Helix - my TFP OC who’s my main bitch and easily the oldest here. I love her sosososo much and so does Starscream (my deviantART is full of old art of her)
Beeper - my other TFP OC who’s basically me but is her own gal she’s a huge gooball. Love collecting ITEMS!!! Very autistic and fluffy
Melvala - Skyrim OC, imperial museum curator and knowledge seeker
Melva - Fallout New Vegas OC, mailman turned wasteland sharpshooting being of mayhem
Avery - Fallout 4 OC, made her when it didn’t feel right playing as Melva considering the storyline. Avery’s kind of a weird outcast who finds she actually fits in better in the new world she awoke to
Astrid - Pokemon OC who’s the main character of every game I play. She’s a secretive pokemon caretaker and vigilante turned Arceus’s dedicated pokemon researcher! She WILL catch ‘em all.
Dew Claw - MLP sona who I’m finally satisfied with. A weird pony-catlike thing that came from the woods one day and is here to be weird
Guppy - DnD sona who’s a rootin tootin cowboy gunslinger goblin who’s as chaotic as the come and is always after that shiny thing
Valhiri - teifling based on the way I play video games. She’s a heavy weapons weilding badass who likes meat
Hyperia - She Ra OC who’s a weird outcast with thermal energy based powers
The trick is to not let people know how really weird you are until it’s too late for them to back out.
Absolutely the frak not, the trick is to immediately let people know how weird you are so you scare off the weak ones. The ones who stay because they like how weird you are? Those are the ones you want.
“it’s going to be so bad” what if it’s not. what if it’s the best Beatles song of all time. what if AI was better than the Beatles
old man FIGHT????
The headline is misleading y'all. What Paul means is that with the “Get Back” docuseries, the computer has been able to isolate vocals and background noise and instruments, and that’s what they’re going to use for this song, because John’s voice was so entangled with the music that they couldn’t do it before but now they can.
Oh. Interesting. I love misinformation. I’m choosing to believe Paul is trying to revive John via AI program like that Black Mirror episode and Ringo is the only thing standing in his way.
Folks: you CANNOT censor trigger tags. When you block a tag, it doesn’t block other “spellings” of it. Writing it as “r@pe” or “r4p3” means that someone who has “tw rape” as a blocked tag will still see that post because you didn’t wanna say the word rape. You are hurting people. Do not censor words, because people do not have those filtered out.
And honestly if you can’t even write the word rape to protect other people then you probably aren’t old/mature enough to be on this website.
“Be sure to shake it!” the bubble tea barista tells me but I don’t. I won’t. Why would I? “It mixes the sugar” maybe you want that. Maybe YOU do. To be drinking some homogenous concoction. Uniformly distributed. Each sip the same as the last. Just as sweet. Just as sweet. Just as sweet. All pointless flat indulgence. No personality. No humanity. A time-loop of your own devising, bereft of experience, sanitized of risk.
I want my first sip to be teeth-curdlingly sweet. I want the next to be horribly disappointing. I want to hunt. I want to jab my straw into pockets of substance like my ancestors stirring twigs into a bug colony. I want to raise the straw to different depths and feel something. The ocean is so far but I know what it means to rise from its syrupy dark depths into the still waters above.
I want all boba. I want no boba. I want to scoop the bubbles with my straw when the ice-rocks have been washed dry by the tide. “Be sure to shake it.” Never. I want to experience every human emotion in this cup of tea. I am not a coward. I am not a sheep. My tea is still enough for pond-skaters to glide. It will not shake. Live your repetitive nothing. Live in fear of the unknown. Live your fear of change. I am choking on a boba.
