#ooc as lard

[trolloled]

If people want to do anything with Steve-Stuff, I'm open to that as well. It's not a Locked In Plot where certain things are required to happen, and obviously I wouldn't kill or maim a character without permission, but similar to the Call of Cthulu tabletop, the more you investigate the worse off the character will be.

#ooc as lard #text post terror

[devouring-hive]

Meanwhile in the beeosphere, a new comm

#[ooc] #[writer: yuki] #[meomai] #my darling my wife the lard of my life #this piece was started the same day it was finished and im wilding

[cloudbattrolls]

Shattered

This is the beginning of the plot More to Lose, and followed by Picking Up The Pieces.

What’s happened has already happened. There is no changing it. 

You know how Ullane Wistim is. She will martyr herself on her own spear every time. 

Considering what she did, perhaps she deserves it. 

–

Here lies the city of Block 136: Crown Clinic’s second home, after the first facility was destroyed during a conflict with a gang. 

Crown Clinic itself was once owned by QPIN, that galaxy-spanning corporate entity that is run and maintained by trolls with very large guns in very nice suits.

Ullane Wistim once worked for them, after being approached and recruited at the age of nine sweeps, right before conscription would have struck. She took the offer, for QPIN does not discriminate by caste; she could be a full medic there, and expand her knowledge of biotechnology.

She rose in their ranks, going from maintaining their helms and fixing their wounds to returning to Alternia for two purposes.

Assigned to monitoring and maintaining her employers’ interests, in return she was finally able to fulfill her dream of opening a clinic specifically catered toward handling lowblood medical needs at reasonable costs.

Of course, she was also expected to quietly develop and research weapons for employers, using the clinic’s legitimate medical services as a cover. 

QPIN has as few friends in the criminal world as they do among the empire; those who deal with them usually only do so out of necessity.

Their enemies are numerous, several bearing the ravages of having their bodies warped and blistered by the things miss Wistim and her employees have made.

Though the clinic has become fully legitimate and ceased its weapons development, owned instead by Chimer Latrai for the better part of a sweep now, those hurt in the past have not forgotten what was done to them. 

Revenge, they say, is a dish best served cold. 

–

SOME TIME PRIOR

Many nights at Crown Clinic are, if not the same, then similar in their frantic bursts of activity followed by quiet and intent concentration; patients come in, patients leave, medicullers decide who to cull and who to save - though only the very worst off are given the former fate. 

The staff all avoid the strange mannequins that populate the place and warn patients to do the same.

A maroon drags a blueblood in, the latter unconscious and near death.  

Help is dispatched. Friday Lovely is called for assistance.

She is the creator of the clinic’s nanotech, a specialized tool based from the extremely efficient repair capabilities of her own cells; for Friday’s psiionics allow her to view and control part of the electromagnetic spectrum, including radioactivity. 

Her body has adjusted so that her own powers do not kill her. She has utilized this capability to synthesize nanites that target the DNA itself to repair nearly damage possible to a troll’s body. 

She also cannot be everywhere, all the time. There are other patients that night, as there always are, on a planet so full of injury and the myriad illnesses of all troll castes.

So it is left with the nurses on duty to administer the nanites, to tend to Calcit Interg, as the blueblood is called.

Roughly half an hour later, Calcit is dead.

Dead, it seems, from the very nanites that were supposed to save his life. 

Ripped apart from the inside, his organs and even bones shredded, his life amounting to a blue stain on his hospital bed, dripping slowly onto the floor.

Phone calls are made. Paperwork is filed. It is not the first time the clinic has lost a patient, of course.

But it is the only known case of its nanotech killing a troll it was supposed to save.

Though the killing weapon is Friday Lovely’s invention, it is the clinic’s tool as a whole.

Ullane Wistim, of course, shields her employee and assumes full responsibility. 

She begins to investigate amidst suspicion and strife.

For she knows, as surely as she knows her own caste, that if she cannot figure out why this happened and prove it was not the clinic’s doing, she will die. Culled as punishment for supposed irresponsibility.

