#vtuberlore

[galacticexevt]

OC Prompt/Ask

Hi guys! I know it has been a while since I have uploaded any works and it’s due to a few reasons: One of them being my college classes for the spring semester have startred up and I need to get my GPA up so I need to stay on top of my classes. The second reason simply being writers burn out, lmao. That being said, I haven’t stopped coming up with writing ideas and prompts, ya boy just needs to find that motivation again.

This prompt was given to me by an IRL friend of mine back in fall of last year- and while it is a bit different from what I normally write and share; considering I am on the aro/ace spectrum it was quite a challenge to think outside the box. While this short story is meant for kicks and giggles, there is a bit of truth to my IRL seld slipped into it as well. I had put this peice on the back burner for a while and it wasn’t until a rather….unpleasant interaction with a veiwer of mine that gave me the inspo to continue it, lmao.

I hope to finish up some other WIPS in the coming weeks, so please enjoy this story for now!

(PSA: Respect your fellow aces please and thank you.)

Prompt: What is your type?

My type? Whadda mean, My type? Like- blood type or somethin'? Why...exactly do you need to know that? Do you work for those weirdo Maelstrom scientists? Look, man, I don't even think I have a blood type- do you guys forget that I am not human or some shit? I thought the ears and the light show on my face would be a dead giveaway.

Wait, wait, you mean my type in other people? Wha-what kinda fucking question is that?! Why are ya'll so keen on learnin' about my personal life!? Huh?! First, it was that one guy askin' me about my dick size, and now this! Why are ya'll steady tryin' to get into my pants?!

Look, to be real with you, I ain't got the time to be thinkin' about that kinda stuff. I mean- between being a wanted fuckin' convict, a vengeful Maelstrom Captain hunting me down, and trying to keep up business at Kohren's shop, I don't really get a moment to sit down and ponder what gets my dick up, ya know?

Besides, have you seen the folks that live in The Slums? They...ain't my cup of tea to put it nicely. Trust me, this place is called The Slums for a reason, and the people here are no exception. If you ask me, I don't think having a 'type' exists here. The folks around here just go for whatever gets their rocks off and call it a day. Also, I wouldn't touch most people here with a ten-foot pole; unfortunately, basic hygiene is not the everyday standard.

Level with me here: is this somethin' you humans sit up and talk about in your spare time? Do you guys not believe in keepin' certain things to yourselves? Why would you want people to know that kinda shit about you anyways? That would just invite weirdos trying to be your type, and that sounds like a fucking shit show waiting to happen.

I don't know how to answer this one for ya, and I feel like I will let someone down regardless of how I respond or if I simply choose not to. But whatever! I will come clean. I am a little different than other folks; while you guys sit up and think about this stuff all day, this shit simply doesn't compute in my brain. It's never a pressin' thought for me- dontcha humans have a word for that? It's ace, right? Yeah, romance and intimacy ain't really my thing. I mean yeah, I have wants and needs like most folks do, but they... aren't that important- and I was born with two hands for a reason other than craftin' shit at Kohren's shop.

Now, answer me this, how the fuck do you have a type if you have never been with anyone? How does that shit make sense? How do you actually know what you like before you go out and experience it? Is it an exposure thing? I dunno how you human folk mingle with each other but all of this sounds complicated as fuck.

Ughh...fuck...why is this so hard to fucking answer? If I find people unappealing, you'd think it would be easy to pinpoint what I do find appealing.

Does it count if the type is human? Maybe this would be a hell of a lot easier if we took my birthplace out of the equation. Does that count? You know what? We are making it fucking count.

I guess, to keep it short and simple, I like masculine girls and feminine guys. Wha-what do you mean explain further?! What difference does it make if I explain?! It won't increase anyone's chances with me, even if they fit my descriptions! Aight, aight I'm dragin' this on too long.

I like girls with an unbreakable character- ones that don't take any shit, ya know? Someone with an unpredictable personality, one that keeps you on your toes- one that isn't afraid to test your limits and push your buttons.

If...I could be honest...I find it rather...uhm...attractive when girls are taller and have nice muscles- o-of course, it takes a lot of training a-and a proper diet to achieve a physique like that! D-don't mistake that for anything else!

And guys? I prefer when guys aren't afraid to be in touch with their feminine side. Ones who aren't afraid to be emotionally vulnerable can express themselves however they please. Oh- and he has to be clean; there are no exceptions what-so-fucking-ever. I have heard too many horror stories of male hygiene habits from Earth.

Aight, does that answer your question? Honestly, I don't get paid enough to care whether it does. It doesn't matter if someone fits these descriptions either; these are just superficial preferences, and like my old man tells me: "The heart wants what it wants." Or somethin' like that.

[inthelittlewood]

Lots of people wanted a quicky guide to the VTuber lore pre-Rats, so here you go!

If you’d like to support this on TikTok too with a cheeky like / comment over there, I’ve really appreciate it:

https://www.tiktok.com/@inthelittlewood/video/7187797846425341190?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1

And here’s a YouTube playlist of all the lore moments so far: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3MFbfp1zo8dooC57HqfbizRoc07PdlFQ

[lachfinniel]

Top ideal image of Finn by LizApproved. In order: Reference sheets from Noctiluca (most current ref sheet with light background), MamaRinaBee (3 images),  LizApproved (quick ref sheet),  DemonQueenVivi (combination image), RageBackpack (2 OG images).

Please no NSFW art of my model. That’s against Starfleet regulations.

Stats!

A non-binary demisexual half-Andorian and half-Trill Known as: Lachfinniel, Lach Finniel, Lach Finn Iel, Lach Finn-iel (former last name prior to Joining was discarded) Pronouns: they/them Age: Mid 30s but avoids the age question as the Finn symbiont age makes the passing of time less relevant and more awkward around unfamiliar species Posting: The USS Pollox; A Starfleet Nova-class science research ship designated NCC-1808-A

Identifying features!

Pale blue Andorian skin that darkens to a navy blue on the fingertips OR a navy blue down from the wrists (depending on state of medications and injury)

Curly hair kept shaved on the right side and ear/chin length on the other; it’s a deep sapphire/navy blue with streaks of white.

