#still figuring out the fursuit face :')

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Don't talk to me or my son ever again.

The thought of zim holding gir like a toddler has lived in my head for a long time now. I had to put it on paper.

[dat1angel]

DP x DC Prompt, Danny/Bruce

A grown up Danny moves to Gotham. Maybe its for work, maybe its for the ecto-rich environment, maybe its cause all his friends have ended up there and he decided to follow. They've taken care of the GIW and his parents have accepted him so Danny has no issues with being openly meta. Bruce catches wind of a meta in Gotham and pays Danny a visit as Batman. He give Danny the "No metas in Gotham" speech to which he is promptly told to fuck off. Danny's response is essentially: "Fuck you, I live here and I'm not just gonna pack up my life and leave because a man in a fursuit with no actual authority told me to".

Bruce can't exactly force Danny to leave so he decides that if Danny is gonna be here then he'll keep an eye on him to give him some extra protection. While watching over Danny, Bruce starts to notice little things about him. The endless kindness he seems to possess. The subtle Midwestern accent. The way his eyes literally light up when he indulges in his passions. The way his hair perfectly frames his face when it's still damp from his morning shower. Bruce finds himself absolutely smitten. The only problem? Danny can't stand him.

Danny has held a grudge against Batman after the whole 'you aren't welcome in my city' thing. Any time he sees the Bat he'll flip him off or just glare if he has the young one of his sidekicks with him. Which, Bruce can admit, is fair. Bruce wouldn't take very kindly to being told to leave like that either. No problem though, he'll just get to know him as a civilian right? Wrong. Danny doesn't like billionaires on principle so thats a non-starter.

Now Bruce is left to figure out how to win over this man who seems to get along with everyone except him.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Phantom stared at the monitor with baited breath. He had been alerted by the computers beeping and came to see what was going on.

Could this really be happening? After all this time alone in his lair, waiting, hoping for any sign that his last remaining friend was still out there, his ecto-signature finally showed up on his radar.

This had to be a trap.

But...what if it wasn't? What if Robin was really there? What if he was hurt and waiting for Phantom to come rescue him? The thought made his stomach drop. He knew what his birdy had gone through when he was still alive and he would rather feed himself to a pool of ghost piranhas than let Robin believe for a second that he had been abandoned again.

Grabbing the essentials and shoving them into a bag he rushed out of his lair. It had been years since he had seen his birdy and even longer since he had been in Amity Park or any other variation of the Living Realms. But this was for his best friend. For him he would do anything.

...

Which apparently included fighting his besties adoptive dad in the streets while he was in a full Gothic fursuit-Robin what the heck- Robin himself wasn't helping, he was just cheering Phantom on from the sidelines and giving him tips.

Phantom managed to get away from the bat and his other birds- how many did he have???- and had an emotional reunion with his best friend which included a lot of tears, mostly from him.

Okay, entirely from him. He was worried out of his mind for his birdy, sue him. Robin was mostly confused, saying he didn't remember disappearing, only that he felt more and more strange before he just...blanked. The next this he knew he was standing over this prone figure of a guy with a leather jacket and a full faced red helmet. Batman looked at him odd and Robin didn't hesitate to mock the man he once viewed as a father.

They fought for a bit with the younger vigilante using all the powers Phantom taught him along with his furry training to beat up the man who abandoned him to the mercy of one of his rogues.

Speaking of which. The very next thing Jason did was find the Joker and do everything the deranged clown did to him. Karma. It was on one of his later confrontations that Phantom appeared. Now the darker dynamic duo are running around Gotham being ghostly and more or less doing whatever they want.

Bruce was spiraling mentally. His second son lay in the batcaves infirmary stuck on life support because somehow, some way, his soul was knocked out of his body.

They needed to find some way to put it back in before that other teen "took him home" and Bruce really hoped that didn't mean what he thinks it means.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Greetings, hope you're doing god. I love your stories, specially the ones with disposal, they are the best! I love how you always puts lots of details in your concepts and makes every one unique.

So here is a mass vore idea for you. A furry goes to a furrycon, and as the event progresses, he eats many other guests, stretching his fursuit with dozens of people. After some time, burping parts of animal costumes and other belongings, the furry digests everyone, and here's the best part (in my opinion). After the feast, it's time to release his preys again, but as his now bigger belly is pressed firmly against the fursuit, he can't unzip it and ends up soiling his own costume.

Yeah, I like this idea a lot! I’ll definitely write something for it.

Jay was more than excited to show off the new suit he made for this con. It's made especially for his eating habits, as his badge points out--he's a pred. Of course, f.urcon preds always have the issue of their suits stretching or ripping or popping open when they try to eat and it completely ruins the immersion. But Jay's going to show off that he can fix that problem!

At first, no one really notices. Slurping down a couple of people with prey badges? Doesn't really matter much, other than some comments suggesting he take a break. His suit is already stretching over a stuffed gut, and the bulky suits his prey are wearing much them even bigger than that'd have been before. But Jay has no intention to slow down. He has no need to!

By the time he's shoved the firth pair of kicking legs through the maw of his suit and down his own gullet, he's started getting attention. Prey furs want to see if he can fit more, pred furs want to know how he made the suit, and everyone in between seems to be enjoying the small show. Jay is soaking up the attention.

Gulp, gulp, gulp! "Yeah, I used this type or rubber base for the suit." Slurp, slurp, slurp. "It's layered, too, so it pops out further the more I eat!" Gllk, gllk, gllk! "It's expensive, sure, but it's worth it! Making a whole new suit because you ripped out of your last one is way more expensive." He's happy to chat about how he made it and how it works for all the onlookers in between each prey fur. His gut is getting massive, gurgling and churning harshly as it gets right to work. He's not even counting how many people he's downed anymore. What's it matter, when his suit will hold on just fine?

Pretty soon, his gut is going into overdrive, rumbling and churning harshly as it bears down on all of the meat inside. It makes Jay rather belchy, so it gets harder to brag about his suit when he's letting loose explosive burps. Random pieces of suits flying out of his maw--paws are a common one, and the occasional head manages to come up as well. Plenty of badges splat to the ground as well, showing off the smiling face or suit of someone's who's little more than a boiling gut slop by that point. He even manages to spit up a rather intricate-looking robotic head with a working visor and everything. Too bad whoever it belonged to is on his way to being manure, Jay would have loved to get that guy to help him with a new suit.

At the very least, he gets to show off the fact that the suit stretches around all the weight gain so much easier does as well. Jay's gotten at least twice as heavy, maybe more, so that even his suit looks chubby. He feels lots of curious hands pushing and rubbing over his boiling guts and it just works out more steaming belches. Everything is going great, and the suit is a total success!

...at least...until Jay feels a rather harsh rumbling deep in his bowels. His guts are still churning wetly, but a good amount of his prey have moved deeper through his system and are waiting for release. Jay tries to give the zipper a tug but it's stuck. Was it because his gut is still large? Is the suit moving around so much that it got jammed? He can't figure it out, and the increasingly frantic tugging isn't helping. The pressure comes to a peak when a wet fart rumbles out of him, and Jay releases he's out of time.

Squatting where he is, Jay grunts and pushes. A thick log of shit spreads out of him easily, packed tight with whatever suit pieces flushed through his system along with all the bones. The stretchy quality of the suit means that the bottom begins to bulge outward with the coiling mass pushing inside. But Jay didn't think to make some kind of exit for all of the crap. So all it does is continue to bloat out the bottom of his suit as it continues to slide out.

Jay's now very aware of the fact that a handful of people have been recording him. Likely to show off the new suit to their follows. Now it's showing off the guy soiling his suit with a massive dump. He's glad that his helmet is at least covering his face because he knows it's bright red. Even by the time the bulge is touching the ground, Jay is still going, making a mound behind him as his suit stretches out the logs of shit he's dumping.

