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poodledoodle1 · 7 days ago

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act of trust - [tim wright x winged!reader]

summary: reader is a human-avian having trouble preening their wings. tim comes to help out :-)

genre: fluff

wc: 2.5k

contains: genderneutral reader, no description of readers physical appearance beside wings, pining, the most awkward attempt at writing a conversation ever, preening inaccuracies probably, reader is a proxy

cw: description of past cannibalism (um), implied cannibal reader, mentions of operator-sickness

a/n: i wrote this bcs i cant stop dreamimg about having wings and bcs i love tim. i was originally going to make this about jack because he's a 'monster' as well and it would have been more fitting but. oh how i love tim. there aren't enough tim fics out there and i have to change that. oh tim my pookie. this is also kinda based off my miserable self insert oc but shh

Sitting on the edge of the wooden railing of the cracked, old balcony with one of your wings curled towards your lap, you harshly tug your fingers through the dirty, dishevelled feathers in an attempt at keeping them neat and in place. It hurts. But the stinging sensation of pain has long since stopped bothering you, considering your line of work.

Being a proxy slave to an eldritch entity means day-to-day life is bound to be filled with all sorts of injuries and suffering. Whether that be by the hand of whatever unfortunate bastard you were hunting down or by the mind-controlling cryptid itself. It varies from the occasional punch to the throat to waking up in the middle of nowhere with a throbbing head and dried blood and tears crusted on your face, not remembering a damn thing about how you ended up here. Knowing you probably deserved it.

Either way, the pain is all the same and whining about it won’t get you out of its vicious clutches.

A sharp, howling gust of wind rushes past you into the foggy night, rustling your feathers and the branches of the thick forest behind the abandoned cabin you're calling home for the time being. It’s nearing the end of September, meaning days are getting shorter, the air chillier and the auburn maple leaves are dancing through the gentle breeze of change again.

The smell of petrichor is wafting through the air, gloomy weather becoming more common with the transition into autumn. It’s going to rain soon. You better hurry up with this.

With a frustrated sigh you stretch your wing a little further, not quite able to reach the one spot in the back. It’s always given you trouble, no matter how much you shift and bend. But you need to get it over with. You’ve been pushing it off for days and you have a long mission ahead of you in the morning. Something about a self proclaimed group of investigators, hiking through the grueling trails of Appalachia, knowing more than they should. You weren't really listening when your ‘coworkers’ were going over details.

You’ve been a part of their little murder group for almost five months now, consisting of you and four other mentally ill and miserable souls, all sharing the unlucky fate of getting caught like flies in the Operator’s wretched web of psychological torture and suffering.

You’re rather quiet around them. Too shy and socially awkward to even attempt holding a conversation. As a.. whatever people would call you –an angel maybe, a beast definitely– either way, you haven't really had a chance at normal human contact, leaving your social skills to be quite rusted. But it doesn't matter. You prefer listening to their banter.

The balcony door creaks open behind you and you smell him before you turn around to see him. Tobacco mixed with an earthy musk and an undertone of sweat.

Tim.

He doesn’t seem to notice you at first. Too preoccupied trying to flick the lighter on a few times to ignite the cigarette in his lips, before his eyes dart up to where your gaze is now pointed at him over your shoulder.

“Oh. Hey.”

His eyes flicker to your fingers combing through your wing. Eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Unsure whether or not the act of preening is something that should be done in private.

“Oh! Uh.. Sorry, didn’t know you’d be out here. I’ll just..-”, his speech slightly muffled with the cigarette between his teeth.

He points his thumb towards the door, already turning his body and taking a step towards it before you interrupt him with a:

“Stay. I don’t mind.”

“Uh, okay…” He clears his throat. “Yeah, cool.”

You watch his eyes screw shut, eyebrows furrowing in a pinch of embarrassment as he turns back towards you.

Amused, you focus your attention back on the problem at hand. Picking up your oil-slicked preening comb in the shape of a bird’s beak, you get back to work. It’s been laying abandoned by your side for long enough, you think as Tim leans his back onto the sturdy wooden railing you're sitting on. Once again flicking his lighter on and lighting the cigarette between his dry lips.

Minutes go by and a thick wave of awkward silence washes over the both of you. Only ever filled by the occasional huff of smoke leaving his lungs and the annoyed tsks and grunts escaping you because of the particularly entangled lump of feathers you're trying to set straight again.

You notice Tim glancing at you out of the corner of your eye every once in a while, never saying anything. You can tell he’s curious, yet too shy to speak whatever plagues his mind.

He’s almost finished with his cigarette by the time he finally breaks the silence, asking “Need help with that?”, probably wondering whether or not he’s crossing a boundary right now.

You barely hear him. Irritated. Taking a few seconds to process his words before your face softens and you let out a “Huh?”

“Ah, you know..-” He stiffly motions to your wing, heat rushing up his neck.

“Ya looked like you were strugglin’. Thought I’d offer.” He doesn’t meet your eyes now, unsure why he even asked in the first place, both of you knowing damn well he doesn't know a thing about preening wings.

“Oh! Um..”

You've never let anyone else do this to you. Not since her.

You still remember the feeling of sinking your teeth into her beating flesh. Heartbeat erratic, pounding under your molars. Hands pushing at your chin and temple, uselessly trying to force your jaw apart. You still remember the taste of her warm, metallic blood squirting on your tongue and splashing against the back of your throat, before swallowing it down your esophagus. You still remember feeling the clank of your teeth reconnecting around the thick piece of meat with a hefty bite. You still-

Enough. You force your eyes shut. Guilt won’t bring her back. Might as well try to get over it by creating new memories. This will be pleasant, Tim has treated you with respect since the beginning.

If you forget about how you got here in the first place.

But that doesn’t matter, it wasn’t his choice and you need to speak before he takes his offer back.

“Yes, please.” Looking at him again, your expression morphs into that of gentle admiration. It always does.

He huffs a nervous laugh through his nose, putting the cigarette out and flicking it towards the ashtray on the round glass table. He turns towards you and shuffles closer.

Hands twitching towards your wing, but not yet wanting to touch it. Unsure.

You shift, sitting up a little straighter, legs pressing tighter together. Fidgeting with the metal comb in your lap, trying to seem like this isn’t affecting you at all, stretching your wing in his direction.

“How do I..” He starts.

Oh right. You forgot he hasn’t done this before.

“Try to untangle them, if-if you can. Make sure they're all straight and get rid of the grime. It gets really uncomfortable if they're not all… Yeah.”

Your wings have been feeling particularly aching as of late. Covered in dirt, debris and the occasional tick. There’s no avoiding it when your job is to hunt people down like a feral animal charging through the woods. Unlike your partners, you don’t use any traditional weapons. Your teeth and claws, partnered with your stamina and ability to blend into the shadows are more than enough for you.

“Alright.” Handing him the comb, he carefully takes the large wing in his callused hand, trying his best to avoid it touching the metal. Acting like you're much more fragile than you really are.

His other hand reaches towards your multicolored feathers, running his fingers through them and brushing off crumbs of dirt. He’s always wondered what this would feel like. ‘Soft’, he likely thinks.

