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irradiatedsnakes · 7 months

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the Big TMA Furry List

this list with commentary/choice rationale below the cut :] i wrote a lot of thoughts down do please check it out.

jon: common raven

martin: tan jumping spider

sasha: southern flannel moth

not!sasha: red postman

tim: jackson's chameleon

melanie: eastern copperhead

georgie: triceratops horridus

basira: domestic cat (calico shorthair)

daisy: domestic dog (german shepherd)

elias: barn owl. jonah: eurasian eagle owl.

gerry: domestic dog (black doberman)

annabelle: white-booted racket-tail

jane: cabbage white

michael: spiny softshell turtle

helen: common hermit crab

oliver: black vulture

peter: risso's dolphin

mike: caelestiventus hanseni

jude: black kite

agnes: ???

nikola: stealing major's carousel horse

jared: american dog tick

breekon&hope: Hog and/or Bear. you get no more information

dekker: mouflon

gertrude: great tit

leitner: domestic cat (persian)

manuela: gray long-eared bat

rayner: olm

salesa: sea otter

simon: dodo

elaboration below !

jon: common raven

this was a choice i made before i even finished listening to the podcast back in 2020. jon's 1000% a bird to me, and the curious nature of corvids works well here. plus, i think a bird so universally ominous as a raven works perfectly as a horror protag :P i used to draw raven!jon with a couple troodon traits, mostly just cus it was fun, but i wanted to make my designs more grounded for this iteration. made them plantigrade, didn't get silly with body styles like i have with mp100 designs.

martin: tan jumping spider

if you've been here for a while you'll know that my furry martin has gone through about two million iterations. he started off as a european pine marten, to bold jumping spider, to chinese pangolin, to nine-banded armadillo, finally to nurse shark.

out of all of these the spider and the shark are my favorites. i wanted to go back to the jumping spider though- the design is really fun and i wasn't able to get the expressions right, but i'm more confident in my skills now and i'm having fun with the design. i may revisit nurse shark at some point. i switched from bold to tan jumper- i originally chose bold just cus they're my favorite jumper, but their stark black/white and iridescent aqua coloration just doens't work for martin. so, the tan jumper!

sasha: southern flannel moth

another old choice. species chosen because of a friend's fic, pharos by right (another i'm planning to reread now that i'm dipping my toes back into tma..)! southern flannel moths are poofy and orange, and their caterpillars are those super painful teddybear ones. i really like the design.

not!sasha: red postman

wanted to have her be another lepidopteran, and with all the many examples of mimicry among the group i thought red postman was a fun choice. doesn't look anything like a southern flannel moth, but that's sort of the point.

tim: jackson's chameleon

yet another choice from the oldtimes- most of the main characters are, i've mostly switched around the more secondary chars. first suggested, i believe, by @/ofdreamsanddoodles. i think there's something very fun about chameleons being basically a living mood ring & tim's Descent s1-3 showing physcially not just through the worm scars but through like, constant stress coloration during s3.

melanie: eastern copperhead

one of my favorite choices. i have a young copperhead specimen named after her. this one is quite vibes-based, but i do really like the copperhead as a viper that is not deadly. and i'm always a sucker for the "animal perceived as scary and violent that in actuality only strikes when under extreme stress" thing in furry assignments.

georgie: triceratops horridus

another favorite choice. visually, i really like how this works out, and trikes as a social and protective animal works well. she's literally got a shield on her face. horridus was chosen because i like the shape of the head and horns better than prorsus.

basira: domestic cat (calico shorthair)

got a little cat/dog thing going on for dasira. i like the inversion of the usual cat/dog dynamic with their unhealthy devotion instead, and visually it just works very well for them both.

daisy: domestic dog (german shepherd)

yeah i know this one's an exceedingly obvious choice.

elias: barn owl. jonah: eurasian eagle owl.

it's the institute logo! it's him! barn owl for elias specifically because of its very sleek look, designing him went fantastically. also, i can make the eagle owl's face disk work as a mimicry of ben meredith's muttonchops, which i think is a fun design bit to give to magnus.

gerry: domestic dog (black doberman)

certified gerryguy @/gerrydelano's choice. to quote a discord message from 3 years ago (sorry ron): "i feel like.........my INSTINCT is some kind of canine because like. the whole symbolism thing about being either an obedient or rabid dog. something something muzzled all your life. being a dangerous figure if people only see the silhouette but you just want scritches and nobody'll get close enough to you." black dog symbolism + breed which has ears cropped and tail docked, unecessarily molded for a Purpose which the dog has no say in

annabelle: white-booted racket-tail

sort of my original choice- she used to be part white-booted racket-tail, part anna's hummingbird. kept with the racket-tail cus it's fun and very cute. i've had a couple people express surprise that she wasn't a spider, but i think that's way too obvious. hummingbirds, though- they steal the webs of spiders to use as material to make their nests, but can sometimes become trapped in the webs and eaten by the spiders themselves. which is probably the metaphor-via-fursona-assignment i'm most proud of in this whole list

jane: cabbage white

the cabbage white is a butterfly whose caterpillars are routinely parasitized by the parasitoid wasp the white butterfly parasite. in case you're not familiar, parasitoid wasps lay their eggs on (usually) caterpillars, which hatch on the still-living caterpillar, devouring it from the inside before eventually emerging from the consumed husk of the host. also, i really liked the image of parasitoid wasp larvae emerging from an adult butterfly, rather than a caterpillar.

michael: spiny softshell turtle

for michael and helen, i wanted to choose animals which were, in some way, their own home. turtle is an obvious choice- and spiny softshells are a favorite of mine, and sufficiently strange-looking.

helen: common hermit crab

see previous entry. also please google "hermit crab without shell"

oliver: black vulture

bit of an obvious choice, but i adore vultures so i had to. black vulture chosen because i think the monochrome color scheme + straighter face work better than a turkey vulture for him

peter: risso's dolphin

i really like the idea of a cetacean for peter and the lukases as a whole, a famously social animal for the seemingly contradictory nature of this lonely-but-huge family, plus with so many cetaceans being endangered getting that lonely angle (risso's specifically are not, though, as peter is lonely through his own choice, not by circumstance).

mike: caelestiventus hanseni

it's a dimorphodont. he feels like a pterosaur to me, and i like the idea of a vast avatar as a usually short-flying arboreal species, for the unnaturality/contrast of it.

jude: black kite

black kites are one of the species of kites known to intentionally spread fires by picking up burning sticks to flush out prey.

agnes: ???

the only one i'm still undecided on. will update.

nikola: stealing major's carousel horse

i can't top that

jared: american dog tick

great choice from @/magnusarchivememes. Takes Your Blood And Gets So Big

breekon&hope: Hog and/or Bear. you get no more information

vaguely russian animals that are large and imposing but remain somewhat generic. which is the hog and which is the bear is not consistent.

dekker: mouflon

dekker has very much mammal vibes to me. the mouflon is a neat species of wild sheep. i think the noble, imposing but kind image of the ram works well for dekker as that sort of true-good hero figure, and mouflons in particular are very nice looking with good shapes. the statement giver in distant cousin describes dekker as "though he was slightly shorter than I was, it seemed like he towered over me." which i think this sheep works well with.

gertrude: great tit

i wanted all the main eye avatars as birds, just like how i give them all glasses. just a fun little treat for me. great tit was chosen for gertrude as a kind of classic british bird, and as tits in general are VERY fiesty despite their round and adorable appearance. i really like this image of a great tit posing with a dead mouse like it's a hunter with a trophy deer. the cheek markings also work really well to bring to mind the image of old person jowls.

leitner: domestic cat (persian)

vibes. also i like the idea of him as a spoiled domestic animal. if i remember correctly, this was also @/ofdreamsanddoodles' suggestion

manuela: gray long-eared bat

she's a bat. what's to say. WELL actually okay there's the perception of bats as blind but actually having quite good vision which i think meshes in a fun way with the dark, and the way manuela does her sciency stuff.

rayner: olm

i mean, yeah

salesa: sea otter

largely design-oriented, suitably scruffy. ocean animal with strong social bonds, it was a slam dunk soon as i thought of it.

simon: dodo

how couldn't i, come on.

#tma #furry tma #save

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anitalenia · 1 year

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━━━ .°˖✧ opposites attract ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. one of my favs.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.

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minimalistic x bohemian | dips fries in ketchup x drenches fries in ketchup | loves to dance x what’s a rhythm? | life of the party x hates attention | toilet paper facing you x toilet paper facing away from you

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꒰ঌ group thirteen ໒꒱

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

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greenandsorrow · 1 month

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Hey, could u write a Basil from Omori oneshot x reader. Male reader that just met Basil at the park while Aubrey and her gang were bullying him. Reader at around the same age as Basil. Reader taller than Basil. Obviously Basil kinda crushes on reader but is shy. Thank u.

by your side•°

🌻Basil x male!reader, sfw🌻

-> fluff/comfort, dare I say cute, descriptive, tall!reader, Omori spoilers, Polly, the Hooligans, a bit of swearing

!!! I don't usually do male!readers, but I was so excited to write for this flower boy!

The artwork is by @/milkymilkyshark on X.🍃

FARAWAY TOWN, 200X

You always liked the peaceful and mundane environment of this place. It's the place you've spent most of your spring breaks in, visiting your grandparents and playing games on their fourth generation computer. The roads are never full of traffic, stray kittens are always at your disposal to pet and each house has its own front yard.

The weather in FARAWAY TOWN is mild, sunny for the most part, the clouds above your head white and fluffy and the grass under your feet bright green and freshly mowed.

Since you've grown out of carelessly playing with your Hot Wheels and bored of rebuilding the same Lego sets over and over again, you decided it's time for a detour at the nostalgic town of your childhood.

