#I eat flesh on a regular basis

[minty-bubblegum]

nom nomph~! ^w^ >,< :3 *literally rips someone to shreds*

[arrgh-whatever]

if the culture leader is a rabbit, but she eats meat, does she have some problems with her teeth or anything? I think wrong diet could cause some effect of her as a herbivorous animal

(she's a hare, not a rabbit)

so the cult isn't exactly all about eating meat, they can actually eat whatever they want, a lot of other herbivores in the cult (there are others besides her) just eat normal herbivore food

but once in a while they do eat flesh of a talking animal and fun fact herbivores can stomach it! if they're not eating it on a regular basis then it won't hurt them at all

in our world herbivores will eat meat if they can find it but won't usually go hunt for it themselves because they physically can't

luckily in the world of Forest Manuscripts that is no longer a problem

[weirdmarioenemies]

Where do you think we go when we die?

Somewhere nice? Somewhere horrible? Somewhere in between? Do we go anywhere at all, or do we just start anew? I’m not asking for my own sake, I’m not concerned about that, really. I’m just wondering for someone I once knew...

Where are you now, Tetris Friends? I hope you’re happy, wherever you are.

We may never be able to go back in time to May 30th, 2019 to tackle the farmer before he was able to shoot Tetris Friends behind the old barn. But we can always celebrate its life, dangit! Let’s look at some of my favorites from the vast selection of Tetris Friends premade avatars! It is so easy to get lost in all these silly creatures...

First, let’s just appreciate the Tetromono. The humble cube. The basis of nearly all these avatars! So much, from so little!

So here we have me being predictable! I see a funny crab, I am delighted, it is as simple as that. I love how simplistic it is, all it really needs is eyes and claws and you know it’s a crab! Or maybe it’s a lobster, and I’ve been mistaken all these years...? We will never know! But I am inclined to say crab since it is compact.

This funny ant is cute too! It has its very own abdomen behind the cube, and maybe even a thorax hidden between? I also like its cute little x mouth between the mandible. Like the anus of a cartoon cat. The only animals allowed to have an anus!

And look at this octopus! Look at that face! It is so cute and it does not know what is going on around it. It will say “Hwuh? Ok!!!” but not really mean it, it just wants to be done with the conversation and get back to looking at a cool thing in front of it!

That’s enough of regular animals, though. MOST of these icons are weird combinations of the features of the standard animal ones, like a Picrew! How I wish there was an actual Picrew for these.

These three are like a trio to me, all sharing the same face, and I like it! Quite  a cute face! I think I used the panda-looking one at some point, but now my favorite of the three is the one with elephant toes and a rhinoceros tail. Just a sprinkling of creature attributes.

This one is really funny to me! It looks like an Octonaut. It would be like an alien of ambiguous taxonomical placement, but then the snout is so mammal. Mammal who didn’t get the memo to have whiskers over antennae!

Most of the avatars are unique combinations of features, but these pig-nosed, shark-finned cubes are situated right next to each other, and are recolors of each other! I can only assume they are siblings. They will teach Mario and Luigi a new Bros. Technique!

This poor one just ate something yucky. You could use this to communicate that you, too, just ate something yucky! In another world, instead of emojis, people would direct each other to their Tetris Friends profile, where their current avatar would display their current emotion. Too bad we’re in this world. Where Tetris Friends is dead.

Now let’s look at some holiday exclusive ones!

For Thanksgiving we get a Meat On Bone! Would you eat the meat of a Tetromono? Doesn’t HAVE to be the leg. Maybe you would prefer some Tetromono Breast.

There are also TWO pumpkins! A Halloween pumpkin, of course, but also a Thanksgiving pumpkin with a goofy face! I think this may legitimately be the first time I’ve seen a pumpkin with a face for Thanksgiving! This one teaches me that unlike Halloween ones, Thanksgiving pumpkins have real flesh inside!

Of all the Christmas ones, this Gingerbread Cube is just so darling. I bet it’s so cakey! I would love to eat it. If it is alive, then, sorry!

Easter includes this delighted Half A Hard Boiled Egg. I am so amused by this! I guess just an egg on its own isn’t that visually interesting compared to this, but they really went all in on depicting the texture. Fascinating.

And lastly, Tetris Friends did collaborate with another property for some licensed avatars! Just one, ever. It was Ice Age.

Represent yourself with Scrat Girlfriend Cube!

[bodrewritten]

Bride of Discord Rewritten Chapter 17: The Emptyness

Fluttershy seemed Still as a marble statue, never once even allowing herself a wisp of hair out of place in the wind she could have only dreamed of carrying her again just a day prior. her eyelids felt a constant weight on their thin flesh as if fatigue had finally caught her in its snare, chasing her since the moment she first arrived at... their cottage. The first morning she woke up alone in months she began to talk to herself almost immediately, free, and lonesome. She'd made coffee for just herself, too much of it, and drinking it all. He hated seeing such a thing go to waste.

cold front struck Ponyville and neighboring towns as snow cascaded from the heavens, quick and slicing, a swift reminder of approaching new year. Hearth's Warming Eve was just ended and Fluttershy hadn't even left her land. She instead wandered through her house, lost like a filly in a mall. An astronaut could have seen the hunger in her eyes from space. The dates in her head had been jumbled and shook like a snow globe.

december 6th, her birthday party at Discord's. The date was all wrong, her birthday was May 1st, but once, for whatever reason, she celebrated it on the same day as her brother's, so perhaps while he was spying he made a mistake? It did not matter to her anymore. The same day she left him- nay, she was cast out. Now it was December 29th, and The new year would bring about change, like waves on the sand.

"Fluttershy!"

The Duchess approached her pegasus friend, carrying a bag of books. Twilight had begun wearing glasseswith a little chain Fluttershy made her on a regular basis, and it made her smile each time she took it out on the town.

"Nice to see that you're out and about," she said with a smile. "I brought some books that might cheer you up." A hoof reached out towards the pegasus, beckoning her closer to look at the book. It was a hardback cover of "The Diaries of Amble and Eve."

"Thanks," Fluttershy muttered. "Are you sure it's the type of funny that ponies who aren't bookish will understand?"

Twilight smirked gently before raising a hoof to her face, and controlling her impish ego. "well, if it's not there's still the movie. anyways I'm going over to Canterlot for the new year's celebrations, wanna come with?"

Fluttershy barely thought about it for a milisecond before nodding and taking the mare by the hoof.

In hours Twilight, Fluttershy and their four friends were on a train to Canterlot, though it took a while for Rainbow Dash to convince Spitfire into letting her have a vacation. Applejack was bunked next to her, internally screeching every time Dash would brag about how much of a "chick magnet" she was. How could that mare be so aware and yet so, so irredeemably oblivious??

"And then he said: I'm just a little horse!" Rainbow burst out laughing.

"I don't get it," Pinkie said.

"Well, if you heard Soarin tell it, you'd think it was funny."

Rarity rolled eyes. "I've heard of love being blind, but deaf?" Spike spit out his gallium soda and cackled.

"heyyy, I'm not in love with Soarin! He's way older than me! Besides, if anybody liked me i'd be the first to know!"

Fluttershy smiled for the first time on the trip as Applejack seethed visibly. Applejack looked down at the pegasus and let her face squish into a chuckle.

the palace doors were unfamiliar to Fluttershy, imposing and feindish, gold no longer comforting and regal, But unnaturally untarnished and grandiose. And much too tall, like a dusty gray-black pillar rearing into the horizon.