By the time he's done, the pile he's made is nearly his size. It's stretching the suit so much that imprints are being made of the various coils of crap and the more solid pieces inside. Bones and skulls and pieces of suits leave distinct bulges on the suit's fabric, leaving little imagination as to what the mess must look like. Despite the massive amount of embarrassment Jay is feeling, people don't seem bothered or upset. If anything, he's getting more attention, people excitedly asking about the suit and its functionality. Some are even asking if he takes commissions.

So...maybe this worked out well after all. But Jay knows he needs to get back to the drawing board. The smell...ugh, god, he has to do something about that fast.

[mongoosefangs]

Fursuit Camp 2024: Getting Started

Welcome back to Fursuit Camp! It's time to start this thing proper! Whether you're ready to build along at home or just enjoying the ride, let's go over one of the most basic and important steps: planning our project and choosing our fabrics!

For this demonstration I'm going to be making a coyote partial! I don't always plan my projects thoroughly in advance (I may or may not have a dragon head base from like 2017 that I'm still stumped on how to finish) but I usually like to do at least some rough doodles to figure out what kind of colors and markings I want. These details may be subject to change as the build continues, but this is a decent starting point.

I'm going with a 'yote because I've wanted to make one for a long time and they're pretty iconic in the desert Southwest where I live. It helps that I already have all the right fur fabrics on hand for this design. I also figured a canine species would be good for this demo, dogs/wolves/foxes etc. are eternally popular and common choices for fursuits, and a fine place for beginners to start.

Although you can make whatever you want if you're following along at home, I will say that if this is your very first build, you might not want to start with a beloved fursona or visually complex character. Keep it simple with less pressure to make it perfect as you get used to the building process. My first suit was a generic fox; I didn't attempt to make my mongoose 'sona until later.

Here are the faux furs I'm going to be using for my coyote. You can see I've got a mixture of both long and short fur, and the colors don't exactly match 100%, but that's okay. Have faith! There are a lot more faux fur choices now than there used to be, but sometimes you're still limited. Depending on what you can get, you might want to start planning your project the other way around. Look at the fabrics available to you and pick an animal based on that.

You might be fortunate to live in an area where stores sell fur locally, or you might have to order online. You might even find yourself cutting up furry pillowcases and jackets from the thrift store for that perfect fur you can't find anywhere else (which is totally okay, in my opinion, as long as the fabric is clean). Regardless of where you source it, there are a few things you should keep in mind.

Always inspect fur in person. This means buying samples first if you're ordering online, but I promise it's worth the extra hassle. Make sure it's the color and texture you want before dropping $30-50 per yard on the stuff. How's the durability? Gently tug on the fibers; do they stay put or fall out? Part the fur with your fingers; does it seem flimsy or patchy? Faux fur quality can vary tremendously between styles, sellers, and even when the fabric was made. You won't know for sure until you've got it in hand.

Buy more than you think you'll need. How much that actually ends up being will depend entirely on your design. For this 'yote I probably won't need more than half a yard in any single color, but it's always better to have extra in case you make a mistake or want to add extra fursuit parts in the future. Don't assume you can just order more of the same exact fur later! It might be out of stock, discontinued, or not the same color or quality that it was in the past.

Know your terminology. What's the difference between fox fur and shag? Beaver and seal? Multiple types of furs are commonly used on fursuits and there are pros and cons to each kind. Let's go over some of them:

-Beaver, Seal, or Super Seal: very short fur, dense, soft, and kind of shiny. The short orange and cream in the photo above are beaver/seal style furs. A great choice for fursuit faces and finely detailed areas, but doesn't come in very many colors, and seams are more likely to show though the fur.

-Bunny or Teddy: short to medium length furs, up to about an inch long. Soft and fluffy, comes in a variety of colors, but some of them can be kind of thin furs in my experience. Not as dense as the shorter stuff. May need to be shaved down if used on fursuit faces.

-Lux Shag, aka Punky Muppet: a long style fur about 1.5" to 2". One of the most common choices for fursuits, widely available, comes in a huge array of colors. The long grey and orange in the photo above are examples of lux shag. Will need to be shaved if used on fursuit faces, but does not always shave down neatly. Quality varies. Can look clumpy or messy over time. Better for cartoony suits, less ideal for realistic styles.

-Fox: longer than lux shag, usually 2" or more, and a little more realistic in color and/or texture. The long cream in the photo above is an example of a fox style fur. Not as soft as lux shag, but also not as clumpy. Will need to be shaved if used on fursuit faces.

-Mongolian: a type of shag that's extra long and kind of wooly looking, with a chunky or kinked texture. Might work for some characters but probably not what you want in most cases.

-NFT/NFTech: National Fiber Tech, this is high quality faux fur used professionally for film and TV. Can be custom made to order to almost any length and color, especially good for fursuit hair tufts, but prohibitively expensive for most folks. They do sell overstock and random remnants, which can be a great value, but the selection is pretty unpredictable.

There are also other types of fabrics you may use for a fursuit, especially if you're like me and want to avoid shaving long fur at any cost (we won't be covering that in this build at all.) If you need something really, really short, but you can't find it in fur, try one of these instead:

-Fleece: just regular old anti-pill fleece can be a fantastic choice for fursuits. I always use at least some for things like inner ears and mouth linings, but I've made entire faces out of it, and some people have even used fleece for whole suits. Fleece is cheap, easy to work with, comes in a zillion colors, and hides seams surprisingly well with the right stitch. It's not fluffy like fur is, though, so it can't hide everything. Try to make your underlying structures as neat as possible if you're using fleece.

-Minky: commonly used for stuffed animals, comes in different styles, some are fluffy enough to mimic a bunny style fur. Tons of colors and prints to choose from. Can be used in a lot of the same ways as fleece, but I honestly don't like it as much. It doesn't hide seams as well and it's messy to work with. Good for making plushies, maybe good for some small details, but probably not my first choice for a fursuit.

These are just some of the fabrics you might end up using, but honestly, that's only the tip of the iceberg! I could literally spend the rest of the summer just weighing the pros and cons of every conceivable material you might use on a fursuit, but I'd rather actually make a fursuit. How about you?

If you're looking for fur online, try these sellers. I'll add to this list as I find more recommended shops!

Big Z Fabrics

FursuitSupplies

Hairymann's Closet (NFTech)

Howl Fabrics

JoAnn Fabrics

Mendel's

Next time, we'll compile the rest of our shopping list and price out everything else we need to make this fursuit. It may be more affordable and accessible than you think!

If you're building along at home, please use the tag #fursuitcamp24 or reply directly to this post, I would love to see what you're working on! Let's do this thing!

[craftlands]

🎮 and 💭 for Syndie: How would they play? What canon units would they synergize well with? and What is their Insight 2 costume like? Is there any significance behind that change?

SYNDIEEEEE i haven't talked about them a lot yet, so it's good to get a chance to!

🎮: How would they play? What canon units would they synergize well with?

Syndie's gimmick is based around swapping damage types -- the two system members that swap front for combat deal Mental and Reality damage respectively, with slightly different effects depending on what member it is -- an incantation that's an enemy debuff for one might be an ally buff for the other, an attack might have secondary effects that depend on the damage type they deal, etc.

I haven't gotten a lot of good crunch when it comes to their exact mechanics yet, but due to the damage type switching they're probably pretty AP generous and work well as a general sub-DPS -- able to wait and have their incantations gain levels in the back of the queue while other characters use moves.

I still have no idea what their ultimate does.

💭: What is their Insight 2 costume like? Is there any significance behind that change?

That's a really good question -- I still don't have much of a design for them in general! The most I have is "long-haired, completely invisible face (like a blank overlay, basically), wearing a cool dress probably." They'd probably get a fancier dress and maybe do something interesting with their hair at I2?

