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screechingtrashcalzonewombat · 5 years ago

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"Apopalictic Astral Asending" Reavaluate disassociate my self worth...

The galaxies have birthed an uncontrollable being ....

I've feel as tho Ive seen myself split in two ..

Witch side do u wanna see if ur lucky I'll let you choose .

Cause in the end I loose..

One of hate one of love could both be from up above..

Or down below ...

I've began to show signs of delusions as half my mind goes an tells me it's only mild confusion. As my body fights my brain an heart to escape theys terrible illusions.

Yet the other half tries to start a fusion of body an mind an all the suddently my thoughts are no longer mine..

But a evil so Divine that its wound it's way threw time itself I've fealt the damage the energy dealt. I've yelped in anquish an pain been stuck for 7 long years in the rain with nothing to gain .. I can barely fathom to explain im not fully on earth I'm on another astral plane but i fear i flew out of my lane I've gone insane never wanted fame Ever fealt like bat man I mean oops Bruce Wayne. Nah fuck hes spoiled a wet rat infact I'm more like hulk duck when I'm near i wearly see I'm drowning inside my mind but no one can hear my dear I fear I've lost control again but cant compute I've been booted out of the system I've clawed hit an kicked to try to get to the top but i outta of known I've been ripped an thrown from my throne ive been shown what this beast can do but who woulda thought a demon bought my soul ..a jackal a goul.....you'll see me shift into numbness I suposse it was my own dumbness for being to open now cause of me my body an mind are broken an stole. as I weep an shutter an i try to speak but only stutter I found myself weak in defeat ....as ik this demon reaching its peak will plunder an pillage the town I've found I'm bound to this beast nowhere to run not north south or east I can run it will feast on my soul until the end of time ..

For diamonds cannot compare to the rarity of a soul nor a bowl of Ruby's an jems rolled in gold .....

A bold statement you say........

.. theres no ray of light here they stole it away buried it in your mind but how can u define being locked trapped in yourself ...

You've dealt your own fate ...

Wanting ansers u dint deserve ..

Did you like your just dessert's...no?

Dose it hurt ..... After you itll kill children's childhood freinds like bernie & eart ....whent bizzirk an bashed there brains makeing bloody rains

curking on everyone with cutlery forks an knifes* slice *cook big bird with chives after I've shanked him 900 times... 100 more woulda been devine serve him drink to dry alone cooked an ripped him to the bone but not quite alone u may not be home inside but u can still watch...I thought I taught u better than to close ur eyes dont beg or look surprised look away an I'll adopt another stray to do the same a slow sweet death cure's my hunger anyway

.the wines innocents blood bitter sweet to the taste of the tounge

no one thought it capable I seemed...looked ...so young..

They dint know it had just begun it wasn't me but the evil half committing crime with glee an fleeing repetavidly revealingly images to my mind of times & crimes so sickening I thought I'd die forever scetched seered into my mind .binded with no power as one towers over you using your power you cowar for how dose one define the disasbalment of there an every defined mind while ur inner demon dines on flesh making a mess of your vessel you cant even wrestle your way to the light to stay only break down in defeat that your so far away you've became an internal mess cant even stand on ur feet the beast has u chained in defeat u cry an apologize looking for answers as of how to stop.....an then...you hear a voice .." you outta stayed silent instead of talk back. U shouldn't of complained do u still think ur life used to be pain...... . Ur a sack of shit ur wit is less than that of an ant not to rant but I'm not done yet I have ur soul now I'm never letting go no no no I have plenty more so much to show many souls to reap an emotions to subdue after all u said yes.....

...did you forget ur the one who started this.

mess ......you dressed your mind with fantasy an fiction word to the wise never mess with other worldly friction an your itching for a way out but I doubt ull get there before the end of time .after all you had a devil an an angel on ur shoulder an you chose wrong this time. Only took 666 times but I'm patient an always waiting for 6 years hating an burning flesh waiting for a prayer a call after all Lucifer was once an angel an the most beautiful you just dint get to see from what angle he had beauty wrath an determination but u humans resulted in his isolation incarsorason. So now we will end up being humanity's enialation when were done there entire selves with evaporate for the demons have released self hate to pro create creatures in confidence we annihilate the fate of the human race at least the trace slight like us able to bust threw dementions so weve mentioned a start to find the inordinary soul an heart ......humanity was doomed from the start.. you stole our purpose our reason to be......humans sit in sin an glee.

Your humanitys Pride is overbearing never genuinely caring ..

Greed is sweeping the nation its reached ever state an it's got a hot heaping plate of corruption for mankind's consumption greed is grotesque in its steps of the darkest quest to corupt ur mind an want. .want..want until that's all you are is wanting more

Lusting over losely draped garments you've tarnished ur soul .

Envy of what you do not posses but for all you know that information an life would make you a mess but ud still test ur envious tendencies.....

Glutton glutton what have you gained it's not knowledge no for it's to plain rather glutton uve found a urge that wont go away....

Wrath an vengeance blood draw too no one stops till some dies him or you....

Sloth last but not least cant forget you cause uuuh wait what that fuck do u do....you sleep an sulk sit slither out of simple tasks an that's why ur not 1st no ur last like humanity just ask ....

So soon the day will draw near the the number 4 is what you should fear our dear old freinds were sending up for a visit so they can reddit ur fate for each a horse an a trait the first out the door with bow in hand riding a white horse with bow in hand

Conquest the start of the final test leading the restthere dark version of light on a white stallion he leads the way an soon will follow hades anyway.

War was next on a red steed he rode prepared to purge an quench new blood for the wars an battels would just begin brother against brother an close of kin witch to win?

Famine foe of all on a black horse with the courses hair so fair merely bone but dont let his appearance fool you hes for he is full devouring your greed taking away everything you want or need an now ur rationed to nearly starvation stretching farther than destination world wide sensation...

Pleage reaper of souls slowly apears steadly trotting riding a very sickly steed looking pale an almost gruesome green with sores an sickness best keep a distance. For he shall be the bringer of death an reap you all one by one to the four you shall fall...

Will you be spared are you true....

Are you happy with your life what did you do...?

Rapture no you still must die.....

Say good by to this earthy chapter theres so much more that manifest after.

But only your earthly husk must rust an fall your all energy of grate mass....

It's time to take the task of self evolvment an enjoy an enlightened installment

this world was just step wrench ur third eye wide open an accept the token of eternal life.

Grinded it to atoms a flash of dust all together ur a self fulfilling must memory pass u in a rush.....

. sudently ur bodysuit is gone ....

But it dint felt like it quite belonged.

You were 7 grams of light matter to be exact an sudently you've cracked the atmosphere ..steering energetic waves my metal psyche caves to the new information flying threw stars consolations.

Suddently speeding at the sound of light the stratosphere seems to disapear ..

My fear is gonewithout a trace an freedom transferred in its place

but am waved in infatuation to find out about out true destination...

