#look at them...fwiends..

[aperfecta]

Last week my friends came over and I dug out a MLP coloring book and we colored. Well they colored, I was just drawing

[nerdstreak]

WAHHH LOOK AT MY BESTIES I WANNA JOIN THEIR PERFECT NIGHT

[skitskatdacat63]

merry christmas catiee <33 love you!!

Merry christmas Claire!!! Love you too 💕💕

[terranatior]

Making my Tav go to bed alone at the Post Rescue the Tiefling Camp party bc I cannot commit to any of these men ✌😔

[elleaitch22]

Terms of Endearment

Chapter 14: Living in the Quiet

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Sorry this is so short! This was originally supposed to come at the end of Chapter 13, but I was a little depressed 🙃 I’ve used some strategies from my therapist, so we should be back to normal now! Thank you so much for your patience and support; it really means the world to me!!!! I hope you love this little chapter! xx Elle

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, negative self-talk, mentions of emotional manipulation, and verbal abuse

Word Count: 2.5k words

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Morgan was already waiting at the curb, ready to take Azzi to Four Oaks. The two greeted each other warmly, then they were heading out of the city.

Azzi decided to journal in her wake. Not about the perfect day like Paige had wanted her to, but she needed to mind dump. Or those thoughts she’d talked herself out of would come flooding back in.

For the next 47 minutes, Azzi’s pen tore across pages with no real break.

spiraled again today :) triggers??? it was too still, too quiet after nika and ice left. we were proud about progress, but there’s still too much to be done. i feel like didn’t do enough and didn’t earn them caring enough to help me?

i got a lot done though. finished soleil’s room. little table for her work, the bed, bookshelf. decorations too. we finished couch and rug and coffee table. would be comfortable when we did noon school. feels more like a home than a condo.

they helped, but i did a lot too.

still need to add more…warmth? charm? character? could def be more homey and comfy. would look good at quick glance, but not up close.

is effort enough? did it look as messy as i feel?

^ something grant would say to me

don’t need to earn their help. i’m in their family. i am wanted, not just tolerated.

i am safe.

i am not too much.

i am wanted.

i am loved.

i’m not perfect, and i don’t need to be

what to do so i can be better?

care for soleil

let everybody love me

date paige (?!?!?!?!)

stay

“We’re here,” Morgan called from the driver’s seat.

Azzi closed her journal, slipping into her purse. “Thanks, Morgan. We’ll be right back.”

She hopped out of the car, joining the other families going to the office to sign out their children. She smiled looking at their outfits; she fit in with the rest of them.

Soleil was sitting quietly, legs swinging slowly. Her big blues lit up when she noticed the brunette. She was across the room in the blink of an eye. “I love it hewe! I maked five new fwiends!” Her little face was buried in Azzi’s neck.

“Yeah? You had a good day, Lei?” She giggled, holding the girl to her front.

Short legs wrapped around her waist as Soleil went on. “Miss Wussell teached us about the pawts of a book, and I telled her you alweady telled me about books! And see sayed I was weally smawt.” She paused to take a breath. “We gonna come back tomowwow?”

Azzi strapped her into her car seat. “Of course you can come back tomorrow, Sunny Girl. Do you still wanna do lunch and school with me every day?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “We do volcanoes togethew and have fun! Oh and guess! I was on gween all day today, and Miss Wussell gave me a blue smiley face in my foldew. Blue is even bettew than gween!”

“Wow! That’s really good, Lei!” Morgan turned from the front seat. “Your mama is going to love that.” She glanced at Azzi. “Where to?”

“What do you think we should have for lunch, Soleil? Do you want burgers, sandwiches, or noodles?” Azzi asked.

Soleil’s face twisted into the cutest pensive look, “Mmmmm, sandwich please.”

“Okay, Morgan, let’s go to Léa French Café please. Then you can go, we can walk back home. It’s only a few minutes away from the house.”

Their journey to the café was filled with Soleil pointing to every building and naming the shape of it.

