#ive already made some custom ones for my friends

[edenfire]

💞💗 Vox Custom Heart Buttons 💗💞

wanna get your favorite Vee to say whatever your heart desires?? well, nows your chance!!🥰🌟✨️

or I just got heart buttons and I am having wayyy too much fun making these lmao XD

just go to my shop, and put in the notes what you'd like his screen to say!!🥰💗💞

> my shop <

[sirfrogsworth]

Froglock Holmes, Internet Sleuth

I don't remember dates very well, but I believe sometime in the mid 2000s I had a friend drive me from St. Louis to Detroit. It was a very difficult journey. I have never done well as a car passenger and driving for an entire day was one of the more miserable experiences in my life.

But I got through it because I was *convinced* I was about to be cured. Back then it was the only thing I wished for and I was willing to try absolutely anything.

So we were off to see the Wizard about my wish.

During that time there were no doctors in St. Louis who knew anything about Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. But I found a website for a medical company that claimed if I saw one of their approved doctors, they could guarantee a 50% improvement. And when I did my pre-interview on the phone, that lady said some patients experienced a full recovery. To which I replied, "Yes, I will take one full recovery please."

But the closest approved specialist I could find was in Detroit and she would only treat me if I did my first consultation in person. She would then continue treating me over the phone.

My friend took three days off and she borrowed her parent's SUV so I would have leg room during the 8 hour trip. We loaded up on snacks and compact discs and began our road trip to wellness. We merged onto the Yellow Brick Road (a.k.a. I-70 East) and headed toward the land of Marshall Mathers.

The more I got car sick, the more I focused on asking the Wizard to grant my wish.

A new... mitochondria?

Plus several trillion.

A new several trillion little powerhouses.

This doctor was part of a national network of facilities that claimed they could effectively treat Fibromyalgia and CFS with a groundbreaking 6 step "holistic" approach. It was super holistic. Extra super duper holistic. The website made sure you knew it was holistic.

And those 6 steps sounded very fancy.

I mean, that all seems pretty legit. They were going to enhance my cells and address coagulation deficits. That's a thing, right?

Now I know that "holistic" is a buzzword that should be met with skepticism, but back then I was really hopeful they could help me. They enthusiastically made bold promises and filled me with such assured hope that I sold my car to help pay for everything.

We arrived in Detroit the evening before the appointment. I slept maybe an hour. Morning eventually arrived and we headed to the office. They gave me a clipboard full of paperwork that took forever to fill out.

"Can I please just see the Wizard and get my wish?"

I got to the exam room and they put me in a gown with the butt showing—which I don't think my friend was prepared for. I have a condition known as Hank Hill Butt and it can take a bit of getting used to upon first glance.

My poor friend refused to make eye contact while I was wearing it.

The doctor finally arrived and this supernatural healing wizard turned out to be a very short Greek lady. She asked dozens of questions—most of which I answered on the forms already. She poked my belly, checked my reflexes, and at no point did her examination require a gown with the butt showing.

She officially diagnosed me with severe Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and told me she was going to type up a custom treatment regimen and while she was doing that, I was going to get a special IV they designed to specifically combat CFS.

They took me to a room full of comfy reclining chairs and hooked me to an IV full of orange nonsense. Once that was done I met back up with the Wizard and she had created the afore-mentioned "customized" treatment regimen full of expensive supplements and vitamins that were not covered by insurance. Many of which I had to buy directly from the facility. As I looked over the treatment worksheet, I realized they gave the same document to all of the patients.

It was at this point, 560 miles away from my home, stuck in some office in the suburbs of Detroit (which will eventually be taken over by a tooth pulp dentist), with my Hank Hill butt hanging out...

I realized this could have been an email.

I decided to put everything on three different credit cards. Combined with the money from my car, I had about $20,000 to invest in fixing my broken body. My plan was to get all better so I could get a job and pay everything back. I even told the doctor this brilliant financial stratagem and she agreed it was a good plan. No notes.

Young Froggie was being hit in the face with red flag after red flag and Old Froggie is a little embarrassed about that.

I don't remember any of the supplements, but they had names like "EnergyMax Plus" and "Ultra MitoBooster 3000." They definitely sounded like legitimate, evidenced-backed medical supplements and not knockoff energy drinks endorsed by D-list Instagram influencers.

It wasn't all overpriced vitamins though. The doctor had some silly ideas that were actually covered by insurance. She said I should thin my blood so it took less energy to circulate. And I should boost my testosterone levels above the typical range to improve energy. So I had to inject myself with blood thinners and rub testosterone cream on my legs every day for months.

The blood thinners gave me tons of painful bruises at the injection sites and made me dizzy from time to time. The shots became so painful I would have to close my eyes and have my dad inject me. Otherwise I would chicken out. We kept running out of places that didn't have bruises so he would just pick the smallest bruise and stick the needle there.

And the testosterone cream had an interesting side effect that I am debating whether to talk about as I write this sentence.

Okay, I'm just going to tell you.

We are all adults here and we can handle adult conversations while remaining dignified and mature.

The testosterone cream gave me constant, spontaneous, hours-long boners.

I hadn't experienced anything like it since I was a teenager. No erotic inspiration required other than a gentle breeze. Only this time I didn't have a math book to hide behind.

None of it helped my fatigue.

In fact, the constant bonerpalooza was exhausting to deal with.

"Oh look, that actress I enjoy has a fully exposed ankle." "I bet that attractive lady has boobs under that heavy winter coat." "Hey, is it Wednesday?"

At some point it becomes a chore, ya know?

Thank god it was well before 2014, because if I had seen Chris Evans bicep curling a helicopter I probably would have needed hospitalization.

/end dignified adult conversation

After six months I had 0% of the promised 30-50% improvement 90% of the time and she kept saying I just needed to give it more time. She said it works quicker with the IVs full of orange nonsense. But they custom made those IVs and can only administer them in Detroit. She claimed the oral supplements were filled with the same nonsense, but took much longer to kick in. She told me I could be patient or drive to Detroit once a week for an IV treatment if I wanted faster results. If that were true, I feel like that should have been disclosed at the beginning. But I was assured I could get the same results without the IV treatments.

It didn't matter at that point. My credit cards were maxed out and I was out of money. I called the doctor and asked if there was any treatment she could recommend that was covered by my insurance. She got very quiet and awkwardly said she would try to figure something out. Roughly 30 minutes later I was emailed a coupon for $20 off our next phone consultation. I responded and told her I literally had no money left.

I never heard from her again.

The Wizard had no ability to grant my wish for several trillion properly functioning mitochondrias. She had no magic treatment. I finally saw her for what she truly was.

With perfect hindsight I could now see all of the red flags.

Though if I hadn't at least tried, I probably would have wondered and regretted it.

Hard to say.

I was kind of amazed how they built a country wide collection of clinics and they were able to operate for years solely on the placebo effect.

Years later I was curious what happened to this network of quackery. I found a news article saying it was all shut down due to fraud. I don't think they had a holistic approach to paying their taxes.

The reason I am telling this tale is because I have been playing detective and gathering evidence for my disability case. I started to wonder if maybe I could find my fraudulent Wizard to see if she had any kind of records or something that might help me. I knew it was a long shot, but I didn't want to leave a stone unturned.

At first all I could remember was her last name and that she was a D.O. and not an M.D. Standard Google searches were not turning up anything. I couldn't find her current practice nor any contact information. Apparently her Greek last name is a popular Arabic first name for men... so all my searches kept resulting in doctor dudes. This was not the time for a sausage fest and I was getting frustrated.

And then I finally remembered the name of the medical company.

Fibromyalgia & Fatigue Centers, Inc.

I even remembered their URL... fibroandfatigue.com

So I went to the Wayback Machine and I was able to find their now-defunct website. I suddenly remembered its cloudy banner image and "concerned_woman.png" like it was yesterday.

Why, yes... I am tired of being tired.

I also remembered their promise that over 90% of patients had at least a 30-50% improvement. Which was the claim that sent me down this rabbit hole to begin with all those years ago.

I started searching different versions of the site to see how their claims of effectiveness changed over time. At first they basically implied they made everyone completely better.

If I saw that I would definitely think I was getting a cure. But I imagine this caused some problems so they had to dial it back a bit.

I couldn't find the 90% version, but I did find the 30-50%.

This actually sounds like you have a 100% chance of a 30 to 50% improvement.

As I skipped around to the archived captures of different years, the promised percentage kept changing. I don't think they did an actual statistical analysis of their patients. I think they just picked a percentage that sounded enticing without promising too much. Just enough to be life-changing with a built-in excuse for when it all goes tits up.

Years after my experience, the site finally settled on a 65% improvement in energy levels. It was on their new page detailing how "affordable" their treatment was.

$20,000, you say? Balderdash, no one would spend that much.

If you were curious, they claim their treatment is now affordable due to a new monthly payment plan system. It did not become any cheaper.

However, under the 65% promise, they added this disclaimer with a large bold heading...