Even if by some miracle she lives, she will never be allowed to practice medicine again, after a highblood died in her own hospital.

Crown Clinic will slip from her grasp, no matter what happens.

All she can do is try to hunt down the truth.

–

Has she not had enough taken from her? You might ask.

Her old friends. Her quadrants. Her own purity of mind, after being possessed by a horrorterror.

I can’t say. I am not an arbiter.

I am a witness.

#more to lose #ullane wistim #priori poster #cloud writes #and with that Ullane is officially unavailable until the plot ends! #both ic and ooc. she is not answering asks. priori is tho #finally the beginning of what I've collabed on with Lard since. August lmfao #I still have to finish it even but we're close.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Perfection

Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol

Description: A passing comment makes you feel terrible about yourself. Fyodor and Nikolai disagree.

Set between Surprise and Sick Day

Warning: OOC. Body Insecurity. Hateful thinking during eating. Rude comments. Reader have hateful thoughts about themselves. English is my second language.

_______

You were in one of the many fast food restaurants in your city. Today you have a movie night and need some snacks for that. You were waiting in line for your turn to make order. Meanwhile, you read the menu once again. Maybe, something new was added.

Movie night was time full of unhealthy food and different movies, starting with classic films and ending up with any trashy movie you could find.

Today you were going to watch a bunch of Halloween movies. "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" and "Ghostbusters" with everyone. And, after kids go to bed, you will watch "Bram Stoker's Dracula" just to hear Bram's comments about vampires and "Nightmare on Elm Street".

You knew, that tonight's going to be fun.

"Hello, how may I help you?" asked the cashier. They looked a little bit interested in everything, that happened around. You smile.

"Hello. I will have seven big buckets of fried wings and five big french fries. Thank you."

You took money from your pocket and put them on the counter. You knew, how much you need to pay, it wasn't the first time you made the order.

Cashier's eyes widen. He looked at you from head to toes. He mumbles.

"I-It will be ready in a few minutes..."

The cashier disappeared behind the kitchen's door. You start waiting. You decide to have a better look at some pictures, that were on the wall.

While you were looking at them, you heard hashed voices coming from the kitchen.

"What? Seven buckets of fried wings and five big french fries? Won't they burst?" said an unfamiliar voice.

"They immediately took the right amount of money from their pocket. It looks like this is not the first time they have made this order. It's quite obvious, really. Just look at their... cheeks... hands... stomach... Look at their everything!" The cashier from earlier answered.

You saw his reflection in the window. He was pointing at you and making some gestures in the air. Like he was trying to draw a sphere in the air.

You became still. You tried to tell yourself, that their opinion shouldn't matter, that they just bored and thought that you were an easy target.

"They looked like a balloon. A barrel with lard!"

You grit your teeth. Will you two stop and give me my order?

Finally, they became bored and returned to the kitchen. In a few moments, you finally got your order.

You glare at the cashier, but didn't say anything. Soon you will be home, having a good time with your friends.

You stomped away from the restaurant, holding bags with food in your hands. For one moment, you saw your reflection in the restaurant's window.

Your... cheeks do look chubbier.... And arms...

You hurry to the car. Kunikida was waiting for you.

You put bags on the back sit and sat on the front passenger seat.

You were silent on your way home.

You were staring at your reflection in the car window.

Were your cheeks always that chubby?

________

This evening was too cold for a summer evening.

So you decide to put on your jacket.

New jacket... That just month weeks ago was big to you.

New jacket, that now you could hardly put on you.

Small... It was small for you.

You decide, that you aren't that cold.

_________

The table in the living room were full of junk food.

Popcorn, nachos, tacos, chips, fried wings, french fries and soda drinks.

So tasty... So unhealthy...

...so much food, that will make you fatter...

The movie was on...

And each snack you ate felt like a rock in your stomach...

_________

After movie night was over, you locked yourself in your bedroom.

You take a better look at yourself in the mirror.

You have gained weight.