The two of them split a croque monsieur and a cranberry apple salad. The little girl asked the woman what they’d be doing after they got home. “We’ll do poetry and history some days and science and art on other day. We’re gonna do French every day though, I know you like the fancy words.” Her blue eyes widened with excitement, and her next monologue started, going on about what she wanted to learn about in each subject. Azzi catalogued the information, already planning the next couple of weeks. Soleil’s rambling tapered off as she finished her portion.

“Okay, Sunny. Ready to go?” Azzi asked.

Soleil’s arms stretched up, and her lips turned down in a sleepy pout. Azzi smiled warmly, lifting the girl to her hip.

Azzi’s chest tightened a bit with anxiety. She should’ve thought through this. The last time she’d had Soleil out of the house, Grant had gotten too close to them.

Paige made sure he wouldn’t be coming back. Soleil is safe. They are both safe.

Azzi repeated the mantra the entire seven minute trek back home, sighed in relief when her front door was closed behind her.

She carried her to her fresh room and tucked her in. She hesitated before dropping a soft kiss onto her forehead.

Azzi closed the door to her room, tiptoeing to the kitchen to set up their volcano experiment. On the coffee table, she set up paints and paper for their art activity. Then she got to work with labeling. Azzi knew that kids learn best through immersion, so she used index cards to label all objects and surfaces with the English word and the French translation.

She padded into Soleil’s room, deciding to organize her bookshelf while she waited for the girl to wake up.

About forty minutes later, she heard it. “Azzi, this is my woom?” A groggy voice called out.

Small fists rubbed sleep out of blue eyes.

“Of course it is,” Azzi whispered with a smile.

Soleil slid out of bed and crawled into Azzi’s lap. The relaxed in comfortable silence until Soleil’s head popped up. “I’m hungwy.”

“How about we eat some fruit while we practice our French?”

Little feet scurried out to the kitchen before Azzi could even get off the floor. She grabbed pink sticky notes and a purple marker and followed her out.

Azzi set a fruit board on the coffee table in the living room and clapped lightly.

“Okay, Mademoiselle Soleil,” she started, “The first thing we’re going to do is label the entire apartment.” She paused dramatically, “If you’re ready, say, ‘je suis prête’!”

“Je suis prête!” Soleil called around a strawberry.

They started with the basics. Soleil would touch a different surface. Azzi would tell her the word in French, and Soleil would repeat it. They would write the word together. Giggles and tricky ‘r’s filled the space.

“La lampe,” Azzi said, touching the shade.

“La lampe,” Soleil echoed, “Just like lamp!”

“Très bien, Lei.” Azzi praised.

Soleil went to touch the rug next, “Le tapis.” Azzi called.

“Le tapis! The rug is le tapis!”

When they got to the refrigerator, Azzi’s heart almost burst with affection. “Le frigo.”

“I’m gonna call it le frigo box!” Her voice was serious, brows furrowed deeply.

The got through eight more objects, la fenêtre, la porte, le canapé, le livre, la chaise. Then Soleil calls out, “I’m gonna sleep on le tapis! No mowe fancy wowds today!”

“Okay!” Azzi said, pulling the book off the table. “Come sit with me and we can read a book.”

Soleil climbed into her lap, curled up with her head tucked under Azzi’s chin. The book balanced against Azzi’s knees showed a brightly illustrated nonfiction story: A Child’s Guide to Pompeii.

Azzi softened her voice as she read, making it half lullaby, half documentary.

“Once upon a time, nearly two thousand years ago,” she began, “there was a busy Roman town full of people—just like us. Kids who went to school, bakers with fresh bread, artists and mosaics. And behind their town was a beautiful mountain called Vesuvius.”

Soleil squinted at the cartoon drawings. “They didn’t know it was a volcano?”

“Nope. It hadn’t erupted for hundreds of years. It just looked like a big pretty hill.”

“What happened?” she whispered.

Azzi tilted the tablet so Soleil could see the next illustration: a cloud of gray exploding out of the mountain, swallowing the town.

“It erupted really fast,” she said. “Ash and fire and smoke. People tried to run, but it was too much. The town was buried under the ash for centuries.”

Soleil’s eyes were wide. “Like a blanket?”

“A very heavy one.” Azzi tapped the screen again. “But then, archaeologists started digging. And guess what they found? Spoons! Paintings! Dolls! It was like opening a time capsule.”

