#paper-razer

[corythesaxon]

Hey it wasn’t deleted!

GLTAS: Paper children part 3:

Picture 1: “Btw, I’m in the market for a new wife, and I’m not too picky!”

Picture 2: Wait

Picture 3: Wat r u doin?

Picture 4: Razer STAHP!

And meanwhile Aya simply watches from the  sidelines, analyzing the interaction. Analyzing…

[pilot-boi]

Whiteknight time travel Au

Pyrrha: Weiss why are we throwing away Jaunes razors

Weiss: Dear trust me give it 2 weeks and you'll never let a blade near his face... more than you already do

*weeks later*

Pyrrha: Weiss you are right it was worth it

Passing student: How could there be a not a single razer or blades in a 50 mile radius

Weiss: Did you buy all th-

Pyrrha: Razors in a 50 mile radius yes

Weiss:(kisses her) I love you so much

Pyrrha summoned them to her with her Semblance, it was deeply alarming

But also, gonna be the person to say it, Weiss wouldn’t do this to him

Fair warning, this is going to turn into a Jaune meta rant. I didn’t mean it to, it just sort of happened

Jaune growing the beard and the hair in the Ever After, no matter how attractive it was to Weiss, was representative of him not caring for himself. That’s why his armor was rusted but Crescent Rose was in perfect condition, he was putting all of his energy into worrying about/taking care of his friends and NONE into taking care of himself

And don’t say it’s because he didn’t have a way to cut it, he absolutely did. Crocea Mors was still sharp, even rusted, and if he wanted to he could’ve used that to cut his hair. Knives clearly existed and were sold, hell the Paper Pleasers had fucking scissors. If he cared about taking care of his appearance, he could’ve done so

But he didn’t. He let his physical body rust just as surely as his armor

Jaune’s whole arc is about loss of agency, and failing to live up to his own expectations

He didn’t REALLY have a choice about leaving Pyrrha, he didn’t REALLY have a choice about killing Penny, he didn’t REALLY have a choice about getting sent into the past. And then as a result of these traumas, he took agency away from the Paper Pleasers

He failed to become the hero on his own, so he doubled down on shouldering the burdens of his team. He failed to stand by Pyrrha’s side as her equal, so he doubled down on becoming a warrior. He failed to focus on protecting his friends at Haven, so he doubled down on becoming a healer/defender. He failed to heal/defend his friends and KILLED Penny, so he broke

His sword shattering was symbolic of that being the last straw. He couldn’t be a hero, he couldn’t be a leader, he couldn’t be a warrior, he couldn’t be a protector. In Jaune’s mind, he had nothing left to be

THATS why he let himself fall apart in the Ever After, in his mind he was only living to get RWBY back to Remnant. The one last thing he could do for them. THATS why he clung so hard to the role of the Rusted Knight, after so long with no purpose it was finally something he could be

That’s also why he focused so much on “protecting” the Paper Pleasers, and especially why he named them after his friends

His fragile helpful loving friends that he NEEDS to protect. Jaune knows he has more Aura than his friends (more than anyone he’s even met) and he’s meant to take the hits that his friends can’t. His weapon is a shield, and HE is a shield. The Paper Pleasers were representative of everything he failed to do for his friends, every time he failed to protect them

“Because I can actually protect these people!”

Jaune lost all of his agency when he landed in the Ever After. He didn’t chose to kill Penny, he didn’t choose to fall, he didn’t choose to go back in time. So he took away the Paper Pleaser’s AND ALYX’S agency because he was terrified of not being able to protect them

Weiss saw what happened to him at his worst, she saw what happened to Jaune when every choice was taken from him and he had nothing but failure to remember.

So no way in hell would Weiss take away his agency now, or make him think he’s failing her by not looking “mature”. She might joke with him about it, but she’d never take away his choice in the matter

[ganondoodle]

i really am cursed when it comes to headsets, i treat them with the outmost care and reverence and yet they either dont work, break incredibly fast or are unusable for me

theres been many before but in the last like few years, after my first HyperX Cloud ..2 (i think, but wired, i only use wired ones) one that lasted for years (for once) started to peel off even on the headband (i switched the ones on the ears once) and was just very very used, i bought another one from them (version Alpha something i think) which ... one of its earphone part thignies stopped producing sound just after the warranty ran out (and i dont want to buy a HyperX again bc itss part of HP and they support israhell if i remember right)

then i bought a Razer Kraken v3, it makes high pitched background sounds i can hear (but most dont) and could not ignore, and had a too short cable as well

then i bought a Teufel Zola, which is the one im still using right now .. bc i works, HOWEVER the material on the ear parts is impossible to clean and its already pretty dirty, the headband thingy started to fall apart like a week into use, and its cable was too short as well (got a USB extension just for it though ..), but i have kept it bc its the only usable one i had (and i need at least ONE for work)-

