (before it got shut down).

I was actually in its own Fandom from back then, but that wasn't because I had to pay to much any attention since My Other Former Ex-Main Fandoms (which were only the Popular Ones that everyone else knows about) were my Former Hobby until when I grew out of it since not only did I realize that had my Love for Obscurity has grown so Wild through the Past Two Decades.

So I've decided to dig up an Old OC who I once actually gave to My BFF, @luci-the-stan-18, but now, since I am going to back to one of my Dead Childhood Fandoms that are actually still active, Me and My Friend have decided to create our own Personal Multiverses of Our Own One Certain Character for the sake of our own Personal Collaboration of a Second Refresh Reboot.

Introducing My Personal Take on Our OC, Star...As a Space Goofs Character.

Back then, when I created Her as a Single OC of Mine (before my Life had changed), I've wanted her to be an Xilam OC of Mine being raised by the Five Titular Aliens (being an akin opposite story quite similar to Disney's "Lilo and Stitch" but have the Roles for the Earth-Beings and the Aliens to be "Swapped"). Like, instead of having a Story of an Stranded Alien Experiment being raised by Humankind on Earth, why not have a Story about an Abandoned Animal being raised by Stranded Extraterrestrial Life on Earth?

Since I've wanted to give an Abandoned OC of Mine a New Refreshing Start to begin early of this Personal Adaptation towards this OC, I've decided to add more to Star's Character as a Mixture (not only with "Lilo and Stitch") but rather have my own Personal Version be also a Mixture to both the Foreign Czechoslovakia FairyTale and it's Obscure Adaptation, Karel Jaromír Erben's "Otesánek" (also known as "Little Otik" by Jan Švankmajer). In My Personal Views to the Concept behind "Space Goofs", I often see the Concept alone as an Idea for an Early 2000s Kids Live-Action Movie with Early CGI or even a Surreal Foreign Live-Action Film, rather than a Foreign Kids Cartoon about Aliens disguising themselves as Humans while still trying to get back to their Home Planet.

Anyway, here's my own re-take of My Own Rebirth of an Old OC of Mine that is now Mine and @luci-the-stan-18's Character.

Star is a Tabby/British Shorthair Mixed Breed Cat and is the Former Pet/Adopted Daughter of the Space Goofs. She was the Daughter of an Alley Cat who was the Random Fling of a Stray Cat that had to take care of her own Kittens (including Star). However as both Star's Biological Mother and Siblings were dead, the only Ones left Alive where Star and one of her Siblings as The Two Kittens only survived but got separated to different homes as Star was taken in by the Five Aliens who try to give her a Proper Home but then later Took her in as a Family Pet.

After when the Stray Cat had a One Night Stand with Star's Mother, the Mother got pregnant and couldn't find where her False Lover was so she had to take of herself alone. Upon during her pregnancy on One Night, she gave birth to her Six Kittens (3 Girls and 3 Boys). Because the Mother was once born to a Loving Family but then had lost her First Owners from a Far Away Town when she was Young, she had to raise her own Kittens the Hard Way as the Family lived somewhere in the Streets beneath the City near to where the Other Stray Cats live in the Junkyard. Star's Family was extremely poor but no matter how they thrive through their lives, Mother Cat would do anything to keep Herself and her Kittens alive as she would often look After, Protect, and even hunt Food for them.

But that was all about to change.

One day, when Star and one of her Siblings were playing around in the Streets, they accidentally bumped into a Group of Rabid Stray Dogs who chased them throughout the Whole City's Streets (even through a Market Place) until when The Two Kittens finally escape the Stray Dogs' clutches by climbing through a Fence (causing one of the Dogs' heads to get stuck through it) as they instantly ran back to their own Mother. After some time after the chase, Mother Cat then thought of the idea that maybe it would be best to move within to a Hideout where No Stray Dog or Evil Human could possibly find them beneath the streets. 5 Days later, when it came through a Dark Night, when it started to Rain Hard as a Storm came, the Mother instantly took her Kittens and ran throughout the streets as fast as she could be, but it was a Huge Crazy Rainy Night as Star accidentally slipped herself through the Wet Boulevard and landed on the Roads to where Star's Mother instantly came to rescue her off the Road until a Truck came and hit the Mother off the Road. Horrified by this incident, the Kittens tried to wake up their Mother but it was too late since the Mother had her own Very Last Life out of her Nine Lives. Heartbroken by their Mother's Death, Star and her Siblings had to flee themselves through the Streets without their Dead Mother but unfortunately, all of that ends in Another Tragedy when Star's siblings accidentally slip into the Stream from the Rain as the Kittens were trying to swim in order to escape. Luckily, Star had to be the one to survive from the Waterfall as she managed to climb up the Boulevard as she was about to rescue her own Siblings by grabbing a Gigantic Flower Steam as the Siblings had to hold on when Star held on to her own Rope as her Siblings managed to climb up to get to their Sister but when the Steam broke, they were all pulled from the current of the Water as they all fell right through the Sewer. They all drowned from the Water into the Sewers, only Star was Left Alive (but One Other Sibling was perhaps alive too). Only then, did Star had to survive throughout the Terrible Rain when she lost her own Biological Family and had to rested for the Night in a Small Neighborhood (which is where her true story begins).

The Next Morning, Star wakes up and finds herself in a Neighborhood within the City, only then does she look around and find herself within a Place where Citizens live in their own Houses. Upon the Kitten's Curiosity, she tried to find any House to have shelter in but none of the Humans seem to notice the Kitten at the Neighborhood's streets until she then stumbles upon a Big Mysterious Blue Mansion behind the Gates which already caught her attention as she went through the Gates and right into the Mansion. At first, what the Mansion from the Inside did seem very quiet compare to the rest of the Neighbors as she explored from around the House. What Star didn't know is that she was deeply unaware that she was somehow being watched from the Five Space Creatures beneath the Attic that the Goofs have found their New Victim to kick her out on so that she wouldn't recognize the Aliens that are hidden within the Big House alone. When Star discovered a big nose from upstairs when she heard weird sounds coming from up the Mansion, she journeyed herself upstairs & upon her own surprise from the Attic was none other than the Aliens themselves. Scared at first, the Kitten immediately screamed as she ran out of the House & went back on the Streets as she hid herself from the Blue Mansion. While she was originally thinking of going back to the Big City, she realizes that a Gigantic World is no place for a Young Cat herself to adventure out there alone so she decides to make the Neighborhood a New Place to live in as she would then sneak herself in away from the Humans in the Neighborhood (especially the Aliens themselves).

When a Family moved next Door of the Space Goofs' Mansion as New Neighbors came by, the Space Goofs disguised themselves as Humans in order to now have to contact with their New Neighbors from Next Door as the New Neighbors decide to welcome themselves to the Disguised Goofs, Star makes her own move to sneak in the Space Goofs' mansion in order to pick up the attention of the Other Family (so that she can be adopted by the Humans). But as the Parents didn't recognized her, the Family's Daughter by the name of "Ambre Lou" (aka the Girl from the Cancelled Movie, "Stupid Invaders") noticed that there was a Cat hidden somewhere around in their House and asked the Disguised Aliens if they did had a Pet Cat to in which response they answered "No" because they didn't had a Cat (which causes the Goofs to believe that the Orange Kitten that they saw before has come back).

After the visit, the Goofs decided to find out on where the Kitten might've been again but Etno decided to confront the Kitten by himself as he found Star hidden in the Bush from their Backyard. Etno wanted to have a reason with Star on why she came back after investing their Hideout but the Poor Kitten looked very scared since she was very dirty, lost, and abandoned. Feeling sympathy for the Poor Cat, Etno decides to take Star back to their House where He and the Goofs decide to give the Poor Kitten some shelter.

For awhile as the Poor Kitten was now being taken care of thanks to the Aliens, Star decides to roam around their Attic while the Goofs mind their own Business but when she stumbles upon Etno's Lab, she finds his Scientific Potions as drinks one of Etno's Chemicals which causes her to give her own Talkative Voice.

When the Goofs find out on what she had been sneaking through in one of their Rooms, the Kitten apologized as she explained her Whole Backstory of why she came into the Neighborhood as she explains the Tragedy of her Family and that she's very sorry for trespassing their own House. When the Goofs began to felt such sympathy for the Poor Cat, they felt like wanted to raise her and give their House a New Home (especially Candy) but Etno figured out a plan that if they were to give her a New Home, they might as well sell her to the Humans for a New Home but the rest of the Goofs (except for Gorgious) disagree with the idea of selling the Abandoned Cat to the Humans (especially with Candy) but Etno believes that if they were to give an Adoptable Animal to a Human, it might still keep them safe from the Humans if they were to find out their True Identities. Leaving with No Choice, they helped the Kitten to be adopted for free in order to have any of the Humans have a New Animal as a Pet.