Success depends largely on your dedication and commitment. Our most successful patients are the ones who make the commitment to follow the treatment program rigorously. Patients who are aggressive and comply with the treatment process experience significantly better long-term results than those whose dedication is half-hearted and whose compliance is minimal.

In other words, "If our bullshit supplements don't work, it is YOUR fault."

Or in my case... "If you run out of money, it is YOUR fault."

Oh and there was also this...

Looking at all of the versions of the Fibro & Fatigue, Inc website was certainly fascinating, but I had to quit dicking clicking around and find my focus.

I still had detective-ing to do.

I was on the hunt for a Detroit-area Greek doctor of osteopathy.

There were ~250 captures of the site between 2004 and 2016. She wasn't listed in the newest captures, nor the oldest captures. So I kept trying to drill down to find the exact time period she worked at the company.

And then... EUREKA!

She was hiding in 2005 on their "Meet the Doctors" page.

Her first name was *drumroll* Sultana!

I can't imagine why I didn't remember that common first name.

Finally, after weeks of trying to figure this out, I now had enough information to do a proper Google search and discover what the heck she is currently up to. Probably putting people in open-butt gowns to check their tonsils or something.

*googling noises intensify*

I'm not sure I've ever come across such a literal dead end.

Should I be making puns about this?

I mean, she did help exploit me out of my entire life savings and put me in significant credit card debt with the Sex Panther-approved promise of a guaranteed 30-50% recovery 90% of the time.

And the institution she was a part of was shut down for fraud.

Still... I never wished an early death upon her.

I would have been happy with a trip to small claims court.

[caseylicious]

Hello! I love your rottmnt work!! I just finished binge reading them!

Is it alright if I request a rise!Donnie x Shy! Mad Scientist reader?

Like April introduces her “normal” friend and Donnie is shook (and in love) when reader starts talking complex science out of nowhere.

Thank you so much!!

"In The Name of SCIENCE!"

Summary: April introduces her "normal" friend to Donnie. How will he deal with his feelings finding out that the reader is a "Mad Scientist?"

Character: Donnie

Reader: GENDER NEUTRAL (not specified in request.)

Relationship: CRUSH (Not specified in request)

Warnings: THE MOST WHOLESOME PIECE IVE EVER WRITTEN IS ABOUT TO BE SHOWN. TAKE CAUTION...

Words: 2158

A/N: Sir/Miss, I am in LOVE with your request!! It sounds so cute already, and I am so excited to just type this. Thank you for reading my work! You're so sweet.

As always! Please, Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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"April, are you really sure...?" You tilted your hooded head to her, with a hushed voice. Your (maybe only) friend, April; placed her attention onto you. She smiled, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. "Yeah! Y/N, don't worry! My boy Donnie is one of the smartest people I know! You'll get along just fine." You nodded hesitantly, not sure of what's to come as you both began to walk out of your school.

A few weeks ago, you became friends with the one addresses herself as, "April O' Neil." You as an individual tend to fall side to more of the "Weird" part of society. Not seeing any interest in cheerleading or Volleyball. You didn't feel right in those "categories." Which made you sort of a "creep" in your high school. And you genuinely didn't blame them. You couldn't imagine yourself wearing tight dresses which expose skin; it was ridiculous! What if you were in a situation in which you had to run away due to an outside threat? What would that unnecessary tight dress do for you? Other than exposing more skin to be harmed, it was an idiot move.

Which was why you chose to be practical. You attempted to share your ideas with others... but they just didn't see your ideas normal. They doubted that you could even reach such goals. They were just... impossible. You proved yourself and them wrong; and you so bad wanted to rant to people about your inventions. But nobody wanted to listen, you were just too weird.

It didn't really affect your mood that much. It's not like you thought badly of yourself. Heavens no, you knew your self worth. You could do things others just couldn't. You enjoyed most of your time alone in school, but sometimes... it just gets lonely.

You felt lonely, and that ate you up immensely. That was until you met April. She asked you about the app you created on your phone, which surprised you. Somebody asking about your creation? Your own baby? You answered shyly and she was amazed. You remembered the situation perfectly due to your "photographic" memory.

"Wow Y/N! That's actually helpful to society!" She leaned over from her chair to look into your phone. It was customized to your aesthetic. She was exactly 5 inches away from you. She was wearing an eyeshadow which contained ingredients which wouldn't harm the planet nor animals, and you could tell she was chewing on a mint for half of the class.

You had to think for a quick second on what to say, You were a genius. Obviously, but you knew your shy aspects would get in the way of a basic fast: "Thank you." You came to a conclusion just nodding your head.

Which... now leads you here. During those weeks of becoming "strangers, acquaintance, to inner circle." She asked you to meet some of her other friends, and it freaked you out a lot. April was one of the only people that seemed to tolerate your hyper fixations and rants about your lover, science. You weren't afraid of her proclaimed "friends." No. You were afraid of embarrassing her in front of her them. You didn't want to be the reason why her reputation decreases because of your weirdness. However, you did want to make her happy by participating, and you did.

You were dressed in a "normal-looking" attire and brushed your hair to the point where it didn't poof up like the many times of experimentation you did. Your hands tinkering with each other, you looked confusedly at the sewer manhole you and April stood in front of. "..Errm, April you understand this is a manhole, yes?" She chuckled, "Y/N! I'm not that dumb y'know? Pfft... This is where my friends live."

You were confused to her logic as her carefree face changed to a firm look. A look of maturity and seriousness, she faced you. "Y/N, you have to promise me whatever you see down there. That you won't freak out nor tell people about them." What was she talking about? You wouldn't freak out- you've done things that freaked out people to a degree where they questioned if you were mentally ill. "April.. you know I've done weird. I don't really see how your friends will freak me out." She looked at you, almost as if she was looking for your soul. Your will to live. "And... you're sure?"

You take a deep breathe, nodding with confirmation. "Yes, I am sure." Her face relaxed as you both ascended down the manhole.

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💜 Donnie

Raph has awoken all his brothers in the lair, due to the text April sent a couple days ago. She was going to introduce them to one of her own friends. Leo himself was excited to show off his skills to another person other than his brothers and April, Raph was excited to meet another person which was friends with April, and Mikey in general was excited to meet you... it was Donnie who was a bit doubtful.

Donnie was an unique individual, it didn't make him less of a person. It was just he saw the world differently. He saw logic while others may see emotions and feelings. He was aware of this and was still learning on how to react to things with a bit more empathy... but he really couldn't due to his low empathy. He decided that he was going to be a respectful person as April gave you a tour around the lair.

"Okay boys, you all know the drill right?" His older brother held some empty pizza boxes, cleaning up. Mikey nodded as he placed away his crayons. "Yep! Oooo!! I just can't wait to meet April's new friend!" A chuckle escaped Leo as he organized each of his Jupiter Jim comics. He glanced towards the turtle which only sat on the bean bag and scrolled on his phone. "Donnie, you plan on cleaning the lair?"

He smirked, "Oh, what you don't see Leo... I came up with a mechanic which would clean the lab for me! So while you three do simple activities like that, I chose to be practical." Leo groaned rolling his eyes, "You didn't plan on making a bot which could do that job for us?" Leo stood up, stretching down. "It could've be.. real practical for like- y'know. us?" Donnie frowned to Leo's poor memory.

"Last time I created an invention that did simple chores for you, each of you decided to tinker with it." He wasn't wrong, though.. he did make the bot be biased and favor him out of the other brothers. And be almost a body guard for him... but we don't talk about that.

Leo frowned, "well. You created the thing to be all biased over you!" Donnie gasped. "Scoff! Well if it weren't for you touching Shelldon, he would've killed me. Replacing me as your "new brother."

"Yeahh, but we saved your life didn't we?" Leo grinned mischievously, leaning over on one of the handle of his blades. "Oh yeahh! We did!" Donnie grumbled to himself, "Yes... you all did. Even so- still your fault." Before the conversation could continue, they all heard Raph shout- "THEY'RE ALMOST HERE!" And they all, except Donnie scrambled to get everybody tidied up.

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April's voice echoed down the hole, "We're almost there Y/N!" You nodded as you stepped down each step. Your gloves kept you from slipping, though you wondered how many times April had to step down the manhole to not fall down. You tried imagining what people April chose to hang out with. They probably were cool...

You were snapped out of your imagination when your foot reached a flat surface. You got off the ladder with April and you could see an orange-yellowish light. You hesitated for a second. This was it, the moment that every "lonely" person had to face. Meeting with people that you don't even know about for the first time ever. April was a couple steps ahead of you. "C'mon Y/N! They're right here!" You quickly nodded, running over. And that's when you came face-to-face with something you've never seen before.

Were they... turtles? Mutant? Your shoulders were tense as you stared at each one of them. A common response for.. most people. "Y/N, this is Raph..." She directed to the large red turtle. He waved towards you with a toothy grin. "Nice meeting ya!" You nodded shyly. "This is Leo..." The blue bandana-turtle brought out his hand towards you. "Nice meeting one of Aprils' friends." You nodded again shyly, shaking his hand. "This is-" Mikey jumped towards you, making you step back a couple steps. "Michelangelo! But call me Mikey!" His grin was so bright that you had to blink a couple times to see again. "And finally, this is..."

