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  CREATUREFEST JULY 2025
Posted by: skinstealer - 07-01-2025, 11:45 PM - Forum: [FORUM GAMES] - Replies (69)

welcome to the Homebrew Deviants CREATUREFEST event! this is a casual event in the vein of virtual pet "group hatches", with a lot more wiggle room and freedom. 

the aim of the game is simple- everyone gets together and starts playing with some manner of virtual creature/being, whether that's a traditional vpet toy, a simulation game on your computer, a game with some manner of virtual life element, anything, at the more or less same starting point. 

people share what they're up to and how things are going when and how they like, and at the end of the day, it's an excuse to play games together and connect with folks even if we bring different mediums to enjoy weird little creatures to the table.

the optional theme of this CreatureFest is Tide Pool, and can mean anything you want within that. 

SUGGESTED GAMES YOU COULD DO BUT ARE NOT REQUIRED OR LIMITED TO IN THE SLIGHTEST
IRL Vpet/Robot Toys such as Tamagotchi, Furby, Digimon, etc
Petsites such as Neopets, Webkinz, etc
Simulation games such as Sims, Petz, Creatures, Digimon World, Wobbledogs, etc
Games with creature elements such as Spore, Squeakross, Digimon Stories, Pokemon, Beastieball, etc
Games with like a specific minigame area that isn't even the main focus but you COULD do it like Chao Garden in Sonic Adventure or any other variety of side mechanics in god knows how many games
Mobile Apps/Idle Games, i'm out of the loop but i know Neko Atsume exists still. it counts. 


CHALLENGES YOU COULD CONSIDER DOING BUT YOU ARE ALSO NOT REQUIRED OR LIMITED TO IN THE SLIGHTEST
Raise a digital creature from birth to whatever logical endpoint there is
Make a character of some kind for your creature(s)
Make art of your creatures in whatever form you like
Post updates about your creatures and discuss how things are going
Make up challenges of your own to either further your own experience and/or throw at other participants
Engage with other peoples' creatures/posts
Just vibe with folks at your own pace

the CreatureFest will start on FRIDAY, JULY 4TH and have no set stop date, and late participation/joining is zero issue at all. literally don't worry about it. just hop in and party. 

thread below can be used for any commentary, update posts, questions, whatever, and i'll go whip up a discord channel to match.

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  Fatherless Confessional [Preview Drops]
Posted by: ThreadLurkingComorant - 06-08-2025, 11:55 PM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS] - No Replies

THe following thread is chunks of a upcoming Twine project, previews to give a taste for what's to come. Visual assets will be added onto and updated as time goes.
 




This is a story at another world's end.

You are the one who pulls the trigger.

 

[Image: Skybox%203.png]


The legs of your pants were drenched in soil, hands swollen from the urgent gig. 

  

"Need a funeral before sundown, paying triple wage. - Ono."

  

He was a man from down the street who always kept busy, used to know a guy who said finding work would keep you alive just a bit longer. Maybe it was like that for him. 

The most you'd engaged with him in the past is when he'd hand you some bills to pick up something from the local store, let you keep the change and maybe a tip so you know he'd be good for it.
  

The two of you worked intensively, and he was kind enough to give you plenty of time to break and rest off the load handed to you. 

Not once had you looked over and seen him stop to rest himself though....

You were both on a pretty strict timer, a corpse had til the sun goes out before it became trouble. Wispy little shades rotating around the mound like flies had amassed, waiting for nightfall. Proper funeral or torch the body, anything else would be begging for the dead to rise with a soul not its own..

But so long as there was light, it was easy to quash, each mound of dirt like starving a animal in a cage. The body was wrapped and bound together by layers of blankets over plastic sheets, no face to be seen but the form registered more than enough to have you rattled. You should be used to this by now though, right? People bury their folks in their yard plenty these days... 

Maybe the idea of this as normal should've never been... 
 

 [Image: Ono%202.png]

Mr. Ono turned to look at you, always nerve-wracking each time.. Were you doing a bad job? Could he see the ticking in your head? That's not a real thing, people can't do that-

No. He gave you a warm smile through the sweat and tired eyes.

Ono: Think you've had enough, I can cover from here. 

He scooted to the side, showing what he'd been working on for the past hour. A pile of stone melded together and prettied up with heat and clay into a grave. 

  You shook your head at him.

  Pato: We're almost done, let me at least-

  

Ono: He should be fine, ground's been salted proper. From here, it's just making it look nice and clean. Know it's not really ideal these days to most but... think in the end we'd all like a little bit of dignity, yeah?

  

He placed down he shovel to the side, you followed suit by jabbing the head of the tool into the ground to keep it still. He gave you a bit of stinkeye for it, followed by a smirk that eased tension.


Pato: I do something funny or-

  

Ono: I mean you're a kid, you're kinda supposed to a little. You're Mrs. Felix's kid if I recall, yeah?

  
Pato: Yeah, you two know each other?

