#MLEM Game

[tabletopbellhop]

New Boardgame #Review on YouTube

MLEM: Space Agency from Rebel Studio and Reiner Knizia

A push your luck, sci-fi, dice game about cats in space!

Watch to find out why we think this is a great game for families that also has enough depth to keep hobby gamers entertained (with optional rules).

[a1ty]

No motivation, have mlem

(also might change fandoms idk :/)

Also have a circle guard my cousin forced me to draw

He is just happy to be there

[galderthefuzzy]

Summer Treat

The whole world around you pales in comparison, when you have a juicy, delicious, cold popsicle in your grasp on a hot summer day! Doesn't it?!

Well, at least in Blaff's case it certainly is so. Farm work is a hard work, and in summer it can be oh so very hot. Luckily the apprentices from the nearby Tower of Astromancy know a few tricks and conjure up tasty treats for the Worgen farmers.

M.L.E.M

[vulturevanity]

Kids' horror games suck ass nowadays, it's all cheap jumpscare-heavy mascot-based shovelware

Where's the dread of growing up. Where's the horror of having to carry the burden of an entire people's futures and expectations on your back as you navigate the newfound knowledge that your time in this world is finite, as is everyone else's. Finding out your parents aren't immortal, perfect beings. Being made to walk a yet unknown, terrifying world full of things that are out to hurt you. But also the hope of safety in company. Learning that most people want you to succeed. Learning that you have power to change the world.

[talesfromthenorsesmouth]

shot instantly in the dalgona round in squid game because i insist on going 'mlem mlem mlem mlem' while licking the honeycomb

[whovian223]

New to Me #boardgames - February 2025 @fantasyflightgames.bsky.social @reposproduction.bsky.social @burntislandgames.bsky.social @pegasusspiele.bsky.social

[father-spore]

1. 3 ships; percy X vax, oppositeshipping, desertduo

2. First ever ship: kai x skylor i think?

3. Last song: i'm poppy by poppy

4. Last movie: Spirited Away

5. Currently reading: is dragen

6. Currently watching: Beast Tamer (anime)

7. Currently consuming: candy

8. Currently craving: soda

9. Nine People to Tag: @gaudfish-naudsm @fiddler-sticks @sweetest-honeybee @terribleninjagoaus @kitsuneisi @sprucewoodmpreg @michaelstay @idiot-with-a-3ds @mikael100

9 people you would like to get to know better

tysm for the tag @alexmey-does-an-arts!

1. 3 ships; bowuigi, metadede, heavy/medic(I forget the name lol)

2. first ever ship; alphyne

3. last song; Ghost Cowboys by Louie Zong

4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

6. currently watching; JCS criminal psychology

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Iced Cream. About to go get it. I know there’s mind chip in my freezer (:

9 people to tag; @littlegreenwyvy, @garf-official, @d1nosaurpower, @tractor-inside-joke-fucker, @junkydoodlez, @seacrown, @neldu-nak, @darkcanid19, @stormyykat

[dracosprettygirl]

ᯓ★ just a baby!

pairing: dad!sirius x reader word count: 1.6k words summary: james potter, and his constant urge to be babied. warnings: fluff; weaponized baby fever; sirius being a girl dad through and through; marauders being marauders; second-hand embarrassment A/N: inspired by this max & yuki reel that popped up on my feed today.

♫ baby by me by 50 cent & ne-yo.

The baby was asleep.

That was the miracle.

The actual miracle.

You and Sirius sat frozen on the couch like museum statues, barely daring to breathe, afraid even the rustle of your eyelashes would wake the tiny, swaddled bundle currently snoring in the bassinet.

"She’s perfect," Sirius whispered, gazing at the baby like she hung the stars. "She has my nose."

"You have a dog nose," you whispered back.

"And it’s majestic. She’s lucky."

Before you could argue, a sharp knock knock knock exploded at the door.

Your heart stopped. Sirius looked like he’d just witnessed murder.

"Don’t answer it," he hissed.

"Sirius, they know we’re home."

"Let’s pretend we’re asleep."

Another knock. Louder. Then James Potter’s unmistakable voice:

"OI, PADFOOT! YOU IN THERE? YOU HAVE A BABY TO SHOW US!"

The baby stirred. You and Sirius both lunged forward in panic. By some divine mercy, she only snorted and rolled to the side.

Sirius exhaled like he’d been underwater for twenty years.

You padded over to the door, already hearing Remus’s polite murmuring and Peter’s excited babbling in the background.