You’ve seen the way they look at the oddities emerging from your back. You’ve felt it. When you’re staring at the moving shapes through the car window. When you’re mumbling a hushed reply to one of your colleagues. You recognize curiosity when you see it. After all, it’s all you’ve ever been met with. Curiosity, pity and unadulterated fear.

You fold your other wing towards your lap, joining him in brushing fingers through it with the intent of saving time to get this done and over with.

Despite it usually feeling like a nice massage or like scratching an itch, you hate doing this. It’s a long, tedious process that typically steals hours of your time. Combing through your feathers absentmindedly while travelling is one thing, but it’s not often that you take your time to properly groom them like you’re supposed to do.

This often leaves your wings feeling uncomfortable and sometimes even painful, even when they're safely tucked away into the warm comfort of your body.

After untangling the lump of feathers you were struggling with earlier, you feel Tim take the comb into his other hand and begin to spread the waxy oil covering the comb over your wing. This makes them waterproof and helps maintain their condition. Not that he knows.

“Let me know if it hurts, yeah?”

As the leader of the group, Tim has always made it his mission to look out for his partners, repeatedly ignoring his own well-being to make sure they have it easy. Standing up to the Operator itself when it’s being especially cruel to them. To you. Knowing damn well he won't come out unharmed. Acting like he’s braver than he is.

You appreciate him for that.

It’s not often that a person sticks up for a beast like you. You’ve torn apart dozens of people with your bared fangs and sharpened claws.

Yet here he is. Brushing your feathers like you’re delicate. Holy. Something to be worshipped. You can’t contain the smile blooming on your lips.

“Yeah.”

The sound of rain drops gently hitting the balcony roof guides you out of your thoughts. Watching the water wet the large, empty field under the balcony, dirt path leading up to the house growing muddy. You hope the sky clears up by the time you have to leave.

“It's almost morning. What brings ya out here anyway, couldn’t sleep?”, you hear him ask.

“No.”

He hums, picking at a stray leaf stuck between your feathers. “I know the feeling.”

“Are you an insomniac?”, you wonder out loud. You’ve always been blunt.

A brief chuckle escapes his throat. “What makes you say that?”

“I hear you play guitar a lot. When you think everyone is sleeping.” Good dreams come to you easier those nights. When you fall asleep listening to the tender melodies and his quiet voice.

You feel his hands freeze for a second, “Sorry, uh..”, clearing his throat, he continues. “Didn’t know I was keepin’ you up with that. I’ll stop.”

“Don’t. I like it.”, you lied. You love it.

You barely catch him letting out a shaky breath over the sound of the rain. He continues fixing your feathers with the comb.

“Thanks.”

You see a flash of lightning from your peripherals. The distant storm clouds hanging far above the field you're facing. A few seconds pass and you hear the matching rumble of thunder somewhere. The rain is growing heavier, dampening your dangling legs.

“You know.. I’ve never seen you fly before.”, he starts. You recognize his statement to be a question in disguise. He wants to know, ‘Can you?’

“I used to. Somewhat. I just don't get the chance to do it anymore.” Spending most of your time in a dense forest, a cramped, stolen family van or in some cheap motel means there's not a lot of space to spread your wings in, leaving you to fold them into yourself more often than you’d like.

“I see.” He carefully plucks an insect off of you and flicks it down the balcony. Quietly, he asks, “Would you like to?”

“What?”

“Would you like to fly again?”, speaking louder this time.

Of course you would. Soaring through the skies, reaching your fingers towards misty clouds, spinning in the wind, watching the glistening stars with no one to suffocate you with their endless staring, no one to prick your skin, then veins with stainless steel, sucking up your blood in a small glass container, bringing it away to run the test of the day. Being alone. It was heavenly. Of course you would like to fly again.

“I would.”

“I ca- we can make time for that when we get back. If you want. Enough space out there, right?”

He’s talking about the field in front of you. Large and vacant. Without nosy strangers to watch. That could work. But you haven’t done it in so long, it would be embarrassing to fail in front of them.

“That would be nice.”

The balcony door slams open with a bang, both of you nearly jumping out of your skin. Tim’s hands leave your wing as you whip around to look behind you.

It’s Toby.

“The hhh-hell are y-you two doing?”

He barely gives you time to open your mouth before he starts speaking again, holding up a hand.

“Actually I don’t c-care, we have to guh-go soon, come on.” He grunts, head jerking towards his shoulder in a harsh, involuntary shrug. “B-Brian is already bringin’ the bags down. He actually w-wanted me to help with that but honessss… -honestly that prick can eat shit and die, so I came to get you guys inste-instead.”

He has such a way with words, you think to yourself.

Despite him starting the conversation off with urgency, he’s sauntering over to the wooden bench next to you now, slumping onto it with a groan of relief. Leaning his arms over the back, legs spread wide and head thrown back, making himself comfortable.

“God, I’ve been puh-packing for…” He lets out a guttural grunt again, face scrunches up. “-over an hour. 'M not helping him with fff-fuckall.”

Listening to him run his mouth all day is something you find amusing. The brunette constantly finding something to moan about, often bickering with Tim or Kate, seemingly unable to exist in silence.

“I told you to get it done yesterday, didn’t I?” you hear the man behind you scold as you shuffle your wings back upright and turn around.

“Fuck off, Tim”

He hands you the comb back and steps away from you, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets and avoiding your eyes. His ears are red.

"Hey, watch your mouth before I throw your ass off this balcony."

As much as you would love to stay and watch these two bicker and try to beat each other up – as they so often do – you're getting rather cold out here and the rain is becoming harsher by the second. There's only so much the balcony roof can protect you from. They can fight in the car.

“We should go. Let’s not keep Kate and Brian waiting.”, you mutter, hopping down the railing and onto your dripping feet. You give your legs a few shakes each to brush the water off.

Your wings already feel much better. The day will be easy.

can u tell i've no idea on how to write an ending :3

this is my first time writing a fic ever so you aren't allowed to be mean to me btw

#what am i doing #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #tim wright #tim wright x reader #masky marble hornets #masky x reader #oneshot #fluff #x reader #cringe

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grison-in-space · 1 year ago

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It's never too late. We are beginning to think about how and why we exploit animals, and how it is not morally consistent with our values; several prominent anarchists and communist bloggers on Tumblr have admitted that veganism is ethically and financially superior on every level, though they don't participate in it, which is sad. All it takes is a little extra work. The collapse of capitalism will also bring the collapse of the animal industry, or vice versa. The meat plants subjugate both humans and animals, causing persistent trauma- in fact, it has the highest rate of trauma among every category of labor. If you support abolition, you should support all abolition: children, psych people, and animals. On a site like Tumblr, we have an opportunity to promote the breakdown of all positions of power. We are all equal.

Honey, you have the wrong fucking blog to the extent that I can only assume you are spamming this message to everyone you think might listen. I have gone on the record several times to say:

I am a pragmatic empiricist. I care much less about ideological consistency than I do about observed outcomes. There are traps there, too—sometimes people get too much into the weeds about observing proxies for desired goals—but essentially I do think that careful observation of the world around me is much more valuable than starting with a consistent ideology and assuming that good intentions will yield good outcomes.