Celestia greeted the group at the castle and surprised Fluttershy with an arm clasped along her back in a hug.

"I never had a chance to thank you," the princess explained, and she did not need to ask what she was referring to.

Fluttershy remained in her room until dinner, though she could barely eat. As she fiddled with her fork, she thought of her many mealtimes with Discord. He would always give her what she asked, or surprise her with her favorites. She remembered one time when he made the candles dance and the gravy boat come to life. Those little harmless magic tricks would make her giggle. Somehow, he always managed to put a smile on her face. It seemed like the memories of another now.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Cadence inquired.

Fluttershy winced, as she was used to hearing that question from someone else. "I'm just not hungry, that's all."

"you should get some sleep then," Pinkie Pie suggested, noting the dark circles under her eyes. "You can eat more breakfast in the morning and get your energy up for the marketplace tomorrow!"

All Fluttershy could muster up was a nod before excusing herself from the table.

"She's been like this ever since she came back," Twilight explained to the princesses.

"I do not believe you have fully explained how she managed to return," Luna said.

"Well...he let her go."

The Princess of the Night widened her eyes. "Pardon?"

"That's what happened. He just let her go."

"why exactly, pray tell, would he do this?"

Twilight shrugged. "She won't talk about what happened and we're afraid to ask."

Rainbow Dash interjected: "I think he was trying to use her to get to us and got mad when it didn't work. why else would-"

Applejack sighed harshly. "Y'all all still don't get it?"

The Southerner them excused herself from the presence of the princesses, and tromped away to her room.

Two hours in and Fluttershy lay wide awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Although she was tired to the bone, she could not sleep. She had gotten used to Discord coming in to say goodnight and then asking the darn question. The question he'd stopped getting angry at the answer for. The question she had begun getting comfortable with answering.

Her mind then wandered to their last night together, when he had kissed her for real. His lips had felt so cool and gentle against hers. A kiss that felt, for the most part, innocent and chaste, yet igniting clashes of explosions, feelings. This idea, this concept of a kiss, of love, of marriage all those suitors brought forth to her was so surface level now and disgusting. This was curiosity for the real, tangible, and the exploration of her own ideas of love. The intimacy of romantic intent was at the forefront of her mind.

She took out her book and began to read

Discord was In the similar throes of restlessness. He would die, he knew it. He would cease to be if he did not allow himself free reign of the laws of physics. Maybe that was the apprehension with keeping the pony. Discord could not even kid himself about it anymore, It hurt to use his life to push the one friend he'd ever had away.

flying out into her old room, now collecting dust bunnies untouched, he remembered the look on her face as she was cast out.

He approached the bed where she had once slept. He could see her lying there on her side, her chest rising up and down ever so slightly. He reached out to touch her, to feel anything there he so desperately wished.

The next thing Fluttershy knew, she was standing in the garden Discord had given her... or rather, that was how she perceived it. It was the Canterlot gardens, but she recognized it as something more.

"Discord!" she called. "Discord, are you here?"

Silence.

In the center of the garden an aged and cracked marble slab lay wistfully among the overgrown vines and unkempt roses. Fluttershy slowly trudged towards the marble and sat in her swallowing loneliness. Her eyes fluttered shut and The lashes veiled her vision with grace. a single tear fell from her cheeks, when suddenly a stallion sits next her her, poised and masculine, toned and attempting to comfort her. He meant nothing to her.

Flick- another stallion, alike in dignity, but equally distant to her.

Flick- Another pony appeared next to her, one hoof on her shoulder, but still lacking in emotion.

Flick- something was missing from them that she needed.

Flick- something she could only choose for herself.

Flick-

Luna, Princess of the constellations and dreams, was sitting next to Fluttershy now.

"I don't know why... I can't let it go. If it was all a lie, then how does it ache this much?"

"What are you doing here, child?"

Fluttershy blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Let me rephrase that. Why are you here and not with Discord?"

"Beg pardon, your highness, but did you not hear? He let me go."

"But why did you go?"

"Because...well, he didn't want me and..."

Luna scoffed. "Didn't want you? I beg to differ. I saw you two in the forest."

Fluttershy froze. "You...you saw me kiss him?!"

"No, I saw you dancing...he kissed you?"

The pegasus shrunk in embarrassment. "I...just once..."

"My point is that in all the years that I have known Discord, I have never seen him look at any pony the way he looked at you. It is clear that he cares for you and that you were happy. So what happened?"

"Um...we invited my friends over to rework the treaty, but he realized that without chaos he would dissapear, so he cast me away..." She could not go on.

"Hmm," Luna pondered. "If he truly thought you were detrimental to him he wouldn't have let you so close to him. was there anything before that?"

"..."

"Why else would he let you go?"

"... he saw me and spike defending him. I don't know how he could've possibly interpreted that as wrong."

Fluttershy was about to answer when the image rippled, indicating that she was waking up.

"I cannot help thee any longer, it is up to your interpretation and what you know is true!" Luna called as she flew out of the dream.

She sat up in bed and sighed. "Oh, what am I going to do?"

Discord was in the garden, sitting by the pond, staring at his reflection. It was indubitably him, through and through.

things mattered now, and it only made sense to get away from it all, out of the rain. but he was still wet? how could it still rain on him throughout lands, across the forests, follow him to where he stood when he pushed everypony away that caused this?!

It never felt like it was raining when she was with him. It was so real and palpatable and crazy that maybe if he'd just stayed with her he wouldn't have to face his mortality-

and the skies cleared.

CLUD!

a dish fell from its place, wherever that was, behind Applejack, startling her until she turned around.

there Fluttershy hovered 5 feet from the ground, probably more startled, having a mackerel wrapped in newspaper pointed threateningly at her by the farm mare.

"Well, ain't this déjà vu?" the cowgirl said once she noticed her friend. "I'm guessin' you're down here for the same reason."

"Huh?" Fluttershy questioned, tilting her head.

"Last time we were down here, ya had a dream about Discord."

"Well, uh...yeah. But why are you here?"

"Couldn't sleep," Applejack said, handing her a sandwich. "I've been worryin' about ya, Sugar Cube. Ya don't eat, ya don't sleep, ya hardly speak..."

"I'm just recovering from it all. it all feels like somepony else's memories."

"aw heck darlin', tell me about your dream."

She told Applejack every last detail, including the part where Luna had appeared. Applejack nodded as she listened.

"So this garden...I saw it while we were at the cottage. Ya sayin' Discord made that for you?"

"Yes," Fluttershy muttered, fiddling with her still uneaten sandwich.

"Huh. That would explain where yerr critters went off to. And you told the princess that you and Discord…kissed?" She hung her head. "I'm not tryin' to pressure ya, Sugar. You were with him for a whole month. I just wanna know what happened. I promise I won't bring up any of it with the others."

She sighed. "I was terrified at first. I explained to him I wanted to fall in love before I got married, just to stall for time. Then, Well, then we sort of…got to know one another and…he became so kind and gentle and respected my space. Whenever I saw him, I could not help but smile. I...I miss him. I know I really shouldn't, after the party...oh, he was so upset..."

