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kyrodo · 2 months ago

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My biggest limiting factor is the company I am surrounded with. I'm close to some very nice people. Red in his own way even though he is hyper stressed almost 24/7 for one reason or another and always seems to be mad about something. Work related, family related, motivation/productivity related, sometimes from me not doing enough at home or making more efforts to engage in projects with him or go outside, financial fears, life fears, future fears, etc. He is naturally stressed and traumatized from Utah for different reasons than mine and he's had to work a lot harder trying to keep a career and get into one.

That said, thematically and interactive personality wise, I'm a bit limited. Because I'm used to more pleasant overall people like Kay, like Omi, like Belle, or Marcus, or Red, or Freedy and Shadetail, or Kelchan. I'm not around people that tend to be a bit more hostile, spiky, fucky, street smart punk memes and such. A few of them do like horror stuff like Kay or especially Marcus as mentioned during our interaction but even with him he's had a very interesting history of exes and high school experience well outside what my comfort zone was, or 4chan and all that, he still has a comfortable aura when your around him. He has a clear idea of how things should be and maintains it. And before twitter that is what my social realm was. The roleplaying at Redwall. My furry friends that I know together with Red, Freedy Shadetail and Kelchan who converges on both, and my sister.

And none of them as far as I'm aware are the type to harass people. None of them are the type to engage in mind games and mental warfare. I'm sure Marcus has had his moments he likes to be funny but we don't generally troll or go after people or attack anyone. And that much should be clear by now. My world is different from yours. Reading likes, retweeting things at someone, reading subtext too hard, you are the first for me to ever do that with. I might have made some subtle spiky things towards Kay a couple times, especially immediately before we interacted that weren't so subtle, and to a much lesser degree before then which you never saw cause I deleted all my tweets at one point. But nobody I knew besides maybe Omi was particularly social media savvy, and even now with all the people I know on vrchat now, I think only wolfang particularly spends any real time on bsky or twitter.

So you were completely new territory, because I used to be the only person who was active on twitter out of the people I know. Ironing out my thoughts, shouting things to the open world, cause I didn't have the following or engagement to care about what I posted even despite using it more than everybody else. And Omi's in her own social universe from knowing way too many people from local furmeets and cons and commissioning endless amounts of art. I never had an active mutual who interacts with me before I met you.

And for a time afterwards there was Enternodecs and veralycaon both of which I soured for one reason or another and dropped off my timeline cause I was subtexting too hard trying to get some new mutual engagement going cause of the one I failed. And then Lawrence I admired much more quietly. And I eased off trying to have an active mutual on any social media platform. Cause that's just not where I make friends. It's like League of Legends. How I was the only one playing it out of everybody I know and the few people that did like Red's friend balloontoes had maybe 5-10% of my hours spent on it. And that's not the only case where I was the only one playing something. I keep finding all these niche games that nobody I know is also playing or playing as much and that's why I never seem to make friends. Imagine practicing so hard at blazblue when nobody you know that stuck around plays fighting games.

I always wish the people I knew were closer to what I do. Shared more of my interests, more of my games, more of things I would watch, using social media without pissing each other off, etc. Or even just someone who actually wants to go to furry events unlike Red who doesn't like crowds, or the lights at raves, or gets exhausted after dancing for 5 minutes. I always feel like I never know the right people. I know a lot of nice people just not anyone like me. And maybe that's why I get so desperate with wanting to connect with someone, at least before vrchat. Cause nobody I know has all the things I need from them. Nobody I know wants to play 24/7 aram with me, or play blazblue with me, or watch a bunch of anime they haven't fully researched instead of a bunch of random youtube videos. And as far as energy goes, Lupy at least shares the same level of energy, perhaps lower than Choskey who has way too much energy or none at all when he talks and makes a lot of overexcited interactions I can't follow up on.

I'm happy with all the new people I met and how well I vibe with them compared to you, but I'm unhappy that I still haven't met anyone who truly matches me. And it feels like I never will. It feels like my needs are too niche when they really shouldn't be, I'm just not in the communities where I might find someone who is. Cause there are certain things I don't like to play online with randos, which is most games, and ironically the only pvp game that doesn't stress me out is League. But everybody else besides Choskey anyway absolutely hates the game. And Choskey is too harsh on me opinion wise when we play. I need time to settle in, I don't play assassins like I should, I'm used to playing aram where farm doesn't matter, and it's always 5v5 and you generally go in to win or die, I don't like the other game modes. Unfortunately very few people play league the same way I do. And I want someone to be soft on me, or say nothing at all, because it's going to take me a week or two to get back into the swing of things, and I play best when people aren't backseating me. I don't mind a pointer here and there, Choskey used to play competitively and he is not soft, and full of opinions which is exactly what I don't want. So we don't play league together. Where as if it was someone like Kelchan, or someone like Shine or Lupy who's more collaboration focused and more being on the same wave length focused, there wouldn't be an issue. The enjoyment would be from doing something together without trying to min max it. I myself might say things like don't run to the bushes in the center at the start of every aram game, or try to get close range with anyone when your team is not ready to engage, but that's pretty much it. With my personality I don't come off as harsh, at least with anyone other than Ronnie and his friends in backwater areas like this, especially not vocally. My voice is too relaxed to be stressful in most cases.

But yeah... I wish there was someone who was more like me. More laid back. Serious where it counts. Interactive when they need to be. Easy to respond to without getting on their bad side. And more interested in the things I care about.

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gunkwhimsy · 1 year ago

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[ABOUT]

I go by Gunky here. I'm a 21 year old queer transmasc gainer / fat admirer (maybe a mutual gainer and/or a switch feedee/feeder?) and illustrator using he + it pronouns. I'm 5'3" (162cm) and my current weight is around 225 pounds (102kg) :]

I post and reblog feedism and weight gain kink content! I usually post illustrations (like fan art and my own oc's), but I'm not opposed to the idea of posting my belly on here. My living situation makes it hard to actively gain or do any cool videos / pictures, though.

if you recognize me from my main blog (since the characters i draw / my artstyle can make it obvious)... uh. hi.

[BEFORE YOU INTERACT]

Be 18 or over and have your age in your bio if you follow and / or like and reblog my stuff! If you're not, I will block you. No exceptions.

If you're into / draw kink with minors, are racist, queerphobic, an eating disorder blog, a zionist and / or don't believe in fat liberation + are fatphobic, that's an instant block as well.

I am NOT looking for an active committed relationship at the current moment, even though I am not in one. Please don't private message me because you're looking for one with a feedee. Simple sexual comments are fine, especially if I ask for them.

I'd rather not get sexual messages from people with over a 5 year age difference from me.

Please don't use fatphobic, health-issue, or immobility language to try to seem sexy directly to me and especially to refer to me! This will have the opposite effect and just make me very uncomfortable.

