#im abt to be. So so niceys to these ppl

[elytrafemme]

i'm about to become best friends with my philosophy teacher <- delusional

[sluckythewizard]

Keep calm, and drink soda

[CW for blood and gore and vomit] takes place a day or two after emizel was sired. just two boys adjusting to a shift in their daily norms. would YOU drink your homies blood? still not used to writing fanfic so any and all advice IS appreciated. i hope u enjoy.

There were very few things that Soda enjoyed more than well, drinking soda. It was a hobby, an interest, a comfort. And by extension there were very few errands that Soda would look forward to more than the occasional soda run.

The gas station closest to the Demons hideout had stopped selling Faygo entirely about a month or two ago, and it was near impossible to find it anywhere else. The closest place was now this janky little Shell gas station, lovingly titled the Shady Shell, that thankfully sold more flavors than any of the other ones ever did.

It made the hour and a half walk here entirely worth it. Even if this side of town made his skin crawl. Normally he would ask someone to accompany him on this daring little quest, but everyone at the hide out tonight just seemed too tired, too preoccupied, too uninterested.

He knew not everyone really got the soda thing, but they were accepting of it for the most part. Soda is something that, clearly, Soda really loves, but he knew not everyone else was into it.

Which was fine, of course. They didn't need to get it. But, still, sometimes Soda found himself wondering how much of it was a bit, and how much was him.

Emizel gets it perfectly though. He would've been the first person Soda would ask to go on this soda run with him, but, well. He's been preoccupied too, with the whole vampire thing.

It's been a bit more than a day since Soda had last seen his close comrade. For a friend that he saw just about everyday, going without him this long left him feeling a little emptier.

That was fine, though. Emizel had shit he was working out, he had things he needed to do. It's not like he could go out in the day anymore, so of course Soda wouldn't be seeing him at all the usual times.

It was a lot of weird and heavy magical stuff, it made Soda think about those superhero shows. Where the hero needs to keep his identity hidden from everyone. Family especially. He knows how much of a piece of shit Emizels dad is, so he hoped that Emizels home life wasn't stirred up all stupid-like over this.

He hasn't told anyone else, about what happened that night. For the last 2 days, Soda would spend time with close friends and not let them know a thing about what happened to Emizel so, so recently. Why he's so suddenly absent, so distant, so.. off…

'Maybe his dad's just giving him a hard time', he would say, hoping to smother their questions. The less questions they ask, the better. At least until this vampire stuff gets figured out a bit more. Should Emizel wear a disguise when he goes out at night now? Just like a superhero? What kind of hero outfit would Emizel have anyways? Soda figured it would be something really cool.

If anyone could figure out a way to balance all this vampire stuff, and all the leaderly responsibilities that come with being the biggest dog in the Demons, it was Emizel for sure. That guy is so seriously cool.

He was sure this rough patch would even out, and they would weather the next rough patch together no problem. There was really nothing to worry about! All Soda has to do is stay positive, and well, drink soda.

As Soda walks quietly down the crumbling sidewalks of this dreary hive of strip malls and shops, he goes to pull his backpack around to his chest, fumbling with the zipper in the dark. Which was a little annoying, considering the tab of his zipper had fallen off forever ago. He really needed to get around to fixing this damn thing. Maybe another ziptie and a soda tab will do the trick.

Humid air hangs heavy in the night, the sidewalks still somewhat warm after a hotter day. The diesel-soaked air provided enough warmth on its own that Soda had considered taking his jacket off a few times, only for the occasional, annoyingly sharp and chilly breeze to brush by, reminding him to keep the thing on.

Tripping only once and only slightly on an uneven sidewalk, Soda manages to pull a bottle of Faygo from his backpack, a smile glowing on his face. Another short fight with the zipper seals up the bag, and he slings it over his shoulder again.

His flavor of choice tonight was actually the Red Pop, the tried and true, the absolute classic, one of the best Faygo flavors for sure.

But, this kind wasn't actually his favorite. Normally he would stock up on the cotton candy ones, but something about the last few days had him craving the red stuff.

Securing his backpack all the way, he goes to crack open the bottle. Just the clack and the hisssss of the fizzy drink were enough to lift his mood.

Not that his mood needed lifting or anything. Of course. Sure he missed his friend and sure he found himself wondering what he’s doing and where he is and if he's okay. Maybe sometimes he found himself wishing they talked about funeral plans more.

