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Hi, its me. The warmest creature in the world. I love you. Im the warmest creature in the world and I love you so much and I need to be in your lap right now. Yes, I know about the heat wave. That's okay though because I was already the warmest creature in the world so I don't mind. I love you and you need to let me sleep in your lap right now. I'm soooo warm and I love you sooo much. If you say no you'll be saying no to a thing that love you. Let me sleep in your lap. When I fall asleep I get warmer. I love you
Peeling off the broken breastplate of a stoic knight who only fights and never speaks, just to realize there’s nothing in there. Not metaphorically—the armor is literally empty. It doesn’t appear to affect him. If the armor stays mostly in the shape of a knight, he just gets back up to keep fighting. But with the chest plate off he just sits there, equally impervious to curiosity as I reach up into the cavity where his body might’ve gone. Stubbornly, no answers are found anywhere in there.
So I forge him a new breastplate and on the inside, because I know he has plenty of room, I put a little pocket. Not big enough to hold anything functional of course. Just a little extra piece to see what he’ll do with it.
He comes back next time with some grievous injury to his nothing, presumably from the massive shredded gash across his thigh plates. He sits and waits. I fix it for him. He is still nothing in there. I decide to add a drawing on the inside, of the type of beast I imagine could rend metal into scraps with a single blow. He puts it back on. He no longer moves as if he is injured.
Over time the interior of the knight becomes decorated with whatever odds and ends I could think to attach to the inside of a guy who’s got room to carry it. What really gets me is that he never removes any of it. Never requests a change. Not even when I installed a curtain rod for a small tapestry, or a bud vase to carry roses for his beloved, or an accordion folder for letters. He didn’t say a word for any of the many, many drawings of mythical beasts that now fight forever inside of his shell.
There are plenty of other forges. I’m not entirely sure why he keeps coming back here anyway. We’re pretty popular, but he could get his armor fixed a lot quicker (and with fewer ridiculous modifications) literally anywhere else. I asked him if I could get a look at his nothing again. He flipped up his visor and nodded his head so I could take a look. It was the same as it had been, filled with drawings and trinkets and weird little fixtures I’d put in there. I asked if he was annoyed by it, or liked it, or felt anything at all, but he literally only ever says nothing, so I’m not sure why I asked.
There’s not much room left in his nothing now. When he comes back for repairs I’ve had to fix my own foolish additions. Some of these pieces are intricate and irritating to repair, but I fix them anyway. It feels wrong to take any of it away from him now, even though I’ve been rudely encroaching on his nothingness to the point where it’s barely even there. How he squeezes his nothing back into a body so full, I’ll never understand. But it’s a game to me now, finding a spot not yet filled and putting something there. A dark part of me wonders if he ever gets filled up completely, if whatever sorcery holds the nothing-knight together may break, and it will all clatter unceremoniously to the floor.
When he hands me his breastplate yet again, it is so shockingly disfigured that I wonder if being made of nothing has somehow kept him alive. No ordinary knight could sustain such injuries. So I fix it. And he waits, unmoving, in a quiet corner of the forge. It’s like he’s watching, even though I know the reading glasses I put inside his helmet were just for fun. I’m careful to put it all back exactly the way it was when he last left. There’s no room to add more this time.
He examines the breastplate, and pauses before putting it back on, like he’s looking for something. Is he worried about the fit? But it suits him just as it always did. He calmly points to a little space, about an inch, between a miniature shelf and one of many pockets. There’s nothing there. I ask him what’s wrong, and again he points. It’s the most emotion I’ve ever seen from him, and it’s barely anything at all. I take it to mean he wants something there.
I spend some time engraving a little snail in the gap. He watches, as much as nothing can watch. When I’m finished he holds the breastplate, but he doesn’t put it on right away. I ask him if something’s still wrong. He says nothing, and puts it on. I tell him I can’t add anything else. Even if he could ask, there’s no room left.
Next time he comes back, there’s nothing wrong with his armor—he lets me check to make sure. I ask him what he’s doing here. Out from one of many pockets, he retrieves a tiny rusted knife. It’s in miserable condition, barely worth saving. I tell him I could make him a nice new one, but I’ll fix it if he likes. He puts it away and reaches around to find something else, a needle and thread. Better condition, but I’m not a sewist and I tell him as much. He puts them away. He then retrieves a little twisted piece of wax paper. I open it. It’s candy. I ask if I can eat it. He says nothing. I eat it. It’s flavored with cinnamon. I’m surprised he let me take it.
He keeps bringing me candy now. His armor is the most laborious to repair out of every client my forge serves, but it’s my own fault so I can’t complain. Sometimes he keeps me company while I work. I wonder if he is trying to tell me something when he hands me mints. I wonder again at the lemon lozenges. He stares at me when I eat, as much as nothing can stare.