Honey brown eyes with gold flecks

Dark blue Trill spots (full coverage) and freckles

Expressive Andorian antennae

Height varies! Finn was 5’9” before the accident. 6’ with larger heavy-duty mech cybernetic prosthetics, 5’10” with smooth light-duty humanoid foot attachments. Roughly 5'5” without prosthetics on.

Lieutenant commander rank pips (one black-filled and two gold) but if you see three gold pips, it’s because they have swapped uniforms with their bestie and are STILL waiting for the department head to notice.

Can and WILL present along a genderfluid scale. Sometimes masculine, sometimes a bit feminine, sometimes neither, sometimes both, but ALWAYS should be considered non-binary.

History!

Twitch streams will be taking place roughly near the year 2368. The second child of Zoue Finn (joined Trill) and Rass Th'zhaohrass (Andorian). The accidental death of Zoue Finn a few years prior on a shuttle trip left Lach as the only available and compatible host for the Finn symbiont. A parent-child host exchange is taboo on Trill (even with a mixed-race Trill) and, as such, Lach Finn has been designated outcast from Trill society* and is referred to with the “iel” suffix**.  Rass no longer has a close relationship to Lach Finn-iel though he speaks to them when necessary; it is understandably uncomfortable for them to interact. The accident that took the life of host Zoue also damaged Finn’s legs, requiring the procurement of cybernetic prosthetics. A lieutenant commander in Star Fleet, LachFinniel is a xeno-cybernetic research scientist focused on cybernetic integration clinical studies. Stationed on the brand new Nova-class research ship U.S.S. Pollux, Finn and a small crew travel to planets of known members of the United Federation of Planets to engage in multi-race (and therefore multi-cultural and cross-species) testing and research to improve technological and organic relationships. Formerly a cognitive scientist, Lachfinn found a new calling after encountering stigma and shame from other cultures regarding the inclusion of cybernetic enhancements. Job duties include easing the process of organic beings with their mechanical additions but Finn’s passion for the process extends into private research regarding the therapeutic sessions for the mental process and cultural acceptance of said devices.  Future lore/history pending! Edits and changes looming!

* - This specific Trill taboo is of my own creation; this does not exist in the current Trek canon but is an extrapolation of the known taboo regarding discontinuing contact with loved ones from a former host’s lifespan. It stands to reason that the new child host would not be permitted to contact family members as the memories of the former relationships would be convoluted, confusing, and potentially repulsive. ** - The suffix is also of my own devising.

[brainytherpgcat]

Brainy the RPG Cat - The Music Video - Song by Cascading Failure

[serinyx-art]

“It was a mistake to underestimate the moon goddess. Long has it been since I controlled the seas, alas I have returned, mortal.”

[jawlawsenpai]

“The Scarlet Merchant” Report 01:  See No Evil

  Another day…

            The good old WasteZones, many have forgotten how it came to this but, right now? I don’t think anyone really gives a shit. As I get out of bed I was greeted by the realization that I really need to clean this place up, just dust everywhere covering the old brown wooden floors as well as on this loud ass creaking bed. I shrug the thoughts away and carried on my day. As I pick up my uniform I then look back at the mirror behind me and see… them, I hate looking at them and I think that will never change. I get ready and head down stairs to open up shop. Buttoned up my collar up to my mouth and tied my gray hair into a pony tail.

 I sat down at the front desk and just read my to do list for the day, mostly empty apart from making one delivery this afternoon. I spent most of my morning practically doing nothing just reading some comics and occasionally cleaning some of the merchandise.

 While nearing the hour of the delivery a group covered in purple and black robes came inside the store. “Great its the Tongues” I thought to myself, I mean to be honest who else would wear very flashy garments like these in the WasteZones? … Okay that is a bit hypocritical since I’m over here wearing something impractical and blinding red.

 These guys are usually the type of crowd you shouldn’t mess with, or at least that was back then. Now people just typically see them as edge lords and nerds trying to re summon one of the eldritch gods that came to earth during the “Collapse”.

 “Welcome to the Say No Evil Gun Store, what can your humble merchant for today do for you my slimy spooky companions?” I ask teasingly.

 Whilst completely ignoring my jab at them the three robed individuals answer in unison. “We require these armaments merchant.” they say as they hand me a note that mostly consists of the amount of AK-47’s that they want to buy.

 “Um…you guys sure you need 75 AK-47s? That’s a pretty big order not gonna lie.” I say as I scratch the back of my head thinking how much effort and work I have to do packing this shit.

 “Yes merchant, it is of the upmost importance, for you see we need this equipment for-”

 “Nope nope nope! My friends, I don’t give a rat’s ass as to why you need it so don’t even try to start monologuing about your dumb dark crusade that’ll just end up in all of your members dying.” I say as I cut the three amigos’ stupid gimmicky speech. “Look, if you idiots can pay then fine.” I write down behind the paper note they gave to me the cost of the guns and delivery fee. “Just 255 high school love letters, 75 intact shed scales of giant radioactive mutated anacondas, and a tree branch struck by lightning.”

 “Such a hefty price, but this can be satiated. You have a deal merchant.” They say as they gave me another note as to where to deliver the goods and then they walked in unison towards the front door to leave.

 Ugh, great just more work! Amazing, I begrudgingly started getting the guns and packing them into multiple crates. I just plan to deliver these along with my other planned delivery later. As time passes I got everything in the crates and loaded them on to the back of my truck and head my way.

 As I make my way towards the drop off point, I bore witness to just a bunch of Tongues members out in this desert field drawing with what seems to be salt and what I can just assume to be blood as paint and just drawing some weird magic circle on the ground.

 As I step out of the truck I saw them preparing the payments, I immediately went to the back of my truck and open it to get the crates of AK-47’s. while I was dropping the crates one by one off of the truck the same three cultist approached the back of the truck and spoke to me. “Are these all in order?” they ask in unison. As I was putting down the last crate I took out my clipboard signing my name on a piece of paper with check boxes that states that the cargo has been checked and been verified to be complete.           “You can check it yourselves on the other half where there are empty check boxes just to double check, if all seems to be according to your liking just sign on the other blank on the bottom right corner, doesn’t matter which one of you signs.” I proclaim.