Ono: Yeah, helped her once with the coin machine at the market I used to work. She was worried the thing was eating her change, so we ended up calling in maintenance. Seemed nice, could tell she was going through it though. Guess everyone is these days. 


Pato: Yeah... guess that's really why I'm here, you know? Like...

Ono: Didn't wish you were but... circumstances. I get it. 


He goes through a wallet with a thick stack of bills and slaps down practically the entire thing. 

Ono: Take it, you've done good work today.

  

Pato: T-that's so much! I-

  

Ono: Yeah, and you need it.  

  

Pato: Can I really have this?? Can you even afford to like-

  

Ono: It's technically his cash, not mine. I asked the family ahead if I could use the money in his wallet to help pay someone to get the job done in time. Said they were fine as long as nothing else was touched. You're all good.


Pato: Know him personally at all?

  

Ono: Little. Mr. Tuning, bit of a stubborn guy. Whatever he was doing out so late... would hardly call it worth it seeing this. Neighbors informed his family when they found him roasting in the morning sun, found a funeral preferable. Chimed in, told them I'd see what I could do. Think this is solid for how quick this all had to be.


Pato: Hardly knew him then? 

Ono: Not enough to call him a friend. 

Pato: Doing a lot then.

Ono: Hate to see anyone get mauled, even more have to risk other folks getting hurt by whatever crawls into his flesh like that. People will mourn so at the very least I can offer the comfort of knowing they can visit and give their final respects.

Couldn't disagree too much, just.... a lot to think of when you returned.

Pato: I get you.

Ono: You walked here, yeah? 
  
Pato: Mmhmm! Not too far from here.


Ono: Your mom planning to pick you up? Know we still got a couple hours before we gotta start worrying, but nothing's ever on a strict schedule like that.

He swatted away a few of the nearby shades fluttering about, little forms crumpling like paper and being carried off by the wind. In general, it seemed like they had started to move on or fizzle since their access to a fresh host was more than wasted.

Pato: No she.. doesn't really know honestly. Hates it when I go out to work but I dunno. She need help.
  

Ono: I see.. Want me to go back with you? Least make sure you get back without issue.


Pato: I'll be fine.. 


Ono: No good then.

  

Pato: Mm? 

Ono: If you're going to be stubborn the least I can do is make sure you can take full advantage.

  

He gestured with a finger to stay put before quickly shuffling back inside. 

  

He returns with a steel bat, handle held out to you.

  

Pato: Are you giving me-

  

Ono: Those things hate man made steel. Should ward them off if any stragglers show up early, make your house safer. You get a sling and carry that around with you whenever possible, cloth belt works. 

  

Pato: What if I don't care? What if I'm too lazy?

  

Ono: You'd make your mom sad, no? 

  

Pato: Yeah. I guess. 


Ono: Don't get smart with me in a stupid way. Everyone knows that one guy who reuses to get help. Never ends happy for anyone. Nip that in the bud before it becomes a problem. Just scoot back, stay safe and feel free to treat yourselves a little. Live when you still can, si?  

You take a moment to let that all process.

Pato: We're alive though right now, yeah? 

Ono: Living and being alive are two different things. One's a choice and the other is a state of being. You gotta do both.

Pato: Okay.


Ono: Good.

You stood there awkwardly for a moment.

Ono: That really got you quiet? You're silly. 

You finally spoke up, ignoring his comment mostly.

Pato: Are you going to be safe?  Got a place to stay?

Ono: I'll figure it out, got options nearby. For now I say you start scrambling, we good? Before you go... let me just hand you a little something.


He reached deep into his jacket and flashed you a business card. Phone number, radio frequency, his name and occupation listed as "E. Ono, Freelancer."

Is that really a job? You pocket away the card carefully.

Pato: Thank you, I'll keep it around

  
Ono: Give that to your mom, let her know who you've been around all day. Better to be open about details than make her worry, you know?

  
Pato: What's your real job? Like, it can't just be this.


Ono: Little bit of everything, bit wordy to explain right now, and just a courtesy after today. If you wanna know leave me a call. Seriously gotta start going now.

Pato: Yeah. Guess I'll see you again? 

Ono: Better circumstances next time hopefully. Stay safe.


You start getting your feet going, still facing toward him and giving him a little wave. 


Pato: Don't get in trouble!
  

Ono: Straight home, no side trips or detours! 

  

____

After a bit of a jog, you made it back home without a snag.
  

Unlocking the door was a bit harder today- you heard a familiar voice greet you.


Mom: Pato! 


Pato: Yeah! 


Mom: Don't yeah me.
  

Pato: I can have a yeah today! 


Mom: Oh? And why's that?

  
You finally get the door open. 

You wave around the huge stack of bills openly.

  
Pato: I got the rent!
 

[Image: pato%20home.png]


As she turned to see you she made a bit of a noise, eyes intensively focused on the dirt caked all over you.


Mom: Oh my god! Where were you all day?! 