On a similar topic, try not to misgender me as a girl. Please don't use feminine terms to refer to me.

I will not draw minors. Ever. No exceptions. If the character has no age and I can't see the character as an adult, then they will not be drawn.

[LIKES + DISLIKES]

I like: Weight Gain, Stuffing, General feedist relationships, Magical / Rapid WG, Gradual / Slow WG, Hucow, Burps + Hiccups, Furry art.

Occasionally, I like: Immobilization / Extreme weight gain, Light slob, Intox, Piggy play (don't like it for myself but other characters being subjected to it is fine), Vore, Degradation.

I dislike: Dumbification, Death feedism (dying due to other means besides sheer mass is fine), Health play, Farts.

👍

#> about #did a new about because my old one sucked #last edit: jan 6th 2025

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dionadaiiraaa · 1 year ago

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I AM OF THE SUN AND I CANNOT BE ENSNARED.

{ GODSPOUSED } private / mutually exclusive multi-fandom MULTIMUSE

( low activity )

loved by { JACKIE } 30+ / MT / SHE/HER / Discord given upon request.

BIO • MEME TAG • PINTEREST • SPOTIFY PLAYLIST • EDITS

{ PINNED POST }

blogroll: @oakthcrn

Guidelines under the cut!

1. Hi, My name is JACKIE and my pronouns are She / Her. I am 30+ and work full time. I work full time and so my presence on the dash may vary. Discord is available on request.

MINORS. DO NOT INTERACT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, I WILL SOFT/BLOCK YOU. I WILL NOT INTERACT WITH ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 20.

2. My muses are original characters, and will be headcanon based with media influences. He is multi fandom, multi verse. All my graphics and headcanons belong to me. Do not steal them.

3. I do write smut, however, I only write it with people I’ve interacted with for a while and my smut goes under Read More on tumblr or it will be on discord in private. Anything of a sexual nature will be tagged

“ cw nsfw “ or nsft or tw nsft

4. I am more than happy to have asks be turned into threads. All I ask is to move the ask to a text post. I will not rp directly from the ask. It’s just too clunky looking for me. Do not reblog/like threads you are not involved with. Personals, do not interact. If you do, you will be blocked on sight.

5. Please do not bring drama or politics to me. This is a place for me to escape from the real world. if i’m doing something actively harmful please tell me. Shoot me a message.

6. Eden is a private, mutual exclusive blog. This means I will only interact with muses that I follow. I am considered low activity and may not post everyday.

I AM NOT A REBLOG SOURCE. DONT REBLOG THINGS FROM ME.

7. I am oc friendly and encourage ocs to interact, however, there must be a bio page for your oc. Please don’t take it personally if I don’t connect with your oc. Not everyone is going to have chemistry.

8. I will tag triggers and squeaks. If you have a specific one, please message me so I can appropriate tags. The only thing that I don’t like seeing is furry nsfw and images of excessive gore.

9. I don’t do drama. Don’t drag me into it. I don’t care about it. I will make my own choice of who I rp with. That being said, if you are racist/homophoic/misogynist -- other words if you’re a cunt, I will not tolerate you and block you. Be nice to each other, it’s not a hard concept. Do not bring drama to me. I will not engage.

10. I am not consistent with my activity so please do not pester me for replies. I don’t mind a gentle nudge every once in a while, because let’s face it, I get easily distracted or I forget. Ims and Discord are strictly for mutuals only.

11. There may be shipping on this blog. I only ship with chemistry .Eden is bisexual.

12. If I follow you, it means that I can see us potentially writing together. If after a week and you have not followed me, no worries. I will unfollow. I like to keep my dash clean for my own mental health. I will not follow you / block you if you use Amber Heard as a face claim. Also, this blog is anti JKR.

13. All I ask if you unfollow me is that you softblock me, so I am not following you. If you block me, please block me on all my blogs so I don’t accidentally interact with you.

#pinned post #dni pls

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kerosene-saint · 1 year ago

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ough I'm taking that open tag and running

Name(s): I have. so many. my main three at the moment are Pete/Javic/Show Pony but I'm also fairly okay with anyone who doesn't know me well referring to me as Bunni too! :]

Pronouns: also a lot (highlighted are the ones i prefer the most) he/him, they/them, quim/quim, end/ender, pup/pup, dew/dew, nyx/nyx, daze/daze and my some of my closer friends can call me by she/her too :]

Star sign: I know one, the one everyone knows, mine is Taurus

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any): I have a family friend that I grew up with since we were 5 and we consider each other siblings. fun fact: uhhh they make art that's pretty cool 👍

# of pets & their names: I have 5 pets. 2 cats, Dany and Froggie. 2 guinea pigs, Jax and Karamel. 1 Bunny, Mr. Moo.

Fandoms: so many. too many possibly. to name a few that I'm most active in, bandom (specifically green day, mcr, fob, early p!atd, etc.), The True Lives of the Fabulous killjoys series, Scott Pilgrim vs The World, and Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles occasionally

Favorite color: Purple! I also quite enjoy blue

Favorite song: ough. too many songs. all very lovely. Heaven's Gates by Fall Out Boy, it's the song that reminds me of my bf, is really good tho.

Favorite author: I love gerard but tbh... his writing can get a little lost on me sometimes, I love Devon Price though! his books are really cool and informative and I recommend people read them if you have the ability to :]

Hobbies: I like to draw! I also fancy myself a writer but most of the time I like to write fan fic sort of as a coping thing due to having the writing autism and people expecting me to write professional nice neat things all the time

Favorite fic type: well. I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort and especially hurt/comfort with whump. there's probably some psychological thing you could figure out about me from that but yeah. also smut can be fun sometimes

Favorite holiday: I like the crimis. I like stuff but I also like unwrapping stuff, satiates my desire to destroy destroy destroy very good and I like seeing the reactions people have to the stuff I get them makes me very happy

Do you have any partner(s)? YES!!! MY LOVELY JUBBLY AMAZING SPECTACULAR BOYFRIEND VICTOR PNUK-R0CK !!!!!

Fun facts:

• I'm a red panda therian! as well as a furry with a fursona that is a mix of a lop earned rabbit and a red panda :]]

• I am the Show Pony ever. sorry it's just true. I got all of my friends from being feral over Show Pony, I met my boyfriend because I was feral over Show Pony, I've been deemed the Show Pony mutual by most of my mutuals, I've cosplayed Show Pony, I have show pony side blogs and side accounts, I've made so much show pony content, I've made them in the sims, they make me so happy whenever i see a new photo of gif of them or when i make content of them. I have what my friends call "the Show Pony curse"

• currently very obsessed over Fall Out Boy but I'm not sure it's reached special interest levels yet. yet.