now my lil brothers BF recommended a Logitech G432 and bought it for me for christmas, send it to me and i didnt open it until then bc it was meant as a gift (and the basic return thing is 14 days isnt it? idk... ... i hate returning stuff)- the REAL kicker though is, that when i opened it ... it was clearly already open before, the stickers were cut, def some paper missing, the thing wasnt in its plastic bag and there were minor scratches on it, it was probably returned and, for some reason, sold as a new one again- and i assume the reason it was returned was bc, while both ear parts TECHNICALLY work, the left is like .. barely hearable, so, another one for the pile

at this point im gonna look into just getting headphones and a mic seperately (i am listening to recommendations .......... im so tired of this circus and wasting so much money) though i dont have the space for a mic that has to stand on its own or one of those expensive arm things (i dont need it that often either)

[marquessofendos]

if you are american, self diagnosis is your god given right.

you do not need every problem on a document especially if that little slip of paper will cost so much money. obviously, this means informed self dx (you did research, you studied yourself a bit with this new lens)

self diagnose DID and OSDD if the shoe fits. just fucking do it who cares. every self diagnosis of DID and OSDD gives another angel their wings and another sysmed a razer scooter to the achilles heel

FUN FACT HAVING THESE TWO PROFFESSIONALLY DIAGNOSED CAN LITERALLY TRIPLE FUCK YOU OVER IN THE USA. You can lose your job over DID/OSDD. You can lose your housing too in some cases.

It's not always safe to pursue a professional diagnosis, especially not in America, and definitely not in certain other countries as well.

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

Okay, finally got the photos downloaded! Uploading some of my favorites from the party on the 31st--thank you all again for coming! I'd say "hope to see you next year", but I think I'll see a good number of you before then!

[It's an image of Basil (@uncle-dusknoir), Rei (@mimikyumisfortune), and Rose (@roseberryboo) sitting on Vanilla's couch. Rei's taking up most of the space, laying down across it, with Basil pointing exaggeratedly at the Pawmark movie on the screen and raving to Rose.]

[It's an image of Sidon (@water-pokemon-appreciator) holding back two Zoroark from a bowl of chocolate… at the same time, you can see Cooper (@cooper-magnolia) looking, concerned, at Atlas (@spitefulfoxx), and Wolfgang holding Vanilla up like a giant kit. The latter is handing a few pieces of chocolate back to his big brother, an embarrassed look across their face.]

[It's an image of a battle! Rune's (@runicsorceress) Lampent appears to be aiming a Dark Pulse at Vanilla's Darmanitan, with Alex's (@frog-pokemon-friend) Bellibolt and Marjorie's (@marjorie-ann-miller-1949) Tangrowth watching on. In the background, Lt. Surge & Raiga (@sh0ck-w4v3) watch on.]

[It's a Rotom and Pory gathering! Widget the Porygon (@pokemoncenterofficial), Than-Than the Porygon (@water-pokemon-appreciator), Porypory in their phone (@uncle-dusknoir), Riley the Rotomdex (@cooper-magnolia), and Razer the Rotom (@amperage-speedway) are all busily replacing images in Vanilla's home with the image of her being picked up by her scruff. Just a little mischief. Sea the Rotom (@mimikyumisfortune) watches nervously from the side.]

[Whoa, that's an actual fire! You can see Rune (@runicsorceress), Martini the Gallade (@snowbell-glass-bar), Skye (@darkskyess), and Marjorie (@marjorie-ann-miller-1949) tossing pieces of paper into the fire. Jenna (@rotomblr-postal) is just stepping into the door, taking off her coat. She looks concerned.]

[It's midnight! You can see Anthea and Cordelia (@lovenpeace-pkmn), Tropius (@wingsofachampion), Dr. Liss holding a sizeable bottle of alcohol (@doctorlunaliss), Tula (@plasmaapologist), and Vanilla all cheering the moment. In the foreground of the image there's a giant, cake-shaped stack of Oreos, iced a little messily with the message "Happy Birthday Tula!"]

[amazinglystrange]

ignore if the designs look weird. i scanned this from notebook paper. but anyway!

BAD AU IDEA! basically the boss (with jonny’s help) managed to escape fd at 12 and he had to brainwash the clones he made of himself to want to continue the cloning process, instead of, you know, hating him because he’s a terrible person. but the clones became more and more mentally unstable and mutated, culminating when one without a face discovered that a boy named jonny razer stole a test subject from him…

details (kinda?):

the boss is (maybe) transfem in this au. because why not. her name’s currently jaden, but that might change if i figure out something better. she goes to law school.

fd (or his clone) is the boss in this au. fun.

the connection between the body and the soul is that the soul’s state affects the body.

the clones are all brainwashed. the brainwashing affects both the body and the soul, trapping the clone in a sort of personal hell where their appearance reflects what they don't have. idk how else to explain it.

preston and melon are immune to the brainwashing.

and finally, the lackeys in this au do not work for the boss! because they have standards! cdot’s working to investigate what is going on, and bam made friends with the creators, so he’s just there for the ride.

i don't know if i’ll write this or if i’ll just make designs. feel free to ask me to elaborate.