Pato: Doing a quick job, some yardwork. It was pretty easy...


Mom:... Yardwork right now? Who can even-

  

Pato: Just a neighbor, no big deal. Got paid good.

  

Mom: These rich folks are going to kill me.. you know you don't have to be doing that... 

  

Pato: School's shut down and all my friends are across town. Don't got anything better right now.


Mom: You're 14. 

  

Pato: So? You worked at 14. 
  

Mom: Illegally! I had to lie and say I was 16, and the other staff blackmailed me with that! Back then we really needed money like that in a way I never want you to have to go through!
  

Pato: We need it like that today mom...
  

She tilts her head back before giving out a long sigh. 


Mom: Just don't do anything crazy, okay? No selling drugs or guns or-


Pato: You know nobody's gonna let me run around with a gun like that.

  
Mom: I'm serious. 


Pato: I know just... 


You frantically pulled the cash out of your pocket. 

  

Pato: At least this one time just.. let me help with rent.  

  

It's insane that even when the world was burning down, rent still existed..

  

Mom: I love you but.. don't make this a regular thing, okay? I'll always figure it out-

  

She constantly worked herself to the bone, could she really be promising that? 

  

Pato: You don't do anything crazy too.

  

A little nod from her. 

  

Mom: I know. 

  

Pato: You have to be careful...

  

Mom: You're right... 

  

She paused before pointing to the hallway. 

  

Mom: Get yourself cleaned and we’ll heat up something, sound good. 

  

Pato: Yeah.

 



A quick shower, a change of clothes, and today's fit stuffed into a plastic bag to avoid the dirt going everywhere. It's drenched in enough soil that it'll probably need to be washed on its own. 

Be a good idea to handle it yourself to be honest...

You made your way back to the kitchen, having dressed in a plain and loose shirt and baggy pajama pants. Despite how hard it's been to get back and forth lately with limited stock and hours, there was a constant effort from your mom to keep things lively. Autumn flavored scents, warm lighting, and a hot potato dish on the table laid out for you as she washed pots and plates on the side.. 

Pato: Looks good... 

Mom: Always is.

You didn't hesitate to dig in, the savory mix of root veggies and gravy lighting you up in a heartbeat. 

Mom: Food's not gonna run away, slow down and savor it! 

Pato: Mm... Sorry. Tastes amazing.. 

Mom: It better, just cause things are crazy out there doesn't mean things gotta be that way here. 

Pato: Yeah... 

Mom: So?

Pato: Hmm? 

Mom: Details! If you're gonna be gone all day I wanna know who you're with.

Pato: Yeah uh.. hold up. 

You shuffled around in your pockets before pulling out the business card from earlier. It was still layered with a little mud on the corner. 

Your mom took it in hand and gave it a careful look, squinting just a little before a little smile cracks.

Mom: A station number? That's so corny...

Pato: Yeah, you know much about it or-

Mom: It's like... kind of a zodiac thing? Or fortune telling? Old stuff you weren't around for. 

Pato: Ah.. 

She placed the card back down on the table, pointing out the station number. 

369.66XM

Mom: People toyed around with what they used to call "Halo Stations", make custom boxes and look around for frequencies. Whole lot of static and nothing, probably was a lot of hearing things that weren't there... 

Pato: I was gonna say, XM.. 

Mom: Probably a lot of loose noise, radiation, I dunno. Your dad had a phase back then. 

Pato: Really? 

Mom: Mmhmm. 

Pato: How come you don't talk about that at all? 

Mom: Didn't seem all that big a deal. Got kinda really into it and then dropped it, put it all in a big box in the garage. Tons of money on books and contraptions I never really could get into but... you know, made him excited at the time. 

Pato: You still have all of it? 

Mom: Yep, are you curious about all that? 

Pato: A little.. is it okay if I-

Mom: After you're done and as long as you don't stay up too late. 

Pato: Easy..

You quickly finished up what's left of dinner and pocket the card. You started toward the sink to wash your own dish when-

Mom: You don't gotta do that tonight, worked a ton today I can tell. 

Pato: A little.. 

Mom: Yardwork? 

Pato: Yeah, with uh.. Mr. Ono down the street. 

Mom: I think I remember him, I'll have to thank him at some point. 

Pato: Yeah.. 

Mom: If you get bored I'll be watching TV a bit while I fill out some papers. Maybe pop in? 

Pato: Maybe. You remember which box it is? 

Mom: One labeled retired.  He gave that up pretty hard once he was over it. 

Pato: Gotcha, thank you! 

With a quick scramble, you've made your way to the garage door. You're careful to make sure both sides are unlocked when you step in, plenty of accidents with that before. 

Room is cold, not a touch of insulation against the creaking wooden structure of the walls. 

Piles of boxes that make up little towers and seasonal goods stacked up in the corner. 

With just a bit of patience you're able to find it deeply buried, a single box labeled "Retired." in a sharpie marker. It was small but heavy, you carefully grab the thing and drag it to your room alongside a box cutter from the nearby tool desk. 