• I like to talk a lot and type a lot (if that wasn't evident from this reblog already)

• I love to collect random fun facts about shit I do not care about nor will I ever need! in fact I have a post in my drafts collecting all this info! maybe I'll post it one day

• I want to become a fursuit artist! I might try to make one soon since my mom got a nice new sewing machine that I'm allowed to use, first I gotta make this plush I've been wanting to make for a while :]]

@pnuk-r0ck (sorry I tagged u twice sugar) @faded-moon13 @lahmajun @metaphorforcapitalism @lipsticked-bookworm /nf + any other mutuals or anyone else who wants to join in!

I got bored so here's a little get-to-know-you tag game I think could be fun :3

Name(s)

Pronouns

Star sign

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any)

# of pets & their names

Fandoms

Favorite color

Favorite song

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!)

Hobbies

Favorite fic type

Favorite holiday

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!)

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!

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Name(s): Loki (highly preferred), Elye

Pronouns : they/them mostly, he/she okay too

Star sign: Pisces

# of siblings: I've got 2! An older sister and a younger sibling. The fun fact about them is that they're also both queer; in fact, my mom is too. The only non-queer person in my immediate family is my dad.

# of pets: 4 cats! Phoebe & Frankie are our girls, Lenny and Murray are our boys :3

Fandoms: MCU (kind of), BSD, OFMD, Ranboo (does his fanbase count as a fandom?)

Fav. color: Don't have one

Fav. song: Aurora Borealis by Lemon Demon

Fav. author: Alice Oseman

Hobbies: singing, acting, drawing, writing, procrastinating

Fav. fic type: Fluff, definitely. I am a sucker for well written coffee-shop and flower-shop aus, too. Smut's fine, but only if it's romantic. I can't do angst if there's no comfort.

Fav. Holiday: Hanukkah or Halloween! I love autumn and winter

Partners?: Yes! I have a girlfriend (queerplatonic) who I love very much, and a boyfriend (romantic) who I love very much :]

Fun facts:

- Even though I'm a cat person, I really, really want a dog.

- I actually used to play sports. Because I don't do gendered leagues anymore, I don't play, but I've been looking for mixed/gender-neutral/queer sports teams. Baseball and basketball specifically!

- I started questioning my identity in 2019; I'm no closer to finding a label now than I was then. The difference is, now I don't want a label. I just am. :]

tags: @neonganymede @cha0ticlesbian @x-chiara @exceleo @brinnybee @autistic-katara @gandalfthemorallygrey @ohboyanotherlokiblog @roachandrenfri @ourflagmeanslokius @exceleo @edettethegreat @swiftlyspidey

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ihatecispeople · 4 years ago

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cant believe i will write these words but: before i get into MY interpretation of omegaverse heats during ramadan i NEED to make it clear that i am not a muslim scholar. i. am NOT. a muslim scholar! i look at this from a sunni lay perspective

ALSO. beloved mutuals. my friends. do NOT judge me for the omegaverse knowledge i have . at this point its like knowing what a furry is: its just part of being online too much

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for those not muslim: during ramadan, muslims fast from dawn til dusk for 30 days. fasting includes: no intake of water which reaches the stomach, no intake of food or other solids which reaches the stomach (including medication), and no sexual activity. though islam doesnt forbid masturbation the same way western christianity does (it essentially is seen as the lesser evil between "premartial sex or Not Doing That" OR "forcing/pressuring your spouse into sex or not"), partaking in sexual activity (reaching orgasm and/or ejaculation, but also pursuiting sexual intimacy including watching porn) is considered breaking your fast. voluntary vomiting also breaks your fast. apart from these four core ones, different denominations and cultures will consider further things breaking your fast, such as smoking, listening to music, etc.

you are traditionally exempt from fasting if you require vital (oral) medication, you are old, sick, breastfeeding, pregnant, and/or if you're menstruating. basically, exemption to fasting is on the basis that you are unable to fast due to a bodily condition which puts you at risk if you don't consume food and water. you're still discouraged from sex during sun hours, though. important: exemption from fasting is not the same, religiously, as allowing certain vital behaviours and considering the fast as not broken

lastly, if you have a condition which is not chronic, such as you are menstruating, you are expected to supplicate those days of fasting before the next ramadan. if you intentionally break your fast, each day intentionally broken is supposed to be supplicated by 60 days of fasting before the next ramadan

so like, would entering an omegaverse heat during ramadan break your fast? MY interpretation is that it depends on what the heat would be like.

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heat type 1: the heat is just increased sexual urges. then no, entering the heat would not necessarily break your fast. unintentional erections, unintentional ejaculations, unintentional lubrication - none of these things break your fast. these are bodily functions that can and do happen outside a sexual context. if the heat is simply getting extra horny, and this is considered a bodily occurrence outside of conscious decision, it is your job to resist sexual thoughts and sexual activity, including masturbation, until nighttime. if you break this, tough it up, thats 60 days of fasting for every day you couldn't resist

heat type 2: if the heat causes pain, weakness, or another state of extreme discomfort if not sexually alleviated, i think we're looking at a bodily condition which exempts you from fasting, likened to menstruation. you are expected to make up for each missed day where you ate/drank before your next ramadan. i genuinely can’t see islamic scholars deciding that either masturbation or sexual intercourse during the day is encouraged, so either masturbate in shame or toughen it out until night falls. then you can enjoy yourself alone or with your spouse

okay, so for the nuances in between: what if you can trigger a heat by having a certain mindset? i.e. ur close to someone you’re attracted to, so you go into heat because you get horny when you look at them. if your heat is like type 1, you’re free to go. no fast broken, if you resist it. if your heat is like type 2, that’s breaking the fast. listen, i’m just channeling the islamic scholars of old: if you can control your thoughts in our reality, then in an omegaverse reality you should be able to control your thoughts too. islam is big on taking responsibility of your own actions. YOU saw someone you’re attracted to and now YOU’RE in heat to the point where you need to break your fast to alleviate it? buddy thats your own problem not Allah’s (swt) 😂 ramadan is about self restraint and keeping our base animal urges (thirst, hunger, sexual drive) in check for a few hours to empathise with those people that are forced to go without enough water and food year around. if you hung out with your beau intentionally, i would wager its 60 days for each day you’re in heat. if it came out of the blue, say its 1 day then

if one person in heat can trigger another’s: you’ve broken the fast. it’s not your fault though, unless you hung out with someone in heat intentionally. the other person should know their condition, and like it says in the Quran to close your village down if it has plague to save the other villages around you, the other person should’ve known to keep separated from those they can heat inflict upon.

heat typ 3: you just cant stop yourself from having sex or masturbating during your heat (basically a more extreme form of heat type 2, with or without pain if you go without). excuse you, you should be able to. WE ARE ABOVE OUR ANIMALISTIC URGES. this a) breaks your fast (if only because you should be eating and drinking to calm down), b) probably would be considered intentional (if you go through with it, i mean). 60 days supplication. your heat lasts 10 days of straight, um, lovemaking? well it’s not MY fault you need to fast 600 days in like 325, you should’ve known better.