There's also an alternate answer to this, which is to give them a costume of some kind. Specifically a partial fursuit* (arms+tail, maybe a partial head as well). The problem with that is I haven't figured out what their fursona would actually be -- I doubt Syndie could internally agree on something standard, and it'd be a little too early to get extremely weird with it.

*Yes, furries (and alterhumanity, and online discussions of plurality) are pre-2000s, this is not anachronistic.

[screamqueenkrueger]

I meant to post this earlier, but the weekend really sucked the life out of me.

How do I begin something like this? I'm not usually one for writing story times about the things I do. Nothing seems interesting enough for that.

And maybe to a lot of people this isn't either.

But a dream of mine came true this weekend, and this is how it all went down

3 months ago my poor coworker thought he was bringing me exciting news, and he was! I was just not mentally prepared for it.

"Robert Englund is coming to Indy in August!"

"Fuck!" I started to panic, I almost cried, I scrambled to check dates. I was staffing another con at the end of August. Could I make it work? I hadn't saved any money!

Whew HorrorHound was the weekend before the con I staff, I could squirell enough money away for his signatures, now it was time to just stew in the intermitten anxiety for the next 3 months. Would I actually get to meet him this time? Would I make it? Or would I be too little too late again? Would he do another con after this one? Is this my last chance? I don't know the lay out, where he'll be. The VIP passes had already sold out. I got early entry, but would that be enough?

Sooner than I thought possible the time was upon me. I'd had art I'd draw printed out, ready for him to sign, and I had my fursuit head I wanted him to sign as well.

Only one problem. I had to go alone. The Husband had army obligations. The aforementioned coworker could only come with me on Saturday. I had to face this task on my own. Normally I'm a little ball of anxiety, but Robert was all I wanted. I could do it for him.

So Friday I get up, already buzzing with anxiety. Early entry doesn't open until 4 so I have some time to prepare, and as I have a fee errands that could be ran, and busy myself with that, instead of sitting around and staring at the clock. I take, maybe, a little too long. By the time I get to the convention center it's around 3:45 and the place is already packed.

Uh oh.

Well this is okay. As long as I hustle I can make it to Robert's line. It's going to be a long wait, but that's okay. That's what I'm here for.

Nothing else matters to me but getting in front of Robert Englund.

At exactly 4 the line starts moving in. They have a pretty organized and we go in one section of line at a time. As soon as I'm in the vendor hall I hustle my ass as fast as I can power walk to the back. I didn't run. I probably should have, but lord help me if I had fallen.

But there he is! His line isn't cut off! Maybe this is it! My heart is pounding. I love to stand to what I perceive as the back of the line then...oh no...staff are approaching me.

"Are you hear for Robert Englund?"

"Yes" I say, holding my fursuit head tighter to my chest. Please don't tell me I have to leave. I'll wait as long as I can. Is all I can think in that moment.

Thankfully he just gently ushered me and a few others out into the hallway. They were moving the line out there so that the vendor hall wasn't too crowded. I was relieved they would allow me to still wait, and I was near the front of this line! And so commenced the waiting.

I made small talk with a few of my line mates. It was going to be an eternity, so I figured it may be a good idea to make friends. And I do! The group in front of me really liked my fursuit head. I showed them a picture of what the rest of him looked like, and explained how he was inspired my Freddy Krueger, and that I wanted Robert to sign one of his horns. One of the women had actual stills from Freddy Vs Jason in a frame that she was going to have Robert sign. That blew me out of the water. How rad was that!

As a group, we settled in for the long wait. Every inch we moved felt like a mile, and once we were in the line at Robert's booth, it felt like we had cleared a giant hurtle, but the wait was just beginning. We passed the time talking about what we really enjoyed about horror movies, what scared us the most, and what obscure movies we had seen and really liked. It was hard watching those who had gotten VIP tickets wait a fraction of what we had until then, with a mile of a line still in front of us.

At some point, Robert had to leave for photo ops. Some people left, but a majority of us stayed. This group of people were some of the nicest I'd ever met, people were walking in and out of the line, able to come back because their line mates agreed to hold their spot in line for them. While he was gone we were told to get comfortable, so we did.

I think this is one of my favorite memories from this weekend. 3 of us settled down, aitting on the floor, I'd said if my phone weren't half dead I'd play a Nightmare on Elm St. for us. The woman beside me said, "Mine's at 90%!" So she turned on the movie and since I was in the middle I held the phone so that we could watch. At one point another woman peeked through the curtain.

"Which one are you watching? I heard the music!"

We told her the first one and we all laughed that she recognized the movie from the sound ahead of us in line, and that we were watching a movie while waiting to meet Mr. Krueger himself.

An hour later Robert was back, so we got back on our feet. Time was creeping closer and closer to the close of the convention. I was so close by now, about halfway, but I was beginning to get anxious all over again. What if it moved too slow? He had to stop signing at somepoint. There were still VIP people waiting to be seen, taking time away from us, the peasants.

I couldn't be too mad at them, though. I'd have been one of them if the tickets hadn't sold out. We were still moving, so I tried to focus on how close we were getting. The guy in front of us at one point turned around and said, "I think it's going to happen guys."

We were one line length away at this point and my heart was really pounding now. He was there. I could see him. Hear him speak. The friend I'd made in line was so sweet, rubbing my back, telling me I'd be alright. I didn't quite feel like it, but I knew she was right.

Then we were at his table. I paid for my autographs, watching the guy in front of me get his things signed, and knew this was it! He was right in front of me. My friend asked me if I wanted to give her my phone so she could take pictures. All I could say was "no I'm good! I just wanna be in the moment!" Truthfully I was shaking and so scared I'd fumble my phone and drop it. She took pictures on her own phone and sent them to me on Facebook. She was so sweet and I am so thankful for her.

IT HAPPENED.

5 and a half hours later I was standing in front of Robert Englund. I had the art I'd agonized over for months out and when I slid it in from of him I almost couldn't believe this was happening.

"I drew it myself." I told him, so giddy I sounded like a child. I was handing the love of my life my own art for him to sign, and I'd gotten a second printed out to give him.

"This is amazing work." He said, silver sharpie gliding his name across my work. I was on the moon. "This one is for me?" He clarified, sliding the second copy out.

"Yes," I told him. My smile was so wide it hurt. I set my fursuit head on the table after he'd carefully set aside his copy.

"Now this is a first." Did I make Robert Englund say that? I sure did! Light of my life! Man of my dreams!

He signed my fursuit head and handed it back. I said thank you, then wobbled off. My dream had coke true! I am just so thankful I got to meet this horror legend. This man helped shape the horror we enjoy today, and I am simply blessed to have been able to share this moment in time with him. I only wish I had been more maybe a decade or two earlier.

[hasishtardoneanythingwrong]

Dragon Witch on the Unholy Night

Valentine's season was always a bit hectic in Chaldea. There were enough Servants running around (and time had been undone for long enough) that it usually lasted for at least a full week. And as could be expected, the ways that Servants showed their affection was something Val had all but stopped trying to predict. She could expect chocolate at some point. There was no guarantee if it wouldn't be inedible, drugged, or a literal dumbbell, but it was at least something she could expect to see. Everything else was anybody's guess, though. A giant plush hippogryph. A fursuit. An eternal tropical vacation (that the Count had thankfully saw fit to bring an end to). A fucking gun. At their worst, they strained the definition of what could be reasonably considered a Valentine's gift.

By that standard, The Coffee Incident had been downright reasonable. Alter had still been adjusting to... everything, and hadn't quite gotten a hang on things like "earnest emotional expression" and "being able to have feelings outside of hatred". Still, Val had appreciated the gesture (even if it had firmly cemented her distaste for the drink. Ten cups, ugh.)

For Alter, though, that moment was like a lead weight. Even though she had grown closer to her Master, she found Valentine's to be a source of shame, frustration, and anger. It had started with a handful of singed Servants, but quickly settled to Alter shutting herself away for the season, like she was hibernating until everything died down before reappearing. It wasn't ideal, but Val could understand needing some space.