You tore the yellowed tape open, a horde of cheap pulpy books yellowed and likely loosened by dust mites with names like "EN/TY/TY" and "Fall of the Solitaire" strangled in old cables. Video tapes and audio books, cassettes from bands you've never really heard of.. and your grail- the most haphazard radio you'd ever seen. 

A couple of beakers with red and blue fluids stuck out from the top, hopefully not mercury or something like that.. 

There's a single sticky note slapped onto the back, "Leave it on overnight with a offering. Turn off in the morning. Please remove offering if ants.."

You guessed there were more than a few accidents....

There didn't seem to be any sort of power cable or port, a screw-on panel at the bottom. Figure it'd have to be battery powered... 

You checked the dials until a sharp unnatural sound made you jump in your seat. Guess old batteries were built different. A little glow came from the otherwise analog display.

You placed it down on top of your little wooden wardrobe and pull out the little card Mr. Ono had handed you earlier. 

369.66XM

You adjusted the dials, only taking a little trial and error. 

Mostly white noise, a light staggering here and there. 

You could see what your mom meant, nothing defined but if you really try hard enough you could maybe make out a word. 

*Dog, Dog, Dog....*

It was silly, but you kinda were hoping there'd be more to it... 

Still, there was mention of a offering. Something that'd summon ants regularly... 

Sweets? Maybe it's one of those skeletons made of sugar tapping on the other side. One way to find out... 

You quietly returned to the kitchen, grabbing a slice of pound cake from the breadbox. You could make out the television in the living room a door away, your mom watching one of those goofy late night medical dramas that used to squick you out when you were younger. In hindsight, it always looked pretty fake- but you didn't know better. God knows you'd seen worse now. 

You went back to your room, placing the poundcake on a little plate next to the radio and...

It cut to complete silence, not a single hymn or crackle left.

Was it dead? The light hadn't turned off but... it was pretty old, so maybe that's just expected at this point. You gave it a few more minutes to see if anything happened and... nothing. 

Guess all you could do is leave it on overnight, see if something happens later. 

After you'd made sure to set up everything on a secure shelf, you were quick to make your way back to the living room. 

Your mom, half asleep, had bundled up with a blanket in the middle of a commercial break. 

Pato: You still watching? 

Mom: For a little bit, still time if you wanna sneak in a hour. Might be kind of late though, you look pretty tired.

Pato: Not like I got homework, or classes, or anything right now. 

Mom: Guess so... you miss it at all? 

Pato: I mean... yeah. Don't get to talk to friends IRL much lately.. 

Mom: Mm, me neither. 

Pato: Get scared when they stop calling or anything for weeks. Wish any of them were closer so I could heck but... they're all so far, you know? Around here everyone's too old or like five. 

Your mom gave you a little quiet nod. 

Mom: I was hoping we'd be out by now but that's looking a good while away... eventually. 

Pato: Mmm. When you were a kid, was there anything like that? Like... scary stuff? Kind we're dealing with right now?

Mom: A lot, maybe not the way it's happening but you know.. guess the end of the world felt a little more.. I dunno. Not like this at all. 

Pato: Ah... yeah. 

Mom: Bad times can't last forever though, people always spring back. 

Pato: I guess so.. 

Mom: I'll make it work.

You rested your head on her shoulder and quietly focused your attention on the television. Your eyelids became heavy.

The curfew, everything slowly shutting down, noises of unholy rattling on occasion outside the walls of this home. 

Really felt hard to imagine things getting better anytime soon. 

Still, if you could find little moments of respite even in times like these, maybe she was right. 

You could let yourself relax for tonight, you'd done more than enough for today.. 

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Photo ❏ FLAT AS A MIRROR
Posted by: SHIVERS - 05-05-2025, 08:33 PM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS] - Replies (13)

Your many eyes blink awake.







You are under some blankets, up against something warm.
The texture is nice.

You stretch a tendril out of the blanket, raising it up high to view your surroundings.



You are in a bedroom.
It's very dark, despite the clock by the bed showing 11:41 AM.
The curtains on the window are very thick, blocking out almost all light.
You like it that way.

It's quiet, too.
The walls are lined with more blankets, cheap rugs, and other various sound-blocking objects.
Posters are hung up along them, instead of being attached to the wall.

A rotating fan in the corner of the room adds low volume white noise. Consistent and calming.
It's been running all night and all morning, though.
The room is chilly, now.







You are still up against something warm.

A black-furred hare sleeps in the bed.
This creature's name is Violet.

You are attached to Violet's shadow.
You know that this is New, somehow, even if you can't remember how things used to be.

But, you feel comfortable where you are.
You do know that.









You are also: Bored.

Violet is still asleep.
You should find something to do.

In the room, you see a computer at a desk, a phone on the nightstand, a videogame console connected to the television in the corner,
and a handheld haphazardly dropped under the bed.
The television also has rabbit ears, so it may have access to local channels.
Lots of options, all electronics. Violet must like those, you think.