As I said, it's quiet and uneventful here... almost. Your grandma kept you up to date with the tragic death of a young girl, four years ago. A suicide that stains the backyard of one of the utopic looking houses.

A shame.

Still, as much as you may be fond of this little town, you don't know its residents all that well. Maybe your detour will change that. You could use some company...

A fresh tee, shoes, keys, a few coins and you're out of the door.

Luckily, everything is within walking distance, so it's easy for you to plan a route for today's outing in your head.

OTHERMART is your first destination of the day. Last time you were here the shop was much smaller. It must've been expanded and you're definitely not complaining about it. You buy two cans of lemonade and some discounted snacks.

After exiting the shop, you debate on whether you should sit by the fountain or walk all the way to FARAWAY PARK, but the thought of enjoying your snacks while being surrounded by nature wins. FARAWAY PARK it is! The possibilities of meeting people are also more favourable in the park.

As you get closer and closer to it, you start hearing birds chirping, kids laughing and yelling, even the occasional bark of some dog. You're tempted to give the venting machines on the entrance a go, but you've used all you had on your snacks and soft drinks.

To your surprise though, it's not just shouts of joy and laughter that can be heard...

"Creep!!!"

Your curiosity is peaked and before you know it, your legs have already carried you to where the -not so happy- shouts are coming from.

The scene in front of you is upsetting to say the least. Six kids your age have surrounded a short boy, who is hugging himself while whimpering, while the pink-haired girl of the group keeps hurling offences his way.

Your chest tightens. This is wrong. You don't know what the full story behind this whole ordeal is, but bullying is certainly not the way to deal with it.

Your height has always made you appear older than you really are and in this moment of havoc, you decide to use this advantage of yours to end this poor boy's suffering. Keeping your strides confident and determined, you get next to the pink-haired girl, placing a hand on her shoulder. You want to appear intimidating.

AUBREY jumps slightly at the unexpected contact and you seize the opportunity to talk first.

"Don't you have anything fucking better to do?!"

She does look furious, but still a bit startled.

"W- what d- did you say?!"

"I'm sure you heard me the first time! Six to one?! Are you really such a big jerk?!"

Some of the kids in her group have turned red in the face, or are avoiding looking your way. That's good. You're not looking for a full blown out fight anyway.

But what are you doing then? Meeting people like your initial goal was? No. You're defending this blonde boy.

Fortunately, after some angry glares and muttered curses, the group retreats from the park. The girl with the pink hair is the last to go.

"We're not done!"

You can't help but roll your eyes at her over the top, tough nut to crack persona. It doesn't matter that much though, she's walking away now and you're left with the victim of her fury.

Despite his stature, he must be your peer. He has fluffy, blond hair with a pink flower tucked behind his ear. He's wearing a green sweater vest over a white button-up shirt, beige shorts and black shoes. It's clear as day that he's a shy one, with a dose of insecurity -based on his body language-.

His teal eyes are kind. The blue in them is so light that they almost look like they're made out of glass... or the glass-like effect is due to how he's still sniffling and wiping tears off his delicate face. He's beautiful, fragile looking.

Have you been staring? Oops-

You don't want to make him feel any worse. AUBREY made him feel trashy enough.

"Thank you..."

His voice is shaky and soft. You nod in response. Oh gosh, you don't have it in you to leave him alone after what he just went through.

"Don't mention it..."

A pinkish blush surfaces on his cheeks and he starts fidgeting with the hem of his sweater vest.

"I- I- I... You really shouldn't have bothered with me... But I'm grateful for the way you interfered. Really."

"Told you it wasn't any trouble. Now, now... What's your name?"

"I'm BASIL. It's very nice to meet you."

How he manages to smile after the crap he endured momente ago is beyond you.

"I... I have some junk food in this bag. We can share it."

You impress yourself.

Spontaneousness means following your heart and you can't help but melt a little inside at his surprised and flustered expression.

"Are you sure? It's just... You bought these for your own enjoyment. I- I wouldn't like to be a nuisance... Y- you really don't have to share your food with me."

"Pick a bench."

BASIL complies silently, his gaze finding an unoccupied bench on a quiet corner.

"...that one?"

"Cool."

You begin walking towards the selected bench. Casting a quick glance behind, you notice that BASIL still is frozen in place, not believing you're not seeing him as a burden and that you actually want his company.

"C'mon!"

Your voice seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. His melancholy and anxiousness are the results of MARI's death, combined with AUBREY' bullying. Obviously, you wouldn't even imagine the first reason.

You sit in a slightly awkward, slightly soothing silence. You handed him one of the cans of lemonade and opened a pack of gummies, placing it between you.

"Thank you."

The eye contact he makes is fleeting, but you mentally give him kudos for trying.

"So, what was all this fuss about?"

"With AUBREY?"

"Yeah, not that I care about her stupid name."

BASIL makes a choked sound, maybe a failed attempt to chuckle.

"It's... It's just a misunderstanding. I don't want to tire you with the details."

"You won't tire me. I asked for the full story. You have my permission to start talking non-stop."

"You're very straightforward... You remind me of a friend of mine, KEL"

"Um, I really don't know anyone around here."

"That's okay. You know me now."

You smile at that. He blushes and looks at his shoes. Unbeknown to you, BASIL is starting to develop a strong sense of devotion towards you. You rescued him from the Hooligans, you're patient with him, you're even sharing your precious snacks!

"About the misunderstanding... I don't want to make you see AUBREY in a bad light because of what I'll say."

"She was so cruel to you! How can you defend her?!"

"We used to be friends and-

...she's been through a lot."

"That's not enough to justify her behaviour."

A shrug. He knows you're right. He drops the talk about AUBREY.

"I- I enjoy... enjoyed taking pictures. My memories with my friends are my most treasured possessions. It's nice to be able to capture a whole memory in just a single frame."

There's something really pleasant in his voice. BASIL still is nervous and flustered, however, he now appears to be more willing to talk and more at ease in your presence.

"And that's why I kept a PHOTO ALBUM that contained all the memories I made with my friends..."

"That's interesting... and sweet. Still, I haven't heard anything about misunderstandings."

A sad sigh.

"Are you sure I'm not making you bored with all the talking?"

"I'm invested, you can't stop now."

You sip your lemonade and he chews another gummie. BASIL can't suppress a smile. A sincere one at that, because it reaches his teal eyes. It's been a long time since he had any human contact with someone who isn't Polly.

From what he tells you, the misunderstanding happened because AUBREY got angry at him and stole his PHOTO ALBUM, thinking he had vandalized the photos, even though the photos were actually tampered with by another friend of theirs. She's practically blaming him for something he didn't do.

You want to ask him why would that other friend do such a thing in the first place, but something in his gaze holds you back from doing so.

Luckily, after his explanation of why that girl hates him, you move on to discussing lighter subjects. You don't even realise how much time has passed as you listen to him talk about his plants. That boy has quite the green thumb.

Whether it's some good old gardening, or tending to flowers, to trees, even growing vegetables... he's done it. You're certain his house must look very fairytale-like.

It's afternoon now! Did you spend the whole day rumbling with BASIL? Are you ready to say goodbye? No

"You can come over for dinner. My granny will be more than happy to have you."

BASIL's usual anxiousness gives way to excitement. Grandparents are a sensitive topic to him, but he's so giddy at the prospect of having you as a friend that he doesn't get triggered by the mention of your grandma. In all honesty, your invitation has his stomach doing backflips... That's not something he's felt for a friend before.

Strange.

Chicken with rice is today's main course, with apple pie for dessert. BASIL seemed really pleased, but you're not the biggest fan of pies. So you let him have your own slice as well. It's a good thing you took your dessert in your bedroom, otherwise grandma wouldn't let you rest without eating at least half a slice.

"You have a big Lego collection", observes BASIL on his esteemed place at the edge of your bed. You're sitting right next to him.

"Yeah I know, but I've kind of grown out of it as of late."

Your gazes meet almost involuntarily and you're sure that you're sharing the exact same thought. Moments like this have you believing in telepathy.

The evening passes by with you and him building brick houses, castles and more. You start simple, following the instructions of each set. Soon though, you both allow your creativity to take control.

BASIL has seen many butterflies in his garden, but he never thought possible he'd be able to feel them flutter their wings in his stomach.

When it's time for him to leave, he has a pitiful expression on his face.

"Don't worry, you can come over again tomorrow."

"R- really? I mean... I'd really like it if we kept in touch."

In the morning, the door bell wakes you up. You sit up slowly, stretching and rubbing the sleepiness off your eyes. It's a bit early for you, but you go answer the door anyway.

Your hair is a mess, your thoughts a blur. Who could it even be?

"Good morning! I wanted to give this!"

Here stands Basil, handing you a little flower pot.

"Oh... Hello. What's th- What kind of flower is that?"

He smiles brightly as you take the pot in your hands.

"I'm glad you asked. These are daffodils! As you can see they have a bright and joyful yellow colour. Daffodils are strong, resilient flowers that pop up year after year!"

You're happy. He makes you happy, even when you're hella eepy.

"They symbolize friendship... as well as new beginnings! They're one of the first signs of Spring. Well, you're my new friend, so I thought that you should have them!"

"And what about the new beginnings aspect?"

Another smile.

"Oh! Don't worry about that!"

You'll never know it, but you saved BASIL in the word's truest meaning. He gives you a quick but tight hug.

"That's all for now! I have to visit my granny at the hospital! But we can meet afterwards!"

Once he closes his mouth, you both fall silent and turn tomato red. You manage a smirk and then you're both laughing, giggling and planning your day.

Thank you so much for reading!💛🌼

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genderlesssinner · 18 days

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Welcome back nerds

These Fey horse things are giving me windwalk vibes

Ash wanting to go dodging trees makes me think about that post about them riding a motorcycle. Yeaaahh.