When you opened it, the chaos stepped in.

James strode through like he owned the place, holding a gift basket the size of a cauldron. Lily trailed behind, shaking her head with a fond smile.

"Where is she?" James demanded. "Where is the tiny Sirius spawn?"

"Shh!" Sirius whisper-yelled from the couch. "She’s sleeping."

"Ooh, dangerous game," Remus said, stepping inside with a bag of books labeled Baby’s First Spells.

Peter peeked into the bassinet with wide eyes. "She’s got a full head of hair! Already cooler than Wormtail Jr."

"You don’t have a kid," Sirius muttered.

"Exactly. So she’s winning."

The group circled the bassinet like it was sacred. Lily leaned down first, brushing her fingers over the baby’s soft hair.

"She’s beautiful," she whispered. "She looks like you, Y/N."

Sirius gasped dramatically. "She looks like me too!"

"Mate," James said, smirking. "She looks like a potato in a blanket. Let’s give her a month before we determine whose hairline she’s inherited."

Sirius crossed his arms. "She has my cheekbones."

"She doesn’t even have cheekbones yet," Remus pointed out. "She’s two weeks old."

Sirius looked genuinely offended. "I’ll have you know, she’s already mastered brooding."

You smiled. “Everyone, this is Nova Alleia Black.”

Nova, always her father’s daughter, made a small mlem noise and kicked her leg, already enjoying the attention.

Sirius was at her side in a heartbeat, taking her from you and into his own arms. "There, there, darling, Papa’s got you. Shh, my sweet little stardust—"

James nearly choked. "Stardust?!"

"That’s what he calls her," you said, sipping your tea with a smirk.

Remus snorted. "This from the man who once named a motorcycle ‘Hellfire.’"

"She is my heart now," Sirius said proudly, cradling her in his arms like she was made of diamond dust. "I would lay down my life for her. I would destroy nations."

"She farted in your face yesterday and you said thank you," you added.

"It was adorable," Sirius said dreamily.

James leaned against the couch, arms folded. "Unbelievable. Padfoot used to charm the pants off half of Hogwarts and now he’s… what? Wearing burp cloths as accessories?"

"That was one time—"

"Mate, it’s still on your shoulder."

Sirius blinked, looked down, and cursed softly. "Damn. I thought this was the new towel."

Peter leaned over to poke the baby’s foot. "She’s going to be a menace. I can already tell."

"She’ll be a queen," Sirius declared. "Ruler of mischief. Empress of chaos."

"She just spit up on your shirt," Remus pointed out.

Sirius didn’t even flinch. "I accept her offerings."

You were trying not to laugh too hard, for the baby’s sake, but it was nearly impossible. Watching Sirius Black — rebel, motorbike-riding, rule-breaking Sirius — now gently bouncing his daughter while humming lullabies, was the single greatest show the Marauders had ever seen.

Lily smiled softly. "He’s going to spoil her rotten."

"Absolutely," you agreed.

"She already has a leather jacket in infant size," Remus muttered.

"She has taste," Sirius replied.

Eventually, the baby began to stir again — not enough to cry, just enough to shift against Sirius’s chest and let out a sound that was half-coo, half-yawn.

Sirius froze.

Everyone froze.

You all stared.

She blinked.

"She’s awake," Peter whispered, like he’d discovered fire.

The baby looked up at Sirius, squinted a bit… and smiled.

"Did you see that?!" Sirius nearly exploded. "She smiled! At me! That was for me!"

"Probably gas," James said.

"Shut it, Prongs, let me have this!"

You stepped over and kissed the top of Sirius’s head. "You’re doing great, Papa."

He looked up at you, eyes soft. "You think so?"

"I know so."

Behind you, James snorted. "Ugh. Disgusting. They’re in love. And breeding."

"Let’s leave before he starts serenading her," Peter said.

"Too late," Remus sighed, as Sirius began softly crooning a lullaby that sounded suspiciously like a rock ballad.

As the Marauders made their way out, Sirius looked down at his daughter and whispered, "Ignore them, Stardust. They’re just jealous."

The baby sneezed.

And Sirius melted all over again.

"You coming?" you asked, lifting the baby gently into your arms. "I’m gonna take her inside."

Sirius looked torn — one arm reaching longingly for the baby, the other still clutching her half-folded blanket like a security item.

"She just smiled at me. What if she forgets my face in the next thirty minutes?"