When the New Neighbors' Daughter recognizes the Same Kitten that she last saw, she notices something very suspicious about their Neighbors' Concerned about their "Pet" since Star kept being Adopted by New People but no matter how she tried to live within their House, None of the Humans seem to either Care or weren't Just Good Owners for the Young Animal as she would keep running back to the Goofs every time when her Adoption kept failing.

When the Goofs had enough of trying to get rid of her, they decided to keep her and even continue to take care of her as she was all Healthy now. They decide to name her "Star" (only because she didn't like being kept called "Kitty") as Star now had to live with the Space Goofs for Shelter until when Etno can finally find a New Home for Her for the Humans.

However, as the Weeks came for Star's shelter life being taken care of by the Stupid Invaders, she does get along with the Goofs very well.

Candy Mothers her a lot while treating Star as if she was his Daughter. Gorgious tends to spoil her a lot after not being interest in her at first until he started to grow fond of her as if she was his own niece.

Bud loves Baby Animals and adores Star as they often hang out together (either if they play or watch TV).

Stereo likes to teach Star on how to read and to be smart, but like Bud, they would usually hang out with her like a Sister.

Etno's case is far the Most and Main Relationship out of the bunch since Star grows fond to like Etno since he was the first one who found her as the Two have a Mutual Father and Daughter Relationship.

But whenever the Goofs are in disguised to blend within the Human Society, they would usually act as if they were a Family with Star being their own Pet of the Group (even if she's still not officially adopted) whenever they tend to go out shopping or to visit their own Neighbors as Guests, even Star made Friends along the Way who are also Pets of the Other Neighbors.

One Day, during a Birthday Party at one of the Neighbors' Houses when the Disguised Aliens were invented, Ambre Lou finds out that Star can actually talk after when she spoke accidentally when she got out of the Restroom for Ambre Lou always knew that there was something suspicious going on with her Neighbors Next Door (that being the Supposed Aliens). But Star encourages the Girl not to tell anyone the truth behind her Caretakers' True Identities or else, Evil Scientists out there might hurt them and that she would be all alone all over again. Fearing as if though that the Great Big Fear might come anytime soon if anyone else would start to notice besides than Her, Ambre Lou made a deal with the Cat not to tell anyone about the Alien Neighbors as the Next-Door Neighbor Tween would keep Star's true owners a huge secret from anyone else. Although while the Daughter truly wanted a Friend to hang out with, She and Star somehow start to become friends for whenever the Next-Door Neighbor Family would visit the Goofs' home, the Child and the Kitten would often hang out with each other as they started to grow a Friendship bond between One Another.

After growing such a Mutual Family with the Space Goofs for 2 Months, sadly, her own Shelter comes into an end when Etno had recently met one of the Neighbor Families (which happens to be the Owners of One of Star's Friends) as he signed Star for adoption to a Human Family which shocks the Entire Goofs but it also heartbreaks Star since they had made a promise to take care of her which clashes into an Argument as the Group wouldn't allow to take Star to any Human but Etno assures that it is best for Her if the Humans were to find out their true nature which causes Star to think that maybe Etno's right and that it is for the best to keep their own identity safe.

Regardless of the Disagreement, Star agrees to the adoption as she is now sold to one of her Friends' Owners but she proudly thanks Etno and his Crew for taking care of her as Star was now sold to her New Owners of Humans.

The Next Day when Star and her New Owners are on a Weekend Vacation near a Beach, a Bounty Hunter by the name of "Bolok" (who was hired by Mad Scientist, Dr. Saccharin) was said to capture both the Aliens and the Kitten so that the Scientist could have an experiment on the both of them as Bolok then sees the Family's House and suspects that this must be where the Aliens' Former Pet must be at.

When the Bounty Hunter arrives at the Door, he starts to ask the Family questions at first if they had noticed something suspicious about one of the Neighbors that being the Aliens themselves (which shocks Star as she hides behind the Furniture, fearing that maybe her Alien Friends have might been targeted for experimentation).

Tired of the Confusing Questions, Bolok starts to instantly freeze Star's Human Owners with an Ice Razer Gun which causes Star to hide from herself but when the Alien Assassin recognizes her for the very first time, the Kitten had to face up the Alien Hunter alone.

Bolok starts to ask Star such suspicious questions on what her Old Alien Friends had been up to through a plan this whole time as the Professional knew where exactly The Orange Kitten had been hiding from when he had heard that she was the last surviving member of her own Family and that the Aliens stole her away as he assumed that her own Talking Voice was from the Aliens who had been experimenting Her like a Test Animal.

Star denies on what Bolok is saying was Highly False as she was never meant to be a target that would lead to where the Space Goofs' true hideout is. Ignoring from the Actual Truth, as Bolok was about to kidnap the Orange Kitten to take her, Star's Puppy Friend (Cleo) instantly bites Bolok on the leg, causing him to scream (while accidentally blasting the Roof from the Vacation House) which causes Star to immediately run away from the Hunter through a Wild Chase scene of Many Hijinks throughout the Whole Chase but when Bolok instantly crashes into a Farm (mostly like with Chickens), Star adventures herself on the Road to get to the Space Goofs so she can warn them that they're being hunted.

Back at the Space Goofs' Neighborhood, when Star then returns to the Blue Mansion after a Wild Goose Chase, the Goofs are confused on why she came back after when they gave her a Last New Family of Humans to live in, but Star confronts them telling them that they're going to be captured by the Evil Scientists and their Bounty Hunter who founded her. Feared by the Dreadful News, Etno decides to come up with a Plan to stop the Alien Hunters from preventing into going into their own House, so they all team up to start doing some Booby Traps before the Bolok and Other Hitmen that Dr. Saccharin hired would come and get them.

When the Alien Hunters start to investigate the Entire House just to find on where the Aliens and their Cat are hiding, but that's when the Booby Traps come in as they easily step or come across in, things start to go wildly crazily as the Alien Hunters try to survive literally every hijink throughout the House's Traps until when nobody can survive through the Alien Traps, they all instantly leave and fail to capture them.

After the Whole Booby-Trap thing, the Gang were relieved that all of the Alien Hunters were out thanks to their Traps, However, one stood up and didn't get Booby-Trapped with them was Bolok as he quickly step in from behind and grabbed Star from the Back which shocks the Whole Goofs that One Last Hitman didn't get fall into their Traps. Failing to stand up to the Hunter, Bolok instantly points the Aliens with his Razer Gun as they all had to come outside of the Door to reveal themselves as the Kidnappers caught the Aliens (and the Cat) as they bring them to the Scientists but when Bud quickly opens the Truck Door, Star escapes, leaving the Aliens behind to get experimented.

Star fears that she doesn't make it in time to save them, they might get trapped forever. So she comes to Ambre Lou and asks her for Help after explaining on what happened. Agreeing upon this Deal, Ambre Lou calls all of Her Friends (as well as their own Pets) in a Mission to stop Dr. Saccharin before it's all too late.

The Rescuers managed to get inside of Area 52 (which is located around in the Desert) after a Long Road Trip Journey through the Spaceship that they've used from the Aliens' House as they were far away from the City, Ambre Lou's Friends along with their own Animal Companions managed to distract the Scientists while Star and Ambre Lou make a run for it. When The Goofs are inside of tubes, Dr. Saccharin is glad that Bolok had finally caught them after he ordered Igor to kick Bolok out without paying as Saccharin has plans to experiment the Five Aliens and then Blast their Home Planet (Zigma B) but when a Loud Sound disturbs the Doctor, Saccharin and Igor go and investigate it, only to find that there was Nothing there, being deeply unaware if it was the Kids and their Pets that were making all of that Noise. It all turns into a Big Huge Trap for the Scientists as they were completely locked out, thanks to one of Star's Friends as Star and Ambre Lou free the Space Goofs out of the Tube. As the Goofs are completely glad that they are being rescued, they realized on how that now they've got to get out of here before Saccharin even blasts their Original Home (meaning that they've got to stop the Evil Scientist first before quickly going back home).

But when the Space Goofs and their Animal Rescuers are all caught by the Evil Scientists and the Security Guards (who also caught the Human Rescuers), Dr. Saccharin (along with Igor who have both got out of their trap), is very unamused to see Children freeing the Aliens out in disappointment but his attention draws when he notices the Kitten that they've completely forgot about and that he realized that he should've have experimented on the Kitten first before he could get his stumpy little hands on the Aliens. Repulsed by this, The Space Goofs and Star immediately flee away from the Scientists after when Ambre Lou pulled the Lever as Saccharin and Igor fall in, which leads into a Gun Battle between the Kids & The Animals vs. The Adults, as The Space Goofs & their Kitten run in the Hallways to get into Dr. Saccharin's Space Ship.

They finally made it to the ship as the Goofs felt very excited about going Home using someone's Rocket, but Star feels very sad about this. Because she knows that when the Space Goofs go home, they may never see each other again but Etno assures Star that maybe she should join Ambre as she could take good care of her in a New Home, but that he promises that maybe someday they might see each other again in Flight once they're finally back in Space.