  After some time passes they appear to be very meticulous, opening every single crate making sure there isn’t one missing gun, they also grab some of the guns and start saying chants on it as well as showering it with something similar to salt. I really don’t care what they do with them as long as they pay properly. They return the clipboard to me checking all the requirements and proceeded to bring me their payments, I just simply told them to please haul it inside the truck themselves. After checking if their payments are in order all I told them was thank you for their humble patronage and proceeded to go on ahead in my truck and headed to my scheduled delivery.

 Despite being the usually bumpy and sanded roads of the WasteZones I made it to my next destination no problem. As I step out of my truck I was face to face of this giant compound in front of me, this being where the “Crusaders” train their new recruits, Crusaders being the last line of defense as well as the last sense of order and justice here in the WasteZones, led by one of the “Barons” the Chief of the Crusaders. I was greeted by a familiar face, “JawLaw! Thank you for coming.” Captain Darren says. Along with what seems to be a fresh new recruit.          “Well hello there captain, always a pleasure. I have the 90 M-16’s you guys ordered.”

 “Good just right on time, we also have the 400 mutant spider eyes, 55 coils of copper wire, and a tongue from a cannibalistic goat.”

 As we were having our papers and the supplies in order I can’t help but notice that the new recruit was just eyeing me with daggers. “Can I help you with anything” I said as I turned around and ask him directly.

 “...What is wrong with you?” he asked in a violent tone.

 “You have to be more clear than that bud.” I say teasingly.

 “Oneil stand down.” Captain Darren proclaims.

 “I’m sorry captain but its just…how can anyone sell weapons of murder knowing someone will die at the end of it whilst still being this happy and care free? Is there something broken inside of you?!” a genuine question that this brave little recruit asks me.

 “Perhaps there is something wrong in me, something very demented. But, you have to understand what world we live in boy. And besides, I’m not the one pulling the trigger now am I?” I proclaimed steadfast.

 After the debate Captain Darren proceeded to have the young recruit to be sent to the locker area to cool his head off. “I’m very sorry about that JawLaw.” he apologized genuinely.

 “It’s all good Captain, I know how it is. Just a young upstart in your place basically. Thinking that they can fix this world with old fashioned hopes and dreams. A very dangerous mindset out here in the WasteZones.”

 “Agreed, he just finished his basic training and this will be his first rodeo, I think after tonights raid he’ll see things in a new light.”           “For his sake, it better happen fast.” I say as we then continue on working out the supplies.

 As I was about to leave since everything has been take care of I asked the friendly Captain one other thing. “So what raid are you guys doing exactly?”

 “Oh, according to our intel the Tongues are preparing a summoning ritual later this evening. So I’m setting a raiding party to stop them.” he says.

 “Oh, I see.” As I say thinking to myself, great I guess I’m gonna go home late today. And with that I leave the Crusader compound. Whilst I was driving I was looking for a good spot to park for the night.

 As time passes I get on top of my truck and just stare at the evening sky.

 Oh how I’ve missed being up there. I thought to myself. How envious I am of the birds that can be so free and not bounded by this hell hole we call life down here on earth. There has to be something else worth more, something fun to do with my life than just trying to get by everyday.

 As I continue having deep thoughts to myself the fireworks started. The loud bangs and explosions echo throughout across the sky, various voices yelling and screaming, savoring their lives till the last minute. Both sides believing their own values to the point of dying for it. Is that what this world has to offer? I hope not.

            The explosions and loud bangs as well as the screaming have died down now. I got off of my truck and proceeded to walk down the cliff side to what is now a grave yard massacre site of both Tongues and Crusader members.

            I saw the previous blood drawn magic circle now ruined and smudged and scattered everywhere. It seems that the overwhelming number of the Crusaders has claimed victory over this deranged cult, but alas they too suffered huge injuries. Seeing some of the Crusaders limping or crawling on the ground bloodied trying to get back to their vehicles to go back to base. From a far I see Captain Darren as well leaving this wide land coffin that now reeks of the putrid smell of death, on to his side he is helping the same new recruit walk by carrying his right arm over his shoulder.

           As I finally reach the bottom i pulled out my UV flashlight from one of my belt pockets and analyzed each firearm out in the field to see if they had the “Say No Evil” gun store logo. I then collected those firearms that bore the logo and hauled them back to my truck. After doing this for the entire night I left the area and head back home.          

[dabkuntv]

It's Finally Time... The Dawn Of The First Day

[indianaminotaur]

I finally did it! I finished creating my lore pages for my Vtuber avatar 

[edgygamergal]

I Became a VTuber!

I forgot to keep y'all updated, but I Became A Vtuber!

While I was debating coming back to streaming, one of the things that helped make the decision easier was the option to become more creative. Specifically, becoming more creative by utilizing a VTuber!

My Vtuber is named Cryptid Sangrose, and she's the youngest of a long-standing family that has a few skeletons in their closet. She's decided to venture into the horror behind her family's past in an effort to protect the ones she love.

I'm going to be using the #vtuberlore tag here so you guys can keep up with her lore if you want to!

I came back to Twitch in January, and so far it's been really wonderful!

Having a VTuber allows me to be more chaotic and more silly with my streams. Props galore and decorating myself has never been easier!

If you guys want to see my VTuber in action, check out twitch, you'll see me there!

Alright, time for me to post regularly here, again! Take care of yourselves!

[jaceation]

Is this just my Vtuber Lore? Maybe. Maybe Not. Who knows? 

[galacticexevt]

OC Prompt/Ask

Hi guys! I have another short writing piece to share with you all! I am so proud how this one turned out. I enjoyed writing this so much that I decided to make another version in a different POV. I should be able to share that one within the next week or so as I still need to make a few edits and corrections.

Just as a small heads up, this mini story alludes to chapter three of Galactic's lore- which is still a work in progress. There might be a few spoilers or a couple of things that might be a little confusing without context. Hopefully, this should still be an easy read and make sense within the prompt itself. Prompt: Who was/is your OC's first enemy? What was/is that relationship like? Do they still consider that person an enemy? Or have they moved past that? (Galactic regarding Bishop)

Uhm, I think I might have to give that award to Bishop. She and I don't go around holdin' hands, frolicking through flowers and making friendship bracelets. Nah, nah, nah; it's that on-sight, anywhere and everywhere kinda of relationship. 

