#SO ANYWAY THE BACKSTORY FOR THESE PIECES THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR THAT WILL MAKE THIS POST VERY UNNECESSARILY LONG

[toastedjeans]

So anyway i made a pizza tower oc/self insert/fanchild?? Technically?? If you squint.....

Their name's Ziti and they're Peppino and Gustavo's adopted "kid" (they're around 16). If you saw this post before, i aged them down a bit and changed/got rid of a few other things.

Anyway, some info about them below

I'm still too lazy to put all this into sentences and in an order that makes sense so here's a bigass list

They were adopted by Peppino and Gustavo after the tower fell

Used to work in the tower in the background, probably in a computer room. There was never much work there so they often fell asleep or doodled on the side. When there was work it was very stressful for them and they were easily overwhelmed. They never took days off cause they felt they didn't deserve to. Still, they desperately need a break (more on that in the backstory post)

Very anxious, but unlike Peppino, their anxiety does not turn into rage, just more anxiety and later on extreme tiredness. They're always tired tbh

Likes goofing around with Gustavo. He's the slightly sillier dad, while Peppino is slightly more caring and comforting (he can relate to the trans struggles. We love trans Peppino in this house). Of course, they're both caring and silly and great dads and love their kid very much

Random headcanon that Gustavo likes picking up people as a sign that he likes them a lot, and you know he often does that to Ziti (and Peppino lol)

Absolutely cannot cook, they WILL burn the kitchen down while trying to boil water. Please for the love of pizza do NOT let them near any kitchen. Peppino is honestly amazed by how bad someone's cooking skills can be (he says they're worse than Maurice's, which is saying a lot)

Not used to physical affection, at first only cuddles with Brick. Touch starved as hell.

Fakey is kinda like a mix between a best friend, a big brother, and a weird pet to them. It's weird at first, seeing how he resembles one of their dads so much, but they eventually get used to it

An awkward piece of ham™, but there's a silly goofy goober under all that anxiety

They always put other's needs in front of theirs, resulting in them neglecting their own needs because they're "not important enough" in their mind.

Always tries doing things on their own because they don't like bothering others, even if they know they can't do it alone. Will not actively ask for help but will reluctantly accept it when offered.

Giving gifts is their love language. Gives gifts randomly whenever they find something, but still feels bad when they don't have a gift on a special day (birthdays, Christmas, etc), or if they think their gift is lame

They're very forgetful, but they do remember tiny things nobody cares about. Will forget your birthday, but remembers that they once saw a frog jump directly into water and exactly how the resulting splash looked. This has no significance to anything at all, but they do remember it!

No fashion sense. At all. I mean look at them. Bland white ass. (No wonder tbh if you know where they come from)

Very pale, often got called a vampire or zombie when they were younger. Peppino and Gustavo sometimes lovingly refer to them as their little Mozzarella (despite both of them being smaller than Ziti)

Lastly, they're strangely obsessed with Noisette's cooking. Their favorite is her peanut butter spaghetti. Never gets sick from any of her food. They're not picky is all I'm saying. (Kinda explained in the backstory post)

[beanghostprincess]

zolu or frobin for the ship thing!!

YAY I THOUGHT NOBODY WOULD ASK ME ANYTHING NGL AUIBFJKASFDFBFASBFJK

zolu: they make me mentally, physically, and spiritually ill. they're one of my favorite ships if not my favorite ship of all one piece. actually heavily surprised they aren't more popular, but i'm glad opla is kind of changing that. anyway- i've been shipping them since day 1. zoro's devotion to luffy is something i will never get tired of. the fact that he does not believe in any god canonically but the way he follows luffy is so easy to compare to religious imagery makes me weak in the knees and wanting to curl up and cry. zoro is luffy's anchor and the one that guides him when he's lost, and luffy is the one that saved zoro from a life of loneliness and gave him the chance to follow a dream he would have never fulfilled if he had continued on his own. luffy is, kind of literally, his sun. and i'm not even talking about moon/sun dynamics. i don't even consider them to be that specific trope. luffy is literally his sun and god and best friend and boyfriend and captain and everything. if you ask zoro what is luffy for him? his everything. that silly rubber guy? his captain. his sun. his moon. his stars. his dream. also!!! people never talk about luffy's pov when it comes to zolu, and it makes me so so so mad!!!! because his perception of zoro is so beautiful. luffy trusts him with his whole soul and would leave the crew on his bare hands if he needed to. zoro's his first mate. that's a captain's heart, man. luffy might be the captain but he's emotional and irrational, and he listens to what zoro has to say. their silent communication makes me want to bang my head against the concrete floor. luffy relies on him and zoro lets his guard down when it comes to luffy. they're so in love, whether you see it romantically or platonically... i love that they're so clingy and silly and so so so powerful together. if something happened to the other their worlds would literally be completely ruined. their love literally goes beyond romantic and platonic. they're the perfect definition of queer platonic. honestly, i'm not fond of luffy in sexual situations but when it comes to zolu it's just so easy to picture them being so so intimate... i'm gonna cry writing this they're so dear to me.

frobin: i want them to adopt me so damn much. my parents. mom and dad. i usually hate it when people use family labels when it comes to found family, because the point of found family is that they're not a conventional family but they love each other even more deeply than a blood related one does. however, this is my exception because i really really really think they give married vibes and i want them as my parents. their dynamic is so good!! perhaps it's just the fact that their arcs are basically the same one and they're the main characters of water 7/enies lobby (along with our dear god usopp. shout out to my boyfriend out there!!) but their backstories and dynamic are sooooo satisfactory and angsty and domestic to watch (yes, all at the same time). robin's personality is gentle and sweet but also kind of dark and satiric, with a lot of pain behind from her past. franky, on the other hand, is a big, funny, eccentric and extremely adorable guy with an emotional touch and a lot of energy. at first it's just "big funny guy x sweet gentle girl" but in reality is "big funny guy that always takes care of everyone with a smile on his face and is extremely protective of the one he loves x sweet gentle girl that is learning how to enjoy life and will protect her new family at all costs". it's not just the angst and hurt/comfort of it all, though! i love the fact that she's satiric and dark and he's just- he's just fucking scared of her sometimes. and tbh if you're not scared of your hot, goth, intelligent wife, what's the point? you know that meme of will smith showing off his wife? that's literally them. robin does anything and he's there supporting her. franky does anything and she's there saying "that idiot right there is my husband *tiny giggle*". anyway, basically they're very gentle and domestic and i wish my parents loved me the way they would please please franky and robin kiss get married and then adopt me plea-

TL;TR: i love both ships a lot! 10/10 <3

[beardedmrbean]

Ravioli/raviolo anon here. It occurred to me that I never followed up on my story of how I escaped my roommate's various attempts on my life and I managed to dodge them all like some drunken Mr. Bean. (Is that what I said? I hardly remember, lol. For the record, I don't really drink so much anymore. After I walked home from a birthday celebration a few years back (it wasn't a rager or anything, the bar was just across the road and my birthday is in February so we didn't want to go far) and coldcocked my dome running at top speed into a fence (I was trying to make it into the exit gate before it closed, didn't realize there was a post that came out horizontally across because I don't see very well on account of the fact that I wear colored lenses), I cracked my skull and you can still see where I hit the fence (on my head, I mean, it was a wrought iron fence so I assume I didn't damage it but I never checked), so that's when I realized it was time to slow down).

So it WAS a true story, (I don't really watch television or read much though so if it does resemble a piece of media, I wouldn't know it, lol). Anyway, since I tend to ramble, I will make an effort to keep this in the realm of "less than a novel" but I can't exactly make any promises. I don't know how to add a "read more" or anything fancy like that so in the interest of shortening it I won't be offended if you screenshot only the important parts or even just don't answer it, lol.