"I think that was mostly our fault, hon. I'm the one who put you on the spot and asked you if you loved him. I'm real sorry for that. It's just…you know you have all the symptoms? Even now? Blushin', lack of appetite and sleep…"

"Maybe it's not what you think! what if I was just stockholm syndrome?!" Fluttershy snapped.

"Maybe it's exactly what I think! quit actin like you think somethings wrong with you, you're the one who refused to love him until he changed, you know you're stronger than you seem, so what's your excuse for lovin!?"

"how do you KNOW I'm in love?!"

"'CUZ THAT'S EXACTLY HOW I FEEL ABOUT RAINBOW DASH!"

They both grew silent. Then Fluttershy dropped her sandwich and looked away.

"I know I don't have some disorder. I know I have my own strength. I just... I don't want it to hurt me anymore-leaving, that is. "

Applejack laid a hoof on her shoulder. "Hey, I was in denial too. It hurts loving and not being loved. but it's up to you to interpret his ways of romancin'."

"What do you expect me to do? Go back to him?"

"I expect you to follow Princess Luna's advice and do what your heart tells ya."

Fluttershy rubbed her other arm. "what if loving him hurts him, like being without chaos?"

"Ya know what they say, Sugar Cube. If you love somethin', set 'em free."

Fluttershy lifted her head, like every light in the kingdom swirled around her, lifting her into the heavens.

He set her free because she freed him!

"Look, I said listen to yer heart, but if you do decide to go back, don't just do it for Discord. Do it for yourself. Love is just as selfish as it is selfless. Are you going back because he wants you or you want him?"

Fluttershy rose above their heads, twirling and laughing and gleaming with the warmth of the new year, of butterflies and candles and lanterns, of foal's laughing and roses, of a shared home and gentle kisses

"I'm taking him here, with me! I love him- I Love Discord the way I've never loved anypony else! I love him like an old legend, like love itself!"

She heard a gasp below her and Fluttershy turned to see Pinkie, Twilight, Rainbow Dash and Rarity standing in the doorway, their mouths dropped open.

"H-how long have you been standing there?" Fluttershy stammered.

Neither of them said anything for a while, until Pinkie suddenly burst into excitement.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Fluttershy's in love! And he loves you too! That is so romantic! You know what this calls for?"

"NO!" every pony cried in unison.

"shut up, shut up, oh my gosh, a million times shut up, nobody cares. i'm going to-"

Twilight clonked Spike' head gentle as she could and gave him a gem to gnaw on.

"he's cranky, he just woke up. sorry about him. babies, y'know?"

"You mean you're not mad?" Fluttershy asked in wonder.

"Sweetie, we don't know what to think," Rarity explained. "We saw you've been miserable for the past few days. Now we know why. What we don't understand is how? How could you have fallen in love with that draconequus?"

She faced her friends defiantly. "I know it's hard for you to understand, I find it hard to understand as well, but it's love and I know what I feel! and it feels amazing to express it..."

"Even if you're right," Rainbow said slowly, "how do you plan to go about all this?"

"oh."

Fluttershy hadn't exactly planned that out. it feels so infuriating to understand everything but with no idea how to go about change!

"what if-"

"it's my decision, and I choose to take him here with me! whether you like it or not!"

"We don't like it," Twilight confirmed. "We cannot stand to see you in the clutches of the creature that stole you away from us, but..."

"He doesn't have me in his clutches. it's a mutual thing."

"but you know yourself more than anypony knows you. I personally want you to follow him." the Duchess Twilight declared.

"ditto!"

"I agree!"

"yeah!"

"I done worse!"

Fluttershy's eyes watered as she smiled brighter than Celestia's sun. racing out the door, panting, galloping through the halls, Fluttershy burst from the castle out into the entrance of the forest.

"waitwaitWAIT!" The others cried.

they stood gallant in front of the trees, Fluttershy's noble conquest having gone interrupted for longer than she would've liked.

"go back girls! i'm going to discord alone."

"of course you are. and I'm coming with you!" Rainbow Dash Exclaimed.

"You bet your fern we are!" the cowgirl exclaimed.

"Ooh, this is gonna get so real!" Pinkie said, jumping for joy.

"we're not gonna interrupt buuuut... youneedawitness,right?" Twilight said as she smiled unashamed of her blatant excitement.

Fluttershy smiled at her friends. "Thanks, girls."

"Hold on!" Rarity commanded. "don't run! You're about to make a declaration of true love! You can't get all sweaty!"

[chalkrevelations]

So, I’ve been catching up on podcasts about TLOU during the commute to and from work or while I’m running errands. And I’ve developed this habit that I subject spouse to on a regular basis, which I call “Today On ‘How Dudes On Podcasts Are Wrong About The Last Of Us.’” And this week, I just feel really strongly about a couple of things re: Ep 8, and so all y’all get to be subjected to this week’s installment, too.

(I definitely need to go back and watch all of the show again, because I feel like it’s going to unfold beautifully on a second watch, but I don’t actually have the patience to wait until I get all the way around, back to Ep 8 again, before hashing through this particular stuff, so fuck it, we ball.)

I just feel like I’m listening to a lot of guys 1) being weirdly precious about the cannibalism and 2) missing the point of the cannibalism.

I mean, all of this is with the caveat that I realized a long time ago, I’m kind of missing the automatic cannibalism squick that most people have. I’m not down with killing people specifically to eat them, and I wouldn’t particularly want to eat another person, but I do appear to be more pragmatic - at least theoretically - than about 96.5 percent of the population about the idea that dead bodies are meat, that living people take precedence over dead people, and that if you’re in a starvation situation without other options and Joe next door kicks it, as long as he wasn’t carrying any communicable diseases, I don’t have a lot of practical or ethical compunction about you looking at Joe as a source of protein. All that being said, I’m listening to people acting not only like the cannibalism in Ep 8 is some freaky weird shit - which it is! don’t get me wrong, being in a situation where your only option is to eat people is inherently fucked up! - but that it’s a narrative choice that illustrates a moral and ethical vacuum in this group of characters, which completely misses the point? I’m hearing things like the fact that they didn’t immediately butcher the horse while people are neatly strung up for storage shows that they’d rather eat people, and how voraciously they were eating their “venison” stew shows how they are indelibly marked and changed by eating human flesh - even when they don’t know, I guess - and I’m like, no, they’re HUNGRY. They’re literally starving. That’s why they’re sucking down that stew. And I’m sure they’ll get around to butchering that horse as soon as David’s done terrorizing and molesting Ellie, which brings me to my first point:

The cannibalism is not what makes these people monstrous. What makes them monstrous is that they allow David to openly prey on children the way he treats Hannah and Ellie. What makes James monstrous is that he knows their raiding party attacked Joel and Ellie without provocation and Joel killed their guy in self-defense (don’t start none, won’t be none, m’fkr), and yet he still wants to revenge-obliterate Joel and Ellie. What makes David monstrous is the way he preys on the people in his care and particularly on the children in his care, like Hannah and Ellie. “Freaky cannibalism” is not what makes any of these people monstrous, it only means they’re starving and desperate. What makes them monstrous is their other behavior, that they could control, unlike starving to death if you don’t eat Jim-Bob when he kicks it and all you have otherwise are three cans of stewed tomatoes for a group of 25+ people.