Your eyes climbed up to meet with the purple turtles'. "Greetings, I am Donatello. But please refer me as Donnie." He stood in a way that somehow made you relax. There was something about him you just didn't know, but relate too. Quickly getting yourself out of your thoughts, you introduced yourself. "H- hello... I am Y/N L/N... It's nice meeting all of you." Your voice squeaked a little and you covered your mouth embarrassed. Donnie assumed that you didn't understand science to your "regular" looking attire. Genuinely, he assumes everybody around him doesn't understand science and engineering the way he does.

After a few awkward stares, April chose to give you a tour. You found out that Leo's room was decorated in merchandise of Jupiter Jim, a show which almost each of the brothers cherished. You also noticed that his room seemed to be one of the "best" ones you've seen in a sewer. But let's be honest, have you ever gone into a sewer with a actual rooms? You've done a decent job at staying "normal" around them all. You didn't suddenly say a comment on their interests nor did you suddenly say random facts. Finally, you came upon Donnie's lab. Before you and April could even enter, The taller purple turtle had to set some ground rules.

"Do not attempt to touch anything. Do not try stealing any of my equipment, because I will know- and do not-" April sighed, "Yeah, yeah D. We get it!" You felt April nudge you a bit. She seemed to "know" that you'd get along with him immediately. He was the first familiar name he heard when you were walking with her.

The doors opened, as smoke exited the room. A dramatic entrance; exquisite. April walked in with Donnie. You walked in last hearing a loud slam of the lab doors. You breathed in some of the smoke, causing you to cough all of it out. When you cleaned out your lungs you were surprised to see inventions that you didn't know someone could make. You made an audible gasp walking towards the metal. Donnie stepped forwards quickly. "Hey- what did I just say-"

You probably spoke too soon, because your "norm" bubble all of sudden popped. You just knew so much about the material, how could you not share?

"Is this titanium?! Where did you get it? Oh my goodness- did you create it? No- no.. You couldn't have you'd need-"

"ilmenite, leucoxene, and rutile!" He said the words you were about to say. The turtle you noted as distant seemed to know what you were talking about. "P- precisely! You do know grabbing yourself some uranium could help create some radioactive equipment, right?" He nodded to your claim, because you were precisely correct! April smirked, watching you both infodump one another on the science and engineering behind his inventions.

"The titanium in your shell can get damaged in high-temperature situations you know that right? Exactly above 400 degrees Celsius... and- what tools did you use to sand it? I've tried a normal sanding board, but that didn't work!" "Ah- well, I used a technique of a sanding board and some Aluminum Oxide. They both help remove the rough surface." You grinned widely, explaining to him on your projects. How you were going to attempt to create a network of wires that would help society in a way, that you didn't know yet. But would figure out along the way. He ranted to you about his experiments and successful and failed projects. You bounced ideas on each other. You both didn't pay attention to April suddenly leaving the room to chat with the others.

"Well.. you could've placed a firewall system on Shelldon." You twirled your hair finally feeling like yourself.

He sighed, "You're right... I should've placed one even while he was charging."

He never expected someone like yourself to know all of this information. Your knowledge just made his heart just act a bit funny. Funny enough, just for him to fall in love with you.

[weyrleaders]

it's my birthday so legally no one can stop me here have 1k words of two characters ive never said a word about anywhere before. theyre both characters i made for remember you will die and would never actually meet because theyre both The Merc but i can do whatever i want forever

“Look, here’s the thing,” Ray says as he spins the chair around. He drops into it, arms crossed over the back. “I’m rooting for you! Really!”

The man tied to the other chair gives him a dubious look, blond hair falling messily over green eyes. There’s a streak of dried blood down his face. His nose probably isn’t broken, but Ray’s fairly certain it was a near thing. A palm to the face was the fastest way to knock him away from the blade Aster nearly put through his neck. As it is, the cut along his jaw is still bleeding sluggishly.

“My friend out there—”

“We aren’t friends,” Aster interrupts from the other side of the door.

Ray rolls his eyes.

“My associate out there is the one you should be worried about. I’m trying to help you out.”

The man is still glowering.

“I know you don’t believe me,” Ray says, “but the thing is, all that matters is the package. We don’t have to kill you if you just tell us what we need to know. Help me help you help me.”

“The fuck does that mean?” The man mutters, confusion overpowering his suspicion.

“It means if you don’t work with me, you’re going to have to work with him,” explains Ray. “And, well, he’s got that kit of his. Y’know, he’s got a knife in there specifically for chopping off fingers. A skinning knife, too.”

The man’s facade cracks. Ray watches the blood drain from his face.

“And those pliers have to be custom-made, or else there’s just some really specific-ass tools in the world. It’s got a bladed end to cut into the gums so you can get a better grip on the teeth. I don’t know what exactly the wedges are for, but—”

“Jesus!” The man spits. “Okay!”

“Well, it can’t be pleasant,” Ray adds. “And I have to watch if he does all that so I can report back to Orla, and I don’t wanna see that shit.”

“Fuck, alright, fine! I’ll tell you what I know!”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem stabbing someone to death, or whatever,” continues Ray, waving his hand nonchalantly. “I just think that’s all a bit excessive, y’know? One time he took out this dude’s eyeball and made him eat it—”

“Fucking hell, 7th Street hired my boss to steal the damn trunk! I don’t even know what’s in it!”

The door creaks open as Aster prowls inside.

“Of course it’s fucking 7th Street,” he growls. “And it wasn’t his eyeball, Ray.”

Ray twists a bit to look at Aster over his shoulder. He opens his mouth as if to speak but thinks better of it. He shrugs and returns to their prisoner. It really is unfortunate. Ray was hoping their thief was a Viper. Aster may just shoot the poor bastard on principle.

“But you don’t work for 7th Street, and had no idea they were involved until after the fact,” he offers, eyeing the black case Aster sets on the table nearby.

The man follows his gaze. He stares for a moment, until understanding and the faintest hint of panic spark in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replies. “The boss didn’t tell me who it was for, or who it belonged to. Just wanted me to snatch it.”

Aster pops the latch on the case, and the top rolls open on well-oiled hinges. Ray can’t see what sort of toys he has in there, but he can guess based on what he’s seen Aster use in the past. Orla tries not to have them work together at all if she can help it, but sometimes a job calls for a little game of “good merc, will-absolutely-torture-you-to-death merc” to get things done.

Aster lifts a large knife from the case and holds it up to the scant light. His cybernetic eyes already give off an eerie yellow glow in the dark, and it’s worse reflected in the shining metal.

“Huh, that one looks pretty choppy. Is that the finger one?” Ray asks.

Aster doesn’t reply, just admires the blade. Their prisoner draws a shaky breath.

“They—they’re taking the trunk to this warehouse down at the docks! I don’t know the address, but it’s supposed to be the only one tagged with a blue cat!”

Aster turns his head slowly and arches a brow. He doesn’t say a word, just studies the man, and Ray decides to finally listen to the impulse telling him to shut the fuck up for once.

“I swear!” The man shouts, tears welling up in his eyes. “I don’t know anything else! Please!”

Ray coos and looks over at Aster, who sighs and places the knife back home in the case. The man sighs and goes limp.

“You can cut him loose,” Aster grouses.

Ray obliges. The man stands slowly, rubbing his wrists while Ray leans down to take care of the rest of the ropes. There’s a brief moment where the man tenses, and Ray wonders if he’s thinking about kicking him. Ray eyes the man’s Achilles tendon.

But the moment passes and the man backs away as Ray straightens.

“You should probably get the fuck out of here before we change our mind,” Ray suggests cheerfully.

The man takes a few more slow steps back. There’s only one door, and Aster and Ray make no move to let him pass. He swallows, eyes lingering on the gun strapped to Aster’s thigh.

That’s another thing Ray doesn’t like about working with Aster. People see a gun and assume Aster is the only scary one. Ray has had to prove otherwise enough times for it to get annoying. Sure, Aster will skin your arm if he thinks it’ll get results. Or shoot off a few fingers. Or mail a body piece by piece back to their boss. Or—Alright. Maybe he is the scarier one.

The man takes a deep breath and practically runs between them. Ray starts to stick out his foot to trip him, but Aster’s already glaring at him. He still could—Orla would be pissed if Aster maimed him—but then he’d have to listen to Aster bitch about it all the way to the docks.

The man stumbles outside. Ray feels a prickle of unease down his spine and instinctively tenses. Aster barely moves, just enough for Ray to realize what’s happening a split second too late to stop it.

The crack of the gunshot is loud in the small room, and Ray hears the thud as the man drops out on the street.

“Oh, fuck off,” he hisses. “I hate that you can do that ‘fire from the hip’ bullshit.”

Aster’s stony expression cracks into a grin.

[limbuscompany-culture-is]

FOUND THIS BLOG ON ACCIDENT.. HI IT'S ONE OF THE SYSTEMS THAT PARTICIPATED IN THE DONGRANG DUEL [gachasystem].