I love their naming vibes, these dweebs

Oh man I love it when Matt mixes sayings that was perfect

Not the Creed reference I can't

Dirty 20 (for 22) and he got nicked holy fuck

Dorian riding sidesaddle is amazing and I love him

Oof Braius ate shit a lil damn

Imogen going full racer stance love it

Oh no Ash got got by a bird

Fey art school? Oh boy

Startin us off right, get it little man

"we'll get to that in a moment" uh oh

Okay okay big fancy twin tower

Oh it's covered in skeletons fuck

Hooves are bad for verticale climbing, yall

Ooh I hope they get a moment for Chet to do the Psychometry thing in this town that would be neeaaatt

Robbie following his gut, I love it, yes

Ooohhh shit someone is watching, that damn hawk

EEEYYYY Get it Chet

(fucking fuck I missed a minute there ugh internet issues)

Fuck whatever it is poisoned the fucking land not just the people shit

Oh they brought a guard dog, interes- nope it has a people face mhn, nuh uh, nope

MAP TIME

'for spacial awareness'

So freaking cool every time

"I believe in our 80% rat."

*said rat rolls TRASH*

Ooop- Pâte gone

Sneaky sneaky plus Arcane Eye nice nice

Sneaky ass Fey boys man

I always wonder if they can send images with Telepathic Bond but they never mention it nahdjdhchc

Oh fuck Tal's right I bet that was fucken Gloamgut landing. Damn dragon is scary

Mhm yep yep yep

Weeeeiiiirrrdddd ass fey dragon

Fuck man I forgot there was gonna be a Snow Luda here sheesh. Spooked me for a sec

I kind of want them to like try and listen and learn more but also blow shit up like Travis said, bring the fucken building down (which is a shame, it's gorgeous). More info can only help us here but we gotta make this go sideways for Luda

Ira you creepy sonofabitch

I think everyone kinda forgot about Ira for a minute there

Fluffy fuckboy,, oh no

Love fighting with Ira so far

Liaaamm a one?? No luck reroll??

Duuuudde Travis with double Nat 20s

The quietest HWDYWTDT ever and maybe the nastiest damn boy

"You think you're pretty hidden" Uuhghhhhh maaaatt

Why are fey critters so.. Nasty?

Dorian with a go on, git. I cant

What the fuucckk is iitttt??

Ooh this fight could so bad so quick Silence is saving their asses right now ooofff

Having some issues again but Idk if this is my internet or what. Audio fine but the video is frozen, had to reload... Missed a little bit.

Crazy stealth rolls from Ash and Chet, love that

And a crit fuck yes

Chet getting super gorey and I kind of love it

Fuck him up Orym, get it boo

Yess boys get it. Do the weird shit Tal yes.

I'm so excited to see what Tal is planning, I love how feral he gets with Ashton sometimes

This is going so well and I'm kinda worried

Cosmic space stuff oh yes maaann the wormhole fuck yeah

Man. I wanna read this barbarian stuff so bad

Ludinus knows that they're planning to attack the key - but is that because it's the obvious move or is it because there's a leak?

I do love that the Unseelie are like 'nah we'll sit in the shadows and watch your centuries of work crash a burn, thanks though.'

Oooh animating the statue love it, makes me think of Laerryn summoning a construct, man

Oh this is gonna be either really good or really bad holy shit

So my thought here especially since Ash went ahead and went titan, they could go in and do massive structural damage. And then as shit falls they should be able to get out safe because they can move through stone and shit right? And between that and Fearne making everything squish that shit should go down

THE INSIDE MAP AAAAA

FUCK ME I hate how big that dragon is oh my gods but he is gorgeous

Oop no statue

I think the group should try to focus on distracting these guys and Ash needs to get in there and do some seige damage and fuck shit up and then they got to GO. Fuck they can't move through worked stone, that's what it is. Hell.

I'm not sure if the Hells have ever worked together this well before

MATTHEEEWWWWW

Ugh the cliffhangers yall

I'll totally be watching again Monday because I missed somethings and I'm so tired right now.

See yall then ♥��

#critical role #critical role spoilers #bells hells #cr c3e106 #are birds the chairs this campaign

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wisteria-lodge · 1 year

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badger-flavored bird primary + bird secondary

Hi there. I’m fairly sure I’m a Bird Snake, but I’ve never submitted an “official” typing request, and I was wondering if you could SortMe? I structured this off the ask the other day that asked what a SortMe submission should look like.

When I was a kid I was quiet, kept to myself whilst wanting to join in groups of other kids playing. I liked solitary activities, and I could spend hours by myself doing something I liked, to the exclusion of the world around me. I read constantly, fiction and non-fiction. I was reading and writing from 3. Initially I wrote stories about concepts I thought were cool - one was a short story about a girl who sleepwalks out of her room at night and is lured into a machine by a Shadow Man that steals her shadow. I think I was about five when I wrote that lol. Then, because I wanted my parent’s approval, a performance aspect snaked in and I started quite early writing things designed to make the adults around me ooh and aah about how precocious it was. I pushed past my anxiety to perform (there was an aspect of the attention I got from adults there.)

To preserve my own creative outlet, I secretly wrote fic for the different media I was entranced by at the time. I knew it wasn’t the kind of thing the adults would approve of. I learned to hide things quite young.

Okay. I’m definitely seeing signs of an external focus that makes me think Badger or Bird primary (“wanting to join in groups of other kids playing” and “wanted my parent’s approval”) Like yes, those are universal human feelings, but you’re choosing to highlight them.

I’m also definitely thinking either Bird or Snake secondary. There’s the “you” and then there’s the “you” you perform to solve a problem or get something. And you’re… fine with it. A Lion or a Badger would be chafing more.

One of my absolute favourite pastimes was to go on to these old breed standard websites and read every profile A-Z of each breed within a domestic species, cat, dog, horse, etc, and pick out the ones I would have one day. I had a similar list-like enjoyment of dinosaurs, sharks, planets, rivers.

Well, it looks like you - as well as every other neurodivergent apparently - either has or models a Bird secondary. And I’m leaning towards you’re just a Bird secondary. The collector instinct, the love of lists… Bird secondary.

There was something very pleasing about designing your own life. I thought if I got to Heaven, I would ask God to design my own world, so I might as well start planning before I died, lol.

This, this right here might be the most Bird primary thing I have ever read.

I was not athletic at all, but I had a daring streak. Not out of wanting to act out but for the pure adventure of it, I used to arrange small rebellions or capers (I tended to have a Best Friend or else usually just preferred one buddy to do things with). Once I innocuously invited myself over to my friend’s house out of nursery, smoothly eliding the facts so that her parents didn’t doubt I had my parent’s permission. They double-checked with my parents when I got there and my disgruntled parents arrived at dinner time, haha.

You’re explaining to me all the planning that went into your first mini-heist, and also the things you overlooked that made it fail. And there definitely seems to be quite a bit of planning, or “arranging” going on. Bird.

I remember the motivation was wanting to eat a certain type of green pasta that I knew my friend’s mother made that I didn’t eat at home.

Honestly, the way that it was so pre-meditated makes me think Bird secondary more than snake secondary.

I loved dressing up and costume.

Not conclusive on its own, but Actor Bird secondaries almost always have a real thing for costumes.

I have an ear for accents, huge tracts of dialogue from movies. I could do this thing where I’d watch a movie I liked intently, then when I was bored I’d access that movie in my mind and watch that inside my head. I had to learn to stop doing things like that, because watching the mental movies meant I would kind of zone out totally for hours (cos the movie was on! everyone shut up I’m watching my movies) and other kids found it weird. Learning What Other Kids Found Weird was a rough ride. I tried hard to learn the rules, although I was constantly frustrated by how one rule would contradict another and how shallow or hypocritical they were.

Tell me about it. I did the movie thing too, although in my case it tended to be more radio plays from the 40s. Still use it to get myself to sleep sometimes. But all that really tells me is that you’re neurodivergent, which we knew.

Discovering Pirates of the Caribbean at ten-ish changed my absolute entire existence completely and totally. That - THAT - is what I wanted to be. I loved POTC so much I wrote pages and pages of self-indulgent fanfic, before I discovered the existence of fic on deviantart (in search of yet more of POTC beyond my well-worn DVD set).

Seriously, are you me? What WAS it about that movie. It can’t have been all the Lion primary stuff, because I really don’t think you’re a Lion primary.

I love to cook. Say, I ordered the shopping and the chicken arrives, but it’s skin-on bone-in thighs, not the fillets I ordered. Immediately I pull up a database of skin-on bone-in thighs in my head, and I see if the ingredients I have can be made into a dish. No? OK, what’s the expiry on the ingredients I have. What can I make today that will satisfy the household, whilst using up the stuff I bought that will spoil soon? Curry? Soup? Ah, tacos! I can freeze the chicken (which goes into the mental database as something I have stocked for when I do want skin-on bone-in chicken), and use the other ingredients to make taco filling, and finally use up those tacos in the cupboard that have been sat there for an age. Ahh. A win-win, no losses. My favourite type of win.

Bird, bird, bird, bird. Rapid-fire Bird secondary.

This may sound irrelevant, but this is why I hate stuff like maths. In maths problems, you can’t use the numbers you have to hand. You have to find new numbers. OK, where? Well, you have to use the pre-existing methods to find the numbers you need. OK, but what if I don’t know the pre-existing methods? Or, what if I know one, but it’s not complete? Can’t I use what I know from working out half the problem to put together the pieces for the rest? NOPE, and you also fail the WHOLE question, because if you don’t use pre-existing method 9.0 AB345 then you show you haven’t understood the question and you FAIL. At this point I tear up my paper into shreds and eat them like a hamster. Then I go into English and study stuff that makes sense, like the equal weight of context and content, because only a sociopath believes in rigid, unequivocal methods.

