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I have once again been impaled. I have a stabbed wound with the characteristic bruising around the wound. How have I been impaled? Landing pad for cat. First one was my 14lb boy, this one was his 16lb sister.
Fun fact, if a cat lands on you with their claws out you might not end up with scratches, you might end up with mini stab wounds.
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I was listening to some music and I,, I realized something.
The Abyss, from its instant, was anger and rage and hate. It hated and hated. It wanted everything dead for forgetting it.
Yet its children, the Code Deities, are anything but. Database loves and loves and cries whenever their creations are hurt. Duck/Clearall actively stepped in and helped during an arc, he has friends, he gets along with others. Abyssal has friends, family, and a lover. Effi, even if they haven't met anyone in canon has the mirror sprites and they do care for keeping the timeline stable, but they also care and sympathize with all the beings. Archive, who moonlights as freaking SANTA CLAUS, for goodness' sake!
The Abyss hates and hates and hates. But its children love and care and cherish.
Meanwhile, the Void, from its conception, loved. It love and cared and cradled. Its hair is the very sky that its Programs look up to.
Meanwhile, its children just.. don't care. Lady Os, Sir Expunge, and Sir Tempo never really cared. They did their duties out of obligation, not of care or cherishment. To them, everyone was below them. And so, of course, they got bored and they left. Caring for all these Programs was boring and so they didn't want to care for them. Even the Voidlings, as sweet as they are, do what they were asked to out of obligation and curiosity.
This wasn't even like.. intentional. But its interesting to me that it just happened.
The Abyss' children love and care.
The Void's children dismiss and do what they do out of obligation.
The Code Deities for SMG4 all (probably, anyway) dislike or even downright loathe being the children of the Abyss because of all the harm its caused.
The Code Deities of Alyssa's computer (the Void resides there, just in case anyone needed a reminder) are more than willing to abuse their place as children of the Void because it gives them power and respect.
Just something I started thinking about.
I love my kiddos uwu
The horrible, shameful, disgraceful, cruel act of removing a comfy purring pair of cats from my hips and ribs, because I am wretched human with bodily functions.
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So the littlest Voidling was asleep in my roommates bed, until 30 seconds ago,when I was petting her brother, who was settled on my bed, and told him what a handsome little boy he is and so cute too. As soon as I say it i hear the sleepy "mmmrmpf" of her waking suddenly, as if she sensed a disturbance in the force. She hops on my bed and started doing the pacing and kneading they do before settling down, but she does it in a way where she trampled her brother 3 or 4 times before kicking him in the head twice when she "slipped" on my hip, then stuck her feet in my face. Me thinks someone is a little jealous of her big brother. And he's such a sweetheart that he's just happy for more company in the cuddle heap.
Send help, my 12 lb cat is mothering me. She's yelling at me for still being awake and is trying to force me into bed by tricking me into picking her up, getting me to set her on the bed, and while I'm still bent down from setting her down she jumps on my back and starts kneading and nuzzling me, trying to force me to lay down. Apparently she says "Hooman has been working too long, it's time snuggles and napping "
My life is being dictated by a tiny fuzzy tyrant in a knit turtle neck sweater. I may have lost control somewhere along the way to here.