SO, for context, OUR Dongrang, Greene, HATES the other system's Dongrang. Like, he always bickers with Dongrang, even though Dongrang mostly laughs it off, Greene is INVESTED. This man is his nemesis. Public enemy number one. I have to have a spray bottle on hand in case they start screaming at each other like rival cats. We have made memes of it.

And one day I suggested. The cage fight. And everyone said YES, even those who had no real 'stake' in this fight. We scheduled it and everything [had to postpone because the other Dongrang was stuck in a car at the initial timeframe].

I made Greene a custom minecraft skin just for the Dongrang Cage Fight. I was invested. I could not WAIT to see how it went down.

A mutual friend of ours made an entire cage and dropped both Dongrangs into it, and LITERALLY THE MOMENT THEY BOTH SPAWNED IN THEY STARTED HITTING EACH OTHER. AND KILLING EACH OTHER. Also for the first ten or so minutes there were also cows in the cage fight, which quickly became collateral damage in the carnage.

But it does not stop there.

No, dear reader.. the plot thickens. Our journey has only begun.

Every time one of them would spawn in, the other would IMMEDIATELY go back to fighting them. Hell or high water, the other Dongrang was simply going to die. One of the spectators- who had admin privileges- placed traps inside the cage. TNT traps. This went over about as well as one would hope.

Somewhere in the chaos we acquired SWORDS. And Dongrang killed Greene and immediately stole his sword, so poor Greene was running around practically defenseless for a while. It was like a Looney Tunes bit. Greene also got buried underneath the cage at some point, and then killed, and then Dongrang got killed in the same hole.

SOMEHOW some of the cage got damaged in the fight and our friend turned on Dongrang, and started hunting him for sport. Clearly, the admin privileges had gotten to people's heads, and it was every Dongrang for himself. Greene managed to hide away long enough to make himself some stone tools and a furnace, wandered back to the cage, fought AGAIN, and then our mutual friend turned on the day/night cycle and I'm pretty sure hunted Dongrang for sport again, this time with Greene attempting to intervene because there was now a temporary truce.

This evolved into everyone going more or less into survival mode [barring Dongrang and Greene, who were already stuck there], and we all ended up playing Minecraft normally for a bit.

The remains of the cage became our home base, by the way, if you were curious.

Dongrang won but Greene refuses to admit it.

ANYWAYS I HOPE THIS WAS A FUN READ!

@gachasystem

ive never been more entertained in my life i think

[beesmygod]

I'm glad you watched another playthrough of the devil in me bc sgfs run made it look so bad I wondered if he had missed some absolutely crucial game choice but no I guess it really is just like that

the shit makes no sense. im going to "spoil" it rn but like. you can't spoil this game. theres no twist theres just a fucked up guy who walks at you. the killer was killerman. you win prize money.

like lets do a quick list of what was good ("good") and what wasnt. most of these are just going to be moments or isolated plot elements

THE BAD:

it wasnt as accidentally funny as their previous games. accidentally funny i mean.

it had the audacity to end with someone picking up the h.h. holmes mask (not a thing that exists btw. no one is making these except like custom on etsy. its so fucking suspicious) like "oooh hes going to do it agaiiiin!" but he got chopped up by a boat propeller. no he isnt

the areas and parts where certain players were "supposed" to die were REALLY telegraphed and detrimental to the pacing of an already artificially bloated plot

why was there a dog that hated the murderer living on the island waiting to bite the shit out of him. whose dog was that. why was there dog. cheap emotional fodder tossed in at the end.

the opening kill is legitimately unpleasant to watch. they forgot that the kills are supposed to be gruesome and not stomach churningly sadistic or remind me of holocaust movies

the characters are genuinely awful and boring people who hate each other. not a single lifeline to be had. even the dog shows up too late for you to establish any kind of friendship

the reason why no one has cell phones is because a guy who is tricking them into taking his place as the murder victims just takes them as part of the "experience". they're a fucking film crew lol. theres no way

i legit thought it was going to end up being a team of people bc he was somehow everywhere at once doing the slow jason walk

instead it's one man, an ex-FBI agent who was abused by his mom and gets talked into doing serial murder by the single lamest serial killer monologue ive ever heard in my life. its just a guy who decided to try something different one day. and then i guess he built a murder hotel after faking his death so he could do more murder. this sucks. i dont care about this.

the plot elements are completely random. the animatronics made out of PEOPLE (they apparently did not get the news that they were beat to this idea by a solid near decade) have nothing to do with anything at all. not h.h. holmes, not murder hotel. they're just there for no reason. they barely even get used.

and they had the audacity to show him MAKING animatronics OF THE 5 FILM CREW MEMBERS after they arrived on the island. this game takes place over the course of one day. he did not do this. there is no way. this game stretches the player's suspension of disbelief too far.

the writing on the mom and the serial killer is pathetic lol. its rough to see evil attempted by people who can only conceptualize it in terms of physical violence

oh great another taxidermy guy. thanks

it was just some guy

THE "GOOD"

the ending is so bad that its ballsy. it cuts to a news reporter talking about how they are still finding bodies in the hotel where 5 person groups were tricked into staying so that they could be murdered. the ppl watching the report are interrupted by their friend who tells them her viral video won a contest (dog its 2022 lol) and the prize is that 5 of them get to stay in a mysterious hotel owned by a man with the same name as the guy they were just talking about.

then it zooms into the email the girl got telling her that she won and that one image of h.h. holmes is just in the window

did he make the little graphic announcing she has won? did he deliberately include himself? did he not notice somehow that he was in the picture. did he set up a timer and run up to the top floor so he could be very spooky and mysterious

HOW could he POSSIBLY afford another murder house. the invoice for the first one on the private island is IN THE GAME and its an eye popping amount. he does NOT have another house like where is he getting the money? or getting it zoned? or tricking ANOTHER construction team into building death traps that are suspiciously like the ones on the news

theres a part where a woman is stuck in a closet having an anxiety/asthma attack and the scary murder man gives her her inhaler. for some reason. this is never explained

why did he have ultra specific recordings of his mom commenting on what time he arrives and what page of his baby book he looks at. or what time it is.

theres phonographs and creepy music playing everywhere and no one turns them off like "what the fuck!!!" they're just like ooooh no im being menaced SSOOOO much

why was one of the crew members friends with someone who was strangled by "the campus strangler". as far as i can tell this adds nothing to the story, it just freaks her. as the player i dont care bc the the killerman just finds this out somehow and finds a copy of the paper where they used a photo taken of her, her friend and the strangler. guess which one is the strangler:

how could they identify his fake dead body from "dental records". they explicit say this. did he fucking glue a set of teeth into the guys mouth. is he toothless throughout the whole game. is he wearing fake teeth. im laughing just typing this up. what the fuck

he pulled an hh holmes on the construction crew after they built a hh holmes themed murder hotel for him.

the murder counter. why does it exist. how does it know to update.

im now thinking about how funny it is that he put in a 4th digit. get real dude! no WAY

the director being baited into an obvious trap with cigarettes like he was being hunted by wiley e. coyote was insane. my dude you are being murdered. you know you are at this point. why did you go into the room with only one entrance!!

this:

it was just some guy

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

uh so i know it's not request time so feel free to ignore this, but I broke my arm a couple weeks ago and just got the cast off yesterday (i still have to have a brace, but, you know, still) and I was wondering if we could get some a prompt about bones (broken or otherwise)

it was NOT request time BUT i do hope you feel better AND its halloween the first tomorrow SO i collected all the ones ive already written! bones.

“If you dream about the meadow, dig for my bones,” he whispered, “and bring one back, if you can.”

A ship made of whalebones had crashed on the rocks and washed ashore. I just happened to be looking out my window when it happened.

I saw a deer climb out of the frozen river, antlers cracking the ice from below, moving as if its bones were barely attached to each other. 

You had to watch the ground for wishbones. Breaking one even by accident would unleash hell, for better or (usually) worse.

I had one of my bones stolen, as a child. Only for an hour or two, but the experience changed me forever.

My town is normal I think, except for the river. The entire riverbed is covered in bones, which we collect for playthings, crafts, and ceremonies.

The desert remembers. It coughs things up, like earth oceans are said to wash things ashore. Assorted bones. Wrecked sand ships. And of course, me.

When the sea thaws in spring the first rib bones wash ashore. My friends and I always break one, for luck.

 Bones grow up from the ground, piercing our town, the cold white ribcage of a curious, otherworldly god. Every day I grab my saw, and get to work.

Strange people, and I’m sure they are people, emerge from the corn on Sundays. They swear they have every sort of thing for sale in there, long lost paintings, and bottled sunshine, and nice sturdy bones.

We learn something new every day, in the desert. Bones are good for bartering, doesn’t matter whose they are. Dead trees are usually hands, just pretending. 

Bones talk. Figuring out how changed science forever. It changed everything, forever. 

“I need my bones read.”  “But you’re still alive,” says the young man, looking me up and down. “I was hoping you could work around that.”

A pure white squirrel brings small bones to my cell window. I collect them, putting them in order, one by one.

Once a year, my father and I summit the mountain at dawn to feed the whales. In the fading starlight, their song echoes like a premonition through my bones.

A customer comes in asking for bones. I tattoo them on her skin where they would go in reality, one every few months, in an order she refuses to explain.

When I need extra bodies, I turn the hens into girls. They stand as soon as their bones have cracked into place, clumsy, screeching, and ravenous.

The city was protected, built on the bones of an ancient hero prophesied to rise again.

My bones scraped and creaked as they rearranged themselves hastily.

The way she moved in the water was beautifully inhuman. I realized it was because she had no bones. 

The Skeleton Garden was just what it sounded like. Hoards of wildflowers had sprung up through the bones of those who had tried and failed to flee.

Our neighbor was a beautiful girl who lived alone and wouldn’t take a compliment. “My bones are rotten,” she would say, sadly.

A desperate man once asked me, ‘where do the bones go?’ I didn’t know. I was only the collector.

As a child wandering the woods, I found a set of bones. They bid me take one home, and fashion it into a knife. 

She only wanted a quiet life. But there was lightening, quite literally, in her bones.

[orchidyoonkook]

personal

Hi, need to scream. Tumblr seems to listen best. can and please feel free to ignore.

okay so essentially my job has removed all of the things I use and need in order to be able to do my job with my mental disorder. my mental DISABILTY. that i was honest with them and told them about at my freaking trial shift. that i told them i needed certain things in order to do well. nothing drastic. but things that helped me significantly with my performace.

SOOOOOOOOO i am now severely struggling at my job because they've taken those away cuz they were 'annoying' or 'in the way' or 'clutter'. like. im not even leaving shit every where. It's like, maybe at most 3 sticky notes? (for example) and they're written just for me, like just so i can have a list of things i can do and know to go back and look on when i need a task because ive finished the one i was doing. but then my boss reads them and critiques them as if they're for everyone. or says 'okay yeah but we do that every day so i dont see why you have to write it down. you should know to do it by now' LIKE BRO. I forget to put deodorant on some days because of said mental disability. it's something i do and have done every day since i was 12 or 13. thats 12 years. and i still forget some days just cuz my brain wasn't working properly.

AND now due to this they have put me, one of the staff currently with more seniority than 3 other staff, down to one shift a week, while every one else is full time or heavily part time.

In march i was full time and kicking ass, I was the fastest employee on my tasks, i was doing great, the customers loved me and now that all of my things that i need in order to function have been removed for everyone else's aesthetic preferences, I'm suffering, and most likely being silently fired.

like... what do i do with that. I can do my job, with my accomadations - that arent that many btw - i dont expect them to move mountains for me. But dude. I hate this feeling so much because i'm capable, theyve seen me be capable. i was for 1.5 years. like i want to be good at my job. I like and enjoy being good at my job. i've told them that. I want to do good but my ability to be good is being derailed, and i just get told to try harder, just work harder, impress your boss with how hard you work -> for minimum wage, i might add.

and everyone is like "just get a new job, just apply for more jobs you're not applying for enough, literally just apply for everything, even if youre not qualified" and i cant just do that, due to said disability. there are jobs i am unable to do. so i have to be a lil picky otherwise i'll be right back where i am now. and ive been looking for months and applying for months with no luck - no one ever responds. why list jobs if you dont respond?????

it's getting to the point where im debating opening up drawing commissions or writing commissions, or something that i can make to earn a little extra cash here and there while i get over this transition period. And that's a big deal for me because i don't do commissions. I do my art for myself or for when i want to share something i've made already, like the UTWT books. Hell, I did a tattoo design for a friend on here that i put easily 40 hours into, and i felt guilty that they wanted to pay me for it because i'd asked them for the idea. Like, i don't do commissions. so for me to be considering it is really telling for me.

anyways. this is a bajillion words long now, but i already feel better. and I'm posting it in the middle of the night in hopes that the void just consumes it and never lets it see the light of day.

If you read this, thanks and sorry for the bummer of a post. This isnt a pity party or a poor yoon thing. I'm not looking for comfort or any of that. this is a 'i don't have a therapist and my friends and partner and family are sick of hearing me bitch, when i havent been able to fix it in months despite trying my best too' thing. so yeah..

i hope the new year brings me something good.

[swiftfootedachilles]

MY BEHAVIOR AND RESPONSES REGARDING WHAT EXACTLY??? stop being vague and get fucking specific. unless you HAVE nothing to be specific about because i have done absolutely nothing to garner the hate ive been receiving for MONTHS. the only reason i even said that personal shit about my relationship or lack thereof with judaism in response to your ask is so you understand that i didnt wake up one day and go "today im going to spread misinformation on the internet" i was explaining that i try to learn my shit before i go posting stuff on the internet regarding cultures that i am not a part of and customs i do not follow. i wasnt trying to gain sympathy points, i wasn't doing a "woe is me" schtick. i couldnt care less about how you or anyone else on here feels about me. it was simply me stating that i wasn't trying to misrepresent, stereotype, or negatively convey any jewish cultural beliefs

i cannot "google it" because you didnt even say what specifically i misrepresented or fetishizes about jewish customs... i learned about jewish wedding traditions, then i made a post mentioning some of those traditions because i thought it wouldve been nice to see said traditions in regards to the fictional characters Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich getting married in the television show Shameless. i did not write the episode where they revealed a shitty white supremacists to be also jewish. thats a completely separate conversation to have. i only brought up that episode because an anon was confused as to why i made a post mentioning mickey being jewish. that is what youre so pissed over. again, if i misrepresented something, i wouldnt know because - despite the fact that YOU are the one who send me an ask and made me aware that my post was apparently fetishization - you have not specified what i said to make you come to this conclusion

since you wont tell me what the hell i said that upset you so much and you refuse to respond to me privately, i guess ill have to explain myself here publicly

i can only assume that you already disliked me before today and are just looking for reasons to disassociate with me like all your friends are doing. luckily i still have followers, mutuals, and real friends who have critical thinkings skills and still support/love me despite whatever bullshit is going on in this dumbass fandom right now. whatever. i would love to hear from other people on this since the person who originally raised this concern is not responding to me. do you find it inappropriate or unethical to discuss - specifically in fandom spaces - communities you are not a part of? is that the problem here, or is there something i missed?

[abyssal-cryptid]

Still thoughts about Tears of the Kingdom (SPOILERS)

The Great Fairies look like they want to eat the small man when they first emerge

Zonai Zelda is so cute

The memories bro the memories

THERE IS A SECOND GIANT HORSE

Why cant I put flowers in their mane

Please let me marry Zonai Zelda

Rauru is like lmao Zelda I wont die *dies*

Rauru dont give Zelda more trauma she has been through so much already

Rauru is like "we will put this all on Link"

HE'S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH

I will write angry fanfic about this

Gleeoks are so terrifying what the fuck

You can upgrade your horses

What did they do to my beautiful dessert

They let me in as a man??? Noooo I was waiting to enjoy the complicated feelings of Link's gender again

Riju looks so good in this new look

Its so hot everywhere

Nooo my coins my coins!!!

Again doing shrines because I need hearts and stamina

I am a well enthusiast

I caught the golden horsie

Trying to find a perfect colored 5* speed horse is hard

Why are there gleeoks everywhere

IVE BEEN COLLECTING HORSE GEAR

Outfits my one true love

My horses are so cute

Let me customize the big horses pleaseee

I need to murder more deer for coins

Need to go deal with the Lurelin Village Pirates

DID I FREAK OUT ABOUT GIBDOS YET

I HATE THEM

Sorry I write these while Im not playing so I dont always remember to go in order

Im also writing fanfic because of course I am look at me

YOU CAN MAKE PICKAXES FROM THE MOBLIN HORNS

Im having so much fun

Shrines are becoming less awful

MY GOD I HATE GANONDORF

NOT SONIA

NOOOO

Wait how is Zelda the descendant of Sonia and Rauru if Sonia died without children

I saved this man's goats

Satori mountain is said to have endura carrots. I need them please

THE STICKY ARMOR LOOKS SO COOL

Im pro-all armors that show off Link's cool arm

I looked up how to get to Hestu and

I know what I need to do but I dont have the strength to do it

No joke theyre evil for this

How do I get gloom resistant armor

Playing the Zora main questline

The sky island has moon gravity!!

Where is Kass

The new dragon is a Light Dragon

Finally some good fucking food (All the apples on satori mountain)

Me: oh shit blood moon should be soon

Literally the next night: blood moon

Im a psychic

You are correct Roman there is so many apples here you do deserve some here you go baby boy

The checkmark you get for caves is if you killed the Bubbulfrog in there

I need to kill more

I want the full mystic armor

I have one friend who isnt into LOZ and I could tell all this to her but its no fun if she knows nothing about it

She does send me Zelda memes tho. 10/10 friend

Finally endura carrots

WAIT HOLD ON YIGA CLOTHES

OMG FINALLY

I love Malanya so much

Best god

I love Sidon but my god is he just in the way during the Water Temple

On the way, making me waste my bubbles, why do I have to be next to him to get the bubble

GET OUT OF THE WAY LET ME HIT THE CROCODILE

Useless

Hearing Zelda being referred to as the Sage of Time >>>>

Also I will not shut up about how pretty Zelda is

I have to draw her

Im a simple lesbian

My switch camera is full of screenshots of her

Every cutscene has her be so pretty

Sidon made me my own copy of him

And this man isnt marrying me

KING DOREPHAN DIDNT DIE

YAY

I dont think I could have handled that

WAIT SIDON'S BECOMING KING???

My camera roll is also full of screenshots of Sidon

NOO YONA BECAME QUEEN

DONT CALL HER BELOVED SIDON

SIDON STOP CALLING HER ENDEARING NAMES

SIDON

Yona is actually really sweet Im just having a moment

A sad day for Sidon lovers everywhere

King Sidon is handsome

He literally got on his knees to swear a vow to me and gave me a ring and married Yona

Yona is cute and I love her

Like her voice too

She's adorable

Maybe we can do a triad

Political(ish) marriage + one crackhead who attracts all the trouble

No because I still actively avoid spots where there used to be guardians

I was at a stable and went "no cant go that way there's guardians"

Nightmares wont give up ever apparently

ALSO HAVE YALL SEEN THE TIKTOKS OF LIKE

PEOPLE ABUSING THE BACKBAG KOROKS

There has been so many crucifications. The Korok Space Program. Fire is involved

I've also seen people build bombers and mechs

I love it

It seems so wild to me because I dont build in this game

If I can avoid it

I do use the dispensers but thats because its gambling

But all the material spots just get ignored

Nope

Dont care

Im going on Roman (my horsie)

But I love everyone is vibing

But still. I need easy mode

These posts are how I process the game btw. Been surprised that people have liked them. I will keep going because I have to process what I feel about things (doctor's orders)

[photog-crafty]

If this Hakuchou could tell stories, they would fill a library. This motorcycle was my flesh and blood for years. I had other bikes for stunting, yes, but this one was my daily driver as nothing could match its speed. My friends even raced me with helicopters, following the same courses Forza Horizon style, and it was neck-and-neck every time. What really made the Hakuchou so engaging was that it lived and died by its wheelie. Unlike a car that merely had a gas pedal, the Hakuchou made use of an intricacy of the game engine to go much faster by popping a wheelie, making it almost like a turbo boost. Learning how to read traffic and keep that boost active as much as possible was a game unto itself, which made seeing those 170+ MPH numbers on the speed challenge leaderboards all the more satisfying.

The armless era was a formulative time in my GTA character's career, and I earned a bit of infamy among our crew for rocking the gimmick so hard. It was only proper that I had a car to represent it. This Coquette Classic used a glitch that made the entire rear half of the car completely invisible, aside from the exhaust pipes and taillights, making it the perfect candidate to match the invisible arms meme. it always got smiles, chuckles, and headscratches whenever it showed up at the downtown car meets.

This Fugitive here was my very first car when I began playing GTA on the PC. I still love it to this day. It may not be flashy or conventionally appealing, but loud and gruff V8 sedans are my weakness. Eight years later, she's still shining and purring just like she did when I picked her up off the streets.

The first car I ever bought in GTA, all the way back on Xbox 360 in October of 2013, was a Voltic. The car itself was lost to bugs in the transfer process, but its spirit lives on through this second model. I didn't drive it often after migrating to PC, but the hours upon hours spent racing to earn the money to buy the original will always stick with me.

In a similar vein, this Ruiner symbolizes the first car I ever owned in GTA. The Ruiner was my main car in GTA IV, so when I saw it in GTA V and Online, I flew right back to my old baby. This one was added to the collection shortly after I started playing on PC and it has all the mods I missed out on on 360, like the crazy Shakotan exhausts and exposed intercooler. It's fun for me to compare it to the other Ruiners in my collection and see how much my tastes have changed.

Poetically, my GTA career was bookended by Ruiners. One of the vehicles that released as things were winding down was the Ruiner ZZ-8, and I was delighted to see it because I've got an equally soft spot for fourth-gen F-bodies. The ZZ-8 leaned a little closer to the Firebird with its snout and beehive taillights, but it wasn't too hard to doll it up to resemble a Camaro with the '97-'98 factory Bright Purple Metallic paint. As long as I don't have to change the spark plugs myself, I'm happy.

Normally I don't really dig the small and cute cars, but the modern Fiat 500s are charming to me, especially with their take on dog dish wheels. I tried to customize this Brioso R/A to look like one, but those unremovable carbon skirts put the kibosh on that idea. You win some, you lose some.

The Schafter V12 was already an amazing car, but they released an armored version at the same time with almost identical performance. I couldn't help buying both and giving the armored one a more subdued look to contrast the regular version's bold white. It wasn't quite as stable as the Baller, but the extra protection nonetheless came in handy more than once.

Since the game never had a '72 Riviera, I had to cope with a '65 in the form of the Buccaneer. This one has an unpurchaseable worn paint finish with a crew color glitched into one of the fields in order to keep the classic look while resembling some Rivieras I've seen photos of.

The Rocoto is one of those unassuming street cars I had to pounce on once I knew what it was based on. Volkswagens are mostly alien to me, but their cars from the 2000s with luxuriously oversized engines like the Phaeton W12 and the Passat W8 make me absolutely giddy, and the Rocoto is related to the first-gen Touareg which had the option for a V10 turbodiesel. It wasn't quite as fast or as torque-loaded as its VW analog, but it was close enough to tick the boxes for my obsession.

[basbearship]

Can I ask about your rewrite of FNaF Security Breach? I remember you mentioning Freddy doesn't know Greggory? Does your Self Ship take place in some kind of AU where everything is fine?

Yeah Gregory hasn't shown up in my selfship au, though I haven't written everything to be fine, because I've been to deep in the tisms of the fnaf lore to be able to reasonably say the plex opened without some kind of fuckery afoot.

this is specifically my selfship au, my "i rewrote this because the game sucked but i wanted it to be lore consistent" is very different

Fazbear ent opened the mega pizzaplex on the scale it did, with all the references to the "bad press" it had as a means to 'ooh shiny' away the company's prior reputation, and the idea of making the animatronics preloaded with sentience was to attempt to avoid a 'haunting' rumor, they're already Just Like That.

The fuckery afoot isn't suddenly, Springtrap! because given SW had their game broken in half by their new manager, and that plot point was, as per the dated files, finished two days before release so i hardly acknowledge it as intended.

instead, it's functionally a data collection dump, barely above the law because its collecting customer data on 3 year olds, pretty consistently fighting lawsuits and pushing back against laws that would prevent them from doing it. they sell the data + devices preloaded with the customer's data on for targeted as hell ads, which is pretty insidious as is, but the extra rub here is they're not exactly vetting who buys the data, so kids are getting targeted ads for bs like scam sites, violent games way above their age bracket, etc. fazbear ent makes a mint exploiting the fact kids arent at all tech savvy, the glamor of the plex is to distract the parents.

i honestly thought security breach was going to be a reference to an informational breach that released a list of people that had gone missing in the pizzaplex due to extremely shitty budget cuts the plex had made to keep the place alive on what couldn't possibly be profitable if run safely, and the reveal was going to be glitchtrap was leaking the data specifically to try and infect law enforcement. that would actually have been scary.

my selfship au doesn't include that necessarily, but there's always some kind of run in with law enforcement because of injury occurring on the premises. vanessa in this does exist, but she's basically one of the on-premises human security guards the plex was forced to have so there'd be someone to make decisions where robots couldn't be trusted to.

Freddy only ever got the rights to actually enter a relationship because of the plex constantly fighting lawsuits based upon the morals of exploiting data, they wanted to put off the moral implications of sentient robots not being offered some shreds of personhood if they could.

It's how I ever got the yes-man that just lets (most) things fly on that front. the public wont ever hear about the data lawsuits because they're so contained, but they would start a public discourse about the senitence = rights for the animatronics, because its something everyones decently qualified to have an opinion on.

this au does have a loose plot arc, sort of? its something ive thought about scribble comics for, because it's relatively lowstakes, fluff and guff more than high impact, and tldr's into "two gay furries struggle to let the gay robot furry have rights".

it also incorporates my friend's selfship with Monty depending on the version you're looking at, since our sonas hang out as well its fun worldbuilding a version of this with her.

i didnt want to go into the mega ins and outs, so this is the spark notes differences.

if you wanna know more though by all means drop me a line, i'm always gonna want to talk about it-

[37q]

im sorry guys but this is a disappointing fantasy. i think the checkmarks are hilarious btw but im so sorry and its so cute and so so fun but thats literally an icon. we have icons that we can customize OP even has an animal icon and its free its built into the webbed site and peoples icons are important signifiers in even the smallest ways already. you can coordinate icons with your friends through individual graphic design and creative group signification you yourself can just make your friend an icon for even just a day and it can be fun theyll probably say yes. thats called human connection

i understand the sentiment of sending it such as a gift or offer or even the mischievous sentiment of imposing one on someone for a day because its funny but quite literally this is an icon and i have to say the idea that aesthetic personalization had to be mediated by profit in this fantasy is concerning to me.

i recognize that its a trend rn to spitball unobtrusive and seemingly innovative revenue sources for tumblr for the sake of preserving or even bettering your personal favorite social arena, but at some point you have to get the boss out of your head and recognize that better things are made free through demands and consequences by the users.

i think tumblrs userbase is getting a little complacent, maybe even cocky in its role as a consumer. because its starting to believe that its giving staff ideas and that staff is just incompetent enough, its under the impression its lowest common denominator industry & tech knowledge could influence staffs decision making with enough social engineering or marketing inspo posts.

ive smelt the growing sense of user empowerment with the course that tumblr is taking lately, and my opinion is our personal corporate social arena is doing amazing PR right now. digging its heels into its niche of niches; virtually unmoderated but widely construed as ultra progressive; leaning into the playfulness, innocence, and joy of communal solitude in "your own little corner of the internet"; all part of a trend of taking advantage of megalomania or mass surveillance elsewhere to distinguish the mundane yet consistently reactionary status quo service it provides as a centrist better of two evils.

personally i just dont think we should be asking for representation of our whimsy from corporations for money. for money!!!!

[xzho-writes]

LATE AS HELL 500 FOLLOWER PRESENT IS HERE!!!

Sorry it makes absolutely no sense, it's 2am and ive been awake since 5am-

I'm tired but I'm not gonna sleep hehe-

~~~~

You entered the tavern, the scent of alcohol entered the atmosphere, as you looked at Charles with tired eyes. You scanned the lower floor, and concluded it safe.

You made your way to the bar, as the loud conversations deafened out with every sip of your dandelion wine that you took. Charles looked at you with concern, but before he could say a word, you already started.

"(Boss) is being so unfair. The most sexist person I've ever met--"

Charles tried to speak again. "What happen-"

"This dumbass made me kill multiple hilichurl camps, but didn't provide me anything but a goddamn sword. No armour, no food- just a wooden. Sword. Then he told me I was so WEAK for a (Gender)!"

"My body hurts like hell..." You sunk your head onto the table, one hand supporting your head and the other grasping the drink.

You looked up at the empty glass, and shifted it to Charles. "More please."

You finished glass after glass, until your hands cramped. "More pl-" You got cut off, "We're out."

"Of what?"

"Dandelion wine-- you finished the last 4 bottles." You looked at Charles. "Oh." You sat in silence for a second. "Death after noon then, please." You hiccuped.

The scars were visible throughout your body, and as the crowd started to leave, more complaints about your boss arose. "And then (they)-" *hic* "called my gender 'dumb'!"

Charles looked at you concerningly. "I think I need to go to the restroom, one- *hic* second." You rose up, and stumbled to the (your gender)s bathroom.

Charles scanned the place, most of the crowd had left. But one thing caught his eye--

His boss.

Diluc's eyes were following your drunk figure with every step you took, and when you were finally gone, he turned to a man sitting on the same table as him. "Please excuse me.".

He stood up, making his way to the bar. "How many bottles of dandelion wine and death after noons did they take?" He asked Charles, who every now and then glanced at the restroom door.

"4 Dandelion Wines and... 2 Death After Noons." (Yes ik it is physically impossible to digest so much alcohol, especially strong ones, BUT LET IT BE ITS 1:30AM HERE IM TIRED.)

"2...?-" He stood in a bit of disbelief, before continuing. "How long has this been going on?"

"Every night when you're busy or not working sir they get even worse than this, and ever since they started the job...-" Charles stopped, waiting for a reply, when he didn't get one, he continued. "They've never told you because they thought you'd have even more stress on your shoulders, and didn't want to trouble you with their problems."

Diluc sighed as the restroom door creaked open, and you saw him. You guys locked eyes as you tried to do your most stable walk towards him. "Hel-" *hic* "-lo Diluc, i thought you weren't working today?--"

"Drop the act, I've been here since you entered, (Name.)" He said, (ik it's a bit cold but pls-) "Anything you need to tell me?"

More customers had left the tavern, and the man was still sitting on the table, counting money.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before- I didn't want to trouble you, and I'm sorry for not confronting you or my boss about- *hic* it."

"You're surprisingly quite sober for someone who's had 2 bottles of Death After Noons..-" Diluc said.

The man sitting on the table as he saw you and Dilucs hands intertwined together, and quickly understood. He stood up to get out, but you whispered in Dilucs ear and he was already off.

"Dont 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 come near me, my lover, or my tavern ever again."

Let's just say, he didn't have the limbs to.

~~~~

-🥀

oh 🥀 nonnie……..

thank you so much for spending your time on this for me! although you really didn’t have to it makes me happy that you did. i’d love to have as high an alcohol tolerance as reader did though 😂 i had some soju yesterday cause of a friend’s bday and i was oUTTT ALNXAKJDNDNAN

oh to have a diluc ready to defend you at any slight whisper of trouble 😭 i hope nobody here has had to face this issue irl before, i can only imagine how draining it must be to go through such a thing

thank you again for this 🥀 nonnie! the present was very much appreciated :)

[dinofelissnow1985]

Of Birds and Butterflies

DinofelisSnow1985

Chapter 2

Red woke to the slow, very slow, beeping of a Soul Monitor.

Was he back in the lab? Did he pass out during a test?

Slowly he opened his Eye Sockets and tried to re-ignite his Eye Lights. His sight was fuzzy, his body felt heavy and weak.

He gave a low groan and the next moment another Skeleton leaned into his line of sight.

"ARE YOU AWAKE? YOU MADE US REALLY WORRIED, FRIEND."

The stranger had a loud voice but he obviously tried to tone it down and actually managed to sound quiet and gentle.

As far as Red could see the stranger wore a light blue Sweater or Shirt and a bandana of the same bright color. His Eye Lights were baby blue Pips in naturally big round Sockets.

"The fuck are you?" Red croaked out.

"LANGUAGE," the blue Skeleton scolded gently before answering. "I'M SANS, LIKE YOU, BUT I GO BY BLUE. I ALREADY KNOW YOU GO BY RED. WE HAD TO CHECK YOU TO FIGURE OUT THE BEST WAY TO HELP YOU."

Red furrowed his brow. "Who's 'we'?" he asked weakly.

"THIS WORLD'S SANS, TORIEL AND ME," Blue answered.

Red let his gaze wander around the room. It didn't look like a hospital room, more like a normal Bedroom. "Where am i?"

"THIS IS OUR GUEST BEDROOM. I USED TO LIVE IN HERE WHEN I WAS NEW IN THIS UNIVERSE. SANS AND HIS BROTHER WERE SO KIND AND TOOK ME IN. PAPYRUS MOVED OUT A FEW YEARS AGO, SO IT'S JUST SANS AND ME RIGHT NOW. WELL, WE HAVE A DAUGHTER, BUT SHE'S AT TORIEL'S PLACE AS LONG AS YOU NEED THE REST. SHE CAN BE PRETTY LIVELY. SHE TAKES AFTER ME SEEMINGLY, MWEH HEH HEH."

Red looked to the Soul Monitor. Beside it was an IV-Stand he was hooked up to as well.

"You have hospital standard medical supplies in your home? Is one of you a healer or some shit?"

"LANGUAGE. AND NO. THE MEDICAL STUFF IS FROM ALPHYS' LAB. SHE SHOWED US HOW TO USE IT."

Absentmindedly Red moved one of his his Hands to stroke his belly...

There was no belly...

He froze and his Eye Sockets went wide when everything came back to him.

...

His little Butterfly was gone.

His Ecto had dissipated so the dust of the Souling had to be gotten out of his womb.

The dust!

Red sat up with a start, only to get dizzy and be gently pushed back into the pillows by Blue.

Red struggled weakly while he tried to string a question together. "What- Where- I had-"

"YEAH. WE KNOW," Blue Interrupted him softly. "WE ARE SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. BELIEVE ME, WE KNOW HOW IT IS. WE SAVED THE DUST, DON'T YOU WORRY. LOOK AT THE NIGHTSTAND."

Red calmed down a little while Blue spoke and looked to said nightstand.

There was a small jewelry box made of green crystal glass and shaped like a Butterfly. Embedded in the lid was a Butterfly shaped locket on a silver chain.

Red felt tears prick his eyes. "How did you know-" he choked out before a sob escaped him.

"WE...FOUND IT WHEN WE CHECKED YOU. THERE WAS A 'LITTLE BUTTERFLY' MENTIONED.

THIS IS HOW SOULING DUST IS TREATED IN THIS UNIVERSE. WE DIDN'T KNOW IF THERE ARE DIFFERENT CUSTOMS IN YOUR WORLD."

Red had to take a few deep breaths to calm his racing emotions. "*sniff* It's beautiful. Thank you. Where i come from nobody gives a shit about a dead Souling or the feelings of the parents. Have to deal with it on their own."

