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What are GELFs?
I’m glad you asked! A GELF, or Genetically Engineered Life Form, is a synthetically created being. ;u;/ This particular flavor of gelf, the fuzzy kind at least, belong to chaz-gelf and are the creations of a multitude of many different companies in the Intergalactic Truckstop Universe and Setting (TITUS), the biggest of which being AndroGenus.
Basically, they're fuzzy robots. \ouo/
White GELF! Also Gansir Beeb.
THESE ARE GONNA BE BIG OKAY so I’mma do this one and do Gansir Beeb seperately!
White GELF:
White smells like the city and a bakery rolled into one, due to his love of wandering and Red’s cakes.
White loves newer electronic-style music. He’s a huge fan of love songs and sad songs, as well as poppy, goofy mashups. White’s mentioned more than once that his music tastes range from “refined to hot, boiling garbage”. Examples: [Refined] [HOT GARBAGE]
White collects loads of different things! Mostly everything and anything relating to horror or monster movies (including a Creature of the Black Lagoon companion pillow).
White’s room is fairly crowded by said collection, ranging from lamps to cardboard cutouts. He seems to navigate it just fine though, with a clear path to the fluffy futon-style bed and his desk and bookcase, both littered with some of the newer work from indie comic writers, artists, and publishers that he’s scoping out to sell to customers down in the comic shop.
White. Loves. Cheese. Also, cake and sweeter foods, which Red spoils him with. Other than that, he does take care of himself for the most part-- his unique systems just crave fats and easy carbohydrates.
White is a massive dork and reads quite a lot-- when he isn't working or reading though, he likes to sing out of his window with his boss at the ground level in front of his store, much to the entertainment of passerby (it gets his boss more business, so he plays along and jokes like he’s annoyed that some rando in their apartment is questioning his singing chops. Aggressive duets are common).
White’s most prized possession is a figma-style ball-jointed doll an off-world visitor made of him. Apparently, after White stood in for a sick friend for their set at a local club when they came to visit his city, he got a small but cult-like following (much like vocaloids have). The neon-light belt on it actually lights up and White finds any excuse he can to show it off.
For the character thing: Matchbook
Matchbook smells prominently of ozone and carbon-- kind of like industrial machinery.
He’s a big fan of Madonna. Good luck giving him grief about it.
Matchbook likes to collect models, statues, and toys of Universal monsters (the Mummy, Creature, Frankenstein’s Monster, ect).
His bedroom is pretty modest-- a bed, a dresser, a desk, a mirror, an attached bathroom. He’s matched everything up pretty well-- white, orange, and black are the main colors used for pretty much everything. Some of his work has followed him in here, though-- there’s some small pieces of equipment on the dresser and desk.
To keep on the down-low, he pays local chinese places both for food and silence-- his fridge is a graveyard of sweet-and-sour chicken and various rangoons and soups. He-- really doesn't eat very well.
Matchbook is a learned man-- a lot of his spare space is filled with books on physics and other sciences. He does hold a modest number of actual degrees and does have extensive experience in applied sciences.
An actual, honest-to-god original Edison lightbulb, unused.
Teddy GELF
Theodore just-- smells like his job. So, cigarettes, beer, and smoke machines, for the most part, though he does try to mask that with his cologne (which is a sorta sharp, cheap sandalwood deal).
Theo is a big fan of pop music, actually, defaulting to music styled kinda like Michael Buble’s but occasionally he likes listening to a bit of alt rock or heavy metal here and there.
He collects fake IDs. His favorites are ones that actually use celebrity photos instead of the holder’s like he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
His bedroom wouldn't look out of place in a rags-to-riches boxing story-- free weights litter the medium-sized room, a futon (that’s bending in the middle) is pushed to one side, and the walls are a bizarre mixture of posters of old rock bands and new pop idols. A punching bag, patched to hell and back, hangs from the middle of the room.
Theo doesn’t eat, so this one’s easy! ouo
Theo enjoys collecting old music media as well, and is a bit of a reader (though he hides it).
His most prized possession is the first gift he was ever given-- a set of comics about a mob hitman with a heart of gold (White thought he would enjoy it- he does).
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOUR BODY!? (Are you mutating? You'd better be mutating into something cool.)
I wish, hahaTo make folks aware as I’ve been pretty vague about it, I’m having an issue with my eyes where they’re drying out p. bad overnight and it’s causing other issues. I don't know what’s causing it but I hope to figure that out this Friday.Of course, I'm also doing this without insurance and working maybe sixteen hours a paycheck. You could imagine what kind of headspace I’m in as a result- it’s hard to function lately, but I'm beginning to manage it.
I’m not asking for donations or anything, that’s not why I'm posting this. I just wanted to let folks know why I've kinda gone dark lately-- I'm just not in the best of places and I kinda just need to take it slow and keep things toned down until I can get back into a better place so I can get what needs to be done, done.
I’ll be alright eventually. It’s pretty damn ugly now, but it will get better. I just need rest and time.
Thoundth like everyonth thick at the moment
You too? Oh nooo ;u; I’m sorry!
*kisses anyway because you're cute as fuck and it's worth getting sick*
/);u;(\ thank
Rumor says that you are, in fact, a bunch of smaller raccoons in a trench coat.
Nope, just one big one. =u=/
I hire the gaggle of smaller ones for distractions and birthday parties. \ouo/