heat type 4: the heat can be suppressed by taking a pill. take the pill during nighttime. you’re fine. fast not broken

heat type 5: the heat can be suppressed by taking an epipen-like shot just as its coming along. most scholars agree: injections during fasting hours, because they dont reach the stomach, dont break your fast. take it and continue fasting for the rest of the day

heat type 6: if you dont have sexual intercourse during your heat you may fall seriously ill or die. simple: the breaking of the fast is forgiven, no matter how you got the heat to begin with. life and its continuation is above all else in islam, and if you’re at a risk of dying… well slap me on the back and go fuck, i guess. you would need to supplicate one day for each day lost though, because the heat still isn’t a chronic condition

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if you’re muslim and disagree with anything ive said, PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU. please argue with me. we NEED this discussion to happen. just wait until dusk 😉

#omegaverse #< for blacklist #i wont tag this further i actually dont want anyone but my followers and maybe followers once removed to see this #jordan #< just because i want u to see this LMAO

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catradoraism · 4 years ago

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buddy, do me a favor, snd rate fursuit content (art, fics, opinions, etc) just for fun

sure buddy

this was the first fursuit art made (well there are others but the first one in my circle of mutuals) and it’s absolutely horrible. both in quality and the actual content. u can tell this stupid bitch hasn’t drawn a Thing in her life and u know what’s even funnier? she hasn’t even done actual fanart of the kiss/confession so this is technically her only fanart of that scene. does she regret anything? she doesn’t but she should. -4648858/10

this one is by @appsa clearly this one is a fucking renaissance painting. Look at it. michelangelo couldnt paint something as brilliant as this. u can tell the artist put a lot of love and effort in it for some fucking reason. it haunts me both in my dreams and my nightmares. u can see the fear on adora’s face as catra’s gigantic furry paws caress her face. unfortunately well drawn. 3748747584847472192/10

the fic

u rly liked does she-ra hit different?, a fic about jealous catra and adora trying to get her to admit that she ra is sexy? or did u also like five nothing kisses... unless? an absolute masterpiece about catra and adora sharing kisses before the one in the failsafe. canon compliant. well those fics don’t matter this one is the author’s Best she ra fic who cares about the others. it is actually well written which is probably what makes it worse. it’s also rly fucking funny pls read it. i had tears in my eyes in every scene 10000000000000/10

this is a screenshot from @adooruh’s video. should be considered a deleted scene bc as far as i’m concerned, it’s canon. 9999/10

id post tags from every funny reaction but this post would be too long so i’m just gonna put my favourite one. from @catradora-bitch on appsa’s art. “the only light i want to see is the light of heaven” i have religious trauma and even i agree w this statement. but i’m definitely going to hell for this <3 8000/10

a lot of religious imagery in yalls reactions huh. this tag is brought to u by @lxix-cdxx-dclxvi on the fursuit fic. made me snort irl while i was eating and nearly choked on a peanut. 999999/10

this ask is from a beloved mutual. they had no idea what was coming or that i would even actually change my url to fursuitcatra. 8/10

this ask is from my favourite event. the day @shirouogaymi told me i was only the second most cursed out of our mutuals and i decided to,,, remedy that. i lost like fifteen followers that day. if u have been following me for a while u may be familiar w michelle. i’d call her my rival but rivalry would imply equal skill. and i’m clearly the better one. anyway michelle was ranked first and that activated my “win or die” mentality so i changed my url to fursuitcatra to one up her. like the hopelessly in love with me simp she is, she became fursuitadora to match with me. then some of my mutuals and other ppl became fursuitshera, fursuitbow and my favourite bc it’s the worst one, fursuit-shadow-weaver. they’re also the artist of the renaissance painting. anyway this anon was right we Are the worst but it’s okay bc we’re hot <3 anon could’ve been a bit more creative on the hate tho 5/10

there were way too many to add but here are some more of my favourite reactions

#fccu #asks

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ravenkinnie · 4 years ago

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tagged by @dykewing thanks bestie <3

1. Why did you choose your url?

I mean. I feel like it's easy to guess

2. Any side blogs?

No, i just hoard some ungodly urls

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Since 2013/2014 but I had a few years long break for personal and fandom reasons shshhsjs like once spn started getting unholy so did my life deadass

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No, I like to make everyone feel like I'm always watching <3

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

MY FIRST FANDOM ON HERE WAS MORTAL INSTRUMENTS I wanted to follow some fan creators and cassandra clare 💀

6. Why did you choose your icon?

eduardo barreto's raven is one of theee most beautiful dc women and I would die for her

7. Why did you choose your header?

it's a moodboard for my vibes made by @grandpavibe like 4 years ago sjsjsjjs

8. Whats your post with the most votes?

on this blog it's the gay people at brunch with @illumiru 's awesome art

9. How many mutuals do you have?

no idea but I love them all <3

10. How many followers do you have?

284

11. How many people are you following?

126

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

no I only post serious critiques and peer-reviewed theories

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

I check in in-between doing stuff on my phone usually so it varies

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

LMAO ONCE all I did on my old blog was fight bitches </3 on here one time someone got mad at me for objectifying nightwing and then because I said nightwing wouldn't fuck them and another time someone called me a swerf bc I said mainstream porn industry isn't diverse

15. How do you feel about 'you need to reblog

this' posts?

oh boy - okay so I just don't think online activism in the form of reblogging or making tumblr posts is any better than online activism in the form of quippy tweets lmao however, some of such posts have interesting information that I haven't known about before and sometimes include resources or references that I like to look up and I'm more inclined to reblog those or ones with donation links etc. Im mindful of when I reblog them tho cause sometimes it just doesn't feel right to posts serious things between furry jokes 💀

16. Do you like tag games?

yeah, I'm nosy and love talking about myself

17. Do you like ask games?

yeah, I'm nosy and love talking about myself

18. Which of your tumblr mutuals do you think is famous?

all of my moots are more famous than me and I love that for them <3

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

👀

20. Tags

okay I tag @grandpavibe @trigonkinnie @milftalia @sapodilas and @sleeping-lilies and whoever else wants to do it lmao

#mine #tag game

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cosmix · 4 years ago

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How come you stopped posting on tumblr

the way its set up really hurts artists, more than any other platform i think. only the first 5 tags matter, linking your other socials causes it to not even show up in the tags, everything feels very impersonal to me, etc. etc. fanart is really the only thing that gets attention here (and even then, its not a garuntee that anyone will even see it), which is especially detrimental to artists who, like myself, primarily do oc content. im active on twitter currently, which is by no means a good website for artists, but i feel like its easier to make connections there + most of my friends and mutuals use it. im also very active on toyhou.se, though thats kind of a different art site? more of a catalogue than a social media. anyways basically there are no good art websites so im developing my own, which will be just as bad as all the rest! 🎊🎊🎊 ps if any of you like my art (which has severely improved since this blog. YIKES this stuff was ugly), my twitter is @ debugrooms i mostly post my edgy furry ocs there. rn the only fanart im doing is not iz related, sorry! :( though one of my stories Does have an alien hivemind. im also active @ debug-room on toyhouse, which is entirely oc content

