Eto stared out at the rural surroundings through the train window, golden, billowing fields of wheat greeting him. It was a glamorous sight. But he personally wouldn't enjoy the texture. The train slowed to a stop, as he took his bag out of the compartment above him, and waltzed right out with the confidence of someone who certainly didn't belong there.
As the train chugged away, Eto wasn't greeted with the personal carriage he wanted, not the fanfare and awe of passersby as they realized he was related to royalty. Instead he was left standing there like an idiot in the middle of a wheat field. What.
Do they really only do that for those marriage or blood related? Well that's a rather pointless waste. If you're going to do it then you have to do it with every family member related to the royalty, regardless of relation! It's only common sen-
Eto was suddenly pushed to the ground with a yelp, as he felt some heavy asshole laying on top of his precious wings.
"HEY! UNHAND ME YOU BRUTE!"
"Oh good grief-RUSSEL! LET THAT POOR BOY GO! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE HE CAME FROM!"
Suddenly, the weight was lifted off, as Eto huffed. How rude!
"Ugh. What a...unexpected greeting."
He huffed, before turning to face the two toons who were rude enough to slam into him.
He was greeted with the sight of a large Australian Shepherd toon, with a scarecrow holding the dog and ensuring he doesn't attack Eto again.
"We're really sorry sir!"
The scarecrow apologized, as the dog sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
"Sorry, bud. I thought you were an intruder. I keep on forgetting this is where foreigners are dropped off."
The dog apologized as well, as Eto huffed, sizing up the two.
The Scarecrow gal had cloth skin, a mouth stitched straight onto her face. Other then that, she wore a plain, long brimmed hat with a sunflower nestled on top, and some work overalls.
The dog was, severely lacking in style compared to her. He was wearing jeans and one of those horribly ugly plaid lumberjack shirts. Oh boy.
"It's fine I suppose. You can repay me by giving me a place to stay."
Eto responded curtly and with an air of arrogance.
The two glanced at each other, before eventually leading him to an old barn, where all the horses were. There, was an untouched pile of straw near the back. Oh good grief.
Eto sighed, politely thanking the two before nestling on the uncomfortable, scratchy bed. Well. Despite not wanting to be, beggars can't be choosers. Hopefully Ellie's having better luck over at Tombsburrow. But for now, he drifted off to sleep.
Caramella stared at her reflection, the sharp steak knife dangling near her icing hair.
Was this really worth it? All the trials and tribulations of doing this? She stared at her reflection of her husk's. The black, bony skeleton stared back at her, wood infused with ichor. A "god" puppeting a vehicle of sweet, cakey flesh, creamy, fragrant puffs of icing, and tangy, refreshing cherries.
She had been experimenting more and more with her her body. Strawberry and green grape tanghulu tail, wax candy cherries.
It was fun.
This...this was just another experiment. She could always make a new body after this one rotted away if she didn't like it.
She glanced back at the husk, then back at the steak knife.
She sighed, lopping the cream off, leaving just enough to use as glue. She carefully grated long strands of chocolate, painstakingly adding every single one to the head.
After all was said and done, she looked at the reflection the husk presented.
Not bad.
With that, Caramella possessed the body, and walked outside.
As always, he closed the door behind him to be polite, and for the sake of his privacy.
Vessel: "Oh come on! Do you really not notice? Think about it. He finds everything about you interesting. You could breathe differently than normal and he'd be over the moon asking you a gazillion questions on why. Every conversation he's had so far after meeting you has looped around to you at one point in time. Sounds like devoted follower to me."
Vessel: "If you really are a so called God, then you're going to need followers. And if you're not going full ass fucking cult here, the Mecha's your best bet on gaining traction. Cause we all know your attempts to surpass Vee are in the shitter."
Vessel: "If I were you, I'd think twice on getting rid of Mecha by killing him or getting out of his good graces. Because really, what's a God without followers? What are you without him to believe you?"
For those who are unaware, there's been ads for a/i chat/bots going around on Tumblr. Specifically for "shapes.inc".
Obviously this is immediately worrying as chat/bots prey on low mental wellbeing, loneliness and someone's desire to interact, to then make them dependant and use their services more.
However, the ads themselves have stopped being quiet about that aspect. Here's one of the most worrying ads (aside the one that legitimately encourages users to make chat/bots of their friends' OCs without their consent, while also trying to claim that its "ethically sourced" - not telling us WHAT'S even sourced here - and therefore "guilt free".)
This is disgusting, plain and simple.
Not only is it directly preying on loneliness outright - it's encouraging a user to make a bot out of someone real without their consent. Not even a friend, no - a MUTUAL. It's encouraging parasocial dependency - just LOOK at what the "OP" is saying here: "RESPOND" "DID YOU DIE?" "PLEASE" "I MISS YOU".
It's not just encouraging parasocial behaviours nor just dependency overall, but encouraging users to breach the others' privacy just so they can pretend they're speaking to them.
Ads like this should not be allowed anywhere. Tumblr needs to get rid of it outright before someone gets hurt.
Also, the censoring is to avoid search exploit spambots. Thank you.
I wanted to say this clearly, with no thematic elements
Thank you all
I know, cut to the chase am I right?
I mean it, folks. Thank you all just for existing.
I know my gratitude doesn't mean much, but you all have shaped a fundamental part of me.
And I wanted to say it as I leave
@mx--nightshade
You were my first moot! I loved spending time with you and hanging out with you! I adore talking to you about our blorbos, causing chaos with shit like the council, torturing doggo for funsies. It was so fun!
@diggitydoggo
You are a role model to me. You were always so kind and caring, even if i got on your nerves. You reminded me of the big sister I never had, or a mentor. You're the type of person I want to be when I grow up!
@characterdirector
FUCKWAD!/silly
Hah, in all seriousness, you are so fucking amazing dude. Your ability to just yank new artstyles out of your ass is amazing, and your adaptability to new sites and methods are an incredibly admirable trait for me. Not only that, but you're genuinely an amazing person, and I love spending time with you. You're more of an older brother than my own lol.
For everyone I didn't include, don't feel upset! You all made an impact on me too! Unfortunately I haven't known you for long enough to make a paragraph for you lol
By the time this is posted, I'm probably already gone. I hope you enjoyed what I threw at y'all, and remember;
We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when! But I know we'll meet again some sunny day!