There's a little bit of backstory about how I ended up living with the roommate and why he wanted to kill me, long story short he was in the hole about $1600 with me because he bought a motorcycle from me but was "still making payments" on it. He suggested I come room with him in this cheap apartment while we both drove for UPS for peak season. He got fired day two on the job, and so after that he planned to rob me as soon as I finished the season. (In addition to never paying for the bike). I'm a simple guy, though, so I really only had my truck (worthless) and a mattress, and I was just working for the love of the sport so I sent all my checks to my mother and had her send me back a hundred a week. So he can't rob me, so he decides at this point he's mad enough to kill me, and thinks himself pretty clever and that he can do it without getting caught.

About a week into this nonsense, he tells me he's got a job interview in NYC or something, he's gonna be gone tonight, whatever. I'm like, fine, no big deal, hope you get the job, buddy, I'm pretty terrible at this whole UPS thing so I'll be back at midnight or something when I'm done my route. I get home, and I'm about to go to bed, and that's when I decided at about 1AM I sincerely want a grilled cheese sandwich. So I got up, drove across town, and went over to a buddy's house for grilled cheese at 1AM. Come to find out we had a gas leak all night and my roommate is just VERY SHOCKED that we BOTH happened to be out, what are the odds. I'm all "hey, man, God is good, I'll drink to that, get me another beer".

Not long after that, I finish my route at who friggin' knows how late, I'm the last guy in the lot, even the security guards have gone home, and my truck (which cannot be locked, I don't have a key for the door so I leave it unlocked) is, what the heck, locked. I have no way of calling my roommate (same reason why I drove across town to find my buddy instead of just calling and asking: I didn't have a phone at the time), and it's looking like I might just freeze to death out here because it's -3F and it's after midnight in New England, so there's nobody out and about. Well, nobody, except this old Russian guy who sees me standing next to my truck, asks if I need help, and when I tell him I'm locked out, he tells me he's been in prison a few times for carjacking and will get me into my truck in no time. Which he does. So I bring him home with me and we have a beer (he had a few more than me, I had to work in the morning. You know how it is.) (And for the record I have never driven under the influence. I didn't go to college, my CDL is all I have. I don't dick around with that.)

So at this point, my roommate is pretty pissed. I'm either too hammered or too tired to notice. UPS is really kicking my ass. It's finally Christmas time, time to celebrate the end of peak season with a trip to the bar, oorah. He gives me a bottle of Poland Springs and says to drink the whole thing, it's water and we're gonna be drinking hard tonight, gotta hydrate or die-drate, bitch. I knock it back and wouldn't you know it, that son of a bitch didn't give me water, this is straight Everclear. I get to the bar and I'm already sick, I go straight to the toilet and barf all over the place. Somewhere along the line I went up to the bar and started dozing off, at which point they kicked me out, so roommate says "don't worry, I'm gonna take him home". Not sure what the plan from there was, tbqh. I DO know that I realized about halfway out of the city that we weren't headed back to our apartment, and that we were headed towards either Connecticut or NYC, and I told him I wanted to go back home because I did NOT want to go to NYC because if we were going to NYC, that meant we were probably going to watch Eric Andre with his boring cousin in Queens and I was really not in the mood. I'm pretty sure he planned on dumping me somewhere on the highway where I'd freeze to death, and I was slipping back and forth out of consciousness, but I was SO consumed by how badly I did NOT want to go to Queens and watch Eric Andre, I called the cops and told them I was being kidnapped to watch Eric Andre. They were more concerned about the kidnapping part for some reason, (criminal restraint, I think is actually what they called it), caught up to roommate and I halfway out of Clifton Park (we'd apparently been doing 110MPH on the freeway and he was swerving all over the place) and he got arrested.

The next morning the cops told me I should press charges, but that meant staying in the state (because I'd have to be there when it went to trial) and I had other plans. So, I let karma do its work on the roommate (no idea where he is now or what's become of him, but I do know he lost his license and later blew every cent he had on some raffle scam for a Toyota out in California), packed up my stuff, and moseyed on.

I'm marathoning The Twilight Zone with a friend online today (watching the same eps on the same service) this was wilder than any episode I've seen ever.

[mioyeo]

8 makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of , depression , crying , yelling , break downs, slapping , secrets being revealed, influential parents , threatening , talks of suicide, arguing , overworking, please tell me if I forget something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez or their families in any type of way

For every new chapter I’ll place this (🟢) beside it in the masterlist so you guys know that the chapter is new and was posted recently

Tag list : @veneziamadness , @hcyaa , @sadcoffeecritic , @aapplepii , @lavishloving , @dogsongy , @acciocriativity , @k33vad3la , @seonghwifey , @hanjihyun23 , @yunhoswrld123 , @cqndiedcherries , @miriamxsworld , @belle643 , @pandyandy71-blog , @mothworked , @kpop-4-ever ,

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Word count : 1,5k

San’s backstory

Evening sky deepened into blue and purple as the wind swayed together with the leaves leaving a calm but breezy feeling against his skin

He had just finished his night self-learning classes and was on the way home

The thing is San didn't want to go home yet , he never wanted to return home and have to hear his dad's rambling about his business meetings

Or his parents praising his sister for being a top student and winning all sorts of awards

The boy was tired already, not only were his parents pushy but everyone and everything was to much for him to handle

His mental health hasn't been improving like how he wanted too , and it wasn't easier to get it to improve with many people expecting him to follow their commands

Crying at night to relieve stress wasn't a thing anymore , after being giving a lecture of how he didn't have the right to cry if everything is being provided to him without hesitation by his parents

Never understood why crying and feeling down was basically taboo in his household , he admitted to being weak sometimes but in the eyes of others it was seen as unacceptable

You can't always expect someone to be always on their best , there a good days just as there are bad days

It's been a long time he's been depressed, nobody knew but himself about his condition

He even had a therapist that he had sessions with secretly behind his parents backs

They'd faint if they found out that their so perfect son was crumbling onto pieces each day , having unpleasant thoughts he didn't wish to have

Grabbing the keys he unlocked the front door seeing everyone at the  dinner table enjoying themselves chitchatting

" Ah San you're home , how was school? "

His mother asked without even looking at him making him feel invisible in his own house

" I-It was alright "

He removed his shoes and made his way toward his room but was stopped

" Your sister won a award today for the math championship that was held at your school why didn't you participate? "

Unpleasant stares fixed themselves on him

" It was for the advanced class and I'm not advanced in the math area "

" You should've tried, your sister always gets awards for things while your useless sel-"

" Honey , let him be "

San's dad scoffed as he set his utensils down

" How his he going to take care of the family business if he's useless ?! "

" But he's still just a kid honey "

His mom tried calming down her husband that grew angrier the more he looked at his son

" Haneul started since she was little ! There is no exception for him ! "

The boy teared up as he stood there in his uniform listening as his dad badmouthed him

" I-I'm sorry , but I don't want to be like her , all she does is study all the time and it's tiring "

" How will you get successful one day if you don’t work for it ?”

A loud banging against the table was heard

" I want to be able to enjoy my own life and not be bossed around like Haneul "

He teared up looking into his moms eyes who looked away

" I didn't raise you to do some silly job , you will never archive something in life that way ! "

A glass got thrown towards San making him dodge it in shock

" Honey ! Stop this nonsense "

"Dad , leave him alone he'll study I'll help him "

Haneul stuttered rushing towards her brother that clutched his shirt crying

" He's a disgrace! how will I ever trust yo-"

" I don't want to be fucking trusted with something I don't even want to do Dad ! I can't take it anymore seeing your face every day and having to hear this bullshit you call discipline!"