You could try to wake Violet up, instead.
It's almost noon, after all.

You just know you need something to entertain yourself, or you won't survive.



You think you had a name before, too,
but you'd like a new one.
You should find an identity, while you're entertaining yourself.










Something nags at you, though.

More than anything,
more than Anything at all,
you know that you need More.

It's a dim pang deep within you.
Ever-present, beyond a want.
You know you'll have to tend to it, when the time comes.

More of what, you aren't sure yet.





You'll figure it out.
Soon enough.

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Rainbow hi guy's
Posted by: thunderzizi - 02-27-2025, 01:29 AM - Forum: [INTRODUCTIONS] - Replies (1)

Zizi, she/her, 23. Play toys and games TCP Yippee

[Image: Cardigan-241215162938-0.png] <- My thang

(unforchies i already have beef with the antispam because first it wouldn't let me post with my vpn on and THEN it ate my post because i had the audacity to remake my entire post too fast)

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  Conflicting Narrations: Crownkiller's Mulligan
Posted by: ThreadLurkingComorant - 02-24-2025, 09:44 PM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS] - Replies (9)

Conflicting Narrations: Crownkiller's Mulligan


This is a Interactive Narrative with ARG Elements

The Audience is encouraged to suggest actions.

Tutor, The Last of Tiles.

You wear the name of your fallen comrades' guild as your own.

Your classification is: The Executioner, a master of arms, poise, and intimidation.

This is a meta narrative of war, romance, and the bonds between revolutionists

Content Warnings will be listed as needed but allow the above to set the tone.

Thank you.

 






[Image: NewMulligan1-1.png]
[image description: A anthropomorphic dog woman is digging through the drawers of the perspective character.]

 

You feel the rumblings of a Stranger beside your bed.

"Must be around here somewhere.."

"That tome doesn't seem to be the correct one.. you've added quite a few nice trinkets since then though.."

Your eyes go open, a woman is fiddling through your personal belongings.

Your body cannot move, your allies are seemingly out of sight.

Your comrade is next to you, sleeping behind where you are facing.

You try to stir as much as you can to wake them up, alert them.

They seem to not respond.

You can feel their breathing calm..

You really want to strike..  but your lance is across the room.

You made a pact, in a crisis like these you can summon a secondary arm, a weapon to complement your talents. to protect yourself and others..

Picture something, anything that could scare off the intruder.

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  The Reconstruction of Plaza [Crankshaft Rafflesian]
Posted by: ThreadLurkingComorant - 02-22-2025, 12:08 AM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS] - Replies (3)

CW: Explorations of grief, Nostalgic Depression, Gentrification, and Supernatural concepts that involve memory dissonance.

Perspective: Dorothy "Dotty" Coil

 


[Image: Fleeting%20Memories%201-1.png]
[image description: First Person Perspective shot of Dotty pointing at a odd tower rising out of the ocean. A anthropomorphic rabbit woman, Lex, is on the side with her head tilting toward the viewer ]
 

You're just a touch late for your date.

Nothing too serious, she texted you where she'd be around and..

At this point 30 minutes of leeway is kind of expected. It's not too bad though, the nighttime air has always been a bit of piece for the two of you...

Though you're about a hour past this time, bleh...

You spot her leaning over the rail, maybe a little too close to the ledge for your own comfort.

The rabbit's always been just a touch devil-may-care, it's kind of her charm but...

You don't feel like taking a chance, it's not her first time beefing this.

You dive in, hugging her to discreetly secure her from taking a dunk into the ocean water.

Her ears perk up immediately.

Lex: Hey!

Dotty: Hey.

Lex: Was worried they were gonna keep you overtime with well..

Dotty: Same. Work has me a bit busy, Darkest Night's a whole thing and being a Match Monitor well..

Lex: Safety inspection stuff..

Dotty: Safety checks on the two weeks of the year where we got a uptick of prank related injuries. Know how it is. Bright side is things've gone pretty smooth so far? Policy changes done us wonders lately.. but yeah.

Lex: Happens right?

Dotty: Still..

Lex: If you feel so bad we can just stay out a little extra late, like old times?

Dotty: Hmm...

Lex: You're gonna just give me the hmm?

Dotty: I might need a little more fuel, thinking we gotta find a nice diner for a break.

Lex: I mean yeah... I could do with that..

Dotty: So whatcha been up to yourself today?

Lex: We spent the day helping Spice and Targe, they got a booth to set up every evening.  Gonna have to work some night shifts this weekend but next week I'm free.

Dotty: Witchiest time of the season.

Lex: Yep. Proud of them for going this far though with like.. everything really.

Dotty: Yeah... those two married yet?

Lex: Sorta? Like not officially and they don't really use the word but..

Dotty: But they're pretty much settled.

Lex: Yeah. Not their vibe to do it on paper like that, more old school. Pact maybe.

