#basic information

Hi guys! We're the Gutz Collective! If you’re used to it already, you may continue to call us Bitty, but if you're new here please call me GUTZ! We use I/me and we/us interchangeably by the way! Just so you're aware.

We block freely! It's not ever personal, but we'd like to have a Fun Time on tumblr! We do have a basic DNI though, but really it's just a list of things that would make us block someone. Here it is!

DNI: Queerphobes, Racists, Xenphobes, Religious discrimination, the Alphabet Bitch (if you know you know), NSFW-only accounts, overly political blogs (I have a whole sideblog for that guys.), "Gore Anons are/could be fake" believers, anti-endos, anti-willos, syscourse, pro-incest/pedophilia/zoophilia, pedophiles, and anyone who likes/makes rape jokes about Poppy and The Prototype.

We have an alter count of 100+, and we refer to our alters as Toons!

Host: Huggy Wuggy (📺🧵)

Alter List!

DISCLAIMER! Please read!

Basic Information About Us:

Bodily 18

Bodily Mexican-American

Bilingual

Learning Japanese

Hobbies include drawing, reading, writing fanfiction, and listening to music

I play Roblox! Only a select few games but I switch it up sometimes just for fun

Uhuehhehehehehehe YouTube

Mmmmmm AO3

Join the Death By Spades Discord server!

Fandoms we are in! - Dandy's World, Forsaken, Danganronpa, FNAF, DCA, TSAMS (kind of. AUs only), Sonic The Hedgehog, Sonic.EXE, The Walking Dead, IT/Welcome To Derry, and a few other ones!

Here are some sideblogs if you are interested! -

@political-gutz : for politics only! block this if you don't want to see any politics from us.

@the-headmate-factory : our personal Build A Headmate blog! we are currently taking requests!

@fort-incest-is-bad : This started off as a safe space for some old drama, but now it's just a fun little thing! It's drama free too.

@gulpingthingsdown : SFW vore/noms blog I don't really post on this one anymore, and feel free to block it anyway! You won't see any of that kind of content here on our main.

@bittyinchrist : Christian blog because we are Christian! I'm a real Christian though and not some bigot using the belief to excuse my bullshit. Feel free to block this one as well!

@not-safe-for-gutz : NSFW sideblog to ensure everyone’s safety and comfort! We encourage you to block this one if you don’t want to see NSFW content from us.

@c00lkidd-hangout-spot : a fun hangout blog for c00lkidd kins and introjects alike! Your source does not have to be Forsaken. That would be quite hypocritical of us!

Uhm. Well. That's about it! I do art and writing on here too. I have a bunch of AUs so check those out!

Calvins introduction

Basic information

I go by many names (Mainly Cal and Calvin), but if you wanna call me anything else— I also go by Liam, Paul, and Randal.

I use he/they pronouns.

I'm transgender (ftm), and bisexual (I'm taken.. ok?)

I'm Hispanic (but I don't speak Spanish very well)

ADHD, anxiety and MAYBE AUTISM

Atheist

I love rpf, I love lennison, I love lennstein, rpf my love.

No I'm not joking about catboy John Lennon🤤🤤 would crack dat🤤🤤

Fandoms

The Beatles (biggest hyperfixation right now), starters (movieunleashers), Evangelion, Dexter, House Md, YTTD, dandy's world, Project sekai, Cookie run kingdom, smiling friends, stranger things, breaking bad, south Park, criminal minds, Saw, omori, Scott Pilgrim, creepypasta, supernatural, 2 kawaii 4 comfort, Postal, Scream, Kevin Spencer, moral orel, cry of fear, one wheat mark, RDR, JFK, and so much more I'm probably forgetting

What I'll post

Mainly shit posts about the Beatles, it used to be posting rare footage (or just footage) of the Beatles— but I got tired really quick of it.