Soleil sat bolt upright. “We have to make our own volcano.”

“Art class it is,” Azzi said, kissing the top of her head.

They cleared the table and gathered supplies from the recycling bin and under the sink: paper towel rolls, cardboard, glitter glue, old tissue boxes. Azzi snipped shapes and Soleil taped them together with great ceremony. The structure ended up looking a little like a very aggressive lampshade, but they both agreed it had volcanic spirit.

They mixed red and orange paint in an old yogurt container, Soleil stirring like a mad scientist. Then came the glitter—too much glitter—and finally, a paper flag at the top reading Mount Vesuvius in blocky, determined handwriting.

Azzi took a breath. “Now for the final touch—”

“I want to make a museum!” Soleil shouted. “Like the real Pompom museum! With signs!”

“I like how you think,” Azzi said. “Let’s make our own Pompeii museum!”

They turned the kitchen table into an exhibit. Soleil arranged the volcano on a folded towel to look like terrain. Around it, she added artifacts: a painted spoon, an old Barbie shoe (“a gladiator sandal,” she explained), and a small pile of pebbles she declared were “Roman gold.”

Azzi helped her cut index cards for signs:

Mount Vesuvius

Ancient Coins

Do Not Touch (seriously)

This spoon is 2,000 years old. Maybe.

The finishing touch was a strip of painter’s tape across the edge of the table. Azzi wrote in red marker: MUSEUM STARTS HERE.

When Azzi stepped back to take a picture, Soleil grabbed a handful of glitter and flung it into the air.

“ERUPTION!” she shouted, shaking the volcano. “KSHHHHHHHHHHHH—”

Azzi clutched her heart. “So realistic. I fear for my life.”

Soleil collapsed in giggles.

They sat like that for a while, letting the glitter ash settle. Soleil leaned against her shoulder, catching her breath.

“Next time,” she whispered, “can we make lava that’s real?”

Azzi gave her a sly look. “What about Wednesday?”

Soleil beamed.

Azzi laughed, quietly, and rested her cheek against the top of Soleil’s head.

Their cuddle was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Go to your room, Lei. Close the door.” Azzi said seriously.

The girl scurried to the back as Azzi crossed her living room. She looked through the peephole, sighing in relief.

“Come on out, Lei!” She called. “Mommy’s here!”

Azzi swung the door open. Paige’s eyes trailed up Azzi’s frame. The corners of her lips lifted as she took in the smears of glue on her pants and the glitter on her face.

She couldn’t believe that she lost track of time this much. She looked like an idiot in front of the woman she liked.

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Paige was confused as to how someone could look so perfect when they were a mess. She figured it was because she knew Azzi looked like that because she’d been doing something with Soleil.

Her pretty girl ran around the corner. “Hi Mommy!” She yanked Paige into the apartment. “Come on. I can show you my fancy wowds and my volcano!” Soleil exclaimed.

“Wow! You’re learning French?” Paige looked at the brunette who was still standing by the door. “That’s very impressive.”

She smirked at the blush blooming on Azzi’s cheeks as she let Soleil walk her around the living room. Lei looked at Azzi whenever she came across an object she couldn’t remember, and each time, Azzi reminded her gently.

It was so fucking hot. Seeing how she dealt with Soleil.

“And we maked a volcano too, Mommy!”

Soleil walked her over to the ‘museum’ and smiled proudly. “A long time ago, there was a volcano that blew up in Pompom! And a smoke blanket covered everything. And then the people digged it up and found spoons!”

“That’s such a cool volcano you made, Lei-Lei. You guys did a great job today, baby.” Paige bent to Soleil’s level. “You know what that means, right?”

Her blue eyes widened as she threw herself into her mother’s arms. “MOVIE NIGHT!”

“Yeah, baby,” Paige smiled. “We get to have movie night.”

Soleil started to tug her mother towards the hallway.

“You girls have fun.” Azzi leaned against the doorway.

Paige kept her eyes on the pretty brunette until the elevator doors closed. Her whole body flooded with warmth when she noticed how happy Soleil was.