Restoration of the soul the goal of a higher self being achieved as I crash into the sun 1500°

I feel a warmth like no other each being hues of light I might of missed earth if not I heard a voice but a mental push no need for speech just thinking it shall be done said by the the brightest in the sun.

Rejoice at last but ur journeys yet to pass ..

This is merely were you start ....

Our flames grew high with frantic waves not wanting to give up the new life we were just gave

Suddenly our flames grew dim as we felt a swirling deep from withn sudently the surface of the sun turned to tin an bent in a cracked an caved with itself our time an space sending us ascending in alignment the same assignment.

Because the sun has begun to change ina twisted way a black hole some could say.

As all of our astral beings were ripped an tore apart at the seams we all merged an formed one all knowing creative being an sudently everything I've know has little matter I'm past a point of human chatter i understand infinity the holy trinity I down in the milky way an experienced every life I've relived it twice I've spliced my genetics into over 2000 million beings I've seen good an bad in between experienced every tragedy to build my strength an studyd every thesis an theory thread an chain nearly drove my vessel insane even took knifes threw my veins in anger yet it failed I was just a trailer.ive seen love hate an anger

Comprehension compasing many others I have love an understanding past many beings there anger seems to brush by me cause I'm with 2000 souls an minds that have formed one to reach a state I can medidate in the milky way an force your negative away .

Our astral self has accumulated complete power an understanding by costuming to our full potential our old body's merely a rental.

Gentle at first then bursted into power showered in knowledge I know now much that I wondered before but now I want more an I've thought till I an 2000 shared beings head hurt cause my girth of knowledge will now never be enough it's tough cause now I must find .... how to ascend again but for now i must defend my vast mind defind crime ...?

Keeping 2000 vast voices locked away so I can focus an try to learn anyway leaning in to vast places is I the 1st 2nd or 3rd or other many plains I cant quiet place I'm traveling threw them all searching for everything I couldn't before .

This life isent like the countless other this life I like it has interesting teathers

I've surpass Angel's an there feathers an vison of a hawk.

I've surpass demonds and there demonic temping talk ..

I've walked on water as I was ripped apart an I felt my self rebuilt every cell of my being got hit with rods of power lightning not even myself can fight me god like abilities the universe as built in me theres ben a spiritual shift a tilt in me somthing generations of DNA sprawled out in a numerical display my old life experiences is the price I pay so that I can be god even if only for a day

I think I'll sit an think somewere in the outter spink of the universe I've cursed myself with knowledge an now I'm aware step into my astral space....

If you dare...

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tgai-spock · 5 years ago

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okay so before you read this a note - I wrote this before the BLM protests began

a second note, I had another almost identical slightly crazier version of this written before coronavirus. a minture of both and, bad judgement is leading my to post this.

consider this - the government is shit - why not just build a completely new one without even fighting to dismantle the other.

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Planned Land Name : Newski -

change available on suggestion of better name

When the Doctor was acted by David Tennent he had a line that stuck with me, all the ways we as humans could have decided to live, and this is what we choose. It wasn’t really a choice just a platform of life built over all the last ones, run with greed and fear, and a large portion of cruelty.

We took old models and added to them, and in a way if we continue this way we will deserve the destruction we get. On a singular basis most of us are mostly innocent, and yet, we won’t be for long.

I think now is the right time. Now its more blatant and obvious than ever before. Thirty years ago the government would have experimented on you, and left you for dead, without your consent, penniless. Before that they would have asked you to steadily walk into machine fun fire. The only difference now, is you know of that past. You don’t know of the decade that came next, or the one after that because it’s yet to be revealed. More information on this:

usa see:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unethical_human_experimentation_in_the_United_States

uk see

……..

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porton_Down

is all i can find, the uk had a wiki list just like the usa, half as long (USA IS LONG) just as bad. all on purpose. this was here.. someones.. removed the wiki article?? Someone please give me the link. It must be on the internet somewhere still. Is it just me or has this … been deliberately hidden. Hidden in favour of articles on corona virus ‘vaccines’ ah.

anyway, this isn’t news, or even the whole point.

The economy, our very life and being is currently ruled by one question, which is always answered, with ease and purpose. What’s more important money, or a human life? Money or hundreds of thousands of people? The money is now what it always was, money. The prime minister of the UK has sent pople with non-vital jobs back to work. Some of these people will catch corona-virus and die, as a direct FORCED action from the government, as it is no longer an ability for people with those jobs to choose to risk themselves, and their familys. They must work, earn money for the economy (endanger their family and possibly die) or they can stay home loose their job, home (and then die.)

But was there ever a different option? Yeah. Just like the current looming global warming crisis, they were told about possible plague outbreaks. Instead of preparing for a possibility, they closed their. We will face this again when global warming makes its first attempts to claim lives.… well honestly, we’re already well past the first few, but when it starts hitting younger people, when not only the old suffer. When the temperature outside reaches 50c do you think you will be allowed to stay in your air conditioned home? Now we know at least. Not only will you be forced into an environment made uninhabitable by rich greedy bastards, but you’ll also be forced to work on non-necesery jobs (umm actually this show store is necessary because it’s technically a garden blah blah blah. Rich people are bored at home. So now, you must die.

But who wants to go war? - Note I wrote this before the BLM protests, and honestly guys, I’m so proud of you but so many innocent people are dying. Gauge their eyes out. Eradicate the police. BLM! BLM!

Who wants to go to prison, risk losing their job, their free time (oh which every second of is ever so precious because of what they’ve done) who wants to endanger their family? (BLM, heroes but you don’t deserve that. Keep up the good work though. They say all the police in the USA are the ones who are burning cars. Burn the police. burn the police.

Anyway: Instead of forcing a shitty government who takes way too long to make changes what I instead suggest is - make a new city.

Like start in the uk and then spread out, keep architecture unique to the area

Goals:

The sustainable continued existence of humans

Land that is self sufficient for all basic needs food/water/energy/medical care.

Sustaining and cleaning the environment

Creating 3 years worth of food back up for every Newski citizen in the event of catastrophe (plague/war/large volcanic eruption, dalek attack, ect.)

Sustaining and helping endangered animals caused by human interference

Developing cures to diseases that attack animals/environment in nature

Developing cures to diseases and ailments humans experience

Researching and developing cure/coping mechanisms for mental illnesses.

To interfere in other cultures that do not allow their own basic rights, for all citizens due to race/gender/religion/sexuality. (I support all different countries having their own way of life, but I draw the line at where a ‘way of life’ injures other humans. Lets not pretend to make this question harder than it is. It isn’t a hard question to answer. Volcano going to blow up and wipe out an entire civilisation of people who can’t help themself? Then help them.

To interfere in other cultures that force child marriages of those under 18. (Yes that includes the law allowing 16 years olds to get married in the uk! You know who mostly uses that now? Pedophiles, and people forcing their children into marriages. Ideally I’d raise it to 21, theres no reason anyone under that should be marrying.

