#SLUDGEPOST

[carbon8dhellsludge]

good evening . has any1 done this yet

[girlsludged]

obsessed with 29-year old clocky Doomgirl

[shadow-the-hedgehogs-cartoon-gun]

Soup could fix me. Soup could save me rn

[neighbourhoodghostgirl]

im such a sludgepilled gunkcell

[carbon8dhellsludge]

funny little animal in my copmuter

[caius-hhhhhh]

tag yourself, i’m bottom right

I like pictures of destroyed Scrub Daddys

[icewaterdrbridge]

THE SLUDGE?!

[shadow-the-hedgehogs-cartoon-gun]

Rip Dave Homestuck you would've loved joey valence and brae

[itsbunreal]

god we could use some sludge right around now

[comrade-slugcat]

Computer Google search how to find sludge,

where to buy sludge

Sludge prices

Slugle stores near me

[caius-hhhhhh]

I was the person who didn’t want to have my picture taken in senior year. I made less of a deal of it than I did when I was younger, but just in general, when someone offered to take a picture of a group, I would sneak away and be unobtrusive. To be honest, I didn’t really even get comfortable taking pictures of myself until my early twenties when I started SSRIs.

On the final day of my senior year, all my friends were gathered in front of a local shop to sign yearbooks and say goodbye. Someone yells “let’s all take a picture together!” and I say, halfway exasperated and halfway joking: “Oh, haha, do we have to…”

One of the people in my general friend group who I’ve spent a lot of time with, but never been exceptionally close with, yells: “OH MY GOD, CAIUS, LITERALLY NO ONE CARES.” My dislike of being photographed had clearly been bothering them to such an extent that they needed to take the opportunity of us being all together for the last time (and I never spoke to them after this point, despite us living in the same city) to yell at me about it.

NTA.

For the record, anon, I do look back at a lot of the photographs I took during high school and notice how little my actual face appears in them. But I always do that with the knowledge that I wasn’t, at the time, ready: and like I do when I compare some of my old artwork or anything similar, I look at the selfies I’m able to take, comfortably, now, and see how far I’ve come.

It’s not your fault. I have no doubt that you will, in time, learn to be alright with taking pictures of yourself. But it took me a long time, and had more to do with my mental health than really anything else. Don’t let other people make you feel bad for not being at that stage yet.

AITA for not refusing to have my picture taken?

I (18NB) really hate taking pictures. It's a combination of privacy concerns (big social media gets me really paranoid), not udnerstanding the point, and, admittedly, a self-image problem. To elaborate on the latter two, I don't really understand the point of taking photos, no matter how much it's explained to me, maybe because I'm not a sentimental person. The concept of "having a memory immortalized" feels unnecessary (what's wrong with forgetting?), and posting it on social media... see point number one.

When it comes to self-image, that's a lot more touchy. I'll be honest: I really hate how I look, especially in photos. I guess I'm just not a photogenic person, but I always come out looking unideal, for lack of better term, to the point that even seeing a picture of myself makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

Here's where I think I might be TA.

Last school year was my senior year in high school, so naturally, my friends and I made lots of memories together. But no matter where we went, if we took a picture, I adamantly refused to be in it, even if they pleaded with me. A lot of the time, it'd turn into a huge, often public, debacle: my friends, frantically waving or shouting at me to get into frame, or reshuffling to get me into frame, or dragging me into line to take a photo (we're touchy-feely people, so this isn't weird for us), and me, walking away as fast as possible.

Reflecting on it, I feel like I did them a disservice. A lot of people like looking back at pictures (and one of my friends also really loves photography), and I think it wasn't right of me to refuse them that, especially since I wouldn't even be looking at those photos. I'm also a private person who hates airing out dirty laundry. For that reason, I framed my argument as more of a philosophical one than one on personal comfort, so to them, I just act the way I do because of some weird moral high ground. I also feel like it made them feel like I don't want to remember them, and that now that we're separated, I'll happily forget them. And, since this would happen when we were doing fun things together, I really feel like I kept ruining everyone's days or lowering the mood for the sake of my personal comfort.