San yelled cutting off his Dad that widened his eyes since he never expected him to yell

" I'm fucking tired of you Dad , I'm depressed and your not helping my mental health the slightest! all you talk about is your dumb ass business that Haneul doesn't even want to take over as well ! Your egoism is making me sick "

" Look how your talking to me boy ! "

" I won't ! , I'm tired I wish I could've jumped from that building that night but I'm weak like you said I'm that dumb useless child right ? "

Tears burned the boys eyes as his Dad stood up angrily

" But do you know who's the useless one between us Dad ? It's you your weak an- "

" I told you to watch the way your speaking to me boy I'm your Dad ! "

His dad charged towards him landing a hard slap across his face

" Dad ? do you call yourself that ? "

San held his throbbing cheek chuckling

" You're just a sad nobody that takes out his anger on his children because they don't seem to keep up with his stupid morals and standards! "

His sister sobbed silently as her mom looked at her

" You make me sick ! Don't you see that everyone else here is tired of you ? Especially mom and haneul who have been keeping up to you like hungry  dogs "

" San honey let's stop ok ? "

His mom tried calming him down but was brushed off him

" I don't want to play the little obedient boy anymore I'm done with this game "

" You must have been out of  your mind "

" Yeah I'm out of my mind , I'm mentally unstable because of the type of a Dad I have "

The boy laughed and clapped his hands

" I wish I could've jumped that day and give your little business buddies a show on your birthday , how would the news be I ask myself "

" San stop it please "

" The Son of Choi enterprise jumps from roof because of his Dad , doesn't that sound amazing ? "

" Choi San I'm warning you "

" Maybe I'll jump today to ease your pockets about my education since I'm such a failure right ? "

His Dad grabbed him forcefully and shook him

" Honey let him go ! "

His mom teared up while his sister stood up and grabbed San

" Why are you doing this ! I told you I'd handle Dad so you can get out of this "

“ You didn’t handle anything, you just sat there and watched me crumble in his hands "

A harsh slap was landed on his face making everyone look at her as she cried uncontrollably

" Enough San , you will go get help I'm tired to clean after your mess I have my own issues "

The younger laughed and composed himself

" Oh you mean Dad's rival son you've been sneaking around with ? And that you got k- "

" Don't you dare "

She looked at him in disbelief as he approached her again

" Why don't you tell them that their little princess got knocked up and has been threatening me to keep it a secret huh ? Oops now they know "

" Haneul , what is he talking about ? "

“ Yeah Haneul what am I talking about , want me to show them ? ”

San scoffed and went upstairs towards his room as she yelled after him

“ Why are you doing this to me ? ”

“ What is going on here ?! "

Their Dad entered San’s room looking at him as he retrieved a box from his closet before dumping everything on the floor

“ As you guys can see with the both healthy eyes you guys have , Haneul is pregnant "

“ Tell me this is not true ”

His mother trembled in disbelief as she eyed the tests , sonograms and baby shoes on the floor

“ Not only that but when you guys went on business trips , she used to drug me so I could sleep while she threw a huge ass party here at home "

Haneul clenched her teeth as angry tears left her eyes

“ Is it true ? Is what San is saying true ! ”

“ N-No Dad he’s just making bad jokes , tell him it’s not true San ”

She approached the younger as she pleaded with her eyes for him to reconsider

“ You know I’m tired of repeating the same cycle everyday, I’m tired off feeling empty every single time and moment , I just want to be away from you guys a hot minute without having to worry about anything other than myself ”

Everyone looked at him as he pulled up his shirt showing bruises

“ This is what is been done to me because I’m weak , lock me up somewhere or put me in a mental hospital for all I care I just want to be away from you guys I’m tired I can’t anymore "

He fell to his knees begging

“ Please I’m begging you mom "

Mr Choi looked around in disbelief as he clenched his jaw before pointing at his son

“ I’m telling you this , if I put you in a mental hospital you will never be seen as my son again do you understand ? don’t talk to me , don’t even call me the word dad anymore because I didn’t raise a wimpy child in my house mark my words "

His mom teared up following after her husband that shed tears of frustration

“ I despise you , I hope you rot in there ”

Haneul slammed his door leaving him all alone to himself again , but this time with no one to lean on

[secretgamergirl]

A Teachable Moment

So I hopped into some freshly minted Discord server, maybe a month ago, and the norms of it still haven't settled into place. It's open to the public and focused on a game, so there's a bit of a mixed crowd, let's say, and prior to the incident I'm setting up the backstory for, there hasn't really been a test of their ability to moderate their damn public spaces.

Also when I say there's a mixed crowd I mean there's both a good number of trans women (because if you are making a deep game for a niche audience, we're gonna make up a shockingly high percentage of that audience every time), and a few right-wing extremists doing their best to "hide their power levels" (because if you create and promote literally any sort of social space, they WILL show up to test for whether local conditions are suitable enough to build a nest). In the early days of things they mostly kept their masks on aside from using the nazi frog as a reaction image to things (which IS something everyone should have a zero tolerance policy towards, but I feel like I need to know someone fairly well before I can explain that one), and their eyes lighting up when they see the server rules include "no politics" (a perfectly fine policy to have but you need to understand that if you post it you WILL have to constantly ban nazis who think you're using "politics" like they do- a euphemism for all the people they want dead).

Anyway, there's a few people on my radar here, but everyone's been civil enough, and it's a pretty relaxed vibe. Pretty quiet. Mostly just icebreaker talk. The most prolific poster is this one guy who saw there was a pet photo channel and just kinda sat down and made a point of posting several images a day to it, of a particularly uncommon sort of cute pet. Naturally this lead some people to ask some follow-up questions about whether these are his and how long he's had them, and this yielded the pretty damn weird in retrospect response that no, he has no pets at all, but would like one of these some day.

Now, this isn't at all the main thrust of this, and I wouldn't like, start keeping vigil for this as a sign of troublemakers, but a thing that undercover bigots do all the time as can be seen here is set up in a community and just kinda spam harmless generic platitudes and such to try and establish themselves as a known chill person. This goes double for anywhere that has a general public/trusted community members split. Never just go by "well he seems pretty chill" for giving people access to more private spaces, they can wait as long as they need, generally, as long as they don't have to improvise a normal person response to a situation where bigotry is in play.

Anyway, getting to the main event, a few days ago in this server, someone posted some cute little comic which... you know let me just find it.

Clever little subversion there. Got a polite chuckle out of the bulk of those paying attention, but seeing a nice wholesome bit of trans positivity incensed pet-poster guy, who immediately shouts "I've seen another version of that comic!" and posts a variation I am absolutely not going to share where the girl in the last panel is dead.

That is as clear cut of a do not pass go, do not collect $200, ban that piece of garbage permanently without a word and delete the post as soon as you can before anyone has to see that sort of hate directed at them offense in absolutely any community. Even moreso in this case as in the time it took a moderator to notice, this creep was going full mask off and responding to everyone's horrified reactions with grotesque anti-trans propaganda of a particularly hardcore "my other hangouts have openly posted swastikas" variety.

Here, people did delete the profoundly offensive comic, but then, to be blunt, otherwise handled this like a kindergarten teacher seeing a kid grab the blocks another kid was playing with and just nonchalantly explaining some basic manners. First off, nobody goes that hard on hate speech accidentally, and more importantly, showing a lack of willingness to dole out any real consequences for such an open act of hate has an emboldening effect. Sure enough the other sleeper agents present jumped up to try and push things farther, encouraging them to also remove the comic above, ban any mention of trans people, and jump the gun with prepared responses that don't work in context (you call everyone you don't like a nazi! Both sides are wrong! etc.).

I came pretty close to just quitting the server on response to that, but stuck it out a bit to double check if this wasn't just one particularly green mod trying to put the fire out before double checking if that's ban worthy when someone else was awake, or if I needed to explain the code-talk in the following conversation, or hell, if they just need more mods. I'm decidedly overqualified for that sort of thing.

Anyway, moderation policy handled that poorly... and to be clear, I'm not pinning that on any one person, basically everyone who ends up in a position of authority has a gut instinct to moderate as laxly as possible and needs some real training, reading, or tragic experience to learn how vital a firm swift hand is if you don't want people like this to show up and drive everyone else away. Especially not going to put this on the one green volunteer awake at 4 AM or whatever.

Still, the ball was dropped here, and I was pleasantly surprised to see how the rest of the community stepped up to hold their ground. Over the next couple of days, people just started casually dropping every cute trans positive thing they had handy in there, agreeing with each other that it was all nice and sweet. This both reestablished that chat as a relatively safe place to exist with a kind general vibe, and really got under the skin of these mask off nazis who started throwing tantrums. Apparently they just started privately messaging the mods to flag every single wholesome little image or comic as offensive to the point where people higher up the food chain came in, did some more serious reprimanding, and added an explicit policy against transphobia to their TOS... and threatened to ban these people if they pull this crap again.

