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[beecryptic]

Federation Employee Safety Instructions II

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[kiwioala]

transcripted egg reports:

Chayanne

1. Who are your parents? "philza and missa" 2. Which parent do you spend the most time with? "philza" 3. What have you learnt from your parents? "to trust yourself and those closest to you" 4. Do you feel weak? "not much different. i'm okay, i don't feel weak"

Dapper

1. Who are your parents? "BadBoyHalo and Baghera" 2. How are you currently feeling? "like killing a certain bear in front of me but also than that nothing" 3. Have the cookies made you feel happy? "cookies is cookies so I guess yes"

Leonarda

1. Who are your parents? "foolich y vegetta" 2. Do you hate somebody? "la sunny" 3. Do you feel weak? "debil?? no, yo soy fuerte y mamadisima"

Empanada

1. Who are your parents? "mamae bagi, mami mouse, mama niki and eomma tina" 2. Have the cookies made you happy? "I trusted you it would be safe and that trust killed me. change the baker of the cookies" 3. What do you know about the Federation? "you could give me my life back, but i'm not perfect enough am I?"

Sunny

1. Who are your parents? "PA TUBBO, POP SLIME, MA LENAY :D" 2. What have you learned from your parents? "THAT IM THE CUTEST :D" 3. What do you know about the Federation? "MY STEP PA WORKS HERE :D ILL TAKE OVER SOON >:D"

Pepito

1. Who are your parents? "apa quackity, apa mariana, y apa roier :-D" 2. What do you value the most? "que mis apas sean felices asi muy muy felices :]" 3. Who do you get along with best on this island? "con mi bestie leo, mi awelo foolish, y soulmate empanada!! :D"

Ramon

1. Who are your parents? "fit and pac, you should know" 2. Do you hate somebody? "maybe. but thats personal right?" 3. What do you know about the Federation? "only what the federation wants me to know. thats what you do, right?"

Tallulah

1. Who are your parents? "Papa Phil, Papi Wilbur, Pa Missa" 2. Do you hate somebody? "No mames cucurucho. maybe" 3. What do you value the most? "I value quality time, something papa Phil and Chay gives me :D"

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Can I be honest here,

I find highly ironic that people will harass new fans just because "ew you don't know all the 400 books and 200+ short stories, you're new and ignorant, ew", then will proceed to correct them and

*drum roll*

They are wrong or hold incomplete knowledge themselves.

[sleepimali]

Library of the Forgotten

CW: death mention in lore, so I'm linking it instead this time 💛

It explores what one aspect of death care could look like in a fantasy world (more specifically in my comic universe)

These are also available as a print + sticker set on my Patreon (same link) until the end of the month in the Professional Napper and Big Sleepy tiers if you want to support me and my work 💛

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

What are your thoughts on Poppy Playtime?

chapter one: seems like a cashgrab but they've got some ideas here

chapter two: oh this is absolutely a soulless cashgrab. bye

chapter three: wow this looks really impressive and was written and acted really well. shame that all the good things about it are obviously stolen from other mascot horror and holy shit did they actually put the fucking banban elevators in here

[chains-of-others]

Something I did for my icon on twt but I don't feel like using it just yet..... so have her.....

[sara-s-typewriter]

I'm a hybrid. I run on Books and Coffee! ☕

[midnight-moth]

Mushy May 2024

Jam Session - Dewdrop/Cowbell

662 words - Below the cut or on ao3

Thank you to @forlorn-crows for organizing Mushy May for the second year in a row!

Divider by @ghuleh-recs

He was not who Dew expected to see when he was directed to the rehearsal space for the first time.

He wasn’t really sure what he expected, in retrospect.

But not him.

Not Cowbell hovering over various monitors, instruments, fiddling with knobs and strings and pegs. A thread-bare apron with tools Dew could not identify, except maybe the pliers, hanging around his narrow hips.

Most shocking was the fact that those cracked and worn kidskin gloves Bell wore EVERYWHERE were hanging limp from one of the apron pockets.

Clearly focused on the task at hand, and with a pair of headphones smothering any and all ambient sound in the room, Bell did not hear Dew’s approach.

And he was focused enough for once that he didn’t feel it either. Not at first.

