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Behold the main quartet!
First up, we have our protagonist, Luben.
Being a dual carnivore (a feared/respected status marker in a mixed-diet society), as well as having a rather convenient ability, has made her quite accustomed to getting her way. When she doesn’t get it, trouble is sure to follow, as she will go to great lengths to get what she wants. Otherwise, she is quite a laid-back individual with seemingly little to offer. Only time will tell if anything, or anyone, is capable of curbing her attitude problem.
Next, we have one of our deuteragonists, Meysha.
A rather kind and charming individual with a mischievous streak, although that charm, along with her short stature, cute appearance, and general ditziness have made it difficult for her to get people to take her seriously. Nobody really knows what her unique power is; even she isn’t quite sure herself. If she knows it, she sure can’t remember it. Luben has taken quite an interest in her as of late, and the attraction is certainly mutual. Whether this high risk has a high reward to offer is anyone’s guess.
Next up is Maslov!
Maslov is in an open relationship with Meysha. Though he may look scary, he’s actually a big anxious softie at heart. He’d do whatever it takes to protect those close to him, and he has his reservations in allowing someone like Luben so close to Meysha. But maybe, just maybe, he can make Luben think twice about doing anything unsavory on his watch. And hopefully they won’t always be butting heads.
And to finish off our group, we have Theizi.
A prosthetic manufacturer by trade, she may have gone a little overboard in creating her own augmentations (or perhaps it’s part of a marketing campaign). A rather witty woman with a unique past, and quite a complex history with our protagonist. There’s far more to Theizi than meets the eye, and with her and Luben’s interesting dynamic, her presence is sure to muddle an already complicated situation, for better or for worse.
Of course, the cast of The Fittest is vast, reaching far beyond these four. Questions are more than welcome!
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LUBEN (Lüben) - now LUBIN in POLAND.
#pocztówka#Lüben#litografia#kartka#Luben#post card#gruss aus#Pologne#polska#poland#Polonaise#Polonia#litho
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Ο Μητσοτάκης, το Luben και τα... ντολμαδάκια
Ο Μητσοτάκης, το Luben και τα… ντολμαδάκια
Σατυρική ανάρτηση για το «καλάθι του νοικοκυριού» έκανε το Luben, με τον Κυριάκο Μητσοτάκη να είναι ανάμεσα στους χρήστες που τη σχολίασαν και σήμερα να επανέρχεται εκθειάζοντας το σατυρικού περιεχομένου Μέσο.
Σε ανάρτηση στο Instagram, το Luben παρουσίαζε το καλάθι που απαιτείται για κάθε περίσταση και τα προϊόντα που πρέπει να περιλαμβάνονται αντίστοιχα σε αυτό.
Διαβάστε επίσης: Οι…
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i want to live.
jonathan safran foer, extremely loud and incredibly close || sylvia plath, the bell jar || robert frost, the road not taken || t.s. eliot, the love song of j. alfred prufrock || everything everywhere all at once || doc luben, love letters or suicide notes || wikipedia || john greenleaf whittier || hamilton: the musical, who lives who dies who tells your story || mary oliver, the summer day || carlos ramirez, the fig tree
#web weaving#my weavings#on life#on choices#jonathan safran foer#sylvia plath#robert frost#t s eliot#everything everywhere all at once#doc luben#counterfactual thinking#john greenleaf whittier#hamilton#mary oliver#carlos ramirez
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How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?
~Doc Luben
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I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
[ love, wikipedia // falling, clare elsaesser // the kindly ones, neil gaiman // peace, taylor swift // capsized, clare elsaesser // 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, doc luben // end of the world, clare elsaesser // oh distant you, wilbur soot // motherthing, ainslie hogarth ]
#web weave#web weaving#poetry#love#love as burden love as apology love as hope#i would like to disclaim these are my fears not my feelings#doc luben#clare elsaesser#taylor swift
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#poetry#all the things im not#doc luben#14 lines from love letters or suicide notes#charles bukowski#mahmoud darwish#f. scott fitzgerald#sally rooney#conversations with friends#ryan o'connell#david wojnarowicz#a memoir of disintegration#sylvia plath#three women#mieko kawakami#heaven#hanif abdurraqib#a fortune for your disaster
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"like a wild animal gnawing off a leg to escape the jaws of a trap, i force myself to find new places to call home. inescapable choices to deal with inescapable tragedies. i just worry that i only have so many legs to stand on, and one day i'll fall and hit the basement of loneliness."
what is the nature of sacrifice?
fake out - fall out boy // atonement (2007) // the year in ugliness by arabelle sicardi // 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes by doc luben // crazy rich asians (2018) // the perks of being a wallflower (2012) // symphony no. 2 in c minor, or the resurrection symphony - gustav mahler // myself
#musings about intense convos with friends#thinking today about all that i had to give up or leave in pursuit of actually being happy#not just people and places but also ideas about myself and the world#fall out boy#atonement#arabelle sicardi#doc luben#crazy rich asians#the perks of being a wallflower#gustav mahler#webweaving#compilation#parallels#idk folks notes app poetry made itself into a post again
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My personal collection of unhinged poetry memes
#poetry#unhinged memes#richard siken#crush quotes#14 lines from love letters or suicide notes#doc luben#I’m sorry I am gatreful
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– Doc Luben, "Love Letters or Suicide Notes"
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Don’t mind me, just making a blog for my superpowered technicolor hybrid furries. No biggie, just sliding this in here
The Fittest is an extraordinary place, where fuzzy, scaly, and feathered things, known broadly as ambigens, coexist happily... or, as the case may be, rather unhappily. In a land where unique abilities and primal instincts are left virtually unchecked, violence and strife run rampant. Some may survive intact, though whether physically or mentally, no one is to say. Some, though... may not. Only the fittest by chance can thrive in such a world, for better, or for worse.