One day he brings me a little jar of honey. I thank him, I tell him I’ll save it for dinner. He watches me work, he puts his repaired armor back on, and he stays. My shift passes slowly, and when I finally pack up to leave it’s dark outside. He follows me out of the forge. I ask him where he’s going. He points to the jar in my hand. I ask him if he wants to watch me eat it. He says nothing, but the nothing-knight clearly wants something, so I open the lid and dunk my finger in the honey. I try not to get any on my chin. He stands there, inches away, watching me try to consume this jar of honey without a utensil. It tastes like clovers. About half the jar is left when I’ve finally had enough of pretending to be a bear, but he doesn’t move to leave.
I ask if he’s going to follow me home. He says nothing. I tell him he can if he wants to. Again, nothing. I start walking, and he follows at my side. I know he’s not going to say anything ever, so I fill the silence. I tell him I’m grateful for the sweets, I tell him about how his various components are made, I tell him I’ve never met anyone made of nothing before. I tell him it’s a rare opportunity for a smith to work so much on the inside of something. He says nothing. I tell him again how much I like the candy.
It occurs to me that maybe filling me with sugar is as close as he can get to filling someone else’s empty armor with trinkets. I’m not sure if that’s really why he does it. I tell him I don’t have room to be filled with anything on the inside, not like him. I’m not a container for much besides food. He offers me another piece of candy. Maybe he likes containing something, the way I like to feel full. Maybe it’s nothing at all.
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I didn’t edit this even a little bit. Thanks for reading!
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Pics are screenshots of a reel by joshjohnsoncomedy and the quote reads "art can save your life, art can absolutely save your life. I believe it from the bottom of my heart, but believe me when I tell you that entertainment will never be your salvation. Entertainment by and large is escapism, and no one has ever escaped their chains by forgetting they were there."
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TAG YOUR MOOTS AND MAKE THEM EXPLAIN THEIR USERNAMES LORE
Starting with me:
Hyyl18 because when i was youngest i had a group in a random app with some friends and i didnt knew qhat username to use so i decided to create one with things i used to read since we were talking abt fanfic in this group so: Hot Yaoi Yuri Lemon +18 stuff (i was in my dirty era dont dare to judge me). Hyyl18 thats it. Now i use it everywhere yay
@patroclus-is-the-bigger-person @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @cuntyteardrop @glassesgirlies @leninthestarlight @bardorsomethinglikethat anyone else who wanna join tbh yay
So mine comes from among us, specifically around the time they added the account feature and you could generate random names and at some point i got "privygrid" and it like immediately resonated with me so i use it everywhere now
tags with my questions/guesses below the cut
@chocymilkmilo (i mean ik but im still gonna tag) @viktorscuntywaist (i wonder) @ebulatheduck (why duck???) @boosterseat3 (random words?) @plutonium-17 (chemistry person) @cyxnmoon (i always fuck up ur name at first when im typing it) @kasane-poteto-chip (p o t e t o) + whoever wants to join
i need to make like a moot list cuz i know im forgetting people, sorry if i forgot you ily
my username is nebula without the first letter, and that's actually the name of basically an oc i have who's a duck, and she's a duck because i had (and still have) an obsession with ducks when i was maybe 9 years old. it's explained more here
tags below the cut (holy hell i have so many mutuals)
During covid I was playing roblox with my brother and we decided to change our display names in a game so we wouldn't know who we were (it was kinda like a murder mystery type game) and when I couldn't think of a name I looked to my surroundings, and I'm 99% sure I had drawn a "dum flowr" doodle on a sticky note. And I've just kept it since cuz tbf it gets the jist of who I am
Mine hasn’t changed since I first got on tumblr as a 12 year old xD Breeze is my name and for the second part I love the song Moon River, also I was at the height of my moon!Varian obsession and I love to swim -> water -> river so it was a funny coincidence that it matched :3 also it sounded very fancy and aesthetic to young me xD
Hm, aight! Basically, this one's an old one, barring the 300 i've started adding :v About uh... fifteen or more years ago, one of my fave games was Bionicle Heroes for the PC (i had a pirated copy my dad got me :3 ) and well...
@scribbl3dog (my main), I've always loved to draw and write, so scribble, and I was fairly certain that my fursona would stay a dog, hence the dog, the 3 in the username is just there to look cool (and also since @scribbledog already exists), the 3 was inspired by the titles of Femtanyl songs
@scribblethedog (roleplay blog), I liked the scribble in my username so much that I made it the name of my fursona, who eventually branched out into her own character,
@thefatjolteon (reblog blog) was originally thefatflareon, but I really like yellow so I used jolteon so I could make the blog extra yellow, I used an eevelution since my sister really likes eevee and often makes us play where we both have to be eeveelutions where I always choose either flareon or jolteon, the 'fat' is self-expalantory, it flowed a bit better when I was called flareon but I kept it when I switched to Jolteon since there aren't a lot of adjectives starting with J that I vibe with
My username, realbakedtoast/BakedToast, is pretty stupid tbh. It comes from the fact that I wanted a good online username to attract attention as a content creator.