Outside of the singular sentence about liking her new school, Soleil’s ramblings were centered around Azzi Fudd. The sandwich and salad they shared. The pretty bedroom Azzi had put together for her. The new French words she’d learned.

Paige was comforted knowing she’d made the right choice when she decided on Azzi a month ago.

“Mommy, can we have popcorn and candy and soda?” Soleil asked as Paige washed the glitter off her little body.

She knew she should say no, but she couldn’t, not when those big blues were locked onto her. “Yes, but only a few Sour Patch Watermelons and a cup of Sprite.”

Ten minutes later, the pair are snuggled together on the couch in matching unicorn pajamas Jana had made for them last Christmas. A bowl of popcorn and candy rests on top of the rainbow blanket covering their laps.

“We watch Encanto, Mommy?” Soleil asked as they scrolled through movie options.

They hadn’t watched the film in a couple of weeks, and Paige was more than happy to sing “The Family Madrigal” with her baby.

Halfway through the movie, Soleil climbed into Paige’s lap, thumb in her mouth and the other hand tangling in long blonde hair. Blonde brows furrowed; Soleil didn’t suck her thumb unless she was feeling very needy.

“I haven’t been around as much as I usually am, hm?” Paige questioned, guilt filling her heart.

Soleil didn’t say anything, just shook her head.

A long kiss landed on the smooth forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. Do you want to start our weekly Mommy-Lei Lei dates again?”

“Yeah,” Soleil nodded. “We can have a dance party too!”

“That’s a great idea, Sunshine. Maybe we can do one every Tuesday, and another one on the weekend if you have a good week at school.”

Her daughter nodded again, Mirabel grabbing her attention.

For the rest of the film, Paige couldn’t focus on the sweet storyline, only that she had let her daughter down. This was the first time something like this had happened. She knew her developing friendship and relationship was taking a lot of time, but she hadn’t yet figured out how to balance a partner with being a mother.

She was going to do a better job.

She had to.

[genderqueerdykes]

(for context I'm genderfluid FtM) I've gotten to the point where I'm so tired of the whole "I HATE ALL MEN 💫but not you your my bewst fwiend🥺💕" bullshit that as soon as any of the people I know (I refuse to call them friends) starts going off I ask why they hate me and then watch as they crumble try to cling onto the 'all men but not you!!' without outing the fact that they're outright transphobic and don't view me as a man or masculine figure

thanks for taking the time to send this, i really appreciate it. your story deserves to be heard

i absolutely cannot stand this behavior. i cannot stand when people say "kill all men" "I hate men" "men should die" "all men need to transition into women" and then have a man in their life and go "except you, you're one of the Good Ones!! we don't mean YOU when we say these things DUH you should just KNOW that!!!! we're your '''''friends''''' we'd never say that about you!"

like no, actually, that doesn't make me feel comforted or feel good at all. i don't want to be viewed as a "special" man who's "different" from other men. i'm not inherently better than other men. but you're right, it's painfully obvious that people who say things like that and then look at the trans men in their lives and go "i didn't mean YOU!!!!!!!! you're so soft and defenseless and sweet you could never hurt a fly uwu" and make it painfully obvious that they view us as women. if people find out you have a vagina they'll go "oh you're Safe don't worry you're not like Those men uwu" and it's. yeah.

this behavior has gotta go. this is not making your transmasc friends feel better. we do not like that you are openly hating the rest of our siblings and saying they should die. no we're not "special" men. we do not like being seen as a separate kind of man from cis men. we do not want to be considered "the good ones" when that involves throwing literally every other man and masc under the bus. this shit isn't flattering, it's just making it glaringly apparent that you don't view us as men.

thanks for taking the time to stop by, i hope people stop this shit because all it does is alienate us. i'm glad you don't call them friends anymore. that's not what friends do.

[mitchythekiddoodles]

UUAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! THE GOILS!!! ; A ; <3

Attack for @mitchythekiddoodles !

[fruchtfliege]

Snippet Sunday 👰

tagged by my fwiends :)) @johnsotherbastard @nightshade-emrys @awinnn23 @thiamsalpha

(imp info for the snippet: so they've been undercover in a hunter convention and, a few days ago, there was wolfsbane in the food)

Chris puts the dish down in front of him. Everyone in the cafeteria is so loud, they don't really feel the need to talk. Peter takes his utensils even if he's not hungry. 