"You’ll live," you said, already halfway down the hall. "Besides, I think your friends want some alone time with you."

James perked up immediately. "Yeah, mate. We missed you. Our little Padfoot."

Sirius didn’t like the way James said that.

"You’re going to start something, I can feel it."

"You started it," Remus said, flopping onto the couch. "You called yourself Papa twice and referred to yourself in the third person."

"Stardust doesn’t know pronouns yet!"

"Clearly neither do you," Peter muttered.

The baby disappeared into the nursery with you, leaving behind a comfortable silence.

For three seconds.

James stood up, hands on hips, and declared with perfect confidence, "I want to be treated like the baby."

Sirius blinked. "Come again?"

"You heard me. You coddled her. Kissed her head. Rocked her like a prized crystal ball. I want that. I deserve that. I’ve been through things."

"You burned toast this morning," Lily said.

"And did anyone hold me afterward? No."

Sirius folded the blanket slowly. "You want me to—what? Rock you? Tuck you in?"

James dropped to the floor dramatically, curling into the fetal position. "Yes. I want Papa Sirius to hold me like the precious thing I am."

Peter snorted. "This is the worst thing I’ve ever seen and I once saw Sirius try to flirt with a girl using only dog metaphors."

"I told her she was pawsitively stunning," Sirius said defensively. 

Remus ignored them all. "Should we… leave him there?"

Sirius looked down at James, who had now started softly whimpering and whispering, "Just a little baby…"

"This feels like entrapment," Sirius muttered.

James extended his arms upward like a toddler demanding to be picked up. "Up, Papa. Up!"

"You’re thirty."

"I’m baby."

"Absolutely not."

Remus stood. "Actually, I want to see where this goes. You’ve got ten seconds, Padfoot."

Sirius glared at them all before begrudgingly crouching down and scooping James off the floor in a fireman carry.

James squealed in delight. "I feel so safe!"

"You’re heavier than my entire emotional baggage," Sirius groaned.

Peter applauded. "Wow. A real father."

"Hold him properly," Remus demanded. "Cradle style."

Sirius looked to the heavens. "Why have you forsaken me?"

"You did this to yourself," came your voice from the hallway.

Sirius turned. You were standing there, arms folded, watching him bridal-carry a fully grown James Potter, who was now sucking his thumb and asking for a juice box.

"Don’t mind me," you said, trying not to laugh. "Just checking the noise levels. Thought the baby was crying. Turns out it was just James."

"I AM A BABY!" James wailed.

You gave Sirius a long, pitying look. "Good luck, Papa."

"Take me with you," Sirius mouthed desperately.

You disappeared, laughing, and Sirius turned back to his so-called friends.

"Alright, baby James," he said through gritted teeth. "You want the full treatment?"

James gasped. "You mean it?"

Sirius flopped onto the couch with him still in his arms, tugged a nearby throw over them both, and started rocking dramatically. "There, there, little Jamiekins. Who’s Mama’s precious golden boy?"

"I am," James sniffled.

"Who’s gonna grow up and marry a nice redhead and make actual babies one day?"

"I am, Papa!"

Remus wiped a tear from his eye. "This is better than theater."

"Burp him next," Peter said. "That’s the final boss."

Sirius just groaned, already regretting everything. James had now started humming the lullaby Sirius had used on the baby earlier, but horribly off-key.

"Papa’s got you, Jamie-boo," he sang in a warble, "Papa’s never leavin’ youuuu—"

That was the final straw.

Sirius stood, dumped James onto the floor unceremoniously, and dusted off his hands. "You’re cut off. No more cuddles. No more baby. You’re a grown man with a mortgage and back pain."

James pouted. "You didn’t even kiss my forehead."

"Do it and I’m taking pictures," Remus warned, already holding his camera.

Sirius pointed at the door. "Out. All of you. Go make your own babies if you want snuggles so badly."

"Not all of us have someone as tolerant as Y/N," Peter muttered as they filed out.

James stuck his head back in. "This isn’t over. The baby war has begun."

Sirius slammed the door behind them, leaned against it, and sighed.

Then a soft voice came from the hallway:

"Was that… James pretending to be your child?"

"Please don’t leave me alone with them again," Sirius groaned.

You smirked, already walking toward him with the baby in your arms.

"Well," you said sweetly, "I am thinking about baby number two someday."

Sirius perked up.

"…As long as it's not James."

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@belovedenzo

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[theresattrpgforthat]

Which Visigoths vs. Mall Goths character would you play?