I am motivated by animal welfare. For me, part of that involves meeting animals on their own level, using their own species-specific signals to assess stress and comfort, and understanding animals within their own social context. Therefore,

I am opposed to animal rights narratives that encourage people to project their own imagined emotional responses onto animals without assessing the animals' actual signals in context. Additionally,

I believe as a behavioral ecologist that, for good and for ill, humans are essentially animals participating in a broader ecosystem that includes us. I do not think humans are special or exist outside that broader web, and I think that ecological intervention works most effectively when we see ourselves as part of nature rather than as some kind of twisted unnatural personification of original sin. Conflict and death are part of life. You won't make a better world by pretending otherwise.

I am a disabled person ("psych people?!"), and more specifically an autistic and neurodivergent person. I literally spelled out for you last night that I have difficulties eating and that imposing more barriers to that ("a little extra work") is a significant burden for me. Your easy dismissal of this point is, in context, amazingly and blithely ableist. Wow.

"psych people?!" I am happy to critique coercive psychiatry and medicine more generally, but that one's new on me. If you're not brave enough to use the language of mad/crip pride, are you entirely sure you understand the points of the dialogue? Your demonstrated grasp of disability justice is already extremely poor; this ain't helping.

I am not anti-state (i.e. I am not an anarchist; I am a democratic socialist) and I routinely criticize daydreams about burning entire systems to the ground and replacing them with a vague new system. Those criticisms are usually based in historical analysis of attempts to do exactly that, which have typically resulted in a lot of bloodshed, generally from the most vulnerable people in society. They also often yield a new and not necessarily more egalitarian power structure that continues to oppress people, sometimes more aggressively than the institution preceding it.

For the same reason, I am not a communist. I think communism offers too many opportunities for unscrupulous people to seize power, creating more inequality under the banner of equality itself. Again, this position comes from reading the history of communist states from as many perspectives as I can get my mitts on.

I frequently critique assumptions that capitalism is the only root of social problems. This does not mean that I am pro-capitalism. It means that I think you have to think deeply about problems, especially when it makes you uncomfortable, to understand how to solve them. Many problems that capitalism exacerbates are actually rooted in problems about impulse control (as with Ideas Jerry the other day), basic human social dynamics, emotional regulation, complex traumas, and many other things. You must understand how these problems arise before you can construct a structure that guards against them effectively.

Fundamentally, I think you are probably optimistically spamming this message to anyone that you think will listen. I invite you to consider how effective that is as a tactic to advance your politics: when you pick the wrong person, at best you leave the impression that people serving your ideology are essentially self centered and bad at listening. At worst, you wind up pissing people off enough to sit down and lay out exactly how many points they disagree with you on. Coalitions of solidarity are based on listening carefully to one another and finding the places we agree on; shit like that is antithetical to building them because it sends a very effective signal that you are either very, very bad at listening or uninterested in doing so.

Either way, get out of my house.

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theamberparadise · 18 days ago

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THE MANSION: HEADCANNONS | RESIDENT/CREEP EDITION

SYNOPSIS: This one is about the residents' (creeps who aren't proxies) roles, house hold chore wise.

What they do in taking care of the mansion, any of their specialities, and some wild cards!

Basically very resident-centric.

PUBLISH DATE: 06/05/2025

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is based on the original version right here!

HOW DO THEY TAKE CARE OF THE MANSION?

JEFFREY WOODS

He doesn't contribute much unfortunately.

Most of the residents there don't like him, and for a good reason too. He's done a lot of stuff to a lot of people, minor or major, and all of it has let them rank him lower on their bad side.

One, and the most obvious example, is his staring.

Say you're a new member. You're still figuring out the mansion's tricks after escaping that dreadful forest outside. You're observing, observing, observing, until a pair of icy cold eyes penetrating your heart like icicles.

You cock your eyebrow up, both in confusion and terror. He was horrifying, and he was staring at you.

You tried to look back behind you to see if he's hopefully staring at somebody else, but all you could face was the peeling wall. You look back at him and he's somehow closer to you.

One of the main things he begrudgingly does is feed the heart of the mansion. The reason why he's one of the most tolerant of its mere existence out of most people in the mansion is because he's seen some things.

He's watched the darkest gore online, the most fucked up movies he could ever find, and an endless amount of violent real-time murders on the web.

Plus he has done things that aren't that far from what he's watched before

The reason why he's only there for a few minutes is, because he himself can't handle the smell. Not the sight, not the sound, but the smell. Fucking shit that smell.

He can't even describe it himself. And that's bad coming from someone like him. If he says it's bad, it's bad.

What he will usually do is, take the victim, rather it be a deer or a thrashing screaming person, he's going down there, fast. He doesn't care if the victim's head is repeatedly bouncing off each stair, he just wants it done.

He busts the door open and and immediately throws the victim towards the heart and watched them be consumed. Once Jeff is sure they're gone, he's gone, too.

He may not be the most careful but he gets the job done.

The reason that The Operator still keeps him around despite Jeffrey being a ruckus and a nuisance to most of his residents, nobody can deny that Jeff isnt good at what he does.

Need to kill a target outside of the mountains? Give him two days.

Want supplies, stolen or bribed for? He's got them in his truck.

Need a huge group of targets killed? He's having a field day.

Need somebody kidnapped? The guy might be bleeding out to his possible death but he's here and Jeff brought him back alive

BEN DROWNED

Surprisingly, he is very much involved with important aspects of the mansion

Since he's one of the only ones who can go out and explore any section of the media unnoticed and untracked, he's the main person who scopes out possible camping areas that are available to the proxies before every mission

He's also the main one who is responsible of bringing in huge amounts of money from banks that he managed to steal from and give to the proxies.

Unfortunately, most of that money is used for drugs.

The initial intent for the money was for when they needed to get out to buy equipment in public with high-risk of getting caught stealing.

To put it simply, when they're out and about in public disguised like normal people, and they need to get something like combat boots, pocket knives, or new tech, the money provided by BEN should be used.

Most of the time, though, it is used to buy cocaine, weed, edibles, and bongs from dealers.

BEN partakes in this too, of course. Who cares? He's the only one who can manage to break the bank's safe code so he's entitled to this. Plus, he's got that "premium shit", whatever that means.

Whenever a new member enters the mansion and is introduced to their room, they would have to knock on BEN's door to let him know so he could administer and give their room water and electricity, since unused rooms dont have them and remain a blank room with nothing but an empty mattress and a table.

He is the main one that everybody goes to when they're in a crunch and need money. But sometimes, he can be very unreasonable and ask for dirty "favors".

He provides the mansion weed, money, the vessel to electricity and water, and he also puts up advertisements for some specific residents' second jobs.

And by those specific residents I mean Jeff, Toby, Habit, Kate... I'll get into their jobs later on in a different post.

He's important.

EYELESS JACK + NURSE ANN

He's obviously one of the main medics in the mansion next to Nurse Ann.

They're eachother's assistant and sometimes eachother's student.

Although, Ann's methods are sometimes... extreme.

This is part of why most residents prefer to wait for Jack to return from his errands rather than letting Ann possibly kill them.

They both have separate offices but obviously Ann's office is almost always empty because of the lack of her patients but she doesn't care even the slightest. Less maggots to care about, less work to do.

She goes to Jack not for lessons on nursing or medicine since she's basically already a licensed nurse, but for any conditions the residents might have since he's been here longer than her.