[owwi]

The youtube shorts arg got me so now here’s just a bit of theorizing and a timeline because. well bored + the fixation is strong with this one

The following contains spoilers for the recent uploads, so I recommend only going if you know the basics, don’t care about it or just wanna see it.

So. If you haven’t been keeping up, here’s a rough idea.

Starting on around July 16th, 5 shorts YouTubers began to post shorts with weird glitch things, randomly popping into each other’s. QR codes also started to show up, with someone wearing a purge mask whoabsolutely fucking hates the YouTube shorts (and maybe also normal shorts). And naturally they wanna get rid of them. We also get introduced to a company called CLONEVPN, which seems to be connected to the one just mentioned and is sending these youtubers clones after they agree to a sponsorship.

The most common crossover involved Riggy from Danno Cal, who notably seems to be one of the two who actually knew that hey maybe he shouldn’t be in other videos! The other being RoyalPear. However, RaZer makes a short saying that he needs help to build a new computer, since his is causing these problems (spoiler alert: ITS NOT IT BRO-)

A new video was released for the QR codes as well, known as Rebirth. This shows the cloning process and it works for a bit, with only two unsuccessful clones, being of Joe Caine, who presumably is just too cool for it, and Riggy, who’s cloning process struggles and ends up making a more blue version of him that notably seems to just be a rabbit. Below are the two. Note how Clone Riggy (Picture 1) has a more vibrant color pallet, no eye color, a crumpled up paper border, and, most notably, lacks the tail that indicates him to me a Runkey. This indicates the cloning process just made him a rabbit. Meanwhile, Riggy (photo 2) is a less turned up shade of blue and red, has the green eyes, a grid paper outline, and of course, the tail.

We didn’t know what this would do until yesterday or the day before, when Jonny RaZer began a stream, ending with his presumed death by clone (also everyone tried to get the clone to eat the thermal paste but it failed). Other videos soon followed from almost all channels listed in the tags, the two exceptions being RoyalPear, who was marked as replaced by a new pfp and avatar they use to represent themself (became a more crudely drawn Tropius). The other is Joe Caine, who is the only one that I know of who never accepted. If not please let me know-

We also got a website! Clonevpn.com, which has a few pages and a spot to enter your email. As of now, I cannot find any hidden pages, but we have been getting codes, so it’s a matter of time.

Okay. That’s the rough timeline. I reccomend watching because I did NOT watch the streams in full. Seriously, go watch if you haven’t.

Now to some theory stuff!

So, Jonny is gonna do a r/place stream, and I bet they might make a QR code. Maybe to the website! Or we might find new links. It’s not much, but it’s gonna be a domino? And… hey! Mayhe thay’ll give us a new hint. Point is, that r/place stuff is something to watch, since we’ll maybe get an idea as to what the hell the clone has been doing.

In addition, it seems implied that both Riggy AND RoyalPear are currently alive, but not well. RoyalPear in particular is not having a good time and it seems the clone replacing him only has a few days to live and prove itself. So, expect something there in a few days! Probably a secret video, likely of the clone getting taken out. Or we might see something to do with Joe, since he’s the only one who is currently known to own his channel.

I gotta be honest, of all of these guys, I don’t watch much bundun. But he does seem to be similar to Riggy, as he IS implied to currently be alive! As of today, he has appeared in the channel’s respective clonevpn sponsorship, and thus, I expect to see him again. He hasn’t showed up nearly as much as the others, but the fact he is ALIVE is a good sign for him, and I wouldn’t be surprised if him and Riggy might team up or something.

Finally, the main theory one. JOE CAINE. Yes that name is a bit… y’know, certain thing sounds, but Joe is actually an interesting case to me. He is one of the few who hasn’t released a clonevpn sponsor, and also has not shown any sign of being replaced. However, his computer IS mentioned to be glitching out and being slow (sound familiar?) and also his… voice being weird? There’s heavy implications that if another creator is present in the short, he is voicing them?? So, that’s a thing.