“Wait, I didn't taste it yet,” Chris says quickly, still placing everything on their table. 

Peter snorts at Chris playing mother hen but, inside, he's stunned. There's something in the casualness of Chris’ words, something about him only halfway paying attention while saying them, that reeks of domesticity. They've been together every second of the last four days but this feels different. It looks like, for the first time, it's easy for Chris. 

Peter stares as the hunter finally gets settled and takes a bite out of his dish before pushing Peter's plate back towards him. Chris considers the bite for a few seconds. 

“Is it okay? It's not too hot for me to eat, mom?”

Chris nods with just a smirk and Peter loses a few seconds staring at it. What the fuck does that mean? Since when is Chris amused? Especially since he was furious just an hour ago! 

…And they say Peter is unstable. 

“What?” Chris asks when he notices Peter not eating and looking at him. 

“You smirked,” Peter says in a low voice. “You never smirk.” 

Chris stays silent. He starts digging into his own plate before he finally shrugs. “I thought it was funny.” 

Peter is conflicted. On one hand, he loves a compliment. On the other, it's probably just Chris apologizing without apologizing again.

NPT (ik it's late but snippet monday is a thing): @thiamsxbitch @hemlocksandfoxgloves @ashyjingles @honestlydarkprincess @el-viruss @aristarr @ksbbb @slimeyslimeyballsack @opheliathiams @akirasstories @morganasmissus @lovelylittlegrim @theoceanismyinkwell @valkyrievoid-15 @haven-of-dusk @okay-but-could-we-not @bellatrixxmarierose @mooniamsblog @attempted--eloquence

[arclundarchivist]

Service

A raven cries for the first time, and he is amazed at how powerful those little lungs are. Galdric whines and bats at his ears.

Purvan smiles.

"Hello, my Lady."

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He watches from afar as her mother cleans her face, yet another meal scattered across the ground.

Galdric laps it up and then noses around for more, his great head at eye level with the Little Lady, who stares at him with wide eyes.

"You're getting fat," Purvan remarks. Galdric huffs derisively.

A shout in the distance, the call of a Raven, he reaches for his weapon.

"Keep her safe," he warns, and his great wolf is already moving. He gently pushes her mother to carry her inside and sets up before the door.

----

He listens as she animatedly chats with her new friend.

"She is my Darwing," she states happily, holding up a Raven in her chubby toddler fists, "A fwiend like you and Galdwic!"

"I am certain you will be the best of friends," he says smiling down at her, wondering not for the first time at the destiny he has been given.

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He teaches her how to fish, how to forest, how to cook, and how to patch a wound.

All the things she will need to know to survive in a world consumed by war. Not live, survive. She is far too young to have to simply survive, but he can't give her the life she deserves. But she will survive, as he promised.

And he observes the moments when the greater part of her pokes through. Pausing in battlefields and graveyards on their travels, staring around like she has stumbled into somewhere she half-remembers. The half-step she would take towards any field hospital or medic tent they passed. The raven feathers she would adorn her hair with, many found at random on the road. Her standing outside in the cold far past what should be safe when the seasons change into winter.

The change is coming.

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He finds her, in a temple scarred and broken, tears tracking down her face, eyes uncertain, magic burning across her fingers.

"My Lady?" he asks, putting so much into that title than he has before in this, her second life.

She looks at him, calm trying to overtake the panic, but this is far from settled yet, far from understood. It will be his place to explain as best he can. Galdric brushes past him and curls up next to her, offering wordless comfort.

She gladly takes it.

His job is the easy one.

"What am I?" she asks, voice quavering.

He smiles and kneels down so they are at eye level.

"A miracle." he intones. He means it with all his heart.

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She comes into her power, she changes and grows and learns in ways he could not have expected.

He finds himself wondering if this is how she had been the first time, where the Little Lady ended and His Lady began.

It isn't long into her young adulthood that she takes the lead, and he follows gladly, going where ever she wanders, hunting, searching, seeking, on a quest that she never quite fully shared.

Not until the end.

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Aeor.

All is clear.

