you know cancel culture is fake bc if it wasnt ask.aa woulda been guillotined by now
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i hate not being friends with people anymore because YES i don’t think you should commission this person because they’re a cunt but also i literally paid them for a commission i never got once, so like, from a business standpoint also
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my personal favorite part of the Zine Drama is the fact that the head mod didnt verify the integrity of the zines when they arrived. because paying for the reprint. probably put a significant dent in the bottom line re: ACTUALLY HONEST TO GOD GETTING AWAY WITH THE MONEY
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i thinnnnnnk were in the same timezone and its midnight here so merry birthmas!!!!!! 🎂 🥳 🎉
THANKS MICHI I LOVE U MERRY CHRISTMAS
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Back At You Motherfucker. 4, 20, 69
4 - Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits
c; don't die before me
Okay so I have this Silt Verses oc called Xavier, and she's insane- her parents were god hunters, and naturally this fucked her up for life, and forced her to choose a different career path. She's an adherent of The Cloak, which is (ostensibly) the god of cops, but is mostly just a propaganda figure so that the force doesn't *actually* have to partner up their individuals. However, because Xavier is how she is, believing that some day the entire worship system will collapse and there will be one god to rule them all with humanity in the running, she eventually turns up some kind of mangy stray god shaped like a coat. She keeps "The Cloak", and its miracle is one of negation: the miracle of nothing happening. It's her favorite joke, that the god of justice went hungry because cops fucking suck, and often she'll goad the Cloak into eating smaller gods because the struggle is thrilling. In a world where you don't get to choose what eats you, she wears a coat with teeth. Also, Parker is her partner who's tried to kill her a whole bunch (long story that's actually a short story: they're assholes) and the Cloak ultimately bit his damn hand off. It keeps that inside itself and when Parker wears the Cloak the hand reattaches really badly at the end of the sleeve, it's super funny. It picked up Xavier's sense of humor :)
+ rp; thrice is enemy action
double combo, the "I want another one of these blonde any pronoun bitches" option, Jazz Cross. Cross is a character I play in a campaign called Pilot, which is a subset of the Metrocity setting run by my friend Q. Metrocity is a supernatural Truman-show style setup, where in the present day, everything is kept running fit for TV. Pilot, however, occurs during the test run of Metrocity a few decades ago. Cross sold themself into being a Metrocity guinea pig to avoid being captured and killed in police custody... and was made into a main character of a cop serial show, along with the serial killer Morel Carter, who has a brain made of lead and is still up to his old shit. Cross, however, is pretty susceptible to the brain-melting that turns out to be the screams of captive gods bent to Metrocity's will, so his rewritten personality is a lot softer than it was in the past, but he retains his opinion that every situation has rules to follow, and anything with rules is ruthlessly winnable. Anyway, Cross is aligned with "The Hat Man", who is actually a god called The Observed, and LOVES to pull them into the goddamn meat dimension and make them do resident evil ass puzzles to communicate with them. Cross takes care of its dog when it's busy, like right now because we fucked up and got the Hat Man captured, and because Metrocity is moving into its next phase, Cross' fiancee is about to break up with him. It's gonna break him into MOTW multiclassing! This is just how we're living. :)
20 - Creature Comfort by Arcade Fire
rp; strata radio
Okay this one is on a setting playlist. The setting is Strata, which I run for two players. They are workers in the lowest office of a place called Terminus, which is the shittiest of the Fabricated Cities-- essentially, getting un-promoted from here is getting kicked out of the company entirely, so the whole office building is full of crazy bitches and fuckups. Unfortunately, because this is a capitalist dystopia, god help you there, we're all crazy fuckups. Struggling to stay employed and make enough money to eat in Terminus, where you can look up and see the rich dwellings of those who maintain this status quo, is a sisyphean pain in the ass, until one of these identical days, when an overturned boat appears in the middle of the street. The man on top of it claims that the world will end tomorrow.
Tomorrow, the city starts flooding with garbage. Higher, and higher, and higher. Apocalypse now, baby. This ocean demands blood to recede, and as people who live in the lowest parts of the city, this sounds like a you problem.
69 - Weights by Everything Everything
rp; can i ask you a question?
This one belongs to Carlos Flores. This they/he is my character in a campaign called Bureau of Esoteric Affairs, which is the organization that essentially kidnapped them after they accidentally started checking documents out of their digital archive assuming they were novels. He misses being a librarian so bad, dude, now he has to go do all this Men In Black nonsense and for what?? Anyway. Carlos has a bad habit of asking too many questions. He knows how to navigate social situations in theory but not practice, and if his partner (Flint N. Steele) wasn't even weirder than him, Carlos would probably have flown off the rails by now. They hate loose ends, and make situations worse trying to solve them fully sometimes. He has a type of clairvoyance where, once he picks a divergent point, he can see exactly what could have been for as far as he can chase the rabbit... which he was previously using to write really detailed fanfictions about these novels no one else had ever heard of. It's a bit harder to do intentionally, much less project into an uncertain future, but "having magic" is really new to them so they're still trying to figure out the logistics, which feeds back into their favorite activity of asking one billion dumbshit questions. This isn't helped by the fact that he ran straight into the lovecraftian horrors and now they're watching him.
Anyways Carlos really truly cares for everyone he meets and thinks everyone here is fucking insane for not burning this building down and doing something normal instead... which he is open about expecting to happen very soon. That is totally going to happen. They also got jealous of all the office pets and adopted a main coone named Salt for themself. Also, they're in love with the war criminal that the BEA is keeping in the basement and goes down there all the fucking time to shoot the shit and play board games with him. I think the narrative parallels are really tasty and as far as it's up to me? They're gonna fuck that old man, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Sorry I'm like this! Thank you for playing 💖
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