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That moment when she's both Genderfluid and Neurodivergent

All of Sparrow's deaths so far have been self inflicted. Buddy are you okay?

Rant/Spoilers for Owen's New Life Ep6!!

I'm like, trying to process what I just watched.

Owen posted his new ep of New life and what the hell is he doing to Sparrow (his character), every time Sparrow has died (twice now) it has been self inflicted. By a machine.

Sparrow had to create the second machine without actually thinking about building the machine because her hardware (he was a copper golem in his second life) would attempt to stop him. But their hardware is a subject that's confusing because earlier in the episode when he discovered the Deep Dark, it sort of forced him to keep exploring when he didn't want to. It put him in danger by forcing her to stay for a while longer and Sparrow could've almost died from the Wardens. Her hardware was confusing and till the end bothered her it seems.

Sparrow seems to be losing her sense of self each time she dies. He's becoming more obsessed with Hybrids than he was when they were human.

Sparrow sometimes reminds me of Dr.Signh from Sweet Tooth. The more he got to experience and see the word of something she was already interested in, the more obsessed they grew and eventually it'll take over their entire life as the #1 priority like it did with Dr.Signh (from what I think at least)

Owen is a great story teller, and I can't wait to see what he makes up next for Sparrow.

We will remember you Copper Golem Sparrow, you were adorable.

Sparrow's adventure truly begins!

SECTION ONE

(Prologue)

Note: this is based on a fictional smp from the perspective of OwengeJuiceTV. This is all based on his ideas, not mine. 

 Everyone always said I was crazy. That a boy with such fantastical beliefs was not fit to be a pilot. But I always knew deep down that they were wrong. My ideas weren’t crazy: they had plenty of scientific evidence to back them up. But of course, they would never understand.

Oh. You’re probably wondering what I’m rambling on about. Let’s start back at the beginning: 

My name is Sparrow, and for the past four months, I had been hopping from island to island on my rickety, homemade plane in a search for new life. The life in question? Mystical beings commonly known as hybrids: mysterious creatures that are part human, part–well–anything! I had read lots about them back at home, researching and making theories, but I’d never actually met one. So this was my only chance.

  In my studies, I’ve discovered that in these lands, the possibility for these kinds of sudden changes is a trait that exists in everyone. So I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a tiny bit hopeful one of these creatures might help me unlock a part of myself I didn’t even know existed. Imagine, being able to possess the power to conjure up magic fireballs or to fly around! It almost sounds like a fantasy, but trust me. It’s real.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten to top off the redstone tanks before I had set off, and had been gliding off of inertia for the past 30 seconds. I just had to rely on my proficiency with a joystick, the terrain I would be landing on, and a bit of luck, hoping for the best.

Sparrow's adventure continues: he encounters a Colin and a weird bee lady

Chapter One

Stranded

After crashing, I had realized the carburetor, along with the entire engine, was far beyond saving. Smoke rose from the engine, the wings were utterly mutilated, and besides, even if I could repair it, there wasn’t enough runway on the small peninsula I was stuck on to take off. My only choice was to stay put for the time being.

 I managed to pitch a few tents with the supplies that survived the crash, creating a sort of home base, for now, at least. I stayed in the tents for a few days, and took to exploring what was nearby. I soon found that the surrounding area was practically infested with resources in every cave, tree, and village I came across. The days were always clear and filled me with the urge for adventuring, but the nights were rather monstrous, and I always thought it best to keep near my tents.

 In my exploring, I even found some sort of treasure map in a nearby village, and since I had always excelled at reading maps, I decided to see if I could actually find any treasure. After all I had seen in my adventuring so far, it didn’t sound like the least plausible thing in the world.

I soon found that whoever wrote the map knew nothing about real cartography. (I also never particularly liked sea travel. Boats are hard to manipulate and crammed. I’m a pilot, not a sailor!) 

 After rowing around in what was almost certainly circles, I eventually found the x-marks-the-spot I was looking for. Finally (after I dug more holes than I’d like to admit), I actually found something! Most of it was trinkets I didn’t quite know how to use, but some of it was materials I could put to use, including real diamonds! 

 After returning to my camp with the victory of finding riches in the soil and enjoying a bowl of celebratory carrot soup by the fire, I found myself more energized than before. So I decided to explore the surrounding area a bit more to see what – or who – I could find.