This meant it was a little concerning when Alter showed up two days into the festivities, dragging Val off to the Master's room.

"Everything okay?"

Alter just stared at Val, like she was trying to work herself up to say something. Then, faster than Val could react, a hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck. Heat flared, just shy of being uncomfortable, and then was gone, leaving a patch of tender skin. Alter nodded, evidently satisfied.

"...Okay, what was that?"

Alter huffed.

"Wanted to do something special, show you that you're stuck with me. Chocolate's just gonna get eaten, and stuff's gonna get lost, so I figured I'd give you something that would stick with you. Something that'll last. Lucky me, that blue asshole owed me one, and runes are bullshit that can do whatever the hell you want them to, so I didn't need to learn how to use one of those needle gun things."

"...Did you just give me a neck tattoo?"

Alter nodded, a satisfied look on her face.

Val did her best to suppress a sigh. It wasn't that she didn't like the idea of getting a tattoo. Val kinda wanted one, but between not knowing what she would get and the whole incineration of humanity business, it had just never come up. She was a sucker for Alter's designs, so she was sure it looked fine, but she really wished she had been consulted first. Really, she just wished that it went somewhere else. Maybe on her wrist, so she could look at it when she wanted to. But what was done was done, so she resolved to appreciate it for what it was. Turning around to face a mirror, Val tilted her neck to get a better look.

Blink.

"...Uh, Alter?"

"Yeah?"

"There's nothing there."

"...What?"

Val turned back around, pointing at the empty patch of skin where Alter had grabbed her.

"...Okay, what the fuck! 'Should be simple enough' my ASS! Next time I see that guy I'm gonna grab his staff and shove it so far up his ass he'll be coughing out splinters for a month!"

Val could smell the smoke already. Not great. She looped an arm around Alter in a loose one armed hug, in the hopes of keeping fires to a minimum while they got this fixed.

"It's okay, we can just get a new one done together, right? How about you show me how you wanted it to look, we'll find someplace to get it done, annnnnnd..."

Val trailed off, the thought dying on her lips. She stared, as black ink streamed across the skin of her arm, tongues of stylized flame spiraling up to her wrist. She pulled away to get a better look, watching as a pool of black flickered on her palm, like it was one of Alter's fireballs. It almost seemed to have a pulse of its own, synced up with Alter's breathing.

"Alter? You gave me a living tattoo. Holy shit this is awesome."

Alter's eyes were glued to Val's arm, watching the ink before swirling into a gently flickering ring around Val's wrist.

"Of course, now you really need to show me what you designed. I have to see what ideas you came up with. Come on!"

Val took Alter by the hand. Flames jumping between their intertwined fingers, she dragged the red-faced Servant out of her room.

---

A/N: Oh hey there, been a while. Guess what's looks at wrist 4 months late. In case it wasn't clear, blue guy is CasCu. Anyway, this too is Yuri.

[paigelts05]

[GORE] FNAF - Thanks for the coffee, dear

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/GORE-FNAF-Thanks-for-the-coffee-dear-830641099

Published: Feb 16, 2020

Renegade File Server location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23858029

You remember how my version of the reluctant follower is a backstabber who hates William? Yeah, well, she still is forced to follow his orders, but she never fully follows them, and an almost blind sentient fursuit is pretty easy to trick. Well, long story short, William told her that either she had to Kill Luis or he would. Vanessa likes Luis (she REALLY likes Luis. Like, unrequited love levels of liking him. She calls him dear, for crying out loud), so she said she'd do it, and just hit him with her nail bat until he went unconscious to make it seem like he was dead, and then she took him somewhere relatively safe for him to recover. Now that you've read this, even if you want to skip the story, you'll understand the drawing. Also, in the Renegade AU (aka my AU) Vanessa took up the offer to go out for coffee after Luis asked her about the 'compliance in human subjects' searches, because those searches were for her trying to figure out how to make herself follow orders. This takes place about a week after that. =°•.🌹 Story 🌹.•°= This is obviously going to contain gore. Also, if an asterisk (one of these: *) is in a word, that is because that part of the word was not able to be heard. The number of characters in the words are still the same, so you may be able to figure out what is being said. Hint: surprisingly, there is no swearing.

=°•.🌹.•°= "I see you brought someone with you," William, who as if late, only seemed to respond to the name Malhare, cackled when he saw Vanessa leading Luis through Malhare's base, "Now prove your loyalty, and kill them for me." Vanessa didn't want to hurt Luis, but there she was, stuck in a very much undesirable situation. An attempt at stealing back her family heirloom went wrong again, but this time, Luis was with her, and she needed to find a way out. Fast. But when she was trying to think, Malhare spoke again. "Hesitating, are we? Well, kill him now, or I'll do it myself." Luis had backed away a bit, but was blocked by a wall. They had came through a ceiling vent, so there was no way back up, and Malhare was blocking the coridoor, with the first doors being far past Malhare. A few more seconds passed, and the yellow cloth rabbit reached out a hand towards Luis's throat, almost making it before Vanessa raised her nail bat between them. "Halt. You simply startled me, that's all. You can't expect someone you've just jumped to reply immediately, can you?" Vanessa's voice was calm, and Luis thought things may be looking up untill Vanessa continued talking. "I'll kill him for you. Now step back. There's not enough space to swing a cat with you standing here, let alone my bat." Malhare stepped back quite a bit, giving Vanessa plenty of space, the fabric on its face contorted into a wide grin as Vanessa raised her bat. Time almost seemed to freeze, but soon enough, Vanessa swung the bat and it hit Luis in the gut, sending him stumbling backwards into the wall. He was completely winded by the blow, and he wanted to scream when he saw the blood and torn fabric or skin broken up by the nails in the bat, but his lungs didn't have enough oxygen to do anything but try and breathe. Blood dripped from the cuts in his side that had been created by the blow, and he tried to use his hands to cover the wound, hoping that it would just stop. He was only just able to look up in time to see Vanessa swing the bat down once more. This time, it hit him on the head, and everything went black. ** "Y**'re wak*** u*!" Luis's senses slowly returned, hearing parts of a woman's voice. Was it trying to talk to him? His head was all fuzzy, and he couldn't remember what had happened or how he got there. When he was finally able to open his eyes, he saw a small room, that resembled some kind of empty supply closet without the shelves, and he heard the same woman speak to him again. "Good morning dear, I hope your head doesn't hurt too much." Luis looked around a bit, and saw a woman in a yellow blood-soaked jacket, a rabbit mask that was pushed up and to the side so he could see her face, kneeling down at his side, holding a bloodied nail bat. All at once, his memories came flooding back: who this woman was, and what had happened to him before waking up here. He was terrified, and begun to panic. The pain in his head and side made it impossible to move, so he was just stuck sitting propped up against a wall. Vanessa spoke again. He voice was quiet and she seemed to worry about Luis's health, a complete contrast to how she was acting around Malhare, "Don't move, dear, you'll only hurt yourself. Please don't be afraid, I only did it for you to survive." She then stood up and opened her jacket, reaching into the pockets inside. She pulled out a roll of bandages and some antibacterial wipes. "Hold still dear, this will sting a little bit, but I don't want your wounds to get worse." Vanessa got to cleaning Luis's wounds, and whilst it stung, Luis was able to calm down quite a bit. Putting together that she stoped Malhare from grabbing him, only to attack him herself, then her going and healing the very wounds she inflicted, he was able to put together that she was telling the truth. When the wounds were clean, Luis saw that dispite being badly bruised, the blood, dispite there being a lot of it, had only come from a collection of small cuts that had most likely come from that nails. It didn't look all that bad when clean, and he assumed that the same was true for the wound in his head. One all of his wounds had been patched up, Vanessa put the bandages back into her jacket and zipped it back up. She stood up, and walked towards the door. "Wait," Luis wanted to shout, but his voice bearly came out in a whisper, "why did you not kill me?" Vanessa chuckled and turned around, "Well, it's pretty simple. I didn't want to see you die, my dear." She then turned back around and was about to open the door. Then she remembered something important. "Oh, don't try to leave this room, dear. As long as you stay in here, I can guarantee that you'll be safe. I'll be back for you later. And, thanks for the coffee, dear." =°•.🌹.•°=

[keefwho]

April 29 - 2024 Monday

10:59pm

5/10

This morning I shaved my face and clipped my toenails. Also did laundry throughout the day but I think it still needs more drying. My CoStar said to let myself be weird today so I took that prompt and combined it with defusion to be on the lookout for thoughts that others might be judging me today. Breakfast was a jimmy dean sandwich and rice. I tried to start Ducktales again but I wasn't really interested. I started watching a neat little video about a disney animatronic theft DS linked me.