Researching and creating a defence system for earth (dangerous comets, possibly aliens, mostly comets)

To create a bunker in the event of a large catastrophe where one will be needed for shelter

Creating off world self sustainable, peaceful settlements, and making sure the billionaire don’t spread hell to outterspace- can you honestly say with full certainty the won’t bring back slavery? they might even act like its not slavery if they splice humans with some other species…

To continue developing

Living in Newski

Government:

Newski is managed by 1 King or Queen, and a small Government. (nnnooo don’t be put off by the word king it’s more like a prime minister)

The King/Queen title is passed on to people when they wish to retire.

The King/Queen may train as many people (apprentices) as they wish but they must choose one person to takeover.

In the event the King/Queen is lost before an apprentice is chosen it will be down to the citizens to vote in one of the apprentices.

A King or Queen that has chosen an apprentice may give them the title Prince/Kinglet/Queenlet.

A King or Queen may unchoose their Prince/Kinglet/Queenlet, if they feel they have made a mistake, unless it is proved they are intoxicated or suffering from a severe illness, such as dementia. Other illness such as depression although severe are not just cause for ignoring the King/Queen.

A King/Queen is not required to have biological heirs however, there is nothing wrong with them naming their own children Prince/Kinglet/Queenlet, as long as they have been through sufficient training, and have been educated.

The King/Queen may be removed of their crown, given the government first votes to it with a 100% agree rate, and the citizens then vote with a 90% agree rate.

Only King (me) may not be removed of their crown, no matter the government votes.

On the death of King (me) expect their return with another body- wow I had a whole paragraph here about resurrection. weird.

The King/Queen may be respectfully retired given the government first votes to it with a 100% agree rate, with scientific evidence to suggest that they have a strong illness relating to memory/reality such as dementia. They may keep their crown and should still be respected as such but they are no longer allowed to walk in on government meetings or throw people in the stocks.

A new King/Queen may then be voted in by the citizens from any of the previous nominated apprentices, or a retired King/Queen in good mind has the right to single rename themselves King/Queen, or narrow down the selected apprentices to five individuals.

The Government is set up of twelve people each individually voted. The King/Queen can choose one person who will enter the government regardless of vote. Citizens will be free to vote in the other 11 from anyone who has nominated themselves.

All government nominees will be asked to fill out a list of what they stand for, and do not stand for, to be published in one easy to read leaflet, next to every other nominee, so voters may understand 100% who they vote for. Nominees who have written that they 100% agree with certain ideas but then vote against them may be placed in the stocks for shameful behaviour. They may also be removed from the government if a fair trial proved they have deliberately and with no good reason changed what they claimed to believe.

The government is to be revoted every 3 years, and the process will take up only 1 month.

There is no limit on the amount of time someone is allowed to be in the government, however if they are in the government for 9 years, they must take a 9 year brake before being nominated again.

The King/Queen may nominate themselves for government, but they cannot vote themselves in.

For new laws to pass there must be a 75% agree vote between themselves.

All meetings between the government are open for the public to view, including ones discussing pandemics and catastrophe. Only meetings discussing an ongoing war may be closed of to the public if they deem it appropeit.

The King/Queen may sit on whatever meeting they wish, unless they are not in a sober state.

The King/Queen may force new laws or regulations they want to create to be discussed first on a daily basis. The government may then choose to vote in the law (75% agreeing to it) or suspend it for 1 week, but it must then be voted on. Only 1 person need ask for a law review to be suspended for a week to put forth the motion.

Justice:

Citizens have a right to fair trial.

King/Queen or Prince/Kinglet/Queenlet are only ones allowed to sentence people for up to 2 weeks in the stocks without trial or other humiliating duties for misdemeanours, given they or her guards are witness to it. Most people will be put through to fair trial, this law is only for if King Opusername is about when it is witnessed.

Laws of the land

Human rights exist, many of that already associated with UK right laws will still exist but with the following permanent addition, food, water, medical care, and electricity needed ensure environmental conditions and basic food.

Rice is out

Potatoes are in

You may purchase avocados and other not Newski food as a treat.

Exceptions allowed only for people with many allergies/intolerance where this is not personally sustainable.

3. Basic human rights for prisoners exist, more advanced rights such as the right to vote are not available to prisoners sentenced to life in prison. Humans in the stocks have a right to water and shade/jumpers, and a 30 minute brake every 2 hours.

4. Criminal justice can vary from stocks and other humiliating duties, to re - introduction to society- to life in jail, and banishment. There is no death penalty…. ….. …. … … .. .. maybe a request for some prisoners to do the honroable thing and kill themselves. (pedos and nazis)

5. Fighting is allowed, but only within the arena, fighting outside is a serious crime, and assault. - yeah i think we should bring arenas back. I mean boxing still exists but I want to see my neighbours across the road fucking hash it out in the arena, I’m betting on billy.

6. False news, or deliberately misleading news is forbidden, reporters caught writing articles with no previous source to suggest they thought they were honestly writing the truth will be banned from journalistic jobs, spend time in the stocks or humiliating duties, jail time, and face possible banishment for being dishonourable.

7. Everyone of the age 14 or over must attend town or government meetings for at least 1 hour, 6 times a year. The 6 hours may not be ‘spent’ with in one week. This rule does not apply to those in extreme mental or physical illness that makes this impossible.

Home Owning/Renting:

All land is rented through the King/Queen.

Some homes can be rented for a monthly amount, with normal renting rules applied.

Other homes can be (“brought”) “rented” for their entire value, for an unlimited amount of years.

“Renters” who had paid the full value of their home will have full decorating privileges of the inside of their house open to them, and the owning of pets would be down to them. The decoration, or painting of outside of the house must first be granted permission, unless it redo decoration that has aged. Only the removal/addition of walls must first be granted.

“Renters” who have gardens have almost full decorating privileges to plant, whatever they like, however they wish. The only exceptions come with:

Large tree to close to houses that could cause damage

Ponds (planning permission need but most likely granted)

Pools (probably not granted.)

Covering the land with cement if forbidden

Covering the land with plastic grass if forbidden

The use of gravel in small quantities may be granted (permission needed.)

Objects that can be moved, tables, are free reign.

“Renters” who have paid in full and wish to sell their home may only do so to the King/Queen, but it being brought back is guaranteed. “Renters” will receive in full what they paid for it, possibly with the addition of inflation, or more if it well decorated. If the house is in need of repair, major cleaning, or some objects need replacing they may receive less for it.

It is down to “renters” who had paid the full price of the house to look after the house, if however the roof or something similar that will cause major damage is in need of urgent repair and they refuse to have it repaired, repairing will be arranged for them and they will be billed.

Cleaning of the outside walls of the house will be free, and mandatory, as these are for aesthetic purposes.