It was impossible, not to do it, while living with BSD Cast. Ivan was a good baker, Junchirou's cooking was amazing, Kenji could fry a steak better, than in any fancy restaurant, Kyouka's cooking make you want seconds, and it was impossible to say 'no' to food, that was cooked by Fyodor and Nikolai.

And how you can refuse to share snacks with Ranpo, or not have a tea party with Kirako and Naomi?

You decide to lose some weight... Do more exercises, then usual.

And ate less...

________

You manage to skip breakfast.

You just said that you were too tired and want to sleep some more.

They didn't ask you any questions.

You manage to skip lunch.

You pretend to be sleeping. Still.

You were forced to have dinner.

You couldn't sleep all day.

You are dinner with everyone. For dinner, you had mushed potatoes and pork.

You ate some mushed potatoes...

...your hips will be even wider...

You ate some pork..

... your stomach soon will look like you swallowed a globe...

You were smiling and talking with Atsushi, discussing last news...

And ate... Ate... Ate...

...they were right, you are a barrel with lard...

It takes your everything not to make yourself vomit after the dinner. If you didn't lose weight...

... soon they will leave a fat ball like you...

Everything is going to be okay... More exercises and less food... It will help...

________

For one week, you were trying to lose weight.

You train with Hunting Dogs even harder than before.

You didn't notice worried glances, that Teruko and Fukuchi cast at you. You didn't notice Jounou's attempts to make you rest. You didn't notice Tachihara's and Tetchou's hesitation, while they were exercising with you.

You didn't notice, that you looked less and less healthy.

_________

For one week, you skipped meals.

You find any excuse you could. Any reason you could find.

"I am not hungry" "Sorry, I need to finish something for my university" "I need to be somewhere right now, will have dinner in the city."

You choose to ignore worried glances.

You didn't manage to skip meals completely. You ate some fruits and vegetables every day. Not enough for a real meal.

You refused to have snacks with Ranpo. You choose to ignore, how hurt he looked, while hearing your 'no' for the third time in a week.

You refused to drink tea with Kirako and Naomi. You choose to ignore their questions, if they did something wrong.

You ignored, that you became more and more weaker.

______

You were banned from going to the training area. Something about you needing some rest and stop overworking yourself.

You could protest, but Gide and Verlaine, who were guiding the entrance to the training area, didn't look even slightly interested in hearing your arguments.

You couldn't do anything, so you return home.

And you immediately were greeted by Nikolai and Fyodor. Kolya grinned.

"Hey, [Y/N], let's have some lunch! I made pampushky¹ and Fedya made borscht! You will like it!"

Borscht and pampushky...

... even more fat...

... what if, back in May, Fyodor only asked to cuddle with you, because you were fat and warm, and he was cold?...

You lick your lips and mumbles.

"I can't... I must go to the library... In university library..."

Fyodor and Nikolai stared at each other.

Fyodor spoke. His voice was soft.

"Myshonok... Today is Sunday."

You close your eyes. What reason... Any reason...

You opened your mouth, trying to say something else, when a small bun was carefully shoved into your mouth.

"Here, Birdy, try it.... Please, just eat something..." Nikolai's voice sounded pleading.

You want to spit it out. But you had no other choice, but chew.

Fat pig... Hideous creature... You can't even hold yourself together...

You swallowed.

Before you can say something else, a spoon was put into your mouth.

Borscht... Warm soup... With meat and cabbage...

And sour cream...

"Myshonok, you need to eat. Stop starving yourself." Fyodor's voice was firm.

You will gain more weight... Even more clothes won't fit you...

You swallowed.

You looked at Nikolai and Fyodor. Both of them looked happy, that you ate at least one pampushka and one spoon of borscht.

And you despised yourself.

Nikolai took a step closer to you. He put his hands on your shoulders.

"Was it good? I sure, it was. I will bring another one... Oh, and a bowl of Fyodor's borscht! Just let me..."

You didn't know, what made you do this, but you were so close to screaming at Nikolai for giving you bread. You want to hurt Fyodor for forcing you to eat soup with sour cream.

hurt them hurt them them them make them pay say that you hate Them say that you hate them hurt them HURT YOURSELF

SAY THAT YOU HATE THEM

You open your mouth...