Maybe sometimes I'll post edits, drawings (if I like it), moodboards, photos, and info dumps (yes, all about the Beatles.) sooo yeah!!!

Dni

I pretty much have no dni, but please do NOT interact/follow me if you are; maga, supporter of any genocide/war, or involved in any illegal stuff.

Byf

I ghost a lot, it's not a personal thing— my social battery just dies really quickly and it starts feeling like a chore to text or call anybody (unless you're my siblings or best friends). I do also tend to have moodswings, and make inappropriate jokes— sometimes I'll make flirty jokes but then get uncomfortable by them, it's just me.

Kins

Holden Caulfield (the catcher in the rye), Ralph (Lord of the flies), Chase (House Md), Brian Moser (Dexter), Adam stanhieght (Saw), Jesse Pinkman (breaking bad), Pilot Kelson (Highway), Donnie Darko, Narrator (fight club), Shinji (evangelion), Asuka (Evangelion), Jonathan byers (Stranger things), Young Neil (Scott Pilgrim), Will (one wheat mark).

A World of Warcraft Roleplaying Blog

"Why is the void?"

"You ask why when you think to ask what, but I feel that it is not something that can be classified as what it should or should not be. Saying 'it' is an 'it' is an odd turn of phrase in itself. It gives it's a physical presence that does not exist. At least as I see it in my eyes."

"For there is no end to it's place or presence within our world. Is it a cadre of beings centered at the end of the universe?"

"Yes."

"Is it a force of nature that deems what should or not be?"

"Yes."

"A concept only built within our minds to give a crutch to the inevitability of reality?"

"Yes."

"It is everything and nothing. It is the absence of all and the entirely of all. We will never understand it. We will never command it. We will never know it."

"But we can hear it."

"We can listen. We can learn."

"We can serve."

"For only living to learn can we die in service to the plan."

"Dying is not meant to be casual, tossed around like it is nothing. Dying is hard. Dying is awful."

"Dying is painful."

"We are not meant to die for it or live for it. For as dying can be all those things, living is just as much. It's hard. It's awful."

"It's painful."

"But we are not here to wax upon what we are to gain from 'it' or what we are to give to 'it'. We are here to spread the true message to all. The truest and greatest gift any one could ask for."

"Peace."

"Peace IS the answer. But we must struggle. For with our struggle we search for the question."

"It is the one thing we can find within it. To stare into the abyss and find the silence. To hear the nothing. To embrace the emptiness and touch that peace all hearts yearn for. From the savage orc, to the fretful man, and even to the cursed Forsaken. In sleep. In wakefulness. In dream."

"In death."

"Peace is the answer."

"We will find it. We will bask in it. We will hear it's song and spread to all those of the silent cries in their hearts."

"We can fail. We will fail. It is inevitable."

"But we can also succeed."

"Prisoners are not only brought down by catapult and siege. They are brought down by will. By tenacity. By faith."

"We but only need to feel it. Touch it. Sit with it."

"And let it fill all worlds, times, and spaces with it's pure intent."

"Peace. Is. The. Answer."

The small gathering of souls within the basement whispered it back in a chorus of shaky tones, but none could match the croak of the ravaged crone who sat upon the dirt floor. Her pale purple skin a near deathly gray from the rot that seemed to eat away from inside, a living corpse was a optimistic assessment of Oplisca Du'mere. Bone thin hands to match with her body, a naked body covered in crdue scarification done by a mad child artist's nail, and the yellowed teeth to match those claws that were brought to bear by dried broken lips. Most would call her forsaken if not for the beating heart that nested within the wasted sagging flesh, for she was alive.

This time.

For as much as the husk withered and died, the eyes within that bald tight skull burned bright. She was here and she was everywhere now. The blonde girl of so many years ago was long since twisted into nothing and gone into the very heart of her lover. She spoke of the void as a shapeless entity and truly she believed that.

But there were others. There were always others. And there was her true love.

C'thun.

The unending gaze.