Dotty: That's cute..

Lex: It's a whole way of life, committed to that.

She places her hand on yours.

Lex: Think in the end they're practically as locked in as we are,  just a different way to word it.

Dotty: Don't know if you really can...

Lex: Hehe, feel it.

You give her a little look over.

Dotty: Surprised you're not dressed up, don't you usually get in on all that?

Lex: Usually? But like... bushed today. I'll get more into it after the half point. You wanna maybe get in on it too?

Dotty: Please! I've been working on a couple of things in secret so-

Lex: How secret?

Dotty: You'll have to wait and see.

Lex: A hint?

Dotty: Nope! Not yet..

Her eyes seem pretty fixated toward the horizon, you try to hone in.

Dotty: Whatcha looking at? Seem pretty intense...

Lex: Yeah? well uhhhh. I dunno, see some funny light going on. New tower maybe? Sometimes they pop up in the ocean. If you look carefully...

You zoom in just a bit.

She's right.

You point toward it.

Dotty: That?

Lex: Yeah. Always got a bit of a dreamy vibe. Have a soft spot for them..

You shake your head.

Dotty: Thing feels kinda scary honestly..

Lex: Really? Always seemed so magical...

Dotty: And that's why!

Lex: I just think it's pretty too, fan of that sort I think.

She grabs onto your shoulder.

Lex: You know?

Dotty: You're silly..

Lex: Okay but I mean it-

Dotty: Yeah.

Lex: And at this point you gotta accept it a little.

Dotty: Yeeeeah...

Lex: I wanna hear it, say you're cute.

Dotty: You say it!

Lex: No, compliment yourself.

Dotty: It's so corny though... can I put a pin in that?

Lex: Hmm... as long as it happens tonight?

Dotty: I'll take those terms.

Lex: Holding you to it-

There's a flicker at a distance, like lightning crackling.

Lex: Oh wow...

Dotty: Those are uh... origin flashes, yeah?

Lex: Mm! Must mean the tower is new-new. Wonder where it all goes honestly..

Another flash, brighter..

Dotty: I think I wanna go somewhere else for a bit...

Lex: Right now? Like...

Dotty: Please?

Another flash, one that has people around startled.

Lex: Yeah, okay. Why don't we just-

 
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[image description: The tower flickers with lightning, a flash of still images from past interactions with people close to Dotty speeding by in a abstracted way]
 

There's very little time to make of what happens next. The worst crackling of your life, taking you back to the worst of days your memories can process...

And then suddenly your best..

And your best is now and forever ago..

And still to come..


 

 
The Reconstruction of Plaza: Crankshaft Rafflesian
Act 1, Rancher's Memory
Your name is Dorothy, Dotty for short.

You wake up in your practically empty apartment.

You were refurbished, a old model construct gone dormant in the aftermath of a old disaster.

Your vintage frame feels heavy.

Your empty room welcomes you with a sterile glow, only broken by the little relief of the world outside your window.

You need to get some rest for work tomorrow, but sleep refuses to come no matter how hard you try.

You wonder if you're really as functional as they swear, your body and mind never feel entirely there.

Broken even... 

A walk, some air, a little time around the people.

Maybe a bite at a burger joint, food's been a reliable comfort in your few years being conscious again.

Just a quick, easy, unremarkable run grab something is all you need to ease your mind right now..

Get up.

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[image description: A monochrome room with a view of a odd looking refurbished home outside. It's evening.]

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  Cracked Shipping [Non-Canon Date Scenario]
Posted by: ThreadLurkingComorant - 02-14-2025, 10:10 PM - Forum: [OFFICIAL PROJECTS] - No Replies

Disclaimer: Anything can be canon if I like it enough.

The Suite
CW: None
Characters: Tutor Tiles, Mar C. Judgment
Perspective: Tiles
A fated meeting in Castle Styx between a Diamond and a Heart.




Your clothes charred on the edges, scales of your armor compromised with dents and cracks.

It was a delivery job, one that now has you defending a safehouse from a siege.

You needed to hold the fort, tank it out until Starman's cavalry could arrive safely.

It's very quickly became clear this was a losing battle, you needed a fresh hand.

You make it through the portal with a less than graceful landing.

Your brain becomes lucid from the haze of combat, you call out for help.

You are on the verge of collapsing on your knees.

Tiles: Lash!? Styx!?

There's a rattling noise and a little pitched squeak, must be the former roaming around these parts.

Tiles: Lashy!

You spot someone turning the corner from behind a bookshelf.

You pause.

Though the presence in front of you feels reminiscent, this is definitely not her. She fully comes out.

Tall, like Steel on Porcelain. A armored mesh of a proxy poised as a timid bird.

Tiles: Sorry to bother you...

She shakes her head at you.

???: You've done me no wrong.. are you another client?

There was a little tilt of the head. Faceless and yet the cadence of her voice makes the gesture feel warm.