I’m a humanities teacher, not a math teacher, so I’m going to do my best to understand and re-phrase your problem. I think you’re bothered by the fact that you’re being forced to use a specific method, instead of coming at it sideways in the way it makes sense for you (because of course you’re right, there are so many ways to solve any math problem) you have to follow a very rigid series of steps. (Half of which seems unnecessary because your brain just does that.) All that tells me is that you weren’t taught math in the right way.

This love of English and interest in the “equal weight of context and content” does speak to kind of a love of social engineering, that absolutely seems to come out in the way you deal with people.

When I’m making a difficult decision, first I consult my ethics. What is the most correct principle that my belief system tells me fits this case? Like a lawyer choosing the exact precedent for their case, this isn’t always a straightforward decision. I have to sift through competing belief systems in order to align with the right one - perhaps in order, it would go; religion> basic moral compass> rules I have written for myself.

You wrote a flow chart. You’re a Bird primary.

Usually, the correct principle is one that melds with my sense of self-preservation, my morality, the objective truth (or…subjective in my case, as I’ve decided my religion is the baseline of morality, but as that is as deep as my lifeblood I don’t tamper with that.) I would also consult internal systems to make sure I am landing on a decision that takes myself into account, so I can carry out the principle without breaking my back.

That’s good to hear, especially because your built System seems pretty Badger-flavored (focus on community and community beliefs) and as we know, leaving yourself out of your assessment of the situation is absolutely a Badger primary tendency.

Once I’ve done this, my mind is pretty set, and execution is the stuff I have to chew through next. I sometimes have red flags for certain decisions I make depending on the topic - this can be a person, for example I trust X with nearly everything, but I know not to trust them when making a decision on Y. These notes that I’ve made are very sound and I nearly always lose if I go against them - usually when I’m in a weaker mental or emotional state and my systems are blurry and grey-er.

Bird primaries are still very much people, and this ^ is a good example of the way they DON’T follow their own System all the time. But they still want to, and following the system makes them feel strong and safe, and that’s what makes them Bird primaries.

This is probably why I’m bad at giving specific examples for things - or job interviews! My reasoning is so subjective to myself I feel dishonourable to use my decision-making process as a standard for a situation. My reasoning and ethics are tailored to a set of situations, and those situations in the set may not resemble each other at all. I am the constant. So….maybe don’t rely on what I did off one data point?

It’s unethical to give an example, because that’s only one (inherently flawed) data point, and the only correct thing would be to give me ALL the data points.

I kinda think that *only* a Double Bird could have written that? Am I wrong?

In my favorite fantasy, I am a survivor in a commune/closed community/fiefdom situation in a post-apocalyptic/high-stakes scenario that survives on my intellect, charm and ability to adapt to my situation. Within the commune is a peaceful community well protected by the walls, and I am a soldier/town librarian that keeps the people safe whilst cultivating a beautiful space to live inside the commune and protecting the innocent who come to our door, often making tough decisions where other people fail. The horrors of the world wax and wane outside the walls - we are making our own place out of beauty and love for humanity, and we stay strong. The travels and missions and relationships I have outside of the commune keep me grounded in reality and add a spark of adventure to my life.

The fantasy is to have a closed system that you take care of (VERY Badger-flavored Bird) and you take care of it by making the tough, correct calls - which you so by using your skills, your social engineering, and your ability to pivot. (Very Rapid-fire bird.)

Seriously, if you don’t watch Star Trek TNG, watch TNG. You’d really vibe with Picard.

When I saw about what character do you really identify with… Man, this is gonna sound like such an ego trip, but - Gandalf, from the Lord of the Rings. Gandalf is a merry wizard, who travels Middle Earth making friendships with people he’s not supposed to be friends with and making trouble. He can be awkward, cryptic, naive, belligerent, put his foot in it, storm off and have a temper. He can also be wise, generous, deeply human, see everybody on the same level and lead his fellow creatures out of very dark places. He isn’t forgiven easily for his mistakes - the stakes are high, and when he slips up (like in the mines, like when he trusts Saruman, when he is unable to prevent Faramir from riding to battle…) there are consequences that hurt him. He also isn’t afraid to lie or garnish the truth to get what he needs - but his desires are rarely purely for his own benefit.

Okay. Gandalf is *very* powerful, and he’s very capable, and knowledgable. He’s a Bird secondary fantasy. Communities value and love him, but he’s not part of a community himself (this was also the case with the apocalyptic fiefdom scenario.) So the fantasy is not the community, the fantasy is protecting the community. Which would make me double down on Badger-flavored-Bird rather than actual Badger. If the Bird primary hadn’t already been like, really really obvious.

What makes me feel powerful? Being able to, out of pure cunning, publicly present the unarguable facts with the sheer power of moral force, and win - that’s the stuff. And I don’t just mean public speaking, or sitting at the table and making the final, right decision. I mean wearing a pretty dress and knowing you are having exactly the effect you desired to have. It’s being seen, and then being celebrated, whilst you are in control.

You’re low-key using Snake secondary language (”cunning”) but the fantasy here is so Bird. ‘I want to have SO much information, and judge the space I’m going into so well, that I can go in and have *exactly* the effect I want… and KNOW I’m having the effect I want, in the moment.

#double bird #bird primary #bird secondary #rapid fire bird #actor bird #sortme #shc #sortinghatchats #wisteria sorts

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maluarty-blog · 4 months

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Can you share some facts about the ROs from Behind your eyes? You made me curious with the one from What lies in the past!

DANTE:

He's 22 years old.

He likes to play the flute, long travels, and making charms.

He tends to be friendly and a little hot-headed. If romanced, his love language will be quality time and gift giving, always giving Mc the most pretty charms that he made and his complete and whole affection.

He's a fire elementalist. He doesn't like to be touched by people he's not close to. He has a burn covering his arm up to his neck. Has an older sister.

He uses smoke bombs and his fire magic to fight and he's responsible for brewing potions and certain items for the group.

If Mc's hellcompanion is a bird or a serpent, He'll have more interactions with them.

IARA:

She's 26 years old.

Iara is a former guard. Partially blind in one eye. She tends to be observant, calculating and cooperative. If romanced, she'll have quality time and acts of service as her love language. She'll love to spend days in the forest with MC and protecting and loving them too.

She likes plants and nature in general.

Her weapons are a whip, and she's responsible for the security and for the guild's strategies.

If Mc's hellcompanion is a rodent or a canine, she'll have more interactions with them.

LEON:

He's 24 years old

Leon is religious, lived and studied in church (of a fictional religion), he likes reading, and birds. He tends to be quiet, friendly and strategic, with a leadership spirit that he sometimes struggles to maintain. If romanced, he'll love to shower MC with compliments and acts of affection when he can. His love language is physical touch and words of affirmation.

He likes birds and would love to have a crow.

His weapon is a shield and he does most of the contact work and organises the investigations and plans.

If mc's hellcompanion is a bird, he'll have more interactions with them.

LEVI:

They're 24 years old.

Levi tends to be "chaotic-evil", with a fondness for making people annoyed.

They tend to be sarcastic, stubborn and honest. If romanced they will love physical contact with mc, always taking them on their lap or vice versa, and touching them often. Their love language is touch and acts of service.

Their weapons are blades and they take care of the cooking.

Levi likes singing, cooking, dogs (big ones because they don't like the tiny ones), tight clothes (but not too tight), sculpting in clay, stone or plaster animals, mostly dogs.

They once had a dog called Cinnamon.

If Mc's hellcompanion is a dog, they'll have more interactions with them.

MATHEUS:

He's 20 years old.

He likes drawing, books and talking to others. He's very friendly and well-liked in the towns he passes through as a hunter. Likes cats and plants.

His weapon is a crossbow and he looks, mainly, after the group's armory.

He tends to be sweet, friendly and perceptive. If romanced, his love language will be physical touch and words of affirmation. Loving to talk to Mc about day-to-day things while cuddling together and filling Mc with words of encouragement and compliments.

If Mc's hellcompanion is a feline, he'll have more interactions with them.

SIENA:

She's 22 years old.

She likes to gossip (especially with Matheus), clothes that are traditionally masculine make her feel more comfortable.

Her weapon is a spear and she takes care of the hunting, she collects herbs and other ingredients from the wild too, mostly alone but somethimes with help from another companions.

Has two older brothers.

She tends to be a jokester, pragmatic and intelligent. If romanced, she'll love teasing mc and spoiling them. Love language is gift giving and acts of service.

If Mc's hellcompanion is a canine or a serpent, she'll have more interactions with them.

#twine wip

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stewardofningishzida · 1 year

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Dr. Strange Meta-Fic Sequel!

PEOPLE! The Meta-Fic is back and strong as ever. So, here’s Chapter 1 of the sequel. Thanks to Trix, Tear, and PrettyWitch for sticking with us! Have fun and enjoy, everyone! TRIGGER WARNING: Cryptids, mention of blood, some horror elements, panic attack mention, language

Chapter 1: Lingering Fragments

*It’s been 5 months since Stephen left. The world remained unaware of his visit, although strange sightings were constantly reported in the news. A glowing baby, a dodo bird, and HD photos of Bigfoot, to name a few. At first, we dismissed them as AI-generated images or possible side effects coming from the rift that Stephen and Wong had closed, but the latest picture of a chupacabra taken only 4 hours away from our town was too uncanny to ignore. I text the group.*

Me (text): Hey…There’s been a lot going on and I don’t think we can ignore it anymore. Should we try to check this chupacabra thing out and make sure nothing majorly wrong is happening? I know it’s kinda far, but it’s closer than anything else reported. What do you guys think?

Tear (text): It would be nice to confirm if this is all just more proof that AI is a curse, but I have to point out that there’s also the possibility that it could be real. If we do choose to go, we’ll need a plan for every single eventuality. I really don’t want a repeat of the mines.