So, lemme back it up a bit; this all started with me fallin' for one of Maelstrom's traps set up by Bishop. Honestly, I should've seen it comin'; it was a pretty...blatant setup thinkin' back on it; be we don't talk about my terrible perception, Kohren still gives me shit for it. 

It was just supposed to be a simple shipment heist, nothin' I ain't familiar with. Just grab the goods and bounce back to Kohren's shop. Easy peasy, right? Wrong. When I arrived at the shipment site, the next thing I knew, I was surrounded by at least twelve armed mercs, and a buncha red dots were aimed at my body. 

No biggie, I've dealt with Maelstrom's mercenaries before when I pulled off smaller heists, and they usually aren't hell-bent on catching just one person; more like they don't get paid enough to do so. Anyways, they typically aren't hard to take down; most of them don't know how to operate their own weapons- poor fuckers. So, you'd think this fight would go off without a hitch, right? Wrong again!

I don't know if they sent out some new special forces or some shit, but these guys were armed to the teeth. They had weaponry that I had never seen before- and should know what kinda weapons they have! I steal them all the time! And don't get me started on their armor. My funky-fun-gun was no match for it. Not even halfway into the ambush, the power cells in my gun ran out, and Kohren hates it when I use my more...volatile methods of fighting, but in my defense, I was being ganged up on by Maelstrom merc's! I had no other choice! 

And besides, it was a solo mission; what a perfect excuse to let off some steam without the old man baggerin' me. So ya boy let loose, and oh fuck was it a rush, alright. I finally got to break out the new explosives I have been fucking with, and while they are definitely still in the testing phase, I also didn't bother labeling which is which, so each time one went off, it was like a bit of surprise gift for me and those poor Maelstrom mercs. 

I was damn near able to grab the shipment and make my way out until I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. A dart. A mother-fucking dart. It felt like I got a direct injection of the most potent drugs in the slums; I swear to fucking god, everything was moving in slow motion. I tried to kick on my hover shoes, but it felt like there were weights tied to me, and I couldn't get them to kick start. In a damn near shroom-induced state, I threw one last grenade I had in my jacket pocket...and...the last thing I remember hearing was a blood-curdling scream. And the last thing I felt was another dart in my side. 

I had no fucking clue how long I had been out, but when I woke up, it felt like I got resurrected from the dead; I had cold sweats in places I never knew could sweat. And I was greeted with the most angry-lookin' women I've ever seen in my whole 200 years of existence. She was coated with blood and nasty gashes; judging by the singed Maelstrom uniform, she must've been one of the lucky motherfuckers who survived the fight...and definitely wasn't happy to see my face, but she was more than happy to take her aggression out on it. 

She...she straight up tortured me- for what felt like fuckin' hours. That woman packs a severe punch- I swear I didn't have a snoring problem until her fist had VIP access to my nose. She damn near beat me 'till I turned purple; shit was brutal. But it didn't stop there; she had some of her science nerds whip up some kinda injection, and whatever it was...fucked my body up. It felt like I was burning from the inside out, I was coughing up blood, and my mouth was fucking foaming...just...awful...fucking awful...

Kohren managed to track down my current location, usin' one of his funky lil' drones, knocked out the building's primary power source, and blew up an exit for me. Despite being beaten to a pulp, I managed to get my lick back on her. I wasn't about to leave the scene, not having the last laugh. 

Despite being drugged to hell and back, I managed to knock her out to make my escape. She was already pretty banged up from the earlier fight, and her murderous adrenaline rush ran out. 

I reckon the takeaway from all of this is that we both struck a deep nerve within each other. I took the lives of some of Bishop's colleagues...she is within her right to want me dead. And the fucking torture she put me through...I wish the same upon her, too, I suppose...  

[jawlawsenpai]

“Specter Inspector”  Log 01: White Lady’s House

 Echoes, that’s all that’s left just…echoes. Slumbering in this empty house. The quiet…it deafens. What’s a soul got to do to feel life once more? Tossing and turning in the air as I slumber. Didn’t even know ghosts can sleep but there I was hovering in the living room sleeping, trying to dream a happy dream but only shattered fragments of what was remains, my mind no longer permits me to have a thought only eternal torment, but in that dark abyss I call my mind there he was another soul, a soul…like me, a dead man like me, but somehow his eyes…they’re still alive. And he’s holding something…what is it? Wait… THAT’S MINE!!!

           “Well…that was a fun dream.” I say as I open my eyes staring at this old cobwebbed filled ceiling as I float back down on the living room floor. This empty old space I call home can be really boring at times, since after all no one lives here anymore. I’m probably partially to blame for that since I keep scaring away potential home owners, I mean… what else does a ghost girl do right?

             “Alright, time to start the day with a bang!” I float towards the big window near the front door and sat on a wooden chair and just watch the people outside…this is literally it. This is all I do everyday, again nothing much really happens. I just see John doing his daily jogging routine, I hear he’s trying out for the track team in his uni, Terry and Martin the neighbors just talking beyond their fence, probably about sports or how great their wives are. Yup. Just same old same old I guess. Just looking at them everyday, makes me ask…what was it like? To be alive again? I just cant remember anymore.

             As I was watching outside the window I saw something new, yet something or someone familiar. It was another spirit, maybe not like me but weirdly enough he has blue skin, and he was floating around the house of the old woman that lives in the house directly across from mine. This ghost phased through her house on the second floor. Being so curious I decided to float over there myself, its not everyday I get to see a fellow spirit, the last one I met was so creepy and disgusting vomiting all over the place.

           Peeking through the wall I see this fellow spirit wearing a brown trench coat and a bowler hat, for now that’s all I saw since this ghost has his back turned to me. I quietly enter the room and witness this ghost looking at the old lady who surprisingly is now a spirit as well, it seems she just recently passed on with her body still in bed. The ghost in the trench coat gave the old woman a cat’s soul and she was just tearing up with joy.

             “Looks like I didn’t have to look that far miss, she seemed to have never left your side at all, I just found her at the big tree right next door just looking at your room.” The ghost in the trench coat said. Without any words the woman just held on tight to the ghost cat, looks lovingly at the ghost wearing a trench coat and disappears is a flash of bright light.

               “Well I wasn’t expecting an audience, this had a bigger turnout than the time I saw Vlad the Impaler having a philosophical debate with Harry Houdini. The other ghost says as he turns towards me. Getting a better look at him he is also wearing a white buttoned shirt with a red necktie, a monocle, black pants, and brown shoes. Beyond his attire his hair was in a darker shade of blue similar to mine, and that he also has very green emerald eyes.