Though thousands upon millions of denizens call this warped version of Earth their home, our story largely focuses on Lubenica, a Soralian ambigen who has the unique ability to obtain anything she desires through the potent power of suggestion. Anything she wishes, she can bend her peers to her will so she can achieve it, through eye contact and honeyed words alone. But, as one may learn, what one wants and what one needs are two very different things. As she meets all sorts of interesting characters, will she grow to welcome them as equals, or will she remain on her path of mutually assured self-destruction?
Although Luben is the focus of the tale, this blog is most definitely not! Worldbuiding, artwork, character concepts, social structure, and character studies are abound on this blog! Anything you wish to know, ask and ye shall receive! All the lore and backstory your heart desires!
Now come. Come interact with the pastel furries
(Close-up of the blog icon below the cut, but beware of eyestrain)
#the fittest#ambigen#luben#meysha#maslov#theizi#soralian#y'all familiar with jayrockin and rtts? this is kinda a similar idea blog-function-wise#please pester me for lore i have so many wacky ocs#eyestrain
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Luben - Germany
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14 Lines From Love Letters Or Suicide Notes - Doc Luben
one. don't freak out.
two. we both know this has been coming for a long time.
three. i've been staying awake at night, wondering if i should tell you.
four. i bought the kind of crackers you can eat. they are in the hall cupboard.
five. now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, i do not know what else to do next.
six. i always imagined this would happen without warning, and like suddenly on an ocean cliffside. but this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever.
seven. i've just been too afraid for too long.
eight. i came home on tuesday and found all of the chairs i own stacked in a tower in the kitchen. i don't know how long they have been like that, but it could only have been me who did it. it's the kind of thing a ghost might to to prove to the living that he is still there. i am haunting my own apartment.
nine. my grandmother was still alive when i was five years old and asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet. so i pressed my hand against it, and it was red and screaming for hours. twenty-five years later, she would still sometimes apologize, in the middle of conversations, "i feel so bad about making you touch the iron," she'd say as though it had just happened. i can't imagine how we forvive ourselves for all the things we didn't say until it was too late. but how else to you tell if something is hot but to touch it?
ten. i keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.
eleven. i wonder how many likes this will get on facebook.
twelve. my dad used to tell same joke, but i can't remember the punchline.
thirteen. i was eight years old, and it took three weeks, three eight year old weeks, imagine, to gather everything i would need to be batman. rope. boomerangs. a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. i couldn't find a cave near my house, so i buried them in a bundle under the ivy. for years after, i tried to find that spot again. the ivy grew too fast. i searched in so many spots, it seemed impossible that i had missed one, but i never found it. how can something be there and then not be there? how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?
fourteen. i never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. i wanted them, but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. i bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. i knew that you would like them.
#here's one of my favorite poems before i share my own#doc luben#14 lines from love letters or suicide notes#poems#poem#poetry
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14 lines from Love Letters or suicide notes.
(by David "Doc" Luben)
One. Don't freak out .
Two. We both know this has been coming for a long time.
Three. I've been staying awake at night, wondering if I should tell you.
Four. I bought the kind of crackers you can eat, they are in the hall cupboard.
Five. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.
Six. I always imagine this would happen without warning and like suddenly on an ocean cliff side... But this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right, would just mean waiting forever.
Seven. I've just been too afraid for too long.
Eight. I came home on Tuesday and found all of the chairs I owned stacked in a tower in the center of my kitchen... I don't know how long they have been like that, but it can only be me that did it... It's the kind of thing a ghost would do to prove to the living that he is still there... I am haunting my own apartment.
Nine. My grandmother was still alive when I was five years old and she asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet. So I pressed my hand against it and it was Red and screaming for hours... Twenty-five years later and she would still sometimes apologize, in the middle of conversations, "I feel so bad about making you touch the iron" she'd say, as tough it had just happened... I cannot imagine how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn't say until it was too late... But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?.
Ten. I keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.
Eleven. I wonder how many likes this will get on Facebook.
Twelve. My dad always used to tell me the same joke, but I can't remember the punchline.
Thirteen. I was eight years old and it took three weeks, three eight-year-old-weeks, imagine! To gather everything that I would need to be batman. Rope. Boomerangs. A Mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn't find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy... For years after, I tried to find that spot again.The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots it seemed impossible that I had missed one, but I never found it.... How can something be there and then not be there?... How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?.
Fourteen. I never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.
#button poetry#slam poetry#love letters#spoken poetry#suicide notes#world poetry slam#doc luben#love#art#poetry
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"How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?"
Doc Luben, 14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes
#doc luben#14 lines from love letters or suicide notes#poetry#poem#slam poetry#spoken poetry#spilled words#spilled thoughts#spilled poetry#spilled ink#spilled writing#dark academia poem#dark academia quote#dark academia poetry#dark academia writing#dark academia#tw suicide
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on who we thought we shouldve been
Florist, "Vacation" // Doc Luben, "14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes" // Donna Tartt, "The Secret History" // Warsan Shire, "To Swim with God"
#webweaving#florist#doc luben#donna tartt#warsan shire#releasing this from my cave. the hoard.#it doesnt have to be perfect it just has to be finished it doesnt have to be perfect-#anyway.#i dont know how to be what i wanted to be when i was 5
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