Trix (text): No one needs a repeat of the mines.

PrettyWitch (text): I think we should go. I’ve been having weird flashes of some kind of monster lately, so it might not be such a bad idea.

Me (text): Agreed. I would like to not be caught off-guard and have one or more of us nearly killed. Wait…Weird flashes, PrettyWitch? Like visions or something? You’re sure it’s not just nightmares from the weird news stories?

PrettyWitch (text): Maybe…I mean, I have been watching a lot of BBC Sci-fi and post-apocalyptic shows recently.

Me (text): Hm. Well…How vivid are these flashes and do they all have the same monster in them? Like, describe these flashes. At this rate, we should probably figure it out and confirm whether or not these ARE visions.

PrettyWitch (text): Well, they usually start as an image that I swear I’ve seen before, almost like I’m having deja vu. Problem is, they’ve been coming more often and in weird ways. For example, sometimes I’ll feel off, like my body is reacting to this intense aura or something and then a few days later, something happens. It’s not always bad, but it’s been happening a lot recently. My mom’s even worried that something may be wrong with me. What’s funnier is that I’ve been seeing flashes of this monster whenever it happens, and the real kicker…I feel like I predicted we’d be having this conversation in a dream I don’t remember. In fact, I’m getting a sense of deja vu right now!

Me (text): Weird…Also, seriously? Erm…Okay then. If this is what’s going on, taking into account everything else happening, then I suppose that these really might be visions. Man…So much for the rifts being closed. If we find that chupacabra during our search, then that all but confirms that they’re still open and actively spilling magical energy into our universe. Which monster do you keep seeing, by the way?

Tear (text): Wong personally assured us he had closed them, though. With both him and Stephen gone, there shouldn’t have been any magical signatures luring other beings and monsters into our reality…

Trix (text): These might not be from their universe but another one and that’s why we haven’t heard from them.

PrettyWitch (text): I keep seeing this dog-like creature. But its body is…longer than a dog’s would be. And it has these long, sharp claws and inhuman eyes.

Me (text): Hmm…Well, Wong kinda said that the rifts would close on their own over time. However, according to him, sorcerers traveling through the multiverse don’t usually stay longer than 24 hours. Stephen was here for 2 weeks. Even Wong said that it was unprecedented. So, maybe the rifts are still closing or got torn open more because Stephen was stuck here for way too long? Not sure. As for the monster in the visions, that might be our beast. If we find it. What do you think, guys? Recon mission?

PrettyWitch (text): Yeah. I’m all for that.

Trix (text): I volunteer to be base camp!

Tear (text): …Guess there’s no helping it, then.

Me (text): Okay. Meet me in my driveway on Saturday. If any of you have trail cameras, bring them. We’ll also need plenty of water, sunscreen, and tough clothing that ventilates well so nobody gets overheated. We also need a cooler. I’m making a stop by the specialty butcher shop. If it really is a chupacabra, we’ll need fresh goat blood. That’s the only place I can think of to get it. Maybe a few cups or small bowls to place in front of the cameras too. That should work. I’m hoping the thing doesn’t notice us and get aggressive. If so, then the last things we may need are some baseball bats or any other weapons to get it off of us. However, seeing as we aren’t Stephen and Wong, let’s try not to get noticed and shredded. See you guys this weekend, Saturday morning. I’ll get ready and wait by the car.

PrettyWitch (text): Okay, but where are we gonna find fresh goat’s blood again?

Me (text): The halal butcher shop downtown. They sell goat meat there. The local Indian restaurant nearby makes an amazing goat curry. Anyway…Since the butchers process the meat, they should also have the blood.

PrettyWitch (text): Oh okay.

Tear (text): Saturday it is, then. Be sure to bring as much protection as you can think of. Chupacabras have never attacked human beings, they usually prefer to creep and stalk only, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Trix (text): At least it isn’t vampires.

*After a few days of work and gathering materials, I grab the cooler from my garage, some bottles of water, a bottle of sunscreen, and various other supplies. After putting them in the trunk, I wait for the group. Tear is the first one to arrive.*

Me: Hey, Tear. Got as many supplies as I could. Also found some of my old spare fencing armor. It has a protective layer of kevlar sewn onto it. So, it might come in handy. It’s hot, though. So, better to only put it on if things get really hairy.

Tear: That sounds like a great idea. I asked my dad to lend me some of his tools and made these. *I pull from my trunk two baseball bats with long, thick nails hammered on their top end* I’ve watched enough zombie and horror shows to know they come in handy. Let’s just keep them hidden in case there are any road patrols… Oh! I also brought a few dog bite sleeves my uncle still kept after his stint as a trainer.

Me: Good stuff. Yeah…That stays in the trunk under the spare tire so it doesn’t look sketchy. Okay. Let’s think…Anything else? Still have to wait for the others to arrive.

*PrettyWitch is the next to arrive.*

Prettywitch: I’ve brought a couple of sleeping bags and a tent in case we need to camp out for the night. Oooh!!! I also brought some Hershey’s s'more packs if we want something sweet for later. And I think I’ve got an Aero brand in here, too. And…a few books to read and some pen and paper for jotting notes on.

Me: Awesome!

*Trix arrives last.*

Trix: Sorry I’m late! Let’s get this started.

*Once we’ve packed everything into the car, we’re off. It’s going to be a long drive into the desert.*

Me: Everyone feeling okay still? How are the nerves? Oh! Butcher. Just a sec.

*I make the side stop to the butcher shop for the goat blood. Trix and the others follow me in out of curiosity. There are some tasty imported treats that we can buy there anyway. The shopkeeper’s husband, Mr. Singh, is a recent immigrant. So, his English is spotty at best. He hangs back most of the time and talks to his wife in Punjabi.*

Mr. Singh (in Punjabi to his wife as he goes to get my order): Goat’s blood? What kind of request is that? At least we recently processed some of the livestock…

*Trix frowns as she hears Mr Singh loud and clear compared to when he just recently talked to a customer hesitantly. She assumes he’s just shy and prefers to stay in the back but doesn’t note it as particularly odd.*

Me (noticing her expression): Something up, Trix?

Trix: I don’t think so. But it looks like they have the goat blood for us. *Nods her head at Mr Singh discreetly.*

Me (oblivious): All right. I suppose I’ll go pay.

*Things go without any additional hitches. Though I do notice that Trix looks a bit confused. I didn’t notice anything different. Mr. Singh always chats with his wife while working. Though I have no clue what he’s saying.*

*Trix just frowns at a sudden headache and decides to just follow the others.*

*After a few hours, we arrive at the suspected site, a spot with limited pasture that is a few minutes away from the nearest farm.*

Me: Okay. So, first thing’s first. Let’s lay low, keep quiet, and stay together. Our first objective is to scope out some potentially good areas to place trail cams. Here. We can use my binoculars. *I offer them.*

Tear: I think we should hone our cover story in case we run into anyone else. The press might be concentrating on stalking the farmers and locals, but the cryptid hunters might also be trying to make their way out here for their own investigations.

Me: If anyone asks, then we’re wildlife biologists looking to see any potential predators causing problems. That includes diseased coyotes and such.

Tear: *I hum in agreement* Mange is a rather nasty disease.

Me: Yep. The really bad cases often end up in wildlife rehab centers for a while. Also, in case anyone gets suspicious, I can just blab some ecological jargon. I still remember quite a bit from back when I was an environmental science major. Just smile and nod. Maybe point at a plant or animal and ask what it is and I’ll start talking about it. That way, it makes us look like just a group of grad students.

Trix: Just smile and wave friends, smile and wave. *She can’t help but meme at a time like this*

*I smirk at the joke.*

PrettyWitch: Sweet! I can pretend I didn’t graduate with a useless degree!

Tear: Alright, should be easy enough to fake. Let’s get this done quickly then before the heat gets to us. If we hurry, we can then nap until sundown so that we can spend the night surveilling our footage.

Me: Onward, then. *I put some sunscreen on and sling my backpack onto my back while also picking up the cooler full of blood.*

*We start looking around for any viable camera placement areas. Any place we think might work gets a camera either strapped to a shrub or tied to a stake hammered into the ground. I place a small cup of goat blood in front of each camera.*

Me: That way, the sun’s heat warms it up and the smell can start to waft around. Should tempt the thing more. Whatever it may be. Anyone see any potential issues with anything set up here?

Trix: Besides being outside? *Makes a face but is clearly joking at least a little bit.*

Tear: Other than attracting every animal that scavenges for carrion? We’re gonna have a long night ahead of us…

PrettyWitch: Oh yeah…Not to mention all the bugs and stuff that’s gonna try and eat us alive.

Me: Will help to rule anything else out, I guess? Most stuff doesn’t usually go for blood only. So, since there’s no meat, maybe they’ll just cruise by or sniff. If this IS a chupacabra, then they’ll really want that blood. Ergh, yeah…I’m kinda glad I picked up some canned coffee. Triple shot espresso. That should do the trick. Heh…I don’t have a problem at all! *I half-joke. Admittedly, I’m quite dependent on caffeine. More than once, I’ve been caught bouncing off the walls after several cups of tea or coffee.* We should take turns watching the cameras and surroundings. That way, nothing can catch us by surprise. Who wants to do the first shift camera and who wants to be the first sentry watching our surroundings? That way, 2 of us rest and 2 of us are active at any given time. *I think for a moment.* Ehh…I can do sentry duty for the first shift since I was the one who had us all come out here. Just need one other person to cover the camera footage. Sound fair?

Prettywitch: Sure. I’ll be the first camera watcher, then. I wanna see if I was right or not.

Me: All right. Tear, Trix, you guys can rest for now. We’ll wake you up either if something happens or our shifts end. Deal?

Tear: Deal. Just remember not to charge in and go investigate on your own if anything does happen. Wake us all first.