Now, that increased firmness plus the community in general making it pretty damn clear they don't tolerate hate does seem to have scared the bigots into hiding (the one guy made this pathetic desperate effort to retake power by threatening to stop posting the animal pictures... that he's just pulling out of an image search, it was pretty funny), but... they're still there. The people they were threatening both broadly and as specific individuals still have to be careful not to share anything these scumbags can screencap and weaponize against them, and I'm sure at some time in the future when it's clear there's no mods awake they're going to pipe back up to do as much damage as they can in a blaze of glory if spying on all the queer people doesn't pay out for them, so while it is nice to see how just actively rejecting this sort of ideology can at least temporarily shut this crap down even without people in authority taking real action, I want to reiterate what responsibilities those in authority are neglecting here.

As a moderator of literally any sort of space, your basic duties are to keep things safe and to keep things civil. Those are two separate duties. Don't ever try and merge them together, and don't ever forget that safety must always take priority over civility.

If you see a situation where people are just getting randomly heated and angry over something inconsequential (happens a lot), yes, by all means, try to just deescalate things by stepping through just taking a stern tone, formal warnings, timeouts, 3 strike rules, temporary bans, etc. These are situations where we can hope that people who otherwise get along just let their emotions get out of hand and will hopefully shake hands and make up after having some time to cool off.

If on the other hand you see a situation where someone is threatening/antagonizing/intimidating someone else, especially in a case like this where the reason is transparently that the offender is a bigot who genuinely wishes harm or death on the target, there are no steps to escalate through. You remove the dangerous person from the community immediately, no exceptions, no warnings, no escalating response scale. That nazi posting crap about trans women in nooses, Jews in ovens, black people holding spears, women being raped etc. is not a friend having a rough day. There can be no reconcilliation no matter how much time you give. You just have a predator here to whittle your community down, and a vulnerable person who needs you to reassure them that they are safe in your community. The only option that should be on the table is the permanent zero appeals ban, and you should have no hesitation in deploying it.

Oh and here's the part where I remember that I am going to lose my home by the end of the year if I don't ask people to throw more money at me (this is a link). I hate doing this, but my other options for income went up in flames so completely I don't even know how to start to rebuild.

[nostalgiachan]

Once more, it's 100 OC time, and here we have the second half of the main party members, in both full-size and PS2-output style. As always, new images up top, old below, and detailed character info (and essentially the story of the game) below the cut.

#69 (lol, lmao): Ilya Node Idea: The (World's Angriest) Mechanic Story: Silmerein

#70: Dorom Kolos Idea: The Surprisingly Cultured Drunken Ogre Story: Silmerein

#71: Nalien Urymere aka Nenali Maelstrom Idea: The Acrobatic Witch Story: Silmerein

#72: Dynn Mortar Idea: The Scientist Story: Silmerein

Continuing where we left off in the story summary from the last post...

So next, you head to the badlands, just the rockiest, craggiest piece of shit land you ever did see. And as the party's heading through this bullshit, they see a rail-thin, scraggly-looking girl dragging herself across the road.

They bring her to the wagon, fix her up, and ask where she lives, but she is determined to get to Silmerein. Eventually, after the party tells her "Nah, we're taking you home, you're fucked to shit," she gives up and tells the party where she lives: a super-secret city lost to history deep in the badlands.

So back when the end times were happening, the few survivors had huddled together in this city. And once Silmerein had saved the day, most people left and never looked back. But some folks were far too paranoid to leave. And they were determined to make sure that anybody who left never found their way back. So over the centuries, people forgot it was there, and anybody who still lived there wasn't allowed to leave.

So this girl, Ilya Node, telling the party where it is is A Problem.

When they reach the city, they're lucky enough to be met by Ilya's mentor, a fairly dorfy engineer. And he welcomes them inside and whatnot, but once they're in, he tells them they're not leaving again. Meanwhile, Ilya is fucking pissed. She's healed up enough that now she's practically frothing at the mouth to get out of the city again, because she is on a fucking mission.

See, she and her younger brother, Leon, were orphans, getting along as you do. But one night, her brother was snatched right out of his bed, and Ilya happened to see it. She couldn't do anything about it because the plague had caused her legs to stop working, but she swore he had been taken by a Silmereinian. Nobody believed her, though, because how could a Silmereinian still have knowledge of the city? Pff, nah, can't be me.

So she had managed to hobble her way out of the city and walked far enough across the badlands that her leg braces and crutches totally shattered and she was forced to crawl. She was powered by THE FUCKING FURY. Well, as you're learning her backstory from her mentor, she revs up a mining mech and BAILS. She takes off for the mines, which are just a horrible labyrinth of caves, and figures she'll pick a point and start digging her way to freedom this time.

And unfortunately, this is about the point where the plot gets just slightly more vague because I hadn't quite worked out all the details. But the important thing is that somehow, Lima had to get into close enough proximity to directly touch Ilya off-screen. Because as we'll find out later, the only reason the big boss-fight-inducing freakouts happen is because Lima's causing them. So Ilya becomes a giant rabbit monster.

They have a fight, Triangle wins, Triangle man.

So Ilya's like "I guarantee you I'm burning Silmerein to the fucking ground when I get there, let's go." She's your big heavy hitter character, pilots a mining drill to fight.

Anyway, after badlands, our next stop is further into the mountain to meet the Mountain Ogres, specifically this guy, Dorom Kolos.

The Mountain Ogres are in a pretty constant war with the Sea Ogres as the Sea Ogres ran the Mountain Ogres out of their ancestral homeland. I don't remember what the exact arc of Dorom's story was going to be, but tl;dr his infection is in his spine, which is now wholesale jutting out of his back, leaving him in a constant state of pain that he medicates with alcohol. He's your drunken berserker whose super mode is a demon bear.

bearserker

This is about the point where you'd be properly introduced to the Paladins of Silmerein, the goon squad who are your initial direct antagonists as they're trying to keep you from reaching the city and/or kill you. Mostly kill you.

[I briefly cover the first one you'd probably run into, Gamel Jugrenon, but I'll leave that solo sentence to when I actually redraw her]

One way or another, you fight Dorom's demon bear mode and ward off the Paladins, and you head on to the next bit.

Next is a spooky little forest in a mountain valley where you run into a circus featuring one Nalien Urymere aka Nenali Maelstrom.

Nalien comes from a village in said woods which is horribly superstitious and believes magic use and consorting with monsters to be a capital offense. So when she grows bat ears thanks to the plague, her parents are terrified for her safety but don't think they'd be able to leave without raising suspicion. Fortunately for them, the circus had come nearby, and they asked if they would be able to take in Nalien for a short while. The ringmaster agreed, took Nalien in, and started training her in magic and acrobatics.

[Fun fact: the bat ears also reduced her eyesight, which is why she wears glasses.]

As with Dorom, I didn't quite get into when the Paladins would show up and how Lima would get Nenali alone to cause her freakout, but big bat battle under the big top happens. I presume the spooky villagers would probably show up to ruin everything.

The last place before hitting Silmerein is a laboratory high in the mountains that the party stumbles on. There, they meet this fellow, Dynn Mortar, a magitek scientist.

It's here that they'd find out a lot more about the Paladins, chiefly that they're all missing body parts for which Dynn had fashioned prosthetics. [I make a brief swerve to cover all of the Paladins. We'll get to them next time.]

So back to Dynn, as you can surmise, he's the final host needed, and his infection's in his heart. So he turns into a monster squid. Because squids have three hearts. Look, I tried to relate the monster forms to the parts, and spine and heart gave me problems. Just like in real life amirite. [For some reason, I didn't mention how Dynn's infection properly manifested, but: basically, it caused severe heart arrhythmia and wholesale heart failure. He had to build and install his own pacemaker to keep functional.]

