i forgot

(btches i saw 1 profile alert and i was like oh! that's my thread reply alert can't look at it yet until i can reply to it THEN BOOM. I WAS A FOOL)



With chatter fluttering by their group, their own personal zone seems mighty larger than the serendipity of the fields extending around them. The man is happy with the tune of back and forth. Yes, this is exactly what chat is about. The mundane nonsense only afforded by the humble and meek mortals of peace.

He spreads bottles of syrups, herbs and sauces; packages of cheese, cream cheese, minotaur cheese (*censored protagonist face*: "They let me milk a minotaur!"). Then, he tugs the ribbons around his waist and lays the stripped tentacles on a makeshift cutting board - very clean and sterile; cut from an oar that's waded through the Seas of Envious Annahilation AKA the έντερα του λεβιάθαν. Naturally, what comes next is the brandishing of a silver, polished kitchen knife. He leans forward and lines up the knife.

He cuts it in small, bite-sizes pieces. Slowly. He's afraid of cutting himself

”Oh,” the man replies, a mild confusion spreading on his dirt-spotched face. Thin stretches of scars like palm lines peer beneath curly brown hair. “Why? Does it make you fart?”

It’s a question he considers inmediately resolved by the way he nods and grins, setting the crock pot down, clearing small rocks and branches with a sweep of his foot.

“It be like that. DW, I wasn’t planning on making one. Just curious cus everyone’s real different when it comes to spicy food.”

#openrp #casual #group #funny #characterdevelopment #openlore #oc&canon #adventure #fantasyrp

Food. The mortal prerequisite, yet even the gods choose to eat. For living beings, it is a celebration of a moment, made ordinary by the frequency of death upon their existence. To consume and be alive for another day longer and satisfy the ill-tempered body being made to work for a continued survival. Food is simple joy. Food is proof of yearning. Food is…

“How do you feel about eggs? Yay or nay? Bread? Pasta?” The broad-shouldered man, equipped in heavy armor and a frying pan sword, lifts a crock pot above his head. Stripped tentacles jiggle by his hips, strapped around him in red ribbbons.

“Do you like spicy food?”

Tanz, standing at 6 feet something with ripling muscles and immortal abs, and hair that is of a perect thickness to wear one of the hats she’s always wanted to wear, has a pumpkin spice latte on her hand and an anti angy weapon on the other.

crazy how the solution to my fatigue… was eating… cus i havent eaten for 12 hours… crazy

Had a dream about the alatiris tree in the village my cousins and i used to monkey around in. It wasnt anything prominent but it’s still really nice. Makes me think being a child is all about making random memories to look back to

Edit: no i still havent forgiven those same cousins who overwrote my digimon world 3 file I TOLD THEM EXPLICTLY NOT TO!!! EVEN FOR A HYPERACTIVE KID GRINDIN IN THAT GAME IS HELL

Was looking through the human experimentation tag and ran into alive! 🫠 i remember how deeply that impacted me… and how it remains unfinished cause the author suddenly passed away. Right when it was ending… they even cancelled the anime adaptation that was announced…

😋😦😊😔😌

cat owners cant move when their cats sleep on them. For me when my dog lies down with me, he presses his body on me and im like. Ok time to mimimi too ig

maan what is wrong with my heart i started trump and finished season 1 but it was too painful lmaao i literally couldnt continue. I looked up spoilers but it just made things worse and the only thing that helped was reading the literal ylast chaptrt ending to make me happy

I thought it was gonna be underprin where i enjoy my dad and son relationship except it was all pain my old heart cant deal with anymore 🛌 also i think selective memory loss angst has to be one of my triggers. I cant deal with story arcs like that. I dont care about amnesia plots but selective memory loss where the one most important to you is erased? Just killing me 😭😭

Edit: wait actually i think i just dont like child abandonment with the child chasing after their parent who arent necessarily negligent but were forced to due to circumstances. I was thinking underprin as the orher example and ya it hurts. I dont like abandoned kids who has good parents bc having good memories with ur parents make things worse… and makes u question everything.. (i promise this isnt projecting my backstory aint that tragic)

Edit2: …wait i just… hate children who grew up too fast.. 🙃 my feeble old man heart

necroing this thread bc i can't find/remember where the pet sharing place is. i could write a book about my dog (and the dogs of mine that recently passed away) but for now i'll talk about the last of his lineage, poochie!!



he was a total accident bc the vet didn't tell us it's still possible for pregnancy to occur a week after surgery. we didn't keep an eye that much and whopeedoo, he came to be, inbred and with some medical and behaviour issues later. i was having a rough time and i've usually been the one taking care + showing affection to the family dogs. he was neglected pretty badly (family in general was very tense at that time) that it was kind of a rescue when i have him live with me. he didn't listen, he didn't eat properly, his skin condition was bad, and he runs away from us. it was like dealing with a feral dog. the only one he was comfortable with was with his dad/half bro, putol, so we always left them together bc we really couldn't deal with him (and this always made me feel guilty later on, as putol had the middle child syndrome, who was well-behaved and expected to take care of troublesome younger kids).