During my stream, 57 got rowdy with me right off the bat and made the mood weird. I also had to restart my PC before I could draw. No one was in stream today, even he had to leave at least partly because of work stuff. I warmed up by copying Spirit screenshots. Then I did my latest YCH for 2 hours. It was mind numbing, I got so bored by the end of it. I also felt bad about my coloring style being lacking as of late. I feel as though I've been trying too hard to play it safe even though the new way I've been coloring allows for greater freedom and experimentation.

After stream I was gonna play War Thunder or something but I saw TK was on VRchat so I joined her. She and NJ were playing chess which SUCKED but I stuck around while I starting preparing commissions for next month. Then I balled myself up in my hoodie and took a nap in my chair until she woke me up. I left to make lunch. Lunch was a really good tuna quesadilla. It was a little bit small for a meal and I did that intentionally since I've been averaging 141+ pounds. I've noticed my weight tends not to vary too wildly so even 1 or 2 pounds queues me to make small eating decisions over the next few days. Not that I care THAT much. Just something I consider.

Afternoon was spent doing today's request and drawing something quick and silly for DS. Then I started fabricating my next idea that I'll start on next week. I worked on PZ's VRchat world for an hour today. I meant to write the project off completely but I figure I'll spend my weekly Monday 1 hour time slot on it, thats not much. When I was done, I had agreed to play Roblox with TK since we didn't get to over the weekend. I introduced her to the basics of the horse game. I felt nervous because I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or not. I didn't feel good at selling it because I sort of play it for the vibes. I think it's a great game to play if your primary goal is just chatting. I was about to leave to start dinner which is right when DS became free as well.

DS showed me how she fixed her fursuit's lips which was great, I was so sad to hear she didn't end up liking how they had turned out at first. I try to be reassuring but I struggle to be sometimes. Through my days learning how to manage creativity and artistic expectations, I've learned that there is no "failure" in a way and I like to try and convey this. I've learned you can brute for anything with enough attempts. And each slipup teaches you something new if you let it. The important thing is to stare your 'failures' in the face so you can fully recognize what you need to change going forward.

Other than that we watched a video on Marefair which was just disgusting. It looked like an awful time surrounded by awful people. And yet I could probably make a lot of money if I vended there. Not that I would ever.

In bed we did puzzles and read a couple Monster High chapters. The book is getting real juicy right now. We also learned about a 1994 adaptation of Black Beauty I put on our list of movies. In KH2 I completed the second part of the Pride Lands.

[charafterdark]

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[voraciouspangolin]

Genuinely the biggest challenge about doing this would be figuring out how to make him stand upright

The body itself I could do by doing the duct tape mannequin method were you mummify someone in a good few layers of duct tape, and then you free them from it, and a shell of their body shape made of duct tape is left behind... I'd need to find someone tall though.... I think I could modify this mannequin to then be fat, top heavy, and muscular like our beloved heavy by wrapping the mannequin in blankets, stuffing, towels, etc, and garbage bags held down by rope, so that I could make Another duct tape mannequin on top of all of that extra fluff....

And then I'd have a base pattern for his body. I'd just need to seperate the duct tape mannequin into sections, cut them up in a way that allows for the duct tape to lay flat instead of curved, and boom, I can cut my fabric using these sections as cookie cutters.

There'll be a lot more hassle with like, symmetry and complications with where seams would appear on the final product but this is all hypothetical and I don't feel like stressing about problems I don't even have

This base pattern would be unclothed and featureless... so I'd have to make his clothes and shit seperately and then sew them onto the body.

The head, I'd make out of foam- getting sharp corners, distinct shapes n silouhettes, and concave shapes in the medium of stuffed animal making is literally so hard I'm not even going to try. There are many ways I could tackle his face- but the general concept of fursuit head making would apply. Unless I can find a very bald and very broad chinned fat man who would let me encase him in duct tape, I'd need to start from scratch to build up the shapes I want using foam. I suppose using something like 3d printing could get me much more accurate results, but at the end of the day I'd still end up having to carve foam. Unless I want his face to be solid plastic and the rest of him to be soft. But I don't want that

Clothes making would be easy enough... it wouldn't even be remotely shaped like clothes a normal human could wear- I'd have to sew the warping of the fabric into the garments themselves... much to think about

And then I'd need to figure out how the fuck I'd stuff him. This kinda coincides with the Getting Him To Stand problem, bc the materials I use will impact everything from firmness to structural integrity to weight. My sculpting brain tells me that perhaps an armeture could work- a skeleton of sorts made of rigid material to give it structure... but metal on that scale would be- erm. Heavy, and other things like wood and plastic or firmer foam would all pose their own challenges.

I suppose I could use the original duct tape mannequin, the precursor to the fat one, since it'd basically already be the correct dimensions to find inside the final product... but even duct tape gets really fucking heavy at that scale

I guess it all comes down to the level of detail and the stuffed animal style I want in the end. Do I want a more Giant Stuffed Bear look, with thick tube arms and legs that dangle freely, with little to no shape definition, loosely draped clothes, and sewn on facial features? Or do I want an on-model replica of Heavy goddamned Tf2?

Honnestly, I think it'd be really fucking funny if I made the stuffed Heavy cartoonish and stuffed bear in style, but you could rip open his clothes and his torso... and inside of him is like, a really detailed and on-model replica of his chest cavity from meet the medic- complete with snappable rib, removable heart, and a bloody archimedes. And if you rip open his stomach you can find a sandvich. Like, everything is still in the medium of stuffed animal- details are embroidered and shading is physically made of a different colour of fabric, the ribs would be made out of some kind of off white glossy leather, the intestines could be pulled out and unravelled...

Man. Ideas, ideas, ideas....

I think it would be funny if I dusted off my sewing machine and, using my knowledge from my fursuit making phase, make a life-sized heavy tf2 plushie. In the A pose

He'd just be Standing There. Ominously

[eyesfangsandwings]

Thoughts on cringe

Well, it wasn’t what I planned on writing, but I sat down and blacked out while free associating and here’s what popped out. Putting part of this under a cut because it got long. If the opening paragraphs tantalize you, just read on I guess? :,>

I wish I’d been cringe.

I wish I hadn’t spent years trying to hide and ignore a key part of myself, perhaps one of the most key parts of myself, because I thought I was just engaging in wish fulfilment. If I ignored it, improved myself, then my self-esteem wouldn’t be so low and I wouldn’t need to pretend I was a divine being to feel better about myself. I went to therapy and hoped it would go away. I quit otherkin and furry groups because they were “a bad influence” and hoped it would go away. I took medication and hoped it would go away. I started transitioning and I hoped it would go away.

Ten years. It never went away. Ten years to realize that by telling myself I was lying to myself, I’d lied to myself.

Ten years I could have spent learning about me. Ten years I could have spent learning about my faith. Ten years I could have spent growing. Ten years I could have lived more openly and been happy.