But yeah, at this point, the We Have Horrible Demon Infection Crew is assembled, and the only thing left is to get into Silmerein, get to the monument, and get this party started. So by this point, there's been a budding romance forming between Talin and Lima, and you either get a confession before the big event or it edges real goddamn hard, I don't remember which I was going to go with. But you get to the city, you get to the monument, and that's when everything goes to absolute balls.

The romance was completely calculated on Lima's part.

Because, as mentioned, the whole point of this trip was for Lima to go about, collect the now gestating parts of the avatar of Rodimir, and return them all to the source so the avatar can rise again.

So Lima Does the Thing, but after all this time Being a Person, she doesn't want to just go back to being an unconscious part of the avatar. So she pulls a Pope Zera and subsumes his will. So now the avatar is well and truly dead and it's Lima's time to be in charge. Talin is fucking crushed, everybody's just lost a lot of power now that they're not hosting body parts anymore, Clarine [the leader of the Paladins] is freaking out because "Wait, didn't I do everything Imosene told me to? Why didn't this work?" And here's where we get into what her plan was.

See, while the avatar was busy seeding the plague, Imosene was functionally doing the same thing. But she had to expend a lot more juice to do it and wasn't able to craft a wholesale person like Lima to do the collecting. The best she could do was grab the first person who could hear her, and that happened to be Clarine. And all she was really able to tell her was to "gather the parts" and show her who she needed to find.

And Clarine interpreted that literally. She found everybody on her list, but thought she needed to remove the parts from them, not really knowing about the whole gestational period thing. So now we've got a whole lot of underpowered Jesus parts that can't be used for much.

Things are looking pretty fuckin' bad.

At least until this guy shows up.

And he'll be covered in the next batch, along with the first three Paladins of Imosene. So stay tuned, same Silmerein time, same Silmerein channel!

[f1-disaster-bi]

I have a little idea for an ask that hasnt let me go. It‘s couple sebson or sewis i cannot decide who adopts little lando. 

For the angst Lando has a bit of a tragic backstory. Basically when he was 2 or so he was in a fatal car accident with his parents (a drunk driver hit them from the front) which left him an orphan. He was seriously injured and the doctors were not able to save his leg and they still had trouble to stabilise him. When he came into the foster care system nobody really cared that he didn’t get a fitted prosthetic nor did they care that he never really learned how to walk again. Even though he was involved in a car accident, which he doesn’t really remember he still loves everything around cars and he’s incredibly intelligent for his age. So when he is around 5 years old he can already read and loves engineering stuff. 

The man that runs the foster home would always put on f1 during the weekends and once it was on you couldn’t get lando away from the screen, he would memorise strategies and everything. 

Aston Martin does a campaign where they are raising money for children in the foster care system and lando‘s home gets invited to the british grand prix. For aston themselves it’s more of a thing where they can get good publicity bit seb loves having these kids around and is so patient in showing them everything. Lando isn’t on the tour because at that point he has grown out of his prosthetic leg and no one cared to replace it so he stayed with the owner of the home. When they get back and seb realised that Lando wasn’t on the tour he ask the guy why and he just snarls that lando can’t walk that’s why. Seb is a bit taken aback but tried to find sth to tell lando he pretty sad that he wasn’t allowed to go with the rest. Seb : „Can you give me a tip on how to get a podium for you guys today?“ and expecting a cute answer like „drive faaast“ but Lando launches into an elaborate strategy plan that actually makes sense and seb is in awe. 

Soon though they have to say goodbye.

In the evening seb talks to his partner about Lando. They’ve been thinking about adopting at some point in the near future and were already approved, they just thought they would adopt a baby, but his partner can see in sebs eyes that lando has captured a piece of sebs heart with his shy but excited babbles. 

So they go visit him and they are pretty sure that this is the one. They take him home and they do have some angst along the way bc Lando’s stump had not been treated properly for years and they need to do some intense pt etc. 

But still a lot of fanily fluff. 

Well, that got out of hand but i’ll send it to you anyway. I hope it doesn’t bother you that it’s this long and it’s understandable bc english isn’t my first language. <3

Anon, I absolutely adore this 🥹😭

Lando not remembering the crash or what he lost, he just knows that he can't really wall and that his leg comes off. Him telling the Foster home when he starts out growing the leg and it hurts but there's no money to get him a new one fitted, so they just keep him in a wheelchair and stop taking him to physio because "it's easier this way"

Lando isn't bothered by it because he loves reading and writing and drawing, and most of all, watching cars go fast and thinking of ways to make them go faster. For his birthday, they get him some books on cars and f1 that are kid friendly but Lando devours them

So by the time he meets Sebastian, Lando is absolutely enamoured and thinking of strategies and telling everyone that he meets he's gonna work in F1 one day. He doesn't notice the pitying looks he gets cause he's busy planning.

When he gets told where they're going, he's so excited but then they get there and it isn't accessible so Lando can't do parts of the tour he wanted to. He's just sitting with the Foster worker that likes him or tolerates him the most and he's so sad until Sebastain comes over and he comes alive. Just this tiny kid telling Seb a strategy to do well in the British go and Seb is like "oh" 🥹

I can just see Seb going home to Jenson, just gushing about this little kid he met and how cute and amazing he is. Jenson just getting a little smile because "Should I set up some visits?" and it hadn't even occurred to Sebastisn that they could possibly adopt Lando.

So they set about doing it, and they're just enamoured with this smart little kid with the cutest smile who can match Seb in talking about cars and strategies.

Just picture them watching Lando learning to walk, and telling him that they can get him an adapted kart if he wants to learn to kart so "you can plan more amazing strategies to help Seb go fast"

They'd just make the sweetest little family

[stringting]

Hello everyone! My first post on tumblr here. I’ve actually been wanting to draw and share stuff online for quite a while, though my plans had been held back by various reasons (school/equipment/lack of inspiration etc etc)

But——then I started playing the sims, and this SPECTACULAR idea hit me: why don’t I just draw my sims?

All I had to do was customise them, personalise them, dramatise them (traumatise them), and after a few hours of diligent dedication I pieced together a backstory ready for world-building and future developments. You’ll see part of it later.

Anyways this is my first digital drawing, and I say shamefully that I, have never had any idea of how colouring is done. Not then and definitely not now had it(idk the muses or the spirit of Leonardo Da Vinci, i suppose) enlightened me, and so this messy drawing was born.

|Prelude|

Eidothea Verdant, the name was the talk of the town. The young lady’s arrival was too sudden for the (enter citizen type) taste, the lot she had taken was barely on sale for a week when she waltzed into the building society, still carrying all her suitcases, and swiped it away as her property. And an impressive build it was, too: tall arched windows, pastel green walls and red slated rooftops towering over the plain yellow neighbourhood like an oasis in a desert. If anything, the former owners would expect, was an eccentric scholar or a well-to-do family of many. But now, nobody really knew what to think of Eidothea Verdant, too much gossip was said yet there was not enough information to prove any.

Eidothea glanced at the elder tea party from the window table she sat, the old ladies were discussing her in a flurry of hushed voices which managed to ring through the entire cafe. Silly conspiracies, she muttered under her breath. The rumours were getting irritating, shame she didn’t nip them when they were still nubs. But alas she shouldn’t make a show of herself before she has settled down and got a stable income, explanations meant socialising, and socialising is a nightmare when you don’t have common ground and subjects that could be shared.

With that thought in mind she quickly chugged down the last of her coffee, reached for her backpack and slid of the bench. She was half way to the door when the welcoming ting of mail sounded, clumsily opening her phone she read:” Dear Miss Verdant, Thank you for your application…” a smile spread across her face all too quickly, the rule of silence broken at last. She turned towards the little tea party:

“Excuse me, but my grandma did say talking behind people’s back is rude. If you want to know anything, just ask, you probably all know where I live by now. Just, you know, ask around, it is a small neighbourhood.” Eidothea laughed as she twirled on her heel and skipped to the pavement, the sun shined dimly giving it a faint glow.——Stringting

Well, please give me some (constructive) advice if you have any thanks!