Trix: I absolutely will not be running towards any monsters.

Me: I’ll be careful. Not liking the idea of getting jumped by anything in the dark. If any of us sees anything, we’ll holler to wake the others. I’ll patrol our campsite with my machete. I carry it in my hiking bag anyway to help cut small branches for kindling. Can wear my fencing jacket to protect my torso. In the dark, it looks enough like a normal coat for people not to notice. The kevlar in it should make sure nothing can get to me too easily. Let’s set up camp and then Tear and Trix can get some sleep.

*We set up the tent out of sight of the road and farm so we’re harder to spot. I put a few of my old field guides, a calculator, and a notebook in the tent just in case someone comes around and starts asking questions.*

Me: Again, if anyone asks, we’re wildlife biologists. Good?

Tear: *I nod.* Don’t wander off too far.

Me: I’ll be sticking to the perimeter of camp. If I get too close to any of the bait or cameras, it might not show up. So, I’m not going to disturb them. *I open the canned coffee and drink it.* There’s more if you guys want it. I bought 4 cans.

*When night falls, I hand PrettyWitch the phone with the camera feed, put on my gear, grab the machete, and head out while Tear and Trix settle down to sleep. I’m very quiet with only the soft padding of my footsteps to be faintly heard.*

Prettywitch: *Is currently walking around with a camera in one hand, and a bottle of pepper spray in the other. The whole time she’s thinking she’s glad she never saw “Blair Witch” or she’d be even more freaked out than she is now. Pulls out her phone to text Steward.* Hey; I just remembered I didn’t have time to research Chupacabras before we got here. What am I supposed to be looking for, exactly? Not appearance wise, just more like signs to look out for.

*I text PrettyWitch back*

Me (text): Chupacabras go for blood as a main food source. So, if the thing starts eating or licking up the blood from the cups, that might be a sign. Also, if you hear animals screaming from the farm, it might be an ongoing attack. They mutilate livestock. I put the cups of blood right in front of the cameras as bait. So, hopefully the cameras will show it coming over to feed. I can hear your footsteps, by the way. You don’t have to patrol. It’s just a wireless camera feed on the phone. That way, it’s easier on you and you can concentrate on the screen.

PrettyWitch (text): Alright. But I’m keeping the pepper spray with me!

*The first shift passes fairly uneventfully. So far, only a curious opossum has come by to sniff at the bait. I head back towards the tent to wake up Trix and Tear so we can switch shifts. However, I hear PrettyWitch call us.*

Prettywitch: Uh…Guys! You might wanna come see this.

Me: Huh? *I hurry up and get over there.*

Tear: *I wake up and blearily look at the time in my phone’s screen before shoving at Trix next to me* I think that’s our cue to change shifts… *I yawn and clamber out of my sleeping bag, instantly missing its warmth*

Trix: “Please tell me that nothing has happened.”

PrettyWitch: Well, that’s what I’d love to tell but, um…Yeah… *She holds the camera to Steward so she can see the footage.*

*I look at the camera feed and my expression gets more and more shocked as I watch.*

Me (quietly): Oh shit…That’s not good. That is REALLY not good…

*I try to text Stephen again. Though I know that it most likely won’t work. It certainly hasn’t worked the other times I’ve tried.*

Me (text, to Stephen’s phone): We have a problem. If you ever get this message, please help.

*The same red exclamation point shows up as usual. I curse under my breath. Then, I look back at the camera. There’s…something…staring right back at us. It isn’t just looking at the bait or the camera. It seems like the thing is looking directly at US. The creature has a dog-like face with eerie, blank eyes. Its frame appears to be a hunched-over humanoid with spines along its back. Not to mention the long claws at the ends of thin, skeletal fingers. There is an uncanny sort of intelligence in its gaze. I can feel a chill running down my spine.*

Tear: *Peeking through the flap of our tent, I see you huddled over the phone and look back at Trix.* Looks like we did get something… *We move over closer so that we can look at the footage over PrettyWitch’s shoulders and my blood instantly chills* That, my loves, is no mangy dog…

Trix: Welp. That’s a big fat nope from me.

PrettyWitch: Yeah. Same.

Me (mouthing this silently at the group): What the hell are we supposed to do now?

*I take several screenshots to save as more evidence. In the time that I do that and the files save, the creature has disappeared. We hear a faint rustling near the camp. It’s dead silent. Now, not even the crickets are chirping. I give the group a look. I know EXACTLY what’s going on. This is the very same silence that I encountered that day I was stalked by a mountain lion while hiking a few years back. I know precisely what it’s doing.*

Trix (Absolutely about to have a panic attack): We let it have the goat blood and call park rangers to helicopter us the fuck out of here. That or we pull off a miracle and do Stephen things out of nowhere.

*Since this isn’t any state or national parkland, we don’t have that option. So, I quietly gather my friends close to me and clutch my machete tightly, ready to defend us if needed. When I hear more rustling close by, I turn on a flashlight and aim it at the nearby scraggly shrubs in an effort to deter it.*

Me (growling): Fuck. Off. *I’m in defensive mode right now.*

Tear: Nope, staring it down is not gonna work. *I grab at Steward’s shoulder and pull the entire group back into the tent before zipping the flap back closed.* We need lights and tons of music. Loud music. Make it believe there’s more of us here than there is and it won’t dare to approach.

Trix (actively sobbing): We better not be the next Blair Witch project or I am gonna haunt the shit out of all of you.

Tear: *I give Trix a small smile, as shaky as it is, trying to comfort her.* It might stalk around a bit, but Chupacabras have never attacked people before. Damn, it is ugly though.

PrettyWitch: Tell me about it!

Me (quickly to resolve the situation): Okay. Radios and phones on, people. *I turn on the portable radio to blast some rock music. “Helter Skelter” by The Beatles blares from the speakers.*

*Trix is still sobbing but follows the instructions.*

Tear: *I open Spotify and set up a podcast before moving our belongings into vaguely shaped lumps to cast shadows over the tent walls* Different voices means more people, right? If any humans come to ask, we just thought it was a good idea to bring booze to our research trip.

Me (pretend whining, though just to add to the noise and make it sound like we’re a group of research students): Guys…Our PI is gonna kill us! We gotta keep it down! *I’m playing along while also watching for any signs of more trouble. Meanwhile, I help Tear move a few more items to make more convincing silhouettes.*

Tear: Has it looped back to any of the cameras yet?

*PrettyWitch checks the cameras, the tension still high.*

PrettyWitch: *Shakes her head* Doesn’t look like it.

Tear: Shoot, it must still be over on this side then… *I take in the inside of our tent* Trix, the flap on the window next to you keeps coming off the velcro. Can you keep it fixed somehow?

*Trix tries to help but is shaking a bit too much to keep a hold of things. As she digs through our supplies for some tape, she drops her flashlight and it startles her for a moment before she picks it up. She looks up to find the Chupacabra staring at her through the uncovered slit of the mesh window. It is sitting less than a foot away, close enough that our light reflects off its white eyes. Its sharp teeth are on full display due to what we can now see is a terrifying lack of lips. Trix screams.*

***To be continued***

#doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange #doctor strange meta fic #doctor stephen strange #sequel #dr stephen strange #multi author

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dreamerslovechaos · 1 year

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15 Mutuals 15 Questions!

Thank you so much to @bee-notes for tagging me!! I had a blast answering these questions!

No Pressure Taglist: @assorted-bean @mewsporridge @collector-of-fishes-souls @pinkhairandpronouns @astralunar @abiquail05 @villalunae @winterbear04 @aonogitsune @friendofthecrows @quails-and-whales @anxiousescapis @bird-bird-bird-bird @atombombtom @roachhman

Feel free to skip a few questions if you want!! No pressure at all, just a way to get to know y’all more :”)

Were you named after anyone?

No, I wasn’t! My first name was chosen by my mom and grandfather because they liked the way it sounded, and my middle name was chosen by my dad. Fun fact, my name translates to “Purity in Artistry”, which is a very rad and on-brand choice if I say so myself.

When was the last time you cried?

Hmm, probably day before yesterday? The past couple days have been sort of rough on me ngl

Do you have kids?

No, and I plan on keeping it that way. As much as I love kids and value them highly, I don’t think I’d be a very good parent for a variety of reasons.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yep. Mostly absurdist sarcasm. A lot of people have trouble understanding my sense of humour and tonal shifts. I like to be as weird as possible but I always underline it all with a stark deadpan tone.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hm, probably their hair? It’s always so interesting to see how someone’s natural hair and sense of style is reflective of their personality.

What’s your eye color?

Their chicory coloured orbs stared into my soul, speckled with streaks of g-

Nah, I’m kidding. They’re dark brown, so dark as to be mistaken for black. I’m rather proud of them.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I like bittersweetness. I like to be reminded that a story does not end, per se, due to its very nature as a story that can be re-experienced. All my favourite endings of all time deny the listeners/readers/watchers the catharsis of conclusion.

All that to say I don’t really mind any ending as long as it’s thematic, lol. Depends on what kind of story we’re talking about.

Any special talents?

Hmmmm not really anything special? I suppose my writing stands out as a skill, and so does my aptitude for public speaking. That’s about it. I’ve been meaning to learn more.

Where were you born?

I was born in a semi-metropolitan town in Tamil Nadu. It’s a really nice place, not very far off from my hometown.

What are your hobbies?

I like to read, write, sing sometimes? I used to play the guitar but I fell out of practice. Been meaning to pick it up again. Oh, and crochet! I recently learnt how to crochet and it’s been suuuuper fun.

Have any pets?

I’ve never been able to have a pet of my own because we kept moving very often, but my grandfather has a dog named Mothy! He’s a very hyperactive and exciteable boi. I love him a lot.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to play badminton back in school, and I was rather good at throwball too, but then I lost practice. I’m really out of shape and exercise due to a variety of reasons, lol. I’m gonna pick it back up when I go to college, hopefully.