Ann's office is on the left wing of the mansion, while Jack's is on the right. This is for when a resident can go to the nearest office available to them instead of just one office for when they're in a pickle.

They do expect something back for when they finish treating you. You either have to bring extra materials for them or educational first med manuals for unusual instances the residents can even stumble upon.

X-VIRUS (CODY)

When certain medicines aren't available, Jack goes to Cody.

Although Cody doesn't specialize in medicine specifically, provide him with a sample bottle of the needed medication and he's got it.

He plays a role in hunting, too. There's only so much a hatchet can do in aiming for food, so Toby brings him along on hunting sessions for poison-induced arrows.

A singular arrow may not paralyze a deer completely, but poison can.

He made the poison safe to consume after an amount of time, of course. He's not that sloppy.

He also plays a role in kidnapping, releasing toxic fumes into the victim's room to knock them out before smuggling them in Jeff's truck.

Some of the animal bait which are rats are from him, too. He's just a little stingy about them since he uses them as test subjects for his concoctions.

He may or may not have intentionally released a loose rat named cheesecrust somewhere around here...

HOMICIDAL LIU + JANE THE KILLER

They take care of the library!

Yes! The library. A sanctuary of quiet, knowledge, and calm.

It's actually something they look forward to-- it gives them a chance to escape from the chaos, recharge, and relax.

They find peaceful moments in dusting off books, pushing heavy, old shelves, waxing the floorboards... it's the most mundane of tasks.

The hardest thing they do in their part is restoring half of the library's books that have been rotting away, and even so, Jane finds quiet happiness in it. (Even if there's sometimes black, sticky goop in between the pages.)

Liu is more into organizing. It's easier to sort out decades-old books rather than to sort out his own thoughts. Plus, the shuck! sound of the books when he pushes them in is so much more satisfying than anything else in the world.

At first, the job was a little inconvenient since dust was quite literally everywhere, but once they got the hang of it and worked as a team the library looked almost spotless, despite some hard-to-reach cobwebs here and there...

They also round up as much medical history books and manuals as they can and bring them to Jack and Ann. They also have manuals in home made weapons and animal traps, including information about wiring and tech, too.

Wait, where are the psychological self-help books?

So, even though most of their work is mundane, most of the outside and advanced knowledge that the creeps can't have access to are with them.

WHAT DO THE REST DO? (NINA THE KILLER, CLOCKWORK, LAUGHING JACK, SALLY, THE PUPPETEER)

The rest, well, they take turns in cleaning if the hallways are already too dusty and stinking with blood, helping out the ones with major roles if they need an extra person, alerting Hoodie or Toby if something's going on, and if situations become really dire and the weather is too unstable to be going out to eat something, they take turns to cook.

Cleaning just involves a lazy sweeping back and forth in the hallways and the living room, sometimes a mop in the kitchen but other than that, that's all they're gonna do.

Helping the others is a bore, of course. Nobody likes being disturbed doing absolutely nothing, am I right?

Cooking is an even greater bore, some of them might actually even volunteer to cook first if that means it won't be their turn to cook for a while.

They rarely cook for the mansion, because everyone is actually better off venturing for their own food or making it-- whether it be fast food like McDonald's and Waffle House, or a half-assed attempt at making a deer meat stew.

So, Liu found a recipe book and placed it in the kitchen. Making chicken egg drop soup, lasagna, and shepherds pie a staple in the mansion.

The recipes may be centuries-old, but it's way better than the gray, foul smelling, chunky goop with a floating fish bone, questionable bubbles, green and yellow bits of mystery, and eight or nine pieces of gummy worms in there that Laughing Jack made.

Nobody ate that night. Except for Laughing Jack, he finished the whole pot. For the unlucky ones who were brave enough to take a bite or two, ended up having food poisoning

LJ was never allowed near the stove ever again.

DO THEY HAVE PETS?

Only a few do.

For Jeff, the whole mansion quite literally sighed internally when he carried a wet, smelly, muddy dog-- not really a dog, but a cryptid. A cryptid dog. A cryptid dog that smiles. That speaks. That has attempted to bite BEN's arm off when he tried to pet it.

It was all so unnerving. This-- smiling dog, was so alike to Jeff, that even the residents of the mansion started comparing it to him.

During missions, Jeff would sometimes bring along the dog as it didn't need to eat, but it did appreciate the occasional "treats" (mostly a victim's leg or two). Jeff's partners didn't appreciate this of course, but the dog mostly just stood in the corner so they mostly forget about it until it was time to return.

Smile Dog, now that they all figured it out, would come and go, staying at least three to four days a week in the mansion before vanishing briefly into the woods. Then it would come back, sometimes with a concerning amount of blood on it, but, eh. Who hasn't been showered in human blood before?

They all presume it's because the dog needed it's victims of its own but nonetheless they never questioned it further, that thing isn't any of theirs anyway.

Toby likes the forest. Well, only after the forest accepted him, anyway. It's his escape. The birds, the green of the trees...

He's actually learned how to make bird calls so they would come to him. So far, he was able to attract a Raven, a (quite chubby) pigeon, and he is this close to befriending this lovebird he recently found.

None of them he keeps, of course. He can barely even take care of himself, what more a bird?

One time, EJ was sent to patrol the perimeters of the mansion because some "disturbances" were occurring.

That "disturbance" happened to be, well, the SeedEater. In which EJ brought back home with him.

Much like Smile Dog the SeedEater also comes and goes, the only difference is that it stays much shorter than it is away.

All the wasted bodies from the organ business that him and the proxies are running go to the SeedEater.

EJ isn't disturbed by the fact that it eats children, he's just relieved that it would eat adults at all, since he didn't wanna have to go dig yet another unnamed grave.

It didn't take much for EJ to resist the creature's advances in taking over his mind, actually that is the reason why the creature has grown fond of him. He's one of the firsts who evaded it's tricks.

Nobody knows what EJ did to lure it back to the mansion, though.

#creepypasta #creepypasta mansion #creepypasta headcanon #proxies #jeff the killer #x virus #ben drowned #jane the killer #clockwork #laughing jack #eyeless jack #nurse ann #the puppeteer #homicidal liu #nina the killer #smile dog

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accio-victuuri · 2 years ago

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CPN : ZZ’s mysterious driver & Web’s “selfie”

So I thought about whether i should talk about this or just leave it be. Cause i did mention the mystery driver in the August CPN post but I kept it vague and left minimum information. Because at the time, it sounded so galaxy brained and that it’s something that will never be what we want to be. And that’s fine. There are a lot of cpns/speculations/interpretations that are barely plausible and even us, we know it’s not possible, hence the term “clowning”.

this is one tho is making all of us go 👀.

( isn’t he the most gorgeous man ever? i don’t blame wyb for wanting to fetch him or visit. )

If you’ve been in this fandom long enough, you’ll know that sometimes the most nonsensical clues will become key points in the future. or those impossible cpns will (sometimes) sooner or later become more true.

This incident is a great example of that…..

For ZZ’s LOCH filming, there are proxy shooters who wait outside the site and film when ZZ arrives and leaves. Their clue is the car he uses but i don’t think he was ever photographed coming in or out like what happened with SBMS. That time, you can physically see him leaving/arriving to the hotel back entrance. There are photos and videos.