[zepumpkineater]

This is a sorta kinda not really vent post? Moreso just something I've noticed and really wanted to talk about for a while now but haven't really found the right words.

One of the cool things about being so deeply entrenched in an online community of artists always has and always will be seeing what those artists put out. Every time Madness Day rolls around I'm always genuinely excited to see what people have made, what someone has been pouring a year's worth of effort into. Art is exceptionally awesome, and I've sort of noticed it's a method of communication of sorts.

One thing I notice about the artists who surround me is that they're all fairly tight knit. They know a guy who knows a guy. Almost every artist in the community that I regularly see can be traced towards each other in some specific or particular way. The most common one I've seen is that they've all drawn each other, or drawn for each other. A tightly woven thread of artists drawing for artists drawing for artists.

Sometimes people get things drawn for them completely unprompted. Didn't even have to ask. They just post something and bam, a few hours later they have an impressive piece just for them from a talented individual who was inspired by whatever they posted. It's a method of showing appreciation for something that gave you that spark to create.

It's something that I can't help but feel a little jealous of. Needy for. I throw ideas for stories out there from time to time, sometimes I even write them once in a blue moon, I make these intricate narratives that it just kind of feels like nobody really...Bothers with. Too long didn't read. On a good day I might get an "Ooh!". Perhaps even a "that's cool!" or two. I just can't help but notice words don't seem to be as inspiring as they used to be.

All the online communities I permeate share one thing in common: They love images. Pictures. Drawings. Artists are inspired by things they can see, things they can draw just by looking at it. Sometimes it's as easy as posting your OC design on twitter and in a matter of hours you could be getting dozens and dozens of drawings without having written even a word of backstory. Strong designs dominate all. If you don't have a strong design, you have nothing. If it's not visually appealing, or visual at all, it may as well not exist.

I see people having their OCs drawn by their friends, of their OCs hanging out with their friend's OC. A representation of a genuine connection between two people. It leaves me wishing that I could have someone draw for me. To be inspired to create just by my presence. Is it selfish of me to want that? To get that satisfaction of knowing that someone created because of me? Of course I can always ask, and I'm certain many of my artist friends would happily oblige, but nothing will really compare to that experience of someone doing it completely and totally unprompted. Who knows, maybe this post will inspire someone to draw for me out of pity, or will me having just mentioned that now completely and totally kill the idea that was formulating in their mind?

I don't know. It's just like many things in life, I feel rather left out in that regard. Sometimes people will say they will draw for me and never do. Whatever creation they had in mind is gone now, and I would hate to feel pushy or perhaps even desperate enough to keep issuing reminders or asking. Why does it feel so bad just to ask? Why do I struggle with it so? How does it somehow feel less genuine when I had to ask for it? It's irrational, but here I am.

Anyway, if I keep going I'm going to write too many paragraphs, so I am just going to leave it here. Just please don't see this post as me whining or begging for art. Anything you draw for me out of pity would be infinitely less valuable than something you drew because you wanted to.

[animehouse-moe]

Shy Volume 2: From The Heart

A follow-up to a compelling first volume, but not without its growing pains, Shy vol. 2 continues to establish the role and nature of heroes, while exploring where the story will direct itself. As a piece of superhero media, does it do enough to separate itself from its peers and the genre at large?

Wow, I really must love asking myself heavy and complex questions or something, I should give myself a few gimmes sometime. Anyways, yeah, it's not clear cut in the slightest. But I think the easiest way to explain it is that it's a great superhero story when it's not doing typical superhero stuff. Not that the climaxes and action aren't good, but that its exploration of superheroes as people is far more compelling and enjoyable. But I'll get back to that thought later.

So let me start from the start. We get to see Stardust vs Shy, and I think within the context of the fight it's very well done. I like that Stardust is incredibly harsh on Shy, and that Shy responds to it well. But my major complaint is the flashback and characterization of Stardust. Flashbacks to establish a character feel low effort to me, and in the context of how Stardust behaves they're already peeling back his character, which I'm not a fan of. He doesn't need to be explored in the second volume. Let him be cold, let him be violent and almost sort of broody. We as readers don't need the life story of a character to establish any sort of understand or appreciation of their nature. Nor do we need the inner monologues of everyone aside from the main character. Anyways, mild rant over, Bukimi's art is very much something that leans into "impact" and "flare" before choreography, so it's easy to follow and produces some really nice panels and spreads.

Anyways, moving on to the best parts of the volume: the non-hero stuff. Getting to see Lady Black outside of her hero getup and interacting with Teru as a normal girl was very nice. They continue to really establish the depths of what makes someone a hero, as both girls accompany an old woman on a trip up a nearby mountain so that she can reminisce about her deceased husband. They dig deep into not just what makes someone a hero, but what makes them a person. Overcoming adversity, finding ways to succeed and help others, to sympathize with and encourage them.

In addition to that, we get to learn more about Lady Black's backstory, and find out that she's an amputee. It's a very simple and straightforward conversation that comes from the heart, and is executed really well. It's not touted as something heavy or emotional, but it is expressed that Lady Black's opening up her heart in the interaction. A very lovely piece that's great to see in media like this.

And here's where I take it off the rails a little bit. There's a lot of great stuff of similar nature in this volume. I really like it, but I'd also say it's rushing a little bit to establish the "purpose" of it. In short, there's a specific type of criteria expressed with each person that's become a hero. In order to become one, you have to have overcome something from your past. Something that has hurt you, left you feeling alone in the world, like nobody will save you. Only then, when you understand that there are other people out there that feel like that can you become a hero. It's a tenet of what the first volume expresses but with a more impactful sentiment.

Stardust, Lady Black, Spirit, Mian Long. All of these characters express adversity, ridicule, something that places them in the shadows of life. It's corny, and it fully fits the manga, but it's only when someone knows of darkness that they can spread light.

Alright, I've said my piece there, so last little thing in the same vein. The idea of gender norms is brought up in this volume, and it's a cute/fun expression of it, but I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit of what they made of it. Maybe because I see it as something inherently normal, but I felt that how Shy was shown to express the sentiment felt a little excessive for it. I think a one-two punch would have been better, where the dialogue came before a starry-eyed view of Shy as a hero.

Now, for a bit of an interlude. As I expressed earlier, Shy's non "big name action hero" appearances have been far, far more enjoyable than her bigger pieces. It's a lot of fun getting to see Teru explore herself and in turn shine a light on different forms of expression and passion, with things like the calligraphy club. They're very simple moments, but their appeal is certainly understated when compared to big and flashy scenes.

And now we make it the final "big" piece, the reveal. The ring was a sort of fake out for the "true" power of Stigma. We meet a girl with powers in opposition to Teru's, a rather clear setup for a rivalry/savior relationship of course, but they were still pretty enjoyable. This girl is a catalyst for understanding Stigma's underlying plan and approach, as we get to see even more characters and ideas. It basically goes as you'd expect, but we get some fun info from it.

Overall, I'd say this volume has more strengths than weaknesses. Regardless of that though, it draws attention to aspects that are worth being mildly concerned over in the context of a superhero story. Formulaic, reliant on tropes, and somewhat uninspired outside of variation. If you continue to be "aware" of the pitfalls of superhero media, they're nothing to really worry about, but otherwise I would think they'll get in the way rather quickly. Backstory, Battle, Betterment, repeat, there is very much a cycle that appears in the content of this second volume when compared to the first, but I'm hopeful that it will be dissipated now that they've exhausted the present options afforded. Only the next volume will tell. Well, either the next volume or the anime, whichever comes first.

[andlatitude]

If you’re still doing the ask thing 🖊️ Cor or Ezra?