Not until he felt the thrum of Dew’s excitement and the undercurrent of anxiety snake through his blood stream.

A reaction that was parts expectation and awe. Dew expected to finally touch the instrument. Hear someone play the instrument. Again, he just did not expect him.

He expected Mist. Or Lake, or Water, or Delta.

He also wasn’t expecting some kind of savant.

From the lick he played after tuning a guitar, to the woody thump of the bass that he’d soon hold out to Dew. Clearly this ghoul knew his way around a stringed instrument. Dew suspected he probably knew his way around all of them.

Even though Dew was the one who snuck up on Cowbell, albeit unintentionally, it was Dew who jumped when he finally spoke.

“Would you like to hold it?”.

Dew was a bit mortified, jumping out of his skin like that. But he didn’t really know this ghoul, only a bit of his infamy. And most of it seemed to be rumors at best, greatly exaggerated in the very least.

“Yes, very much.” Dew’s voice cracked like a kit and he fought the urge to put his tail between his legs.

The instrument was held out, perpendicular to Cowbell’s body, with one hand on the bottom of the instrument so Dew could grasp it at the neck.

Strange.

As though Bell were really trying to avoid contact at all costs. He probably was, Dew surmised, as he eyed the gloves dangling at his waist.

Dew slung the instrument around his shoulders, startled again by the pop and crack of the patch cord being plugged in.

“Don’t worry, Mist is on her way.” Bell’s smile was bright, his eyes were brighter. None like Dew had ever seen before. Golden amber and deep violet. Kind of regal if he thinks about it, which he will, later.

“Oh, I’m not worried!.” Dew tried to reciprocate the smile but it was full of teeth and nerves and probably looked like a threat.

“Why don’t you sit?” Bell gestured to a tall stool while he perched on the edge of the small practice stage.

“I know Mist will show you what you need to know. But I could show you a thing or two as well.” Bell’s grin was suggestive, full of mirth and secrets.

Mist did arrive, 28 minutes later. But she found herself unable to interrupt. Watching the two through the glass window of the door.

She can���t remember the last time she’s seen Bell talk to anyone for that long, stay that close. She’s never seen him smile so much. Keep his mask off, gloves too.

Eventually she drifted back down the corridor dreaming up an excuse as to why she would be even later. But she found herself unable to give it when she came back, over an hour later, and found them knee to knee, working on what sounded like Prime Mover.

“One of my favorites.” She muttered as she wandered away again.

“I know it is” said the voice in her head, that sounded a little like a needle being dragged across a spinning record and a lot like it carried some renewed sense of purpose, of joy.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

AO3: Are you Lore?

Me: No?

AO3: Are you asking?

Me: No. I'm sorry, was just confused by the sudden question, no, AO3, sir, I'm not asking nor am I Lore.

AO3: Are you sure you're not Lore?

Me: I don't even know who/what Lore is.

AO3: This sounds like something Lore would say.

Me: It also sounds like something a confused bystander might say.

AO3: Yeah. You're not getting in.

[beecryptic]

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Recipe

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[kiwioala]

tubbos rejection letter from the federation:

Greetings, Federation employee coveter! We have received your application for a high-ranking position within the Federation. This letter serves as your official notice of our response to your job application for your records.

We have carefully reviewed your application. After completing this review we must inform you that your application has been: [SEVERELY DENIED]

We regretfully inform you that your application has been SEVERELY DENIED. We acknowledge that this may be upsetting. You have our sympathy. Thank you for your interest in helping our departments. We hope you enjoy the island!

[balis77]

You know with the confirmation that stuff like the gnomes are just... there all over the Outskirts, I wonder if the Library crew has to deal with them from time to time.

Like

Roland: *Sitting at a desk with a pen, deep in thought* "Hmmm, how do I end this scene?" Angela: *In the distance* "Roland! The fucking gnomes are back!" Roland: *Sighs* "God dammit." *Takes out Atelier Logic from gloves*

[cor-lapis]

why was windblume day 2 a wilder rollercoaster than the actual archon quest

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

Faerie Cookies are born with a song on their tongue, and a tune in their hearts – a gift from the trees, and the wind, and the moon. Music is baked into their very dough, which is why it is considered the purest form of communication, and why all their records are scribed in sheet music.