Also, I realize I’m coming at this with hindsight because I’ve finished the season, but particularly if you’ve played the game, I feel like you should see this coming: The narrative point of the cannibalism isn’t about these people at all. It’s not even really about David. The cannibalism is about Joel. Joel has to see those bodies strung up in the back of the steakhouse, Joel has to understand that David and his group are - in Ellie’s words - cutting people into little bits, Joel has to understand that this is likely what they’re going to do to Ellie, and Joel has to see that he wasn’t able to rescue her from that, that he failed her again, that she only survived because she saved herself. Joel has to see those bodies stripped down to meat because it literalizes what’s going to happen in Ep 9, when he wakes up in the Firefly facility and Ellie is gone, and Marlene tells him she’s already headed into surgery - they’ve washed her, prepped her and are getting ready to expertly butcher her, to kill her and strip her down for parts, cut her into little bits, just like those bodies he saw hanging back at Silverlake would be, just like Ellie would have been if she hadn’t saved herself. He’s failed her again and again and again, he told Tommy, back in Ep, what? 6? 7? He fails her again in Ep 8, and she is fucking traumatized. You think he’s going to fail her this last time, if he can help it?

And that’s why, sure, people can argue the ethics of his actions all they want, but the overall story is so very VERY narratively satisfying, because Joel was never going to do anything other than what he did, and that’s what the story is ABOUT. This is the most cohesive story I’ve seen, on a character level, in a LONG damn time.

But I do think part of the ethical argument of whether you do or don’t agree with Joel’s decision should be informed by the fact that David’s group and the Fireflies are paralleled in Ep 8 and Ep 9. Maybe Ellie would have said yes to Marlene, but Marlene didn’t ask - she doesn’t care any more about Ellie’s consent than David did. Is Ep 8 repulsive because it’s happening in the back of a steakhouse and Ep 9 OK because it’s happening in an operating room? You’re going to be all “Ew, cannibalism, beyond the pale” when it’s about desperation and survival, and the meat is (usually, at least) already dead anyway, and a lot of other people would starve to death if you just let it rot, but you’re OK with Ellie, who’s still alive, being butchered to keep other people alive? No - to maybe keep other people alive, because this is all hypothetical, the Fireflies don’t even know if it will actually work? So, if it doesn’t work this time, how many teen-aged girls are you willing to butcher on a possibility? At what point does it become too many? Do we rebuild the world on the bodies of dead teen-aged girls? I submit this is part of the moral calculus that has to be considered at the end of S1, and it’s put into stark relief by what we see in Ep 8.

And that is the point of the cannibalism.

[mtkanna]

i love making headcanons ^_^ and the narzissenkreuz institute is open enough that i can basically do what i want with them lol

i think alain was probably autistic. he had one interest (clockwork mechanisms and their development) which he stuck with all his life and dedicated himself to understanding and knowing everything about. i think he'd probably be demiromantic, too, in the sense that he struggled to form emotional connections w/ people on a regular basis, but needed that connection for anything he'd consider deeper.

mary-ann was wlw and gnc to me <3 i hesitate to put any other labels on her, mostly because so much of her character remains obscured to us, but that's just the vibes i'm feeling atm.

jakob is... he/him agender, i think. i've always seen abyssal creatures as divorced from teyvat's concepts of gender, but jakob grew up using he/him and just stuck with it for convenience. there's also (waves hands) whatever he has wrong with him. (since elynas and durin have similar bodily composition, i'm assuming elynas was also 'corrosive,' and eating their flesh had consequences for jakob, which i'm translating across as hypertension lol)

rene was... very complex. he experienced a lot of traumatic events in a row (c-ptsd and ocd), and at some point in my head i decided that it made the most sense to me if he was also trans

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Why don't you describe or write more about their routine (Hades and Persephone)?

I like to read your ideas and use them as a basis for inspiration to make a comic of the two of them in the future

I really like your blog/work ✌️

Omg this was my legit reaction when I got your ask:

LOL but fr thank you so much! I’m honestly so glad you and so many others enjoy hearing my thoughts and ramblings and reading my fics and whatnot! It makes me so so sooooo happy that other people can enjoy my self indulgent postings and stuff with me! I also love that you and many others get inspired by my headcanons and like them so much that you guys use them for comics and role plays and fanfictions! It makes my heart so happy and honestly it inspires me to follow my dreams of being an actress/voice actress (helping create and flesh out a character with acting lol) or even an author writing books for different media franchises like Disney and video games and stuff lol!

Anyways, enough of me going on and on lol! I’d love to talk about Hades and Persephone’s daily routine! I’ll make a little schedule layout of what a regular day is like for them:

Hades:

6:00 AM - Wake up/eat breakfast

7:00 AM - Start daily underworld work (organizing new arrivals, signing important scrolls, etc.)

12:00 PM - Lunch break

1:30 PM - Daily update meeting with Pain & Panic

2:00 PM - Cont. underworld work

5:00 PM - Plan evil schemes/schmooze with current or potential allies/chill out on the underworld throne (only if most of the important underworld work has been taken care of)

7:00 PM - Eat dinner

8:30-9:00 PM - Personal free time/get ready for bed

10:00-11:00 PM - Bedtime

Persephone (in the underworld):

6:00 AM - Wake up/eat breakfast

8:00 AM - Start daily underworld work with Hades (she’s not much of a morning person and it takes her a while to wake up and get ready for the day)

12:00 PM - Lunch with Hades

1:30 PM - Daily update meeting with Hades, Pain, and Panic

2:00 PM - Cont. underworld work (mainly helping Hades with his work, tending to the agriculture in Asphodel Meadows, checking on the souls in Asphodel Meadows, etc.)

5:00 PM - Join Hades in “meetings” with current or potential allies/busywork/chill and talk with Hades in the throne room

7:00 PM - Dinner with Hades (if he isn’t working late)

8:30-9:00 PM - Personal free time alone or with Hades/get ready for bed

10:00-11:00 PM - Bedtime

Persephone (during spring):

7:00 AM - Wake up/have a quick breakfast

8:00 AM - Start seasonal work (planting flowers/trees/bushes/etc., helping wake up the wild animals from hibernation if Artemis hasn’t done it already, melting snow/ice, etc.)

1:00 PM - Eat lunch

2:00-2:30 PM - Cont. seasonal work

5:00 PM - Eat dinner

6:00-6:30 PM - Cont. seasonal work (slower paced, checking details, adding finishing touches)

8:00 PM - Personal free time alone (if Hades doesn’t stop by for a visit)/get ready for bed

9:30-10:00 PM - Bedtime (either in a flowery field under the moonlight or in her personal room on Mount Olympus if there’s rain)

Of course, these aren’t EXACT schedules for them lol, they definitely change depending on the day, but this is just kinda a run down of what their daily is schedules are like. When they have children their schedules become a little different (at least in the underworld anyways) because they have to make time for their kids, but yeah lol

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: What Feasts on Zombies?

Bzzzzthmp!

Whatever you think that was, you’re likely to be surprised. When I heard it I thought two cicadas had, for some reason only known to bug-kind, decided to knock themselves silly trying to buzz in females.

...I was half right?

What I heard, and then saw - I spied the critters in the leaf litter - was an act of predation, by one of the biggest wasps native to North America. Called, aptly enough, the cicada killer.