How tall are you?

171 centimetres! That would be uhh 5′7′‘?

I’m the tallest of my friend group which is something that I love to hold over them. Not like they can reach it anyway.

Favorite subject in school?

English! This comes as absolutely no surprise to anyone who has even a passing familiarity with me. I love to read and I love to write, and I love to interpret and re-interpret and see people try to comprehend new pieces of text! I like to consume media scientifically, by surgically analyzing it piece by piece. I owe a lot of that to the hours I spent arguing with my teachers (and later my friends) about media interpretations.

Dream job?

I’ve always wanted to be able to work in film, in writing scripts and maybe even directing? I’ve been meaning to start off small, maybe do a few youtube videos here and there. I’m in the process of writing a few video essays actually! Who knows, maybe now that I’m in college I can finally make it work out...?

#tag game

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kevin--of-desert-bluffs · 1 year

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WTNV quick rundown - 72 - Well of night

Oof the novel took a while, but we're back!

Kill it with kindness. And if that fails, kill it with sharps sticks or knives. Welcome to Night Vale.

Cecil was kept awake all night by a group of people chanting something he can't really remember at first. Carlos had no such problem, as he's apparently able to sleep through anything.

Turns out the chanting was coming from people who, looking into a light which comes from a new 'old' well that suddenly appeared, lose their hair and eyes and start chanting 'Well of Night' whilst ritualistically dancing. Cecil can't tell the difference between ritual dancing and calisthenics.

Turns out that people's eyes cover with skin and their hair literally retreats into the skull when affected, as more and more people are, including Cecil. He goes to look into the well so he can 'see everything' chanting 'Well of Night, Well of Life' over and over.

He is welcomed into the circle of chanting, bald and eyeless people, despite his worries that he was out of practice as it's been years since he was unwillingly inducted into a cult. Someone draws blood from his neck and everyone cheers. They chant and dance together, then someone turns into a bird-like furry creature, which they follow down into the well. Cecil enjoyed his time with them, feeling a sense of love and acceptance, but he woke up with his hair and eyes back in his studio without any rhyme or reason. The 'old' well disappears, leaving only a fleshy lump in the sand.

Weather: "Children of God" by Andrew Jackson Jihad http://andrewjacksonjihad.com

Today Cecil was wearing cat ears, a black plastic poncho and orange galoshes (or they could be yellow and not his own orange galoshes, he can't tell because the lighting in the studio is weird).

The staff of Dark Owl Records are holding a seánce to reach the ghost of Taylor Swift. They'll be lighting candles and holding hands and playing Swift's newest album, 1879, which was named after the year she was born into a human body for the 15th time. Michelle wants to ask her what kind of music was good back then so she can find music nobody else is into any more. Also to trash talk Emile Berliner, Swift's ex, because he totally stole her idea for the grammophone.

The NV Community Players are holding auditions for their production of David Mamet's 'Oleanna'. Director Shaundra Richardson plans to remove all of the words and stage directions, instead having a stage full of actors juggling and/or eating things like candles, fruit and rodents.

'Saturday is already over before it's even begun. Where does the time go? That's not even a metaphor. This coming Saturday ended weeks ago, and no one knows where it went or why.'

Deb is advertising for Joann's Fabrics, which apparently sells back to school supplies. Uniforms, falconry supplies, that kind of thing. She is irritated by Cecil everytime he tries to join in. A mysterious voice joins in the promotion, scaring Deb away.

Stay tuned next for less of what you once were but more of what you think you are. Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Proverb: When someone says "I'm a dog person," I always reply "Yeah? Well, I'm a lizard person." And then I peel off my face.

#wtnv #wtnv quick rundown #wtnv ep 72 #welcome to night vale

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glassesfreekjr · 2 years

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wrote a thing

So I had a scenario in need of an AU to slot it in, and @starry-blue-echoes Dual Trip AU worked the best for that purpose.

“What if Iggy discovered the secret of The World instead of Kakyoin?”

CW: Character Death

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Picture the following:

The battle in the streets of Cairo is in full swing. Joseph & Kakyoin’s automobile has crashed due to the common malfunction of having a US Senator thrown into it (hate it when that happens). Noriaki Kakyoin is slower to come up with a plan to oust The World’s secret, since he is preoccupied with cradling a small dog in his arms.

The mutt is barely breathing at this point. There was no time to put him somewhere safe, like in the care of that boy who pulled him from the river. Too much risk. But abandoning Iggy to suffocate on his own pierced lungs would be heartless. And the look in the dog’s tired eyes tells Kakyoin intimately that he would not let himself be left behind.

Iggy is willing to die for them, realizes Kakyoin in a moment of sickening clarity. The same dog who had played them all like fools — hopping between groups when it suited him, helping Kakyoin, Jotaro, and Polnareff out before ditching them without a care. At times, the one thing seperating Joseph from finding his grandson had been Iggy’s unwillingness to communicate.

Perhaps if the crusaders’ faith in Iggy hadn’t been shaken so thoroughly, Kakyoin wouldn’t have gotten his eyes almost scratched out by a weird bird, he mused absently. Perhaps then he could have squared off against the younger D’Arby brother instead of Polnareff. He was better at video games.

Kakyoin knows for certain that Mohammed Abdul would still be with them if not for his own weakness. But Iggy’s aura is a wretched cocktail of self-loathing and guilt. The dog clearly believes otherwise.

(Abdul died wishing to save his companions. Both JoJos wish to save the life of Holy Kujo. Polnareff is unwilling to let others die for him. Iggy is willing to die. Kakyoin is unwilling to let him. What fools they all were.

In DIO’s world, wills and well-wishes amount to nothing.)

In an instance where DIO teleports from one place to the next, Kakyoin sees the moment Iggy realizes something vital and sniffs to confirm it. A canine’s nose has always been their most important asset.

They approach the banks of the Nile River that runs through Cairo. Joseph and Kakyoin are halfway through setting up the perfect conditions for the three of them to deduce DIO’s true power. Nearby, Iggy lays hidden and observes as the vampire calmly lands in their unfinished trap with arms crossed, and begins to gloat.

Iggy blinks. DIO remains where he is, but between one instant and the next, his scent trail smeared, as though stretched thin by a black hole’s gravity, down to the waterfront and back. Joseph sees the fishing boat hurling towards Kakyoin a half-second too late. It tears through Hierophant Green’s webbing to be ripped to shreds by an omnidirectional Emerald Splash, but wood shrapnel still peppers Kakyoin’s body and he falls from the sky.

A sandy breeze blows. Iggy’s soul moves on its own — it had no choice but to move. But DIO moves faster.

He smugly repositions himself behind the small dog to wait for the flow of time to reassert itself, for that brief flicker of horror. Then, just like that boy a century ago who leapt from a high-class carriage, Dio Brando punts Iggy across the banks of the Nile. He skids atop the water once; twice like a skipping stone. On a passing luxury steamboat, the open-flame oven of an onboard restaraunt greets him like a catcher’s mit. GOAL!

Devoid of context, it would be fucking hilarious. DIO certainly finds it funny. He brushes sand from his clothing and thinks nothing of where it came from, or what its measurements have proven.

Against all odds, Noriaki Kakyoin still finds his fall cushioned by sand. The Fool is screaming radio static and hellfire. It torturously desolves and reforms over and over again, scrabbling for every inch of life it can. It embraces Kakyoin in unfiltered desperation.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I messed up. I took everything for granted. I kept everyone apart. I don’t know where dogs go when they die. I wasted every second of my life. I’m sorry. I kept everyone apart and that killed Abdul. Please forgive me. Please, figure it out. I don’t want you all to die. I don’t want this to be my fault. I never wanted to care about you. How dare you make me care. I’m sorry. Please, figure it out. I love you. Please.

Then it dawns on Kakyoin that The Fool is trying to form a sundial. A sundial with a sculpted crack running down the middle. He understands immediately.

All that's left for him to do is caress The Fool’s face softly and whisper “good boy.”

It is the first and last time Iggy is called a good boy in his life, and it fills him with pride. That... that wasn’t so bad. Huh.

He drifts away.

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omfg i almost fucking cried writing this

i am a grown man wtf

#JJBA #jojos bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #sdc #jjba part 3 #iggy #jjba iggy #kakyoin #jjba kakyoin #dio brando #jjba dio #joseph joestar #jjba joseph #hierophant green #the fool #za warudo #what-if #dual trip #starry-blue-echoes

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Wednesday, August 28th, 2024.

What type of milk do you like to drink? I don't normally drink milk by itself, but if I was going to drink plain milk, then it would be whole.

Do you have a first aid kit at home? I don't.

What’s the absolute bare minimum in terms of facilities when you’re camping? As someone who used to do a lot of backpacking, I don't require any facilities. I'm even cool with cowboy camping (in a sleeping bag right under the stars) if the weather is nice enough.

How many places have you lived in your life? As far as states go, I've lived in Louisiana and Colorado. In Colorado, I've lived in a house, an apartment, and two duplexes.

Are your parents dog or cat people? Is that different or the same as you? My dad is more of a cat person. He's somewhat fearful of dogs. I think my mom is more of a cat person as well. She lives with a roommate and they have four cats and two dogs, but I believe the dogs belong to the roommate and are not her preference.

What’s your favourite flavour of potato chip? It's so hard to choose… I like jalapeno, salt and vinegar, lime, bbq, cheese, sour cream and onion…

What’s the longest your hair has ever been? How long is it now? I think the longest it's ever been was slightly past my shoulders, possibly approaching mid-back. It's very short now because I just gave myself a buzzcut.