Also, he can’t be cloned, and I have a small theory. Joe is already a clone. Think like this: Clones are likely harder to clone than things that aren’t clones. In addition, his appearance is based off of Harold, the grandpa meme dude. So, he could theoretically be a clone of that meme, though not Harold since I don’t think we should bring people who aren’t participating into this without them knowing. Plus, the whole voicing thing. If your a clone, maybe you can imitate other voices. It’s a bit far fetched, but this was fun to right. However, there’s one problem. As of soeeddunning shorts 113, we see he has received a sponsorship offer, and I don’t think they’d be after him if he was a clone. However, if he’s not doing what he should… there’s a chance? Either way I expect

tldr: Jonny is dead, Riggy and bundun teamup, Phaluer was not included because I have no clue where he fits in yet, Joe MIGHT be a clone we’re still figuring it out, and RoyalPear is double doomed. also thanks for reading this mess of thought soup, and make sure to take a look for yourself.

EDIT: This was made before we got confirmation Jonny was alive, sorry bout that. most of the above seems to apply still. Might make a new post tommorow okay thanks again!

[alleykatart]

So the bad news is the paper-based fix in my nearly decade old Razer Deathstalker failed almost as quickly as I fixed it. Went to bed with it working, woke up to the shift key being a rude little monster again.

The good news is that I was able to afford a replacement that's almost the exact same size, shape, and spacing as my old keyboard for a fraction of the cost of replacing that exact model.

Even as I'm typing I'm barely noticing the difference from one keyboard to the other, and if anything this one is significantly quieter. I'm very pleased with the swap, and even more pleased with the fact that a thirty dollar purchase no longer breaks my bank or requires multiple months of saving up.

[mackaivellitraits]

Papi doet rood net een razer

Papi maakt veel kilometers

Papi trapagas door die paper

Fly guy Pan Peter

[safetyobstacles]

man shaves mustache with a regular ass razer and 3 paper towels live on stream

[wizard-of-interesting-failure]

"Humanity is not as the wheat before the scythe," I said, "but as the tree which yields its bounty season after season."

The thing paused; we knew it capable of thought, for hope was too complex a food to be digested by an uncomplex mind, but none had ever figured how much. Enough to follow us on our dire journey awaiting a potential feast rather than consuming the meager crumbs of our almost-total despair, but beyond that who could say?

"But only," I pressed on before it could begin drawing undesirable conclusions, "if tended well. Only if the harvest takes no more than what is offered, and the world is kind enough to let it grow."

I didn't know if it was impressed by my attempt at eloquence, or if it even understood. I barely cared. We were nearly to the rift, cloaks turned to its scouring emanations, ash-blasted landscapes crumbling beneath our feet. A preview of what would follow everywhere, when we failed.

It looked me in the eye, then, and made an odd face. It took a moment for me to place it, the sheer absurdity of the thought repelling it from my mind, but it looked bizarrely like old Jenkins had when he'd opened up his larder last winter to find all of his carefully salted rations had become foul-smelling and inedible.

Hah! Perhaps that would get my point across. The monster's usual ravenous countenance returned at that; hope, after all, is a more enduring thing than meat.

How much more, though, we were perhaps about to find out.

We had received warnings of the world-razers for some time; fragments of scrolls fluttering to the earth from clear skies, shards of stone tablets found buried in our orchards on misty mornings, and bizarre devices we could never decipher but we concluded must carry some kind of missive from how they fit the pattern. Though cryptic, contradictory, and often barely legible, we were able to ascertain a scant few facts consistent across the many pieces we collected.

Whenever the origin of the message was present, it always claimed to be from a world suffering apocalypse. Whenever the nature of the disaster was known, it always claimed to be the same; a massive pitch black portal, a world-scouring storm of ash, and then an unfathomably large army that would hunt down and destroy all survivors. No record of a motive, no hint of successful resistance, no news of the realm beyond the portal. From worlds that barely knew how to put word to paper to worlds whose denizens harnessed powers so far beyond our comprehension that we barely understood their scope, not one seemed able to provide any even remotely possible path to combat the threat.

And so, when at last the dread thing began to manifest above a nearby forest, we set out to investigate. What else was there to do but wait at home to die? Many chose to, and as they girded their homes against the storm of ash we said our farewells and left.

I had thought, on occasion, on what I would say to one of these monsters if I met one and it did not immediately leave me a catatonic wreck as they do to almost everyone who sees one. They seemed inherently self-defeating; the presence of a Hope Eater was perhaps the most effective hope-destroying thing on the planet, even before the creature began to feed. In times past we had plans, even defenses against the things, but their lack of efficacy has replaced them with a weary resignation. Not something I think I would find very appetising, were the shoe on the other foot.

Now, as we trudged grimly toward a slightly faster end than that which would soon befall everything we had ever known, I had said my piece for lack of anything else to do.