"ARE YOU PLANNING TO GO BACK WHEN YOU'VE RECOVERED? I MEAN, WE WOULDN'T MIND IF YOU WANT TO STAY WITH US. WE COULD HELP YOU TO SETTLE IN, FIND A JOB AND EVERYTHING. BUT I GUESS YOU WANT TO GO BACK TO YOUR BROTHER."

Red sputtered for several seconds, surprised and overwhelmed by the over and then put out by the mention of his brother. "Fuck no! I never wanna see that ass again. Even if i wanted, i have no fucking idea how to get back there. I took a shortcut in a panic and 'cause of the pregnancy my Magic went haywire and landed me in this Universe's Underground. At least that's wut i think happened."

Red paused for a moment, unsure if he should ask. But Blue had make the offer, so... "Uh...you serious? With ya offer i mean. I...could use some help, you know. Being entirely on my own already cost me my little Butterfly, so...if you are serious, i'd like ta take ya up on that offer. I really could use some help." He muttered the last bit under his breath.

Blue smiled. "OF COURSE I'M SERIOUS, RED. SANS AND I TALKED ABOUT IT WHILE YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS AND WE BOTH WANT TO HELP YOU. YOU CAN HAVE THIS ROOM AND UNTIL YOU'RE STRONG ENOUGH FOR A SHOPPING TRIP YOU CAN BORROW CLOTHES FROM US. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND SANS AND ME MOSTLY HAVING BLUE AND SOME GREY CLOTHES."

Red smiled slightly sheepish. "Man, i dun give a shit 'bout colours. 'S long as it is some kind of clean so i can get out of my own stuff and get rid of the smell of garbage."

That's when he noticed he was in a white, slightly washed out T-Shirt that definitely wasn't his.

Blue noticed Red's confusion. "WE TOOK OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND CLEANED YOU AFTER WE GOT YOU STABILIZED. NO OFFENSE, RED, BUT YOU STANK. AND WE FIGURED YOU MIGHT BE MORE COMFORTABLE CLEANED AND IN SOME FRESH CLOTHES."

Red rubbed the fabric of the Shirt between Thumb and Index Finger and huffed softly. "No offense taken, Blue. Um, how long have i been actually out? Last thing i 'member is bein' too weak ta move and ever'thing turning black...How did'ja even find me?"

"SANS AND I WERE OUT ON A DATE. WE HEARD A NOISE THAT SOUNDED QUITE LIKE A SOB WHEN WE PASSED AN ALLEY. WHEN WE TURNED TO CHECK IT OUT WE FOUND YOU ON THE VERGE OF FALLING DOWN FROM MAGIC DEPLETION.

WE BOTH GAVE YOU SOME OF OUR MAGIC AND SANS CALLED TORIEL AND TELEPORTED US TO HER RIGHT AFTER.

SHE USED HER HEALING MAGIC ON YOU AND CHECKED YOU. WHEN THE CHECK IMPLIED YOU HAD A BABY WE TOOK A LOOK AT YOUR ECTO AND SAW WHAT HAD HAPPENED. TORIEL TOOK THE DUST OUT AND PUT IT IN A SMALL GLASS FOR THE TIME BEING. YOUR ECTO DISSIPATED RIGHT AFTER SINCE YOU WERE STILL LOW ON MAGIC.

AFTER THAT SANS AND ME TOOK YOU HOME WITH US AND DREW YOU A BATH AND PUT YOU IN SOMETHING CLEAN. WHILE YOU WERE OUT WE GOT YOU THE BUTTERFLY SHAPED MEMENTO FOR YOUR SOULING'S DUST AND PUT IT IN.

AND TO ANSWER THE OTHER QUESTION, YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS FOR A WEEK."

Red listened attentively. "Huh. 'S really been a close call, huh."

Blue smiled gently and put a Hand on Red's shoulder. "WE ARE RELIEVED AND HAPPY THAT YOU MADE IT. WELL, NOW THAT YOU ARE AWAKE YOU SHOULD EAT SOMETHING TO GET YOUR STRENGTH BACK. ANY WISHES? PREFERENCES? SOMETHING YOU CAN'T OR DON'T WANT TO EAT?"

Red chuckled. "Blue. I ate out of the dumpsters for around two months. Ya really think i'd be picky? And no, i dun have any allergies. I could (metaphorically) die for a Burg and fries from Grillby, but 'm 'fraid i can't stomach it right now. Don't know how long it's been since i ate anything."

Blue looked worried at that. "THAT'S NOT GOOD. I WILL GET YOU SOME SOUP THEN."

With that and a 'MWEH HEH HEH' he left for the kitchen.

[voyeuristicvixen]

Captns Log No. 36_ChaChange$

Our first house party... SHIT WAS LIT. If you been followin my blog since the beginning then you remember when we first moved to Fakrava Island, we have moved into three homes during our time here, from tiki hut to private island to this big ass custom house. We really thoroughly enjoyed our time here, this is where we raised our tigers, and Yemi during her first months. It was super special that on our very last week here we were able to celebrate all the lil milestones with the biggest one we had in our list. 

I also got to share my love for music w the people and return to some of my personal SL roots. Being apart of the commune that was always my role there. I was known as the commune DJ and I was known for throwing wild themed parties like my favorite one which was a Andy Warhol theme based on the art scene he created in New York in the 80s. IYKYK. This time it was different because I was able to share a whole other side of genre of music and aesthetic w my people that connects to another side of me. That was dope. I am a hippie rocker alt chick at heart but I also am an African hip hop head too. LOL.

I didnt get much photos but Wav got all the good ones here the album link: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.104507015518461&type=3 The spread was doin its thing! We had all the tings, Mystory enbled food platters from Lucas L, Mura, we had the Junk Food Jello Shots the Tredente Punch, we had Hennessy straight from the best market Del Mar they always hook it up!! Like. We had the wineees and ofc I provided CBD waters from  starseedsbotanica and was givin out free exclusive candles and soaps. We really went in! Oh ! there was also a tray of all kinds of fancy party favors we had brownies, shrooms, joints .... lmao everything. And surprisingly had some left over, the drugs was prolly the first thing to go tbh ahahaha!

We didnt have any tip jar out or anything like that because it was just about the energy. I really wanted ppl to feel something new and different from this party, which is actually an old school SL vibe and tradition of being which is, sharing with others. What good is all these fancy homes and cute foods and clothes and objects if we arent using them to have fun, socialize and connect with others! Thats what the Linden bears are all about. The magick in giving something you made to someone else. Sharing your hard work and creations with your friends and strangers who you want to connect with.

I am def going to miss our room, Its literally when you finally get everything decorated the way you like that something happens where you got to leave lmao. I feel like ive even written about this before in past blogs because we have had rude awakenings in the past with our living situation. Lil Yemi is about to be one and shes moved so many times already! XD

Afro Nation fest was wild, I wont write much about this because it was a bittersweet thing for Wav and I. The sim was packed instantly hundred ppl there.

Asake performance was wild, we changed 3 times! We put on a real SHOW! I was basically IT girl dancer because the other three coordinated without me, even though I sent all the info of the outfits I put together to match his outfits in the discord. Outfits that were free/ affordable to get and fire! It was hilarious when I see them pull up in one fit they wore the entire show that didnt match anything on stage. LMFAO. They tried to leave me out but it did not work. I had all my routine set because I actually went to rehearsal lmao. I wont say anything else besides WAV AND I KILLED IT. He was also the only artist who had three changes during the show. We didnt get paid, thanks for any of our work.. for showing up to every rehearsal despite our RL shit we had going on, for rearranging our schedule to accommodate and perform. But we did it for the culture not for money intially... until we realized that none of the people were actually kind to us, talked to us or treated us like apart of the team. Sad.

DRAKE?!

So I made a line of intention based spell bound candles, completely original each one is hand poured and infused with crystals and magick. They are only found at my botanica on TheBlvd : http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Meroe%20Blvd/62/175/33

Theres one that helps you connect with your ancestors, spice up your life with love and adventure, theres one for intimacy in the bedroom, theres one for money of course! I made one specially for men and one for self empowerment too! Each one is set with intention when you click the candle its completely interactive and gives you stats.

When you rez them out they have a box of matches and little crystal pyramid with them that is to compliment and enhance the intentions in the candle. These candles help you with RL too because the energy of the intention will manifest in all realms of your life. Ase!

I also made palm stones, I chose the most helpful on hand allies I could think of. This all comes from the knowledge and wisdom I use and have gained working in my RL. I used to be a gatekeeper at a modern day botanica for many years. It is actually one of the most popular ones here in LA, visited by many high profile people. I am really exciting about merging this aspect of my RL with my life on the grid, overall it has felt fulfilling to my heart. ;)

I made spell infused soaps as well! Every botanica out there has em and they are for the practical mystics out there! Everything at my botanica is mystory compatible and boosts stats! Mainly happiness, energy and social!

Aw, our last lil pic as we packed up our fakrava home, we moved for a second to a house in Aussie shores and then from there we now live in our true home on the Mystory sim. I call it true home because that is where Meroe is, that is where the Botanica is, our new Secondlife family is found there. We wouldnt have it any other way and we are so grateful and blessed to have it.