I see young otherkin, going to meets and talking openly about their kintypes. I see them bark, growl, hiss, and so on in public. I see them play. I see them do what their kintypes do. I’m jealous. I know I shouldn’t be. I just wish that was ten-years-ago me, being the angel he knows he is.

I grew up in the shadow of an expanding Internet and an expanding world. I saw what happened to people who were too openly weird, too openly nonhuman. You heard horror stories of furries who lost jobs when their hobbies came out. You had to deal with freak-of-the-week shows tearing away the curtains of secrecy in what often amounted to a safe space for people who were different in any way.

I had to constantly explain to furcon onlookers that the CSI episode was not indicative of the realities of a furry convention up until 2012, nine years after it aired. Almost as long as the ten years I spent choking back my awakening as it tried to crawl out of the human skin I was desperately trying to hold together. They approached me because I was the “normal” one. I didn’t wear ears or a tail, and certainly not a fursuit. You wouldn’t have caught me dead at a midnight howl. Furry was the only nonhuman indulgence I allowed myself for a time, before it started forcing me to realize I wasn’t pretending to be nonhuman on the weekends, I was pretending to be human on the weekdays. I could barely even do furry things, because I had to be respectable.

That was an annoyance compared to the people who’d stalk you across everything you did, of course. At least the onlookers had a sort of innocent ignorance. They didn’t know they were talking to someone who, while he didn’t think he was an animal, knew deep down he wasn’t human. The people who’d figure out all the names you used were the ones to be afraid of. It exposed the vulnerable side of you that you could only show with a name true to yourself, more real than the one you were given by someone else when you fell into the world screaming, then stitched the two together in an ugly patchwork for all to see.

I wouldn’t call myself a private person. I wouldn’t be writing this if I was. It’s more there’s just parts of me I couldn’t face. I put too much stock in being the logos-oriented person that society places so much value on. Humans are humans. There are no past lives. Only children pretend to be animals. Only someone with delusions of grandeur would pretend to be some sort of powerful mythical being.

Angels aren’t real. I can’t be one. I can’t. I can’t. It’ll go away and I can move on with my life. I can’t howl at the moon. I can’t talk about the dysphoria. I can’t run around in the woods barefoot. I can’t wear gear, no matter how much better it makes me feel. I can’t groom and preen in public. I can’t be an embarrassment to myself. I can’t be one of those people.

A fun fact! I still feel a deep sense of shame when I catch myself doing species-typical behavior in public despite not trying to actively repress it anymore.

Melodramatic, maybe, but I feel like I’ve damaged some part of myself and now I have to try and repair it. So I’ll wear gear. I’ll have my chew toys (they’re stim toys for human bodies, don’t worry, I’m responsible.) I’ll dump florals and honey into everything that it pairs with taste-wise and call it kinfood (and delicious, because it is.) I’ll make a nest to sleep in, and I’ll wear my kigu when I do, because it has wings and horns, and that’s me. I’ll wear a shawl and when the wind blows through it, I’ll close my eyes, and it’ll be the wind through my wings.

I can’t change what ten-years-ago-me did. I can affect what now-me does. So I’ll be cringe.

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

REMEMBER BACK WHEN WE GOT INVITED TO A MASQUERADE??? And we figured out the masquerade guests are definitely the sacrifice meant to summon their eldritch deity and that the party will probably be the location of the final ritual? ANYWAY WE’RE CRASHING THE PARTY, which means we need costumes.

The party is Alice in Wonderland themed; Sammy hasn’t read the book but got kin-assigned the March Hare by Joey, so naturally i’ve been doing nothing but drawing this loser in a dapper rabbit costume for an entire week

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Anyway have a little smattering of out-of-context quotes from session 11

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Sammy] Sammy just has no magical powers. [Jack] YET. [Sammy] Yet. Correct. ...He doesn't want any. [GM] Half of him doesn't want any. [Sammy] That's... accurate, yeah. Half of him ALSO wants the OTHER half of him to stop having magical powers. [Jack] No Magical Girl transformation? [GM] *laughing* Is that what that is? [Jack] I'd watch a magical anime where the main character drugs themself and then becomes a weird... religious... madman! [Sammy] That does sound compelling! Maybe you should see if you can find a franchise that contains that element, and then become a big fan of it and draw a bunch of fanart for some reason. [Jack] Yeah, I dunno, I mean... it's so tiring getting into new media, I need to get a friend who will drag me into it. [Henry] And then you guys can start a roleplaying game with it and drag me into it! [GM] There's an idea! [Jack] Yeah! Someone should get on that! [GM] And if there was such a theoretical game... people might have to figure... what they're doing when they wake up!

[Sammy] We were put in a situation before where we were told that the only thing we could do was kill the host, but we found a way around it last time, [Peter] What way was that? [Sammy] Complicated.

[GM] Henry is the first to notice the apparent cultist, camping out, looking tired, trying to spot you guys. [Henry] Uh, Henry is just going to tap Sammy on the arm and point him out. [Jack] Bros! You've got to unionise! Look at these working conditions! [GM] Maybe one of these days you won't spot them, right? Hope springs eternal!

[GM] Okay, you can make an intimidate! [Sammy] Okay! *rolls* FIFTEEN IS -- this is the only thing Sammy's good at now -- fifteen is a hard success!

[Jack] I'm proud of him! [Sammy] Someone has to be.

[GM] Allison chats with everyone, and gets you into the costume room! Everyone seems relatively friendly! [Sammy] Except Sammy. Sammy doesn't seem friendly.

[Joey] My idea was, Joey would be Mad Hatter -- [Sammy] Because he needs a hat, [Joey] --Yeah, so he can have a hat -- I was thinking Sammy could be the March Hare, Jack could be White Rabbit, and then Henry could be the Dormouse, [Sammy] Yes! And then the Haiti boys are all the Mad Teaparty, which is great, because the Mad Teaparty is canonically trapped in a time loop. [Sammy] Because we tHOUGHT ABOUT THIS TOO MUCH,

[Jack] Kin-assign Pete! [GM] He's content to wear anything that looks like it fits him, as long as people aren't trying to push a co-ordinated effort. [Joey] (Pete can be Caterpillar,) [Jack] Catter-pete-lar [Sammy] Oh my goodness. Completely unnecessary. [Jack] This is a pun that Jack might make, out loud, to Pete [GM] Pete laughs, despite himself! [Sammy] I feel like, Jack would make this pun, and then Jack would be SO pleased with himself that Pete would laugh, because Jack was so happy about it. [Jack] Yeah that sounds canon. ....It IS canon!!

[Jack] You can like, actually pretend to be people who decided to come to this party to enjoy it, and not just steal and/or murder!

[Henry] I want someone on the help, because I feel like we would have more control if we had someone on the inside, [Henry] And Henry does have a very forgettable face, apparently!!

[Joey] What are the staff wearing? Target red shirt, khaki pants? [Sammy] Perfect! Everyone will fall for it! Based on my experience wearing red shirts into Target!

[GM] I guess this does mean Joey misses an opportunity to dress up Henry. [Joey] *excited gasp* Wait, wait, [GM] What? [Joey] Sorry, this has nothing to do with anything that's happening right now in the roleplay, but I just suddenly realised that (1) when Henry got married, was Joey his best man, and (2) did Joey get to pick out his tuxedo for him [Henry] UHHHH... I feel like, Henry usually defaults to Joey for outfits and stuff, but he would hesitate a bit to ask his best friend who has an obvious crush on him to help dress for his heteronormative wedding!

[Joey] There probably is at least one of the wedding photos where Joey is insistent on standing very next to Henry -- while Henry's next to Linda! -- but, [GM] ...but also, Joey is here, [Joey] But also Joey is here. [Sammy] ...absolute disaster of a man... [GM] But the tuxedos look good! [Joey] Yes. Henry was properly fitted.