I don't know. I really feel like I keep blowing up a normal, small thing, but at the same time, I can't help feeling the way I do. Please tell me: AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[daisy-bub]

turns into a viscous sludge with meat chunks floating in it that tastes like rust

[sivon-acidwyrm-collections]

MASSIVE SLUDGEPOSTING GO!!!!

All of the recent doodles with da sludge/tar, perhaps more written and drawn information for you to know about this thing!

A big ramble of it's lore and behaviour incoming here:

First weeks in the Tar Beach

The Sludge is born from a chemical mixture combined with a meal, unintentionally thrown into the Tar Beach as food. With such chemical reactions, developed the energy production between a particular section of the sludge, creating the sentient being.

It didn't stay for long in the Tar Beach, already looking for anything to mimic as it wanted to move out. To be free and think for itself. And explore. But most of the individuals it has seen, it will struggle to stay stable while resembling them. They're either floating, have such incomprehensible physics it's difficult to mimic them without falling apart, or straight up impossible to impersonate.

Which is why it really took a liking for Ena, mimicking her hungover form. And it'll take this form as it's default appearance, making sure it can be actually respected among individuals.

To be or not to be a person

It always sees itself as a sludge, a mixture of a biological mess and garbage. No matter how much it becomes alike to a person, how much it has grown a mind to be read by other mind-readers, gain an actual reputation in cities, it will always be in it's heart, a Sludge. A tar.

It can call itself both a person and a thing. Being a thing does not dehumanize it, it refers to the Sludge directly. But calling it a person is also acceptable as well, since it thinks, reasons and questions like a person would. Despite it's odd birth and existence, it wants to be among people, to belong and think with them.

The Sludge is in the middle of being a person and a thing, it's not dehumanizing or humanizing if you call it one thing or another. Because it's both. It's also why it will always prefer to be called it/it's. No amount of identities set by society would cling to itself, and it decides what it'll like to be labeled. And it'll be labeled as a sludge in gender and species.

The capabilities of it's form

As warnings are applied to the Tar Beach, it will also be applied to the Sludge. One of those warnings is to avoid swimming in the tar, for the inevitability of the sludge to melt you into nothing to digest your nutrients. One touch is enough for it to pull you down to the depths, melting everything off of you to gain any sort of food it will eat.

It is why it should be avoided to attack the Sludge closely, because it can melt parts of your body with it's touch, feeding itself and removing you bit by bit until there's nothing left of you. And cutting it into pieces is... Not much of a good action. It can continue functioning without an arm, because it's a separate, functioning part of itself.

The Sludge can handle slithering through thin spaces, as long as it's eyes can fit through. These eyes are the most stable parts of itself, usually staying consistent in size and capable of being grabbed. It wouldn't like to have them grabbed, so it's more likely that they'll either float through it's body, or eat you when you try to grab it.

Based on it's rate of agitation, it can generate bubbles and foam from it's insides, sounding like it's gurgling or popping when communicating. These bubbles are acidic, as well as foul-smelling.

Since it is capable of shifting its colors and textures (just enough to not feel like a thick liquid moss), it can form complex patterns on top of it's body, appearing more eye-catching, confusing and even pretty to an extent. Though there's a reason why it looks so simple most of the time: it takes energy to shift the colors and keep it stable.

It eats randomized meals each day, but it'll take a lot to be able to look like it wears a dress or garment, since it needs to make itself more varied in texture and colors, which exhausts it's energy faster. Especially since it's not an enormous amount of sludge, but rather medium-sized.

Being with Ena?

It mimics one of her forms, which should raise suspicion of it's appearance and why it chooses to stay in such a form. It could attempt to take her place, to eat her so no one will know where she truly went, anything to kill her. Yet it doesn't. Why?

It's because it wants to live with people. Not take her place, but to live. To exist. This is why it has no problems being in the same space as her, other than being... A little awkward, since how would the other person feel if they're mimicked?

And it also sees Ena as a person, a being to interact with, with unique quirks, behaviour and experience. There's always something the Sludge can learn from her, as she lived way longer and seen more things than it has done.

It doesn't have enough experience to be properly sociable with people, so there isn't much of a problem for Ena to have other than the occasional, bewildered comments of "you ate the most horrible slop and you were fine?! What do you even eat?" whenever she has the Sludge around.

[stimpry]

im sludgeposting again

[airinyourtires]

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