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The Jabberwock hardly felt regret in it’s life

With its label as an evil dragon, it can practically do whatever it wants. Well, maybe it regrets things a tiny bit when consequences comes and get it, but it goes back to what it does later.

This time, it was different. A person so important, more than any gold it was offered, and- Not like it really knows value, but this person is important, and they had been taken away from it.

Now, as Jasmine (what a tacky name, but it’s one of the things left of her), the evil dragon embarked on a quest for knowledge. Inter-dimensional travel is no easy feat, how the heck Alice and Dorothy did it she has no idea. They did have some form of assistance or got whisked away in a hurricane…

All that she came across told her it was impossible, but she died a few times and came back, which is also impossible by human standards.

She just, didn’t quite expect the spell to activate so easily. Now, where the heck is she.

The place is all filled with strange and abstract objects, she can’t really make heads or tails of what are in the piles, but it’s not important. What’s notable are the wind up rodents carrying the objects and piling them. They remind her of the residents of Wonderland when Red Queen is demanding they hold a festival in her name. Gosh is she glad to be free.

Jasmine’s stomach growled a little, and she won’t deny it. If possible, she would like to have something organic for her meal. Looking among the pile, the dragon was delighted to fine a whole wheel of cheese! She promptly took it out of the pile, and all of a sudden, all the rodents turn at her, aggression clear in their body language, they start to lunge.

“Sugar honey ice tea” she was kind of hoping not to work for her food, but oh well. Fire ball it is then

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Little lizard I rescued from the bathroom today

Mom Adopts a “Dog”

So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.

My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula.  Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.

I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.

Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer.  After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.  

For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life.  His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.

So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt.  The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place.  Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment.  Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up.  Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog.  For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-

Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.

They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do.  Mom and Dad fall in love instantly.  They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”

Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.

Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident.  Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet.  Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels.  Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering.  Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week.  The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.

After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.

Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”

After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life.  OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.

Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.

Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something.  That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right?  Dig a den and ply her with food?  On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it.  Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.

The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!!  and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met.  Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.

Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth.  He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.

I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:

Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.

HAIR.  One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.

the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.

Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.

More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching

Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied.  Including eating your tax forms.

Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.

PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s

I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.

WINNING at Pet Day at school.  There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.

PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.

Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude.  Never changed the definition.

Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.

When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house.  They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys.  One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly.  When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger.  What do you need a hamburger for?  Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.

Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month.  Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.

Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap.  I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.

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i have decied to update my boboiboy gamma design

heres the boy!

You ever look at some art your mutual made and you just sit there in stunned silence and awe that one of your friends is out there making jaw-dropping beautiful art just for the hell of it

unrelated to my last post what do you think each sinners dynamic would be in the omegaverse?

Coming back to this post cause I have a new theory

Servant of Wrath is connected to the K Corp singularity the Tearful Thing too.

In Servant’s breaching form, we see it has many eyes, all red and crying from anger and rage. We didn’t get a clear look, but it’s safe to assume Tearful is in great suffering and pain too.

Their tears/liquid produced are both green.

Now, onto their stories. In the Servant’s lore, it’s one of the magical girls, who befriended a Hermit from another world. Tearful was found by Stephanette. To singularities, we are the aliens, thus, another world.

In one of the Servant’s key page, we see her reading a book with the Hermit. Stephanette used to read the Tearful Thing’s heartfelt stories so it would cry.

They’re both betrayed by the ones they trust, even if we don’t know what Tearful Thing is thinking, we can assume it also felt a great betrayal.

In LOR, Servant of Wrath is located on Floor of Natural Sciences, and Tearful Thing is a biological being.

Aside from all the similarities, we can also assume the Magical Girls are also tied to other singularities, we just don’t know which ones.

But hey, that’s just a theory!

Can someone infodump about what the lobotomy corp abno’s signify

I wanna know and don’t care about which you you rant about

Tanah's was a joy to write simply because theres some personal experience within it

Enjoy :D

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In Tanah's opinion, he fully believes he isn't a petty person.

If he can avoid having negative feelings towards someone, he'll try his damn hardest

But he is the 3rd child of a sibling of 7; ex youngest, experienced older brother, and certified "mom" of the siblings. Most of all, he is a brother and BOI is he allowed to be petty to them

What got him in such a sour mood you may ask?

Wellllll lets just say he has not been having a very good day. And before you ask, yes it has everything to do with his brothers.

A scowl is formed on Tanah's face as he subtly clutches his stomach, he seems to be lost in his head.

Angin forcing him to try a new abomination (he won't even give it the dignity of calling it a "pastry") resulting in the countless trips to bathroom nation. His stomach still hurts and it has been HOURS, Yaya's deathly cookies are better than this..

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Ok maybe not but hes spiteful right now

Api pranking him was not appriciated at all and HOW did he convince Shielda to help him is beyond him (you'd think she would be the responsible twin), no worries though because he already prepared revenge for him.

No he does not care that it was accidental and that he was not the supposedly "target" of said prank. It still happened.