 I had been trudging through the forest for a while now, and it was getting a bit too late for my liking. I had stumbled across a small cave, and had stopped there to rest for a minute on the rough, stony floor. I took out my sketchbook and began to write down some of the things I found that day.

But a strange lowing noise drew me out of my writing trance, and when I went outside to look, I was quite startled by a strange beast who looked like a goat crossed with a dinosaur. It had a furry body, goat-like horns, and a long, long neck. I was very wary of the unusual beast, for it had an uncanny resemblance to another creature who had blown up my base a couple of days ago. The beast studied me warily with its beady eyes, and I studied it in turn, so terrified I could barely move.

 “S-Stay back!” I yelled once I had regained my senses, scrambling to grab a rock from the rubble. The horned creature just sniffed me with its little black nose. It made a soft growling noise, like a bear cub, showing its pointy teeth. It approached, coming dangerously close to me, so I reflexively threw my rock at it.

 The rock knocked the creature back a few steps, and it whimpered in pain. It started growling furiously, and the next thing I knew, It was charging at me ferociously, and it knocked me down, down into a deep, muddy gorge. I soon realized in agony that the gorge was far too slippery for me to climb, and the horned creature above stalked and growled at me; ready to pounce at the slightest excuse.

My hands were dirty and bruised. I now felt that I was on the brink of death. Thus far in my life, I had never been as hungry and scared as I was at that moment. Oh, Why did I come here? I thought to myself in despair. They were right. There’s nothing here but wild, savage creatures. Perhaps hybrids were just a silly fantasy.

 I heard a faint, far-off buzzing sound. At first I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me, but to my surprise, I saw a large, yellow cloud descending on the creature. A swarm of bees buzzed past and attacked the beast, sending it whimpering toward the mountains. The swarm that  had miraculously saved me went out of my sight, but continued to buzz nearby. 

Meanwhile, my brain was racing 100 miles an hour, trying to process what on earth had just happened. Did the swarm save me by pure chance, or did the swarm actively try to save my life? Where on earth had it come from? And worst of all, if the swarm had finished off the beast, would I become its next victim? 

But then something even crazier occured. Out of the restless buzzing noises, a girl’s voice spoke to me: “Hello down there! Are you alright?” 

Did swarms of bees now talk? I wondered in astonishment. I was too shocked to even reply.

 When the swarm buzzed towards me, it was no longer a cloud of bees, but instead, to my surprise, a humanoid girl. She was sort of fluffy and lumpy looking, but she was clearly in the shape of a girl with a fluffy yellow sweater and red hair spangled with flowers.

“Are you okay?” She buzzed once again.

“Ermm… I-I think so?” I stammered in reply, still dazed by fear. She lent me her hand, and I took it. Despite being a hand made of bees, it was surprisingly firm and warm. 

“T-thank you,” I stuttered. Yep, she was definitely in the shape of a girl, her feet hovering a few inches off the ground. But there was a question in my mind that I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Are you- could you possibly be- a hybrid?”

 “Oh, yeah! I suppose you could call it that,” the bee lady answered. I’m Gem, by the way.”

“S-Sparrow,” I stuttered back in disbelief. She was so friendly to me! Could they have been completely wrong about hybrids? This is incredible, I thought to myself. Just a moment ago, I was doubting the existence of hybrids at all, and now here I am, talking to one!

 But wait. What if she’s actually hostile, like I was warned about? I better make sure.

“Erm, you are a friendly hybrid… right?”

“Don’t worry, I’m friendly,” Gem buzzed. “But I do understand your concern. Hybrids come in all sizes and personalities, but I try to be nice to people unless they give me a reason to do otherwise. And you haven’t done anything to me. Speaking of which, you look starving, and you took quite a tumble. Would you like to come over to my house?”

 “Um, sure?” I said. I now realized that I was quite hungry, and hadn’t had a truly proper meal in days.

 So there I was, Sparrow the human, following Gem the Swarm of bees to her house.

Oh shit- *glass table shattering*

Whoops my hand slipped

Inspired by my last post

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This took like 6 hours LMAOOO

new life Owen reference! might watch Owens episodes, and other recent episodes that came out today!

local human (plane crashed) gets teased and teleported by local teleporter