It is natural for a Faerie Cookie to hum their own melody when idle, almost compulsive, as if it cannot be contained by their body. Even Elder Faerie Cookie, wise and great, cannot resist the pull. When he serenades the sky, everyone stops to listen and harmonise, his voice strong and breathtaking even among the perfect tones of the voices of the Faeriewoods.

The only Faerie who doesn't sing is Mercurial Knight Cookie.

Really, in all the years Silverbell Cookie has known him, he has never heard a single note from him. He's always found it a little strange, compared to the neverending symphony that is the rest of the kingdom. Even compared to the other Silver Knights, who are more careful about following their songs' urges but still tap the rhythm along their weapons, Mercurial Knight is unique in his absolute lack of music.

Silverbell has only ever brought the topic up with him once, in a moment of pure impulse when he thought it was just the two of them.

"Why don't you sing?" He had asked, words blunt but softened by the sweet harmony of his own tune, melting into the sentence from his earlier humming. His bells had chimed along with it, stopping abruptly when he realised he had spoken aloud, with a little tinge of embarrassment. Still, he hadn't backed down, simply smiling sheepishly. "I've been meaning to ask. I don't think I've ever heard you before."

He hadn't said that it was strange, because that wouldn't have been very nice, but he had still heard it beneath his own words, despite his best efforts.

Mercurical Knight took no offense, though he rarely does with Silverbell. Instead, his expression had pinched slightly with confusion, glancing over at him. "Because there isn't any need for me to. My duty is to the Guardian. I cannot allow myself to be distracted by something trivial like singing."

It had been an earnest answer, and exactly the sort of answer Silverbell should have expected, but he had still found himself surprised. "But how do you ignore the call of your song? I know your oath is your highest priority, but I can't imagine always resisting its call."

Silverbell, himself, feels the pull of his melody at least once a day, if not more. To constantly resist it, he had thought, would surely drive him crazy.

"I don't have a song." Mercurial Knight had replied easily, as if that hadn't immediately shook Silverbell to the core, disbelieving. That was even crazier – no melody at all, not a single note floating within his head? Wasn't that lonely?

Mercurial Knight, who had become very familiar with Silverbell by that point, seemed to read his mind, the slightest amusement in his eyes. "It is as I always say. On the day the Silver Blessing was bestowed upon me, I cast aside everything. My flavour, my scent, and my song. Whatever it may have once been matters very little to me."

Silverbell had been unable to respond immediately, trying to fathom it. During his stunned silence, another voice had arrived to answer in his stead. "Does that not simply mean that the song you now carry is that of the Silver Tree instead?"

Silverbell had jumped a little, startled by Elder Faerie's appearance, and had hurriedly fixed his posture, well aware that he was still on duty. Mercurial Knight adjusted his posture too, though considering it had already been perfect before Elder Faerie's arrival, it hadn't made much of a difference.

Mercurial Knight had hesitated for a moment, before inclining his head in a slight nod. "If you say so, Your Majesty, then I must believe that to be true."

Elder Faerie, in all his brillance, had approached them with grace, a knowing look on his face. Of course, if Silverbell could tell Mercurial Knight had been doubtful, Elder Faerie certainly could.

"You may have not felt the urge yet, but not all songs surface frequently. Even I only feel mine on rare occasions." Elder Faerie had explained, almost gently. "The Silver Tree's song will surely come to you when the time is right."

It was Mecurial Knight, then, that had been at a loss for words, blinking slowly. He had glanced away a moment later to regain his composure, in a way Silverbell would dare say was shy. "...Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty, but it truly doesn't matter to me. Silverbell was asking me about my song, that's all."

Elder Faerie had hummed in understanding, looking towards Silverbell for a split second, before returning his attention to Mercurial Knight. "Well, that doesn't make my words any less true." Then he had smiled, an elegant, mysterious curve. "There's no rush, of course, but I do hope to hear your song someday. You know, I have a feeling both of your voices would harmonise quite well."

Mercurial Knight had, somewhat helplessly, declared that he would be honoured to share his song with Elder Faerie if it ever arose, and that had been the end of it.

Or maybe this was the true end of it, because the opportunity to share his song with Elder Faerie had now been swept away by the winds of time, never to return.