Oh how she yearned for that sight, how she fought for it. Begged for it. Sacrificed for it.

"They are ready."

Weakly, Oplisca would nod as she lifted a crooked finger. "Then let us break this fast and find what hearts need."

There were no screams or chants, only the drip of blood as the gathering worked on the 'chosen'.

Peace. Is. The. Answer.

Since this is also so late I'm not sure who was tagged and who wasn't... I'm gonna make ONE guess! @mist-touched, if you didn't get tagged before, get tagged now!

And if you're reading and haven't been tagged yet, now you are.

Basics

His wards were gone.

Coren forced himself to smile as he watched them fade beyond his sight and into the great Astral Sea. He would miss his wayward charge and the misadventures he had gotten himself into, the watcher felt he would miss even more so the offspring he had sworn to protect. The sunshine girl warmed his heart especially. But the time of mourning and being sad was long past or perhaps was yet to be, time was a fickle thing for him.

Time was never linear for those of the dragonflight, that was the hardest lesson to learn. A dark skinned hand would come to stroke at a feathered beard of his current visage, the same wayward eyes of emerald green searching the bluffs of Mulgore under a blue sky. Sand and sun were what his liege craved, but for a creature such as him change was what he craved. Always something different.

The same dark skinned hand would softly turn and thrust as sprig of power was used to summon a shifting orb. Coren's eyes would delve into those swirling sands, a soft delight rumbling in this chest at the idea of 'pondering his orb'. Least that's what he supposed was the way the people were these days.

These days.

How long had he been here? Or been this way? Was he a man? A dragon? A god? No. Coren was just Coren. A servant of the Bronze Dragonflight, a guardian of chosen, and a wanderer of the multiverse. The Word had spoken and here he was. Nothing more. Nothing less.

There was nothing to question.

His chosen was free now. Free of the cycle by their choice and his joy at the final gate passed just like his sorrow. Fleeting. Warm. Accepted.

It was time to find another. Or more. Or less. The Word would will as much as the sands shifting within the glass.

A burning ship. A broken son. A broken grin. A burning fury.

Familiar traits, familiar story, and one that could be focused if properly propelled. He'd done it once.

Why not again?

"Take me," a soft baritone slipped among peace.

A blue sky stretched far and wide carrying lazy white clouds and the wisp of hot breath mingled with dimming grains.

UTOPIA “ELYSIUM”

A solution / digital world, conceptualized after years spent in pursuit of peace and perfection. 

It signifies the decision made by humanity to abandon the material, corporal realm.

However, the dream of idyllic peace wasn’t to last forever, as the scourge of “Records Corruption” reared its ugly head and to this day continues to bring suffering to the city and its people.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

City of Elysium is in the world of Elysium. (New York, New York situation).

It is revealed that a lot of people die in Elysium every single day.

Seems to have been created by a being named Omegaα.

Residents aren’t aware of living in a digital world.

Fun Fact: in Greek mythology Elysium is the final resting place for the souls of heros.

ADVENTURER'S GUILD TEMPUS

The most popular pub in the downtown area, which became synonymous with the guild after TEMPUS was formed there and members of the guild began to assemble. 

The name symbolizes a turning point in the founding members’ lives, as they look to resist the status quo and seek to change the world as adventurers.

XENOKUNI

The land of craftsmen to the east of Utopia, governed by a local committee, it is also known as the land of righteousness.

Similar to TEMPUS’ home base, it was also once promised peace and stability, but frequent Records Corruption has firmly placed it in a long-running cycle of destruction and creation. This made the residents of the land gain sentience, and has led to many of them questioning the validity of “Utopia.”

THE BADLANDS

Note:  At the moment, there’s no official page from the official website regarding this location. 

From promotional material, the BadLands reside in a desert terrain.

ELYSIUM ACADEMY

An academy for talented genius students in Elysium.

HOLLOW TREE (WORLD TREE)

Located in the center of the world Elysium.