The thing had been seemingly in thought for some time now; we were alone at the back of the column, as even in the face of armageddon nobody else had wanted to go near it. A pity, then, that it suddenly took off in its peculiar loping gait directly through the rest of the party, uttering a bizarre, warbling cry that none of us had ever heard before. There was panic, scattering, and eventually a calming as the monster vanished into the grit-filled air ahead. Eventually we shrugged and continued on. Once again, what else was there to do?

The rift was exactly as the fragments described it; a terrible rending of the very substance of reality, threads of the real spiralling into a widening tear as though the world were made of unravelling fabric. A cursory touch by a particularly brave young woman confirmed that it was impassable, we pitched our tents as best we could against the howling gusts, ate a meager supper, and slept fitfully; we did not know whether it was day or night, only that we were exhausted and grimy and that we could perhaps cure one of those conditions and at least prevent the other from worsening.

When I awoke, the rift was surrounded by Hope Eaters.

More than were known to exist. More than we had thought could possibly exist, given the population of the known world. But then, how many other worlds were known, now? Could they be refugees, of a sort? Some looked very unfamiliar in form or posture. What were they here for? What did they think they could do?

...nothing with any chance of working, I suddenly felt. Some of them stood up a little straighter as I did. Many of them seemed to grow in strength as the others emerged from their tents. One probed at the barrier, finding it impassable as we had; at least until it placed a webbed hand flat on the surface and it began to ripple.

An alarm sounded from the other side of what now seemed to be a flexible membrane, the ashen winds shutting off in the same instant. A loud sound rang out and the monster reeled back, though it did not collapse; we had heard tell of magical weapons that would kill and destroy anything in their path, so this seemed a positive development. Though I shortly after concluded that they likely used some lesser form of attack and we were probably doomed regardless, this seemed to embolden the stricken creature which lunged forward and tore through the barrier with a sound like glass and metal being ripped apart.

More poured in after, a seemingly endless tide of horrors vanishing into the darkness on the other side. When we recovered our wits we stumbled up to the hole in the world; no trace of the Hope Eaters remained on our side, and despite the newly permeable nature of the portal it still showed only darkness.

I stepped through, heedless of the warnings of my companions. As with so many things in recent days, what else was there to do?

I emerged into a warzone. A massive corridor made of some kind of smooth metal was strewn with what I could only guess were body parts and shattered machinery. Picking over it all to continue walking was a challenge, and the surreality of seeing dead Hope Eaters, much less whatever else had once been made up of all the other scattered parts, lent an overwhelming sense of unreality to the experience. I half-walked, half-stumbled over what seemed like an endless field of destruction until I reached some kind of hub; innumerable corridors branched out from it, identical to the one I had just left, and echoes of indecipherable sounds drifted up from many of them.

The Hope Eater that had followed us stood there, waiting. A sense of despair welled up within me; what was all this? With so many unknowns, surely something terrible would befall me before I could escape, strike me dead where I stood as I struggled to make sense of this alien place.

And yet, I wasn't sure.

The creature let out its cry again as I turned to leave. From some of the corridors came more like it, a smattering of the familiar-looking monsters, but none of the others. They carried what looked like their fallen brethren, an unmistakable mournfulness to their features and their shuffling gait as they moved towards me. Again, in the presence of so many I felt my end should be close at hand...but again, I wasn't sure.

I retraced my steps and they followed, collecting more of the fallen as they went.

We emerged from the rift to find that all of the others had fled, save for the brave young woman. She saw me manifest from the darkness with relief and vindication on her features, only for it to turn to panic, then bafflement as the creatures emerged behind me. They scattered after that, mostly, but the one that followed us stayed behind. I felt I had to bring news of all this back to my settlement, but the weariness of the last few days of travel caught up with me; I am no longer as young as I once was, and in truth had simply wished to end my ample time in this world doing something a little more interesting than hiding in a basement. As I collapsed forward, limbs reached out to grab me; I turned my neck to thank the young woman but instead found myself staring into the empty eyes of the Hope Eater, radiating something unmistakably like concern. It took off at a rapid speed towards the settlement; my last thought before passing out that I had certainly found a more interesting way to die.

I got the rest of the story from my bedside after I awoke. The creature had brought me to the gates, set me down gently, bellowed, and then retreated into what was left of the woods. The guards who picked me up debated whether to take the risk of bringing me in, as they felt as though I must probably be dead, or at least beyond saving, and that the creature would return and devour their spirits...

...but again, they weren't sure.

With that little spark of hope for my life, they decided to risk it. Over the next few days the creature seemed...determined to be helpful. It left hunted meat by the front gates, crudely hewn lumber next to damaged sections of our palisade, and full barrels of water where there had been empty ones. Everyone expected it to destroy all our minds at any moment, even when it became clear that it did not intend to; after I offered my account and speculation, the consensus was that this was the price for the creature's presence.