Emizel talked up all sorts of crazy funeral ideas for himself, usually involving the use of his dead body as an inconvenience for others. Outlandish and hilarious ideas, like filling it with explosives and tossing it into a busy road. But what would he want seriously? What would Soda ever do if he just stopped showing up one day?

He had to swallow down all these unnecessary anxieties, so he took a swig of his soda. Sweet, bubbly, comforting. He felt better already! Just stay positive, and drink soda..

It was a lovely night out, and he didn't come all this way planning on letting it go to waste. There was a place he was heading towards, a particular alleyway in this particular place that led off to a particularly tall concrete ledge.

 It was a run-down little space, littered with trash and shitty trees and those bushes with just too many goddamn ants in them. But the view was fairly nice, overlooking a massive deformed intersection. A particularly stupid one, at that; about 3 times a week you could witness a gnarly crash at this spot. Soda always heard people saying that LA folks can't drive, but he was just starting to figure that maybe no one can drive.

That was the place he really wanted to go to enjoy this soda, and he wasn't too far off from it. Just a few more blocks, and he would be there.

Oh wait, didn't he still have a bag of chips in this backpack somewhere? Hell yeah, he couldn't wait to sit down and relax with a good soda, a good snack, and a good view of the night.

Living as a Demon had its fair share of stresses. He felt lucky to have this life, but he knew well that it could be better. That not everyone has to worry about survival the way they do. That not everyone gets injured on the regular and not everyone has to worry about being sick and never getting better.

Living is hard. But it's finding the small moments of joy that make it all worth it. Dying would be scarier anyway. He didn't want to die, and he felt glad to feel so confident in that nowadays.

The sudden   THUNK  of something slamming into the ground just a block away from him, jolts him out of his thoughts, all his gears screeching to a halt as he freezes in place. What the fuck was that?

It looked like a person, laying flat on the ground with only their head and shoulders peeking out of the alleyway ahead. Fuck. He hated this side of town..

Anxiety churns in his stomach as he debates just turning around, but the way the victim reaches an arm out, attempting to crawl away; it made his heart ache aswell. he's no goddamn fighter, but he couldn't just leave someone like th-

The body is suddenly yanked back into the alley, snatched at a startling speed. It didn't feel exactly real, how could something vanish so fast? It reminded Soda of something from a horror movie, or whatever. What the fuck was that??

His foot takes a step forward, before the rest of his body notices its rebellion and locks down again. Was he seriously going to investigate that? He could just walk away and take another alley. But that was the one he was supposed to turn down! All the other alleys are either walled off or gated off and he wasn't about to go climbing over a damn wire gate. His soda would get too shaken up! Fuck!

Another foot goes in for another step forward. He's gotta get the fuck out of here. He could hear more commotion in the alleyway, a scuffle, a skirmish. He could hear someone cursing through a choked breath. A loud and nauseating crack echoes out from the alley, and yet, Soda takes another step forward.

This was stupid, he shouldn't be getting tangled up in someone else's business. What if something happened to all this soda?

Thankfully, it was that thought that actually got him to pause, and take in a deep breath. It wasn't worth it, maybe he should head straight home.

Atleast, that was the thought his heart and mind were about to agree on, until a particularly familiar grroowwwwlll bleeds out from the alley.

Emizel?

All reason immediately evaporates as Soda makes that connection in his head, stepping right up to the corner of the brick walls, and peering around to investigate.

There was a body on the floor, face down in a puddle of red, head split open in a way that reminded Soda of a smashed watermelon.

But standing over that body, was the familiar, blackened coat, and short blonde hair, of Sodas closest comrade, Emizel.

Despite the carnage on the floor, Soda couldn't help the smile that lights up his face. That was Emizel! That was his boy!

But before he could get over just how happy he felt to see his best friend, something else caught his eye. Movement, behind the dumpster closest to the vampire boy. A person, rising out from the shadows with a glinting baseball bat clutched fiercely in their hands.

"Oh fuck, look out!" Soda speaks up, and Emizels gaze immediately clicks over to him, silencing Soda with just that startlingly red stare.

He had forgotten just how uneasy those red eyes made him..

The attacker, silent and professional, rushes up behind Emizel and CRACKS the metal bat downwards onto his blonde head, the sound ringing out like a  gun shot  in that dark little alleyway.

Soda cringes from just the sound of the impact, but was amazed to find that the bat had warped under the force of it!

The attacker hardly had a chance to process his mangled weapon before Emizel whips around to retaliate.