What video games remind you of your childhood? Rollercoaster Tycoon, Children of the Nile, Mario Kart, Starcraft, Moraff Games (they had a bunch of different games - mahjong, tetris, pinball, puzzles, etc).

What does your body wash or soap smell like? Strawberries and cream.

Are there are sounds that bother you on a visceral level? There are sounds that annoy me (obnoxiously loud ads, high pitched beeping, etc), but as for something visceral…the birds at the pet shop where I used to work. One day they got to screaming and squawking so badly I almost blacked out with rage.

What was the last thing you bought online? Pretty sure it was an e-book.

Name something you always have in your fridge. Almond milk, yogurt, sriracha sauce, jalapenos, cheese…

Have you ever had to hire a lawyer? Why? I haven't.

Have you taken a walk today? Did you see any dogs? My dad and I went on a short hike at the Mountain Park. I didn't see any dogs. I saw some deer, though - not on the trail itself, but on the drive in/out as well as at the picnic site.

What vegetable do you really hate? There aren't any veggies I really hate.

Does your family have any traditions or rituals? My dad and I have some corny little traditions related to hiking trips.

If you could learn any language, what would it be? Japanese.

What was the best thing that happened today? Something that seems minor can still be awesome. Visiting the Mountain Park. The faintest whisper of autumn was in the air. It might have been subtle, but the nostalgia that overcame me was quite profound. That's one of my favorite things about nature and the cycle of the seasons - the way they evoke memories and emotions I can scarcely put into words. I was just happy to be there with my dad and to have that experience with him.

Have you ever donated money to a charity? Which one? At some point.

Did you have a large circle of friends in high school? I guess I had a decently large group of friends/acquaintances.

Would you ever get a matching tattoo with someone? My mom and I have matching tattoos, but it wasn't originally planned that way. I don't remember exactly how it went, but I got one for myself, she liked it too, probably asked if it was cool if she "copied me," and then got it for herself.

What time do you usually go to sleep? Soooo early.

Do you have a job? Not a paid job, but somewhere I basically work full-time? Yes.

What colour are the plates in your kitchen? They're not all one color.

What was the last gift you received? Easter chocolates from my mom.

What is your Chinese zodiac animal? Snake.

Are you inside right now? If you’re home, what room of the house are you in? I'm in my bedroom.

Are you good at remembering faces? I'm okay at it.

What will you do after this survey? Listen to something on YouTube until it's time for dinner.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #random survey #survey blog

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4 July 2024

I keep thinking about what I might be missing by being with L. He doesn't treat me like a person with feelings. I feel utterly stripped by him.

But I keep thinking that life has reached a crossroad—there's someone else who has been there longer, who has always kind of been there. But who I haven't been able to see since moving away.

It's G. We started as strangers in a seminar room eight years ago. I didn't even see him, I just heard his voice when he asked the guest speaker a question. And I thought, wow, what a unique voice. Who is this person? And then time passed and he would sit with me at events. We shared handouts (my hand was a little shaky, nervous). Went for coffee in the evening. Worked together. Small things. Bigger things. More interactions. And then L showed an interest and I was so eager to be in a relationship, that I went for it.

Covid. Nothing. Then G emailed, and we had Zoom meetings together in the summer. These ended after the-worst-thing happened and I spiralled into depression again. A wisp gone, evaportated.

A year and a half later: a redirected reunion via email. Hello. Signing his name with "yours". Calling me "cara", Dear. Weekly meetings, and twice a week in the summer, for the last year and a half. Asking for my address. Sending me a postcard from abroad, with an image that perfectly matched me and what I love. Sending me a photo of himself. Sending me hearts on my facebook posts, private messages. Wanting to melt into him. The thoughtfulness somewhat jarring. The witty banter trying to light a spark that has long been out at whatever core is left in me. The way he pushes me to do things, yet senses when it's too much for me—and his care feels like a blanket, or invisible hand. I won't get hurt, I can tell. He invited me to his home a while ago; I said I couldn't.

He planned to visit me last month. He wanted to stay here with me, but of course there wasn't much I could do. I don't know where the boundaries are—how he really thinks of me. It would have been easy to find out if I was living alone, with this space feeling like my own. Decorated how I would want it—not with the boxes and piles of collected "freebies" that L keeps. My home is just his storage container. Plastic cups and cords piled high in the corner. Spare fridges. Nothing like the home I had when I lived alone, with my candles, art, books, soft blankets.

What surprised me is that G was coming here only for me. Or at least, that's how it seemed.

He didn't end up visiting—I don't really know why. A much delayed flight, maybe something I didn't pick up on. But just the other day, he said he plans to visit again in a month. How different life could be if I ended things with L, who makes me cry most nights and doesn't come to bed until 3 or 4am. If I ended things with him, and could just enjoy myself. Be around someone who actually sees me and finds talking to me interesting, who makes my heart feel something. Even if it didn't turn into anything, just to be single and feel that excitement of two likeminded people getting to know each other. To be able to interact with someone without the entire burden and weight of my relationship draining the light out of me. To find air and kindness. Laughter—we make each other laugh breathlessly sometimes... how is that possible for two people?

He shared riddles with me posted in the english department—he still walks through my old department on the way to the bus. We celebrate his dog's birthday. He told our zoom group that one of the best things that happened to him that week was talking to me about birds.

I imagine a Saturday morning, waking up in a clean home and cooking veggies. With him. He like veggies, and I like veggies. I imagine going for autumn walks with him, and watching netflix at night. Small, silly joys. I imagine hearing him talk about his research. I imagine talking about mine. I imagine him teasing me—not criticizing me and stripping me apart, but because he cherishes the closeness that made teasing possible. Out of comfort and belonging.

Maybe it's all made up in my head—but it does seem incredible to me that we've become so involved with each other after that day in the seminar room. On my lowest days, like today, it's these moments that keep me here. Remembering that I am not totally alone, not totally worthless. Maybe at least a few people think I'm worth being around.

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FRIDAY JUNE 3RD, 2011 (Great Dodongo of the Congo)

6:23 PM It’s sunny outside. Not demented. Red sky. Not demented. Grass outside. Not dog guts. Silence outside. Not endless barking. Oh god I’m getting as far away from this rabbit hole as I can.

6:57 PM Journal, I don’t like… I don’t like.. I hate Dogscape. I always hated the creepypasta; it was the only creepypasta out there that touched upon every single one of my goddamn primal fears. It’s.. fucking.. dogs. Dog. Dogs everywhere. Nothing but dogs. Not even proper dogs like you know them. Just.. the whole planet, journal. The whole planet is dogs. The whole planet is dog flesh, dog skin, dog fur, dog bones, dog muscle, dog guts, dog eyes, dog mouths, dog tails, and it’s alive. The whole planet is fucking alive. It wants you to try to survive. It wants you to try and fail, so you’ll melt into the fucking writhing mass. So you will be accepted into the Dogscape. And the ticks. Oh god. Don’t even mention the ticks. Just.. just shut up, kay?

8:12 PM I don’t know where the fuck I am anymore. It’s not beautiful out anymore. It’s mountainous and rough. It’s dirty and it’s grey and bland. Am I still in France?

8:25 PM Just passed a sign saying, I think, that the Spanish border is nearby. God, I fucking hope so.

9:51 PM I miss Donnie. .__. Donnie was so pretty, you know? She was so pretty, so nice. So helpful. And she was a perfect match for me. I really liked her, journal. D: Why does this kind of thing have to happen? It’s like there is a God, but he just wants to give me all the worst possible events.

9:53 PM Lightning. I wasn’t too far off, was I? >_>

9:57 PM Rainless lightning, whoo.

10:14 PM …okay, so I guess it was just that one random lightning bolt. And there’s that goddamn cawing again.

10:18 PM Holy shit, I know the source of the cawing. There’s a huge flock of birds flying around these mountains. They’re causing the cawing.

10:24 PM …goddamn, the flock’s even bigger than I thought. And still, more and more birds enter from all directions. They’re forming a giant.. orb. Of swirling birds.

10:31 PM It’s.. heh, it’s.. pretty big! It’s just getting bigger and bigger an GREAT DODONGO OF THE CONGO THE BIRDS ARE THE LIGHTNING They’re flying out of the orb in groups of hundreds, and at incredibly fast speeds. The mini-flocks first form some sort of arm, extending out of the orb, then it detaches and the birds.. ..there’s no easier way to say it. They fucking transform into lightning. Just for a bit. Then when the lightning strikes, they fly away, moving too fast to be properly recognized. Looks almost like rain. I’m.. I’m gonna call them Thunderbirds. Like the TV series. And now I’m gonna fucking run.

11:00 PM Okay, I’m hiding behind a street sign. The cawing’s fading. I don’t think they were even actually trying to attack me. o_o It’s like.. it’s like I’m with the bad guys now. And not the good guys. Ohhhhh, I don’t want to be with the bad guys! D: I want to be with Donnie. ._.

11:05 PM On the upside, that sign said I’m now in Spain. ..so, uh.. hola, journal.

11:11 PM I wish I could be with Donnie. Or just.. I dunno. A girl. I’m so comfortable around girls.

11:58 PM I don’t intend on sleeping tonight, journal. I plan on walking all night until I reach Berga. ..so I guess that’s what I’ll do.

(Attached: "That night, I remember the new arrival wishing for something similar around that time of night. Then she cried herself to sleep and the Harlequin woke her up again and told her no sleeping allowed before leaving and locking the door again. Life under her control was pointless. Sometimes, now that it's over, I feel that the free life is pointless too. It took my body a long time to get used to sleeping again, and it took it even longer to get used to.. well, having my own control. It'd been so long. I feel like I never stopped being a puppet, just now I'm a puppet without a hand to move it. The clock reads 11:11. I guess I should make a wish.") (Attached, flipped: "I wish I could find the strings that control me so I'd have something to hang myself with.")

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