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For the Anons

While I'm here to respond and read anyone who wants to share their two-cents with me-

For the people who are sending racist comments and death threats, you're only making me laugh.

That goes for me though, not other people. If you have the audacity to send those types of thing to other's simply because they have a differing opinion, I whole heartedly hope karma comes back to bite you in the ass.

Edit: I've shared my opinions on the situation, I don't really plan on going into any more detail within the topic. Anon's you're valid, if you just need to come and speak up, I'll answer your ask. Eventually though, all the new asks will be reblogged and moved to my side blog, and removed from my main. I don't want to be seen as someone trying to feed off of the drama. My blog was made for my art, and I'd like to keep it that way. I do truly appreciate the feedback though.

Day 35: Jambalaya!

INGREDIENTS:

olive oil

500g boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into bite-sized pieces (remove tendons, it makes eating easier)

1 pound andouille sausage, thinly sliced into rounds (I used polish kielbasa as substitute)

3 small bell peppers, cored and diced (whatever you prefer, I used a mixed pack)

150g celery root, diced

1 chilli pepper, diced with seeds

1 white onion, diced (about mid-size)

3 cloves garlic, peeled and minced (extra is always good)

1 can (400g) crushed tomatoes

3–4 cups chicken stock

1 1/2 cups uncooked long grain white rice

2 tablespoons Cajun seasoning or Creole seasoning

1 teaspoon dried thyme

1 teaspoon cayenne pepper

1 bay leaf

1 pound raw large shrimp, peeled and deveined

Kosher salt and freshly-cracked black pepper

Fresh parsley (for garnish)

INSTRUCTIONS:

Heat 1 tablespoon oil in a deep (non-stick) pan over medium-high heat.  Add the chicken and sausage and sauté, stirring occasionally, until the chicken is cooked through and the sausage is lightly browned.  Transfer to a clean, big bowl and set aside. (Do this before starting to cut the vegetables or you will end up cooking for over 4 hours, I know I did)

Add the remaining 2 tablespoons oil to the pan.  Add bell peppers, celery, chilli pepper, onion and garlic. Sauté while stirring occasionally, until the onions are softened.

Add the crushed tomatoes, chicken stock, rice, Cajun seasoning, thyme, cayenne, bay leaf to a big pot, and stir to combine, add the vegetables. Cook on medium heat for about 25-30 minutes (cover the pot with a lid), stirring every 5 minutes or so along the way so that the rice does not burn.

Add the shrimp with the chicken and sausage and stir to combine. Continue to simmer, stirring occasionally, until the shrimp are cooked through and pink. Remove and discard the bay leaf.

Season the jambalaya with salt, pepper, and additional Cajun seasoning if needed.

Remove from heat!!!

Me before watching Star Trek tos:

What even is K/S? It can't be that great, right?

Me five minutes in:

Oh dear- I might have underestimated them...

Oh, wow-

Okay gang, it's time. I wrote this in one go, so there will probably be mistakes lmao

Happy spooky month Sky Community :D

And without further ado, here is my Sky creepypasta!

Moths

They're what many of the people of this game call new folk.

Others call them Sparrows.

Either way, they are admired by all. For such a beautiful game, with such impact, when someone new joins everyone hopes they will reach the end.

Most do.

And many do not return.

But, tragically that is not what this story is about, not quite, at least.

This tale is of a much smaller scale. Something that happened to me almost a year ago.

~~~

Back then I had finally become a pro. Established a main outfit, made some OCs, and had a handful of friends I saw online regularly. Not very many, I've never been a social person.

On this particular day, I was candle running my normal route. Hitting both Prarie and forest, along with Geyser and Grandma.

However, on my way to Grandma's, I noticed the server was completely empty. Not a single sign of there being another person.

Just me.

Alone.

That was, until I saw the familiar sight of a broken star at the edge of my screen. The tell tale sign of someone losing all their light.

Not an uncommon sight in forest.

Naturally, as most people would do, I flew toward where the player was.

I hardly noticed when the music cut out.

But, I rarely had the music on anymore anyway, what, with how often I'll spontaneously start playing music.

As I suspected, I found an unlit skykid in the river.

They were just standing there.

I didn't think much of it, perhaps they had to go afk for a moment and forgot to move somewhere safer.

I placed my torch down, and decided to stick around to grab any wing light they might lose.

I stood there for quite some time, but not a single light was lost.

The skykid was still not moving.

But I noticed they weren't afk either. None of the indications of such were present.

Out of curiosity, I held my candle out to them.

Immediately they lit me, and I saw they were a moth.

Maybe they were confused?

I tried pointing them to the nearest light,

But

They just. Kept. Standing. There.

Eventually, I decided this wasn't worth my time. Grandma was starting soon, and they were probably just a veteran trying to troll someone.

I flew away, intending to go straight to Grandma's.

But I was back beside the moth.

...okay?

Perhaps I just lagged. My game doesn't always run very smoothly.

I tried again.

But...

I was right back in the same spot.

Maybe I was going too fast?

I tried walking away, but, while my skykid woud have the walking animation, they wouldn't move anywhere. I just kept rubberbanding back to the same spot.

The moth

Took a step toward me.

Then another

And another.

Until they were basically standing on top of me.

I tried moving my camera to get a better look at them.

Something was wrong.

Their cape had no stars. And I realized they were taller than me.

Their body stretched unnaturally upwards, neck and limbs becoming slightly too long.

The lights that should have been behind their mask were dark. The light on their chest wasn't there.

They- it crouched down and produced a deep call.

That sound...

Stars that sound.

It hurt. It hurt so bad.

My ears were ringing.

It hurt like hell.

Ithurtit h urt

Like it was clawing my eardrums out.

Like millions of skykids screaming together distorted through a broken speaker.

My ears were ringing. I had to take my headphones out.

I hadn't noticed that my light had run out. My poor skykid was unlit.

I could hardly see them through the black streaks the rain was leaving on my screen.

There was something looming above them.

I didn't know what it was going to do. I didn't care.

I closed the game.