It looked like he had just swung his hand at his opponent, so the way a shower of red spills outward from the slash, catches Soda completely off guard. The monster boy had cleaved an excruciatingly massive gash up from the attackers right hip, to his left shoulder, the slice spewing with scarlet.

 It wasn't until Emizel had pulled back his arm, that Soda could process the way it had darkened with more than just blood, distorted into an odd, spear-like shape.

The victim hardly had a chance to yelp before that blade swoops up into his chest at the speed of a snapping bear trap, plunging through meat and bone with disturbing ease, and forcing blood and viscera to erupt outwards. The red patters down onto the concrete behind, the sound similar to rain...

With another low, inhuman snarl, Emizel brings the twitching, dying body closer, until that signature squish of teeth sinking into fresh meat bleeds outward into the space.

What a disgusting sound, Sodas first instinct was to simply avert his eyes, but as the sound persists, he resolves that he has to do something.

He finally steps out into the alley, and speaks.

"Hey ma-"

He could hardly get two words out before Emizel suddenly rips its teeth away from its victims throat, tearing out a hefty chunk of jellied meat, and slamming the remaining fodder onto the concrete floor.

It immediately whips around to stare down Soda, red eyes glowing with reflected light, and with hardly a chance to process the moment-

-It's immediately right infront of Soda.

A gasp lurches from Soda's lungs as he almost stumbles back in shock. How was Emizel so fucking fast?

Other than that single step back, Soda was frozen in shock, his tongue buzzing with the physical pain of such a startling jolt. 'White boy jumpscare' is something that came to mind, but while usually such a thought would evoke some sort of laugh from Soda, this time it offered no such comfort. Okay maybe it did a little.

Emizels snarling face was only inches away from Sodas. Its eyes were wild and unnatural, teeth menacingly sharp and reddened with so much fucking blood. It was everywhere, coating most of his face, smothering his shirt and his coat, and absolutely choking the air with its thick, metallic stench.

Soda would gag if he felt he was safe to even move. He felt like he was locking eyes with that of a creature, something he would only ever see in his nightmares or in scary movies. But it was real. Those monsters are real. And his best friend is one of those monsters. His bestest friend in the world...

His mind was skewered on that unnatural glare, completely frozen with anxiety. Stalling too hard to come to a proper conclusion, Soda instead falls back onto what Soda does best.

"H-hey man... You want some soda?"

He very gently presses the opened bottle of Faygo into Emizels chest.

The two boys stand there for a moment, locked in a tense, silent pause, before the monster boy finally peels its gaze down to the bottle.

It's quiet, for a few seconds, the gears turning in its head. Until the monster blinks, and its eyes clear, and Emizel processes the sight of the bottle.

"Oh, fuck yeah dude, is that the Candy Apple Faygo? Man, that stuffs my favorite!" Emizel smiles as he goes to accept the bottle, and immediately takes a massive swig.

Soda tries to disregard the way his hands were still shaking. "Uh, n-nah man, its just Red Po-"

The words are bit off as Emizel suddenly retches, a heavy flood of red blood and red Faygo spewing out onto Soda, as the vampire boys body entirely rejects the fizzy drink.

The shock of getting fucking projectile vomited on had snapped Soda out of whatever daze he was just in, and it seemed to snap Emizel out of it too. Soda backs up with a groan, looking down at all the blood and bile and pop on his shirt and coat.

"Ohhh fuck dude, what the hell??" He cringes, not even wanting to try smearing any of it off with his hand.

Emizel was coughing, still holding out the Faygo bottle, but hunched over as his body dared to convulse again.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, ohhooohhh fuuuuucckkk" he grumbles towards the floor "Fuuuck I’m sorry dude, I don't know what fuckin- oohhhgg shit,” He coughs and groans,  offering the bottle back to Soda.

Soda was still staring at his messied coat with a displeased grimace, but looking up to meet Emizels eyes...

There was a guilt on Emizels face that Soda didn't see too often, and it helped wash away that irritation he felt. This sucked, but Emizel was probably going through a lot more. 

“It’s, uhm.. don't, don't worry about it, man..” Soda decides to reassure him, offering a sympathetic smile, and a hand on Emizels shoulder, as his comrade spits out the remaining blood and bile.

"Fuckin hell… I’m uh, I'm sorry about your shirt, man."

"What? Nahh it's okay man, don’t worry about it." Soda shrugs, taking the Faygo bottle back. "I mean, are you okay man? That uh.. looked like a pretty crazy fight."

Emizel was rubbing his eyes, smearing more blood across his face as he seems to be collecting himself. he spares a glance back at the carnage behind him.  

"Ah.. yeah.. I thought I uh.. I thought I saw that one fucker from uh. That one night. Yknow, the one that uh.." He snaps his fingers, as if trying to summon back the memory. "Vampire bitch... Anyway after that I just kind of, uh.."

He seems to space out again as he looks around. It was as if he was just woken up from a deep sleep, like he was certain he had just known what he was doing, but found the dream escaping him. "I guess I just.. went crazy on these guys. I dunno, they're Fangs anyways." he finally shrugs it all off, but Soda still felt unsatisfied by the answer.

"Oh.. huh…” is the only response he manages to scrounge together. Sure they were Fangs, but did they really deserve.. all that? It just seemed a bit brutal, even by Emizels standards.

He found his eyes wandering over to the split-open head. It was mostly red and bloody, but even in the dark, he could still make out some of the finer details of the gray jelly seeping from the gash. A human brain. He wondered if his own brain looked the same on the inside..

“So what are you doing out here, man?” Emizels question helps Soda pull his eyes away from the gore, instead looking over to his bloodied comrade.

Emizel looked messy and even exhausted, but his drowsy gaze was focused on Soda with a worried expression. 

“Oh, uh, yknow, just a soda run. Decided I would stock up on some Faygo from the Shady Shell.” Soda shrugs, his eyes flickering down to the opened Faygo in his hand. The top was covered in regurgitated blood. unnaturally blackened blood…

“Are you.. okay, by the way? Other than the whole..” Soda gestures vaguely at the gruesome crime scene. “Are you hurt?”

The question has Emizel pausing to consider. He straightens his back and stretches his arms, as if trying to detect any pain from any possible injury. Nothing seemed to be bothering him though, and after a second, he decides to shrug.

“Nah, I'm all good.”

“Oh.. That's good, I uh…” Soda found himself looking over Emizel aswell, searching for any wounds the monster boy might be simply disregarding, as he often does.

There was a fairly gnarly gash on his shin..

“Hey uh, I was actually gonna go hang out by the ledge down that way. Yknow, the one with the funny intersection.” Soda says, gesturing off towards where he intended to go. “Wanna come with?”

Emizel looks back that way, before turning back to Soda with a big smile on his face. 

“Oh hell yeah I do! I love the funny intersection!” he starts to walk down the alley, about to step over the body of the broken skull, when Soda speaks up.

“Uh, hey, shouldn't we uh.. Do something about the.. uh..” He waves a hand over towards the bodies, trying not to look directly at them. 

Emizel spares the corpses an inconvenienced glance, and a sigh, but ultimately shrugs them off. “Ehhh I'll just dump 'em in a dumpster again.. That's what I've been doing anyway.”

“And you're not worried about, like, anyone finding them?”

Soda anxiously watches on as Emizel paces around the body with the torn-out throat, licking the blood from his own mouth. Was his tongue always that long and pointed? That's neat, and normally Soda would point it out, but he was a bit.. preoccupied right now 

“Nahh not really. I haven't had anyone bother me at least.. Anyone been bothering you?” Emizels eyes finally flick back over to Soda. 

“Nah, I'd say things are actually more lax than usual. Anything that would end up being trouble’s been pretty much crushe- er, killed- destr- stamped out, by uh, by you.” Sods was cringing with every attempt to find a word that didn’t make his stomach turn, but Emizel didn’t seem to notice or mind.

Emizels eyes were currently a bit more focused on the body laying before him. He had that weird look on his face again… 

“Uhh, yeah, yeah that's good that uh, no troubles coming back to you guys…”

There’s a moment of quiet between the two as Emizel stares at this corpse, and Soda was about to open his mouth to fill the silence, but Emizel speaks up instead.

“Hey uh, why don’t you go ahead of me? I’ll uh, I'll meet you at the place.” He suggests, pointing vaguely off down the alley, but not removing his eyes from the kill. 

Soda certainly hesitates, his eyes narrowing before he even forms a thought. He opens his mouth to object, but then his eyes flicker back towards the body.

“Are you gonna eat this one too?”

The question leaves Sodas mouth as soon as it comes to mind.

Emizel pauses, and considers, before giving a shrug. “I don't see why not. Perfectly good blood.” He reaches down to grab his kill by the shirt, the one with the split open head. As the corpse rises from the concrete, gray matter drips and sloughs from the crack in its skull. Once again, Soda felt the need to look away, and yet his stupid eyes remained fixated on the horrendous sight. Emizel looks over the spilling brain of his meal, licking his lips curiously. “Dude, what do you think would happen if I ate his brain?” Emizel asks, looking back over to Soda with a wild, bloodied smile. Something about that look made Soda shiver, but.. Not really in a bad way… “Uh, I.. Dunno…. Eating a persons brain is how you get like, mad cow disease right? But you might also be immune to disease.. Are you immune to disease?” “Uhhh, I don't know yet actually. I'm still figuring out how much of this is like video games,” Emizel says, rubbing the back of his head as he idly sways the body of his kill around, watching the blood and gore drip and drop from its broken head. “Eh, I'll chance it later.” Without another word or thought, Emizel goes to sink his teeth into the shoulder of his kill, a pleased growl radiating from him as the blood gushes around the bite. More fresh blood upon less fresh blood upon old blood upon older blood. Just so much fucking blood. Soda thought he was used to seeing blood, but this… this was just egregious. Was he really starting to get used to this? It’s just blood after all, and it’s not from his comrades, so it's… fine… He finally manages to pull his eyes away from the gruesome sight of Emizel feeding, but his eyes instead wander down to the blood on his own shirt. Emizels blood was strange, darker than usual, and carrying a different scent. Something about the smell of his blood was more savory, more appealing than the standard metallic miasm. His shirt was smothered in it, his jacket was coated in it, and his opened bottle of Faygo was also splattered with the deep red ichor. Ink swirls within the bottle of red fizzy, spreading out into all sorts of odd patterns. It was a lot of blood. He was certain a lot of it came from however many people Emizels been feeding on. With how much hes been terrorizing the Fangs in just the last few days, and with how nonchalantly he feasts on his kills, who knows how much blood hes actually ingested… Soda swirls the bottle, watching the blood inside thin out into strands, dancing within the bubbly soda as they gradually dissipate, fully assimilating into the drink. A bad idea chews at the back of his head… The sound of ripping flesh once again knocks at Sodas head. He doesn’t look up this time, but he knew Emizel was just playing with his food again..  Did blood taste good to a vampire? Did some blood taste better than others? What did Sodas blood taste like? What did Emizels blood taste like? There's a visceral snap of something among the chewing and ripping, very clearly a bone or a joint snapping out of place. It made Soda shiver a little. When did his heart start pounding? There's an animal standing only 8 feet away from him, feeding on its kill. That animal is a person, and so is its kill. He wanted to know what vampire blood tasted like, but he already knew what human blood tasted like. It hung so densely in the air, he could feel it forming a vile film over his tongue. The blood of a person just like him. Eaten by an animal that eats people.  All this stress was no good. This bile rising to his throat was no good. This creeping anxiety was no good. He's friends with an animal that eats people. Would it eat him? This weird feeling was no good. Maybe it will never eat him. But it needs to eat people. This worry was no good. He needed to wash this awful taste from his mouth, replace it with something sweeter. He needed to keep his head clear enough to be there for Emizel when he needed to be. He needed to hold a light to these shadows. And he needed to stay positive, and drink soda. He takes a swig of the open Faygo bottle.

[kuromi-hoemie]

thinking about older women

[frostbite-the-bat]

talked w/ a friend about this and wanted to post something similar yesterday after a convo i saw also

about people criticizing ttcc / ttcc fans for just... being cog fans? being cog centric? usually coming from people who only like the toons.

and everyone likes what they like! it's okay! but saying that people who like the cogs are horrible and support the bad things they do, is just blatantly wrong. i thought we knew that enjoying villainous and morally Bad / grey characters is... okay? it doesn't mean you support what they do. it's interesting to explore these topics.

i've seen many people just... paint anyone who likes the cogs as horrible because they're "apologists of x and y" and... i dunno. rubs me the wrong way! you do have a point and recognize the cogs do bad things, but liking them as characters means nothing about who you are as a person.

and this is not to say that people who are in toontown for the toons are bad. hell! they are right this IS toontown. i may be on the cog liker side but i like the toons! maybe ocs more than the npcs - mostly because i like my friends and the sheer creativity the toons can bring out!!

SO what i wanna say... i dunno. let's not point fingers...? let's have fun in a goofy cartoon game together??? also complaining about people liking VILLAIN ROBOTS on TUMBLR is kind of funny to me. do you realize where you are. but then again a lot of this i see on discord and in-game as well since i avoid things on tumblr... i am a sensitive little fella i avoid misty fight bc of One Really mean "Critic" guy i saw there and i have been shivering in my bootsies since. so you get me

but like yes ttcc is more cog centric but... that's okay? things could be written better and i still wanna speak on it, and i do thing the toons deserve attention and better writing... but the fact it focuses on the cogs isn't... bad? if you don't like how con centric it is you can go play ttr...? god forbid people have fun and explore the villain's side of things...? i'm not saying either toontown server is better or worse than the other... and everyone can like their own things!!

but like... people will just like the cogs and that's okay and it doesn't make you bad. let's all be friends okay? both sides may be going at each other's necks in-game and the cogs in fact do horrible things - but it's what makes them fun, and it gives the toons things to do in the game!! but we don't gotta !!!!!!!! i may be really sarcastic and sometimes mean in private but like that's me just privately sassing, deep down i think people should just... y'know..? enjoy things.

so yea that's the guzma / cathal thought of today. toon people cog people both people are all awesome as fuck and you keep doing what you're doing i love you toontown isn't toontown without you

[pawbeanies]

What's your type?

ummmm i actually dont know i dont think my doctors have ever told me ... i think a?? but i dont know if its positive or negative

[nightlight-rising]

i never thought id be saying something like this but maybe we could take a breather and wait more than 0.2 seconds before we all share our Hot Takes on the new breed. maybe like give the dragons a chance to exist for more than a day b4 giving them your hard opinion and scrutiny on the internet idk..

[rowannkhanna]

nahhh im so tired of ppl

[skwitty]

i literally need to get better about this but everytime it happens i feel like the world is ending like im going to die

tht poll post abt second hand embarrassment from scenes in movies brother i get second hand embarrassment from people who are annoying and don't realize it

[sywveon]

new blog need agere muts!!

hi eveyone!!tryna use good words rn so ppl understand me but ive been slowly coming back to agere comm after being gone so long........so hi!!im amy!!i use they/them prns and i regress to 6 maybe lower and im petre bunny!!if u are uncomfy with bio adult pls note my big age is 19!!

i been agere since middleschool and have some friends who are agere but too shy to tell some that dont already know.........if think u know me and i havent told u yet pls either leave the topic alone or be very. Very nicey abt it pls.and i talk small a lot bc just easier for brain pls ask if u cant understand me<3

id rlly rlly like more agere friends especially if play games like roblox or vrchat so we can play in like daycare games and stuff!!i also wanna post like stim stuff n other my own stuff so if interested i appreciate a follow and rb!!i follow from blog that start with y end with f!!thankyuuuuuu byebyes!!!

[irlcats-bracket]

Bracket 6 Round 1 Poll 15

Tama (and Nitama and Sun-tama-tama and Yontama) vs Nebberz vs Nala

image for nala is from getdrawing i failed to draw with the left hand and im still trying not to use my injured one so yeah

check their descriptions and catpaganda for the station cats under the cut

TAMA AND NITAMA AND SUN-TAMA-TAMA AND YONTAMA TOO

pictured: tama, the one who started it all

Tama was a station master (promoted to honorary president of the rail line) at Kishi station. She was so good at her job the passengers increased 17% just the month after she was hired!! Tama is a prime example of nekonomics which basically means that you will increase in profit if you have a cat mascot. Unfortunately i only found some news articles in english but apparently professor Katsuhiro Miyamoto of Kansai university talks abt nekonomics. i could not find his words exactly (only in those news articles) but i also just don't know japanese

There is even a train with small tamas drawn on it

at the age of 16 tama died of heart failure and was enshrined as Tama Daimyōjin

She had an apprentice and eventual successor Nitama. You can easily recognize her as she has longer fur than Tama or Yontama.

Sun-tama-tama was another potential successor to Tama however she went training to okayama and ppl straight up refused to give her back. so yeah she works there now

Yontama is Nitama's apprentice!!

you can also learn more about them from this post

NEBBERZ

also known as nebchamp or paul

Little ginger baby who's so sweetness and niceys. His tail gets all puffy when he's happy and submitter calls it his poog poof. And he'll hurt you for no reason and run everywhere.

NALA

A 7 week old siamese kitten with black ears, black paws, and a black tail. She's the size of a russet potato.

CATPAGANDA

THE TAMAS

tama with nitama

yontama

nitama

[sifloopboning]

ok anon again because I've ended up with brain worms to an insane degree about the concepts we've been discussing but im also shy and don't wanna create a hornyposting acct to cope with it so you get to be the recipient of my gorgeously unhinged rambles now. enjoy

so you talked abt king potentially getting sif to the point where he could hurt them and have them thank them for it. & ive been thinking kinda about how that might happen in particular rather than just "okay king puts sif through the psychological torment nexus slowly and carefully until he's 100% dependent." that's cool and all but we need specifics. we need freakmatchinggggg

and like. okay. sit down w me and hold my hand. i talked before about how getting siffrin into this dependent mindset is easymode because about 90% of the work has already been done due to siffrin psychological issues. i think the same goes for this actually.

bc regardless of how much siffrin has to work to reshape his entire personality around this dude (and he does and will work for it!) the concept of having king want him on this somewhat unconditional level despite all of siffrins perceived flaws... he'd have trouble with that. it would cause cognitive dissonance. it would make him feel secure in some ways, too, but he's already got so many issues even dealing with the concept of "earned" love that having this bottomless pit of absolute wanting just suddenly thrust upon him without warning would fuck with his head. even all the work he does to be exactly what the king wants would not ever make him feel like he's done enough to earn that kind of desire.

and they're already prone to self punishing behaviors even before all That Timeloop Shit happens (i think a Lot abt how in act 2?!!! siffrin fucks up a lil in front of their friends and goes "i gotta loop back" AKA KILL THEMELF????? fella you're not even IN the torture cube yet how are you already like this) and just general feeling like they've gotta Earn It if ppl like them

so even barring my take that sif has a bighugemassive masochist streak for sex stuff it might come as an incredible relief to him if king started hurting him in response to his perceived fuckups. in his mind he's finally getting what he deserves. there's someone who cares enough to notice those flaws and deliver him the pain he deserves. and for a while afterwards, he can deal with being treated affectionately with zero cognitive dissonance, because he feels like he's earned it. he'll start spiraling again fast if he continues to be treated niceys without any intermittent cruelty but as long as there's consistent rules to follow - a consistent script he's been given, lol - he'll be able to cope with the scary scary scary concept that someone has this unconditional possessive attachment for him.

typing this all out... I've already said multiple times that this is so easymode for king but it just IS!!! ITS CRAZY!! HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO EVEN LIFT A FINGER! JUST CONTINUAL APPLICATION OF BARE MINIMUM ASS ATTENTION AND AFFECTION WHILE OCCASIONALLY IMPLYING THAT HE WANTS SIFFRIN TO DO CERTAIN THINGS WOULD BE ENOUGH!!! SIFFRIN WILL DO LITERALLY ALL THE LEGWORK HERE! HE CAN JUST SIT BACK ON HIS LITTLE SADIST THRONE AND WATCH THEM PSYCHOLOGICALLY TORTURE THEMSELF! ANYTHING ELSE HE DID WOULD JUST BE A BONUS! they're such a fucking nightmare of a pairing I'm truly obsessed. lets fuck up this rogue in ways never invented before on this earth

can we get married platonically

fr tho this is perfect no notes. i agree 100% with everything u said this is very much a match made in the depths of hell. its like combining ammonia and bleach in a poorly ventilated basement room and brother? im huffing those fumes out of a paper bag. the only thing that would improve this kingedfrin imo would be to find a way for sif to make king even worse. most likely not on purpose but itd be interesting and just as importantly funny if it was.

i want them to evolve from weird codependent couple in their honeymoon phase to the most toxic couple on earth to the physical manifestation of the mountain goats no children song. the party arrives to defeat the king but they witness him and siffrin interacting for less than 3 minutes and they're like. hey besties um can we interest you in a divorce. please. we can fight to the death after. its just that we as a party really feel like a divorce would be beneficial to all parties here. the PRETEEN can tell you guys need a divorce and they still think actors in plays have paper between them when they kiss. please

[dykevanny]

TRANS GREG AND NESSA IM GONNA CRY OVER THEM. xe has totally bought every article physically possible in the mens section. AUGH.

and greg in skirts is everything…. ik it can be a lot harder to like. experiment (safely, at least) w ur gender presentation if everyone thinks ur a guy n u were raised a guy. cause ppl are still weird about guys in skirts! but ness wouldnt be weird abt it and xe knows that Look and even tho greg thinks shes being discreet (‘oh yeah i just want to grow my hair out cause i havent been able to before’ ‘oh no cassie just wanted to paint my nails, cant say no to her or else shell pull out her puppy eyes’ ‘cassie wanted to practice applying makeup to other ppl and i was her training dummy cause i didnt care’) ness knows. dudes like ive been there. but also she has no idea how to tell the twelve year old sib she adopted that its okay without freaking gregory out.

IM JUST THINKING OUT LOUD. i love them both sososo much.

I WAS ABOUT TO SEND THIS ASK BUT THEN I HAD A THOUGHT. DOES CASSIE KNOW,,,,,, shed totally let gregory borrow her skirts and accessories and shed do their makeup and nails for them and give all the tips and tricks for stuff they might not have been taught AND SHED BE SUCH A GOOD SUPPORTIVE FRIEND

(also no worries abt taking a while to respond! /gen)

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. UESSSSS YOU GET IT YESSSS YESSSSS…..it takes greg a while to. Open up abt it but ness being there as a positive role model openly genderfucked def helped him out so very much.. also freddy’s support.<3 he may not be trans but he’s also openly queer and does his best to make sure greg feels like he can be open about everything with him. The Father okay,,

and YES CASSIE KNOWS<3 in theoretical everything okay everything niceys au where cass and rox get out and find 3stars cassie (openly nonbinary for all the time they’ve been friends) is the first one greg asks about things. She is ofc so so supportive. Plus she has a new victim for playing dressup with<33 they are having a sleepover and roxy is there (even though she holds a grudge she’s never gonna pass up dressup.plus cassie said to be nice.plus she’s also trans cause i say so(which is why the foxy mysteriously disappeared ha ha….)) and i think cassie would def show greg how to dress fashionably. They would probably still dress like a bit of a loser though<3 i care them so much did you knowww

And YES🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥GREG SKIRT IS REAL.

[timothylawrence]

im so thankful when ppl are niceys abt my ocs. i know its like. bare minimum but this is the first time i've ever like. openly talked abt my ocs to this degree + made them obviously arab... like it means a lot.

[limpfisted]

there are honestly no downsides to being a vampire

u NEVER have to go to the bathroom. ever again. that alone is worth it.

“cant go outside when the sun is out” just go outside at night. the sun is not that great. google the sun. u can do that literally whenever. same effect

“cant go inside peoples houses without an invitation” tbh? nobody should go into other peoples houses without an invitation. im a vampire not a creep

u dont EVER have to buy food again. think abt how much money ull save. inflation? i dont know her.

i cant look in mirrors? i have dysphoria, way ahead of you, this is actually good for me

you can fly so u dont need a car #environmentally friendly #being a vampire is less scary than driving a car

you dont have a heartbeat and ur already dead so u never have to google am i having a heart attack again

in conclusion, no downsides, ppl will literally probably just let u drink their blood if u ask real niceys

[the-implications]

tradrmark is your really niceys to me..... and also paul matthews you r not nomral.abt normal paul

definigtley true abt paul......... am i rly nice????? if so that is kinda cool people (my parents) always say that im rude to ppl irl.... i dont think i am im just a bit awkward LOL

[draculovemp3]

dude tell me abt ur dnd chara!!! im abt to start a campaign rn with a few friends + im super psyched. also dnd related but check out this rad dice bowl i got 👀

SO AWESOME. it looks like the word grime in the coolest way. Hope ur campaign is soo funsies!! Anyway here goes this my baby my heart Noctis ⬇️

He’s a drow bard born & raised in the underdark babey. I’m not an expert on alignments but I’ve pegged(🫣) her at chaotic neutral bc she’s niceys if ppl are niceys to them but if someone is mildly annoying or rude or looks rich they dgaf about whatever crimes they’re asked of to do to them. Or just do em for fun. (Ie saved the tieflings happily in bg3 act 1 but at any chance he got to ask for money/sumn in return he always takes it) as with any bard tho he gets what he wants mainly thru verbal charismatic means. As hot as blood is it’s very staining to clothes and instruments!! <-noctis’ words not mine. very opportunistic in general lol. Started learning instruments and ~bard life~ for a similar fashion as that/busking but oops! New passion! Now he gets so funky all over the realms. And if he extorts ppl on the way welll oh well. Lolth-sworn bc i lovee deranged deities and misandry. 2nd half of that sentence legally a joke. Will def draw him out w an actual main outfit 1 of these days..