Visigoths vs. Mall Goths is a PbtA game about 90's teenagers vying for control over the local mall, and trying to get a date. There's a lot of bisexuals.

Conqueror: (Visi-Goth) At home in the saddle, your first instinct is to poke the problem with your spear. You're also not half bad at stealing things, and you're likely super-competitive.

Charlatan: (Visi-Goth) The follower of an ancient religion, you are not bad at inspiring religious acts in others! You're also pretty good at forging your parent's signature.

Runecaster: (Visi-Goth) A magic-user who can use runes to turn invisible, fly, and get out of dodge when the problems you caused get a little too hairy.

Theatre Tech: (Mall Goth) A technological wizard who totally has the ability to climb into the rafters of the mall and set off a wicked display of fireworks using some rope and a bit of duct tape.

Witch: (Mall Goth) You can fucking haunt people. How are you haunting them? The playbook doesn't say. But you can haunt them.

Cyber Pet: (Mall Goth) You can put on cute animal ears for a half-price discount at any store. You can also have mley/mlem pronouns. Need I say more?

[literaryvein-reblogs]

From the Slang Dictionary

part 3

Cheugy - a slang adjective mocking someone or something as “uncool”—they are out of touch with current trends or trying too hard to be trendy. It is often used ironically.

L + ratio - used as a mocking insult on social media, often in reply to a post or opinion considered particularly bad. The letter L is used as a slang term for loss (as in the opposite of win). The word ratio is used in its social media sense referring to a situation in which a post has a high proportion of replies compared to likes or reposts, which usually indicates a barrage of negative replies criticizing and often mocking the post.

Let him cook - a slang phrase that means to freely let a person do something they are good at. It is one of many variations of the phrase let X cook that is used to refer to letting someone do what they do. Some other examples of variations include let her cook, let them cook, and let us cook. The phrase is often used to express a desire that another person be given free rein to do something or not to be held back.

Mlem - in the internet slang of DoggoLingo, mlem is the sound a dog (or other animal) makes when they stick out their tongue to lick something, especially their own nose or chops.

Rizz - a slang term for skill in charming or seducing a potential romantic partner, especially through verbal communication. It is most commonly applied in the context of men pursuing women, but not always. The term is thought to be a shortening of charisma. It is typically used in the exact same way as the older slang term game.

Sealioning - a critical term for a form of trolling that involves relentlessly pestering someone with questions and requests (such as for evidence or sources), typically with the goal of upsetting them and making their position or viewpoint seem weak or unreasonable. It is typically applied to online contexts, such as social media, forums, and message boards (although it can also happen offline). Sealioning often involves giving off the impression of sincere curiosity and an open mind, using polite-sounding language, and framing the questioning as part of honest intellectual debate. However, the real goal of such behavior is to irritate the other person until that person gets angry or upset, thus allowing the questioner to portray themselves as a victim as an attempt to diminish a position or viewpoint they disagree with.

Snowga - the practice of doing yoga in a snowy environment.

Sploot - slang for the pose an animal, especially dogs, cats, and other four-legged pets, makes when it lies on its stomach with its hind legs stretched out back and flat. The term is especially associated with Welsh corgis and is used affectionately in the internet slang of DoggoLingo.

The ick - a term used in dating to refer to a sudden feeling of disgust or repulsion to a dating partner someone was previously attracted to.

Word up - a slang phrase used to show agreement, approval, or excitement.

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs ⚜ Part 1 2

[feather-x-crown]

Thirsty Astarion and a drink check on the ethicly sourced organic red 🩸

Mlem Mlem Mlem 👅

Inspired by that BG3 DnD Clip from Larion and High Rollers Collab Dnd game: [LINK]

[tabletopbellhop]

New #Boardgame #Unboxing

Check out what you get with MLEM: Space Agency. A push your luck dice game from Rebel Studio and famed game designer Reiner Knizia

One of the best looking Knizia games I've seen featuring a neoprene board and Cats In Space!

[violet-hyper]

Last song: September by Earth, Wind & Fire (<- listening to some recommended songs)

Favourite color: Purpleee~!