Though we now live in a state of perpetual unease, it is in truth lesser to the terror we felt when the thing stalked the night and seemingly tore the souls from men wherever it found them. It has learned quickly of our goals and lives and even assisted us in the reconstruction of our storm-ravaged belltower; an expedition is planned to further investigate the rift, and it seems keen on coming along. We have made it garments in our traditional style as best we could, given the thing's odd anatomy, and despite some initial confusion it has taken to them quite well.

Months passed, and the new normal set in. Traders and messengers from other settlements report similar yet idiosyncratic situations, with one township adopting their new member as something of a mascot. The rift expedition stalled in the face of reconstruction efforts and a general pessimism around the possible outcomes, but the planning is complete, the provisions are stocked, and the young woman who stuck out the expedition with me seems excited for her next adventure. Good on her; we have found ourselves with a future after endless assurances that we would not have one, and it will fall to her generation to build it.

And if we believe a little less in the promise of that future, what of it? Less confidence in its arrival, less blind hope, merely means we will work harder to ensure that it is bountiful. Me, though...I think it's about time that I got myself some rest. The world will still be here in the morning.

Deep Water Prompt #3426

Hope Eaters are largely reviled, empty eyed monsters who only know hunger. No one in their right mind would travel with one, but we have nothing to lose. 

[am-i-sans]

dnd adventures 44

heading back to town. cam being dragged by dess. vani is happily dancing around the kids cause he missed them. the missing people are back in town cool. dans nudges undyne and points them out. undyne goes up to him and asks him wtf. 'what mansion?' undynes pissed lol. he has no idea lol. undyne goes to grab a poster but theres someone taking them down.

she grabs them and shows the dude his own poster. he just walks away lol. undyne just gives up lol. inferno sets the papers on fire. cam pets temmie like a good parent. dans asks them what their gonna name them. dess says we could abandon it into a pit. cam is freaking out lol. dess says that makes sense cause dead kids. dess just holds cam in the air lol.

cam hands dans the baby while they struggles against dess. he takes a sheet out of his bag and wraps them to keep them warm. hes showing frog the baby awww. dans helps frog hold the baby safely. dans asks dess to put cam down and she lowers them to the ground but still held on xD

cam is still stuck lol. dans says they could just slip out of their shirt so they do so xD dans turns frog around. cam scrambles over and dans gives them a towel. dess puts cams shirt back on them xD undyne offers to take care of it oh no. now theres an argument lol. dess lifts cam again so they can hit inferno. cam wonders if the baby got cursed with us too. dans asks moss-god. moss says their pretty self sufficient. guess their not attached.

undyne still wants to take it lol. dess asks mossgod if they laid the egg xD not even moss messes with eeby deeby lol. cam says were helping undyne with the temmie lol. dans sighs and helps undyne to properly hold a child. temmie makes a high pitched noise lol. undyne hands the baby back and she turns her cape into a baby hammock nice. give frog the baby when fights start. dans says they need a name.

Tennis? no. dess wants to hold the baby cmon undyne. motherly instincts? XD undyne you dont know what your doing. suzy and inferno walked off oh no. dans points out we need to get baby stuff. dess accidentally drops lore of raising a few kids wow. she looks the baby in the face. she says were naming it Emil. everyone ignores undyne we like Emil. frog says they can have 2 names. undyne grumbles she doesnt have a last name.

she wants to call his last name razer. no. absolutely not. 'undyne this is a person not a pet.' were bullying undyne cmon. Tennis Rasor. undyne thats awful. dess goes up to tori and says something in sylvain.

finally realize suzy and inferno are gone xD time to find em! their in a cafe xD tori's gonna watch them while dans and undyne go find baby stuff. everyone else is going shopping! we find a shop! dans tells frog to get clothes.

cam and dess go to a bar! its full of old men xD the bartender looks at them and asks where their from. dess is like dont worry about it xD 'i dont get out much' 'i can tell' dess wtf xD ales, to cure what 'ales' you. a farmer walks up to them and talks about missing cattle. cam asks about them naturally. somethings been eating them and its unusual. dess says thats rough buddy xD

guess cam and dess are just. going to do it themselves. dans has gotten some baby stuff nice. frog couldnt find any baby clothes rats. undyne somehow found some, wtf. dans buys it and time to meet up. suzy and inferno are still eating eggs lol. dans and the gang walk in. cmon guys time to go!

we dont know where cam or dess are. dans says if he was dess he'd go get high or drink. they find the bar and ask if theyve seen then. cam and dess are still going to fix cows. dans gets directions so off they go.

dess and cam investigation! dess sees something slithering around. they carefully walk up to it. great they found a giant snake.

we stop here cause uhhh stuff

[nightmare--artist]

The Messenger Wiki

Creator of Character: NightmareArtist/aka me.