I AM still doing it, happily! Honestly it's really nice to get to talk about the OCs. I'll talk about Ezra and get @slamncram to talk about Cor. Sorry in advance because Ezra was the first OC I created for all this and I'm so insane about him. Ezra Devonshire is 29 years old, English, 6'1" tall. He looks dignified and put-together, and dresses well in high-quality clothing. However, Ezra is incredibly socially awkward, and tends to panic when pushed into social situations he's not comfortable in. He's also a bit of a snob, with a tendency to look down on people sometimes even if he doesn't realize he's doing it. In our canon, he starts off as a sort of administrative assistant to the Main Antagonist. Ezra idolizes this man, and has feelings for him, so he's been sort of blind to the shadier stuff Main Antagonist is getting up to. It turns out later that their backstory goes a lot deeper, and that Ezra used to work alongside him and has been forced to lose those memories, but we haven't completely delved into that yet. Ezra meets Byrne because the organization run by Main Antagonist fronts as doing independent investigations, and Byrne is looking for River, who went missing, and nobody but Byrne is looking for him. Because at heart Ezra is a good person, he can't turn Byrne down and agrees to (secretly) help him look for River (because Ezra isn't supposed to take on investigations but he can't say no). Throughout them working together, Ezra starts to clue in that he's working for the bad guy, and switches sides while still basically staying at his job, but more undercover to get more information. Main Antagonist is the one behind all the kidnappings and Ezra decides he wants to help take him down. This is all going on and in the meantime Byrne completely falls for Ezra and it takes Ezra way too long to realize that HE has fallen for BYRNE and it's soooo...!!! ALSO Ezra has a lot of power - the people being kidnapped are all being taken because of their telekinetic, mindreading etc abilities, and Ezra has a LOT of those. He could do full-on mind control if he wanted to, but he's been forced to forget he has these abilities to basically be a weapon in storage for the Big Bad, always at his disposal, so when Ezra uses his "talents" at first he doesn't realize he's doing it. ANYWAY *** Cor, according to @slamncram :

Corbin “Cor” Taylor is 29, from Yorkshire, and the tallest of our OCs at 6’3”. He’s an arsehole and proud of it, abrasive and aggressive but it’s mostly swagger, not a condition of his personality. He’s smart, but impulsive, a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Cor’s hair is naturally a dirty, sandy blonde, but he bleaches it. He has a lot of tattoos, almost all black and white floral, on his arms and chest, and down onto his hands and fingers. His only colour piece is the red rose on the left side of his neck. When he was younger Cor used to break into people’s homes, steal, and boost luxury cars and race them. He knew how to hotwire vehicles by the age of 12, and was running with gangs by the time he was 15. He’d get into fights and was just generally a nuisance, on a bad path that his sister, Emily, tried hard to keep him off. She didn’t manage, though, and he did end up getting caught and charged and spent a few years in prison. While he was in, he was found by our main antagonist who promised to give him a “purpose” and get him out. The reason for this is that Cor makes a good dog, does what he’s told… and is immune to the abilities of most of the people the antagonist has been kidnapping. Cor gets put in charge of Nico which is basically just a good time for him. He absolutely is more of a dick than Nico deserves but gradually he starts to get attached to his “charge”. He’s VERY protective of Nico despite being employed by the Big Bad. Eventually something happens that snaps Cor’s loyalty to the boss and he gives in to the fact that he cares about and wants to help Nico. Cor was ACTUALLY originally created for a band AU in which he’s a guitarist. In almost all iterations, he either was or is a barber as well, because it suits him and also he has few employment opportunities with jobstoppers. One last fun fact about Cor… he has both nipples pierced. Because why not? ***

[aesopsbaby]

Um... so I've heard that you're comfortable with people talking to you about their ocs, and I wanted to hear your thoughts on mine, if that's okay with you ofc! <3

My oc is a Creepypasta one, so If you fin it a little cringey pls keep in mind that I created it on 2017 and I just went adding or removing things and/or aspects of her personality 😭

Okay, let's start from the beginning...

Her given name is Katherine, althought her "real" name is Variaton_LifeExperiment.07.-Attempt1.

She is an experiment realised by The Offenderman, she was made using parts of a recently dead body that he found in a Hospital and tons of wires and robotic parts and programings. She was created to guide young beautiful girls to him under the cover of asking them to take her to x place saying she was lost, so The Offenderman could woo them into spending a night with him.

Katherine was always LifeExperminent07 to The Offenderman, or at least for the first few months of her existence, because as time passed by her human brain began to work again thanks to the electric shots that sometimes the wires sent through her body, and so her past memories started to appear again along with human behaviors and emotions. He saw how LifeExperiment07 began to develop human emotions and thought acording to the age of the corpse he used to make her (a 13 y/o teenager exactly) and so he gave her a name, Katherine.

After some time, Offenderman had to go away for an indefinited period of time to "solve" things with The Splendorman and left Katherine with his most responsible brother, The Slenderman, and so she went to live with him temporaly.

(and since this oc was made in 2017 you can imagine that my oc started living strange yet funny adventures with all the fanon! creepypasta steryotypes we had back then lol).

Now that her backstory's been explained let's move into her appearence:

She is 5"3 and has medium dark brown hair, very messy dark brown hair, it gets kinda wavy in the ends but not to the point of being curly.

She only has one human eye, a blue one. The other one is covered by a piece of metal since he used the eye cavity as a space for conecting wires.

What is left of her human skin is white, a pale tone of white, but not to the point of looking like a glass of milk tho.

She has little freckles in her nose and right cheek (the left one is the one that has the eye covered with metal and so you can't see the freckles).

Her original clothes were a kinda torn apart hospital T-Shirt alongside with a pair of short jeans, black stockings and a pair of white converse. Anyways, when The Offenderman started to notice her more human-like behaviours he bought for her a new outfit, her current one, which is composed of a black oversized hoodie with a red rose drawn on it's center, a red skirt (the same color of the rose) and the same stockings this time with red doll-like shoes.

If we move onto her personality...

She is a very caring bionic little thing who loves to smile and to make people smile. She tends to laugh at everything that seems funny to her and can tell pretty good jokes.

Her intern program is connected to the internet so she is a very good help to plenty of the manor residents when they need information on something. She also has a selected dictionary that, to her much dismay, won't let her curse so the creeps like Jeff and Ben tend to (kind-heartedly) laugh or make fun of her when she can only bring herself to say "Zoinks!" when scared or frustrated (just like Shaggy from Scooby Doo lmao).

She can also mes a little with her programing and use her human eye as a projector on the white wall on game/movie nights.

She is also kind of hyperactive and as her two legs are mainly metal and half of her right arm is too she loves to go into places she shouldn't. Like climb onto trees, walk on the manors ceiling, hang from the spider lamp in the dining room or sleep on the top of the fridge 💀

That's all I think, Sorry for the rant but I just don't have nobody to listen to me talking about my ocs lol 😭

(can I be your 📹anon pls?)

You have no idea how much I absolutely LOVE and adore listening to ocs and ESPECIALLY CREEPYPASTA OCS??? I love them <3 I used to be a huge creepypasta fanatic as a child,,so I'm still one at heart even after so long :,) But I was mainly in marble hornets eheh

She sounds amazing and I LOVE THE SILLY THINGS SHE DOES <,3 her story is just 🤌🤌💞 fits so well and so well thought out!!

PLEASE YOU CAN SPAM ME WITH YOUR OCS FACTS I DONT MIND!! :,D its really interesting to read about!! And sure thing, you can be 📹anon!!

[unseelie-grimalkin]

an ask that wasn’t on the meme but I’m curious anyway: which of the LIs would you say Tríona, Ronit and Lachtna have most in common with?

Tríona has the most in common with Flannán and Shae, easily. Though, she has a fun foil relationship with Aífe (they are so different, yet the ways they are similar are both telling and haunting).

With Flannán, both are wilderness junkies in very different degrees (together they make a team that could, in theory, win the Hunger Games and I wish I was kidding). The two of them are both haunted by various pieces of violent backstories that have left both physical scars and emotional. Both miss obvious social cues about flirting (though I would say Flan has a better handle on it than Tríona), both are very work-oriented, both would rather combust than PDA but are cuddly bastards the minute they think nobody is looking.

With Shae, both are short, protective, fussy, with narrative arcs centered in loyalty to people who gave them kindness (Shae to princess, Tríona to Flannán), work with plants and healing others, feel very at home in domestic settings but will fuck you up in a fight.