But they're are immediately stopped by Dr. Saccharin when he closes down the Door shut permanently through a button and grabs Star by the Neck, threatening to kill both the Kitten and the Aliens if they don't get back inside of their Test Tubes, he'll then Test Star in a Cage.

Having enough of this Whole Slavery for Testing, Candy immediately goes all "Mama Bear" on Saccharin as he attacks Saccharin like a Wild Animal by scratching his Face which causes the Mad Scientist to drop Star as Star hangs on tight to the Cliff Floor (which is near the Edge) as the Poor Kitten meowed for help, making the Space Goofs shocked in Horror as one of the Goofs (that being Etno) stood out and rescued Star as he grabbed her by the Paw, then, throws her up back on the Ground.

The Goofs quickly aboard to the Ship as they all get inside with Saccharin inside as the Whole Family were still in conflict with the Mad Scientist when the Ship began to start taking flight.

What they didn’t realize was that the Ship itself was somewhat a Bomb (not a Zillion within it, unlike the Game version) to blast the Space Goofs’ Home Planet with a lot of Toxicity that can easily kill the Space Goofs when they get back to their Home Planet, they’ll quickly die within the Bomb inside, in which they've realized that they're gonna be doomed of death along with their Home Planet. As Saccharin was about to take advantage of the Ship that they were in, Star instantly jumps up to scratch the Doctor to bite him to distract the Space Goofs so they needed to figure out how to stop the Bomb from dropping down on Zigma B. While a Big Huge Fight had to lash on out during the Flight takeover with the Scientist fighting against the Space Goofs with his own Ray Gun, Star instantly saves the Space Goofs’ lives from the Toxic Ship as she figured it out on how to stop the Bomb by using her intelligence, in order to stop the Bomb from dropping by pressing the correct buttons.

When the Ray Gun ran out of Power, Saccharin was about to hit either one of them but when he accidentally pulls down the Lever by mistake, it causes a Big Huge Split inside of the Spaceship to fall apart separately. The Aliens and Star quickly run up the ladder into the Capsule (the First Half to where it’s still Flying) whereas Saccharin (whose on the Second Half) falls down back on Earth where the Second Half explodes, managing to survive from the Crash but ends up getting arrested by the Police after when he betrayed Bolok (who called out on him).

As soon as the Goofs were fleeing back home, they instantly get hit by a Meteor once again as they crash down back to Earth.

After the Whole Incident of what had Happened, 5 Days Later, the Goofs were already back in their Blue Mansion after when Ambre Lou and Star had to recover their true identities when the Space Goofs told Ambre Lou everything about their truth as they had to keep a Huge Secret from their Neighborhood as it was only Ambre Lou and her Friends who only know about their Neighbors being Aliens and kept it as a Secret away from Everyone Else as a Major Promise.

While Star did had to stay with Ambre Lou for the Entire Week until all of the Kidnapping had to fade away from their Memories as they needed to relax for a brief while, Star really misses the Goofs that much as she feel as if though that throughout the entire time, they did felt like they were Owners to Her as she realized that maybe she already did found a Family of her own. She asks Ambre to leave her at the Space Goofs' front door as Star goes inside of the House with the Space Goofs watching her through their own Channel in the Attic, confused on why she came back.

She then explains her Whole Memories with them downstairs as the Aliens listen through every word that she said through a Camera and that she realized that she did had already found a Family all along and that all of this time, the Space Goofs were her true owners that she first fond when she was abandoned throughout her life while she did apologized of the whole Craziness last week as she understands their pain since she always had herself being kept from the World from her Mother. Feeling the Understanding and the Guilt that was behind them the Entire Time, the Goofs had change their mind as they all ran downstairs (just before Star was about to leave) as they convinced her to stay with us as they all changed their own Minds as they now wanted Star as their own Family Cat. Even Etno did realize that maybe he was truly wrong of selling Star to a Family of Humans the Entire Time. Finally welcomed in Arms, Star was happy of the Aliens accepting her as when the Next Day as they disguised themselves as Humans, they signed the Ownership of their New Animal as Star now lives with her Alien Family throughout her life and that someday, when they all ride home, she will be joining her own life on Space far from Earth.

This Old AU of Mine involved around this OC was technically the kind of "Character Gets Adopted and Grows a Mutual Relationship with Family" sort of thing, which I know happens a lot in Stories but I still love the Whole Adoption Family trope thing, even to this day. The Main Inspirations behind Star that I drew were Mowgli from Rudyard Kipling's "The Jungle Book", Oliver from "Oliver Twist/Oliver and Company", Sophie from Roald Dahl's "The BFG", and even Janell Cannon's "Stellaluna".

As for her Anthro Form, I do have plans to develop what's more than just her Origin Story (especially with the Space Goofs) as I'll probably make develop more of My Own Third Fandom AU after my Second and First Ones.

Let's just say that after the Potion that she drank which gave her a Voice, she sooner or later becomes an Anthro throughout her Growth as she's the Town's "First Feral Animal to become Anthro".

Before anyone also dares to ask, considering that Me and @luci-the-stan-18 are sharing her for the sake of this Collaboration. Then Yes, Brady (Luci's OC) is her own Love Interest.

We're still keeping our OCXOC Couple idea but as soon as my Friend will make her own version of Star someday, she'll only use that personal version of hers in her own X-Over Multiverse AU, so we still ship Brady with Star (no matter what version) as this whole "Starverse" thing is our little Spiderverse thing.

Collaboration and Star (c) Me and @luci-the-stan-18

My Version of Star (Old OC) (c) Me

Space Goofs (c) Xilam

[mom-friendtm]

To anyone this post can reach:

Please Donate Blood

Blood donation is at an all time low, even counting the COVID-19 lockdowns.

All sorts of people need blood transfusions to stay alive, please consider donating!

Here is the Red Cross Donation Page!

If you don’t feel comfortable donating blood with the Red Cross, here’s a page to find a blood drive near you!

Common concerns:

The Red Cross sells the donated blood!

Most organizations sell the donated blood to hospitals for $150-$250 (USD). They charge so they can recoup some of the cost of the blood donation process. Every donation incurs a lot of cost: supplies to take the blood, testing the blood for diseases, transporting it in specialized vehicles, and paying all the people along the way (phlebotomist, lab tech, truck driver, etc). Monetary donations alone to a nonprofit organization do not cover the costs of blood donation.

Donation centers have outdated conceptions about who can donate! (ex: gay men)

The Red Cross has gotten with the times and updated their screening questions. Screening questions no longer ask about your sexuality, but more ask about your exposure to certain diseases. Ex: Have you ever been treated for HIV or take medication in the past (x time) to prevent an HIV infection? Have you been out of the US/Canada in the past 3 years? Have you ever had a brain covering graft?

I don’t know if I am physically eligible!

The Red Cross’ donation criteria is 110 lbs and 17 years old, 16 in certain US states with parental consent. They check your blood pressure, temperature, and iron levels before you donate, and you must be in generally good health (ex: don’t have the flu).

Why don’t they pay me?

They don’t pay donors is because they are more likely to lie about disqualifying factors about their blood to guarantee they get the payment from their donation. That really eats into the cost of operating and is dangerous for the person receiving the blood if it is not something that can be easily found via the standard panel of testing.

Why can’t I donate directly to a hospital instead of a business?

Having dedicated staff, lab space, and square footage for in house blood donations is expensive and U.S. hospitals are cheap. Staff is expensive, hospital labs often don’t have enough equipment to handle the volume of tests required and it would slow down results for patients, and hospitals would prefer to have a wing dedicated to orthopedics rather than blood donation. There’s no definitive answer online but this is what I could figure out.

Links in not in hyperlink under the cut

[renlyslittlerose]

So I'm like, 20 hours(?) into BG3 and so far these are my thoughts:

I don't like all the companions, but I'm still reserving judgment until we proceed a little further. Some feel like the writers played DA and ME, liked certain archetypes, and decided to try that with their characters without realizing why these characters worked so well in DA and ME.

In saying that, there are some characters I really like. Karlach is a breath of fresh air in the genre and a major stand-out for me (thus far). It's nice to have a character who has been through a lot of trauma but refuses to let it define them. She's happy to be out of the Blood War, she's happy to be adventuring, she's happy to have friends for the first time. She's just happy. And having her alongside Gale, and listening to them just enjoy the weather and fresh air, is such a pleasant experience.

I've decided to romance Shadowheart because I hear I can do side-romances while still dating her. I really wanna see if I can woo Mizora 👀

While I am playing a 'good' character (not killing the locals, trying not to be mean to people), I am making very practical - some might say slippery, tricky, unreliable - choices in order to further my goals. I won't step on the backs of people to meet my end goals, but if I gotta lie a little, or remove an eyeball out of my skull, or let a bunch of tadpoles wiggle around in my brain... well, who am I to say no to a little advantage?

In saying that, I welcome any and all bad outcomes because of my questionable choices l o l

I think the world is fun to explore, but it's reminding me a little of a watered down version of Witcher 3 in terms of things to explore, monsters to encounter, and the overall vibes. Still having fun, but there are some parts of the map where I think they could have done a little more to truly make it immersive (like the swamp - I mean, the tea house...)