...hate them for what? For being your friends? For sticking around? For spending time with you? For worrying about you?...

...When was the last time you ate? Have a full meal and not a piece of apple? When was the last time you spent time with others? Were you even talking to Hunting Dogs while training? Did you say 'hello' to them...

You let out a quiet sob.

And immediately were pressed against Fyodor's chest. He draped his coat over you.

"Коля, я сейчас пойду и поговорю с Мышонком. Пора докопаться до правды. Сможешь сделать так, чтобы нас не побеспокоили?²" Fyodor's voice was calm. His grip was strong. You heard Nikolai's voice.

"Я це зроблю. Вас ніхто не потурбує.³" He sounds... worried. He stepped closer to Fyodor and lift the coat.

"Please... I miss you..."

He softly rubbed his cheek against yours and stepped away.

Fyodor's coat were once again draped over you.

You didn't resist, when Fyodor start leading you somewhere.

_____

The door closes behind you.

Fyodor removed his coat.

Both of you were in your room.

Your breathing was hard.

Fyodor was just standing here. Looking at you.

He spoke first.

"Myshonok, what's going on? You haven't eaten for one week, you hardly talk to anyone. We are worried about you."

You didn't answer. You were just swallowing tears, that were running down your cheeks.

You feel Fyodor's breath on your ear.

"[Y/N], please, talk to me."

You finally found your voice.

You told him about cashiers. About your sweater. About your insecurities. About hating yourself for eating food. About wanting to hurt Kolya and him just moments ago.

When you finish talking, only your sobs were heard.

Fyodor carefully squeezed your shoulders.

"[Y/N], everything about you is perfect. You are perfect, both inside and outside."

Your eyes met with Fyodor's purple eyes. They were so soft, so full of hidden affection. His hands cupped your cheeks.

"You aren't disgusting. You should not change because of some random person comments. And you only hurt yourself. You were almost starving all this week, you stopped talking to any of us. You try to make as many exercises as Tetchou normally do!"

Fyodor put his face closer to yours.

"Please, don't hurt yourself. If you feel down, just came to any of us. We all love you and want you to be happy. And for me..."

He kissed your cheek.

"For me, you are nothing less, than a perfection."

His eyes were so warm. You sobbed and hide your face in his chest.

He was warm. His embrace was everything you need right now.

"I... I..." you can't form a full sentence. Fyodor whispered, petting your head.

"Shhh... It's okay... It's okay... It will be okay..."

Fyodor took a step back, without breaking the embrace. He opened the door. You hear footsteps.

Now you were hugged by Fyodor and Nikolai at the same time.

Now you were sure, that everything is going to be fine.

_______

After you calm down, Fyodor, Nikolai and you had lunch together. It's not only was tasty, but very filling.

Then you three had a movie marathon. You were nested between Fyodor and Nikolai. A large bowl of popcorn with butter, salt and caramel was placed on your lap. It was tasty.

You had dinner with everyone. They were so happy, seeing you again. You felt, how the rest of your worries and sadness disappeared.

But, the last of bit of your sadness truly disappeared, when you were laying on your bed, in a middle of Fyodor and Nikolai cuddle sandwich. Your head were laying on Nikolai's chest. Fyodor's face were pressed against the back of your head.

Before drifting to sleep, you feel, how Fyodor kissed you on the back of your neck.

And whispered.

"Ты само совершенство, [Т/И].⁴"

______

1. Pampushky - a small savory or sweet yeast-raised bun or doughnut typical for Ukrainian cuisine.

2. Russian. "Kolya, I’ll go and talk to Baby mouse. It's time to get to the bottom of this. Can you make sure we won't be disturbed?

3. Ukrainian. "I will do it. No one will bother you."

4. Russian. "You are a true perfection, [Y/N]."

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bsd dostoevsky #dostoevsky x reader #Self Aware Fyodor Dostoevsky #nikolai gogol x reader #gogol x reader #bsd nikolai gogol #bungou stray dogs gogol #bsd gogol #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader #Self Aware Nikolai Gogol

[homocidal-invader]

..........Apparently the askblog community absolutely exploded.