Home “owners” can be removed from their home in the case that they pose a threat, or are wildly mistreating their home. They will receive their money back for it. This will only happen in the case where they seem dangerous, or leave piles of rubbish in their garden, or animal poop (in the case of their own dog, this does not apply to chickens or other smaller animals) for an extended time and, have ignored 3 warnings to clean up.

Royal Businesses :

All business can be rented or “rented” from the King/Queen.

If a business is shite, the King or Queen can shut it down.

If the owners are miserable bastards their business can be shut down. Listen, I try to use small shops occasionally, and I walk in to see some ugly sad miserable bastards, then I ain’t gonna come again bitch, am gonna go to fucking tesco see wanker.

Unless the owners have a mental/physical illness that makes them appear to be miserable bastards. - a fair and just king/queen. No one else is excused, with the exception of book shop owners, and librarians, I mean I’d prefer if you weren’t but you do you. No one else do you.

All people working around food must wear hair and beard nets. Why are fast food places the only places getting this right. stop being groesss!!

OTHER

Guilds

Fish

fish

….fish? fish guilds.

Fighters guilds.

The guards are like police- but they aren’t. ACAB!!! they’ll brake up a fight. help people with shopping, keep an eye out.

detective guild for crimes commited- like the guards are busy doing day to day stuff. It may sound extreme but imagine this. You are in the uk, your stuff is stolen. You phone the police. They come to your house, they give a nod and say, ‘yep thats stolen’ thats literally all that fucking happens. No police. just guards and detectives.

guards are mostly just going to be dragging drunk people to their homes, or holding incase they throw up and accidentally kill themselves.

mental health emergency guilds - listen, you can’t have a man in fucking armour to try and talk a jumper off a roof, or to help calm down a large man have a tantrum.

what if someone takes a jewellery store hostage? Thats… that going to need different different professional people, probably the outside/talking mental health worker would be better for that than any guard.

stop criminal scum - OR PAY WITH YOUR LIFE.- newski guard catchphrase.

other notes on why creating a self sustainable news is possible - it only takes 1 acres of potatoes to feed 1 person 3000 calories every day for a year. I mean.. i guess you could have some bread or something if u wanted...

also i know I'm totally gonna get roasted for this, but consider this, i spent a damn long time writing this

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abundantchewtoys · 6 years ago

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HS Epi: Meat p11 reaction

Is the resolution of the Masterpiece really going to fall in between pages about Jane & Jake's fake date?

Maybe not. Maybe we'll see something from John's perspective first, inside the house juju. Giving himself the retcon powers. Coming to terms about some things. But I suspect he won't be able to contact anyone. At least, it would surprise (and entice!) me if someone contacted him while he's hidden away so remotely in there... Speaking of contact, how did John intend to have read anything inside the juju without his glasses or contacts? You can only spend so much time squinting.

I also wonder what they'll do when they're let out. I mean, they haven't become any better at fighting, and LE has. John won't zap his friends, Vriska and Davepetasprite^2 away to confer in a more secure location, right? Assuming he still has his retcon powers by the end of his stay in the house juju.

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"That’s that, you think. Your glasses are broken forever, and you totally fucked up and underestimated young Lord English. Rose should have known better than to trust this to you alone." Well, I guess having a mental breakdown is one way to pass the time. I'd rather he had some sort of breakthrough instead, though. As for the glasses... Maybe a non-final death will restore them? Or by ascending to his Ultimate Self god tier. Whatever that'd do to his personality...

"Rose, Rose... your smart, amazing friend Rose, you can almost hear her voice now.

> Listen closer, jackass." ... Ah, so Reload Rose and the others can still talk. Their jails neighbour each other after all - they represent the four blocks of the house - but I didn't think it'd be enough for them to confer. Though, I rather think they're limited in what they can do in here, right? Unless... Unless by being in the house juju, they can influence some things inside the plot, still put some things in place so some time loops are fulfilled and stuff is prepared for bringing down LE!

Pretty sure they're barred, narratively, from performing a jail break, though. :P

Ya know, I've talked about the sentiments behind the narrative prompts before, and I just now realized that the kind of intruisive, inflammable language they use are a throwback to Homestuck's narration, since now that we have this POV-type story, the language there in is more shaped towards the person in question.

"You’ve only realized right now that your cell has walls, because it’s awfully bright in here. It’s so white that nothing in the cell is casting a shadow. Looking around, you realize there is no apparent source to all this bright light, making it hard to tell where the floor ends and the walls begin." Oh, I figured it was dark for him, but yeah, the house is white. Maybe the jail cell looks to each as what their idea of being imprisoned in a house-shaped object should be like, and proportions of the space go to match that? Hence why John can't yet tell the floor from the walls, he's got only an inkling of an idea. :P

"JOHN: yeah, i’m here. ROSE: Oh, thank goodness. Everyone’s accounted for then." Hah, John spaced out while the others reconnected. Nice. I'm interested to see what ideas Rose will bring to the table.

So it all comes back to four kids, standing idly in separate rooms, huh. :P

"Are you okay? JOHN: what? ROSE: Are you OKAY?" Okay, either the walls muffle the sound of John is like "this situation does not warrant the use of the word 'okay', rose. 'okay' is definitely not how i would describe us being right now."

"JOHN: i think so. i can barely hear you though.

You can hear a thud from Rose’s corner, like someone slumping against the wall in relief. Well, that’s what you’re doing at least." That's pretty much all she needed to hear right now.

"DAVE: this is kinda dorky to say out loud but i dont DAVE: feel... time" ... They're cut off from all their aspects now, are they? That'd just make them ordinary people. :/ Or maybe it's in reference to time outside of the juju passing way faster, relatively.

"DAVE: thats not just me right you guys feel it too DAVE: or dont JADE: yeah JADE: i mean theres obviously space inside this box but i cant do ANYTHING JADE: its like im blind" ... Okay, so I'm left to wonder. Would the egg sword and Jade's First Guardian powers still be usable? I'm assuming Dave had it out, so even if their sylladexes are inaccessible they might be able to do something.

"The noise outside the juju grows. Something sharp and metallic splinters above and rains down on the top of the chest." That isn't something to do with the pirate party finding the chest in the dreambubbles... So then, what? Did the B2 kids do something with the chest after exiling (excorcising? ... INcorcising?) Caliborn into Lil Cal?

Blaperile has a good point. Do all the soul splices inside Lil Cal experience this in the same way? ... Do all the soul splices in LORD ENGLISH experience this in the same way?? In the sense that the mobster is just a prison they can't escape or influence?

"ROSE: What did my future self say it was we had to do? JOHN: erm... she never rea—" Oh this is going to be so embarrassing.

"The metallic noises rain down harder, drowning out Rose’s attempt at being loud." ... It's that the noises are metallic, otherwise I was almost beginning to think it was more like the white noise. And that would have made me think of the Scratch. That would sure be something though, if the B2 kids initiated a Scratch of Caliborn's session. Actually, what if that was how Alternate Calliope's timeline came to be...

