#turntechcatnip

[homestuck-human-generator]

Name: Vr. Arra Linwood Color: Green #3cb043 Symbol: primrose Strife Specibus: hairdrierkind Handle: turntechCatnip Animal: silver fox Pronouns: she/her and he/him and er/ign/sein/ihm and it/its/it/its/itself and she/her Age: 34 Birthday: 143th day of the year Sexuality: indecipherable Interests: car riding and communication Dream Moon: prospit Classpect: Witch of Light Land: Land of Caves and Squish, an innocent place, with colorful Japanese rat snake consorts. It is a place full of faith and bottomless cliffs. Adrastea slumbers. Instrument: zurna via homestuck-human-generator https://ift.tt/xioqOGm

[turntechcatnip]

A young...kid? Is alone in their bedroom. While technically it was sixteen years ago that they were given life (and thr33 sw33ps,) it’s only been about a month and some change since they were given this particular name.

One month since you died for the--what--fourth? time? And that’s just if you stay within your linear timeline. You’d say you’ve been living on borrowed time for years but death hasn’t stuck yet.

Your name is still Davepeta--Strider-Leijon? It sounds about right, even if it implies your Bro married your lusus which is pretty hissterical--your handle is turntechCatnip because Vrwhiskers has a pesky NO DOUBLES!!!!!!!! Rule you feel honorbound to observe, and you have a variety of interests many reading are likely already aware of so we’ll skip the laundry list. You are a walking, talking, living amalgam of one part bundle of life-long Strider family trauma, one part diamond-broken half-feral troll, one part bird who doesn’t give a flip about anything else, and all parts bored. 

In some ways it’s poetic, that you are here, right now, sprawled as you are so you feel the sunbeam coming in through the window of this once empty room where so many things started three years ago--still too empty, if you’ll be honest. It’s not messy enough. But there was nothing left of Dave in this space when you arrived, and you haven’t filled that spot near long enough to even start accumulating that level of clutter.

So familiar, and yet, in many other ways, it’s utterly unrecognizable.

But it’s your life now, and considering you didn’t expect to live through dying, it ain’t half bad.

The problem is you’re desperately lonely.

[Davepeta is open for asks!]

[Technically a distant sequel to [Return to Roost]]

[dirkcaptor-edits]

Here you go again pal, hope you like em!

[outofstrings]

So what's the story behind that thar dragon part of things? :3c

*STARES HARD AT*

Oh u know, casual baby unicorn stealing from the herd, the blessing, if u will.

A very powerful wizard (LE) that is always after more power took an interest in possessing a unicorn, one that had a power to access souls because he had an idea.

The idea was to use the unicorn’s power to rip the soul out of a dragon (Caliborn) he ‘raised’ and put it into the unicorn so he wouldn’t be limited by their powers/abilities and didn’t need to work with both Since Bro was a child at the time, the strain of using his power at such a young age and from someone else accessing it cracked his horn but the splicing was successful and it only got worse for him since then.

It changed his physical appearance

[missbehavior0u0]

Hey! sorry to bother but i dont know who to ask about pestchum issues and i saw it from you post so i thought id ask you if thats alright! i closed pesterchum but removed the application from the folder to have it on my desktop. this made it unopenable but i managed to solve that issue. my only issue now is that while it has the username i chose saved, it wont let me access it because "someone else already has it". do you know if this has any fixes?

I had this problem too! UnU in the end I just made a different version of the username, but I would recommend inquiring with Shou ( turntechCatnip ). Their contact information is in the pesterchum download link, towards the bottom!

[satiricalgaming]

Pesterchum 2 for oldies

Anyone here ever roleplay on Pesterchum back in the day? Around 2012-2015? Either way, if you were around for the older days of Pesterchum, a new memo was started by some veterans on Pesterchum 2 called, #The_Bubble. We’re trying to bring back the old rp vibes from those days. 

If you don’t already have Pesterchum 2, here’s the link to it: https://www.mediafire.com/file/p04nwg9ca0baxgu/pesterchum.rar/file  

Make sure you join turntechCatnip’s server, not ghostDunk or Kalliope.