Speaking of the Witcher - I wish they would have an indicator of the level of enemies before you're locked in a fight. I liked how in the Witcher (and Cyberpunk), enemies that were severely over-leveled for you would have indicators that told you not to bother, come back later, don't waste your resources, etc. I've had a bunch of times where I've been locked in a fight and wasted a good chunk of time, only to realize that there is no way I can win this fight and I better just reload and come back later

I am eagerly looking forward to being reunited with my wife, Jaheira. ~I have crossed oceans of time to find you~

The mission to rescue those trapped in the burning building has to be one of the worst fucking designed pieces of modern gameplay I have ever had to sit through. The only reason I didn't lose my mind was because @the-nuup was guiding me through it over discord.

All in all, I am having fun! I've been playing a lot of older RPGs over the last few years (BG1 and 2, Planescape Torment, KotoR I and II), so it's nice to have that same flavour but with modern graphics, voice acting, etc. It's scratching an itch, for sure.

I am currently in the underdark collecting mushrooms and avoiding large open spaces 🍄

[dykemelon]

Oh god okay I’m psychotic

Journal entry copy and paste incoming

3 September 2024, 1:47am

Worst hell brain moment ever while awake and sober was a little before midnight, according to Minal. I was showering and watching a YouTube video about the backwards long jump. The question of whether the universe was discrete or continuous, prompted by the video talking about how a regular signal in “continuous” space could translate into different frame patterns in discrete space. Felt like I remembered/experienced being born. I remembered all the things I had been trying to remember, having been yelled at before for forgetting them. I remembered the first item in every sequence, including which sequence was first. (That memory is gone now.) I was immediately CERTAIN that tonight is The Bad Night, the night where all bad things happen and all pain lives. I was sure I was going to get yelled at, me and Minal were going to break up, I was going to throw up, and ultimately all of life would dissolve into a broken spiral of raw experience, and it would HURT. IT WOULD HURT MORE THAN ALL HURT EVER IN THE WORLD TIMES INFINITY. And I would be stuck trying to remember it when it passed and I was born into a new life and I could only cry from how hurt I was and how incapable I was of remembering. Every move I made after that was laden with hypervigilant analysis of my actions, thinking that the number of times I wavered before deciding to put my clothes back on before darting back to the bedroom (danger of roommate seeing me naked) was a sacred number and that I would assign names and moral weights (all bad of course) to each individual kind of waver or tic. Every little thing was the most important thing, and I believed fully that there had been/would be a time in my life where that thing was under extreme, world-swallowing debate. There seemed to be some sort of fundamental belief that, while not necessarily everything is good or bad, my experiences necessarily feel good or bad, and this feeling follows a pattern, an aperiodic repeating pattern that goes up and down and around and around in some inscrutable way which I occasionally have insight into, and this insight always triggers a panic attack. The thesis was “I saw god in the eyes of the physical, and god said ‘I am you, I have been you, you cannot comprehend how bad it’s going to get or how good it’s going to get, and moreover, the good thing is the bad thing.” Every stim I had seemed to have a name and a history, a history of being argued about and shamed over and actually being genuinely harmful even though it was soothing. Every white lie I told, every compromise I made to myself, was a sign of the fall from grace that would eventually boil over into the destruction of everything I held dear. I saw myself becoming not just an evil person, but every kind of evil person, from the swindlers to the genociders. Whatever is coming in the world is utterly inevitable, and free will is both an illusion and a prison but also the only way anything can move forward.

[arcaneoddity]

Writer Interview Game

Thanks again for the tag, @torterrachampion <3

When did you start writing?

I've pretty much been writing forever tbh. Started taking it more seriously when I was like... idk, 12ish? I still have a cringe ass German Sonic self-insert OC thing lying around on a hard drive somewhere I'm sure. Only started publishing my fanfic at age 15 or so, that's around the time I switched to writing in English too. I don't really do original stuff, my planning capabilities and attention span just aren't enough for that.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

When it comes to non-fanfic stuff I enjoy a good thriller and things involving murder investigations. Don't enjoy visual gore but can handle it well in written form, usually.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I dunno, I'm just kinda making shit up as I go lmao. There is one fic that I kinda see as The Pinnacle of everything I care about and want to portray in my writing, this absolute Break/Reim gem by calliope_love on dreamwidth. I'm not actively trying to emulate the author or anything, I just feel like this piece has shaped me in several ways and I need to lie tf down about it.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

That's either at my PC (that's where most of the proofreading/editing takes place at any rate), or... pretty much wherever I have my phone on me and inspiration strikes. Most chaotic place I've written fic at was sat on the grass somewhere in the very back of the crowd at a concert during a metal festival. I'll let that speak for itself.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

To be honest... I've stopped trying to force it. I used to beat myself up about not getting anything done, but that didn't work out and only made me feel more miserable. These days it can indeed take a good while for inspiration to strike, or I get five ideas at a time, but I'm feeling better about it this way. It's not like I'm writing for money or anything, so it doesn't really matter in the end.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I'm a big sucker for romance and characters finding trust and unconditional love in each other, especially in a hurt/comfort kind of context. It's all about that emotional catharsis. Also... I tend to write sex as a character study. That's the niche I've carved myself out and I'm comfy in here.

What is your reason for writing?

I enjoy exploring characters' motives behind their actions, their emotional state, their connect to those around them. Writing's also my idea of an outlet for myself, in a way, it helps to process certain themes through a different lens.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I'm told I'm pretty good at capturing nuanced emotions, especially the heavier and conflicted kind. This is backed up by my friends telling me I hurt their feelings, which I count as an achievement.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I'm pretty happy with where I am tbh. Ofc there's always room for improvement I guess, and not everything's gonna come out the way I want it to, but I don't explicitly strive to get anywhere in particular. I will say though... I do have my moments that have me going, I wrote that?? Damn. B)

Gently sliding this across the table to @morocosmos (no pressure whatsoever tho) and anyone else who wants to take a stab at it!

[barrenclan]

(floors it through the wall of your living room in my toyota corolla) HELLO i have another song rec. Nunemaker’s Parable by Everybody’s Worried About Owen as a potential rainhaze song perhaps?

[BIG Music Compliation Post]

MY WALL

"There was a wanderer who found his way to God Or maybe it was Lucifer under some false facade"

"Leave me the way all those other homes did But leave me a soul, only by definition I don't want to feel anything"

"With no conscience, I'll make money and I'll lie and cheat and steal And that money won't bring happiness But let me ask what does"

"So now I'm broken fundamentally And nobody gets why"

"She said "Mister, you look tired I will let you go, but first I think that what you're asking for It just might make things worse"

Incredibly fitting for him, as it happens.

I'm pretty sure this has been suggested before, but I like the song and it fits Hush Puppy very well.

"But me and my husband We're doing better It's always been just him and me Together"

"And I am the idiot with the painted face In the corner, taking up space But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved"

I'm not certain this fits anyone in the comic, really... I can see where you're coming from but it's too confident for Cormorantpaw, and the lyrics about "making a woman out of me" really don't fit him. Still a cool song!

Oh yeah! You know it babey! Cormorantpaw is singing.

"So can I call you tonight? I'm trying to make up my mind Just how I feel Could you tell me what's real?"

"Don't go, don't go so easy Don't go, don't go and leave me"

I agree! I like Cormorantpaw wishing for a childhood he never had, and especially for someone to take care of him.

"Honestly I've had enough of looking at a dead man I just wanna scrape my knees Cry until my mommy sees"

"I just wanna be a kid But I don't wanna be a kid who was born like this"

Oh, I wonder where you got this song. *direct eye contact* Really, though, I think you're very right, and I always like a somewhat eerie old folk song.

"Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel"

"Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream"

"Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?"

I'm making an executive decision and saying Rainhaze!

"its one v. one and heres the thing you may be better in a fight but I’ve got more to lose tonight"

"hit me where it hurts, the bruising will be worth the freedom I have earned from letting everything burn"

This is probably my favorite Hozier song, I just think it's so pretty. It's definitely super fitting, and sad, for Corm and Pinepaw.

"I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you"

"So I will not ask you Why you were creeping In some sad way I already know"

Ugh, heartbreaking. But a good call. Silent Hill music is so interesting to me.

"Really don't deserve it But now, there's nothing you can do So sleep in your only memory Of me, my dearest mother"

"Here's a lullaby to close your eyes, goodbye It was always you that I despised I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh well"

Yeah <3

"Am I allowed to look at him like that? Could it be wrong, when he's just so nice to look at?"

"No, I'd never say a word, and oh, it aches, but it feels oddly good to hurt"

[meraki24601]

Dawn Part 3

Part 3 as promised! This one is a little shorter than the last one.

Part 1, Part 2

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Whumpee could feel their burns healing. A sweet, enticing smell rose from the warm object pressed tightly to their chest. The warmth was so different from the heat of the sun. This warmth was soft and comforting. All too familiar.