It is big. Most of two inches big. Carry off whole cicadas big. Do serious lawn damage digging tunnels big. If hornets were that big whole neighborhoods would be screaming for exterminators; with some justification, hornets are aggressive. They generally won’t bother you unless you bother them, but if you’ve ever had to weed a hedge and accidentally bumped a nest, that’s cold comfort. Maybe even colder than the ice on all the swellings, oww....

Cicada killers are not aggressive. At least toward much of anything besides cicadas. Which makes sense, they’re ambush predators who live a few to a set of tunnels, not one of hundreds of hunters for a single nest that concentrates all their resources. Like mountain lions or cheetahs, a cicada killer is only interested in prey of a specific size, and has no interest in tangling with bigger things.

(The problem with mountain lions being that we fit into their prey size. Cats. Sigh.)

So if your fictional world has something that shows up in hordes on a regular basis, like cicadas do, be that horde zombies, clowns, orcs, or lawyers - if there’s enough of them on a moderately predictable schedule, something will evolve to prey on it.

It doesn’t even have to be that regular a schedule, or close together in time or space. Look up whalefall. When a big blue or one of the other cetaceans succumbs in the ocean, the resulting tons of corpse slowly sift to the bottom, and attract an entire community of deep-sea lifeforms that make an ecosystem for decades. A lot of these eerie critters are also found in deep-sea hot and cold hydrothermal vent communities, so they’ve had millions or even a billion years to evolve. But there are also specialist worms that make a living off whale bones. Figure that one out.

What would evolve to eat a horde of zombies?

Don’t get me started on the World War Z type. They don’t rot, they don’t suffer from freeze/thaw cycles, they can hunt down humans even without working sensory organs, their flesh is toxic to everything, they have perpetual motion with no energy input... that’s not an infectious organism, that’s a demonic infestation. Yet priests and holy water don’t do any good either. No ecological balance. Pfui.

With zombies that give at least a nod to real biology, something ought to eat them. Just as there are bacteria and other microbes that eat the various parasitic fungi of the world. Decomposers unite! You have nothing to lose but your depleted substrates!

So what kind of predators should there be for your unstoppable hordes? Go wild!

[uncivilcivilservice]

Louis or Daniel for the character ask prompt :)

Have both! First up is Louis

Sexuality Headcanon: So I know as far as canon is concerned, Louis is as bi as the rest of them, but honestly both mortal and vampire Louis give me gay asexual vibes. I don't think sex/equivalent blood drinking intimacy really occurs to him on a regular basis, but that's not to say he can't enjoy it when the occasion arises. I also just don't see him as particularly attracted to women (I know canon practically refutes this with Babette et al but still)

Gender Headcanon: Soft dusty gentleman. He's a man who is also a beleaguered wife and mother

A ship I have with said character: Armand/Louis is probably my main Louis ship? We deserved more elaboration on their time together, both in the past and present, in canon, and I will happily eat up any content that fills in the gaps there because their dynamic is interesting in terms of what it reveals about them

A BROTP I have with said character: Louis and Daniel. Something drew them together the night of that interview, and I love drawing parallels between them and just in general it feels like they either match really closely with some of their traits, or they contrast really starkly, and I think that can be interesting to play with. I also think Daniel is one of the other more human of the vampires. My Trinity Gate Book Club Boys.

A NOTP I have with said character: I would say Claudia but I've read some great fic that explored that uncomfortable relationship so idk if that counts

A random headcanon: He doesn't know what happened to some of the vampire cosplay items he was wearing during the interview, and he secretly worries they might turn up at some point because Daniel would make his life a living hell with them if he got the chance 🧛‍♂️

General Opinion over said character: He's soggy and dusty, he's the most beautiful thing most vampires have ever seen, he's the Finances Spouse, he doesn't know his times tables, he's catatonic, he's committing arson. Nobody is doing it like him

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Then my boy Daniel 🩵

Sexuality Headcanon: Again, canon wise I suppose he's bi, and I mostly agree with that, but I think he leans heavily towards romantic and sexual attraction to men. I don't think he ever really saw himself settling down with a woman and having kids and leading a normal heterosexual life

Gender Headcanon: Pretty much a cis guy, though he finds it fun on occasion to experiment with different presentations and fashions, especially for events and themed clubs etc. And I have a headcanon of him and Bianca going clubbing together while cross-dressing

A ship I have with said character: Armand/Daniel obviously, but also Marius/Daniel because goddammit my boy deserves all the devoted, ancient sugar daddies he can get okay

A BROTP I have with said character: Oh god so many, but since I already mentioned them, Daniel and Bianca! And I can make it angsty, as I headcanon that they got to know each other best while Daniel was still living with Marius, and Armand is happy to see them get along but feels weird about not having been there to see it develop

A NOTP I have with said character: Does 'whatever is happening in that show' count as a NOTP? 😅

A random headcanon: Oh god I have so many, I guess one would be that I view him as having been born in Ireland and his family having immigrated to the US when he was young, and his earliest memories are of the boat journey over

General Opinion over said character: He's my son, and my brain worms love the taste of his flesh, next question.

[lasplaga]

hc + 💉

hc + 🧼

-;┊ 𓆙 𝕺𝕺𝕮 ; ◥ 𓆙      —       𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬. --- Accepting!

For a 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍:

Lord Saddler is afflicted with many illnesses due to personifying Las Plagas & his worship of disease. Osmund's skin & soft-tissue is covered in necrotic patches, more than likely caused by a flesh-eating bacteria akin, if not streptococcus pyogenes ( necrotizing fasciitis ). This type of SSTI infection is incredibly rare & lethal to humans if left untreated --- HOWEVER, Lord Saddler presents his open sores & infectious muscle with pride with no apparent pain or discomfort! The slime that coats his outward exoskeletal mutations is pus that seeps on a regular basis, leaving his skull & spine moist... & INCREDIBLY DISGUSTING TO TOUCH. Seriously. Don't touch it.

This is hidden by his five layers of robe but viewable with free-cam, but portions of his body have become gangrene ( greenish / black ) & have exposed organs / tumors, predominantly upon his upper-half. This type of necrotizing mutation is actually seen in RE5's Type-3 Las Plagas & noted to be a Dominant / Master Las Plagas trait! However, his flesh is malleable due to being made of compressed parasitic cells, so these mutations can be shifted elsewhere or ridden entirely depending what form he utilizes. TLDR.... HE IS GROSS!

Under most circumstances I compare him to a walking corpse. Granted he consumes rotten / spoiled matter or swallows live rats & chickens whole ( thank Marcio Moreno for that! ) Osmund is infected with OUTSIDE parasites / viruses that more-or-less makes himself completely inedible to humans, or anything outside Los Illuminados sect. A walking biohazard in every single aspect.

For a 𝐇𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍:

If you think Lord Saddler ever bathes with soap & water, that's hysterical.

Per his own words & the cinematic director backing this up in regards to zealot behavior, he bathes in blight, which is the black water created by Las Plagas. The Monastery tainted the water supply in Valdelobos with this substance, hence the water-hall & sewers pumping the dark goo that it does. RARELY will he brush off molts from his own exoskeleton, but in terms of regular hygiene... he has none. I even went as far to check his model & every single tooth is ridden with cavities, that is the insane amount of detail Capcom went into. Even Chris Jane ( Osmund Saddler's VA ) suggests that he wears the same robes for days / weeks at a time without washing & is the equivalent of a gamer basement dweller. Now, is he wrong?