            He looks at me for a brief moment then pulls out a pocket watch from one of his coat pockets, the watch itself seems to be rather old even having a crack in its glass. “Welp, seems that I’ve got time, is there anything I can help you with mam?” He asks politely.

           “Um… help with what exactly?” I asked while scratching the back of my head.

           “Well you are a spirit that has not crossed the afterlife after all, and I do make it my business to help such spirits.” He answered diligently.

            “I saw you in my dreams… Why did I see you in my dreams?” I asked the more and more I remembered my dream.

             “Well dreams work in very mysterious ways madam, sadly even I cannot fully answer them.”

             “Who are you?”

             “Well I fancy myself as the Specter Inspector, but my colleague says that that is rather a dumb title to give oneself, You can just refer to me as Detective since I am the ghost detective after all.” He said putting on a very smug face as well as putting both of his hands on his waist as if it’s something to be proud of.

               “Well, sorry Detective, I have no interest in “passing on” just yet, I mean, I don’t even fully remember who I am.”

              “I see I see, one of those cases huh?”

              “Wait what?” I asked confusingly.

             “Oh yeah no that’s very common.”

             “What do you mean by common?”

            “Well upon after death spirits and ghosts have various reactions to it. Some might find their deaths so shocking that they end up repeating their death over and over again in a loop for almost all eternity. Some like me get to just wander freely and do as we please. While there are those similar to you whom have completely forgotten who they were in the first place, most of the time it’s just mostly because in some way shape or form they wished to forget their life and start a new.”

             Hearing this was still very shocking but somehow, it made sense, it gave me a level of clarity as why I am what I am.

             “How do you know all of this? I’ve been a spirit for a long time now and I never knew there were others like me and such.”

             “Well that’s because you don’t have Moodi.” He says as if that’s supposed to make sense to me.

             “Moodi?”

             “Oh pardon my partner’s rudeness and mine, Moodi be a gentleman and say hello to the lovely lady.” He says gesturing to his monocle. And without a second later the monocle starts to glow in a fiery blue hue. The flames for some reason seem to not burn and even feels as if it is rather cold.

 Emerging from the blue flames is a crow that carried on to fly around the room to then perching on the Detective’s left shoulder. “I told you for the last time! I am not your partner!” The crow complains.

 “Wait… did that crow just talk?”    

               “You have two ghosts communicating to one another as if they’re still alive and you still find that surprising?” He says in a sarcastic tone. Fair point.

               “In any case, hello madam my name is Moodi, and I am this bumbling buffoons spirit guide.” The crow declares.

               “A spirit guide?”

               “Spirit guides are tasked with guiding souls to the afterlife.” The detective answers.

              “Well why didn’t I get a spirit guide of my own?”

              “They’re mostly dispatched to the more stubborn ones, or… if their boss has other plans for said spirit in question. I just so happen to be a very stubborn detective, so Moodi’s boss sent him to me as my sort of encyclopedia for the spirit realm. And in turn I get to assists in some matters than may prove too dangerous for both mortal world and the spirit world.” The Detective exposits. “Well then miss…wait I didn’t quite catch your name.”

              “I…don’t remember, people just call me the White Lady around here.”

             “Well then miss White, are you interested with getting some of your memories back?” he asks with a a genuine eager smile on his face.

             “What? YOU COULD DO THAT?!”

             “It isn’t the first time me and Moodi have dealt with this particular case before after all. Its tricky but it is more than possible. I can’t guarantee that we can bring all of your memories back however.

             My memories…back to me? This isn’t something I can just pass up can I? But then again, he did mention that souls like me who can’t remember in the first place wanted to forget our lives. Should I still take the risk? Would I like what I’ll see? I never even knew that I wanted to even remember in the first place, I was that content with my current afterlife. But… “What do I have to do?” I say as I look at the Detective with determination.

             The Detective then looks at Moodi with Moodi reacting very violently. “No! We can’t do that again! It’s too risky.” The crow says metaphorically putting his foot down.

             “Moodi come on, have a heart besides your life wont bet in danger, it’ll be mine and hers. All you have to do is get us those two little things. Pretty please.” The Detective says teasingly and try to put on puppy dog eyes to try and convince Moodi.

             With a couple more attempts of convincing Moodi he eventually gives in and flies off somewhere to grab items needed for whatever it is we’re doing. The Detective then proceeds to float outside of the building since according to him we really should let the newly departed rest in peace. I completely forgot that we’ve had that entire conversation with a dead old lady present. We waited patiently for Moodi on the rooftop of the abandoned house I’ve been occupying.

             Some time passes and Moodi finally returns seemingly very worn out and tired. “Here you go I got the stones for you. That shaman just says that we owe him another favor.” Moodi says while panting.

            “No worries we can always manage his favors.” the detective proclaims. Out of being tired from his long flight he returns to being the Detective’s monocle.

            “What are those?” I ask pointing towards two round stones with some cracks that glow a strange yet ethereal orange hue.

            “These stones will allow us to venture to the spirit world. Since being ghosts the moment we step into the spirit world its virtually impossible for us to return to the mortal plane on our own accord basically trapping us there forever, so these stones basically allow us to make a free round trip there.” The Detective explains.

            “Why do we need to go to the spirit world for my memories?”

           “One way or another, we souls are connected to the spirit world. Until now no one can properly explain that realm but, one thing is for certain, that realm can also provide a soul clarity and show them memories of their past.” He explains.

            “So what do we do?”

           “We swallow them.” He says with a blank smile on his face.

           “Wait what?”

         “Yup, we swallow them, it just tastes like rock don’t worry. Once we get out of the spirit realm it leaves our bodies as well.” He explains.

           He then leads me back inside the house and instructs me to stand in front of a mirror. He mentions that mirrors are a good easy portal to get in the spirit world. As I try my best and swallowed the stone with the orange glow being seen visible through my pale skin on my chest and even through my white dress, similar to the Detective I can see the orange glow though his shirt and necktie. “Ready?” The Detective asks.

          “No.” I answer frankly, yet I took a deep breath and stepped right in through the mirror being followed by the Detective.