Current Name: The Messenger.

Past Name: Xavier Midren.

Time frame from when he was alive: early 1800's

Nicknames: Message man, Messenger, No face, "masked" man, faceless,

Possible Quotes: "This'll be the last message/letter you will ever receive." "As this letter ends so does your life." "You will regret the choices you have written out in permanent pen infront of you." "There is no escape from me." "Me and my letters will always find you with time."

Brithday: Tuesday, March 8th.

Gender: Male.

Blood Type: Black colored and a bit thick.

Nature: Corrupted Evil.

Age: Unknown appears to be somewhere in his 20's.

Height: 6'3

Family: Mom-> Claire Midren -deceased- Dad-> Varick Midren -deceased-

Friends: None, why would he need any?

Sexuality: Bi with a preference for guys.

Enemies: Anyone who maybe stronger then him, has a advantage over him, attacks him, or whoever he deems his next victim.

Love interest: None, there is no time for any of that.

Current Appearance: Short fluffy brown hair, brown eyebrows which are typically hidden under hair and or hat, no eyes, eyesockets are like deep dark voids, pale skin, no mouth and where a mouth should be is some scaring on the skin, he dosen't wear a mask it's just his face, pointed ears, razer sharp nails, sometimes a void like hole in chest, wears a white long sleeve button up with yellow buttons, medium dark brown pants with a yellow button on the front and the back of each leg to connect them to his socks, long black socks, brown boots with black laces, tan suspenders concted to a light brown belt with a buckle that's connected to the dark brown medium pants, carrys a light brown messenger bag with papers in it and on the inside of the bag it says "Xavier Midren", and wears a hat with different shades of gray and a black strap, there is a rip on the black strap as if something had been ripped off it. On his left back shoulder blade has a Zalgo marking and on his right upper arm there is a Slenderman marking on him.

Past Appearance: Pretty much the same clothing especially when he is working his hat didn't have a rip though, he liked to keep a form of good appearance everyday to make himself feel good, had a mouth, skin had more life to it, normal ears, no symbols on him, normal cut nails, had eyes and they were a green color.

Voice type: he can't speak now due to how he currently is but when he was alive he had a regular British accent to him.

Species: Unknown Humanoid like Enity.

Weaknesses: His head, if shot in it dead, or if head is bashed in dead. Like how a normal person would die from head injurys or zombie. Can't talk. Nets are another weakness, he can't seem to get free from them on his own normally. Staying too long around someone or something that has a major connection Slenderman or Zalgo, frist his head begins to hurt more and more then the marking on his skin for the specific subject starts feeling like it is on fire, which distracts him a lot sometimes. References to his past like his past name being said majorly confuses him. Small, dark, tight spaces, it brings him panic and reminds him of how he was stuck to die in a coffin.

Abilities: Can open a hole in his chest to stuff food in it typically he just uses his chest, can see just fine without eyes surprisingly, has great strength and really great speed, can make noises without a mouth like growling. Very stealthy. Any paper that comes out of his bag he can manipulate what he wants written on it. He can quickly heal, if wounded badly he'll heal completely in 3 or 5 days. He is very flexible he can undo his joints if needed or wanted and can turn any part of his body quite far.

Current Whereabouts: Deep forest or woods, sometimes near roads or in his old worn down home that can be found in a forest.

Weapons: His hands and his sharp fingernails.

Works for: No one, he doesn't like working for anyone from experience with working for Zalgo then Slenderman unwillingly. He avoids anyone or anything involving them at all costs, not wanting to fall back under one of their control. When he did work under someone he is used to get rid of bodys and evidence, to kill, also to give messages if needed.

Favorite food: Road kill, live people or animals.

Hobbies: Hunting/stalking people or animals, watching and feeling the rain, sleep till daylight is gone, sometimes sketch little drawings with pen and paper from his bag but this is rare to see happen he typically hides this.

How he kills: He has two ways, frist way is to stalk his pray, he follows them giving them a scare here and there till he finds the perfect time to finish them off or when he is bored enough to finally put an end to his victim's life after mental and or physical torture on them. The second way is that he is very forward with his approach, he sometimes waits on the side of a road and waits for a car or vehicle to come by and he jumps into the road and or creates a distraction to make the vehicle crash. The end result is always him tearing apart his victims and him putting the body parts inside his chest which is form of eating them and getting rid of evidence. Sometimes he does a mix of both ways. He learns new tactics from watching what others do or from what others are doing to him, he uses his letters to mess with his victims.

Personality: quiet, creepy, organized, secretive, impulsive, calm, manipulative, loner, observent, clever and a bit animal like.

Past Personality: kind, caring, hard worker[- dispite running late on some things but he always trys to make it all up in the end.-], oblivious to certain things, out going, believes in justice.