So 8/13, the same thing happens and cpfs noticed that the driver looked peculiar. It’s not his face per se, but what’s on it (p2).

We were clowning that it’s WYB with his helmet but it doesn’t look like his usual one. It’s too covered up.

At the time it was full on clowning. Would he really do this? Were other drivers photographed before and what did they look like? Is this the first time this mystery driver popped up? I haven’t seen the answer to that so that’s why i’m questioning it too. Maybe XZ does not want any part of the team to be recognizable.

A piece of the puzzle is added tho because of the Selfie WYB shared. As displayed above, we are putting it side by side. So is this him confirming our clowning? What are the chances that we were speculating about him wearing a different kind of helmet ( as the driver ) then he pops up with this selfie in particular.

Is this another coincidence? 🤡🤡🤡🤡

It’s also giving this vibe. His photo when he celebrated ZZ’s birthday and drove to where he was. Did he take this photo for the same purpose?

There is also a cpn going around based on XZ’s workday, it ended 20:20 and then WYB posted 20:39 so did he post it for XZ to see after work?

CPFs also noticed it’s taken from wechat camera. So meaning he sent it to someone else and yet again, we got leftovers. You could actually argue that “selfies” or things he shares on his weibo now are “leftovers”. I actually like that. He did not take a selfie or film a video with the intention of “posting for fans”. He probably shared it to xz or his circle of friends and decided why not share it on his weibo + fans.

Bonus is in today’s episode of SBMS there is this scene. Shengyang was looking through drawings of what looks like a moto goggles (?). LOL. The universe is really joining in on the clowning. Does WYB know this scene will come up the next day? Hmmmmmm…

It’s one of those things that is the reason why so many people are drawn to this pairing and fandom in general. Candies like this are why more and more people, even to this day, are becoming cpfs. We don’t even have to make “brainwashing” packages. You can’t even make these up. It just happens.

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Disclaimer: I know the implications and dilemma of taking candies from these proxy shooters who make their lives hard. Tho the entrance of the shooting site is a public space and they know LOCH crew is in there, it’s still not an excuse to camp out. If you think about it, these paparazzi are the reason why the mystery driver have to dress like that instead of a normal person. So yeah. I understand if people don’t wanna eat this candy because of that or feel 50/50 about all of this.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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kris-tyne · 8 months ago

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Chromebook Tech Literacy Masterpost

I've seen a lot of posts about the systemic death of tech literacy in schools with the advent of ChromeOS, and instead of responding to them one by one, I want to create a masterpost to destroy the system. First: FUCK CIPA. The Children's Internet Protection Act is a United States FCC act that standardizes internet safety across the country. Public schools are not required to comply with this act, but they will lose discounts offered for the E-rate program. In short, if you don't want to put up web filters, then you don't get government grants for technology and Internet. Fuck that. Many of these workarounds bank on my personal experiences, so some solutions may not work with your web filters, but they definitely are a step in the right direction. For talking with friends: chat rooms are your friend. Many chat rooms for professional use act just like Discord, and many are just a single text channel. Several I've used include: Google Messages, Rumbletalk, Slack, Element, ClickUp, Pumble, and... in a pinch, Google Docs can give you a shared document that's practically impossible to block. For watching videos: some chat rooms, especially Rumbletalk, allow you to directly embed a YouTube video. This is rare, however, so we found some workarounds. Canva has a video search and embed function that allows you to play YouTube videos straight from the editing page of their slideshows. For anime, a website that I don't think is maintained as well but should still work is AnimeTribes. It is a .ru site but it is perfectly safe, as long as you don't click on ads. I've never seen it redirect you otherwise, and the owner used to be commonly found on the chat page. Another piracy site is 9Anime, which doesn't work on Chromebooks but is an infinitely better source in general. A non-anime video piracy site is Arc018, which is my favorite. It does redirect you decently commonly, but just take care to avoid those redirects and follow piracy suggestions that I will lay out further down. For adblocking: the easiest method is to use uBlock Origin. Though, with all the stuff that Google has been doing, I'm not entirely sure if it works anymore. I gave up on Chrome the second I could get away from it and I suggest you all do the same. For playing games: so. I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon games. SO if you do too you're in luck. The only thing I could come up with was to download GPemu, a ChromeOS based emulator. Unfortunately it's pretty bad, but apparently there's an alternative called EmulatorJS. I never used it myself, but if someone wants to try it and let me know how it goes, that would be appreciated. HOWEVER, none of these work without the games to play them with. I'm going to detail piracy safety later, but for now: Vimm's Lair recently got axed by Nintendo's DMCA, but some ROMs may still be available. Another source (which is admittedly undergoing some major changes) is The Internet Archive. I haven't done a lot of searching on the Archive, and I don't know if it works on Chromebooks, but try it and let me know :).

Circumventing the web filter: While those solutions work for specific things you can do online, these present a general solution, capable of multitasking and providing you much more extended freedom. The first is CroxyProxy, a completely free proxy service that can be added through the Chrome Web Store. If the Web Store is blocked, it can be accessed via the direct website or through specific IP addresses. These change frequently, and I’m absolutely positive the ones that I have access to are blocked or simply go nowhere useful. The other option, assuming you have a home computer connected to the Internet at all times, is Chrome Remote Desktop. It will work as long as both computers are signed in to one shared Google account and both are connected to the Internet.

But Ty... none of this works for me: Oh boy. I guess it's time for my trump card. The pinnacle of my Chromebook workaround career has culminated in this. The ultimate destruction of ChromeOS, all without jailbreaking the computer and getting in a LOT of trouble (don't do that please). My magnum opus came from my blossoming understanding of emulation and, specifically, Windows images. During my senior year, I successfully used a trusted and necessary source (unblockable) to emulate a Windows computer entirely through a single Chrome tab. This source… Microsoft Azure. This cloud computing service allows the creation of a remote desktop that will save data when offline. The biggest hurdle with Azure is that… it costs money. However, when I did it, I got 200 hours of emulation FREE, and I would highly recommend you find the same deal, if it still works. Things to note: you can make multiple accounts, but you will need to also have separate payment cards, as multiple accounts with the same card will flag and not be usable. The frame rate is decently shit, and there is no physical graphics card, so the vast majority of games will not run. I mostly used it for Discord. However, feel free to experiment and make it your own. Use this knowledge wisely, and run free, my friends. Fuck CIPA, and fuck ChromeOS!

Please feel free to reblog or comment with more suggestions, because I would love to add them!