          As we enter the spirit world I was introduced to a world of spiraling and colorful skies, no clouds can be seen is just endless beautiful colors as if we were in a Vincent van Gogh painting itself. The floors were just stone and yet from a far I see multiple stairways and stone paths being formed, until I noticed that underneath the very stone floors that I was standing on that it was just merely floating in mid air. As I look back up I saw the detective leaving me behind and just walking straight and wherever he walked new paths form to give him footing as so he won’t fall to the endless abyss below.

          Continuously looking around I see some figures on the distance. “Detective what are those?” I ask.

          “Lost souls.” He answered straightforwardly

          Getting a better look at them they’re just faceless humanoid shape beings, very tall and malnourished, their bodies almost seeming transparent. “How did they get that way?”

          “You’ll find out soon if you don’t find whatever it is you’re looking for.” He answered in a more serious and slightly angry tone.

          “I mean, isn’t that why you’re here to help me?” I asked confusingly.

          “Who said that?” The Detective says while looking at me straight in the eyes with his almost dead expression.

          “You did! What’s wrong with you?! Is this place somehow affecting you?!” I asked in a very panicked and confused tone.

          “No, I don’t think so I just think it’s rather dumb that you went straight to trusting someone to dragging you to what is essentially hell without a shadow of a doubt.” He said in a very calm manner with sinister grin on his face as I saw behind him that some of the lost souls are practically running and crawling fast towards us. The Detective takes out his pocket watch and looks at it shortly. “Looks like you’re time’s up,” He said in a very monotone voice and a soulless stare right into my eyes. “I think you should run.” Those were the last words I heard I was practically booking it to somewhere else.

             I can’t believe how stupid I am, he’s right I just met that man today and I trusted him this much to the point where he dragged me to a place I don’t even know. All I can think about now is how to escape, how to get away from this place, how to survive. That’s all I’ve been doing recently just surviving really…not even living anymore. Maybe… that’s what I also did when I was alive. Maybe I didn’t have a life to begin with just trying to get by day by day, that probably isn’t a life worth living now that I think about it. I guess even in death…I’m still this sad and pitiful.    

            As I kept moving instead of just the stone path forming from my every step, I saw wooden planks and other materials form in front of my eyes. Before I knew it an entire house was built right in front of me. This house is a rather old one, with it’s very pastel orange wall exterior to the brownish bronze looking paint for the gate, yet I feel somewhat at ease here, I feel as though I can be safe here. Without a second though I rush inside this home and I was greeted with a warm light from the ceiling of the living room. The television was on playing my favorite cartoon…wait…I had a favorite cartoon? As I kept walking around I saw the dining area with a table as well as four chairs for each side, on top of the table is just food that I can just already taste from a far, food that I love. Could this…could this be my home? While looking around more and more emotions come flooding in. I still can’t remember but the feelings of it is strong, I desperately want to remember more but I just cant I want to see what all these emotions mean and what they’re tied to! Please! Please show me anything! I want to at least know why these feeling make me feel so! I’m begging anyone just please show me who I was! As if life wants to keep playing its cruel joke on me bursting out the floor boards and the door itself, more lost souls trying to get me enters the house. From their speedy chase they gave me earlier now they were taking their meticulous time almost stalking me, their prey. As I was slowly walking back away from them out of fear that if I make any fast or sudden movements that that would be the end of me and that they would follow suit and rush me and finally end my afterlife. As I was continuously walk back stairs form behind me, this house has a second floor and on said floor I hear…laughter. Without a second to waste someone came barging in basically entering the house with a flying kick tackling a majority of the lost souls. To my surprise it was none other than the Detective himself. “Hey you found it! Good job!” He says with a dumb looking happy grin across his face giving me a thumbs up.

            “What are you doing!?” I asked confused.

            “Well I’ll explain all that later but right now I think you’re needed elsewhere Miss White.” He says as he grabs the nearest wooden chair from the dining table and readies it like a weapon looking down at the horde of lost souls.

            At this point I am just so genuinely confused, but if I were to take his words seriously then he’s right I need to go up there and see what I’m missing! I rush towards up the stairs to see a bunch of doors being made right in front of me from the colorful abyss. One by one I check these doors but they were just regular rooms, I’m assuming one room was probably my parent’s room while the other was just the bathroom. Yet each of those rooms didn’t have the sound of laughter at all. I continue to run down this hallways that was being made on the spot until I reach a door slightly already opened. As I reach this door I slowed my pace, from this distance alone I can barely hear the Detective continuing to try and fight off the horde from below. For some reason…I was outright scared what am I about to see beyond this door? I take a deep breath, I managed to get this far I need to see this through.

            As I walk in the room there was almost nothing inside of it, it was just a dark empty room. Until, a spotlight from the ceiling lights up to show a singular teddy bear sitting in the middle of this dark room. Not gonna lie this entire set up is sketchy as fuck, but… I try to walk closer to the teddy bear until all of a sudden I heard someone running behind me, as they run pass by me they immediately swoop in and tackle this teddy bear for a hug. The moment this person hugged the teddy bear the entire room was filled with light, and all I saw is a child’s room. And there smack dabbed in the middle is a little girl hugging her teddy bear tightly. “I’m back home Mrs. Sarah!” She gleefully announces to this toy. “I can’t wait to tell you how fun school was today!” She continuous in a very excited and eager expression.

           “Vanessa! Come back down here and take a shower first!” a voice lovingly yelled coming from down stairs.

           “Okay mama!” This little girl replies. “I’ll be back again Mrs.Sarah.”

        �� Looking at her closely…this was me, I was this little brown haired girl. I was… so happy back then. Looking at this…this was my first recollection of my memories. Tears start flowing from my eyes, this was more than I expected, even with just this little memory… It’s proof that I was happy and that to some degree I lived a somewhat happy life. As the young me leaves the room I look back at the teddy bear who was just standing again the middle of the room, looking up to me and then he stretches out his arms telling me he wants a hug. Without holding back anymore I hugged this toy like there was no tomorrow and cried like the little girl I was back then.

          After some time passed I walked backed down the stairs while holding Mrs. Sarah by her hands. I was then met by the now worn out Detective, sitting on top of a pile of lost souls. I saw his bowler hat by the window, his brown coat by the floor all messy. His red necktie now very loose, his sleeves rolled up and I can see how battered and bruised he was with some green blood dripping from his mouth. “I see you found what you were looking for.” He said in a gleeful tone still sporting that dumb happy grin on his face.  