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1nniterz · 4 years ago

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Oh hey

1. First impression: "hm, my mutual is reblogging from this person quite a lot, maybe i should check their blog out? also they r brazilian too whoa--"

2. Truth is: SUCH!!!! A NICE PERSON!!!! TO BE AROUND!!!! like man not only you're cool in general but you're so caring about ur friendz (including me!!!!) and you're a great listener and also so smart and good w your wordz :D

and you seem to be quite organized, with all your sideblogs and tagging >v>

also a furry uwu

3. How old do you look: never saw your face, but you gave me 15-16 vibes!!!!

4. Have you ever made me laugh: yeah!

5. Have you ever made me mad: nope, could never

6. Best feature: uhhh how you're caring and loving you know,,,, like the dayz i wasn't very active??? you and infernum went on an INVESTIGATION, man. like you all looked at my tagging way in the period - i wasn't as excited as other days - and y'all even CHECKED MY INSTAGRAM!!!!! which was quite useless since i barely post there but still. you've done so much stuff for me i cant even start to describe it. you're very kind even when i mess up BADLY and i just wanna say thank you so much <33

and yeah i saw the handz ask you sent me. i tried to do it and it indeed relieved the pain a bit!!! thank you!!!!

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: no

8. You’re my: mutual!!!!! friend!!!!! bestie!!!!!! <33

#anyway everyone send kissies to jeremy he deserves it u3u #ask answer

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hometown-unicorn · 5 years ago

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I got two of these with some overlap, but I didn’t want to tag everyone twice - please mix and match or ignore or whatever. Isolation activities though! Hope everyone is doing ok. ❤️

Ask Game

Tagged by: @trippyvulcan

Instructions: tag 10 followers you wanna get to know better :)

Name: Natalie

Gender: Whatever

Star sign: I had roommates on a trip that correctly guessed that I’m a Virgo. It was meant to be a good thing?

Height: 5′3”- shelf climber extraordinaire

Sexuality: Disaster

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw. My workmates are all Ravenclaw too (except for one very correctly sorted Slytherin) so I’m a little suspicious.

Favourite animal: My tabby cat. Apologies to all my other pets.

Average hours of sleep: 8 minimum

Current time: 1:19pm

Dogs or cats: Cats. Though one of my soulmate animals was my first dog - a prickly, neurotic terrier named Bristol.

Blankets you sleep with: a quilt my mom made me

Dream trip: I just want to get out of the country more often!

Dream job: Something more meaningful and less grounded in destroying the shit out of the earth.

When I made my blog: 2011

Followers: I got a fuckton once when I posted this cool nature picture years ago + a bunch more during The Great Clancy Thirst of 2018, but active mutuals are much much lower.

Why I made a tumblr: I was bored at work and wanted to find all the Gruff Rhys content.

Reason for my URL: It’s a Super Furry Animals song.

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20 questions meme

>i was tagged by @orchiddingme

Rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you wanna know better.

1. Name: Natalie

2. Nickname: Nat

3. Zodiac sign: Virgo!

4. Height: I was mistakenly putting down 5’4” for years, buuuut I’m apparently 5’3”

5. Languages: English, basic to arguably barely functional French, random words in Yiddish, and literally just “please” and “excuse me” in Hebrew.

6. Nationality: American, oy.

7. Fave season: Fall, even though I live in a part of the country that has Summer Part 2 instead of fall.

8. Favorite flower: Oh shit, I don’t even know. Orchids are definitely pretty great.

9. Favorite scent: Spring flowers, maybe?

10. Favorite color: Green

11. Favorite animal: Literally every bird.

12. Favorite fictional characters: Special Agent Dale Cooper, always. ....I guess all my frozen boys from The Terror aren’t fictional? Amos fucking Burton - disaster space bi. Crowley and Aziraphale, main serotonin source for 6 months. And I name all my phones after GLaDOS, so that must mean something. John Marston, greasy raccoon man.

13. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Mostly coffee these days.

14. Average hours of sleep: 8+

15. Dog or cat: Still going with cats here.

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: just the one other than the top sheet.

17. Dream trip: Still just want to travel more often than anywhere in particular.

18. Blog established: 2011

19. Followers: ?

20. Random fact: I can sing (poorly) every Belle and Sebastian song ever.

People I’d love to get to know: @orchiddingme @moggyhog @sauvignon-velvet @ancient-pistol @trippyvulcan @russetm @creision @samcoxramblings @angsty-writer @themadgirlinthefandombox @1-merri-gamer @rainbow-randomness @sepulchrally-handsome @ohmyachingsushi @ive-been-mistreated and all my other mutuals, who, please forgive me, did not manifest in this (sleepy) brain dump.

No pressure.

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georgecrecy · 6 years ago

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Charlie 5

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Ruffians and thieves from across the galaxy! Welcome, one and all, to the renowned fighting pits of the Hub!” The roar of the announcer bounced several times off of the surrounding rock, but the echoes were quickly squashed by the cacophony of hundreds of responding voices. The announcer held up all four of his arms to quiet the crowd from his position in the announcer’s box, his figure repeated by the massive screens which floated and circled the massive ceiling of the arena, projected by hovering transmit-a-bots.

With the noise of the many excited members of various species quieted down, his booming voice continued, “What an exciting lineup for the bouts today, with creatures and monsters from hundreds of worlds, all ready and rearing for a fight against our champions of the arena! Place your final bets, for now the fights shall begin! Send out the main event!”

Again, the arena erupted into roars, claps, and screeches as the many stands packed to the rafters all emphatically replied, many motioning for the betting girls to tally their last minute bets as they referenced their combi-pads. But all took note as a gate at the far end of the arena floor opened, and the seats shook in response to the pounding of heavy feet as a humongous bellow reverberated into the very core of everyone present. A huge, lizard-like monster thundered its way into the arena, and after an overawed moment of silence, the arena again erupted into frenzied applause. The thick scales were scored in places by fresh scars, and several drops of blood from the freshest of gashes, which glinted in the light cast down by the floodlights above. It roared again in challenge as another gate opened on the far side.

The green-uniformed and cat-like officer immediately found the grungy tavern he had just stepped into to be quite disgusting. The crackling and barely working lights could only hide so much of the grime and dirt which festooned every surface. His sensitive nose sniffed the air, and he could immediately tell that it had been a while since an inspector had visited the kitchens too, given the stench of mold and decay that wafted from that area. He was glad that his only need for being in here was sitting at the bar, slumped and nursing a glass of unknown but probably very alcoholic liquid.