Ongoing collaboration between, like, 50 askblogs. 43 currently. Will be updated as more people add stuff to it. If you have an askblog and want to be on the chart DM me!

All the blogs + artists linked under the readmore!!!

Professor Membrane from @the-best-invader Artist: @quonit / @homocidal-invader

Tallest Red and Purple from @powerfulsexy-almighty-tallest Artist: @wannabecrypt-id

Dib from @fallen-star-agency Artist: @itsthenars

Tallest Tenn from @tallesttenn Artist: Same as owner

Zim and Dib from @the-galactic-hunters Artist: @lythecreatorart

Birb from @toxic-excess Artist: Same as owner

Dib from @z0mbeezbranez Artist: @spanglespants

Zib from @z-ib Artist: @rk8con

Moth from @mothofnowhere Artist: @pixieluver

Keef fr@beefykeef Artist: @itsthenars

Dib from @agntm0thman Artist: @koiysin

Irken Dib from @irken-dib Artist: Same as owner

Dib from @para-n0rmativity Artist: @pixieluver

Dib from @kneltnotbowed Artist: @azura-levidre

Dib from @its-dib-beast Artist: @its-dib-beast-ooc

Sorbet from @subject257 Artist: @itsthenars

Dib from @diblovesmothman Artist: @snugglecat453

Zim from @irksnumberone Artist: @bananazim / @aperfecttimeforscreaming

Keef from @keef-denivar Artist: @definitelynotan-alien

Gaz from @player-membrane Artist: Owner’s Instagram

Gaz from @lordvoxelrot Artist: @rk8con. Also can someone tell us what the flag on her switch is? he won’t. It’s not genderfluid.

Chammy/Poonchy(?) from @skool-kidz Artist: @strawberryxfieldz

Zim from @the-best-invader / Dib from @saves-from-stars Artist: @quonit / @homocidal-invader

Zib from @space-roach0 Artist: Owners Instagram + @quonit / @homocidal-invader​ 

Lard Narr from @resistysupportline Artist: @verm1c1de

Tak from @invader-t4k Artist: @strawberryxfieldz

Tak from @revengineer-tak Artist: @itsthenars

Keef from @keef-blog Artist: @butter1knife

Gaz from @glows-n-shards Artist: @quonit / @homocidal-invader​

Irken Gaz from @irken-gaz Artist: Same as owner

Zim, Gir, Minimoose and Computer from @we-gonna-sing-the-doom-song Artist: @doodlecam

Zim from @ukagaka-zim Artist: @azura-levidre

Zes from @explosions-and-chill Artist: @esthyradler

Zim from @200-2im Artist: @lambinrats

Gir from @gir-taqitooo Artist: @lowflyingflanicattack

Zim from @time-loopzim Artist: @warmuffin

Tak from @unstabletak Artist: Same as owner

Gir from @girthepuppy Artist: @cozmo-star

Gir and Minimoose from @the-best-invader Artist: @quonit / @homocidal-invader​

MOTH from @z-ib / @m-o-t-h-blog Artist: @rk8con

Bartender from @honk--man Artist: @honk-man

#Invader Zim #Zim Irken #Dib Membrane #Zib Membrane #Almighty Tallest #Tallest Red #Tallest Purple #Professor Membrane #Tenn Irken #Invader Zim OC #Gaz Membrane #Invader Zim Species Swap #Gir #Minimoose #Lard Narr #Chammy Wamboo #Tak Irken #Just naming characters man #quo's art #quo's colors #because my art is on it

[gotta-resisty]

OOC: Resisty Weekly News

This Week: Some more trauma

Agent Discord, @the-cooler-gaz , and Tyr/Purple were kidnapped by an Irken general and held captive. @agnt-of-chaos , Dib; Agent Overlord, @resisty-zim ; Agent P, @resisty-tak ; and @resisty-agent-fox , Sarshe, all went to rescue them.