Last Show: Hmm... Well, I'm just about to watch Gravity Falls so my friend doesn't murder me for 'missing out' XD

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: All of the above. It just depends on my mood

Relationship Status: Potato

Last Search: Structure of Chemosensory Organs

Current obsession: Roleplay and Doors Roblox XD

Well, Kuzushi of course stole all our mutuals, so time to jumpscare the rest of my friends >:) @fivelike11, @mageofmangoes, @tev-the-random, @mocha-the-gremlin, @sonicsponge03

Of course, feel free not to respond to this <3

So this is a tag game apparently. Got tagged by @xx-moonluster-xx

Last song: The Other Promise (Kingdom Hearts Re:coded) - Yoko Shimomura

Favourite color: Blue

Last Show: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS (Rewatching for the billionth time)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy

Relationship Status: Regrettably very single (But If I close my eyes and pretend hard enough, it's like I'm not! HAHAHA. HAH. Haah...)

Last Search: "chara undertale creepy face"

Current obsession: Granblue Fantasy Tagging: @spinzzy @lonlonmilkfan @therealyaspen and of course, you, random person seeing this post!

[wired-for-weird]

idea for continuation of dragon/human storyline (which is Very Good and I go back to often): while messing with spells and/or interacting with other magic creature/plant/food/etc. that accidentally put human to sleep. Magic rules, so a kiss should wake them up, but a) mild panic over do dragon mlems count as kisses? what do when dragon does not have lips? and b) no, no, spell *has* been broken, but the waking up bit is delayed by a few minutes --love, Blep

I have learnt many things since I came to own you.

I knew that the king I took this ruin from fancied himself a magician. He gathered power to himself and wrapped himself in it like armour. Not that it did him any good in the end.

I did not know about the library he left behind. That was your discovery-- a winding network of tunnels and chambers below ground, richly decorated, if somewhat neglected. The walls are packed with books in what is, you assure me, startlingly good condition.

I cannot say I would have much cared if I had found this library for myself. Well-preserved or not, the books are too small and too delicate for me to handle, let alone read. And the dark wood and embroidered hangings are not to my tastes. But the place delighted you, and so you have sole possession.

You've brought much use from it. It is where you found the spells that have left their permanent marks on your skin, for one. And much as I would like to, I can't keep you with me all the time. It charms me to think of you engaged so while I am away, discovering, reading, shaping the place to your fancy much as I have shaped the upper world to mine.

But occupied or not, you are always there to greet me on my return. So it is not like you not to come when called. Where are you, little thing? Must I hunt you out? I am all for games when the mood is on me, but right now I ache from hours in the air. I have little patience left to test.

I search for you, following your taste in the air. I find the stairs you descended, taking you into those tunnels too small for me. I cannot follow, but by now I can make a good guess--there. I press one eye to a crack in the foundation. You are collapsed over a table, open book pillowing your head. Your chest rises and falls in sleep. Did you tire yourself out, love?

I set my claws into the crack, pry it open. Dust cascades, beams shriek and stone splinters. I expect you to wake, to shout in alarm, to scold me for breaking things, as though I don't have the right to break anything I own.

But you don't. You don't stir at all as I catch you up. You loll in my palm against my claws. You are warm, unmistakably alive, but limp, deeply, deeply asleep.

I do not feel uneasy. I never feel uneasy. But this is not as it should be.

I grope for the book you were using as a pillow, but of course, I can't read it. The text is minute, even by the standards of a spellbook, and the cover gives me no hint. A growl is building in my chest. My tail lashes, gouging the stone of the walls and floor. What were you doing, foolish one, what did you do to yourself?

I examine you for some clue. No mark on your body other than the ones I have made. Whole and unharmed, not so much as an insect bite. Your heart beats soundly, your breathing unlaboured. Poison in the ink, maybe, or the paper? There is no scent of it on your fingers. I do catch traces of your own slick there, though, beneath your soap. Were you missing me, little one? Were you distracting yourself, or looking for some inspiration? I know your taste for being taken while you sleep, so perhaps...

There, caught in your throat. A sleeping spell. I don't know how it got there-- you could have murmured it to yourself as you read, or else it might been left between the pages and you breathed it in by accident.

Either way, it is irrelevent. The breaking of a sleeping spell should be the easiest thing in the world. A kiss from a beloved. True, we've never been able to share a kiss in the exactest sense, but there's none so beloved to you as me.

I settle into a crouch and cup you gently in both palms. My tongue flickers from between my jaws. It slides against your cheek, your jawline. One limb curls around your throat, tip pressing your lips apart. Automatically, the other snakes about your hips, toward your cunt where I lick and tease, though I stop short of filling you. All the same, I can feel how easily you would give. You have been missing me, haven't you, love? How often did you fuck yourself thinking of me while I was away?