Slipping delicately into the stained seat next to the dejected figure, he motioned away the tired-looking waitress, who pursed her purple lips disapprovingly and continued on to attend the few others in the room. The officer’s ears seemed to scan the room like twitchy radar dishes as his yellow eyes focused on the human seated next to him, inspecting the orange jumpsuit which had obviously long been in need of a wash. In a smooth voice the officer said, “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, James.”

Slowly looking up from the drink clutched in both hands, James looked up with bloodshot eyes over an unkempt beard at the officer beside him. Suppressing a belch, the miner replied as he looked back to his drink again, “Colonel Eahn, what bruh... brings a Colonel of the Vlexeene Guard to these parts?”

The Colonel’s eyes narrowed, but they betrayed pity in their yellow depths, “You do, James. Princess Saevi was heartbroken when she received news about Charlie, but she was even more heartbroken when you refused her calls. It’s not good form to keep a princess on hold, you know.”

James took another swig from his glass, and mumbled under his breath, which the sharp ears of the Colonel heard him utter, “Didn’t feel like talking.” The Colonel continued, “His Majesty called for a damn day of mourning for that big lug and you. When you didn’t show up for the proceedings, the Princess didn’t come out of her room for two days. The Queen Mother, the stars bless her, fretting about and suddenly being snappish to the servants. We are all worried about you, James. Your many friends are too, if your inbox messages are anything to go by.”

James, jolted as if by an electric shock, turned sharply to look at Colonel Eahn, though his eyes were unfocused and bleary, “How’d’you get in my mail, you nosy prick?” The Vlexeene merely smirked, ignoring the insult as he twirled a finger in his moustache. “Call it a friend’s prerogative, that and I had to track you down somehow. The king was breathing down my neckfur to find you, so I had my IT division hack into your accounts. That doesn’t matter though, what does matter is I have some news you need to hear, and we need you sober, come along now.” Throwing a few credits onto the counter, the Vlexeene grabbed the miner’s dirty jumpsuit and hauled him up from his seat, almost reeling at the heavy smell of sweat and cheap alcohol. James put up a bit of resistance, but the senior guardsman cuffed him a bit and sent him stumbling out the door. For the few patrons inside, most of which had been watching the two with interest, with their entertainment now gone were left to continuing their murmured conversations between themselves as the lights above crackled.

Outside in the comparatively bright sunlight, two more Vlexeene guardsmen flanked a jumpcar parked near the door, their uniform and chest insignia showing them to be of a junior rank. Both came to attention as the two exited, and both also wrinkled their sensitive noses in disgust at what the Colonel had brought out. He motioned to them for help, and James was quickly settled into the backseat in a drunken stupor. They found their own places in the car as the pilot Vlexeene punched in a set of coordinates. Once the air controls had been set to vent the overpowering stench, the jumpcar shot into the air almost vertically before joining the teeming mass of other air traffic. They headed towards the far side of the city, where a sea of large freighters and other ships were moored in their respective dockings. As they closed the distance, they could see that many of the ships swarmed with activity as goods and passengers were transported on and off, and dock workers worked in an orderly chaos, looked over by their foremans shouting out orders, or reprimands for those trying to get a lazy moment in.

The Vlexeene jumpcar set down in a quieter docking port where a brown, battered mining freighter sat moored. The colonel exited the jumpcar while the two junior guardsmen dragged the semi-unconscious figure of James out of the backseat. The four then proceeded to the ship, entering through a port which opened when the Colonel put his clawed paw up against the hand scanner to the right of the airlock door.

Through the bowels of the ship, the Vlexeene maneuvered their drunken cargo until they reached the spartan crew quarters, which at that moment was uncharacteristically strewn with dirty laundry and empty bottles. The two guardsmen set the miner down on the bed, and were glad to leave the smelly room and their charge when the Colonel motioned them away. He made sure James was comfortable, and then headed towards the cockpit, in part to get some coffee and wait for his friend to wake as much as to get away from the smell.

Several hours passed before James finally woke to the beautiful smell of coffee nearby, as well as a severe pounding in his head like he was using his old jackhammer on his own skull. Moaning in pain, he sat up from his bed. Getting up was just as painful, but he pushed past it and turned toward the head, his feet sending bottles careening. He was startled by a familiar voice which stated, “When you’re done in there, I got some proper victuals for you.” James swiveled unsteadily to see the green-clad Eahn sipping coffee as he leaned on the doorway to the cockpit, his eyes glinting with humor. The grizzled miner grumbled and continued on to his much-needed destination.

His head still pounding, James returned to the crew quarters, where the Colonel was waiting at the fold-out table. A steaming plate made from a carb-heavy food pack and a cup of coffee waited in the empty spot opposite the officer. James sat down and dug in hungrily, not looking at the Colonel at all, who continued to sip at his own cup. After a minute, the Colonel piped up to break the silence, “You know, you have to tell me where you supply your coffee. Since you humans introduced us to it, I’ve developed quite a taste, but we get the worst brew at HQ; it tastes terrible. This stuff is quite nice.” James continued to scarf the food down instead of answering, and the Colonel could only look on in pity. The man he had met during the festivities at the return of Princess Saevi to his grateful people was bright and cheery, always flanked by his gargantuan friend. They had developed a friendship when they had worked together on several mutual operations. The person now in front of him seemed but a broken shell in comparison.

He shook his head, and continued, “Look, I’m here on more than just royal business, my friend. I’m also here because of an investigation I’ve been looking into recently. To put it succinctly, it’s about Charlie.”

James slammed his spoon down on the table with a clatter, and stood up abruptly, startling the Colonel. Reaching out a paw, Eahn tried to object, “James, please don’t-” James grunted out as he stomped to the cockpit door, “He’s gone. Don’t you be darin’ to bring ‘im up. Thanks for the food, now get goin’.” As he put his hand on the door frame, the miner heard his furry friend quietly say, “I think he’s alive.”

James rounded on the Colonel, almost screaming at the top of his lungs with tears streaming down from already red-rimmed eyes, “I WATCHED HIM DIE, YOU FUR-FACED BASTARD! THEY KILLED ‘IM RIGHT IN FRONT O’ ME! HE AIN’T EVER COMIN’ BACK!” His shoulders slumped down as his head hung low from his expended fury. Colonel Eahn saw frustration, anger, and grief in his human friend’s eyes that he knew went deep, and he hoped to all in the heavens that he wasn’t wrong about what he had discovered. He shook his head again and stubbornly continued, “I think you saw a show, James. A horrid show, but only a show. Please, sit down and let me explain.”