It is an end, but it won't truly be hers. For she is eternal.

Yet, the grief in his heart remains no matter how hard he tries to shake it free.

"It has been my absolute honor," he states.

And she looks so calm, yet so sad.

The face he knows now does indeed hide behind the mask.

She goes to die. So that she can live.

And there is nothing he can do to stop her.

Yet still, he has his purpose.

To support her.

"Can I ask you one last service?" she asks, sad eyes distant.

"Anything, for all of time." he returns, and he will mean it for just as long.

"See that family over there, the two children. Get them out safely."

He nods.

----

He bleeds atop the hill, fulfilling his purpose.

His wolf at his side, his new wards at his back.

He will not fail her.

And then there is light more resplendent than he can remember.

The Children blazing, definitely like the Dawn long hidden.

She had ever been drawn to those with sparks of greatness hidden within.

And the purpose of the Champion of Ravens is ever one to protect the whims of fate.

He does so gladly as Ravens sing a chorus on the distant wind.

Yet his heart still burns with grief for the girl he raised, having Risen again.

He hopes they can be reunited. As long as Fate is Kind.

But for now, he will make sure these new sparks are not snuffed out in their infancy.

One Last Service.

[grimmixxart]

Ahhhh I LOVE IT STILL!! They look so adorable and sweet~ TwT// <3<3

Couldn't resist drawing me and my friends' ocs together~

Skye belongs to @grimmixxart !

Kingbrine belongs to me

[princess-hope-selfships]

Another Wendy Wednesday Pwompt done!!! @goldenworldsabound does really fun weekly prompts please follow them they are my bestest fwiend 💖 The prompt was VIDEO GAMES!

SO LIKE Eddie made a video game in his BTAS incarnation!! So I'm stealing that shit for Hopeverse lmao I thought his game looked lame as hell in his episode of the show so here's me talking shit and him IMMEDIATELY going defensive mode 😂

taglist: @cj-self-ships @literally-just-there @disabledbears @sunstar-of-the-north @aego-philautia

@selfshipping-baby @mouseycometz

feel free to ask to be added or removed!

🚫please dni if you are a minor, or an adult who selfships with minors, thank you!🚫

[meowdom]

the doozerville server o7my pov and some funny screenshots from chat with foosh and with clown

ive spent the last 4 days playing minecraft on the doozervile server (with some damage to my irl responsibilities but u kno......)

ive just grinded for gear and potions

I gave pili the netherite sword called GLIP GLORP HURRAY and he had it with him until he logged off today <3 i also gave him and other heroes potions like speed fire res strengh etc. later there was made an auto brewer but i enjoyed being hands on on my production. i constantly gathered gunpowder to make all of the splash

first day i spend too much time brewing i was too late to an actual fight with clown vs the whole ass server LOL but i did find his latest tunnel and got deepslate that was mined by him, what a shame nobody bought it om

when i got my fullly enchanted fully trimmed beautiful netherite armour I lost it in a fight with terrorists like an hour later LMAO. was trying to fend off the villager trading hall when terrorists first showed up at it and killed villagers on the first layer.

next day i grinded for fully and even better enchanted armour and again lost it in fight for villager hall.

I still miss my netherite with flow and bolt white trims armour

I am NOT a pvper but most of what i did on the server was about getting it together for fighting back. good armour, good sword, ender pearls, potions, etc. losing all of it in a minute o7 shout out to my insta harm 2 potions that i have no idea whether or not they were even good because nobody else uses them and people dont usually use those in min maxed pvp. im so bad at pvp but this server def inspired me more for learning... got killed by clown ferre and other terrorist

no thoughts in their heads btw --->

hang out with a good fwiend, saw a lot of tankies and even though they prob didnt recognise me cuz my twitch name and mc name are different it was still fun :D

in the end today i just had basic diamond armor and a bunch of blocks and the moment i spawned on the end island i bolted in one direction with the thought of finding other islands and potentially end city while others fought. thought about making the flying machine, but with the constant lag on the sever it was too risky. kinda regret not even seeing the dragon but i did finish the bridge to an island. decided to chill at spawn instead of looking for elytra tho lol

got a screenie with the dude too :3

the only thing i build on this server is an armadillo xp farm (that i used SO sparingly in fear of lagging the server even more (today they deleted armadillos while i was using it so ig i shouldnt do it again)) (i will still try, sorry mayors) and a tomb over the farm

all in all im still afk in a skeleton xp farm as im writing this and im gonna hang out on the server tomorrow too. as its gonna be the last day i'll just wear my third set of netherite trimmed armour and hang out. maybe build a little thing.

