Moongoodgirl @moonbolt@mst3k.interlinked.me

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in a dualist universe where humans are souls that are stuck into bodies, i like to think of demons not as tainted souls but as the absence of souls, automata of flesh

they wallow in bodily desires because that's all they are: a body

and because the soul is what fixes a body to its current form, demons' bodies are incredibly mutable, both by their own will and by others'

All of these nicknames are top tier content

urban university fantasy

@kibimon Hey, so, until about a hundred years ago, the way to legally change your name in the US was just to say "This is my name now."

IIRC, it's actually in the constitution that people can change their names when ever they want.

All the rules about legal name stuff is the result of 20th century bureacracy -- the government needed to keep track of who-was-who for taxes and social security and the draft and all.

That's the only reason we have this distinction between legal and chosen names.

ANNUAL REMINDER

there are actually a huge number of boomers who exclusively go by chosen names (Junior, Bubba, Doc, etc) and iʼve definitely heard stories of them getting frustrated by not being able to use those names in official circumstances. humans have been changing their names and going by nicks & epithets for the entirety of chronicled human history; going by Your Legal Name In All Circumstances is largely a Gen Xer thing.

when you see organizations accepting chosen names over legal names, donʼt think of it as a change in social norms. itʼs more just a cultural remembering that bureaucracy doesnʼt define who we are. draw power from that history.

You ever stop to think how interesting it is that we can convey an entire state of mind simply by going "hhhhhh"?

as in, literally sticking a dick inside someone's ear

https://twitter.com/Shukin/status/1152274957751074816

hhhhhHHHH

Introducing damn/sub, where'd you find this

I really wanted to do some character work for Flaps Birdmeister, but I can't decide if it would be funnier if they were or weren't a bird

@fluxom_alt @Sapphicgiraffic On one hand, I tend to put Bird Call in a universe where other anthropomorphic animal people exist because it's more fun to think about

but on the other, it's very funny to imagine that there's maybe a handful of six foot tall anthropomorphic crows, much less ones that do crimes, and yet she gets away with these paper thin disguises all the time

@BestGirlGrace @Sapphicgiraffic "So you're telling me while we were busy checking every attendee for Bird Call, the real one just walked in?"

"Yeah, she got us with the bavarian fire drill again."

"And nobody questioned why a bird would be showing up to ConCon to fix, and I quote, "those telephone poles inside the walls" ????"

"Hey she had a work bag and a clip board."

me in school: ugh, a 500 word essay? that'll take forever!
me now: anyways, here's 500 words in erotic board game fan fiction

Ah, another glorious day as part of the Marquis de Cat's army. The river otters have helped you reclaim this section of the forest from the Lizard Cult, but you're here to keep the peace until the Marquis's war machine can start building sawmills and recruitment centers.

The local rabbits know which side their bread is buttered on, and you barely have to bare your claws or steel to keep yourself fed. Recently, though, the number of locals in their burrows at night have diminished. You swear you hear more activity in the forest than usual, more than the Vagabond usually makes.

But you're a mere foot soldier. You're certainly not being paid enough to start poking around in the scary woods at night.

You retire to the burrow you've claimed as yours. There's a lot of books and pots and pans and stuff- the previous owner probably didn't make out too well during the initial occupation. You're helping yourself to their torches and tea when you hear the doorknob turn. You reach for your sword, but you hung it up by your coat. The door creaks open, and a pair of hooded figures spring in. The breeze from the door blows out the torch. You're tackled to the ground, blinded until your eyes adjust to the dark.

The figures communicate in quick, alien whispers. They shove something over your head. Something hard and light, like wood or bone, with holes for your ears to poke through.

You can hear one of them banging around in the kitchen and dragging a big, heavy pot out. It lands on your chest, and then the figure sits in it to press you to the ground. The other starts hissing and whispering in your ear. It's all nonsense at first, the same inscrutable lizardtongue you hear when you crush the lizards and their gardens.

Something unlocks in your brain. The words start to make sense. A lot of sense. Words about a powerful dragon god and the beautiful peace she'll bring to the forest. The same words twist your tongue, and the conversation flows through the vessel of your body.

The weight on your chest vanishes. You are rewarded with your robes and your hood.

Your eyes, rimmed with glorious green, adjust to the light. The brothers and sisters who have shown you the light are bunnyfolk, ears poking through the eye holes of their head skulls. Just like yours.

The next day, there's a beautiful garden in the village, and the bunnies are much happier. And so are you. And soon, so will be everyone.

Mod dumping fluoride back into the water supply after nutjobs got it taken out

"What about chemtrails?"
"Same thing, except they also help prevent climate change"

"Dear, that's a conspiracy theory. There's no mind control drugs in the water supply. That's why we're here." I say, directing my henchmaids to dump a big vat of Modemoiselle's Mesmeric Musk into the reservoir.

including, but not limited to, "dirty talking over the phone", "putting the phone on your genitals and calling it to create a vibrator effect", "tying someone up with the cord and teasing them with the handset or ringer", and that's not even getting into the supervillain shit Bird Call can do with a telephone and a consenting partner

if you wanna use binoculars and have her stand farther away, that's good. if you wanna have her be in a tree or on a telephone pole, that's good too. Just bird stuff.

She'll pose and stuff, make sure you're both having fun, but the crux of it is that you watch her, be impressed, and maybe write down the parts of it you liked