Tiles: Not in the usual sense, we have a small contract but nothing too binding-

???: Ah, a part-timer?

Tiles: A way to put it.

She offers a hand out to you, metal and segmented at the joints.

You take it without reluctance. With a good tug she helps you to your feet.

???: You seem quite weary..

Tiles: In the middle of a rough one...

???: Your plating is damaged..

Tiles: It's nothing much to worry about, I have a friend who'll take care of it later. Right now I've got to gather my bearings so... may I?

???: Only if you allow me to repair your gear.

TIles:.. You, know how to do that?

Suppose it's a bit of a silly question, her appearance reminds you of some of the armor work you've worn yourself but.. the particular threading style seemed too close. Was she one of your own?

Tiles: Do you have a guild you work under?

???: Judgment... the name is Mar Judgment.

Her stature, her tone.. was this someone from a distant time?  A land opposite to yours? It didn't really feel like it made much sense..

Her aura reminds you of Styx, she must be a proxy made under his pact.. but why?

Mar: I can handle it quick, get you warmed up and ready to go back as good as new.

Tiles: You are a smith in truth then? I would love that much right now..

Mar: My operator's a bit of a tinker, one who's more than familiar with your era of armor. Bit of a fan of the classics.. think I am too.

From the future...

Was that really..? She didn't just hit on you in a time like-

No you've done plenty of this yourself. It's a classic trick, a little well placed levity helps push people through dire times and..

No time to get scatterbrained.  If she can get you back in the game, you're set.

Tiles: Do so, then perhaps a hot drink to help gather ourselves?

Mar: I can have that done..

A little diamond shaped rift slowly guided out a table, tools, and materials to get the job done.

Mar: Could you...

You give her a nod and let her take a closer look at the dress.

Mar: I can buffer out a lot of it, replace some of the plates that are a hazard to you.. what guild are you from?

Tiles: I'm the Last of Tiles..

She makes a sudden noise.

Does she know more than you..?

Mar: I'm sorry to hear that.. was it recent or-

Tiles: It'll never stop feeling fresh but... I've spend the past year in good company...

Mar: Mm.. friends?

Tiles: Friends, comrades, incredible ones of all sorts.. You have that sort?

Mar: Mmhmm, thank god really..

Tiles: As much as I can..

She gets to work quite quickly with the pace of a field medic under fire.

Tiles: You don't have to go all out like that-

Mar: You have people waiting for you. Even if time works differently in here, I don't want you to be unprepared if you have less room to rest than you expect.

Tiles: Wise words, you really are the real deal..

The proxy's face cracks open to make a small, silly smile.

Mar: From someone like yourself, I think that's high praise..

Tiles: Completely earned... is your operator here right now?

Mar: Mm? No, giving me a rest for today. He's been working himself to the bone I think, really doing his best to find a long term place to work.

Tiles: A time of peace then..

Mar: In the loosest sense, there's never such a thing.

TIles: Aye..

You lean in a little to get a better look at her.

Mar: Hold it, you're going to make my hand slip.

Tiles: You remind me of someone..

Mar: Yourself?

Tiles: Well.. more than that-

Mar: I'm aware that Styx had a knight he was friends with, I figured that's you.. I think he misses you often..

Tiles: And you-

Mar: I have a lot to think of seeing you in person, it's clear my form is product of that but.. admittedly it's nice to know what he pictured as the perfect guildsman.

Tiles: Does-

You stop yourself.

As much as you want to pry it's for the best you don't ask too much. It's a rule you've been kept to, don't get too direct about future events.

Tiles: This is the first time we've met?

Mar: Mmhmm!

Tiles: That's... quite nice. Then we're on consistent terms.

Mar:  Mm.. I see plenty of past allies and clients of his show here briefly and.. admittedly it makes me nervous.

Tiles: And why's that?

Mar: Because eventually, they will never be seen again. All that has happened will not change, and all that will come knows when my clock runs out. Suppose that's natural..

Tiles: Death type..

Mar: Mm? I suppose. You can see that much?

Tiles: The snake's playbook gives me his eye. I can look at you and get more than most.

Mar: Mm, such as?

Tiles: Well.. I can see that you're a oddity.

Mar: Obviously but that's vague..

Tiles: You exist as many....

Mar: Mmhmm!

Tiles: Became strong through great hardship..

Mar: That's to be expected..

Tiles: A Category World, you're complete in a way few can..

Mar: It came out of necessity, what more can I say?

Tiles: And...

You pause.

You can look at anyone and find out details they've never known, will never find out about themselves.

The closer you gaze, the more things become clear to you..

Tiles: Gallows?

There's a spike of pain to her on hearing that.

Tiles:.. Is he-

Mar: No, not in form you'd recognize....

Tiles: I see.. then you are-

Mar: I can't give specifics but... the life he lives now I hope is kinder.

Another life then.. that confirms your hunch but..

Does it happen sooner or later?

After the war? Do you get that far or-

Mar: Things are okay...