Tríona and Aífe have a very similar backstory told in different wealth castes. They were both kept and raised the ways that they were by their respective parents and other adults because they were “convenient”. The key difference is that Aífe had a spark Tríona never had, along with plans for the future (“Was all of it worth it?”). Tríona never had plans for the future beyond “Survive”.

Ronit, to her immense dismay, has the most in common with Keagan. She dislikes him SO MUCH (it’s because they’re both cats and she is the kind of cat to not tolerate another cat). If Aífe and Tríona are foils, then Ronit and Keagan absolutely are as well. In the version of Shae’s route that exists in my head, with Ronit as the MC, Ronit and Keagan have a Spy v. Spy thing going on. In another lifetime, another timeline, they would be found family siblings and get along like a house on fire (with some spats; Ronit I think would ask for more honesty than Keagan would be comfortable with). Shame Keagan fucked up and tried messing with Ronit’s crush henchman muscle.

Lachtna has the most in common with Maeve and Flannán, which tracks given that he started off as an OC meant for Flannán’s infantry unit (The Pack). Lachtna and Maeve have similar magical girl energy, along with both the haunted by that magical girl energy energy. Flan and Lachtna share the canine energy (their SO is gone? They wait, staring out the window).

[12percentspider]

Ok seems to be a small thing but anyway. Yeah it's absolutely fair to be skeptical, ok? Keep me credible, make sure you double check my information.

I WANT people to be looking at things for themselves. I actually DO WANT people to check sources. That's why I don't post anything without more solid proof than a hunch.

There's a reason why sometimes an update is "hey something is weird, I'm checking into it" without any sort of ID as to what blog I'm checking out. I don't want anyone harassing ANYONE, regardless of if they're a scammer. Yeah, I "poke the hornet's nest" but that's usually just me asking a valid question. If someone is for real, I would want to be able to vet for that. Imagine having someone who can check out your backstory going "yeah that's real I'll help you boost"???

There is a REASON that I can sometimes only go "I'm looking into it". I don't want to wrongly accuse anyone. I've seen what happens on this piece of shit hellsite when people get wrongly accused of things. I've seen people hoping and "manifesting" that different "funnymen" or "celebs" get caught being predators. I don't want a hand in that, it's fucked up!

But like dude, if it's the same copypasta ask from the past 10 or so accounts down to the same spelling errors every time for the past 2 months... nobody who actually needs help is going to copy a scammer's ask letter for letter.

[genderfluidflutejazz]

Lace's Backstory

Lace couldn’t exactly remember how his life came to an end anymore, so much had happened since then. He remembers vaguely the world he was before, the bright colors, the blaring music, and the constant fear of death. He doesn’t remember much, after all, that was eons ago, that world is now dead, torn pieces by the conditions they so loved. Lace sometimes laughs when he thinks about it, you’d think in a world where your entire laugh relied on dancing that nobody would be so bad at it.

Lace couldn’t remember just how many lives he was born with, how many chances of failure he had before death, but it was most likely three. Lace remembers being the star ‘daughter’ of his family, it makes him upset to think about it now, was that why his sister became such a bad person? It was too late to ask her, he himself had killed her, in a sad attempt at getting his dear saint’s attention. He didn’t regret it, it finally freed him of the curse of his home, with his sister dead there was no one left who didn’t respect him, he liked it that way.

Lace remembers the base function of his home world, you had a set number of lives at birth, from there there was a system that could cause you to lose or gain some. This base is common among their neighboring world, the system to get more changes in each world though. Hartil, Lace’s home, used a system built around different types of dancing, though he never could remember how the scores worked, he just knows that no matter what he did, the score said he sucked at it. By the time he was an adult, he was down to one life and slowly began to give up. Nobody there respected him, to them, he would always be the small, talentless little girl he had been born as.

When the end came to Hartil, Lace remembers staring off, without a care at all. The signs of the end appeared so rapidly that he didn’t have time to care, so they assumed he brought it about. Maybe it was their hatred speaking, or maybe it was because of the books about the Demounin gods he had been reading, either way, they blamed him for the end's quick approach.

Lace remember’s the fires and rocks flying down, but he had a different concern from that cell he was in, the dolls sitting in front of him. Lace never owned dolls, none were ever near the jail even so. These dolls weren’t a Hartil model anyways, they were a perfect replica of a person, they even spoke. Lace would have never guessed they were dolls had they not told him, their names were Vee and Shade. Lace hardly cared, he was simply awaiting death.

That’s when Vee, the shorter of the two, proposed a deal. “Let me kill you and you’ll be given new life somewhere better, a place with friends and a family that cares, the only cost is that you must pledge your loyalty to Eleanora and her 10 saints.” For once, Lace was grateful he had read those books that got him damned to this cell, he knew Eleanora was a bad sign.

Before he spoke, a small voice came through, a voice he didn’t recognize. “Don’t. . .” The voice struggled as it went, but Lace had a feeling he could trust it. “Accept.  . .” Lace looked toward Vee, who’s hand was extended towards him, a smile painting his face, yet it looked almost pained.

Lace wondered if he just didn’t uphold his end of the deal, what would happen to him? Did he want to take that chance? He didn’t get to choose before the fire reached him. Lace didn’t like the feeling of burning, that feeling of his skin tearing slowly burning off. The dolls had to leave before any deal could be made, so Lace sat there and burned.

Eventually, everything went black and he assumed death had taken him, but he was still thinking and the gods would not give him the gift of death just yet. When he opened his eyes, he was in a field of white grass, where the sky was a rainbow, a ringing sound began to fill his ears. This world, as he would later know, was The Light, made to drive people to madness. Lace couldn’t move as the ringing grew louder, drowning out his thoughts, almost causing him to collapse. 

A girl approached, she looked about his age, the dress she was wearing mirrored his own. When she spoke, her voice was clear, as if she was speaking over the ringing in his ears. It was that same voice from before, just fire reached. “Hello!” It was soft, almost soothing if it wasn’t for that ringing, why was it still getting louder? “Sorry for bringing you here, but I want to ask a favour of you!” Lace could barely hold his eyes open, it felt like every bit of him was slipping away. “I need you to help someone, I promise you’ll get something out of this too! She can bring you new life somewhere where at least she’ll care, away from those who would hurt you. All you need to do is be her friend, I promise she’s not that bad!” The girl spoke, her voice was so clear over the ringing, it made Lace wonder who she was.

Lace didn’t have time to think, nor did he want the ringing growing louder. So he agreed, if it meant he was free from this damn ringing. He simply nodded, not sure she would hear him if he spoke. Soon, the ringing stopped and everything went black.

When he woke, there was a girl crouched beside him as he lay on the floor. It felt like it was breathing, the floor felt weirdly of flesh and it felt like hundreds were staring at him. He had an image in his head given to him by the girl from before, it was who he was supposed to help. It was a girl with short, dark purple hair that faded into a brighter color, her eyes looked almost like voids of pink and blue, and she had two large, blue horns with the ends floating with some type of magic. She had small bits of armor on, enough to only really defend her joints. Scars seemed to cover most of her body, there was one large one across left eye. This person seemed to be the girl currently crouched besides Lace, he wonders if the girl from the light planned this.

The girl beside was poking his check lightly with her nail, it was sharp and stung each time she touched him. “So pretty, it looks dead though, where do you think it’s from?” She excitedly turned to someone near her, though Lace couldn’t make out their response. “But someone from there wouldn’t be able to get here, they have a different afterlife!” She looked back to Lace, and stared for a second. Eventually, she laid her dead down on his chest for a minute before looking over to her friend. “It still has a pulse, so I can’t feed off of it yet, what should we do?”

Before her friend could answer, Lace began to try to move, it hurt to do so, it felt like the floor had been trying to consume him. This caused the girl to fall backward, she wasn’t expecting the thing on the floor to start moving anytime soon but here she was, watching it try to move. Lace looked towards, confused. “Who. . .” He squinted trying, his best to sit up straight. “Are you?”

[crescentfool]

some old persona 3 stuff 🥳