I was thinking about names that I could go by one night and ended up with BakedToast because I found the idea of bread that you toast in an oven silly since it's toast that wasn't made in a toaster, but it's still called toast.
And that's basically it! That's where it came from lol!
Your turn, moots!
@bobo-kix @softholly @tbcbtq-v-real @kibble-mp4 @bitchwholikesrobots @red-cedar @soysaucelobster @ziekkfreak2-0 @iamaconfusedbisexual @staarbug @thestrangebleble @wd-jax @tob1xas @ethmo1d @pouringplumwine @lwlfire @viridiancolors @nerdman23 @whenyrplayingdead @roadkillcritter @strangelycasualhorror @lazynameforme @polteghost @deargoditsallperidot @ser1al-designation-n @unofficialaziraphale @midnightbloggo @tutullyunreal + all my other moots that I may have forgot to tag!
My username is an oc... is anyone surprised?
The oc was originally a tadc oc for a character that came into the circus as a ghost, but after I got a friend to draw the oc, I just decided that would be my new online presence. The name is an edited version of the word "Poltergeist".
Off to you, Moots
@l3m0nxxx @leymax @sillyfaewitch @patchfison @mintidotxml @moonstorm-wof @mattsqueakerdraws @soysaucelobster @elasticpraetorianclarity and anyone else i am forgetting :3
Well, I'm pretty sure I've told my username lore to you before Polty, but why not share?
So, I was pretty into Sonic as a kid as a lot of kids are, among other things.. Sally Face, for example, if you grew up the same way, you can probably guess more, but that's all that's important.
I used to make a lot of OCs, Sonic OCs, that I'd cross over to other fandoms, and out came 'Patch', Patch the Fox. A red and black female 3 tailed fox, yes I played that one Sonic Roblox RP game a lot, yes she was in that.
I've kept her for years, and, later down the line I got into Sally Face. I decided my girl needed a last name, that wasn't just 'Fox', so I took the last names of Sal and Larry, 'Fisher' and 'Johnson', and made Fis-on
Patch Fison
That's also why Fison is said 'Fish-on'.
My username is an OC I've used as a "persona" for years.
So I have a bunch of different usernames across different platforms, but one thing they all have in common is the word "Silly" because of a thing I had to do in theatre a long while back where I put a word that starts with the same letter as my first name (my first name starts with S) and since I'm self deprecating I didn't wanna do smart or sweet or something like that, but obviously we couldn't put anything negative, so I thought of silly since its not too positive but its not too negative either so now I use the word silly in all my users :3
my usernames are always something with lemons like lemonsareamazing (my discord), l3m0nxxx, and blah blah blah citrus blah. so basically i was one of those kids who would do some weird wacky shit to get attention and it was particularly when i had to pack my own lunches in the 5th grade. i packed a full cucumber, loose grapes, and other random things so one day my friend dared me to bring a full lemon and eat it at recess, peel and seeds and everything. so obviously i did.
i packed a lemon and gathered a few kids behind the bins and started eating it in its entirety (i almost vomited a few times) and yeah thats it. lemons have also been my favourite fruit for FOREVERRRRRRRR because i love sour foods.
so when signing up for discord and tumblr and other sites i was like "hey wait i need a username thats easy to remember. wait LEMON"
My “surname” is applied in order to be an “S” and rhyme with the first name, given to me by my Latin teacher.
I’ll let my ArtFight snippets do the rest of the talking:
The next bit included because I do not actually like being called “Stella” even though I’ve kind of gotten acclimated to it and do it self-referentially to public-facing platforms like this, especially since it’s easier for folx to remember, and people tend to misspell my “first” name or call me Nutella … sigh. Which is annoying on more than one level.
Aw, the kids still do forum games. I'm proud. (/aff)
I mean, uh... Thank you, Metella.
(Told myself that if I found one interesting person to follow I would participate. Person found, so here I am... I'm shy AND introverted. I'd say don't @ me, but I already have been, so what's the use... :P)
My name is the result of writing DnD campaigns at 2am in the morning instead of, like, sleeping... or animation homework... or something else actually useful...
You see, way back when, instead of asking a hallucinating computer as to what to write, we had the power of randomizers. You would either feed the program a list of stuff, or someone would make specialty ones, and you'd hit randomize and pick results you like.