"JOHN: NOW I CAN’T HEAR YOU! JADE: TRY USING LESS WORDS

The length of the silence coming from Rose’s corner communicates just how difficult a task that is for her." Pfffffffff. Incoming character development for Rose: being concise.

"JADE: WHAT????? JOHN: I KNOW IT’S ALL A BIT ABSTRACT, BUT... JADE: NO, I JUST CAN’T HEAR YOU! DAVE: JOHN YOU SUCK AT YELLING JOHN: UGH!" Pfffff, I thought John would be better at yelling coherently, being Karkat's counterpole. ... Blaperile points out the similarity with Karkat sucking at whispering. XD

"Now you understand defeating young Lord English was never supposed to happen. Not the way Adult Rose was implying it would. You surmise the other four teens remaining outside the juju were the ones meant to be tasked with his defeat." It just sucks that John has to come to these admittedly wrong decisions by himself and couldn't have been given more information to work with.

"And judging from the cacophony still emanating from beyond the walls of this house and its confining chest, they are taking the task seriously." Okay, so the B2 kids' fight is still going on. Still unsure what the metal sounds could be about though. Aside from Dirk hacking at the chest with his unbreakable katana.

"But what does this mean for the four of you?" John, don't lose hope, you said it yourself, you'll be unloaded... some time.

"You try to picture what’s going on in the battle outside, but it’s not easy.

> Use your imagination." Of course, the house juju's powers run on imagination! :P No, wait, he's just going to give us his idea of the proceedings of the rest of the Masterpiece. Sadly, he doesn't have any clay at hand. :P

"The coolness of the action in your mind’s eye is belied by the actual sound effects booming all around you, which you can only describe as vaguely stupid." Welp, guess the bar of wedgies is still being cleared only marginally.

"There’s a lot of hysterical screaming, which, if you’re not mistaken, is coming exclusively from the male combatants. ... Well, Dirk IS living and breathing anime. :P

"Almost as if an outrageous bubble of pure Hope were enveloping the stage, is how you would describe it if you didn’t mind sounding ridiculous." Hah, John still doesn't believe in the application of Hope.

"Then you hear... it can’t be. Horses?? No, not simple horses of flesh and bone. These horses are metal, if we’re to believe they’re horses at all." Oh! Right, Arquiusprite summoned those Metalhoofs. Well, that's what I picture they were, Caliborn represented them with metal horse figures... But perhaps he even created robo-centaur butlers and the like. *shivers*

"You figure no one will ever truly know what’s happening out there. You doubt anyone would even be able to handle how incredible the raw, unfiltered account of this teen brawl actually was, so it’s probably for the best." Welp, and we were doing so well just now. :P Eh, it seems the battle unfolded pretty much exactly as foretold, only with some of the more stupid details removed, curtousy of Caliborn's impatience with stupidity. Which in this case might not have been entirely bad. :P

"you overhear Dave from one of the rooms below you, raising his voice to speak to either you or someone else." Right, they are not all on the same level, since it's a house-shaped prison. Uh, but wasn't Dave supposed to be in the part of the house with the extra window? It's been too long, I probably misremember. Oh, wait, yeah, they went through the fourth wall via one of the bottom panes, and it stood for Dave. Never mind.

"Once more you ruefully reflect on these teen versions of your friends, and all the questions they must have for you. For each other. What would you even say to them?" The responsibilities of an adult, John never expected they'd be this hard. He must be growing more appreciative of what his Dad went through with him without even knowing it.

"You’re not even sure you could handle it, if you were Teen John. You’d have too many follow-up questions, which Adult John is in no way prepared to answer." Still, I wouldn't mind a little one-on-one between Johns. A John-on-John, I suppose. In a serious way, nothing from the animes.

"Would you tell them about Terezi..." Oooh, does he suddenly get an idea, thinking of Terezi? Can't say I think they can do anything to contact her from inside here. Hmm, but earlier, Blaperile thought about what the B2 kids could do with the juju chest, whether they might try to get the others out. That's assuming Caliborn didn't captchalogue the thing, though. Still, it would be something if they could defy what's been foretold and unload the house early, maybe load it with a real surprise for LE.

"For some reason her name feels like nails in your heart. Makes sense, you guess, cause there’s a lot of sharp letters in it. She had sharp teeth too, and sharp elbows. Sharp words." Ahhhh, so we get to see what black romance feels like to John. Looking pretty sharp, apparently. Still, her sharp intellect could've come in handy here. It's a good thing chances are good they'll meet again, I'm sure post-victory Terezi has an important role to play yet.

"Terezi Pyrope was a sharp girl, and maybe what these sharp feelings are trying to tell you is you miss her more than you realized." Well, John has already acknowledged his feelings about Roxy, guess it's time for the other side of the two-headed coin now.

"She wouldn’t have let you neglect relationships with certain friends for so long that you missed whole chapters of their lives. She wouldn’t have put up with you moping around with the salamanders for so long. She would have kicked your ass for being such a loser about everything. She would have poked you in the forehead and called you insufferably lame and told you to pick up the damn phone. You would have called her a weirdo and pretended you hated it, and maybe you would even have believed you hated it. But now, sitting here in this little white cubicle, contemplating your regrets, you don’t think you’d have hated it much at all.

Would you tell the teens that?" Oooh. Very good point, actually. Even if John really only knows that version of Terezi from talking to her on two separate days separate by three years, she had a real impact on him. Granted, they also kept contact on WhatsApp as well in Universe C, but during the session was when their interactions bloomed. It'd probably be a stretch for Meat to end with John retconning the post-victory timeline to include Terezi on Earth, with him, right? After they defeat Lord English first, of course. Oh, right, she was there for two years before leaving... somehow. I kind of forgot. Still, five years would've made a difference in where John ended up by the start of the epilogues.

"JOHN: am i... depressed??" ... Well. Well, as far as growing self-awareness goes, this might be a very big development! Yes, it does seem that John has become listless on Earth C. Mostly it seemed to have to do with the absence of his Dad. But maybe he'll have other ideas about that, like his misfortune in matters romantic.

"as it turns out, you are really fucking depressed. You’re just a giant, wet meat sack of self-involved misery, and all that big, wet, meaty ooze drips out your mouth every time you open it. All the time and space in the world isn’t making it better. It’s something you should have been doing for yourself, instead of waiting around for things to get better." Wow, John. I suppose things will get a little harder for him, now that he's realized this about himself, but I hope he'll find a way soon out of this mess. And so, that's what he's been doing on Earth C, just waiting for things to get better. And no-one picked up on it, not even the other people close to him that bordered on depression before? Like Jade? He really alienated himself...

"Well, screw waiting! It’s boring as hell! You are JOHN EGBERT, after all, immortal CREATOR OF WORLDS, the one and only man ever to completely transcend the partitions of CANON ITSELF. You’ve got these powers, remember?" Well THAT's a sudden surge of RESOLVE if I've ever seen one!