         “Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” I said sternly.

         “Oh this? We don’t bleed per say the green stuff is just ectoplasm.” He jokingly answered.

         I immediately smack him over the head with my teddy bear. “Not that you idiot! To what happened before!”

           “Oh that? Well from my last similar case, hunting down for memories in the spirit realm can take a lot of time, I found out that to make it faster the individual in question needed to feel a sense of desperation. Because that way their souls and their hearts would be searching for a safe place, and I reckon a childhood home would be a souls safest place.”

            “I see, so you didn’t mean any of what you said earlier?”

            “Nope, not at all. I am very sorry for that. The stones will swallow don’t last very long so we don’t have years to look for your memories. I hope you can forgive me.” The Detective genuinely asks. I then start to hug him very tightly.

            “Thank you.”

            Moodi then came flying inside the room from the front door. “Time’s almost up you too we better hurry.”

           “Ready to leave?: The Detective asks as I take one last look around the house.

           “Yes.”

         As we get back to the mortal world me and the Detective immediately started puking until the stones we originally swallowed were out of our systems. “Yeah sorry that happens when you come back.” The Detective jokingly says. “Now what do you wish to do Miss White?”

          “It’s not Miss White anymore Detective.” I said confidently while hugging Mrs. Sarah. “It’s Vanessa, Vanessa Amaryllis.”          

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VTuber | HALLOWEEN UPDATE | DabkunTV

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Galactic Lore Chapter One: The Hahlean War

Hello everyone! It took some time but I am so excited to finally share the first chapter of Galactic’s lore! This chapter is primarily world building, and setting things up for Galactic’s backstory. I am still writing the latter parts of the story, updates will be sporadic for a little while. Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy! 

An unknown alien race named the Zar'Voi, with unfathomable warfare and technology, determined with their plan to conquer all the weaker planets of the universe to expand their legion for millennia to come. Their armies were brutal, cut-throat, and merciless. They truly believed the only way towards progress was to leave a path of havoc and bloodied bodies. An all too familiar, breadcrumb trail of misery and despair. The Zar'Voi were on the constant hunt for their next score; each leap into a wormhole was another chance to pillage another planet, strengthen armies, grow their population, and expand their overflowing galleria of warfare knowledge. They had an insatiable hunger for bloodshed and onslaught, not a single soul could fathom. Almost as if they needed it to function, their only driving force. 

During a typical cruise of the never-ending galaxies, the alien warriors came across a valuable colony of three planets; the smaller two named Valora and Ariane, and the largest planet called Vhaniza. Otherwise known as Colony G-614. It didn't take a genius to realize this colony was rich in natural resources. The planet's different sizes were perfect for expanding the warriors' ship fleets. Raw and rare materials tucked under the terrain would be enough for weapon production for light years to come. The warriors saw this discovery as a sign, their call to action if you will. Their golden opportunity finally came to fruition. With a swift call, the warriors carried out unjust acts of slavery, war, and onslaught for nearly forty generations. 

(Vah-lor-ah) (Eye-rain) (Van-eye-zah)

Colony G-614 belonged to the citizens known as the Hahlea. Notable most for their high intelligence and outstanding innovative qualities. Whatever they could think of- no matter how complicated the task, they could fabricate it out of thin air. Each Hahlean possessed a pair of blessed and creative hands known throughout the universe. As well as being crafty architects and engineers, they knew their way around a needle and thread. Clothes were made of the finest materials- not a single Hahlean would go about their day under-dressed. Each article of clothing was specially hand-sewn and catered to one's desires. Colony G-614 had a plethora of creative hands to ensure there was more than enough room for expression. 

(Hah-lei)

Their beauty and charm had no limit. The ethereal gaze from a Hahlean was enough to make the strongest-willed weak in the knees; not a single soul would turn down the temptation. Be as that may, it wasn't the glamorous clothing nor the talents they possessed that made others fawn over them. It was the fact that the Hahlean's were authentically themselves. A nation whose people love what they do and are not afraid to show it off proudly. Whether it be building, painting, singing, story-telling, or fashion style. As perfect as an outsider may view them, Hahlean's take pride in their flaws and display them for all to see. In Hahlean culture, one's flaws, quirks, or imperfections were the secret to their prosperity. They viewed it as the highest and most precious form of art. 

Their architectural craftsmanship knew no limits. It did not take the tinkering Hahlean's long from them to create an exuberant capital on Vhaniza and continued to make booming cities on Valora and Ariane. Hahlean tech was thousands of years ahead of other nations in the universe. A colony rich with raw materials, each towering sky-scraper was built beyond code requirements, and homes were built with love as the main ingredient. 

It was such a bountiful nation, a loving nation, a peaceful nation. 

A perfect colony

That is just what the Zar'Voi were looking for. 

Creators, not fighters

One's that were easy to control.

One's that break under pressure.

One's that don't fight back. 

The perfect fit. 

The Warriors did not hold back; it wasn't in their nature. They demolished and flattened any building that caught their eye. Homes ingrained with precious memories were burned and blown down to rubble. The beautiful flora and fauna caught up in flames that engulfed all the wooded areas. The sky-scrapers were knocked down nearly half of their original size, while the crumbled remains crushed those fleeing down below. 

The first objection was to target all the weaklings of colony G-614 and gather the more substantial and capable citizens. Hahlean's were taken out of their homes and rounded up like cattle; guttural, pleading screams strained the voices of many. Innocent lives were taken away in an instant. The once bustling and cheerful streets were now littered with broken and battered bodies; trying to ID the remains out of the rubble and visceral mess would be a waste of time. 

Children separated from their families were left alone in the chaos of an active war zone and could be heard desperately crying for their mama and papa. The Warriors seized the land as their own, including the Hahlean's natural talent to create and build; they are now forced to use their gift to develop weapons beyond their comprehension. 

During the first wave of attacks, the Zar'Voi wiped out the capital. Any art, awards, or sculptures displayed stood no chance. All forms of culture were lost to the downpour of explosives and hellfire. Although the warriors were frivolous with their attacks on Vhaniza, they kept the remaining smaller planets, Valora and Ariane, as intact as they could. Their next mode of operations began when the Hahlean's spent most of their time.