@agents-pinkies , Skoodge/Artichoke, was also on the planet.

Gaz was rescued and taken to HQ safely, where it was discovered she was pregnant.

Dib got impaled by a PAK leg and had to spend a week hooked up in a tank to stay alive, which stressed both him and Zim out a lot.

Artichoke had a type of PAK malfunction triggered by Gaz and he seemed to forget everything about who he was, and he tried to contact Zim. That didn't go over well.

Membrane also visited Dib while he was recovering, and on the orders of @commandor-lard-nar, a resisty member named @t-am-i stuck around to help Zim and Dib with their kids while Dib recovered.

Zim also had his analgesics replaced again with help from @sk-00-dge and @ukagaka-zim .

Sarshe, Tyr, and Terua also rescued a hybrid smeet named Moth from the planet and were now basically protecting them like their own.

Gaz was scared about her new child, but Zim and Tak reassured her.

Dib and Zim had a hard time during the week, Zim couldn't rest well at all between taking care of his smeets and Dib. Even with Tami's help, the girls sometimes just wanted their parents.

Tami and Dib did get Zim to sleep and rest sometimes. Dib got nightmares when he slept too deeply in the tank, and he attacked Zim once because of them.

There were no serious injuries from the attack, just Zim starting to drown and Dib getting distressed.

Terua, Moth, and Tyr followed Sarshe around while she worked for a bit too.

Tune in next week to find out what happens next.

#invader zim #iz #iz resisty #resisty #resisty zim #gaz membrane #invader zim gaz #iz gaz #tak x gaz #gaz #iz dib membrane #iz dib #dib membrane #invader zim dib #zim x dib #tagr #zadr #ukagaka zim #skoot over #invader skoodge #invader tak #resisty tak #resisty agent fox #agnt of chaos #agents pinkies #commandor lard nar #t am i #sk 00 dge #the cooler gaz #almighty tallest purple

[ask-aurachnid]

Pemmican Update

Alright, @ask-spidermom you jackass (affectionate)

I made the thing! I halved the recipe because dried fruit is expensive and I wasn't sure I was going to like it, but I finally got the time to make it.

it took a long-ass time to dry my ground beef bc I kept having to leave my apartment to do stuff, so I kept having to bake it over and over. It was in the oven for a total of ten hours.

BUT I MADE IT, and it has been sitting in my freezer to set the lard because that stuff has a super low melting point

I cut it into little squares, and reluctantly took a bite.

and you know what?

You know what?

It wasn't fucking bad! Lean meat with no fucking water content doesn't taste like anything, and neither does lard! So the only real flavor is the ground fruit! (I chose apricots, prunes, cranberries, and blueberries.)

The terrible meat powder was crunchier than maybe it was supposed to be, because I didn't grind it very fine, and if I make it again, I'll definitely decrease the amount of lard because pooled in some spots on the baking sheet making it look a unsettlingly moldy :0(

It just tasted like creamy mixed dried fruit with a little bit of crunch and it was good! None of those things together should taste good!

I hate that it tastes good! Fuck you, Ez! /lh

[ooc: these are my genuine thoughts on the recipe. :0( it is no longer cursed]

#aurachnid.txt #fellow webheads #spidermom #pemmican recipe #recipe #pemmican #review

[agents-pinkies]

What do you mean?

- @commandor-lard-nar

OOC: Im doing this because I can't really reply any other way until I get off work

I esplore.

#iz #invader zim #resisty au #invader zim tenn #invader tenn

[trolloled]

Broke: Platar is bad for the destruction he brings

Woke: Platar is neutral for he stops monsters but is far too destructive

Bespoke: Platar actually helped save the planet because he was unintentionally killing eldritch horror disease and everyone was wrong to stop him from burning forests down

#ooc as lard #platar things

[trolloled]

0731-STE / "Steve" Lore

Gaia Informational Log (Gaia belongs to @goddesstrolls )

Known Proxies:

Mannequins: The most common proxies to be found. Blank mannequins such as those found in common clothing stores, only not wearing any clothes. They roam across Alternia, only ceasing movement when actively observed by a sapient being. They tend to converge on persons or areas associated especially associated with "pointless" death or excessive violence. Being caught by a mannequin is universally bad, resulting in the victim being removed from consensus reality (potentially temporarily). Destruction of mannequins is easily performed, the bigger issue is their sheer volume.