"You hold up your hands and form a rectangle with your fingers and reach outside yourself, outside canon, to the place your retcon powers come from. You focus. You strain. You contemplate with all your might a place you can zap to, any place but here." There's no place like home, there's no place like home! :p Kind of wondering if he'll succeed though. He might be cut off from his powers. But if not, canon is his oyster.

"You wait. And wait. And wait and...

Nothing happens.

You slump back down against the wall" Welp! He tried.

"JOHN: THE ONLY WAY OUT OF HERE... JOHN: IS FOR US TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO LET US OUT. JOHN: SORRY GUYS. ROSE: OH." Anyone up for a game of "I see I see what you can't see"?

"JOHN: ALSO... JOHN: I THINK I MIGHT HAVE DEPRESSION?" Well, at least they won't have a lack of stuff to be talking, sorry, yelling about. Rose might be partially delighted to pick at the brains of an adult John, in fact.

#homestuck #upd8 #homestuck epilogues #homestuck liveblog #reaction #spoiler alert #john egbert

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mysticmysterywrites-blog · 6 years ago

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Prompt #10

So recently, I revived one of my roleplay from the dead and started gaining replies on it.

The premise was the whole "Two characters getting experimented on" One, and if you dig you can probably find it. However, I think now I want to focus on the doctor character. Kind of. The other two characters are still in the prompt (And hell, will absolutely crop up later, no matter the direction this goes)

Shohel is a man with bleached blonde hair that curls at his chin, toned skin and bright blue eyes. The look on his face is almost constantly one of boredom, and he somehow nearly alway manages to keep a straight face. He's not exactly, in this business to be cruel, but : > that gets touched upon in prompt.

Emer has ashy brown hair, with blue eyes and dark toned skin. She is about 20, but "Is wise beyond her years." Or so she says. She can fuck with technology and dig into the internet and shit, and her powers are as cryptic as she is. Nari has dark skin, with hair pulled back in dreads. He has scars from the time he spent forced to fight, and more wolf like features. Like, his entire experiment was that he was bred to be part wolf. He's 22 at the start of this roleplay.

You can be anyone. Another scientist that's cornering him, attempting to dig information out of him? Maybe they suspect he isn't quiet natural, and are encountering him about it? Or perhaps they really are just the new patient he's suppose to be assigned, and they're about to get caught up in a hell of a lot of bullshit. Regardless, about half way through the conversation at some Random Time, the lights are going to go out, and all systems Will Go Down. That is absolutely Nari and Emers doing, and the plot will go from there.

Doctor Shohel Essa was a simple man.

He was 32 years old, had a fine government job that many were clawing to get at, and was well on his way to climbing the ranks up in the company he worked for. He didn't have a husband yet, but he had the sinking suspicion the man he was seeing was going to propose to him sometime soon. He had no biological kids, he didn't speak to his family anymore, and what little friends he had were met online or through work.

And he..

Well. He didn't quite know what he was doing with his life, anymore.

He was assigned to the first one when he was 22.

He'd been such a small thing for a 14 year old. Constantly falling into coughing fits and struggling to keep himself up and alive. Quite frankly, he probably shouldn't have been alive. He'd been born here, raised here. An experiment on splicing genes together, and keeping them stable. The fact that he hadn't died by the time he was ten was a miracle in itself, let alone at least have gotten cancer or something. However, he was strong, far stronger then he'd given him credit for.

"Stabilize him," They'd demanded, watching him with a steady gaze.

So he did.

It took test after test, but eventually he found the source of the instability. Really, he should have seen what would come of stabilizing him. But he was young, and wanted so badly to impress his employer enough to stay. He'd only been an intern, until then, and really still going through school. He'd been his first real assignment, and first REAL success. And they loved it.

And yet, In a way, he regretted stabilizing him as quickly as he had. Because within the year, they were throwing him into pits to have him fight, training him to be a weapon he'd never ask to be. He'd come back with so many scars and bruises, and he'd only have the silence to defend himself as he patched the boy up. He wasn't meant to be a fighter. They wanted to badly for him to train some kind of aggression into the boy, but he didn't have a mean bone in his body.

So, he simply let life go on, and pretended to ignore the guilt that chided in his gut.

She'd been assigned to him not even 2 years later.

She'd been the same age as he was when he'd been assigned to him. Two years younger. However, her eyes held a sort of wisdom that held knowledge far beyond her years. It had startled him a bit at first. She looked at him with eyes that told him she knew everything about him. And really, she probably did.

(She'd tell him later, that she could dig through the technology, mind alone. That every bit of 0 and 1 meant something to her, personally. She had all knowledge she could gain access to with a computer. For better, or for worse.)

They'd told him to be careful with this one. "She's powerful. Too powerful for her own good," The woman hadn't bothered to look up from her clipboard as she spoke to him, flipping through file after file as she did, "She doesn't look like much, but with a snap of her fingers she could probably take down all of our security systems. Keep a close eye on her, got it?"

To a degree, she wasn't wrong. However, she wasn't exactly the strongest he'd met physically. Her power came from what she could do to the air around them- The electronics around them. So, in the end she was less dangerous and more or a pain in the ass.

"Look," He'd pressed fingers between the bridge of his nose, staring down at his the blank screen of his tablet, "I don't have much a choice here. If you cooperate with me, I'll have you in and out of here in no time."

"You have a choice on everything," She corrects, voice steady and so, so certain. Her legs kick out, and she leans back, "Besides. I don't want to go back. Theres nothing to do."

A rough sigh, "What, do you want a book?"

A grin, "Please?"

Working with Nari had been like working with a panicked riot that didn't know how to calm. He was just, so constantly anxious, his eyes flickering about and ears moving up and down. He held the type of nerves in his eye that only someone who'd gone through years of trauma and pain could attest to. And really, for a while he had to stop himself from digging through files he didn't belong in. It took maybe five years of working with him, but around that time was when the guilt really began to settle into place

And when he found him sobbing in his room at 5 in the morning, waking up from a nightmare, he had to ignore the gnawing sensation in his gut that he very well knew the cause of it. Instead simply offering him a soft, calming rub of the shoulder.

His work with her was slow, and quiet, and sometimes he just sat down to have a conversation with her because he could. Comparatively to Nari, working with her had been a peasant stroll. He knew it had everything to do with how she came here. He'd been raised here, tested on all his life. She'd come in, her powers an enigma that none of them knew what to do with. He was, built for his life, and she was born through it.

And when he found her wandering throughout the halls at 3 am, door to her room carefully deactivated and cameras around the area purposefully turned off, he didn't ask questions. He turned a blind eye as she dug through their files, studying all the experiments they were doing time and time again. And when she admitted she could shut down their systems, all of their camera's and electronic locks, and simply open the door without setting off an alarm, he got her hot chocolate instead of writing it in her file.