its honestly so fun, ive been looking for a server to play on for so long and this scractched the itch so good (im hyperfixated and it affected my work and my health and thats crazy but i try not to be too harsh on myself for that jaja

doozerville is so unique in the way its limited in players (makes griefers and just bad dudes rarer than could be on open servers) and in that foolish just wanted to see hi "ant-farm" get destroyed by clown and co because he's a reactor and a god. but most of all doozerville is unique in fact its a server FULL of builders. from the moment the server opened people started spreading their marks in different directions with their builds. its so impressive how each day there was another little plot of land occupying spawner within 500 blocks. i have a map mod and when u look at it its SO impressive/ SO SO COOL! the border is just 2k blocks so most of people had at least a little something of their own, or always had place at public places like the bridge or the hall or anything else.

im not a builder but the energy on the server is so inspiring, maybe gonna build something after all

isnt it so funny how doozers just wanted to chill and build but we had a constant threat of terrorist clown over our heads? 150 builders vs clownpierce sounds insane and like a made up yt video, it isnt tho. cant wait to watch it and listen to clown&co call us stupid for everything we did wrong withing context of defending om

SO happy tubbo and foolish just randomly decided to open a server for community out of nowhere. this woudlnt be possible without play.hosting and tubbo's pasion for everything mc servers. CANNOT WAIT for the plans foolish has about doing another mc server, wether that be some kind of civilization gimmick or something else.

[neelahind]

alright if im understanding right according to inkipedia The Plazas Just Do That Now and i am not complaining (both daybreaker anthem and maritime memory r nice songs) but man i really thought it was leading up to a big post results moment for the anniversary. and i am a little bummed out it didn’t

idc about splatfest results i want to know what was up with both plazas playing music during the waiting for results period and then Nothing Further Happening

[cursed-spectre]

Okay, let's do this one last time.

"Hi. My name's Spectre, and welcome to the cube. Here, you can ask questions to me, Ai, and Cassidy."

Don't forget me.

"They can't hear you."

"I'm a strange shadow thing, but I'm still a girl, and use she/her. Uh, by some strange er- miracle, I guess, I'm, uh—"

"She's dating Tera and Kiara from @ask-elliot-doorman-fam."

"I was getting there! Ugh, but yeah."

"So, Cassidy."

"No."

"Since you decided to speak up,"

"NO."

"Why don't you introdu—"

"I SAID NO!"

"I'll go!"

"That works."

"A-hem. Greetings, everyone. My name is Ai Morgenstern, and I'm the daughter of Spectre. I'm also a girl and use she/her. It's so very nice to meet you all. Hehe, I hope we can be best friends."

"..."

"Cassie?"

"Ugh, fiiine, I'll do your stupid introduction."

"Yay!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Cassidy. She/her. Bye."

"..."

"What? Hey don't look at me like—...fine. And wipe that grin off your face, shadow."

"I'm Cassidy. I use she/her like everyone else in this damn place. Seriously, Spectre. You couldn't have made a son and not a daughter? N-no, I didn't mean it like that Ai.

Our pronouns are they/them.

You can be quiet. I am not saying I use they/them just because you're here. We aren't—I'm just gonna ignore you."

I wish to answer questions.

"What?"

The Rebooted demands questions.

"You don't have a vocal voice. That would be impossible."

Then you can speak for me, fwiend.

"... I'm going to hate this, I just know it."

"She's a nice girl."

(Mod Stuff underneath Read More)

So yeah, this is my RP blog. My personal blog is @spectral-squid, and I'll usually use (blue text in round brackets.)

As for rules,

Suggestive stuff is fine, and I'm okay with certain nsfw stuff, but I retain the right to give a warning if I don't like where something is going, as well as just stopping a chain if I feel it's needed. I will try not to do that, though. I don't really like to.