[hibiscuswolverine]

CHOMP MM

Hehe based on this lil ask here from @starlightshadowsworld:

I feel like Byakuya would fucking take a bite out of Makoto literally, like straight up eat his flesh with him watching, the two having a stare down as he chews. Then Byakuya leaves and never elaborates. And makoto just sits there confused as fuck.

Also filling my goretober quota ✌🏾(Cw for Cannibalism and gore) based off of her class 78 remnant AU

He wasn’t allowed on the furniture whenever he came to Togami’s base. Everything here was clean, oriental, and sterile no matter how much blood he witnessed caked on Byakuya on a near-daily basis. 

The old Byakuya he knew would sneer at this current Byakuya that took joy in getting soaked in the blood of others for his own entertainment. And he would have to agree this wasn’t the blonde that he knew and loved. He missed the Byakuya that would chew him out, yet still accompanied him around town, the school, and the park. They would sit and talk for hours and hours about nothing and everything, all the up until his… transformation.

Now all the blonde did was sit and stare with his cold red eyes, he was never sure what Byakuya could be thinking about whenever he did stare at him. If he had to guess maybe torture methods for any unfortunate victim? The following potential country to bomb? Perhaps something else that he rather not know any details about? Most likely and that was fine if he never found out!

All he hoped was that he wouldn’t become one of his special victims. Though he was sure if Byakuya did so, he’d probably be akin to a thanksgiving turkey that day and then he too would be like him, nothing but dead meat.

Despite a horrific fate, something in his mind couldn’t but smile at that fate. It seemed fitting for a rich asshole like him. Would he scream when the others caught him? Would bite, growl and snarl much like he did whenever they caught him for punishment? He wondered how they would cook him; his classmates were never that good of cooks so the blonde would probably be a disaster of seasonings and some doughnut sprinkles. 

Even if he was alive to witness from his spot on the floor, he knows he wouldn’t even get a chance to get a taste of what Byakuya’s flesh would taste like. He’d get scraps, things they found less desirable on Byakuya like his teeth, though if he were being honest with himself, they would probably only give him his bones. But that was enough to make his stomach growl at the thought, maybe he would get lucky and there would still be meat on it! He hasn’t eaten regular meat in so long, it would be his lucky day!

Deep in his thoughts, he didn’t even hear squeaky footsteps as they stormed up to him only realizing they were there after he found himself on his back, followed by throbbing on his side. He found himself looking up at Byakuya, who looked unreadable as usual.

Makoto tilted his head in confusion, as he blinked at the blonde. Said blonde was bent over staring him down, his eyes roaming over him with such concentration that it made him uncomfortable. But he knew better than to move, when Byakuya kicked, slapped, or stomped he did it hard. Suddenly he felt his arm being yanked up harshly, and before he could probably realize what the blonde was doing, a sharp pain ran through his arm followed by cool air in his veins that made him shiver slightly.

Another squelch filled his ears, followed by an intense tingly feeling that traveled down his arm. He could stare at Byakuya, as red caked his mouth, chewing aggressively, his eyes this time staring directly into his own. He could see the twinge of disgust in his eyes as chewed, then.

*Splat* Something wet splatted itself on his cheek, followed by extra spit courtesy of Byakuya as well. The blonde sneered at him as he stood up and walked away, leaving the brunette on the marbled floor dazed and confused as he stared blankly at the now U-shaped gap where his skin and muscle should be.

[quantumspacetime]

A Letter to My Absent Father (A Father's Day Musings)

Unfortunately, I’m part of the statistic of fatherless children. Although I am proud and blessed to be the son of a strong-willed woman, I also know that if my father would have been responsible, I would have grown up with a “complete family”, but that will never happen anymore.

I just want to preface this by saying that I have a great mother, uncles, and cousins, and I had a sister who supported me in more ways than one, but it does not equate to having an actual, physical father, which is not to say that their love for me was never enough. I just think that there is no stage in life where you can truly “get over” not having a father.

I’m reminded of it when I look back on my past relationships; when my best friend could call and talk to her dad about car repairs and house maintenance, or when I would see my cousins with their good relationship with their fathers. It’s a constant pain that thumps faintly and then spikes when the situation arises.

And after 24 years, I think it is time to tell you how I feel. So here it goes, my moment of release, therapy, and final eviction of all of the pain, and the years of carrying heavy emotions I had for my father.

Dear Pa,

Even using that word brings up images of pain, lonely nights, and years of questioning why I wasn’t enough for you. While I have forgiven you for only being human, the question remains: How on earth could you have abandoned me?

This letter is not to be hateful towards you. In fact, this letter was actually very hard for me to write. Throughout my life in the absence of you, I have learned that sometimes water is actually thicker than blood. Our paths have crossed from time to time, but the route always quickly faded.

I needed you and you just didn’t care. I wonder, how does one sleep at night not knowing if their own flesh and blood are breathing, eating, safe, and secure? I’m not sure if your lack of presence was a blessing or a curse. For years I have been waiting for you to step up and be a father. A simple phone call would be all it would take. Not just one phone call, but calling on a regular basis. A simple request to go out to eat and talk. The thing is, if you did that now, we would sit across from each other in silence–awkward silence. We would have nothing to talk about. We don't know each other.

Pa, it is not my job to try to foster this relationship. Nevertheless, I have tried for so many years to try to form some sort of relationship between us, but you always seemed less than interested. I have reached out so many times, but you have made little to no effort in trying to get to know me, your own son. I know how to get ahold of you, but I have no reason to do so. You have the title of “Papa” but the only reason you have that is because you are half of the reason why I am alive right now. There is no evidence of a connection deeper than that.

I do wish we had some sort of a relationship. I truly do. I had to grow up watching my friends have relationships with their fathers. It was strange. It was interesting. Ultimately, it was heartbreaking. It was heartbreaking knowing that I will never have that, or if I ever do, it will be right now, when I am older, and not when I needed it the most as a kid. It’s funny, really, that you were the first man to ever break my heart.

But you know what? Even though you have put me through countless hours of crying, and feeling hopeless because I just wanted to know what life would be like with you, I still do not hate you. Yes, you have hurt me, but you have taught me many things from hurting me. So I guess I just want to say thank you for everything you have taught me that you didn’t even know you were teaching me. Without your absence, my relationship might not be as strong as it is now with Mama. She is my cheerleader, the person I talk to when I feel like nobody will listen. She always says how proud of me she is, but I am just as proud of the woman she is. How she has raised me, and how she was there for me when you were never there.

You have taught me what not to be. You have shown me that one day when I have children, I will be the exact opposite of you. I will be loving, a good listener, caring, and most of all, I will be present. You have taught me how to forgive. I have accepted your failure to be in my life, and I have forgiven you for this a long time ago. I have forgiven you for the apology I have never received.

Most importantly though, I just want to thank you for being a huge part of making me who I am today. I’m sorry that you missed out on something and someone so great. But I guarantee that I won’t let your actions break me. Despite not having you around, I turned out to be a pretty great person, Pa. I plan on going places and making something of myself. Even though I have no reason to make you proud, I do. That is what I have been trying to do my whole life, make you proud. I thought if I could make you proud, you would stick around. Age, however, has taught me that pleasing people won't make them stay. I want you to stick around because you want to.

This Father’s Day, I will smile and celebrate the good fathers around me. This day is about the fathers who stuck around, not the ones who walked away.