He could see James shaking, trying to control an indeterminate rage. After several moments, the miner slowly made his way back to his seat across from the Colonel, his hands clenching and unclenching as he stared intently at the table. The Colonel nodded and cleared his throat. “Several days after we heard about… about it, I looked into the company. With all my years as a guardsman, I could tell that nothing about it’s operations seemed legitimate. I had my men look into the Adrax Laboratory, for one, and it seems they never received a Tilluxian for study.”

James’ intent stare swiftly switched to look right into the yellow eyes of the officer, who returned the stare as he continued on, “Leads dried up quickly after that. One of the doctors I thought might help and his family completely disappeared. I got the sense that someone found out about our little investigation and began to clean up. Several weeks passed with nothing. However, I was getting reports from Red Division, our intergalactic piracy task force? They were hearing about a brand new attraction in the Hub pits. Those blighters are always looking for something new for their short attention spans, and a few months ago they seemed to have found something big. From what our informants have been telling us, it’s a recently acquired Tilluxian Dragon.”

James now had the chance to narrow his eyes at the Colonel. “I knew that desk job was gonna set that mind to jelly, you fat, furry idjit. That could be any Tilluxian.” The Colonel straightened the front of his jacket as he scowled across the table. “I know you’re hurting right now James, but less of your insults would be appreciated. Now I am fully aware that Charlie isn’t the only Tilluxian Dragon in the universe, but there is a connection. The Vice President of Operations of Southtech, Crassus Jaul - who I believe you’ve had the displeasure of meeting - has reportedly been in contact with Takrex. The Lord Takrex. We’ve been trying to pin down that elusive Narx Rat for years. Financial records we obtained also seem to show a substantial sum going into Jaul’s personal accounts through various shell corporations around the time of Charlie’s execution. It took us three months just to discover that convoluted combi-trail, let me tell you, but we are sure it must be a payments from Takrex.”

The ears of the Colonel twitched in annoyance at the sound of more bottles sent scattering as James stood up abruptly and began to pace across the decking. Eahn could see that James’s mind was racing. His grief and anger had now been replaced by confusion, and for the first time in several months of guilt and helplessness, there was an inkling of hope. James then stopped abruptly as if stopped in thought, and again Eahn was startled when James careened towards the cockpit door in a flurry.

Before Eahn had fully gotten out of his seat, cursing when he nearly spilled the hot coffee down his impeccable front, James had returned to the common area with a combi-pad in hand. “Here! Here it is! This has to be important! Surely you can figure it out, you and your smartypants IT folks.” Eahn stood rather dumbly in response, hesitantly taking the combi-pad that James had been waving in his direction. Confusedly, he said, “Have what, James? What is on here?” The Colonel noticed the screen was covered in oil streaks from lots of use, and several parts were rather stained with questionable food or drink stains.

“Well, I got a head on my shoulders Colonel, I made a copy of all the documents those bastards sent me when I was doin’ their dirty work for ‘em. I can’t make heads or tails of all the accoutin’ stuff, but I know enough that a few things seem out o’ place in the inventories and order receipts for the Vashas, for instance. I just can’t put my finger on the rest of it.”

Eahn gingerly wiped the very dirty screen with his sleeve before opening several documents already cued up. Inventories, accounting records of several outstanding accounts, order receipts, mining survey reports, and a host of other records flashed by in a whir before Eahn had a chance to sit down and begin to translate the mess. He soon noticed issues with the breakdown reports of the mining equipment used by the Vashas, and the portfolio of the Yallarian colony just didn’t add up in his head. Looking up from the reports, he saw that James had seated himself on the edge of his bunk, leaning forward in anticipation and eyes that bored into the yellow slitted pools of the Colonel once he had looked up.

“Well James, I certainly agree that something is wrong with these operations, and these aren’t the only ones I’ve seen to be similarly ‘fishy,’ as you humans are apt to say. I’ll send these on to some agents of ours in the Guard, they might have some luck at deciphering this convoluted mess, but with any luck this might help us. In the meantime, whether or not it is our mutual friend, I believe we have a big lizard to save.”

James’ taciturn face, which had seemingly been stuck on that setting for months now, finally broke out in a wide smile.

He had done this sort of thing one or two times before, but he could never consider the earpiece to be comfortable. It was designed with Vlexeene ears in mind, so it didn’t quite fit right in his own human ear canal, where every step would send a dull and uncomfortable jab of plastee to remind him of its presence. However, the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the excitement of the situation were helping him ignore the discomfort. In front of James was the captain of a smuggling ship the Guard had tracked down but not arrested yet for the express purpose of this mission. Given that the fledgling operation had been relatively easy to uncover, and that the Lou-Maxi captain of the crew wasn’t the brightest star in the night sky made it so he wasn’t a high priority in the first place, and the perfect pawn to help get James into the Hub.

The miner smiled to himself as he saw Captain Choep eye him appraisingly up and down in a lopsided attempt at being intimidating, but his fleshy and iridescent cheek bags giving him a dumb bloodhound sort of look ruined the attempt at the outset. Instead of the usual orange jumpsuit, James had been outfitted with a faux-leather bomber jacket and dark cargo pants that he thought was ripped right from a certain Harrison Ford character. He was sure that this wrinkled imbecile wasn’t a fan of ancient Terran films though, who might otherwise blow the cover of this copyright-infringing smuggler’s costume.

The cheek bags didn’t help the squat captain add any intimidating qualities to his speech either, which was predominantly overshadowed by the amount of spittle that sprayed dangerously close with each grating word spoken. Fortunately for James, the translator box on his shoulder-strap didn’t have a salivary gland, as it worked the words into common. “Stho, you tbhink you’re wortbhy of my crew, eh? What can a human offer in muscle tbhat my Gruat can’t? What could any human oftfer to a crew, eh? Eh?” He warbled out a chuckle that was shared by the other crew on his ship, including the bulky Gruat in question. James crossed his arms and looked contemptuously back, drawling out, “Heh, I could go toe to toe with ‘im. But I ain’t here to fight so much as get you in on the ore tradin,’ which is what you’re lookin’ for in the first place, right? Least, that’s what my sources said. But if you don’t need my extensive knowledge on the inside track on the market from here to the Vega cluster, that’s on you. I got other folks that’d appreciate the leg up.” He turned to leave the gangway but was stopped short - as planned - when he heard the almost desperate plea of the captain behind him, “Waitbh! Maybe… maybe we can use you. Justh waibth a moment.”

James slowly turned back, an eyebrow raised quizzically. He could see the captain’s gears turning sluggishly inside an unimaginative brain. James looked about the rest of the crew, their eyes either on their captain in anticipation, or on him in undisguised suspicion. The Gruat was certainly eyeing him up, probably assessing his fighting prowess as only a former gladiator could, the varied scars about his body giving away the possibility. The large alien shrugged contemptuously and crossed both pairs of arms before looking towards the captain. James merely smiled inside, it’s only unlucky or stupid fighters that have so many scars, and even being in his more golden years James believed he could give this hulking muscle the run-around.