You lie there in my palms, utterly unresponsive. I can't deny it wakes something in me, your warmth, your sheer vulnerability. What if I speared you on me now? Wore you for hours, abused you in a way I never could while you were awake? I feel my cock growing tight in my slit at the thought. If it were not you, I might. I've done worse to less favoured toys. If it were not you...

But it is. I withdraw, my mouth and throat full of your taste. And you do not move. The kiss hasn't worked.

Why not? It can't be a technicality, surely, can't be that I don't have lips to press to yours. It can't be something that asanine. If it is, I will hunt the originator of this spell, or their descendents, and eat them alive.

I coil you in my tongue again, pull you halfway between my jaws. No coyness this time. My tongue fills your cunt, your throat. Your taste overwhelms me. My cock is full and hard, twitching as I thrust my hips against empty air. I am coming undone, breathing harsh.

Breathe. You need to breathe. I pull my tongue from your airway, and the release of you even that slight degree is a wrench. I cup you close, listening, waiting--

--and feel you stir, ever so slightly. Relief floods me in a monumental wave. I give in. My tail curls beneath me, crushing my cock between it and my belly. Fuck, I haven't humped myself like this since I was a desperate adolescent. But I need release and it comes quickly. As I sprawl there, panting, I can check you over properly.

The spell has dissolved. Whether it was because that counted as a kiss after all or because it was simply dislodged by the throatfucking I gave you remains uncertain.

You are still asleep, though you no longer have the utter limpness of spelled unconciousness. A lingering side effect, leaving you something like drugged. My claws begin to move over you in the by now familiar patterns, spell-lines flaring into life. You are safe and well and I am glad of it and if I am not hilted in you soon I will snap entirely.

[dandysworldhcs]

heyhey! new anon waoh (sorry)

hcs are my life, so here’s some! most of them involve neurodivergence because my medical anomaly self does that. seriously I’ve lost count of how many disorders I have

Astro has the ‘tism (dislikes photography, blunt conversation, sleep is weird, comfort blanket, gets told he looks sad and didn’t realize it, etc)

Dandy is allergic to weed killer/pesticide

Vee can run the no wifi dinosaur game, and Shelly plays it when they’re bored together

Shrimpo has allodynia or is hypersensitive in some context, causing physical touch to be extra painful

Gigi has kleptomania. this seems obvious but kleptomania isn’t actually just “yoink” it’s more a cycle of anxiety, brief joy, and guilt

Flutter has a proboscis. mlem

Glisten has tried to spray Rodger with glass cleaner on multiple occasions (due to the interaction where glisten remarks that rodger’s glass is smudged) and has been successfully more than Rodger wants to admit

Toodles can ride a bike

Goob likes physical affection over words because he has a tendency to make verbal mistakes a lot more often than the others

Scraps knows origami, and has memorized several hex codes

poppy has adhd. that is all

boxton has multiple blue bandannas that look identical, instead of just one

if given the option, finn would put a lot of different sea creatures in his head, including dangerous and or toxic ones

ginger has a candy cane striped blindness cane because she’s missing one eye

pebble knows what “stop staring” means, but doesn’t oblige because he likes looking at the other toons

Rudie has, on multiple occasions, been the reason the kitchen ran out of carrots

cosmo and sprout are codependent

Teagan dislikes coffee, but will tolerate giving it to a guest at a tea party

coal will eat your bagels if you leave them unattended. and your cereal. and all food. and your socks.

bobette constantly has dance of the sugar plum fairy stuck in her head, so she got the speakers off the holiday floor to play it too

Razzle is a morning person, but dazzle is a night owl

brightney would make good tiramisu

tisha has contamination ocd, and will smack you with the feather duster if you don’t wash your hands

also what is your favorite type of cereal

apologies for the long ask, i am infested by brainworms and this game has grabbed me by the throat

~ anomaly cereal anon

(if that name is taken then cereal anon/ autism cereal anon/ anomaly anom/ apology anon works too. have a good day/night)

My favorite cereal is Frosted Mini Wheats, specifically the cocoa one!

[kedreeva]

For the NYE game - For 2023, I am proud that I stood my ground with a toxic, workplace bully. The good news was they left shortly after it was clear that I couldn’t be broken.

Here is my cat, who makes me laugh every day.

Happy New Year!

oh is there ANYthing better than surviving longer at your workplace than your bully does? i think not. I outlived both of mine before finally quitting! Also LOVE the kitty. Mlem!

Here's an Opal to commemorate walking away

Play the game!