#boost this post so it reaches as many eyes as possible!#i want people to know about the ways they can fight against their schools!#tech literacy #chromebook #chromeos #school system #united states #masterpost #tech tag

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javert · 3 days ago

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ok I know i've said that i've been wandering through the mire with every hateful instrument and that I don't know what's going on with it, that's kinda a lie. i do have a fairly clear picture (at least from my perspective) of the strengths and weaknesses of this book

on one hand, like, base level, i think it's probably an enjoyable read. i think the characters are well drawn at the very least, which will carry a lot of people pretty far through a story, and it's not too slow paced. these are very important things. i think anyone who has read and liked any of my other books will probably enjoy EHI a lot. the plot makes sense, the stakes are clear, the characters are memorable, and the prose is decently clean (for a first draft. i mean i'm a web serial author at heart-- as a rule i write exceptionally clean first drafts, i just don't have a clue how to edit lol). and perhaps most importantly, I like writing it and think it's pretty good

HOWEVER. i think this book is at war with itself and also with me. like this book is trying to be three things at once

a compelling romance/downfall narrative

a slightly #literary meditation on like autonomy and systems of power

a tightly plotted political SF novel

and i think it's falling a little bit short on all three, because these goals are kinda in tension with each other. this book feels "thin" in many important ways, because i'm trying to HOLD THE LINE of keeping the manuscript somewhere around the 120k word mark, which is pretty much the max salable length for a debut SF novel. and because the relationship tension is the key driving motive of the novel, and because I don't want to introduce 90000 characters, it leaves the political plot feeling weirdly shallow.

there are some other problems w/ the structure too-- like Hail is simply not a particularly active protagonist, because he is very trapped by the story. which is by design, but there does come a point where i have to admit that this is poor design lol. the political plot is happening next to him, and he happens to be in the room-- this is bad. and it's because i designed the plot for aymon also being a POV character-- the political plot "belongs" to him-- but i cut his POV in order to make the story tighter. but him owning the political plot is a fundamental structural flaw of this book that might make it unfixably broken lol. i don't want to add his POV back in, because i think the simplicity of single POV is good, and keeps the length under control, but like... this book straight up might not work lol.

also, and here's another thing that's by design, but might be bad design-- in this draft, all of the violence is kept very far off screen until the second half. hail has *fantasies* (and one memory), but the rubber does not meet the road until chapter, uh, thirteen (of eighteen). like this is intentional-- it's about the reader going on the same journey as Hail. like he has to discover what the things he's willing to accept and do are when they're placed in front of him, after he's "accepted" them in a more bloodless form elsewhere. hail is not a reader-proxy on a character level, but he is on a thematic level-- his ability to love the people in front of him and to (totally, literally) empathize with them is his downfall. by the time the reader makes it to ch13 and aymon starts making hail murder and torture some folks, the reader has to like hail, and probably likes aymon a lot too lol.

and maybe that's idk, a kinda trite way of making art. i don't exactly want this book to be "the book that makes you feel bad for reading it"-- i do at the end of the day want it to be entertaining and compelling and have main characters that you can feel for. but also they are evil lol. there isn't a way to tell this story where i don't structurally acknowledge that aymon and hail are deeply fucked people.

so yeah idk. there's a lot of things that i know will be easy fixes in the 2nd draft-- like i can focus on trimming the fat/punching up the prose/going back in and layering things so that the whole thing is more cohesive/etc-- but those things i know how to do, and i don't think they address any of the problems above, which i think are just straight up fundamental to the book no matter what i do.

anyway. idk. it's also maybe silly to try to build this book For tradpub b/c like, we all know this isn't going anywhere right lol. like there's no way on earth that this novel gets me an agent 😂 the sooner i accept that the better. but i have my #ego...

#natalie does textposts #natalie writes a web serial

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im-ovulating · 1 year ago

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Okokok

This bitch on tiktok was arguing with me about creepypasta (dont ask. idk why it's on my fyp either, I left that fandom when I was 16).

It was about people mixing CRPs and Marble Hornets and changing Brian and Tim into Slenderman's (The Operator's) proxies rather than his enemies as they are in Marble Hornets.

He was tryna tell me that if you mix them together and change it like that, you are "media illiterate" and are "uneducated in fandom culture." Let's get one thing straight - Marble Hornets did not create The Operator. The Operator is literally just Slenderman renamed. Sorry, not sorry to break it to anyone who didn't know; you've had over a decade to watch it. Slenderman was one of the OG creepypastas that blew up. It's not even a different version of him in the series. It's just exactly him with a different name.

So (and correct me if I'm wrong) (I'm not), that makes Tim (Masky) and Brian (Hoodie) a creepypasta's enemies.

WHICH MEANS THEY ARE TECHNICALLY CREEPYPASTA OCS AND THEREFORE YOU CAN HAVE A SILLY LIL HEADCANON THAT THEY ARE HIS PROXIES.

It's technically not even mixing fandoms, bc, again, Slenderman is a CRP, and Marble Hornets uses Slenderman as the main villain, meaning Marble Hornets is basically a CRP web series.

Now...

I grew up watching Marble Hornets while simultaneously loving creepypasta stories. But even though I knew they were different veins of a similar subject, I still enjoyed the silly little stories people made with them mixed like that.

Do I mix them now that I'm an adult? No. But I'm not going to lie and say I never did. And I'm also not going to shit on people who still enjoy that dynamic.

It's not "mischaracterization" and it's not "media illiteracy". It's quite simply just having fun with different medias.

Mixing fandoms is, like, a large aspect of the fandom world.

An example based on the first fandom I started writing for: MHA. A pretty popular au for it is Spiderman despite them being vastly different medias.

It's just a small, fun thing that people do.

I know I'm rambling, and that this is out of left field. I just don't get why this man at his big age of 34 had to get so up in a tizzy about two fandoms (that I would argue are technically one fandom) being mixed together by a bunch of 10 year olds to the point of cursing people out and writing whole ass thesis papers in the comments on why he disagrees and that he's right and you're wrong because "how dare you have fun with the content you consume😡😤".

But that's just me.

#lackie lingo #<- rant edition #marble hornets #creepypasta #slenderman #the operator

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darkpeacemusic · 2 months ago

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𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘴

(TW: Mentions of animal murder and animal neglect)

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Smile Dog is Jeff's emotional support pet whom he adopted after saving his life from hunters. He's also a very good tracker when it comes to Jeff as he can tell if Jeff is lost or in danger based on his smell and will warn any of the nearby proxies or try to find Jeff himself if the other proxies are too busy.

Liu adopted Grinny Cat after he found him in a dumpster back when he was still a member of the Jeff Hunters. Liu is an absolute cat dad when it comes to Grinny and he spoils the hell out of Grinny much more so than he does to Jeff.

Sully has a pet undead calico cat named Seven. He named her after the seven birthmark on her belly. He is training her to be a hunting cat so he could take down Jeff easier.

Keith and Troy share an emotional support tarantula named Charlotte whom they named after Keith's favorite childhood movie, Charlotte's Web.

Jessie used to own a pet bullfrog named Mr. Frog when she was in middle school that ran away sometime before her near-death. She still doesn't know what happened to him or where he is now.

Kate (The Chaser) has a pet turtle named Salad who chills at the lake in the Slender Woods. She can tell which turtle is Salad based his chipped shell.

Charlie Matheson Jr. used to grow up with a family dog named Peanut who was later murdered in front of him by the Operator. The memory still haunts him to this day to the point where he is afraid of getting close to another dog.

Lauren owns a pet raven named Echo who often brings her and CR shiny trinkets from trespassers.

Loki is Cat Hunter's pet cat and most loyal companion. They're basically inseparable. Loki serves both as a hunting cat and an emotional support pet to Cat Hunter.

Third Base grew up with a family ferret until his parents divorced and his mom took the ferret with her where she later killed it due to her leaving it without food or water for a long period of time.