I needed some Inn names, and Seventh Sanctum has a tavern and inn name randomizer. While plinking through, it spat out "The Angelic Dirt Inn" or something of the like, and something about it just... clicked? Like, how neat was that? Angelic. Dirt. Holy Ground.
I was already in the market for a new name, I was already question whether I had MPD (it has a different name now, I think, I know), and people name their kids after places all the time anyways. Without even knowing, sometimes.
So everyday past that, I needed a new name on a site, this is what I picked. This is who I am. It's even our Plural system name. We are the system AngelicDirt. Nice to meet you. <3
And now for the perpetuation bit... 1, 2, 3, who do I see~
@stella-cute, @rad-cat1520, and @salty-qt
(No pressure. It's just, this is a game, it's got rules, and I'm doin' em. :B )
once upon a time there was an app called Vent. and it was getting popular, especially around the kinnie community, right at the time i'd left my abusive ex. i decided i needed a rebrand - my various usernames were all from middle/high school. so i went to make a vent account (now defunct, lol)
i was so incredibly salty, particularly over this ex, but also in general. i think id even recently purchased a pin from sanshee that was just a sparkly salt shaker with the word SALTY.
salty seemed about right. but it's short (and was probably taken, i don't recall). i was trying to be more confident about myself, and i was determined that i was cute. a cutie. which could be abbreviated to qt - which also felt appropriate, as a sort of surname, as im used to having two last initials
thus, saltyqt. some places where i've used the name salty have not needed much explanation 😅 it is unfortunately very apt. when i was finally moving my tumblr name over, the full handle wasn't available so i added the dash. a similar thing happened with discord (which i waited until the last minute bc they were gonna pry my discriminators from my cold dead hands!!!)
so, yeah. i've drawn this out more than was necessary i suppose.
i'll tag some folx, why not, i'm feeling spontaneous. or just tag yourself if you want.
I made this account so long ago I don't remember lmao. Probably it's just two words that I thought sounded cool together, possibly I was humming Killing Moon at the time, I don't know. For internet security reasons I have different usernames everywhere so they're hard to keep track of sometimes
and Spicy Ginger Biscuits is one of the (many) names I gave to our neighbour's cat, one of the greatest cats to ever cat
I think I can guess roughly what most of my mutuals usernames mean so I'll just tag @thermywho because I'm curious and it always makes me think of Doctor Who
and @slashfuhrer because there just <i>has</i> to be a funny story attached to it.
ive seen some folks lately talkin on NEGATIVE REVIEWS and how to deal with them as authors or artists. personally i have not cared about reviews for several decades. negative reviews do not bother me in the slightest and buds often ask me HOW. ill explain a bit here and why this applies to everyone
first, the reason this matters to more than just authors and artists is because GUESS WHAT WE ARE ALL CREATORS. a book can get one star but so can a walk in the park or a sandwich we made. we are all in a state of critique from the world in some way because we are all creators
to narrow it in on AUTHORS however, ill start with something everyone already knows: ART IS SUBJECTIVE. in the most ZOOMED OUT sense, there is no good nor bad art. there are certainly methods of quantifying like 'is it effective?' 'did it move me?' and these are important but not some COSMIC truth
i think a lot of buds realize this and thats great. they say 'i think my book is FIVE STARS and this buckaroo thinks its ONE STAR but its subjective so it really is neither.' this is a great first step but personally its not ENTIRELY how i look at it (and probably where i will lose some thats fine)
i do not see a one star review of my art and think 'art is subjective so that is wrong'. i think 'art is subjective so that is the truth.' because it is. the subjective nature of art does not just mean everyone is wrong, it also means everyone is right. every takedown of my work is correct
i think there is a power in truly accepting this, not in some 'well let me TURN IT AROUND and use these mean quotes as promo' kind of thing (although that is fun too, trot your trot) but in an almost spiritual way, for lack of a better word. to ACCEPT these many truths is a blessing
theres nothing to be bothered by when you recognize that your creation, whether a painting or song or book, is ALL THINGS. it is not about your art being NEITHER good or bad, it is BOTH good and bad. it is BEYOND quantifying and when you start trying to do that you are simply playing a game
and HEY playin games is fun. reviews and critique are important (they are ALSO art). its a dang treat to be reviewed. BUT in the grand cosmic sense it is still a game of trying to put something ethereal into a coherent shape. there is absolutely no reason to get upset over a game
so this is why reviews never bother me. a glowing write up is a blessing. an insulting screed is a blessing. they are both true and i am honored to play the game. if this makes sense to you THATS GREAT hope it helps, and if you are like 'what the heck chuck?' thats okay too buckaroo. LOVE IS REAL
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