The girl had been 16, and boy 18 when something clicked into place.

"I have a crazy idea," He'd told his administrator, tapping his clipboard carefully as he had, "And you need to hear me out on it."

They were placed within the same room within the week.

They worked well together.

She calmed him down, carefully had him interacting more and more with the rare person he'd encounter. He gave her someone to balance herself on, forced her to show some kind of emotion. They forced eachother to flourish.

They'd forced themselves to grow.

However, the two of them made their company. Nervous, they said. They didn't like how defensive they got over one another. Didn't like the fits she'd throw if he came back drugged and sick, didn't like that he'd fall into panic attacks if he was left alone. It was only natural, he'd think. They'd only ever had eachother, so it was natural for the two of them to get close. But it forced him to think. Forced him to really, truly realize the difference in how he saw them, compared to his coworkers. He saw them as people, and they saw them as tools, and it was just.

That.

"I don't think he should be fighting anymore," He chewed against the base of his pen, looking down at the file he'd been given about the kids injuries. He'd been placed up against someone who could move the earth under their feet, and had his arm crushed under the weight of the earth. It had been an unfair fight. And really, all of them were unfair fights. They wanted them to be weapons, wanted the most powerful. But sometimes, they just, didn't focus their energy where it belonged. Didn't see that they were forcing them to-

"Oh?" The woman raised an eyebrow at him, smooth and curious, "Are you concerned for him."

"No. I just don't think that a killed experiment is a useful one," The words felt bitter on his tongue, but he managed to continue despite himself, "We wanted to test his limits? We found his limits. Its having his arm crushed under a boulder.

She stared at him, well into his eyes. But, inevitably, she would just nod her head, "Very well. We'll take him out of the ring then."

He breathed easy.

See, the thing about spending so much time with someone is that you begin to pick up on things about them.

He'd spent years with these two. He knew that Emer had taught Nari morse code, and that the way their fingers always touched carefully against skin was an excuse to fall into silent back and forths, or that their gazes and blinks were just another way of communicating. He saw the way Nari's eyes always glanced to the camera when he was alone, checking to see if any of the movements were foreign and jagged. He saw how nervous Emer got when Nari tested alone, the way her leg would bounce and jump up and down.

He saw the way Nari flinched back when he was too quick to lift a his tools, saw the way Emer glared at other doctors that tried to get too close. He saw the way her hands twitched into her gown when she lied, or fingers weaved through her hair when she was nervous. He saw how Nari quietly began to get a bit more snippy and confident in talking back to the other doctors, saw the way bitterness turned to rebellion in his eyes.

He saw so many things in those two, and

He didn't

consider the fact that it went both ways.

"Shohel," Emer stared at him.

He looked up at the cameras, dot that was normally bright red now eerily gone. The normal buzz and whirl of the computers around him had fallen silent, and the doors had clicked shut.

"Emer. Turn it back on."

"I have a question," Her voice was steady. Calm. A type of control he only ever imagined having. However, within second the illusion was broken, when her next words were sharp, and filled with the kind of worry only a close friend could have. It felt foreign. Wrong. After everything he'd put the two of them through, to hear the worry fall from her voice for him,"And- I don't want /you/ to get in trouble for it."

He took in a breath.

"Alright"

She stared him, directly in the eye, "You're like us, right? Nari says he could smell it on you. I can feel it in the air around you. You're like us," She leaned forward, head in her chin, "So uh. Why are you over there, and not in here."

His throat dried.

See, it was easy to lie to himself.

It was easy to go about some arguably mundane life, and put a few more lives in the line, and hide from his own supposed sins. It was easy to lie to himself as to why he'd always turned a blind eye to their attempts to hide their powers,

It was less easy to lie to himself when he feel asleep, and he found himself walking amongst the waking. It was far less easy to lie to himself when objects had shifted and moved around him throughout his childhood. When he could life himself off the ground with such care and precision that he might as well have been a feather floating through the air. When he could throw a person across the room without much a second thought. It was less easy to lie to himself when he believed he had all of it under control, when he thought, for just a second, that he was attempting to understand himself, not hide himself.

Hm.

"What do you mean your switching my charges."

"Your work with them isn't giving us results," The woman had shrugged, "And really, at this point I don't think theres much more work that can be given. 306 - 79's arm prevents him to be of any use to us, and 589 - 04 simply refuses to cooperate. You know as well as I do that it's.. dangerous to keep them around, and especially together. And ripping them apart? Even worse of an idea."

"Ma'am, no offense," He'd grit his teeth, ignore the way the pressure seemed to drop in the air around them, "I've been working with them for nearly a decade now. Hell, I HAVE been working with patient 306 - 79 for a decade," Had it really been that long? He had to avoid pinching the bridge of his nose, "And Eme- 589 - 04, She just needs someone that will work with her. Theres a reason that she doesn't work well with any of the other doctors -"

"Doctor. Theres nothing else I can do for them. Their time is up," He felt his heart freeze, stomach drop, "We really would like to keep you on our team- Really. You're brilliant, and you could /thrive/ given more cooperative subjects. We want to put you on one of our other experiments. For example, there is a young girl that freezes the air around her, or a boy that can supposedly speak to the dead. Really, with your current position in the company you could take any other charge under your wing. Why these two specifically? What's so special about them?"

He pursed his lips.

Doctor Shohel Essa was a simple man.

And he.

Needed out.

He'd been distracted as he considered it all day. Consider him selfish, maybe, but he found himself unable to care that, within the day he'd be meeting a new subject that he was suppose to be assigned to. Hell, he'd purposefully picked them, having seen the way that their current doctor seemed to treat them. But, he couldn't bring himself to CARE.

It had been something he'd been so, so hesitant to admit to himself, for the longest time now. They were like his children. They weren't even ten years younger then him and-. Hell, the man he was dating had the same age gap as he had with Nari (Fuck, that was weird to think about) But he'd basically raised them, and he would die for them time and time again. He'd done so many God-Awful things to them, and they were like his children. And having them ripped away from him felt- It was-. He could get them out. He could leave. It would cause a lot of shit but..

His head spun for a moment, and eyes narrowed down at his click board. And for the fifth time in the last 5 minutes, he struggled to read what was on the paper. It was fruitile. He needed to just, get through this meeting and figure out some kind of plan. Really, of all the patients he'd ever encountered, he highly doubted that /Emer/ and /Nari/ would be the ones to fight leaving. He just needed to figure out how to get them out...

Quietly, he reached up with his card key and tapped it to the door, then quickly typed in the code to the door. 5649. This was where he was suppose to meet his supposed new charge, after all. "Sorry for the wait," He didn't bother to look up from his clip board, attempting to force his headspace back into reality, "I got caught up in a conversation with a co-worker. Its nice to finally meet you. My name is Doctor Essa, and starting today I believe I'll be your main physician and Scientist."

