One Time I Was In An Olive Garden Bathroom And My Packer Fell Out Of My Shorts And This Ten Year Old

one time i was in an olive garden bathroom and my packer fell out of my shorts and this ten year old boy just looked at me with absolute terror and without thinking i said "that's what happens when you don't eat your vegetables" later i saw him eating salad at a speed no human should be capable of

Alright it's time for me to talk about my Dsmp OC

(All Dsmp characters mentioned in my lore posts are c!, not cc!)

THIS is Spore Classic

They're a Mooshroom hybrid, and they're constantly stuck in my head.

They grew up on a mycelium island called the Isle of Behemoth, called such because it's home to a cult that worships that universe's God of Corruption, Behemoth.

Behemoth was sealed away due to his transgressions against the other deities in the pantheon. Because of this, he requires a Vessel to communicate with his followers. The Vessel essentially gives a piece of their soul to Behemoth, in exchange for a piece of his own. When a Vessel dies, Behemoth's soul fragment, as well as the rest of the Vessel's soul, goes to Behemoth. He's collecting his Vessel's souls to gain enough power to escape his imprisonment.

At age 15, Spore is chosen as the next Vessel. Unfortunately for them, the merging ritual goes perfectly, and then they get frequently possessed by Behemoth for the next 5 years of their life.

They want out. They despise watching their own two hands perform sacrifices without their input. They never wanted this to begin with, and they're so tired of it all. Their girlfriend, Marigold, sees their plight and wants to help them.

After lots of searching, Marigold finds a way to send Spore to another universe, where Behemoth can't reach them. She tells them that she'll be going with them to this new place. It's the only way they'd agree to it.

She carves Spore's heart out and performs the ritual, killing them in this world and sending them flying across the multiverse. They wake up surrounded by the curious people of the L'manberg Revolution, with no memory of who they are or where they've been. All they have is the clothes on their back, a journal with their name written in it, and a large scar on their chest.

(to be cont.)

transfems shouldn't have to change every aspect of themselves to be palatable to wider society if you can't handle a woman with a husky voice that doesn't swing her hips when she walks that doesn't stand up straight and talk like some upper class white bitch you're weak and you will NOT survive the winter

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Would y'all still love me if I posted about the Dream SMP and possibly my OC for it. Be honest.

I "love" laughing at a funny post, then checking the tags and finding like 500 people pointing out the op is a terf. I really definitely totally needed to know this random jokester hates that I exist, I really love being reminded how many people wish I was dead.