Careful hands wrapped around Whumpee, pulling them tighter against the body in their arms. “You’re safe now. Just drink.” Caretaker whispered in Whumpee’s ear. Their quiet groan echoed through the space around them.

“No.” Whumpee moaned, retracting their fangs from Caretaker’s neck, “I don’t want…”

“You need blood. You are too weak. I swore to save you, and this is the only way. Drink.” Caretaker pressed on Whumpee’s head so their mouth pressed against the open wound they left on Caretaker’s neck. 

Whumpee’s mind screamed as the pressure forced new blood from the wound and onto Whumpee’s tongue. Automatically, Their fangs extended, and they pierced Caretaker’s neck. With each mouthful of blood, new tears formed in their eyes. Never again. They were never supposed to drink the blood of a human again. 

“A question, if you will, Vampire. When the one who holds the bond of a vampire’s promise dies, is the vampire still bound to their word?” Caretaker’s breath heaved against Whumpee as their tears joined Whumpee’s. This time, as Whumpee pulled away, they weren’t strong enough to stop them.

“Why?” Whumpee asked, “Why would you trade your life for mine? A human life for that of a vampire?”

Caretaker fell forward, nearly limp in Whumpee’s arms. “I am the youngest and weakest of my kin. I cannot tend to the farm, nor can I hunt the beasts which threaten us. Should the only way to guarantee my family’s safety be by my death, I will die happily. So, please, Vampire, I have answered your question. Will you not answer mine?”

“No. A vampire is no longer bound to their word should the one who holds the bond die.” 

“I see. Then, once again, I am left with no choice but to trust you, vampire.”

“Whumpee. If you would, please call me Whumpee.” 

“Very well. Drink, Whumpee. You will need your strength if you are to defeat a herd of wild boar. All I ask is you hold me until I am gone so I am not alone and stay true to your word even after the bond is broken.”

Whumpee smiled, small and sad, “Rest easy, Caretaker. You will not die by my hand. You have fulfilled your part of our bargain. I have been saved and healed more than enough to defeat the beasts threatening your kin. Sleep. Recover your strength. I shall watch over you until the night comes, and I can return you to your home.”

Caretaker’s eyes blew wide. Their hands shook as they gripped Whumpee’s shirt, “Please, take my blood. The beasts are large and strong, and their hide is tough. My life is a low price to pay if it means the promise of a future for my kin. I would much rather guarantee my death than risk the lives of others.”

"A vampire is bound to their word. I swore to you I would slay the herd before the next morning dawns. Do you doubt my loyalty to our promise? If I were not certain I could destroy the beasts, I would not say I could.” Whumpee supported the back of Caretaker’s head as they shifted them to lie on the cave floor. “Furthermore, I have made you not only one promise but two. I swore to leave you and your kin unharmed so long as they do not lay a hand on me. Now I am healed and conscious of my actions, were I to bite you, it would be against my word. So, rest. You will not die by my hand. You will live to see our bargain fulfilled and your family survive the winter.”

New tears slid down Caretaker’s face as they lifted their hand to staunch the gentle flow of blood from the wounds in their neck. Their hand was covered in dirt and grime, making Whumpee grimace at the risk of infection. With movements slow enough for Caretaker to stop them, Whumpee removed Caretaker’s hand and pressed their lips to the cuts. They were once again reminded of the sweetness of Caretaker’s clean, fresh blood as they laved their tongue over the wounds, allowing their saliva to seal them.

“Amazing,” Caretaker whispered as they ran their fingers over the quickly developing scabs.

A low growl deep in the cave startled both the human and vampire. Caretaker’s arms shook as they lifted themselves up to gaze past Whumpee and at the four giant wild boars approaching from within the cave. 

Without hesitation, Whumpee pressed Caretaker back to the floor of the cave. “It seems you will not have to wait until nightfall for the end of the beasts. Fear not, I shall protect you.” They stood to face the boars as their numbers increased as much as the cave walls would allow. A full herd, each tall as a man and strong as a pack of werewolves. It’s a good thing vampires are made to defeat werewolves.

[cosmoknightchaos]

Hehe>:3 1, 2, 6, and 8. (Do whatever character you’d like:3)

Oh boy! Any character I want! I'm going to do all of them.

There are 35 different characters listed below. I'm not kidding when I say the response is long.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

The following OCs are from a project I've dubbed Project Scepsis OS, a futuristic dystopian featuring a failed science experiment, an amorphous blob, a shapeshifter who eats organs like jelly beans, and a depressed 40-year-old man.

Paisley, despite being trapped in a laboratory for most of their life, isn't that bothered by it. If anything, they'd just prefer to go through and get rid of a whole bunch of memories, to clear up space. It's like clearing photos from your storage. Also, they're definitely the type of person to stay up at night thinking about that one embarrassing moment from years ago, so they'd trash all of those.

Marci, on the other hand, desperately wants to forget most of its time in the lab. Especially before it met Paisley. All of that was hell for it and it wants to forget that.

Kat is a very "Sparkle off, it's Thursday, forget who you are" type of person. She doesn't want to remember a single thing and be consumed by the personality of whomever she eats. Life has not been kind to her after the war :(

Vincent would most likely want to forget his son's death. It would be so much easier to bury himself in his work if he didn't have the weight of his son's death looming over him, even if that is what caused him to become a workaholic in the first place. Either that or erase all memory and involvement in the Scepsis model, though unfortunately his name has gone down in history with that one and he will never escape it.

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

^This is Kat! She is a wanted war criminal across multiple planets for murder, cannibalism, and impersonation.

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Dill do you have any idea who you're talking to. I am the MASTER of the moral compass and how characters feel about it. I could write a full essay on a singular character's morals.

Moral compasses exist on a pentagram for me, with each angle being an extreme and every character existing on an extreme or somewhere in the middle. Congrats, you get all five extremes.

On the first point of the pentagon, the unbreakable and completely fucked compass. Myo, The Queen, and Flower, who may be so wrong in their actions but their compass has long been broken. The philosophy here is You cannot betray your moral compass if you don't have a compass to begin with. They're either too insane to have morals or whatever the fuck Queen is.

Second, our stubborn characters! Probably the biggest category of the extremes. Edge, Sky, Penelope, and Cosmo. While having a variety of personalities and motives, they all have very strict moral compasses. Not really strict in an uptight way, but they know where their loyalties lie and are so comfortable with that spot that it's gonna be ridiculously hard to break that. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. It's just comfortable. However, with enough force, it can be broken- but that does require a lot of force.

On the next joint, characters like Altalune, Marion, or Anne, who's compasses are thrown to the wind every other Tuesday. High and mighty as they may think they are, both are giant hypocrites and will betray their moral compass the moment it becomes an inconvenience to their motives. There's also characters like Echo or Marc, who crumple like paper once put under the slightest pressure. They wouldn't betray their morals by themselves, but they fold like laundry when another person gives them orders.

Second to last are the traumatized folk. Gospel is probably the only real extreme of this group, but Kaizo is a very close second. This is for characters who have a strict moral compass at first, but after a certain event(s), their compass shatters and they have to go buy a new one. More often than not, that first set of morals isn't as healthy for them, and the new set helps them improve as people, but that doesn't mean it isn't earth-shatteringly traumatic and destroys everything they ever had faith in in the process.

Finally, the sporadic. Entropy! Tranquility by extent and pretty much all of my Higher Being/God/Godlike/God complex characters count too, but Entropy is the definitive extreme. The moral compass here functions like Captain Jack Sparrow's, simply pointing whatever way the character wants it to. It is fueled impulse, desire, and the Godlike arrogance and detachment from mortal life. There are no moralities, only fun and chaos.

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Let's just go down the list, shall we? OCs are categorized by source material!