The city of Elysium is to the West of the HoloTree.

There are lights that glow and lead to the center of the world of Elysium (the HoloTree).

Description from Josuiji Shinri: “You know how lasers shine through the fiber optic cables they kinda go along the cable. There’s like a little pulse of light that just kinda flies through almost all the main connecting things that lead all towards the HoloTree.”

Tree referenced to a battery pack.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

In the timeline of Church of Rune it is said that the HoloTree had been corrupted a year ago.

CANIS MINOR TRAIN

The residence or “home” of the “Observer” who calls themself “X”.

The train has some sort of connection with the HoloTree.

Visitors, although uncommon, are brought there by the HoloTree. 

The place is said to be essentially a sea of souls.

The train seems to not be stationary as the Observer mentions needing to make multiple stops.

RUNE MONASTERY

Resides in the future of what used to be of Elysium.

The head priest or leader of the monastery is Father Machina (god’s messenger).

It is a place offering shelter for those who suffer from the corruption and for those who disagree with the guild.

The goal of the monastery is to spread the Afflicted (corruption beasts) everywhere.

Followers must love/worship god’s messenger. Those who oppose the church or attempt to study/kill the Afflicted will be put to death.

A World of Warcraft Roleplaying Blog

From the personal journal of Captain Rachel Dewitt, Order of Embers Operations Manager and Liaison to the Alliance: Stormwind Division (All notes and stories within these journals follow the calendar of initial joining of the Order of Embers until present date.)

27th day of the 8th month, Summer of Year 6 The world changed again.

Dalaran has fallen. Again.

Is it really surprising? I'm not sure. I would like to rely on old prejudices against the magi, that they keep to their towers and secrets like rats in a hold but that would be a lie. The Kirin Tor had truly been nothing but doing their best to be guardians of the world as much as we are to Drustvar. But we can't rely on old prejudices and old ways of thinking. Have to keep moving forward and we have to adjust.

I have to adjust.

As we had done before during the Shadowlands, House Waycrest and my superiors have authorized me to allow my team to go to the aid of Dalaran in hopes of creating a better relationship and positive atmosphere between our communities. I am still rolling my eyes at that statement from Albot. I know what he really wants. Clout. Power.

Gold.

I'm glad that Candell is such good friends with Reese, cause I don't know we could continue to afford to rent this place in the Pig and Whistle with the meager funds that Drustvar can spare to us. Rebuilding a country isn't easy or cheap but you'd think they could afford to give us a little something more to make us appear to be at least respectable. Hell Duun's been moonlighting as practically a guard around here to make her ends meet. Honestly I think she makes more clearing kobolds and other things down there than she does as my assistant. I feel bad for her, this was not what she was expecting when we came here four years ago. But granted I didn't expect to lose Candell on some weird 'death' campaign into another world. And Nubern. I can't forgive myself for that man. No one should. Least of all me, though I know Eld has been eating it up as well.

I shouldn't call the Shadowlands weird considering what we do here and what we have faced in the past, but the whole debacle is just strange. Thinking about it just makes my head hurt as much. Might be the rum as well.

We have dragons. I don't know a damn thing about dragons, except how to possibly kill them and that for once is the last helpful thing around here. Maybe we should set up a meeting some of their people. They could know some tricks or ideas or have some gold to help the Order out. I'll have to make a note for later.

The circle comes round again to the big news of this entry. Dalaran. Another tragedy in the world's history. I don't know if we're gonna make it better, but I do know that Candell is hardly going to be one to sit around while there's something going on to the west. He never does. His apprentice or rather partner now is just the same. I wasn't supposed to babysit heroes, just soldiers. I guess they die all the same as well.

I miss you Cristoph. Every day. Your heart is mine, and I hope you know mine is yours. It just hurts.

Candell says it's like a war within. He should know especially with his history. Tides all of us do.

I love you.

Witt