With love,

Your pinakapoging anak

love always,

Gerson

[dailybeastarsthings]

Chapter 62 – A Belated Welcome Wagon

The shift was getting late at the Bebebe Udon Noodle Shop once again, and Legoshi was doing a splendid job handing out orders to be taken out to the customers. After months, he was finally able to let go of his withdrawal symptoms, making him able to communicate better with herbivores instead of craving for their flesh. There was one very special herbivore, however, who he especially wanted to communicate with.

Louis was waiting outside for him as they planned to walk home together after Legoshi’s shift. He was both nervous and impatient, constantly checking the time on his watch. Finally, at around 11 p.m., Legoshi walked out of the Noodle Shop and hugged Louis. His warmth melted away all the stress, which grew in him.

‘Hello, darling’

‘Hello, floofster. How was your day?’ Louis asked.

‘Well, you know, just the regular. Serving students at the university, then serving guests here. Time flew by really quick. Other than that, I can’t really say anything new. How about you?’

‘I had a pretty ok day, too. The Economy teacher announced a new test for two weeks from now. It’s really hard to meet his expectations so I’m not sure how often we’ll be able to meet. But we can still have dinner together on Sunday’ he said. smiling softly at Legoshi.

Things were going really well for the two. They were able to meet quite often, thanks to Legoshi’s second job, and even after that, Louis waited for him on most days to finish work and walk together. If they had some free time, they planned outings on weekends, too. Now that he was able to set his withdrawal symptoms away, Legoshi was thinking about taking a step forward and making things more serious between them.

When they got to the hidden condo, Legoshi hugged Louis once again before saying goodbye, who in return, kissed him on the cheek.

‘Louis!’ Legoshi gasped, flustered.

‘Oh, come now, don’t be so shy’ Louis replied with a coy smile on his face. ‘It’s the least I can do. You should try it some time, too.’

The deer was ready to walk home, chuckling to himself for a bit but Legoshi stepped in front of him, grabbed his hand and licked his face.

‘Like this?’ Legoshi asked, tilting his head curiously. Louis blinked rapidly for a few seconds in surprise.

‘That was… oddly… um… doglike’ he said. ‘But I suppose that will do.’

Legoshi wagged his tail in excitement, licking Louis’ face once more.

‘Okay, okay, that will be enough’ Louis laughed. ‘It tickles!’

The two hugged one more time before parting ways and Legoshi walked inside the apartment building. The landlord was already waiting for him.

‘Oh, finally’ she said. ‘This enormous package arrived for you.’

‘Really? I don’t remember ordering anything. Maybe my grandpa sent it?’ Legoshi replied.

‘It came from the police station. I never thought a resident from the Hidden Condo would receive such honor!’

Legoshi looked around the two big boxes, then removed a brown envelope from the side of one. Inside it was a letter, in which the officers of the department thanked him for stopping the drug dealers. He explained the contents of the letter to the landlord.

‘Well done, Legoshi’ she praised him ‘Now, go on and open the box!’ she nudged him curiously.

Legoshi placed his claw against the duct tape and gently moved his hand along it. It only took a moment for a sweet scent to hit his nose. He quickly opened the box to see if it really was what he thought it would be.

‘It’s rice cake!’ he yelled in excitement. ‘Lots of rice cakes!’

For society, rice cakes were a delicacy only the elite could afford to purchase on a regular basis. Most of the other animals relied on normal bread instead.

‘Seriously, how many did they put in here!?’ Legoshi asked as he counted the many small packages of the delicacy in the box.

‘Oh please, they eat our taxes away anyway. This little gesture costs them little to nothing.’

‘Please don’t talk like that.’

Legoshi took the boxes in his room and neatly placed them in the corner. He couldn’t help himself, though, and took a rice cake out of the box. He carefully opened the package and  took the rice cake out. He savored its sweet scent for a moment before taking a bite out of it. The sensation spreaded through his body in a rush full of rich and sweet flavor. The soft texture felt wonderful against his teeth after months of tough bread. To make it last longer, he only took small bites of it.

The next day, he shared the exciting news with Seven and Sagwan. Together, they wrote a sign, inviting all neighbors to the rice cake roast that saturday night,  and placed it at the entrance of the condo.

‘I hope everyone comes’ Sagwan said.

‘To be honest, I wouldn’t be doing this if Seven didn’t give me that advice’ Legoshi said.

‘You seriously have to expand your circle of friends beyond Sagwan and me’ Seven scolded Legoshi.

‘I wonder what the other residents are like…’ Legoshi thought. ‘They’ve probably got some serious issues if they are living in a condo in the middle of this crime-filled district. Although, probably not as serious as mine…’

Finally, Saturday came and a handful of the residents gathered on the rooftop. Legoshi borrowed a shichirin from the restaurant for the roast.

‘Why don’t we get to know each other better while we wait for the rice cakes to roast?’ Legoshi suggested. The others nodded in agreement.

‘Okay, so what’s the deal with you, Steller’s Sea Eagle and Mongolian Gerbil from 602?’ Sagwan asked. ‘Are you like a couple or something?’

‘Sagwan! For the love of Rey! Be more respectful!’ Seven yelled.

‘Nah, it’s cool’ the eagle said. ‘Anyways, I’m Raika and I'm 21 years old. This is my roommate, Fina. And no, we’re not a couple. I’m just freeloading off of her. Thanks to Fina, I’m able to eat every day and I have a roof over my head.’

‘Freeloading!?’ Seven shouted, insulted by the very idea. ‘You mean you provide for him?’

‘That’s right’ Fina said. ‘I’m working my butt off at an advertising agency. Using the public transport would be too dangerous for me. Yes, he might be an irresponsible young eagle, but he has a flying license and is a damn good flyer. Besides, I can call him to fly me whenever I want. I can also make him run small errands for me. Having this extra comfort in my life is worth the risk of all the danger, trust me.’

‘Thank you, but I’m anything but a danger, belive me’ Raika said. ‘Besides, it’s way better to have food and shelter than having a one-night-only feast.’

‘When I have someone staying the night to eat, you better watch what you say ‘cause I can kick you out whenever I want.’

‘Hey! Don’t be so cold! Let’s live together forever!’

‘Your parents are crying their eyes out so don’t point your beak at me.’

‘Oh, look! This batch is ready!’ Legoshi said awkwardly to break up the argument. Everyone took out a plate and got a rice cake from the shichirin. They put a new batch up to roast and sat down on the floor to eat.

‘I would like to take the opportunity to introduce myself’ a white bird said. ‘I’m Ebisu from 304 and I’m an albino crow. I train every day so I can defend myself if anyone tries to capture me to sell off to an exotic animals collector.’

Finally, the other animals were slowly opening up, too.

‘That sounds dangerous. I hope you’ll be fine!’ a canine resident said. ‘My name is Mugi from 202, and I’m a Shiba Inu. I’m a photographer working with models for calendars. I’m able to take this year easy thanks to my last paycheck I got at the end of the year. By the way, I brought some soy sauce and sweet bean paste if you’d like.’

‘Typical condiments for a Japanese dog…’ a bear added sarcastically. ‘Anyways… I’m Bogue from 201 and I’m an Asian Black Bear. I’m writing novels online.’

A pig took the opportunity to introduce himself.

‘I’m Eugene from 403. I’m a taxidermist in my regular job, but I also like molding figurines from clay. I’m currently open for commissions so hit me up if you need anything.’

