Starlight Searchers

the "I'll teach you everything" meme redraw from twt ehehe

The 'appreciation' the people of Fionnaworld had for Cake's Stretchy Powers always felt demeaning to her, because they treated as a thing that subsumed any other part of her identity, because it was a thing that set her apart as Different from any other person in that world.

But the Karmic Worm helped her truly love her powers and love herself, because he seems her abilities as amazing… but they're not something that separates her, but makes her part of the greater whole of the constant transformations of the multiverse and the Undergrowth in specific.

And rather than 'overtake' any other part of her identity, it's the thing that reveals and celebrates all the facets of who she is.

He gave her a new angle and a new world where her powers are both unique and what makes her belong.

Karmic Worm lives the space between the Green Multiverse.

The Karmic Worm takes pain and transforms it into something Lighter, something you could live with.

Prismo grants wishes, but they work on 'Monkey's Paws' rules. You could say his Role is to basically turn Wishes into negative consequences.

But more than that, Prismo's most iconic role in this show is as a Being of Creation.

While the Karmic Worm is a Being of Transformation.

Prismo is rather popular among the other cosmic deities, and often hangs out with them and throw parties. Although it's also implied he secretly feels kinda lonely inside.

Karmic Worm has been isolated from all other deities ever since his banishment, but although he misses his brother, he's also connected with the subconscious of all beings in the multiverse through his job in the Undergrowth.

Prismo has spent all of Season 1 mourning Jake

Karmic Worm is now falling in love with Cake.

why are we still here? just to suffer??

Scarab organizes party for Prismo 🎉

Went to go see the movie bout some pretty amazing digging

this was my favourite part

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.