Chris (the Revenant) used to have a pet goldfish they won at a carnival until their stepbrother, Randy flushed it down the toilet.

LJ has a pet centipede named Skitty and a tarantula named Georgie whom he loves to let loose in the Slender Manor as one of his pranks and it usually scares the ever loving hell out of the entomophobics of the Slender Pact. Skitty lives in the walls while Georgie chills in his own web. He used to own a cricket named Chippy until he was eaten by Dawn's pet snake (LJ isn't mad at Dawn for that thankfully).

Seedeater used to be owned by Zalgo until they eventually escaped and was later taken in by EJ.

Dr. Pain owns an undead American Shorthair cat named Cookie. He named her Cookie cause her appearance reminded him of cookie dough.

Cody owns a zombie hedgehog named Shadow that followed him one day after he completed a mission.

Lazari has an undead bear named Skittles that was a gift from her "stepmom", Queen Blackheart.

Bleeding Man and Shadow Walker share a guard dog named Thor and a parrot named Terrorem (which is Latin for alarm). Terrorem is often their warning siren for when an unidentifiable visitor comes across their land.

Nick has an undead raccoon named Reñee.

Nina and Chris (Revenge) grew up with a family Dachshund dog named Winnie that died from old age after Jeff and Liu moved away.

Mr. Widemouth used to be owned by Frankie until Frankie quitted the Zalgo Brotherhood. He is now owned by Lazari who he has a semi-soft spot for.

Nathan used to grow up with a family rabbit named Hoppy that died sometime when his father left the family.

Nathan currently owns a gecko named Charmy. He named it after his favorite pokemon, Charmander. He also has a rat named Remy that lives within the walls of the Splendor Mansion.

Papa Grande Di Magico used to share a pet poodle named Sasha with his wife that died from sickness when his wife got pregnant.

Puppeteer had a family dog named Maya that was given up for adoption after his parents divorced.

Zachary owns a bearded dragon named Toothless.

Herobrine owns an undead wolf named Varge. He acts both as an emotional support dog and guard dog.

EEeEE was adopted by Glitchy Red after they killed their original owner.

Scarecrow Girl has an undead rooster named Bucky that often serves as her and Herobrine's alarm clock.

Helen has a pet rat named Mozzarella.

Hannah grew up with a family cat named Fluffy that died sometime after she did.

Roadwalker has an undead deer named Bambi that follows her everywhere she goes.

Zero owns two rats named Splinter and Shredder that was given as a gift from her adoptive father, Puppeteer.

Hobo Heart has a pet dog named Stitches.

Dollmaker has a pet cat named Yuri that was given to his adoptive mother, Nurse Ann as a Christmas present.

Ted the Caver has an undead guard bear named Yogi that chills in the caves. Only spirits and ghosts can pet him without getting nearly eaten.

Evan owns two dogs named Wendy and Pluto.

Jeff Koval used to share a dog named Sparky with his brother Alex until she was killed by The Rake.

Jessica and Amy own a chicken coop with three hens named Marge, Lisa, and Maggie. They're named after characters from the Simpsons.

Sarah grew up on a farm with a pet horse named Sierra. She currently owns a parrot named Athena and a ferret named Strawberry.

Seth used to have a dog that he used to own until it was killed by Alex.

Dawn owns a snake named No Feet.

Smiles has a farm in the Zalgo Realm that has a demon cow named Moorla, a dozen demon chickens, and a undead pig named Wilbur.

The Tod Killer has a pet fox named Tails.

Night Stalker used to have a White German Shepard named Fifi that ran off when she was 10.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta au #pets #marble hornets #slenderverse #everymanhybrid

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utopicwork · 7 months ago

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Out of curiousity, what would putting a website on piermesh be like / entail...?

If the regular web can be accessed as well, how is a piermesh-specific site different?

Apologies if I'm misunderstanding, I'm only just getting into programming / web dev :]

First, just for anyone interested: a site on PierMesh is called a Catch for themeing reasons

More to the point, at the moment putting a website on PierMesh is just:

Make sure all your content is inlined to one html page

Copy paste the code into the web client

Sharing the link to your page

The difference between a regular site and a PierMesh site at the moment to a normal web dev is mainly that you have more freedom in setting your link (any utf-8 characters are allowed) and that we ask that PierMesh sites be lightweight. But there's a lot more coming, WASM (WebAssembly) based site logic enabling Rust and Python based sites, cdn like site duplication across (operator*) nodes for faster access and distributed indexing to name a few. Also typically a PierMesh site will load faster, maintain more features and will be more reliable on PierMesh then a normal site because the Hopper/proxying functionality just scrapes the page and provides that to you (though it does automatically inline some content) which can be heavy on the PierMesh network and have buggy JS interactions depending on the site.

Tumblr refuses to let me start a line with an asterisk without turning it into a bullet point so the detail here on the operator note is that operator nodes are intended to be more static, higher throughput nodes as opposed to a single user setup.

Thanks for the question, let me know if you have any follow ups

#piermesh

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the-hadal-zone-sys · 4 months ago

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Hi hello, are you guys okay witu Tulpagenic systems/genq

We're a tulpagenic system but all of us tulpas are "walk-in" meaning that we just *showed up based on our host/tulpamancer's hyperfixations at the time* and currently the tulpamancy language is the stuff we identify the strongest with; because we function like a system we're kinda privately ID'ing as a Tulpagenic System (due to past issues with close friends (who were our friends and are sysmeds) and sysmeds on twitter) and are still learning things ;-;

Whilst we do function as a system kind of, we struggle with fully switching and the body's aphantasia makes it difficult for our host to *see* headspace + us but they can sense us well enough that we can type/talk and "share" (in the tulpa community, its often referred to as "possession" but we prefer the term "share" as in we're "sharing" the body temporarily due to some tulpaverse (our name for our headspace) issues and the fact that some of us are demons/demon hybrids) enough that we can help our host calm down

Sorry for the infodump there ;-;

- 🌌✨️ (<- "sys" sign off), 🕸🏍 (<- tulpa sign off, they/spider/web pronouns for me pls, idm hust they/them though)

Yeah, we're pro-tulpa. We have created headmates,, we usually just say created because we like how it sounds but people who prefer tulpa, willogenic, etc are free to interact!

Also every system ever is 100% free to infodump in our askbox we actually love it haha. And not all systems switch fully! There are proxy systems, for example, which have only one fronter.