It was Legoshi’s turn to speak up. He gulped in his nervousness.

‘I’m Legoshi the grey wolf from 504. I’m a predatory offender. I dropped out of high school this year. Currently, I’m working two jobs. I work as an employee in a buffet at Galdona University. and in the afternoon and night, I work at the Bebebe Udon Noodle Shop.’

‘I knew you were familiar from somewhere when I was at Bebebe a few days ago!’ Mugi said. ‘I hope one day ou’ll host an udon night, too!’

‘I can certainly try if the others would be interested, too’ Legoshi offered with a smile, to which the others reacted happily.

‘What about you, seal?’ Fina asked.

‘My name is Sagwan from Room 207. I’m a spotted seal and currently, I’m learning here to translate the land books into seaspeak.’

‘That’s fascinating!’ Eugene said. ‘Do you like it here?’

‘Well, yes, but I do get homesick from time to time.’

‘You mean seasick?’ Raika asked. Everyone burst out laughing. When they all calmed down, wiping the tears from their eyes, Seven spoke up.

‘Well, first of all, the second batch is ready so everyone take out their plates. Also, I’m Seven from Room 505. I’m a merino sheep and I’m working at a sporting goods company as an office assistant.’

They all enjoyed the night, each others’ company and, most importantly, the rice cake, talking about life events, plans and dreams, joking around from time to time until very late. When it was time to leave, Sagwan called Legoshi aside.

‘Thank you for tonight, Legoshi. Now I’m certain that I don’t regret stepping out of the sea.’

‘I feel the same, Sagwan… I don’t regret dropping out og high school.’

They said their goodbyes and Legoshi got back into his apartment. He took a moment to reflect on his most recent life events: dropping out of high school with a criminal record, finally getting a job after moving into the Hidden Condo and confessing his feelings to Louis. After living a solitary life for a few months now, he was finally content with what he had: a roof over his head, friends, and someone to love.

‘Oh, I need to be at the noodle shop by 6, I better set my alarm and go to sleep, it’s getting very late’ he said to himself. ‘I don’t want to look like a worn-out rag during our dinner with Louis.’

He looked at the box in the corner, which still had a few rice cakes in it. He was very thankful for the police station’s generous gift. From the corner of his eyes, however, he saw something red at the bottom of the box, too. He stepped closer, only to find an envelope, sealed shut with red wax.

He opened the envelope and took out a letter from it, which read:

‘Dear Legoshi,

On behalf of Yafya, the Sublime Beastar, you are invited for dinner this Sunday night at 8 o’clock at the Beastar’s office at 1694 Main Street. Please abide by the dress code of such an occasion.

Yours sincerely,

The Sublime Beastar’s Assistant’.

‘Huh… I already have plans for tomorrow. I’ll have to send a letter to them about this, first thing in the morning. I’m sure he will understand. Though, it would have been better to find this letter a few days earlier, so it wouldn’t have been a last minute notice…’ he sighed.

With an internal debate in his head, he went to bed and argued himself to sleep.

Cast your vote by Wednesday, June 21.

[dark-ambition]

((I got a real fun potential headcanon for Angel Dust that I think would be real fun to RP, especially if any muses want to go for the corruption angle…

See the basis for this idea is that Angel Dust, unknowingly, has this intense craving for blood and raw flesh, from any manner of creature. The craving comes on the most intensely when it comes to freshly shed blood, and the blood and flesh that he craves the most tends to be that of sentient demons, rather than livestock or regular animals. He hasn’t noticed it over the years of killing demons on the sly and often being surrounded by blood and dead demon meat simply because he just sort of chalked it up to some weird adrenaline side effect mixed with all sorts of drug cravings that made him drool and quiver and his stomach grumble at the sight of the dead, so he has yet to really realize that he actually is physically compelled to drink blood/eat flesh like he is.

What he also doesn’t know is that blood and demonic flesh actually is something his body craves because it needs it in order to grow stronger and more powerful, sort of like a vitamin that he’s been unintentionally depriving his body of and always leaving him much weaker than he normally should be. Due to the total deprivation of any blood and demonic flesh, his webs and hidden strength factor (noted in his bio) have been greatly diminished and are far from their proper potential, with him barely able to spin enough web to make a ball the size of yarn that’s easily snappable before he runs out or lift anything super heavy, and the use of his larger spider limbs that can emerge from his back have gone entirely unknown from Angel simply because he’s too malnourished to even summon them or know that they’re there. His venom is also watered down and incapable of much damage due to the lack of proper nutrients in the absence of blood, and overall, Angel is always left with a vague feeling of fatigue and exhaustion and hunger, which is only made even worse thanks to the unhealthy drug habits and crash diet routines that Valentino all but locks him into, on top of his already strenuous work ethic. Little does he know how much stronger he could end up becoming if he discovered the hunger that his body so desperately wants to sate, and what else he might unlock if he ever begins to regularly feed…

So if anyone wants to have their muse unknowingly help Angel discover this hidden hunger and then potentially exploit it so as to drive Angel deeper and deeper into a darker, more corrupted version of himself…IM me.))

[childofchrist1983]

We have heard the phrase, "You are what you eat". Consider what you consume and put into your body on a regular basis: Do you think that you treat your body as a temple of the Holy Ghost? I know that I have been guilty of gluttony and have had other issues that I am not proud of.

This life is a gift, and we only have one shot. What a shame it is to waste our time and health on weaknesses of the flesh. Sadly, in these modern times, gluttony is all the more dangerous a deadly sin.

Our bodies are a temple for the Holy Ghost. May God give us this day our daily bread, and the strength and wisdom to accept only our daily amount. Let us pray that the LORD God helps us to approach all things with moderation, but know that we are sinners. We often want what we cannot have, and that which we do have, we want more of. May He hold our hand and show us the path towards a healthy and loving relationship with Him daily.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time daily to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

[commaclear]

Today a chapter of breakup algebra resurfaced in my head and it reminded me how much I want to bash htid Wilbur’s head in with a brick until his brain is pulverized. I can’t even say why I want to kill him with fire because if I do it’s just gonna be another thing where the second someone who knows me sees it they’re gonna be like “lol you’re kinda like Wilbur” and I’m not like him. I don’t wanna be like him. He’s so pathetic and mentally ill in ways that I don’t wanna be. Comma I want to strangle him. It’s gotten to the point where it pains me to look at him.

There is nothing worse than reading htid bc I need to make sure something I’m saying aligns or bc I get bored and seeing that bitch pull the stupid shit. Because I go “ugh he’s a fucking dumbass” and “if someone pulled that with me I would yell at them” BUT THE PROBLEM IS THAT I AM DOING THE SAME SHIT HE DOES ON A REGULAR BASIS. AND GOD I HATE HIM. IF THIS IS WHAT SELF AWARENESS IS I NO LONGER WANNA BE SELF AWARE

-Quackity analysis anon

This is such a fascinating ask... I want to take samples and study them under a microscope, I want to put a chip in its ear and release it into the wilderness, I want to study its behavior in the wild for years, I want to ethically put it to sleep and perform a full autopsy, I want to pour those flesh-eating beetles on it to strip it down to its bare bones and then assemble the skeleton in a T-pose, I want to put it in my front lawn and hang a sign on it that says "Go To Therapy"