Beyond the Graves (OC) Marci/Marc: Normally, no, possessed than yes. And does canonically. Echo: Same as above! AJ: More likely to commit murder than the other two, but doesn't. Cosmo: Probably did? Doesn't seem like it. Queen: Definitely. Easily. Canonically. For funsies

Ivy (OC) Jenny: Nope! She would only kill someone if she had to, and she would not get away with it! Morgan: Same as above, only she's slightly more willing to commit murder Myo: Without hesitation

Project Scepsis OS (OC) Paisley: Although they do commit it, they wouldn't get away with it very well. Marci: If it would happen, it would be accidentally. It would latch on to a living organism and accidentally tear their mortal form apart. It would never do it intentionally. Kat: She eats people's organs for fun Vincent: Definitely not. Even if he is responsible for the war machine that killed hundreds if not thousands. Creator: Said war machine mentioned above

Where Time Stands Still//Stopwatch (OC) Penelope: Absolutely not. Baby girl Altalune: Definitely. And if he doesn't get away with it, then he'll kill whoever witnessed it. Tristen Kannaroe: Little bitch man. Unfortunately he has not committed murder but he would not get away with it, he would get caught, and he would get what he fucking deserves. Entropy: Do you know who we're even talking about. This is the fucking God of Chaos Tranquility: Ironically, for being the God of Death, they have never taken a life. However they would very easily get away with it if they needed to. Eternity/Stopwatch: They wouldn't do it, but they'd get away with it if they did. I think gods in general have a good track record of getting away with murder

The Religious Trauma Squad (Hollow Knight) Gospel: She wouldn't commit murder, but if she did she wouldn't leave a single trace. Eviscerated by lightning bitch Edge: Oh yeah. Absolutely. Gospel would know in a heartbeat. Marion: He put his days of murder behind him after he left the troupe! He's reformed now! (<-Nearly fought Edge to the death if Gospel hadn't stopped him)

The Horalo AU/Where Time Stands Still (A Hat In Time) Skyscreamer: Commits murder canonically and does NOT get away with it. Thanks Entropy Flower Man: Have you read the book Entropy: They are still the Deity of Chaos Kannaroe: Doesn't and don't get away with it

The Wanderer AU (A Hat In Time) Ester: Yes! The Gravedigger: Uh... does it count as murder if they're ghosts? Cathrine: Nope! Wouldn't hurt a fly <3 Adrianne: Would and get his ass caught. Idiot Tranquility: Still a pacifist!

My other AHIT OCs Anya: Nope! They'd whack you with a large branch, but that's about it. Kaizo: He would eat your insides like a muffin for breakfast.

That's as many as I can remember. Feel free to ask about any of these I guess.

[addcests]

a family is you, and you, and :: ch2 - ao3 mirror

pairing the addcest is there if you believe

words 2133

rating [T]

summary "Hey, Dominator, where's Psyker?" It's an innocent question, at first. And then it rings, rings, rings through Dominator's mind constantly, like an incessant nagging that he doesn't want to quite acknowledge presently. Not yet. So he doesn't. "He's out." It's not a complete lie, anyway. --- If you'd ask each Add what family meant, they'd have similarly different answers. A contradiction in and of itself—a testament to the very conception of their existence. Yet, there lies one thing wholly similar; a conviction all three share: they'd fight for their family. And now they must.

note chapter 3 is almost done as well!

“You know, if you’re lonely, I could always invite you back.” When there is no response, he presses, "back home."

There was so, so, so much Dominator could say in lieu of a pretty little offer like that.

“And leave behind my work?”

It's not really an answer, but Dominator loves flitting around topics like this with his new daily visitor.

Regardless, Esper smiles at that, paces his way over to Dominator and kneels into his lap rather abruptly. Unlike a certain younger, inexperienced researcher, Dominator, seeming to expect it, allows the motion without nary a fuss or blush and Esper’s grin grows all the more wider for it. “Aww, no fun,” comes his pretend pout they both expect as well. “Why’s that? I think it would be pretty lively with an extra body.”

Dominator’s not sure if the portal hopper is making light conversation or if he’s seeking something more. Again, he tries not to let that train of thought settle for long. “You know, you shouldn’t even be here.”

“And you should know I’m not very good at doing as I’m told.” Esper chirps without missing a beat because Dominator knows he’s enjoying this way too much.

But Dominator isn’t upset in the slightest. Far from it, signaled by his bemused laugh softening the look on his face. “And I did always so love that about you,” Dominator says, smiles genuinely, gently carding his fingers through the length of Esper’s hair, nails scratching at the scalp. A little display of affection he couldn’t resist. He may have spoken of Psyker having a soft spot for the other but, as time passes, Mastermind—he—would come to grow one as well. “Well, I won’t deny you that. I also do so enjoy your company.” 

Esper’s like putty in his hands, melting into his touch, leans all his weight onto him, and exhales a pleased little noise. 

Dominator lets him, humming as he keeps one hand on the small of his back, fingers dancing absentmindedly along his thin frame while his other hand dances across his keyboard, his attention split between the two. For the moment, he relishes in the silence he’s managed to secure. Even if it’s brief.

“Mmm, where’s the cat cube?”

“Apocalypse,” Dominator corrects, not missing a beat, “is offline. Standby. I have him holding data for me.” 

Esper falls silent once more. Dominator’s not sure if it’s because he’s lazing into his touch

or that nefarious but brilliant mind of his is plotting something. 

“Do you miss him?” Dominator asks, filling the silence. He also doesn’t let Esper answer, and continues, “I may not be a Mastermind anymore, but that simply means I am more than one step ahead, my dear. I know you’ve used him for records. And no, I will not let you see the ones you’ve made.” 

The time traveler finally peels himself off of Dominator (the scientist notes, regretfully) and he peers down at the other. “No? I can’t convince you?” Dominator recognizes that playful quip in his voice. “No way to change your mind?” And Esper leans in closer, the space between the two now long gone. 

Again, Dominator doesn’t miss a beat either, used to their little game now; the hand at Esper’s back still nudges him closer, and he smiles up at him. “Not at all,” he replies back just as easily. “I’m used to your little tricks, Esper. That may have gotten a rise out of me before, but it’s different now.” 

Esper pouts, head tilting as he regards the scientist before him, a glaring juxtaposition of how he he's completely ignoring the compromising position he put them in. “Is it really so different now?” 

Dominator doesn't stop his laugh, leans over to place a chaste little kiss on the corner of his mouth to satisfy the time hopper. 

He hasn't the faintest idea.

“Are you going to tell me to go home now?”

This time when Dominator laughs it’s for a different reason, chuckling. As his eyes narrow with mischief, he smiles brightly at Esper. “I was under the impression that a certain someone doesn’t listen very well.”

“That’s right!” Esper sings songs, his face beaming with a mirthful cheeriness upon hearing Dominator’s answer, and makes himself even comfier in Dominator’s lap. 

Dominator doesn’t mind the company, and so he finds himself working with Esper cuddling close. He finds it adorable, really. Especially when he turns his full attention back to Esper and finds that he actually dozed off, smiling to hear the light exhales that signal a deep sleep. A rare luxury for him. There’s no way he was going to send him along his way like this, so Dominator lets him rest as he is.

Before the scientist knows it, time escapes them both and Dominator can feel his legs turn to jelly from supporting the other’s nearly dead weight. Esper started pretty upright in his lap and arms but now he’s completely sprawled along him, limbs every which way. Not much unlike that of a cat. He smiles down at the still-dozing Esper, ruffles his hair affectionately, and scoops him into his arms. 

He saves his work and shuts it down, locking it. Back turned, he proceeds to the ever-familiar corridor he’s growing acquainted with lately and makes for his bedroom. If Esper wants to doze so much then at the very least he could do so in a proper bed. Another luxury. 

Dominator doesn’t bother stripping down and joins Esper for a little cat nap.

He suspects the other will be gone long before he can wake anyway, which he doesn’t mind. It’s the last thought he has as his eyelids grow heavy and he lets Esper curl into him more.

When he does wake, it’s as he thought. Esper is long gone, the spot on the bed that held his weight is still there but barely evident. He sits up and rubs at his teary eyes from sleep, looks around, and his eyes lock on the digital clock displaying the time. He also sees the framed photo he recalls from the other day or so. 

Upright this time.

Certainly not of his doing. 

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“Feeling lonely?”

“No,” comes Mastermind’s curt reply as he walks away from Psyker who has decided to flop all against the couch, occupying all the space. So much for sitting there too. If he is going to be so rude, Mastermind could simply find somewhere else to be. Without sparing the taunting brawler anymore thought, the scientist makes his way to his lab, mug of coffee in hand, thoughts aimlessly wandering. 

He steps into the entryway to the lab, looks around and notices a familiar glint out of the corner of his eyes, and smiles down at a few pictures Psyker had set up some many months ago.

“You stay in there so long, you’ll forget us. So here’s some pictures.”

Obviously, the brawler was always being a little shit, joking as loves to do, but it was a nice sentiment. He appreciates it more than he can put into words. (More than he can ever tell him.) 

His eyes then fall to the singular frames that held solo shots. (Vaguely, he couldn’t help but wonder when those shots were taken.) He walks by the table, fingertips brushing along the edges as he takes step after step. Shortly after, he comes to a halt before a familiar frame. It was a shot he tried so hard to veto but it was an unfair matchup of two against one from the start. The photo of the three was Psyker's idea. And Esper was in on it. So, of course, Psyker would include this one. No thanks to help from Esper. 

“Mastermind!” comes the time distorted voice.

And speaking of his favorite time traveler.

As always, he hears Esper before he sees him. Frantically, he nearly drops his mug trying to place it aside, knowing that Esper would be landing in his arms in three, two—the impact of catching his lithe frame still jostles Mastermind around, never fully prepared to catch Esper. “Why can’t you just come through your portals normally!?” He hisses. 

“I have absolutely no clue what you mean.”

“Esper,” the scientist starts again, his tone warning as he turns his head the other way to avoid the affectionate nuzzle from the other. 

“You’re no fun! Unlike a certain someone else,” comes Esper’s light pout. Most likely fake, Mastermind assumes.