However, chief among the crew which caught James’ eye was an arthropod-like species from one of the darker parts of the galaxy, and underneath the flak armor was a jet black chitinous hide ending in at least eight jointed appendages, though one of which was missing from some battle. The compound eyes situated on the skull seemed to bore into James, and when he looked back, the eyes merely narrowed in heightened suspicion. He leaned toward the captain still deliberating and said quite loudly, “Tktktktktk! We should not trust this one Captain Choep! I do not like him! Tktktktktk.”

The captain waived away the suggestion, the bottom of his flabby arm undulating from the movement. “Bah, you thbink too much Argax! Sthop pestering me! As for you, human! What do you say to three percent?”

James didn’t even need to pretend to think, considering it was a pittance being offered for the position. “Three? What do ya take me for? A scrubber-bot? I’d be finding the best prices for our… wares…. I want eight.”

Choep blinked several times, a purple color creeping up his jowls. “Eight? Eight? Nah, you gothta earn eight, scrounger! Six, and no more!”

Again, James pretended to think, he was going to take it even though it was still a low offer, those listening in through his earpiece were depending on it. He looked back up at the rather underwhelming captain, who had swelled out his paunch to appear bigger, which was a common show of superiority among his toad-like people. To the grizzled miner it was rather laughable. Finally, James nodded once and begrudgingly said, “Fine, but i'll be wanting my fair share as time goes by.” The captain nodded back several times, as did some of the other crew members, though some looked glum at the fact they wouldn’t be toasting him off the dockyard as their hands gripped tight at their holstered combi-blasters. The Lou-Maxi looked quite pleased with himself as he said to his new crew member, “Good, now make shture you get back before too long with your gear, we’ll be taking ofth soon.”

James nodded stoically, and turned about to make his way back to the dive he had rented for the night at this backend port. In truth he hadn’t even bothered unpacking, partly because of the mission, and partly because of his suspicion for the cleanliness of the place. As he turned he locked eyes one more time with Argax the Anthropoid, its many eyes showing nothing but dislike and undiminished suspicion. He knew he would have to step carefully the next few months to avoid the ire of that one. But now phase one was complete of their plan, and soon he would be on his way to possibly finding out if Charlie was alive. Worming away at his consciousness was the idea that it was just a random Tilluxian that was unfortunate enough to have been picked up alive by the indiscriminate pirates, but the burbling spring of hope that had sprouted during the conversation with his friend Eahn would not fully allow the possibility. He shrugged his shoulders and sped up his step. It had to be Charlie.

It had to be.

The next several weeks were rather harrowing for the older miner, and the stress of the facade James constantly had to maintain was getting to him. But he continued on with a stoicism born from desperation and an end goal. Not helping the situation was the constant presence of the multi-limbed menace James sometimes referred to as “Stubby,” that being Argax the arthropoidal alien who seemed to dog his every step with a nasty specist remark and an even nastier glare. He could have had the luxury of talking to a friendly voice using the communicator temporarily embedded in his ear canal, but without the masking of many communication channels a station as big as the Hub would afford him, he couldn’t risk any illicit transmission being picked up by the smuggling ship’s sensors. But several months of work in his role as the inside man (in more than one capacity) went by quickly, and finally the inept Captain Choep announced to the crew that some shore leave at the Hub was coming up.

James cheered and clapped hands with the rest of the pirates, but inwardly he wished the place would become little more than space dust. The hollowed out asteroid was a den of some of the most villainous elements in the galaxy, filled with slave markets, brutal gladiatorial chambers, and a booming black market trade, all orchestrated by one loathsome being: the self-styled Lord Takrex. He held an iron fist over the good-sized pirate fleet he controlled, and was connected enough that he somehow skirted the attention of the systems big enough to take him and the well fortified asteroid station head-on. In the meantime, the systems and colonies most plagued by his nefarious bunch were not large enough on their own to defeat him.

Again, James found himself somewhat day-dreaming as the stars outside the porthole passed swiftly by, thinking of what laid ahead for him, and the reunion he desperately hoped might happen. That worm of doubt reared its ugly head again inside the pit of his stomach, overwhelming his reverie with a sour thought. It isn’t Charlie. It is some poor schmuck of a Dragon who they got their claws into. All of this will be for nothing. Or even worse, if it was Charlie, he had spent these long months in captivity and cruelly-delivered pain while James had been moping about from bar to dingier bar, not even bothering to try and find him or try to do something. The grizzled miner pushed the thought away, but not before a tear began to trace a groove down his cheek and into the stubble where the tousled beard had been several weeks prior. He looked back up into the porthole, but his reflection had been joined by a multi-eyed head!

Turning swiftly, a hand going to his combi-blaster, he found Argax looking back at him slyly from several feet away, taking up most of the doorway. His mandibles clacked out a chuckle. “Tktktktktk, slow human, I have killed Narx Rats faster than you. And what is this, your face is wet! Have you finally cracked under the pressure? Tktktktktktk.” James cursed his little moment, acting like some blubbering fool, but outwardly sneered at his recently-acquired nemesis. “I’m afraid not, Stubby. I was merely crying with joy at the thought of what sort o’ bug spray they might sell big enough to put you on your tubby arse. Or do you think they might have some really big fly swatters? It’s my first time there.”

Argax, already naturally tall, grew taller still as he stalked menacingly toward the leather-clad miner, his eyes narrowed in fury. “Tktktktktk! That is not my name, barkok! I will teach you to-” He was cut off as the pounding of feet on metal decking came down the corridor outside, and both turned to see one of the other crew, another Lou-Maxi named Lorg, as he stopped at the door, his portly frame out of breath but cheery. “Thbe Hub! We’re ath thbe Hub!” He hardly failed to notice the tension in the room, and as he did, he awkwardly paused before nodding to both, and continuing hurriedly down the corridor.

When Argax turned around, the first thing he saw was the barrel of James’ combi-blaster aimed directly at his face. Argax’s smile was venomous but he conceded the situation, backing out of the room slowly with a parting jab. “Watch your back, human, you never know what lurks in the dark! Tktktktk.” James kept the blaster handy as he said, “Cowards mostly, I suspect.” Argax’ smirk vanished, snarling as he turned and stamped noisily down the hallway.

The disguised miner holstered his combi-blaster with a tired sigh as he thought of the good timing. He was glad this mission would be over soon. A drop of salty water that soon fell to the dirty deck plate, however, belied the doubts that continued to harbor themselves in the dark recesses of his mind.

Read the other parts of the series!

Part 1: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183762132696/charlie-1

Part 2: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183787102041/charlie-2

Part 3: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183794906326/charlie-3

Part 4: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183805565796/charlie-4

Part 6: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183819131196/charlie-6

Part 7: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183819391261/charlie-7

#hfy #haw #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #earth is space australia

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