I won't tolerate straight up homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. Clearly fictional stuff like regarding Spectre's views of drones are fine, but if you are genuinely any of the above mentioned, I would rather you not interact. I myself am Transfem, so transphobia especially is not something I'd like to deal with.

I try to answers any asks I get, but sometimes one may go unanswered if I literally just can't find a way to respond to it. I'm very sorry.

Tags

The general #(Character) answers tags will be there.

Tags using "cursed" with the exception of cursed jelly, cursed doughnut, and cursed jelly doughnut will refer to me as a mod, not a character.

"#cursed gallery" is used for reference art of Spectre and co by me and others as long as it is still used for reference. These are commonly picrew edits, but may include reference sheets in the future.

"#cursed fan gallery" is used for fanart of the crew made by others

"#tales of a spectre" is used for short stories that show a bit of background into the lore of Spectre and her world.

"#cursed snippets" is used for short scenes within The Cube.

"#character trivia" is used for small bits of trivia regarding characters.

Some quick details (totally not because I always forget)

Spectre's human and drone forms are around the same height as V.

Ai is the same height as Uzi in the show, being smaller than the average worker drone.

Cassidy is almost N's height. (Yes, she is taller than Spectre.)

[rosyrosethorns]

(i wrote somethin. for mah fwiend @candyheartedchy. as an art trade owo)

(i wamted to do a short lil happily ever after sort of thing based on her “spongebob squarepants” s/i coraline no longer having to work for plankton and bein able to secure her relationship w/ spungbob as a result)

୨ ——- ♡ ——- ୧

The way both lovers’ faces lit up as the realization hit them was like a sunrise over the ocean floor… The Chum Bucket was no longer relevant to anyone in Bikini Bottom. And since Coral was not even affiliated with that establishment anymore…

They both wore beaming smiles as they embraced each other; Coral’s long sea-monster neck lowering as she touched the side of her face against Spongebob’s in an affectionate cheek rub. When they pulled away from the hug, they realized they both had tears in their eyes.

“Oh, Neptune,” Coral spoke in a brittle voice, “I didn’t think this day would come so soon…”

The sea sponge held her hands firmly in his own, wringing them a little in excitement as he stared up at her with big wet eyes. “It did,” he squeaked happily in response through the tears. “Like I said it would.”

… Their emotional moment was briefly interrupted by loud sobbing, causing them both to turn towards Patrick with blank expressions. “Patrick?” Spongebob even inquired after moment.

“I don’t know why we’re crying,” the simple-minded starfish confessed in a brittle voice. “I just wanted to be involved!”

As Patrick continued to weep loudly, Coral turned back to her lover with a lowered head and a more sheepish look.

“Though… I guess this also means I’m gonna have to go job hunting now,” she confessed… though, to her surprise, the sea sponge grabbed both sides of her face as he squished her cheeks.

“Job hunting?! Why would you need to go job hunting?!” Spongebob was simultaneously eager and encouraging. “Come to the Krusty Krab!—we can get you a job on the spot!”

“… But… what about Mister Krabs?—He—He might not trust me still…”

“I’ll recommend you!! I’ll vouch for you!! I’ll wring some sense into him to make him believe in you if I have to!!” the passionate sponge replied as the waterworks came back on. “After however long we’ve had a road block in our relationship, I don’t want to ever be kept away from you again!!” He started wailing, the tears streaming from his eyes like a waterfall as he hugged the sea monster tight, one last sentence escaping him between sobs: “I LOVE YOU, CORAL!!”

… These affirmations made Coraline melt as she felt her own tears returning, hugging Spongebob back as she replied with a soft smile and a small voice: “I love you too…”

[w0mp-w0mpz]

I wecently cut off my cawegivew (papa), and im kwind of upset.. They were mad i wanted no cwontact, so they sent theiw fwiend to mwessage me and say mean fingz (and they called me dirty adult names), and lied abwout me to them. I know i don't know the pewson, and i don't owe them an expwanation of the situation. It just huwt me, and the fact they twisted it so i looked tewwible and icky.. It messed me up tonight.. :(