The Project labs resided on planet Valora and were the most polished and supplied labs in the universe. Each workstation was stocked with the finest and rarest raw materials extracted from down below. Even the machinery was created by the Hahlean's and unique to their colony alone. This place, once brimming with advanced tech and creative ideas, is now in the palms of the most bloodthirsty beings in the universe. 

The Zar'Voi crammed all captured male Hahlea into the Project labs and made it their new home. Day cycle in and night cycle out, the Hahlean's were forced to do the most grueling work and carry out near-impossible demands. As the Zar'Voi continued their mission in other galaxies, they needed constant repairs to ships, their weapons fixed, and ammo replenished. With hardly any food supplied to them, their thin and brittle bodies could not keep up with supply demands, and they would pass out from exhaustion. Some looked forward to that moment, the end of their torment. A free ticket out of the hellish prison that enveloped them. Unforantatly, the Zar'Voi didn't give them that luxury. All the citizens in the project labs were kept under a close eye; if they were deemed unfit for the work or could not keep up with the production were simply disposed of. Underneath the Project labs, the warriors created a labyrinth of catacombs and prisons. In these catacombs, those who didn't meet their work quotas were subjected to horrendous torture and eventually slaughtered. 

Boiling...

Flaying...

Disembowelment...

Waterboarding...

Gibbieting... 

Blood and entrails painted the floors and walls of the catacombs, and the smell of rotting and burning corpses was too much to stomach. Imprisoned Hahlea wallowed in their waste and humiliation, painfully waiting for the moment they were tortured or executed. 

The Hahlea women and young girls were taken away from their partners and fathers. They were kept from the project labs and brought to reside on planet Ariane. This one kept its natural beauty and charm compared to the other seized planets. Homes weren't demolished, the greenery wasn't set ablaze, and there was no active gunfire. However, behind this decoy was a more revolting sight. 

The women and young girls of the Hahlea population were sold off at auctions. Tentatively graded on their looks, age, and fertility, soon to be paired with their new Zar'Vio husband. The woman who proved to be the most fertile would get paired with the best alien Warrior in hopes they would conceive offspring with strong physical capabilities, high intelligence, and building skills. Once a son is born and comes of age, they are sent away to train and study. If a daughter is born, they are sadly thrown back into to dreadful system as their mothers. Due to this, the Hahlea mothers would never get to spend too much time with their children; most of their time was devoted to their new lovers. Anything a person could fathom, it was demanded that they do. From backbreaking cleaning, ensuring their lovers were well fed, and keeping their uniforms patched up and cleaned. Behind a happy husband was a bed that never grew cold. The Zar'Voi wanted to expand their army and lineage to continue for millennia to come. A heritage that would conquer every populated planet in the universe. 

The enslaved Hahlea citizen's lost everything; every trait they held dear was taken and exploited. The Zar'Voi made the Hahlea feel as if there was no other escape from their suffering was death itself, and even then, it wasn't by their own want or will. Weapons with the traditional Hahlean touch were used to strike fear and take down others. Their craftsmanship was once used by all in the universe; their beloved talent for creation was tainted. Hahlean tech and knowledge were now a calling card for slaughter. The beauty that once was Colony G-614 was reduced to rubble and ash. Morale was non-existent here; there was no hope for freedom or an end. Everything birthed here died, and anyone who dared to get close to the orbit of G-614 would soon meet their end. 

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An Interview With Galactic

Hi everyone! I’m back with some more writing! This one is a little different, I was doing a little bit of character studies trying to flush out Galactic’s character out a bit more. I was also going through a bit of a dysphoric spell when writing this, so it is very trans focused and probably even a tad vent-y? This particular piece of writing is a mixture of fiction and personal elements. Galactic is a self-insert in a way, and with this I am able to have a creative outlet for some of the things I struggle with. Anyway! Enough of me Rambling, I hope you enjoy!

How does Galactic feel about being trans?

"I honestly don't think about it too much anymore. It has been a while since I started treatment and all that mess...being trans really isn't a thing here in the slums, so there's no luck talking to anyone here about it-well at least at the time. Around here, you don't get what you want by getting it nicely or wishin' for it, it's fought for, and some folks risk their lives for it. I began to wonder if it was worth risking my life for. If it was worth something to chase...obviously, those thoughts didn't last that long! I hit up a few Mercenary science labs around my district, and oddly enough, most of the intel they had regarding my situation came from a planet called 'Earth.' The Humans have researched treatments to hell and back, and the results are fucking incredible. In the beginning, I would go to these labs once a month and stock up on supplies I needed. It was a little daunting at first- one doesn't willingly jab themselves with a needle every week. Eventually, I figured out how to create synthetic testosterone back at my base and made my own injector, so I don't have to do it myself anymore."

Do you struggle with dysphoria?

"There are times when the dysphoria gets a little rough; since there are not many other folks around here like me, it's hard to find people to confide in. Then again...sometimes I wonder if I have a right to complain about the things that make me dysphoric. I mean, I have been doing this shit for nearly four years now...I have achieved just about all the milestones others dream of getting-Like shit; I got the big chop early this year...So, what reason do I have to complain about...?"

How do you feel about your voice?

"I still struggle with my voice sometimes... It doesn't sound masculine in the slightest...and sometimes, I wish I could just get rid of my ability to speak. I get so squeaky when I get happy or excited...I sound so...shrill...It's such a quick reaction that I cannot catch myself and correct it. As much as the deep, gravely e-boy voice is overdone...I am still somewhat envious of them..."

How do you feel about your body type?

"And don't get me started on my height and size...I'm puny compared to everyone else around me- and there's only so much platforms can do for ya. It feels like people constantly look down on me or think I am weak and fragile. The word cute. I go back and forth if I like it or not as a compliment. Like yeah, I am happy I get called cute, I guess? But am I just cute? Am I just a tiny, cutesy guy? Is that all I am?"

Ever get penis envy?

"This goes without saying, but...I'm not asking for the fattest cock in the universe, but christ, would things be a hell of a lot easier if I had a penis. Do you know how much work it is? And how tired your hands get? It's like having to pay a toll fee just to cum. Cis guys can just whip it out and be done with it..."