#Cherubplay #science experiment

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cutecats2017 · 7 years ago

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Story time... but I would really really really appreciate it if someone with experience would help me. I love this unique cat and I want to help her. I've stopped this behavior before by myself without my parents knowledge, but I don't know how I could possibly fix it this time. Some background... (Disclaimer: the following contains comma splices, strange grammar, and little organization since I wrote it all in one take. I'm not going to fix it) We got Canyon from Cloudland Canyon, and she was only a year old but already pregnant because of other male ferals in the area. She lost the kittens and almost died, but 9 years later she is still with us. About a year ago she began peeing in my dirty laundry basket. At the same time (months before she began peeing), she also became much less introverted and began loving me a lot more. She would always be on my bed, and something she had never done before until then was crawl up onto me. Well, she started peeing on them. I kept quiet about it at first because I know cats have much different reasons to be being than humans do. Often this behavior is due to stress, and often it is due to companionship since their pee is their "mark". I believe it was both at that time. My other cat, Sherlock, is very attached to me and gets jealous of things like my phone or my ps4 controller, so naturally he would begin picking on her when she started coming to me more and more for love. Cats don't really understand what clothes are, for all she knew she was peeing on my old colorful removable skins that would end up in the trash someday. She also started out of stress because of the dog and cat picking on her. Kind of a "she is mine" statement in the animal world. My solution wasn't to punish her, there is no way a cat is going to understand your message if you shove their face into their own pee. My solution was to close my door, all the time. It happened about once after the first time, and stopped for a while. The aggression of the other cat and dog towards her became progressively worse and worse. It increased in magnitude and frequency over a few months, until finally she peed in Sherlocks favorite sleep spot (besides my bed) and our dogs bed. That is more of an outright statement, "fuck you, I pee on your nest". She has always had so much anxiety, even when she started realizing after so many years that she didn't have to quickly pitter patter away when someone walked up to her. You can just tell these things by the nuances of how they act and interact with their environment. Like the dirty clothes basket thing, I had a solution to this too. I closed my door to stop her the first time with the clothes, so this time I was going to crack down on the animals every time they ran after her or assaulted her. If Sherlock ran after her and tried to claw her hind legs, I'd push him out of the way and stand between them. If my dog barked in her face and intimidated her, I would immediately pick Canyon up and give our dog the good old "NO! NO!" After a while, their harassment dialed down exponentially, and she never peed on their stuff or our stuff again. We moved. Canyon has moved houses before when she was only four, so she wasn't cowering in a bathroom for days like she was on her first move. My parents decided to give her a second chance and let her be inside. I wanted her to do it, not screw it up. I made sure my parents weren't flippant about not closing their bedroom doors, and I made sure that the room she felt most comfortable in was the living room so that she wouldn't pee on the couch. We have been here about a month, still boxes in most rooms and paint jars throughout the house. This was the first time she peed on anything in this house, and it was today. My mom was gone and I decided to do my laundry even though I barely had any. I picked up my parents throw blanket that they were using to sleep with (no sheets on the mattress), and what do I see two very sizable pee blobs perfectly aligned on both my mother and my fathers side of the bed, right there their torsos would be since thats where most of the scent is. I had mixed emotions, one one hand I was angry that she was doing it again but I understood that the reasons were much more complex than I would be able to pinpoint. On the other hand, my parents are the ones who practically invited it to happen by removing the door knob to their room. I have no idea why they took off the door knob, but now their door opens so easily that a dwarf hamster could push it open if it tried. I immediately began cleaning it, and tried to absorb most or all of it with baking soda before my mom got back home. It was too late and she walked in on me cleaning it. She was going to find out anyways, but I wanted to have a discussion about it instead of her becoming positively livid and yelling at both me and Canyon even though that fixes nothing. She picked her up by the scruff and pushed her face so hard into the pee that she couldn't even struggle.Now. I'm not saying that I shouldn't be more angry and I'm not saying that my mom shouldn't be angry. My mom does not care about this cat, she just told me so. Thankfully I remember the exchange word for word. "This is a problem deeper than what it looks like to humans on the surface. It's something that she needs help with, its psychological and shes a member of the family like (dog) and (cat) are" "I don't fucking care. I've been supportive of her since we moved (she hasn't), but it's too late now. I hate that damn cat, I have for longer than shes been peeing on things. She's never coming inside again"So, I have a mother who doesn't care about and hates one of our pets (not to mention that she doesn't truly care about her own dog in the way most owners would. She treats the animals like objects, not equal beings inside animal bodies and brains), and I have a cat that is now probably going to run away like she has done in the past because she feels hated by everyone in the house except for me.HOW do I fix this. There is probably a physical problem that is also causing it, but theres no way in hell my mom will ever spend money to get her diagnosed much less treated for something. I pointed out to her that they did not keep their end of the deal (we actually all made a deal to keep our doors closed so she couldn't do this. I'm usually the one who has to close the doors when I walk past them. Closing the door didn't do anything though since they removed the doorknob) but she doesn't care about that. All she cares about is punishing a cat for something that Canyon and herself don't even have a mutual understanding of. My mom doesn't give a damn about the why of it, she only cares what of it because shes quick to anger and never cared about the why when it came to any of our animals in the first place. I would get it if she was left outside for a month or so even though that would make her anxiety and reasons to pee on stuff worse, but the way they treat her has always been bordering on negligence and near cruelty. Just to give some context as to how they treat the pets: We used to have a cat that lived for 19 years. In the last two years of his life, my parents NEVER let him inside. This frail black cat was forced to face whatever weather elements came his way every single day. His black coat would get burning hot in the summer. In the winter he would seem like he was slowly dying (he actually died out in the freezing cold, a black cat dying on halloween, spook!). Any time, and I mean any and every time they left the house, I would bring him in and give him attention. Clean him, pet him, let him sleep inside. The moment their car would pull into the driveway I'd run outside with him and put him down. No one would replace his food any time except for me, even when ants were swarming it.Ok this post is just tangent after tangent.TLDR; I want to help this cat because I want her to be happy and anxiety free. She has so much life in her when she opens up, but my parents and the other animals are just so oppressive and intimidating to her that she is constantly feeling like shes forced into a corner. No wonder she is exhibiting aberrant behavior and marking on things. My mom thinks she is helping her by yelling "NO!!" Really loud when one of the animals starts picking on her, and even though this makes them stop sometimes, it also scares the shit out of Canyon and she probably thinks it's directed at her. Thats the farthest my mom has ever gone to help her with her anxiety. I just need someone who has gone through this to give me a solid plan. We have a litter box even though they can go outside freely, I keep in clean and it has no top, but again this it not a problem with the litter box since she did it when we didn't have one in the old house. What the fuck do I do to help this cat not feel even more alienated and alone, and how do I make my parents understand that they need to legitimately care about her and get on board with ending the problem? via /r/cats

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