anyway i've never hated a dog like poochie lol. he was frustrating and even though i was trying to care for him, it felt like he was ungrateful. i know you don't humanize dogs - ofc i know he's not doing it on purpose. but as a human being, i can't help but feel upset when i'm the only person who cares when everyone's given up. tbh someone else was going to adopt him - the one who named him poochie. but i knew he had medical problems on top of his behavior, and pet care here in ph has a very low standard unless you were in the upper middle class. (lower income classes generally leave them off leash or caged all day, and feeding them scaps instead of dog food. no vet visits. it sucks, yeah. 3rd world country.) so i took him back at the last second when they're picking him up.

i'm not really the most patient person. i don't claim to be exceptionally kind. i'm sure i wasn't the best owner for poochie bc i really hated him. but i knew i was really his only chance so i visited multiple vet visits for him. i slowly got him to get used with people and noises (he is still extremely jumpy) and he allowed me to be the only one who can bathe him. during this time, putol got sick and passed away, and i went through a really tough time. and then shiro, the mom of all our dogs, also had dementia and was in her late stage. had to take care of her too...then raekwon for a year as he slowly succumed to denegeration... it was hard. i was trying to teach a young dog to get along with the pack and then caring for the dogs i grew up with...

welp didn't mean to mention those sad stuff but it was inevitable i suppose. poochie finally became the cuddly dog who trusts me and eventually my sister too (who also learned that dogs like affection; our parents just didn't raise us to care about pets in general.) i'm not really surpriesd that is the end after all the frustration and hatred i had for this dog. like you know, i knew. but it still didn't make the process easier and i do not want to go through it again =)) was it worth it? well yeah. i love my bebi boi. he's so jumpy and silly and he has a heart condition that i suspect was the one that killed putol. the vet bills are the one that have hovered over us but... after our experience with putol, it's something we always accept no matter how painful mfao. the reality of owning pets :pensive:

ANYWAY WOO BABY BOY

this wasn't meant to align with the spooky season but hey! it does! also look, a desktop post!

so i'm in a pretty weird spot when it comes to the supernatural. i don't believe ghosts or the supernatural exists, but i've also had encounters that cannot really be explained by the current science. so i do believe there is some sort of explanation regarding the unconsciousness we don't know of yet... but i definitely don't believe in spirits and the afterlife (+atheist here)

as for encounters, i've had one i've always told people about. it's the clapping ghost when i was 14-15 years old in the our family home (where i live in now). the computer back then was by the hallway beside the stairs. it was around 3am and i was playing world of warcraft when i heard VERY snappy clap, clap, clap at the bottom of the stairs. our staircase compromises of two stairs with a mini-floor in the middle for the turn. it was pitch black in the first floor. after those clap, i heard creaking up the stairs as if someone was slowly walking up. at this point, even at this age, i didn't believe in ghosts although i was afraid of the dark. but at that moment, as the creaking arrive at the top of the stairs and land behind me, i shivered and started crying. i was talking to my guildmates about it and we were all filipinos there. ghosts and superstition is part of our culture so they were trying to talk me through and calm me down. it got REALLY cold. no climate change back then and i had no fan on but it was still way too cold. i was too frozen on spot and eventually, i felt the pressure disappear and the temperature go back to normal.

to this day i don't know if i just ended up uh. convincing myself. i know that can happen when you're utterly convinced of the fear. i've also read about an experiment of people being told something was haunted and then people reporting feeling stuff when the whole haunted place was just made up. so it could be a psychological thing. idk. 

but i had a supernatural encounter crazier than that, but it's not scary. and it happens to me to this day. 

i think i was in the 2nd year high school. we were in the gym for this raffle promo and when first place was being announced, i SUDDENLY knew it was me. like i was ACTIVELY aware. i wasn't surprised at all when i was called. i even stood up before my name was called, because i was ready. i just knew.

and i did have this dream when my rabbit passed away and i just woke up with a sense of fear gripping me. like i straight up stood and walked toward where i last left her. i heard my mom talking in an upset voice and i KNEW something happen to my rabbit.

and even online, it happens. i guess this could be explained with being sensitive to the behavior of others but twice in the last rp sites i've been, i was able to senes the EXACT day when the staff was about to PM me about a beef they had that would lead me to yeeting myself out of the site. 

i don't trust my gut feeling and try to approach things rationally, but ngl, my gut feeling is so damn good sometimes. like i GET it can explained psychologically somehow. it's not supernatural but that raffle stuff was really so damn weird. and i'm not surprised other people have the exact anecdotes of just KNOWING.

anyway, share your thoughts or accounts of the supernatural and the unexplained! it doesn't have to be scary.

and i guess as a fun fact, here in the ph, it's pretty common for friends and families to tell they have the third eye and stuff. it's... i'm not a culture expert haha. but it's kind of a thing here. i don't think most people truly believe it but it's like... hmm. if there's something weird, you gotta just accept it kind of thing.