SchoolStyleRoach

I deal with self hatred because of my asexuality, and it’s something I have never once been able to find professional help with because the professionals I’ve gone to seem to not comprehend that I’m not repressing these feelings, I just genuinely don’t experience them.

No idea what to do wihh these guys colors. They just feel wrong

Except for them. I love them. They’re so dumb.

Silk seems to believe themself to be a 51-year-old male priest for some unknown matriarchal religion called eredinism or a 21-year old woman stuck in the middle of a workplace love triangle (like a real love triangle.) Other than these two backstories, their behavior is fluid. Nothing about how these two characters behave is consistent, other than them reverting to a meek anxious persona whenever confronted with any kind of challenge. The silk growing out of their body is dated to exactly two years in the future down to the second, and is constantly being woven by a 79-year-old man living on the peak of a mountain in west Arkansas (Arkansas became a mountain state, with the entire state consisting of 7 large mountains.) When in proximity to the man they gain a weird level of clarity and act like a human. It is unknown what will happen when this man dies. The two seemingly have no personal connection and don’t know each other.

The basic idea behind these characters is a bunch of extraexplainable characters larping humanity

This is Frank. Short for Frankly. Frank genetically belongs to the species Cacomantis flabelliformis (Fan-tailed cuckoo), yet shares no traits with them. He’s got a head full of air (in a literal sense), and his speech is involuntarily subtitled. If you can hear him talking or making a distinct sound, generic subtitles will appear near the bottom of your vision. He is legally blind and easily exausted. He can speak almost any language, but other than somali, french, and second person perspective English, he speaks at a toddler level. He is venomous to the touch, although he has no mechanism to produce said venom. The venom only shows any kind of effect on around half of the people exposed to it. Generally it just mildly stings.

Wife.

Wife is a Y shaped parasite that implants its body in a persons spinal cord and eats the host’s insides, while growing into their skin. Physiologically, they are very similar to a worm. When within the host, they are only visible through the eyes, which their arm poke out of slightly. The host does not decay. They have been using this specific host for around 50 years. Wife’s name is constantly changing, as they tend to take the name of the last person they talked to. The only part of the body wife does not eat is the skin and brain. they are vulnerable to prion diseases.

Chip

This is sheet. I can’t decide on their colors and I don’t care too much.

They would be bilingual if they weren’t mute. They will mouth words and their fellow creatures will stop to listen as if they hear something. What they could be hearing is unknown as they never acknowledge what they could be saying. They are a plant. This has never been biologically confirmed, but it is known to be true. They can breathe in water and liquid chlorophyll.

bird is in desperate need of a redesign and I don’t care to much about them

No idea what to do wihh these guys colors. They just feel wrong

Except for them. I love them. They’re so dumb.

Silk seems to believe themself to be a 51-year-old male priest for some unknown matriarchal religion called eredinism or a 21-year old woman stuck in the middle of a workplace love triangle (like a real love triangle.) Other than these two backstories, their behavior is fluid. Nothing about how these two characters behave is consistent, other than them reverting to a meek anxious persona whenever confronted with any kind of challenge. The silk growing out of their body is dated to exactly two years in the future down to the second, and is constantly being woven by a 79-year-old man living on the peak of a mountain in west Arkansas (Arkansas became a mountain state, with the entire state consisting of 7 large mountains.) When in proximity to the man they gain a weird level of clarity and act like a human. It is unknown what will happen when this man dies. The two seemingly have no personal connection and don’t know each other.

The basic idea behind these characters is a bunch of extraexplainable characters larping humanity

This is Frank. Short for Frankly. Frank genetically belongs to the species Cacomantis flabelliformis (Fan-tailed cuckoo), yet shares no traits with them. He’s got a head full of air (in a literal sense), and his speech is involuntarily subtitled. If you can hear him talking or making a distinct sound, generic subtitles will appear near the bottom of your vision. He is legally blind and easily exausted. He can speak almost any language, but other than somali, french, and second person perspective English, he speaks at a toddler level. He is venomous to the touch, although he has no mechanism to produce said venom. The venom only shows any kind of effect on around half of the people exposed to it. Generally it just mildly stings.

Wife.

Wife is a Y shaped parasite that implants its body in a persons spinal cord and eats the host’s insides, while growing into their skin. Physiologically, they are very similar to a worm. When within the host, they are only visible through the eyes, which their arm poke out of slightly. The host does not decay. They have been using this specific host for around 50 years. Wife’s name is constantly changing, as they tend to take the name of the last person they talked to. The only part of the body wife does not eat is the skin and brain. they are vulnerable to prion diseases.

Chip

No idea what to do wihh these guys colors. They just feel wrong

Except for them. I love them. They’re so dumb.

Silk seems to believe themself to be a 51-year-old male priest for some unknown matriarchal religion called eredinism or a 21-year old woman stuck in the middle of a workplace love triangle (like a real love triangle.) Other than these two backstories, their behavior is fluid. Nothing about how these two characters behave is consistent, other than them reverting to a meek anxious persona whenever confronted with any kind of challenge. The silk growing out of their body is dated to exactly two years in the future down to the second, and is constantly being woven by a 79-year-old man living on the peak of a mountain in west Arkansas (Arkansas became a mountain state, with the entire state consisting of 7 large mountains.) When in proximity to the man they gain a weird level of clarity and act like a human. It is unknown what will happen when this man dies. The two seemingly have no personal connection and don’t know each other.

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.

Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.

He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.

“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”

The crowd murmured with embarrassment.

“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.

“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.

“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”

Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”

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Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.

“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”

Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.

“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”

THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.

“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.

Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.

“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”

Laios and Marcille held their breath.

“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”

Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.

Everyone turned to him.

Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.

“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.

“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.

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WIP: I’ve got some friends looking out for you!