[Sammy] I don't want a full-- I don't want a freakin' fursuit, because-- [Henry] (FNAF in the distance)

[Sammy] But I feel like, since both White Rabbit and March Hare are, like, dapper rabbits, they could do something like, yeah, splicer mask and also a hat. [Jack] I mean, Jack's not opposed; Jack likes hats. [Sammy] Jack absolutely should have a hat, I agree. [Jack] He's getting so many hats! So many hats, and so many boyfriends, [GM] He can't be stopped! [Jack] >:3c He shouldn't be stopped.

[GM] I'm still just stuck on the phrase "Dapper Rabbits."

[GM] If Joey and Allison are talking further away, I guess it's moot. Though Allison did see Prophet Sammy! He changed in her room. [Sammy] Well, nobody explained him to her. Sammy just showed up the next day and hoped that we wouldn't talk about it, and then we didn't! It was great. [Jack] Sammy's over here, hoping that Allison is distracted by Joey so that none of this conversation is being listened to, [Jack] MEANWHILE, smash cut to the other side of the room, where Joey is explaining SillySam,

[Joey] A lot of Joey's lack of giving information was to keep her out of it, and not paint a target on her back... but now? She has a target on her back, so... Sure! You can also sacrifice yourself, for the greater good!

[Sammy] I'm sure someone in this party will thank Allison. It won't be me. But I'm sure someone will.

[Henry] Henry's already smearing his blood on people, he's gonna agree to whatever at this point.

[Sammy] DEFINITELY not a cult, now hold still while we put this guy's weird glowing blood on you, it's fine. [Jack] Welcome to the flock!

[GM] What does this mean for Prophet Sammy's sacrificeability rating on Henry, though? Now he's potentially long-term useful... [Sammy] I mean... [Jack] The Prophet isn't here so he doesn't need to know about this! [Sammy] ...I feel like, if something has greater value, then it's an even more impressive sacrifice. That's why you sacrifice an unblemished sheep, traditionally. If it's not a blemish-- [Sammy] Like, that's most of what he was worried about, like, “does this make you not fit for sacrifice.” But if it's actually a really cool thing, ...!

[Sammy] Sammy's nervous. [Jack] Jack is also nervous. [Henry] Henry is also nervous! [Jack] Oh, that's always a good sign, [Joey] Joey's going to be confident! [Henry] ...Of course he is. [Joey] Someone has to be! [Jack]...is he "Confident" or "Confident (Fast Talk)"? [Joey] YES. That last one. [Sammy] *muttering* That's the best we got, unfortunately.

[Sammy] If Jack or Henry express nervousness, Sammy agrees with them. If Pete is nervous, then Sammy will very aggressively say that Joey knows what he's doing.

[Sammy] Allison, don't use a spell to bind people's souls together in order to avoid crunch,,, [GM] You never know when something might be handy! [Sammy] I mean, [GM] Waste not want not!

[Henry] Does Henry have to draw in blood on himself...? [GM] No, Henry has a lot of his own blood on his person.

[GM] Aw, man, Bendy should've commented on the rabbit outfits! I'm sure he'd find that hilarious. [Joey] ...why...? [GM] WHY? It's just objectively funny! No additional reason is needed!!

[Joey] Joey will go through his notes, and confer with Henry and Bendy on, okay, shall we try this, and see if we can help Bendy as well? [Henry] Henry is down to try! [GM] Bendy is worried about Henry overexerting himself. [Henry] ...Henry is down to try!

[Jack] Worst case, Jack looks at the symbol, and then he can be seeing-eye rabbit for the rest of the group!

[GM] Norman wonders what the plan is! [Henry] Bold of you to assume,

[Sammy] We're having such a good sleepover! We did a weird blood ritual, and we're braiding each other's hair~ [Joey] Having a fashion show, [Sammy] Yeah! We went out and got clothes, [Jack] Can't believe Joey called a boy, [Sammy] Gotta ask Joey about the boy he likes... wait, no, don't do that. [Jack] I'd say it's time to play seven minutes in heaven, but I think we, we did that early. [Sammy] WE DIDN'T DO A VERY GOOD JOB,

[GM] Norman wants to see how this plays out. [Joey] Okay, well, try not to get sacrificed, then, [GM] He laughs, and thanks you for the advice! [Sammy] *Hypnos Hadesgame voice* "Try not to get sacrificed, okay?"

[Henry] Allison is very helpful, and not weird at all!

[Joey] We already have the banjo case full of ritual circles, and Joey would rather have the emergency circles than Sammy carrying around bOTTLES OF INK. [Sammy] WHY, WHY WOULDN'T YOU WANT THAT TO BE HAPPENING? WHAT WOULD BE THE PROBLEM WITH THAT,

[GM] Make a sanity check! [Jack] Wait, what's happening? [Sammy] Joey was trying to think too hard.

[GM] Sammy does manage to catch that there's a little-- next to the kitchen, when you go into the place where they're serving food, there's a sign that says "Sheep Shop" over it. And there's a person wearing a sheep mask, handing out food. [Sammy] OKAY, THAT'S FINE,,, I don't feel like Sammy has actually read Through The Looking Glass, so I don't know if he knows why this is happening. I think he's just concerned. [GM] Excellent. Ideal response.

[GM] And Joey has NEVER seen the symbol EVER because he's incredible at not looking at creepy symbols! Which you wouldn't expect. [Sammy] I'm sure Joey will put this in his autobiography.

[Jack] :/ No Hashtag Gay Rights at this party,

[GM] Seems to be another party-goer; in fact, you recognise the voice! [Joey] Ohhh. Kyle -- I don't know his actual name, but -- [Sammy] (Dennis!) [GM] (Yes, that's-) [Joey] -- Kyle.

[Henry] Henry is going to try to sneak up on Moonlight while he's distracted! [GM] OH! ...Okay! He's very distracted, Sammy just screamed! [excited noises from everyone beCAUSE NO ONE EXPECTED THIS] [GM] You successfully sneak up behind him! [Henry] I'm going to grab the staff! [GM] Make a Brawl check, with advantage! [Sammy] (He has SO many limbs that don't work my dude, you got this,) [Henry] That's a success! [GM] You snatch it! [Henry] I RUN!!!

[Joey] We're just both escorting Jack, now. [Sammy] Would you say Jack is late, for a very important date? [Jack] Well YEAH, his Face Removal was scheduled like 2 dreams ago!!

[GM] He'd have to roll for it, to see if it felt familiar to his trip to Carcosa. [Jack] Extreme success! [GM] Then he would pick up that familiar feeling! [Jack] Oh, nice and homey at this party! Really nice. Nostalgic! It's been a while. [Sammy] Hm, [Jack] Maybe he should go play the piano, for old time's sake! [Sammy] NO

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Third Research Scientist of Love Lab

Debut: Rhythm Heaven (DS)

Another post about a Rhythm Heaven character! There are so many Wacky Rhythm Heaven characters we can talk about. But it’s not every day we get to talk about Rhythm Heaven. It’s loosely attached to Mario, through WarioWare, but it’s just enough of its own thing that it is out of our field of view. This is not Super Mario’s Super Mario World. Getting to talk about Rhythm Heaven is a major event. We must savor the Funky Fridays we get to spend our elusive Rhythm Heaven points.

We’re using this Friday to talk about some dude in a squirrel suit.

He appears in Rhythm Heaven in the minigame Love Lab, which is actually one of my favorite games in the series! That’s right! I managed to get invested in a guy and a girl falling in love, something unexpected from my usual lesbian self. I can’t help it! I just love scientists. “Weird scientist” was like, my whole online persona way back in the day. (And besides, these two are both obviously bi. Look at them.)

Anyway that’s enough time talking about those two, they’re both regular humans and while I respect them and their relationship, they aren’t nearly as interesting as the third guy who is also there.