The Blackened Mannequin: An extremely rare mannequin, this one looking as if drowning in an unidentified black substance. It simultaneously appears severely burned in places not coated by the substance. It is especially dogged in its pursuit, sent after specific persons of interest. Notably, it additionally acts as "Steve's" representative to those taken by normal mannequins.

The Knights: Suits of animated armor wielding what should only be decorative weapons, yet somehow have the keen edges of freshly forged weapons of war. These are currently only present in the hive (potentially) containing Steve's "core", acting as especially lethal guardians.

The Stranger: The newest "proxy," the Stranger is a troll of average height and slim build who wears a dark blue robe with a crimson red pattern of thread stitched across the chest. The pattern is indecipherable, and begins to cause a headache the longer someone tries to understand it. The Stranger's most notable item of clothing is the "Frowning Mask" it wears, which is a flesh-colored mask set in a sort of shocked frown. The eyes and open mouth of the mask are pitch black. The Stranger exhibits true critical thinking abilities above other proxies, and is potentially behind a growing trend of a Bloody Mary knockoff "summoning ritual." Behind the Stranger's mask is an empty void that mirror's "Steve's" own facial appearance.

#steveposting #ooc as lard #text post terror

[trolloled]

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He have loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on

Toyhou.se version here

#platar things #lard writes #ooc as lard

[trolloled]

Moved to a new computer so now I have to move all my sprites onto my dropbox and then back onto my new computer before I can do any replies. Sad!

#ooc as lard #text post terror

[trolloled]

The Stranger gazed impassively up at the stars above, standing on the rooftop of a tall hivestem apartment building. The holes in its mask seemed to absorb all the light being sprinkled upon it by the stars above.

It reached up to the edges of its mask, slowly pulling the facade of a face away, letting void gaze upon void. The blank space between stars.

The empty space twisted as it watched, and something shifted. A dim light blinked out there, in the endless emptiness, born of nothing. Within a few moments, the light returned to nothing, while the Stranger returned the mask to its head.

----

"Damn it all!" Platar growled, hands upon his head as a piercing headache hit him all at once. He stumbled into the wall of the building he had been passing by, breathing heavily.

Luckily there weren't many people out at this time of night, even in the city. His only company was the soft buzzing of the street lamps. His vision spun and swam, a wave of exhaustion washed over him all at once.

"By the Empress, what was...?" he muttered, trying to steady himself. He placed one arm on the wall and used it to help keep himself on his feet. He rounded the corner of the building just in time to see it.

His vision had flickered azure once more, and there was no way he could possibly miss it. A blast of brilliant light, somewhere off on the horizon. It was already fading fast, dying like the last embers in a glorious blaze, but the mere sight of it seemed to well up a deep rage within him.

A thought ripped through his mind, not his own, yet still he knew it to be true.

"Trespasser. Thoughtless. Reckless. A border crossed."

#ooc as lard #lard writes #steveposting #platar things #text post terror

[trolloled]

I was raised in a deep dark hole A prisoner with no parole They locked me up and took my soul Ashamed of what they'd made

#lard writes #ooc as lard #this is a very short one but I don't think it needs to be very long #also LMAO at evernote changing to only allow 50 notes on the free plan guess I'm done using it

[trolloled]

Finally a halloween where xrumon isn't in his suit. But he still dislikes it anyway, even now that he has a proper job and people won't mistake him for a costumed way-too-old-for-this trick or treater.

Because he can only have the most lightly sweetened of candies for now, too much sugar at once is bad for his heart. He has to even avoid particularly strong teas

#xrumon things #ooc as lard #text post terror

[trolloled]

Toyhou.se version here

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom That transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, Let us die to make men free; While God is marching on.

#platar things #lard writes #ooc as lard