Clearly this means war.

Daun and Cahaya blowing his EAR off did not help, look. He loves those two, he really does. But he did not need to hear 200+ remedies that can help sedate Angin's poison

Petir DITCHED him with these heathens that he has to call brothers

Now he was proud to be a very mature and level headed person.. but hes still a 17 year old

Air technically didn't do anything but his ignorance will be remembered that lazy panda bear, sue him for holding a grudge

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'This walk has not been helping. For that, Remi you're also on my list'

Not only is his stomach killing itself, his legs are crumbling now too

'This day is just not my day'

Sitting down on the nearest bench he decides to distract himself with his surroundings before he starts planning murder. Looking around to fine other things to focus on

Like that dog covered in mud, boy he does not want to be its owner right now

Or that cowboy cat that's threatening a woman, now usually he'd help but hes compromised so best of luck lady you're on your own

The sun is really warm this evening, casting golden rays to the surrounding foliage, Mix with the wind thats blowing leafs around; it creates a beautiful artistry that he wished he could paint if he was an artist

'Maybe i should take up painting.. i could practice painting on my sculptures'

"Ta.. nah?"

That soft voice broke him out of his observation, looking to his side to find the little sunlight of the family.

As much as hes still annoyed by the younger's previous endeavors, he doesn't really have the heart to dismiss the little guy

'Trying to help shouldn't be rewarded by punishment'

Putting on a soft smile he looked to the little sunlight

"Hey bud, didn't see you there." he looks to the container Haya is holding, "what's this?"

Since Cahaya is holding the drink (at least he assumes it's a drink) he couldn't really write, his brow furrowed in concentration, Tanah could see the spark of hesitation and the troublesome look adorned on the youngest's face

Filled with renewed patience and understanding he went to grab the drink so Cahaya could write

"... its ca- chamo..mile green tea"

Surprise but also pride exploded inside Tanah, bitter feeling forgotten he pat the little sunlight's head as encouragement

"Good job buddy!" He praized, chuckling when he saw the ruby red shade that spread in Haya's face. "Why'd you get it though?"

Distress colors Cahaya's face this time, it seemed he'd reach his quota of words for today since he just shoves the drink unto Tanah's chest

Giggling even more at the youngest's display, fondness rose inside of him as he went to take the hot beverage out of the little sunlight's hands

"..for Tanah."

His hand stopped mere inches from the drink, shock adorning his face

'Did he just..'

It feels like an earthquake is happening through his whole body by how much hes shaking from pure joy

Though seeing Haya cowering and covering his face with the drink snaps him out of his cuteness aggression overload

'Dear God, i'm weak'

His face hurts from how much hes grinning, practically splitting it half

Showering the sunlight with so much praise and affirmation, screw whoever is looking at them weird; they probably have a sad loveless life

'He said my name, he said my name!' The only repeating thought he could comprehend right now

Looking around simply out of instinct to see if any of the other siblings heard, only for confusion and worry to consume him soon after

"Sunlight, thank you for the tea.. but why are you here alone?" Hugging the younger close, he looks around even more. "You're not alone are you? We've talked about this, why didn't you ask someon–"

Feeling the tapping on his side he looks to Cahaya who's raising his hand

He calmly points to a shop, a tea shop more specifically; the Jasmine Dragon

Narrowing his eyes he could barely make out the figure that seems to be in the shape of his 5th brother

'Oh right, him and Daun were talking about remedies for my stomach'

His whole body shook with how much love hes feeling. The unfortunate victim here is Cahaya, who is forced to accept the killer hug that he gives him

As he made his way to the shop with Cahaya leading the way, beverage in hand, he went to grab phone; a mission on his eyes for the perfect revenge presented itself on a golden platter

He might be the current "golden" child. But he's 17 year old with a grudge, and man is he petty

"Why does your face look evil, who's dying?" Daun questioned when they reached him. Sending the message, he beamed at Daun with practiced ease, "It's nothing don't worry about it, what have you two been up to anyway?"

Thoroughly distracted, the duo starts to go back and forth describing their day and how they tried to find the perfect tea to deal with his poison for him

Tea in hand and ironically stomachache completely forgotten, Tanah enjoyed listening with a fond smile on his face

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✨️Old People Council✨️

"I win btw"

"WHAT"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

"Congrats."

"Audio proof??"

"nice"

"I feel like i have a disadvantage this isn't fair >:("

"You all better pay up, you included Petir"

"Fuck."

This is such another sweet one

im guessing Angin is trying out new recipes but they turned out bad? poor Tanah, having to be the one to put up with everything, meanwhile, Petir's in college, just left him.

also old people council, is that their group chat and their group chat name?? ha-

loving tanah being mischievous, and petty, love those sides of him

the jasmine dragon reminds me of that tea shop from Iroh in ATLA is that what that is???

I could def imagine Cahaya's scrunched up face trying to answer, its adorable. and tanah, i relate to you with that cuteness agression.