Tiles: Mm..

She pulls her hands away, starting to pack up shop.

Tiles: Done already?

Mar: Should be! Tell me how it feels.

You twirl around, it's more comfortable and tuned proper than it has been in a good while.

Tiles: You're a pro, just as good as the one back home..

Mar: Think so?

Tiles: Mmhmm. Think she'd be impressed if I'm honest. Have to introduce you two at some point.

You reach out a hand to her.

She lets you have her own, a confused look to her blank face.

Tiles: You dance, yes?

Mar: Well yes but-

Tiles: I want to know you a little more if that's alright..

Mar: If you do.. I need the mood just right.

She pulls away and starts toward a table on the side.

A radio setup unlike any you've seen is tuned with until some slow piece comes on.

Tiles: They still listen to this sort of thing in your time?

She returns to position.

Mar: Why not? It's not as if it ever truly left..

Tiles: But do they perform or-

Mar: Some do, if people truly love something they will never let it die.

Tiles: A nice way to look at that..

You let a little cackle slip.

Mar: Funny thought?

Tiles: Absolutely. Checking you.

Mar: Wha-

You dip her dramatically, a little squeak coming out of her.

There's a pause, a smug smile against the nervous bird..

And then you lift her back upright.

Mar: N-never been on the receiving end of one of those...

Tiles: Handle with your size often, what can I really say?

Mar: Someone special?

Tiles: More than one.

Mar: Waow..

You start breaking out laughing.

Tiles: You're silly, pleasant way.

Mar: Think you have to be, big metal bird and all that.

Tiles: A very fashionable one.

Mar: I am but a canvas to be painted on.

Tiles: Will I meet the artist?

Mar: Not today I think.. but...

The song ends, a cut to a radio station bumper. The proxy pulls away from you for a moment, giving you a sweet little grin.

Mar: I promised you a hot drink, no?

Tiles: Right.. don't feel like you've got to rush.

Mar: I'll do my best..

As she scurries off, you feel a tap on the shoulder. You turn to see Lash, Styx's proxy.

Tiles: There you are, tad late.

Lash: Things are hectic right now, high traffic..

Tiles: I understand.. you see her before?

Lash: You know the rules..

Tiles:... Mm. How am I doing on time?

Lash: You have enough to wrap up nicely..

Tiles: But not long.

Lash: Or enough, I can tell you're having a nice time.

Tiles: Wonderful honestly. I almost don't want to leave, it's all so fast and so soon..

Lash: I know.

Tiles: You deal with this all the time, must drive you mad. Being in the center of all timeframes at once, bumping into folks from across eras, never seeing them again..

Tiles: I wish I could take her back with me, she'd fit so well with everyone else.

Tiles: Is there no way to do so?

Lash: She has a reason to be in the time she's in, as much as the uncertainty hurts.

Tiles: It really does..

Lash puts a hand of comfort on your shoulder.

Tiles: I get attached to people too quick, bad for my mental health..

Lash: Life's too short to not care of others I think. And for now you should focus!

A nudge toward Mar, now holding a tray of hot chocolate and sweets.

Tiles: You're just quick on all fronts, aren't you?

Mar: Mmhmm,, See lash is here. Think she'd-

Lash: I'm quite busy at the moment but later? Broth and I are watching a movie!

Mar: I'll hold you to that.. Tiles? You still have time?

Lash gives you a little nod.

Tiles: Of course..

Mar: Settle down with me then just a little longer...

Tiles: My pleasure.

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  [PWYW] TCP sketch comms [Forum Cash]
Posted by: MonochromeClown - 01-08-2025, 11:36 AM - Forum: [MARKET] - Replies (4)

Give me a TCP to doodle, I'll sketch them and then you pay whatever in forum cash.

This'll be done either traditionally or in mspaint depending on my energy level.

(Please forgive the sloppy formatting I am on my mobile)

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  your local
Posted by: Lucy - 01-02-2025, 09:07 AM - Forum: [SHITPOSTS] - Replies (94)

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  [GAME] ROLL TO DODGEMCARS
Posted by: Lucy - 01-02-2025, 08:52 AM - Forum: [FORUM GAMES] - Replies (6)

Simple game, this is a roll to dodge. 3-6 people enter, one person leaves. Every turn players will submit an action, which i will then write out the results of according to a dice roll. 1 being a critical failure from which you will likely not survive, 5 being a total success, and 6 being a complete overshoot from which you will likely not survive. We have fun here.
Actions will be processed in the order they are posted. First come first served.

To enter simply make a character. You can be as brief or as elaborate as you want, all I strictly need is a name and a short physical description of them.

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HELLO FINE FOLKS, it's me, youre lovely inter dimensional demonic being and generally suave host.
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SLIDESHOWS ROB.

I WILL BE NEEDING SIX, thats right folks, SIX (or three) WONDERFUL wonderful entrants today, to compete, for glory and theiur fucking lives. Lets dodge some cars.

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