Backstory: The Messenger was a 1800's messenger named Xavier Midren. He lived in a small town named Riverwindnormindy. One day when he was doing his usual route of deliverys like everyday he does he saw something he shouldn't have seen in a alley and then out of fear he informed a nearby police officer at a station of what he saw. It all got taken care of, or so it seemed. Later that afternoon after he was done with work he was riding his bike home due to his family not having enough money for a car or anything like that, the way home went through the woods/forest, he was suddenly chased and attacked by people who were involved with the person he reported to authorities. They wanted to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget even in death that lesson was to keep his eyes and mouth shut and to himself. They beat him up, he tried desperately to get away and fight back but it was no use, he then trys to scream for help, they quickly put him down to the ground and pinned him down to it, overpowering him. They then stitched his mouth up so he couldn't attract any unwanted attention. They proceeded to beat him up some more afterwards they decide they should wrap things up. They stabed his eyes out and buried him 7 feet in the ground in a coffin in the woods/forest he had an idea what they where doing to him by the feeling of being shoved into a box like thing and the sound of dirt hitting a hard surface. He tried the best he could with the strength he had to bang on the coffin, he tried his best to make as much noise as possible, maybe there could be hope. . .? These actions and hope is all he could try to do and have. He kept at it till he eventually ran out of oxygen, sadly no one ever figured out where he was or what exactly happened to him. He died 7ft under the ground in the woods/forest all alone, in fear, in darkness, and in pain.

A more detailed version of his Backstory: ["The Lost History of the Messenger" Backstory|http://aminoapps.com/p/urlm3aq]

~Guess that was the one message that shouldn't have been given.

Now: He dosen't really remember too much of his past life now. He came to be the way he is now from Zalgo wanting a new minion to control and use suddenly a while after his death when most everyone he knew was long gone and brought him back in a way that made him not really himself anymore mentally, emotionally, and physically, one thing led to another and The Messenger winds up working for Slenderman as a Proxy by being brainwashed by it, he gained a bit of a conscience at a certain point after a long while and realized he was being controlled he then manages to break free from both for now by pure luck and he stears clear of anything having to do with both Zalgo or Slenderman to not slip back under control again to either one of them. He tried to cut the markings off of his skin once but when his skin healed the markings slowly came back and it hurted like a motherf**ker when they slowly came back. It's like a punishment for attempting to take them off. Despite breaking free from Slenderman and Zalgo they still have a bit of control on him, messing with his brain and torturing his mental state till the day he finally comes back to one of their submissions. Slenderman is much more persistent then Zalgo most of the time. It's like a game messing and torturing The Messenger, whoever gains The Messenger on their side or kills him wins.

Fun facts:

•if you're up close with The Messenger he smells like a corpse.

•He is very possessive of his things.

•Had someone who had a crush on him when he was alive named Jefferson who was a colleague of his but he was oblivious to it.

•Barely has any family photos of his family.

•Lived in a two story house with a celler. Rooms were upstairs and bathroom and everything else was downstairs. Had some bookshelfs with books. Typically keeps his parents room locked so no one could mess with it. Has drawings he has drawn in a drawer in his desk in his bedroom, barely uses his bed for some odd reason. His house has been ransacked a few times and the place looks abandoned.

•Typically draws individuals with unique facial features or interesting physical appearance he has seen, come across, and or interacted with and sometimes stores the drawings in his desk.

•He is very flexible.

•Doesn't believe in kind gestures or love much, he believes the other's goal is to use him, he has trust issues.

•If you put your hand in his chest while opened it would feel like how a inside of a pumpkin feels - without the seeds and wall. And if you take your hand out it would be covered by a black substance, like his blood.

•If he cries for whatever reason it would be a gray watery substance.

•The black blood substance smells awful, like a decaying corpse if smelled.

•When it rains he likes to stare up at the rain as it drops on his face and into his eyesockets. He finds some sort of comfort in this.

•When creating him for the frist time these things came to my mind a lot: Windegos, Ghouls, Slenderman, Zalgo, urban legends in general, E.J., Ben Drowned, Jason The Toymaker, Zombies, Ticci Toby, Demons, things I learned of older history in World History in 9th grade, and Madame Macabre Creepypasta/FnaF songs.

[littlefluffbutt]

The girls helping Mom out with some paperwork, lol

[slaterog]

Working on LAYOUT design today! ...geddit?

[tinyspringtrap]

okay does anyone at all know of any gaming mice that are similar in size and functionality to the logitech G502 without being fucking logitech brand

I’m tired of my shit breaking every time I make the mistake of buying logitech again but my hands are fucking tiny and most gaming mice are too big for me to comfortably use

I just want something that functions for more than 5 months tops I am willing to put money into shit if it will last