What, you didn’t notice him? Well, it makes sense, I suppose. (iiiiiii suppose, yeah!) He’s just off-screen, catching the flasks You’re throwing. They realized it would be dangerous if you were throwing around chemicals and no one was catching them, as if throwing around chemicals isn’t dangerous in its own right, so they added this guy, and since he’s barely visible, why not make him Wacky? You’ll be so busy paying attention to the cute scientists and good tunes that you won’t even notice him.

The guy’s fully-sprited, but is tough to notice in-game considering how off-screen he is. He is so dang off-screen. Fortunately, you can get a better look at him if you get the Try Again screen!

Yeah! Good job sucking at Love Lab! Your reward is Squirrel Man face reveal!

Or if you don’t want to ruin their relationship, you can just wait for the end credits where he also pops in during the cast call.

Hello!

We know very little about Squirrel Man, but I think that’s kind of the point. They hid the guy off-screen, he doesn’t have much lore, I think his entire purpose is just to exist and be weird, which I think is delightful. I like the philosophy of whoever decided this minigame about scientists falling in love needed some guy who always wears a squirrel suit.

At least, that’s assuming this is a squirrel. Could be a chipmunk. (though scientifically speaking, chipmunks are a type of squirrel)

The main reason I say squirrel is because “Science Squirrel” is apparently a common trope in Japanese media? At least according to Mod Chikako, I know Risukuma from Puyo Puyo and Himari from Precure as a couple examples. And Sandy Cheeks from SpongeBob, though that’s probably a coincidence, given that all the other examples have Japanese origins. If we’re to go with this, then that gives a little more explanation to this guy, but not too much. I think there’s still plenty of room to theorize what the heck this guy’s deal is.

And that is EXACTLY what I’m here to do! It’s half the reason I’m writing this post in the first place! Below the cut, is various theories about what this dude’s deal is.

1. He’s a furry, that’s his fursona.

Let’s get the obvious (and boring) one out of the way first, which is that this guy is a furry, that’s his fursona, and he always wears a fursuit for some reason. I mean, it makes some amount of sense, if we assume he’s that dedicated to the whole furry thing, then sure, why not wear his fursuit to the laboratory? The thing is, this theory is just such low-hanging fruit. It’s too obvious. Look at the guy. The explanation I think obviously has to be something weirder.

2. Genetically engineered Squirrel Man

This is probably the most obvious “more interesting” direction, and it’s not like it doesn’t make sense. The whole minigame is set in a laboratory, and if we take into account the characters’ blatant lack of lab safety, this isn’t your ordinary laboratory... Who’s to say there isn’t a bunch of weird science going on behind the scenes? I mean, one day they’re trying to figure out what love is, the next day they’re building a squirrel guy. Just your average laboratory shenanigans.

While it is stated in-game in the Lab Journal that he wears a suit, this is purely from the perspective of the green-haired girl, who is said to be new to the lab. Maybe she just thinks he’s wearing a squirrel suit. Maybe she doesn’t know the full truth.

Of course, I don’t think he HAS to be a squirrel man to be interesting...

3. Back on that comment about lab safety,

Full-body protection. While these other two are throwing around flasks full of chemicals without even wearing GOGGLES, this guy is making sure to protect every last inch of his body by wearing a squirrel suit. And maybe he’s wearing goggles under the suit, just for good measure!

Maybe this whole experiment wasn’t even about love, maybe it was about lab safety. Maybe this guy noticed how much his lab partners were smitten with one another, and were too distracted to pay attention to things like wearing proper gear in the lab. He theorized that their relationship had something to do with their total disregard for safety and he was right.

4. School mascot gone rogue

His uncanny full-body uniform is weird for a scientist, but perfectly normal for a school mascot. Maybe he was originally cheering on the university sports team, but eventually got tired of sports and decided to pursue a life of high science instead. Why doesn’t he take the suit off? Tough to say. Might loop back around to the lab safety thing.

Alternatively, in the Rhythm Heaven universe, maybe schools just have mascots for their labs alongside their sports. You know! To... help keep the science fair going?

5. He’s the one dude’s ex

The idea is that he’s simply the first scientist’s ex, they broke up on good terms, and so he still gets to stick around in the Love Lab. Does this do anything to explain why he’s wearing the squirrel suit? No, not really. Maybe the first guy just fell in love with the school mascot (see theory 4) and the squirrel guy just wanted to take interest in his boyfriend’s passions and so he signed up for a job at the Love Lab. And eventually they broke up but he decided to stay around the lab because now he was invested in learning about love. Something like that.

6. He’s lonely

Do you realize how tough it is to stand out in this world? And in a lab where everyone’s researching love all the time, how heartbreaking it can feel when you see everyone around you falling in love while you remain alone? He wanted to make sure everyone would notice him, so bam! Squirrel suit!

But that isn’t to say it was effective. If we go back to the Lab Journal, it took the green-haired girl three days to notice him at all, and he spends the entire minigame off-screen! Not even the CAMERA felt like keeping him in focus. Maybe if you see the squirrel guy at the Love Lab any time soon, you should give him a hug. Maybe he deserves it.

7. He Just Looks Like That

Some people just look like squirrels. It’s rude to stare.

Maybe none of these theories are true, maybe multiple of them are. We don’t know. We’ve never gotten much lore for this guy, but I’m kind of glad about that. This sort of intrigue breeds curiosity, and honestly the more wacky theories that can be proposed surrounding this guy’s existence, the better! It’s part of the reason I fall so in love with minor and obscure characters. You’re given just enough information to get an idea of what the character is, but are given a lot of room to let the creative juices flowing. That’s why I think Third Research Scientist of Love Lab is one of my favorite Rhythm Heaven characters. Congratulations!

[dustinnile]

Not-Deer? Not Here.

On today’s episode of the Diaries of D. Nile, your host Dustin (That’s me!) tackles the urban legend- some say cryptid- of the “not-deer.” For those unfamiliar, this not-deer is described as a mysterious creature native to the Appalachian forests- that’s in like, the Virginia area. Don’t worry, I had to look up the Appalachians too.

At first glance, the not-deer is said to appear as a normal deer. The simple explanation for that is because it is a normal deer. Case closed? Not yet. Sightings say there’s always something indescribably wrong about these not-deers that undeniably separates them from a normal deer. Some of the eye-witnesses I interviewed were very adamant about that distinction yet couldn’t provided any concrete or consistent details.

Some said that the proportions were off to an otherworldly degree. They described things such as; having a prehensile neck too long for its body; having knees that bent the wrong way; having hands instead of hooves; having decaying skin and flesh, especially around the face; or having eyes that were “too human.”

What are they putting in the water in Virginia, am I right? But I wouldn’t be much of an investigator if I didn’t check it out.

I’ll spare you the details of how I acquired my deer fursuit that I would use to investigate the woods. I figured it would be best if I fit in with the wildlife. The previous owner of the suit seemed to have been using it for... Something else.

I spent three days traipsing around the forests in pursuit of the elusive (read: fictional) “not-deer.” I had no less than two encounters with local hunters who nearly shot me (I guess the disguise worked?) but I was able to talk my way out of it. Maybe I was the real not-deer after all.

On the third day, I finally encountered a deer-like creature in the distance, standing unnaturally still in the moonlight. When it saw me, it stood on two legs like a human and I could see wicked claws instead of hooves on its forelimbs. It spoke to me in a language I couldn’t identify. Whenever I close my eyes, I still hear those alien words over and over and over and over...

I had seen enough. I hurried back to the good ole Monstery Machine (not because I was scared). I had gotten my answers and it seemed so obvious in hindsight.

The creature I had seen that night in the woods was clearly another person in a deer-suit. They were most likely investigating the rumors just like I was! Ironically, that’s probably what started the rumors of the not-deer in the first place!

Anyways, another mystery solved. Catch me next time on Diaries!