#💚☕|| Sam (he/him)#endo safe #pro endo #plural #sysmeds dni #system #pluralgang #ask #plurality #tulpa safe #pro tulpa #willo safe #pro willogenic

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ardauntly · 5 months ago

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ok! here's a masterlist of verses penelope currently has that has some details: NOTE: alternatively to a lot of her fandom-based verses , we can certainly explore her as the main character

MAIN V1.0 ⸻ the default verse i turn to for ALL interactions

MAIN V2.0 ⸻ dunno if i can even call this as a mainverse but more as an exclusive verse that has CONTINUITY as it's tied to @resilied

SUPERNATURAL V1.0 ⸻ a shamaness with ties to YUELAO (the god of marriage and love) , acting as proxy for the deity, she is mostly a passive person when it comes to conflicts but not completely defenseless

SUPERNATURAL V2.0 ⸻ the deity who presides over passionate and enduring love (not to be mixed up with yuelao, they're a whole different entity), she's looked to when lovers leave for prolonged times or when it feels like the flames of love is dying

CRIMINAL ⸻ a family with both political ties and a web of informants, guiying has a formidable family that she's grown up in and will be taking over once she's more experienced

HISTORICAL ⸻ a princess with a wild heart , believing strongly in LOVE , she refuses to marry for any other reason

CELEBRITY ⸻ following her mother's footsteps , she takes to the stage and flourishes in numerous romantic dramas

HONKAI STAR RAIL ⸻ a marketing manager working with xianzhou innovators and inventors, a tie to the IPC

GENSHIN IMPACT ⸻ working closely with the liyue qixing as a public relations staff , but sometimes , one might spot her on stage

ZENLESS ZONE ZERO ⸻ a small time tea shop owner that also sells flowers , living her best life doing what she wishes while guarding a small secret

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE V1.0 ⸻ working in bloomshore district in a marketing firm , she's just living her day to day life to the best of her abilities

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE V2.0 ⸻ a hunter part of unicorn and of the rare anhausen class , penelope's family had been attacked by wanderers when she was younger and the weakness she felt towards being incapable of protecting them led her down the path of becoming a deepspace hunter .

HYPNOSIS MICROPHONE ⸻ stationed in japan during the beginning of the H age , she's witnessed numerous battles and now she can only hope peace is to com

guilty pleasure verses i want to write: guideverse, abo verse, apocalyptic verse, dungeons (think like solo leveling-esque idea) verse

#( verses. )

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headmate-ideas · 6 months ago

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🍄👁️🦋💚🪽🌼 for a headmate wit the same vibe as Alice in wonderland/weirdcore who likes computers and grass and relates to liminal spaces and is maybe daisygender (a xenogender that is related to daisies in some way)

🦋 HEADMATE TEMPLATE 🌼

✦ Name(s): Daisy, Alice, Flutter ✦ Pronouns: she/her, it/its, they/them, x/xs/xself, 🌼/🌼s/🌼self ✦ Species: daisy object head ✦ Age: 22 ✦ Role(s): trauma holder, symptom holder, sysregressor, naturalist, socializer ✦ Symptoms experienced: psychosis, dissociation, any others that apply ✦ Labels: gendervoid, aroace, queerplatonic, mspec, daisygender, xenogender ✦ Xenos: liminal spaces, fashion, the color green ✦ Interests/likes: children's books, psychology, card games ✦ Dislikes: being reality checked ✦ Music taste: dream pop, hyperpop, pop punk ✦ Aesthetic(s): weirdcore, dreamcore, webcore, 2020s emo ✦ Objectum attraction(s): computers ✦ Kins: butterflies, white rabbits, dodo birds ✦ Emoji proxy: 🦋🌼 ✦ Details:

Daisy is a daisy object head with butterfly wings and a tendency to dress in 2020s alternative fashion, particularly emo-based styles. She holds the system's trauma (especially childhood trauma) and their symptoms (especially dissociation, psychosis, or other unreality symptoms if applicable). While the trauma does distress them and they sometimes age regress out of stress (to whatever age of childhood was most stressful/traumatic for the system), they tend to enjoy the symptoms they experience, especially dissociation. Daisy loves both nature and technology and frequently engages with both. X likes going outside to parks, especially grassy areas. X also likes computers, especially older ones, and likes watching videos about their history and potentially working on web design. It is fond of social media and has less reservations about making new friends online than the rest of the system.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

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super-kristuff · 9 months ago

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Daily Doodle - Alternia

Felt compelled to try and make a Homestuck based Blood Crypt proxy, so here's that I guess. I tried to copy the Homestuck artstyle a bit? But also, I was super lazy, so the cloud and New York skyline are totally stolen from a web search. Since it's for a proxy, I kind of feel that's fine? Like, this is nothing more than a fun little art project, so who cares.

Enjoy!

#art #digital art #daily doodle #homestuck #mtg proxy

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fluidangel · 1 year ago

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ok since i've been sharing some piracy stuff i'll talk a bit about how my personal music streaming server is set up. the basic idea is: i either buy my music on bandcamp or download it on soulseek. all of my music is stored on an external hard drive connected to a donated laptop that's next to my house's internet router. this laptop is always on, and runs software that lets me access and stream my any song in my collection to my phone or to other computers. here's the detailed setup:

my home server is an old thinkpad laptop with a broken keyboard that was donated to me by a friend. it runs yunohost, a linux distribution that makes it simpler to reuse old computers as servers in this way: it gives you a nice control panel to install and manage all kinds of apps you might want to run on your home server, + it handles the security part by having a user login page & helping you install an https certificate with letsencrypt.

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to stream my music collection, i use navidrome. this software is available to install from the yunohost control panel, so it's straightforward to install. what it does is take a folder with all your music and lets you browse and stream it, either via its web interface or through a bunch of apps for android, ios, etc.. it uses the subsonic protocol, so any app that says it works with subsonic should work with navidrome too.

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to listen to my music on my phone, i use DSub. It's an app that connects to any server that follows the subsonic API, including navidrome. you just have to give it the address of your home server, and your username and password, and it fetches your music and allows you to stream it. as mentionned previously, there's a bunch of alternative apps for android, ios, etc. so go take a look and make your pick. i've personally also used and enjoyed substreamer in the past. here are screenshots of both:

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to listen to my music on my computer, i use tauon music box. i was a big fan of clementine music player years ago, but it got abandoned, and the replacement (strawberry music player) looks super dated now. tauon is very new to me, so i'm still figuring it out, but it connects to subsonic servers and it looks pretty so it's fitting the bill for me.

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to download new music onto my server, i use slskd which is a soulseek client made to run on a web server. soulseek is a peer-to-peer software that's found a niche with music lovers, so for anything you'd want to listen there's a good chance that someone on soulseek has the file and will share it with you. the official soulseek client is available from the website, but i'm using a different software that can run on my server and that i can access anywhere via a webpage, slskd. this way, anytime i want to add music to my collection, i can just go to my server's slskd page, download the files, and they directly go into the folder that's served by navidrome.

slskd does not have a yunohost package, so the trick to make it work on the server is to use yunohost's reverse proxy app, and point it to the http port of slskd 127.0.0.1:5030, with the path /slskd and with forced user authentification. then, run slskd on your server with the --url-base slskd, --no-auth (it breaks otherwise, so it's best to just use yunohost's user auth on the reverse proxy) and --no-https (which has no downsides since the https is given by the reverse proxy anyway)

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to keep my music collection organized, i use beets. this is a command line software that checks that all of the tags on your music are correct and puts the file in the correct folder (e.g. artist/album/01 trackname.mp3). it's a pretty complex program with a ton of features and settings, i like it to make sure i don't have two copies of the same album in different folders, and to automatically download the album art and the lyrics to most tracks, etc. i'm currently re-working my config file for beets, but i'd be happy to share if someone is interested.

that's my little system :) i hope it gives the inspiration to someone to ditch spotify for the new year and start having a personal mp3 collection of their own.

#spotify #music #streaming #yunohost #subsonic #soulseek

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