Faeries do not mourn. To return to the soil beneath the Silver Tree is what awaits all of them, eventually, so they do not mourn. They only celebrate and honour the lives that were lost, and to do that, they organise a grand feast.

The atmosphere is light and jolly, a celebration of Guardians both new and old, and Silverbell is lingering by Mercurial Knight's side, a cup in his hands. Usually, he would have flitted off to mingle with the others by now, but after everything that has happened today, he feels like he should stay with him, at least for a few moments more.

The Silver Tree stands tall behind their backs, the evils within trapped securely once more, and its shadow falls upon Elder Faerie's final moments. Silverbell's eyes linger on the place where they watched him disappear. Inexplicably, it does not feel like he is gone.

A melody, low and stilted, imperfect, begins to drift in the air, curling around them. It takes Silverbell a moment to realise it, and when he does, he lets out a tiny gasp.

Mercurial Knight is singing.

He turns to watch him with wide eyes and, mortifyingly, they feel damp as he does. Silverbell doesn't cry – his voice is too high, and his eyes naturally dewey, so he hates to makes himself seem any weaker when he is a perfectly capable knight – but it almost feels like a near thing.

After all, music is the purest form of communication, and he is hearing Mercurial Knight's song for the first time.

It takes Mercurial Knight a moment to find his footing, but when he does, his voice smooths out, running rich like liquid silver. All Faeries have voices designed for song, so it is no surprise that it is beautiful.

Mercurial Knight does not look at him as he sings, steady but still quiet. Instead, he holds his glaive perfectly straight, his gaze lingering on an invisible grave. It is bittersweet, a gift come too late, but the song itself is not sorrowful, because the Faeries are not in the habit to mourn.

No, the tune is powerful and majestic, determined and confident. Before long, Silverbell finds himself drawn into it, his bells tinkling on beat as he sings along.

As it turns out, Elder Faerie was right, as he always is. Their voices blend together wonderfully, slotting atop one another as if they had been waiting endlessly for the opportunity. They sing, and sing, and sing, and though they barely look at each other, Silverbell feels closer to Mercurial Knight than he has ever been.

He hopes, somehow, Elder Faerie is hearing their duet. It's dedicated to him, after all.

[brittie-frog]

Right today made my brain start thinking about demon lore so I did some research:

- BBH has hinted at being a fallen angel and is now a demon/grim reaper and while not ashamed, is secretive about it

- Tina basically confirmed she's a fallen angel or at least wasn't always a demon today and she is heavily ashamed of it and her "past of sin"

- Mouse is very comfortable and considers herself a natural demon with the Nether as her home (specifically Puerto Rico, canonically in hell)

And Mouse today said that natural demons aren't evil because that's just who they are while those turned demon are evil. And Tina basically implied that that was why she wasn't open about her identity because even other demons have those beliefs so how can she trust humans to not think of her like that.

However, cc!Mouse as a vtuber has demon lore that states she has an angelic form and the qsmp wiki states that shes a fallen angel of sorts (had a disagreement with god and was cast out) so if they are intertwined in some way:

1. We know more about Mouse Demon lore

And 2. All three of them are fallen angels (fell at different times: Bad the eldest, Mouse middle and Tina youngest)

So I think what Mouse means is that 'natural' demons also include fallen angels, since demons and angels are two sides of the same coin, and are just who they are, not inherently evil, but those that turn demon, like what happens when you get infected by black concrete, are evil. But because she has never explained about her potentially being a fallen angel and (while Tina does refer to the Nether as 'home') Tina doesn't think of herself as a natural demon like Mouse, there is a miscommunication and it's putting her into an even deeper well of internalised hate because even other demons would think of her as evil if they knew the truth of her past.

Also after today definitely it means that Tina is either lying about how much she knows of her past (which wouldn't be too much of a reach because she's hiding a major part of her identity that would be kind of hard to ignore) or they couldn't wipe the memories of the distant past so she remembers falling.

Today was a lot and I feel like I'm missing stuff but also it's 6am so I should sleep before this consumes my every waking thought.

[7association-was-here]

After careful consideration from our PR team (it was a 3 minute discussion) we have decided to do what other associations have probably never done.

Gain internet access.

Here’s our favourite fixer of the month :)

…they’ve gone missing on a case if you happen to see them do contact us.