He wonders why he’s bringing up Psyker though, because he could as easily blink in and out to him just a room away. “Well, if you want the certain someone else, you’ve missed him by some coordinates. He’s hogging the couch. And—will you cut it out! That t-tickles…!” He doesn’t mean to let his voice stutter with colorful laughter, but when Esper noses at his neck like that, nuzzling into him, it’s not ticklish. It’s embarrassing. But hell if he’ll let Esper know that, or that he likes it so much. “Psyker’s in the other room I said already… !”

Their struggle proves too much for him, so he helps Esper to steady his feet, giving the other no choice but to stand. 

He frowns at this new arrangement and Mastermind’s answer, then replies, “I’m not talking about Psyker.”

And as usual, what is a conversation with the great Diabolic Esper now and then if he wasn’t left a little puzzled afterwards? Despite this, he isn’t here to decode whatever was running through his counterpart’s scheming mind, so instead, he asks, “Where were you this time?” He watches as Esper walks around him, strolling past the entry point of his lab like it’s his. (Though, technically it was at times. The way he uses his things without his asking and Mastermind simply coming to accept this fact.) 

“Out,” he drawls, eyes darting around before he hops into a portal, and appears on the far opposite side of the lab. “Where’s little Apoca?” And then blinks back into a distance near him, being courteous enough to not force Mastermind to strain to hear him or shout his reply.

“Somewhere around here. Why?” When he’s finally within earshot distance with Esper once more, he places a hand on his hip and raises an eyebrow at him, “I know it’s you stealing him and not Psyker. Which, by the way, he did not appreciate you using him as a scapegoat.”

As he paces around the lab, checking over his scattered devices and parts, Esper finds said cat cube nestled among Mastermind’s things as if it were a bed. He sets Apocalypse upright, and boops him. “Why not? If you can do it, can't I? Since you blame him for everything else don’t you?”

“That’s—!” Not true. He wants to say, but the words fail to leave his lips. And even if Esper is only teasing, Mastermind still clamps his mouth shut and averts his gaze. This time, he folds his arms to his chest before speaking again, deflecting as he does, “What do you need Apocalypse for today, Esper?” 

The little cube then boots up from sleep mode. The cube’s cat face lighting up and its ears twitching as its system and configurations load. As soon as it recognizes both creator and partner, Apocalypse snuggles into Esper’s hold, nuzzling his palm demandingly.

“You have spoiled him rotten,” Mastermind chides, voice nagging. But despite saying so, he bites back a smile as he walks over to the two, patting Apocalypse fondly. 

“Don’t worry, Mastermind, I’ll bring him back soon. He makes a great napping partner.” Esper turns his owlish stare towards the scientist. “Or, will you join me instead?” However, the devilish smile that forms on his lips after indicates a very false innocence that Mastermind could clearly see through.

Mastermind does not stutter as he exclaims his name. “E-Esper!” He definitely doesn’t blush afterwards either!

Esper's cackles echo through the lab as he watches Mastermind try to hide his red cheeks. His lips curl into a satisfied smile as he whirls around with Apocalypse bundled in one arm and his free hand waving over his shoulder. They both knew the exclamation of his name was answer enough.

As it is, Mastermind hardly gets much more of a say, only left with the choice to watch as Esper blinks out of sight with Apocalypse in tow, its synthetic meows the only thing left echoing in the spacious room of the now empty lab. It’s not as if he had plans to truly stop Esper, chaotic little thing that he is. Still, he sighs softly, though there isn’t a trace of annoyance to be found. 

Smiling to himself, he speaks to the long-gone Esper, “Though, perhaps I was the one that spoiled you rotten.”

[bitch-butter]

Fic Writer Ask: 3, 8, 18, 30 :) have a good day

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

i read a Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic when i was like 12 or 13 that permanently altered my brain chemistry, i started writing miniature fics because i was so inspired and truly never stopped. i still go back and read it sometimes, it holds up (to me) lol.

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like?

not often enough tbh just because it takes me so long to read things between work and relationship and writing my own shit, so that by the time i finish something i just move on and internalize it and forget that i actually should be like Externalizing the fact that i liked something. resolution for 2024 is to Do Better lol

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

i will Always finish something, it just might take me 20 years to do it lol

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

“It would make you feel bad to go down to my car with me,” Joe said, teasing out David’s intention skillfully, better than he had any right to.

“If I thought we’d just snort shit I would feel less bad,” David said, voice dipping down, the same way his eyes continued to dip down and check on the other man’s lips, pulled in by them the same way his mind was pulled in by the promise of trouble. “But I know that’s not all that would happen.” 

An indescribably pleased expression crossed the other man’s face, his smirk becoming a genuine, nonplussed smile. “You think you’re really hot shit,” he observed, sounding like the idea was both hilarious and - miracle of miracles - arousing. 

It made David feel strong, sure of his worth in the way male attention often made him, and he nodded back to the other man’s amusement. “I know that I am.” 

Joe was caught off guard by his brazenness, but the only tell he gave for certain was the way he turned his head just so, just slightly enough that the blade of his cheek was presented in place of his mouth. Refusing to balk, David tilted his face into the space between, eyes unwavering as they held the challenge in their depths, and Joe appeared caught, helplessly interested, gazing back at him with something dark, intriguing in the most ordinary of ways like a double-cherry.

If one of them made a wrong move, even just the barest shift of weight, their mouths would be on each other. 

[hellfireconfessions]

Don't have much dirt on anyone but Melodic and am well aware that our little argument was too short and brief for it to be considered as bad as any other post on them (and it was technically a misunderstanding). But oh well, might as well add more reasons for people to despise them. I was with a utah pack at Wash (hunting a fresh-adult sucho) when we lost a hunt (I was laggy so I avoided going in for bites, simply distracting the sucho every now and then). Most of my pack were bleeding and hiding in some bushes on the other side of the lake while I was hunting ai when it eventually turned night. Not long after turning night, a rex starts stomping over toward my pack, sat down, noticed them, then had the audacity to begin throwing a fit via 3 calls. I was one of the only ones not bleeding so I had the pleasure of running all the way to them to become a meat-shield as I started 3 calling back at the bitch, hoping to get my head chomped off so that the admins would have further incentive to slay their rex had it turned into a report. Melodic began yelling at us in gen-chat to get out of their personal space, acting as if my pack had snuck up behind them just to sit right beneath their ass. I then got super pissed and started telling them off (told them to look at the recording if they really believed an entire pack of utahs just decided to lie down behind a rex for no damn reason) 'cause my pack would bleed out the second they stood + we never got in their space, they got in ours. And holy shit did they shut tf up after that. 100% my best Hellfire memory. But still a vague one; don't trust everything you read on here 'cause although someone may believe they're speaking the truth, some details could've been misremembered. I'm not admitting to this whole story being made up or anything, just admitting that this was a year ago and my memory is definitely lacking since I don't even remember if we fought a sucho or an allo, and definitely don't remember exactly what I said during our short argument. And dealing with a certain utah pack (either Sustrai or some other pissy pack) was a shit experience as no matter how many reports we filed about their targeting our pack or eating all the bodies whenever we fought, the admins just couldn't stop picking favorites. All I know is Bunniache was in whatever pack it was. I only remember their name since they ran across the map to join a hunt that had been initiated about 5mins prior, and the report I filed against them was ignored for months before being dismissed lol I was generally nice to everyone I came across in Hellfire ('cause I'm shit at arguing so I tend to avoid it and I at least have the decency to respect those who haven't yet given me a reason not to) and I met many people who deserved much more than the actual mountain of bullshit that was Hellfire. Though I was forced into this server by my friends, I genuinely had fun during my stay simply because of the kind people I met along the way. But aside from that, fuck Hellfire and fuck its blatantly biased staff (minus minties, most of them didn't know what they had gotten themselves into). For the ones who were actually fun to play with, thank you for being the few who made Hellfire worth the wasted hours.

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[psychic-refugee]

This has some references to Ch. 10, so go read before you read this!

I have such a hatred for Kinbott. I really felt like she gave no consideration for her Outcast patient’s unique needs.

I especially did not like her seeing Xavier in the privacy of her own car. That is such an ethics issue! She has to be getting paid a premium to treat him in secret (this is all on top that there is doctor-patient confidentiality already), otherwise no real therapist would risk any hint of impropriety with a patient. AN UNDERAGE patient.

I really hope they expand more on Xavier’s attack because I do feel like it’s much worse than the show was able to cover.

Especially since Tyler can be quoted as saying “He could have made it more difficult for me…” that to me says that Xavier could have sued or arrested if he pressed charges. This wasn’t some school yard fight, it was a legit attack that could have had real consequences. Tyler also implies that he has court ordered sessions with Kinbott as well.

My headcanon/theory is there is a 3-prong gaslighting attack on Xavier. His dad doesn’t want to deal with the bad press/aftereffects on his son’s mental health, so he works with Weems and Kinbott to “manage” Xavier.