~~~

It took me weeks to start playing again.

I was so afraid that I wouldn't even be able to.

But I had to give it a shot at least once.

Miraculously, it worked! I was back in the game.

Something was amiss.

My skykid looked different.

Instead of my usual outfit, they were in moth attire with a few exceptions.

The red earmuffs, the monk blindfold, and the feast scarf were also on it.

I was back to the default hight, and I only had one star.

One of my friends tped to me and said hi,

But I couldn't interact with the hug they offered.

I could move, but I couldn't use any of my emotes.

My chat wasn't working.

And...

I saw it.

The moth.

I didn't think.

Just closed the game.

~~~

Of course, I could never leave Sky forever.

The next time I logged on, everything was fine again.

I found that friend online and apologized. Told them I had been hacked.

Maybe I had. I still don't know.

Sometimes I'll still see it.

It'll creep up on me, do it's terrible call.

And every time, I stop playing for the day.

Usually the day after I will have that outfit, but relogging seems to fix it. Sometimes it takes a few tries.

I haven't heard of anything like this before. Nobody's talked about it, at least.

Perhaps they all stop playing after it happens.

I admit sometimes I want to as well.

I've had a few close calls, and I don't want to know what happens if I stick around when I see it.

I hope

I hope it leaves me alone.

I don't want to deal with it anymore.

I do too much rebloging holy shit

You can actually see where each fandom obsession cuts off that’s crazy

First time ?

My husband just cheated on me IN FRONT OF MY EYES with one of MY FAVORITE FOLLOWERS

I can't even believe they made him do that.

Like DEMETRI? THE GUY WHO LITERALLY CALLS HIS GIRLFRIEND HIS GOLDEN GODDESS? THE GUY WHOSE CONFIDENCE TO HAVE A CHANCE AT GOING TO THE SEKAI TAIKAI CAME FROM HIS GIRLFRIEND?

I actually don't how they made him cheat? Like damn that is one hell of a stupid way to ruin a relationship, I swear, do these writers know any other ways to ruin relationships other than cheating.

honestly the more i think about it, the more i realize that demetri cheating was never about being ooc or not, it was just stupid to ruin a good relationship. most of the binary bfs shippers were prob happy, but within canon it just made no sense, turned demetri from a likable bitch, into a dislikable bitch bc there is no excusing cheating in my books. it’s like the show wanted us to hate demetri by making him a cheater and having him yap about MIT 24/7. nice try writers, but i ignore stupid things (DEMETRI CHEATING) in canon

also he literally worshipped yasmine?? who uses “goddess” as a petname and cheats on that person lmfao. and it’s not like he even went to date eli after, it was just some random ass girl like tell me what was the point of that 😫

I believe with my whole heart, I would have gotten diagnosed correctly as a child if the questions were better and there was no bias along mental illness and stereotyping everything. Like depression is not just a person dressed in all black or the content of who is more allowed to be tired. Or that Adhd is just a running around kid thag can't calm down or autism is just a little white boy who is great in math.

Also the fuck shit with control groups is insane. For example, if the question was if killing a cat was okay and the "healthy" control group was like yeah then it would be absolutely acceptable, and you are insane for not doing that. The concept of "healthy" control groups is sometimes insane to me when there is nothing "unhealthy" about the other group.

I feel like I would have been diagnosed with OCD a lot earlier if the vast majority of screening questions (for mental illnesses in general) weren't based on the person's perception of their own behavior, in isolation. and what i mean by that is asking someone with OCD "do you wash your hands excessively?" is not a good question.

a person with OCD believes they are washing their hands the correct number of times. it's not excessive. we believe we're exhibiting best practices and helping to keep everything clean.

better questions might be, "does it seem like you wash your hands a lot more than your friends or family?" "do you get dry patches or cuts on your hands from washing your hands?" "do you find it deeply distressing, more so than how you've seen other people react, when you get something on your hands that you can't clean off right away?"

being asked "are you overly preoccupied with bugs, symmetry, and contamination?" also got "no" responses from me years ago in my life. what they didn't ask for, and didn't know, was what *exactly* I was doing in my day to day life that genuinely ate up my time and mental space to a concerning degree, but I *didn't know* that other people don't do this.

"do you spend a lot of time cleaning?" -> no, it's not a lot. it's a good amount. why?

"do you become frustrated because it seems like no one else meets your organizational and cleanliness standards - do you often 'take over' for other people because they can't do it right - do new friends seem surprised by how strict you can be about your living space?" -> oh. yeah. yeah I get it now.

does present mic blink? like sure, he can close his eyes, but does he blink?

"Pack it up bro"

Idk

I haven't seen much edits on here honestly but here's one I made a few months ago,my tik tok is @petsemtwo btw in case you want to follow me there and request edits :3

People need to realize that shifting is personal journey, cause why do you care about how others chose to shift, or where they want to go. A lot of our choices based on OUR lives, and who are you to judge. So take that energy use it to go shift.

Me when I have to name one of my 5 second instrumentals on BandLab be like:

TWO RANDOM WORDS LETS SEE IF THEY SOUND APPEALING-

Me the entire time I was reading this blog :

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman