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INTRO POST
hello, i'm arthur's tail bone/coccyx!
my pronouns are it/its (ooc I go by he/it)
i like my fellow bones, soft pillows or chairs and not falling over (the last one is a bit of a problem, considering how much arthur falls over)
(ooc: this is a sideblog, my main is @watchful-crown)
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tagging system:
general: #limb posting, #limb (and others) posting, #arthur lesters body parts
reposting: #retail bone
rambles/interacting with posts: #tail bone tales
shitposts: #how many tails could a tail bone bone if a tail bone could bone tails
bone posting/bone interactions: #arthurs bone gang
out of character moments: #c-ooc-ccyx
nsft tag: #cock-cyx
cheat your own adventure campaign posts: #the limbs play cyoa
malevolent tags:
#malevolent, #malevolent fanart, #malevolent memes
I'll update the tagging system if more things come up :]
#intro post#pinned intro#arthur lesters body parts#limb posting#limb (and others) posting#retail bone#tail bone tales#how many tails could a tail bone bone if a tail bone could bone tails#arthurs bone gang#c-ooc-cyx#the limbs play cyoa#malevolent fanart#malevolent#malevolent memes
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John, this episode was written and performed by Jonathan Sims and, uh, directed by Alexander J. Newall, I believe...? Of course we're fucked...
Jesus fucking Christ , Oarthur... we're- we're distributed by Rusty Quill and licensed under a Creative Commons attribution noncommercial sharealike 4.0 international licence... God Oarthur we are so fucked
#tma#the magnus archives#malevolent#malevolent memes#retail bone#tail bone tales#how many tails could a tail bone bone if a tail bone could bone tails
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Thinking about my Coffee Shop AU.
#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid fanart#monkie kid#monkie kid fanart#lmk#lmk fanart#lmk mayor#monkie kid mayor#lmk macaque#monkie kid macaque#lmk lady bone demon#monkie kid lady bone demon#Shadowpuppet#lmk shadowpuppet#I feel like Mayor is the type of retail worker who makes you immediately regret coming outside in the first place#and Macaque is just someone who doesn't want to be outside at all#LBD is CARRYING THE CAFE WITH HER STRESS#this poor woman works at the speed of light and still has a million things to think about
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A piece of the action.
#star trek#star trek tos#jim kirk#spock#leonard mccoy#mcspirk#cw innuendo#cw sex mention#i feel like i should start a trek-tracks after dark blog#but to be honest if a retail corporation is okay emailing this to me#how bad can it be#apiece of the action#bones mccoy#captain kirk#i told myself i wouldn't post this#and yet here i am
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Just got done with my first shift at my new job and I am 100% out of spoons 🥄🚫🫠🫥
#my bones are vibrating#no spoons#spoonie#0 spoons left#🥄#seizures#seizure disorder#non epileptic seizures#epileptic seizures#epileptic#non epileptic#disabled#invisible disability#work#retail
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well in any event today is the day i gotta go clothes shopping for my Professional Internship Outfits™ and as much as i want to remain optimistic i also foresee the fact that i might die
#(folds hands in prayer) please let me find shirts that fit me without being weird lengths or bad material#please let me find pants that fit me that aren't specifically designed to cling-wrap to my skin#please let me find a nice tie or a cool necklace or other gender neutral gear that won't make me feel like peeling my flesh from my bones#the agonies of needing to be professional#while not being perceived as feminine#but also kind of hating how default masculine things look on you#but Also being a plus size individual#meaning that as far as clothing retailers are concerned#i either want to look like a floral print aunt#or wear paper thin barely sleeved tees that say like. 'wine zodiac <3333' on them sdkjhfgj#killing and biting how hard it is to give me a thick quality collared shirt and a fun patterned airline scarf#here's hoping at least skdjfhgkj
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Hi happy tdov n whatnot
#trans#selfie#trans woman#trans girl#transgender#tdov#tdov 2023#trans day of visibility#i dunno tdov feels weird this year especially cause i work retail and am hyper visible but hey im not everyone#guess im missing the spirit#bones rattle#my skull
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Upper management telling us not to tell costumers how we really feel. Gifs by @ladylrbloom
Us five minutes before 5pm\
#netflix shadow and bone#jessie mei li#the darkling#alina starkov#ben barnes#aleksander morovoza#my gifs#gifs#darklina#retail#customer service
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yorick that is tragic
fun fact
did you know that Pluto did not make a full revolution of the sun between its discovery and its demotion.
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This job has me THIS close 👌🏽 to snapping and either breaking down or straight up attacking someone
#how are people so??????? stupid??????? and rude??????#and ENTITLED#im gonna bite someone#im gonna bite someone and im not letting go until ive gnawed to their bone#AHHHHHHHHHHHH#im not even sensitive about i just wanna cry because i cant do anything about how angry and frustrated i am#i have to smile and say have a good day like im not diggi g my nails into my palm biting my tongue until it bleeds#fucking smfmrkkckd#i hate retail#i hate this store and i hate these people and i#im exhausted#phoenix rants#personal#im so mad im dizzy what the shit
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Super lucky find at the antique store. Carved bone inro with a cat motif and a carved horn fish netsuke
#smokey talks#inro#japan#antiques#ive never seen this particular one online but generally speaking finding a bone inro costs like $200 minimum for modern reproductions#antique ones depending on the time period can fetch enough to buy a house#this one is almost definitely modern but it appears to be handmade to my untrained eye anyway#if anyone can find info on this inro pls lemme know!#i found similar ones at online antique retailers claiming to be 19th century and those dont include netsuke or a cord#but the cord on mine is definitely a modern nylon of some kind so it mustve been added by its last owner if the antique sites r correct#regardless im ecstatic to have this!#the website i found the others on are charging €200 i got this for $40 USD
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nothing makes me feel more like I'm living in a horrible dystopia than when I heard from one of my coworkers that our work devices listen to everything we say and THAT'S why I keep getting messages on my phone begging me to sign up for the outsourced fucking useless therapy service that my work offers (AT DISCOUNT, NOT EVEN INCLUDED). I can't even suicidally ideate in fucking peace just let me mutter to myself about how id rather be dead than be here for another minute and leave me the fuck ALONE
#now i wonder what else they have me on recording saying#do they listen for keywords or do they literally have a raw recording of everything ive said#bc thats fucking terrifying#i can't think about it for too long or it will make me sick to my stomach#i know its not good to be a doomer#but how is this fucking legal#maybe it isnt#maybe its in the handbook i didnt read#ill be honest im too exhausted to care#which is exactly what they want#they work us to the bone and pay us the lint out of their jackets so that we dont have enough energy left at the end of the day to complain#and you know what#it worked on me#personal#anti capitalism#late stage capitalism#living in america#retail#depression#tw suicide#tw sui ideation#tw sui vent#tw suicidal ideation#suicidal ideation#is that enough censor tags#do people even do that on this site#whatever
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Update: Arthur's coccyx is shouting at me in German. I'm scared
Whomst?
#what the actual fuck#arthurs coccyx u make me giggle#malevolent#limb posting#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#srb#arthur lesters coccyx#retail bone#is that your fucking tag??
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god is punishing me for my hubris (i don't know what i did) with his wrath (chronic pain flare up)
#my bones :(((#i actually do not know what happened here#the weather is normal! help#6 hour retail shift i will simply have 2 ibuprofen and prevail
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Good Dog | Bailey Donovan
Mason hated the city. He avoided when and where possible, but there were certain times things had to be solved outside of his small cabin. The fluorescent lighting spilling out onto the darkening streets was harsh on his eyes. It buzzed with artificiality that was mostly foreign to his senses.
“Hi, my name is Amber, what can I help you find today?” A cheery cashier behind the register chimed along with the automatic bell on the door.
Mason towered over her, his very presence not belonging to the world around him. He couldn’t not stand in a threatening manner, one which made the young woman ready to call her manager to the front should there be an escalation.
“Collar.” He grumbled, giving a cough to clear his dried-out throat. “A trainin’ collar.”
There was a beat, the woman sliding slowly out from behind the counter. “Oh, yeah totally, what kind of training collar are you looking for? Did you need just like, a martingale or a slip lead, or?” She began walking towards the aisle closest to her safe haven of a cluttered counter, behind the computer and next to the call manager button.
Mason followed slowly. He of all people knew best when an animal was frightened.
“The sharp one.” He clarified, though it didn’t seem to clarify much for the retail employee.
After another beat, more gears turning in her head, then her face lightened. “Oh, gotcha!” She turned and motioned with her hand to the store’s selection of pronged training collars. “Yeah, we have our prong collars right here. How big is your dog? Do you know how long around the neck is?”
Mason looked at the sizes hanging on their pegs. He had sized up his dog’s neck before coming, though he had no tape measure to do it with. He held his calloused, worked hands up in a ring shape, displaying to the woman the length of the neck. She simply nodded turned around, and took a collar down off the wall.
“Sure, yeah. This one should be about the right size for you then. If it’s a little too big you can take one or two of the prongs out just by squeezing and pulling down on them.”
“Perfect.” Mason replied, taking the collar from the girl to inspect it closer.
“You having troubles with your dog pulling?” Amber asked, staring up at Mason as his fingers traced over the smooth, cold metal.
He grunted and nodded his head. “Too rowdy.”
“Okay, sure. Did you then also need a leash today too? Typically with dogs who are really heavy pullers a chain lead like this can help both keep control of them when walking and also make sure your dog can’t break the leash by pulling too hard.
Mason looked up briefly to see the next product he was being offered. “Sounds good.”
The girl continuously nodded her head as she watched and listened to the beast of a man before her. “Okay, great! If you wanted I could also show you what training treats we have that could help with keeping him under control!”
Mason shook his head, lowering the collar so he could look at the woman again. “Just the collar and leash. Thanks.”
“Yeah, for sure!” The woman said again before mousing past Mason and retreating back to her sanctuary. He followed her, approaching the opposite side of the counter where he was set to be.
Mason’s eyes watched Amber’s hands as she typed into her keyboard and scanned the tag on the collar. She was fast with her fingers, like they were designed to be used for a computer. Or perhaps, she was rushing because she wanted to be away from Mason.
“And then have you shopped with us before?”
Mason stopped her sale short again, shaking his head and holding up his hand. “Just these. I don’t get out here much.”
“Yeah, no, I totally get it.” Amber avoided looking at Mason as she typed more into her computer. “You’re total is gonna be 42.29 today, the reader is ready for your card.”
Mason had flipped open an old torn up leather wallet and slid his soil coated card into the machine. It processed for a short time, then chimed when the transaction was completed.
Amber set a bag containing the collar and the receipt on the counter before Mason. “And if it doesn’t work out for you, if it’s the wrong size or just doesn’t help, you’re free to bring it back and return it, just make sure you keep your receipt on you.”
Mason took the bag, nearly crushing it in his grip as he muttered a “thanks” and headed for the door.
“Have a great night!” The employee called after him as he left the store and entered back into the cool air of the outside world.
As Mason drove home, Amber would rush to the back room to discuss the interaction with her manager, where they would ogle at the sheer size of the man, wondering what kind of freak dog he must have that’s “too rowdy” for him to control. It was no bother to him. He would never know, nor would he care, about his “mountain man” nickname given to him by the small team of employees. Just as he would forget them, they are destined to forget him in several weeks time.
It would be well past nightfall when his heavy boots would enter his cabin again. The snowfall had increased, and he’d need to deal with it come morning. He could hear the whimpering and whining coming from the closet where he’d locked his dog during his trip out to town.
He approached it, knowing the creature on the other side could both hear and sniff out his approach. “I’m gonna open this door,” He spoke firmly, one hand clutching the new collar, the other gripping the door handle tight. “And you are going to sit still for me, do you understand?”
It was near silent for several seconds, save for the creaking wind beyond the cabin walls and the soft popping of the dying fire in the hearth.
“Yes,” Came a broken, weary voice from the other side of the door.
“Good boy.” Mason spoke in that low, rumbling voice of his as he opened the closet door, immediately dropping down on one knee to take his pet by the scruff.
A scrawny, tawny-headed boy was pulled from the closet, dressed in loose furs and with his tail and ears posed for a submissive stance. Bailey was as still as could be as the collar was snapped around his neck. The metal prongs pushed into his skin, offering a persistent teasing threat. He heard the leash click on to the collar’s connector, and Mason gave it a test-tug. The prongs constricted, pinching around Bailey’s skin and leading him to step backwards and directly into Mason’s chest.
“Now you won’t try and run from me, will you boy?” Mason asked, his breath hot on Bailey’s pinned down ears.
“N-No. I, I won’t run, I promise, I-”
“Good. Good boy.” Mason purred, his hand not holding the leash traveling up to rest on the top of Bailey’s head before pushing him firmly down to the ground to sit on his haunches. “You’ll be a good dog for me, wontcha?”
#mason heiral#mason tpof#tpof mason#the price of flesh#Bailey Tag#the dialogue for the retail worker is extremely accurate#source: I work in pet retail and this is the way I talk to customers#funny enough I got the idea for this while I was at work LMAO#also i am still writing that thing for bailey and strad#its just taking longer than intiially planned#bones writes
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Things in life have gotten Not Good and Very Upsetting in the last 48 hours but I still have to work my 7 hour closing shift today
#I’m emotionally exhausted and angry at the universe#and really not looking forward to having to be Retail Nice and repeat the same 5-7 phrases at the register for 7 fucking hours#bones rattling#work woes
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