Weems doesn’t want to anger the Normies because two of the attackers are sons of powerful men in town, the Mayor and the Sheriff. Both could make Outcasts lives much harder if provoked. I think Galpin would take the first convenient excuse to go hard on Nevermore. We continually see how Weems bends over backwards to placate Normies and ignores when they harm her students. Part of me kind of understands if Outcasts have been historically oppressed. She knows just how dangerous having Normie enemies are, perhaps she thinks she has to sacrifice one or two students for the safety of the majority. I don’t like it, but I could understand it.

We also know she’s aware that the “bear” attacks are probably done by an Outcast, possibly one of her students. She goes out of her way to also gaslight Wednesday to cover up the murder. We don’t know what she’s doing to figure out what the monster is or how to stop it, but she does want to protect the school by fervently denying it could be an Outcast.

Weem’s motivation and priority has always been to protect the school.

I am also of the belief that most things boil down to money. I don’t really see another motivation, other than pure incompetence, for Kinbott to dismiss Wednesday’s testimony right off the bat. Like, Outcasts are known and open to the world as having powers.

Wednesday doesn’t have a history of attention seeking, only of trying to run away and some legit sociopathic tendencies.

Both of these together make me think it’s weird that Kinbott would just dismiss the idea of a monster and that Rowan was dead. A good therapist would not have just right off the bat called her a liar. If she really thought Wednesday was lying, I think she would have asked questions about the situation to point out holes in her story and then led her to admit on her own either her mind was playing tricks on her or to catch her in a lie.

The fact that Kinbott didn’t even entertain that Wednesday could be telling the truth, makes me question her motives.

This to me opens the possibility of a conspiracy between Weems and Kinbott to keep Outcasts under control, with Kinbott more or less grooming these kids to think that certain things are just in their head. Kinbott is used to calm and gaslight the “troubled” Outcasts in return for seeing them at a premium.

Another reason I think it’s a conspiracy is that they waste so much time sending Outcast kids to Kinbott, we’re talking wasting almost an hour round trip per session. This is on top of the hour long session for students. That’s a lot of time to dedicate to non-school related issues. I would have thought that the school would find it more cost and time effective to simply hire an in-house therapist or have Kinbott come to them and give her space to treat the students at Nevermore. It’d be much more efficient to schedule Kinbott at Nevermore on certain days and she sees the students throughout. Then does days in town for her Normie patients.

The maths ain’t mathing, as they say.

I used her “whimsy-dermy” hobby (the whimsical taxidermy dioramas she creates for Uriah’s Heap) as a front to launder money. I presume that she doesn’t want to leave a trail of her charging Outcasts more, or at all in some cases, so she has to explain where the money came from to the IRS if she wants to use it.

I think the whimsy-dermy was supposed to show that she was “weird and quirky” in her own way and not so different than Outcasts. But I like a tax fraud scheme better.

I think the OAA is rather ingenious from a legal standpoint. lol I think in a world that is aware of Outcasts, then there is legislation to protect and accommodate them, if they have any kind of equal standing in the States.

I also like showcasing the different revenge methods of the twins. Wednesday is very about physical pain. Sending mousetraps, releasing carnivorous fish. Freya is about sending you to paperwork and litigation hell. Kinbott could very easily see her next decade fighting in the legal system (including appeals), jail time, and six figures of attorney fees.

As someone who has dealt with attorney fees and how slow the government works, I’d rather try my luck with fighting piranhas. 

[loveofcharacters-a]

In the spirit of a new year. Here's a personal reflection.

Mutuals/Followers: I'd love your input from the last paragraph.

I had a bit of an anxiety attack last week regarding my habits and relationship with roleplaying and its community and I've been doing a lot of reflecting since.

When I left Tumblr 3 years ago, it became really clear just how much time I spent on Tumblr over the last decade. Every weeknight I would be online for hours, every weekend I would spend the entire day on this site. Most of the time, I was simply waiting for a reply because I thought that if I replied within a minute, I would be able get more play time in that ship. It was the Golf game of online platforms. Waiting and watching everyone write, then only having a minute's worth of play time when a reply eventually did come my way. (I won't lie. I love and am proud of this comparison.)

Stepping away from the platform entirely gave me a sense of clarity. There were moments I literally said to myself, "Wow, if this were last month, I would be missing this cause I'd be at home on Tumblr." There was something uplifting about all the time I had for myself, I felt lighter and happier being away from Tumblr despite missing the relationships and stories I had created. I noticed near the end of 2022 that I had started to slip back into that decade long unhealthy routine.

I was caring far too much about certain things and had expressed really strong opinions about certain things that I've honestly realized, I really don't care about anymore. I love writing and want to continue. I also want Tumblr to be my safe space. The place I can feel so excited to express my creativity. What I don't want, is to reflect a year from now and see that Tumblr accumulated 60% of my life.

In light of the new year, and eventual new blog. I'm setting goals. First and foremost, I utterly love the thought of just slowing down in general. Just a week ago, I was so against using the queue and so against the thought of someone asking me to slow my own reply speed. Uh HELLO. Lane? Remember that unhealthy obsession with Tumblr? Yeah... That's why you brussel sprout.

So, as I wait for Tumblr to give my new blog Java access, I'm exploring new ways I can make Tumblr FUN for not only me, but those I write with. I've decided to come up with a small intake form. This will have important information about me, and information I want to know about my roleplaying partners while giving my partners the opportunity to express boundaries/triggers I should know about . I feel really good about this plan and while I navigate my own questions for this intake form I want to know this: What question do you wish more people asked you before you started writing together?

[toboldlynerd]

helloooo ela 😊✨!! glad your week has settled down a bit, hopefully you have an enjoyable weekend ahead of you!

i loved reading about your spotify wrapped, i haven’t listened to most of those artists/songs, so i will have to give them a try! i just listened to runaway by AURORA and i loved the way the song kept building and building, it felt almost cinematic 🎥💫. do you have a fav song by AURORA that you’d recommend 👀?

ahhhhh, your tea box sounds so cool!! is it designed to keep the tea fresh/preserved while you’re traveling, or just as a means of storage?? i’m a coffee girl through and through 😌 (and hot chocolate too, aksjsjjj that’s how i survive the winter months, but it can be our secret 🫶)

the 9-1-1 gay firefighters are also my blorbos-in-law 😂, i have yet to succumb and watch it but sounds like it might be inevitable! it looks like there was just a new season? did you enjoy it??

i looked up the summary for graceling, it seems very compelling! i haven’t read any fantasy since i was much younger but i’ve had a few recommendations for it recently, and i remember absolutely loving getting lost in those worlds as a kid 🦄

also, btw, i adored the cute animal gifs 🥺🥰, sending love your way 💙❄️✨

Hi yes hello,

This brightened my day for sure, thank you 🧡

Oh, you've asked the million dollars question lmao AURORA was my favorite artist this year (unsurprisingly) and I do love all her work. So much. It's hard to recommend her songs so I will try my best with 3 good vibes songs, 3 heart-wrenching songs and 3 in between.

Positive

1) Queendom (the YouTube video is so good!?!)

2)

3) Exist For Love (because that music video came out way earlier than planned because “her fans needed something to be happy about” and it is just so damn beautiful)

In between

1)

2)

3)

Heart-wrenching, tears possible

Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) (yes, that specific live video for ultimate tear potential. Also tw murder as a significant plot point of the lyrics lol)

Through The Eyes Of A Child (yeah, that version is stripped back. Yeah I cried the first 3 times listening)

Boy In The Grass (it's live, I can't listen to it often cause the raw emotions rattle me every time because of the event the lyrics are based on tw gun violence and child death if you research)

Hehehhe you activated my trap card called “asking about something im passionate about”! This was so hard my dude, it took half an hour and I nearly made the list longer again.

It's just a habit I took over from my mum I guess? It's one normal teabox that gets the designated job of traveling tea box (a little bit like the jeans of teen girl book fame lmao) and then I've also bought some small one that I can use if I don't have much space to work with. It's a certain comfort to know you've got your favorite tea with you at all times...the bigger one is for loose tea leaves and the smaller one for tea bags btw hihi

Omg omgggg, friend, the gay firefighters have taken over my shipping juices since February and won't give them back for nothing 😅 Not gonna lie, a big part of my enjoyment comes from the way it's more of an ensemble show and how they incorporated canon gay and lesbian couples in the main cast (yes, you heard right! POC lesbian main character firefighter!!!!! I am still crushing on her and her wife omfg) and those two blorbos with the most excellent little boy (Chris 🧡) made me read the trope friends to husbands (as in “24hrs marriage speedrun” lets get married - why not right now - alright then) with glee and acceptance of in-character choices that got them there. They are so idiotic sometimes but also so so intelligent 😂✌️

Do you have a favorite artist? Favorite ice cream? (mine is ben and Jerry's cookie dough lol) is there a favorite holiday sweet you always Es eat this time of year?

All the best and warm greetings from a little blanket burrito called Ela ✨🧡