[forgivenbucky]

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[homestuck-human-generator]

Name: M. Dann Miyake Color: Mexican Pink #E4007c Symbol: atom Strife Specibus: fistkind Handle: turntechCatnip Animal: conure Pronouns: they/them Age: 13 Birthday: 360th day of the year Sexuality: aromantic Interests: hooping and VR gaming Dream Moon: prospit Classpect: Bard of Space Land: Land of Circles and Blooms, an embarrassing place, with happy Water snake consorts. It is a place full of a fetid swamp and webs. Rhea loves this land like his own spawn.. Instrument: gue via homestuck-human-generator https://ift.tt/eHW56FB

[turntechcatnip]

What’s ur fursona? Or are you your own fursona???

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TC: i do have a fursona! its kinda me but a little diffurent its just MORE!!!

TC: beclaws id wanna go all the way mew know???

TC: sure i already got the wings which are purrty dope but just imaogine!!!

TC: swiveling ears!!! flicking tail!!! two of em even beclaws the more the mewrrier!

TC: majestic as flock whiskers!!! twitching nose!!! more feathers!!!

TC: meowby even gain back some of the height i lost

You fold your claws, and the chalk, into your overlarge sleeves, chewing on the inside of your lip but mindful of the sharpness of your fang. For all that you embrace the feline-adjacent behaviors you grew up with and you still could channel that wish-fulfillment into hand-made tails and paw-slippers, you aren’t actually part cat, and that’s something you always kinda wished was different. Even when you played with Jade for the irony, you always imagined yourself as a purrbeast, not a bird. As you are, you’re probably technically an avian? A feathery?

A featherbeast that was raised by a purrbeast that wants to be a cat. It’s such a tragic story in three acts. You would be jealous of Jasprose, if the thought of thinking of her didn’t threaten to make you sad, so you don’t.

Seriously, you’re all out of methods to modify-your-genome at this point, and the only means of achieving your calling is left in your own imagination. And your chalk.

Your eyes flicker to the smudged drawing over your bed, and can’t help the snicker at the red scribbled shades and hat you added on a whim.

Two cats is probably more like it.

[turntechcatnip]

Davepeta! Are you alright? That seemed like a nasty crash landing...

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TC: crash landing…?

TC: oh 

TC: that

TC: yeah

TC: polly on a cracker its b33n over a flocking month since then huh

TC: sprites arent built to die easily

TC: the blood aint really blood its like energy???

TC: lose enuff of it and you just poof pendant time

TC: grounded to the itty bitty little living space pawrt of the whole magic spirit guide fang

It happened, once. The second time you cheated death.

As Davesprite you just respawned from your pendant some in-determinant time after you finally collapsed. You’d had to regrow your wing somehow. Jade didn’t talk to you for a week after that because you scared her so badly. Even with her space vision she couldn’t find you.

As Davepeta...

You aren’t sure you would have wanted to test it. Not when you had two pendants hidden under your robe. Two pendants. Two kernel sprites. Two lives-become-one on the line.

Maybe you would have reformed separately.

Maybe you wouldn’t have reformed at all.

The game was over.

You did your job.

TC: luckily it didnt come to that 

TC: i think i furreaked bro out though

TC: he didnt really get the memo on the whole sprite thing

[katreal-fic]

I’m kinda really happy with how this shot turned out so I’m gonna rebagle it here too.

Yo, Davepeta. Been out flying since you crash landed back into the land of the living?

TC: did you know that wild birds with compound fractures seldom fly again???

TC: i cant find a reliable statistic but thats furom wildlife rescues who actually kno what they are doin and not just usin some quick n dirty wooden dowels that bro found covered in dust in the attic and some tape

TC: i mean im not just a bird and magic sprite shit had to count for somefang in the beginning but

TC: it might still be too soon

TC: espurrcially since i would i n33d to throw myself off the building or at the very least furom the broadcast tower if i wanted to test it and idunno bout mew but im not quite ready to throw myself into metafurical sun again

TC: sides bro would purrobably kill me

You look out over the darkened cityscape. At the distant light of helicopters responding to some traffic accident. Listen to the sound of sirens in the night. The shadowed buildings are dotted with lights, some bright, some dim, but all evidence of other lives moving on around you.

Would it even be safe to fly here, even if you could? In the middle of a city of concrete and glass and lights that never truly sleeps? If you assume this shit is real, and not some dying fever dream as the black-hole stretched your final moments into an eternity, then you have to consider the consequences of flaunting your alien nature in a potentially mundane as hell city and all the lovely baggage that comes with it.

...Bro’s paranoia might be getting to you.