Jashtober Day 8: Tidal

Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents

Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS

And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,

Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS

cccc au we're after the events of c4 Darrel goes through cacophony

It's weird being perfect and the main character and probably a God or something, but I got to wait for my character growth before then. God, you guys don't know how lucky you got it

This may be a little backward compared to how most people see it, but I see Whole as the only true character. Hms are just the facets of what makes this character, and as the story goes on, Heart, Mind, and Soul all become separate characters to Whole before eventually going back to facets when they become Whole.

I also don't think Whole hates any of hms. I think there's hate within the hms circle but none coming from Whole towards a direct member. I'm sure he has some sense of self loathing because of the entropy within his mind but it's not like he would specifically think he hates Heart or Mind or whatever.

And while I think Whole is a character, I think Heart, Mind, and Soul view him as a state. I think they have generally positive feelings towards him but I don't think they'd put him in the same ball park as a deity or something. More like the positive feelings you have towards a personal goal you need to accomplish.

part 5 of the ascertain how the cccc fandom really feels project thing (idc if this is annoying. answer my polls median chonny jash fan.)

DEFINE WHOLE GO NOW

- what is Whole? is Whole a person? a state? is he something to believe in (a god, even)?

- how do hms feel about whole? do they have different opinions? which of them are right? are any of them right? is it subjective?

Love you

What makes this extra funny is that I'm pretty sure it's said or at least impied that mind doesn't flinch when he was shot at. This meaning mind had a shotgun barely miss him and he just stood there and just looked at heart like "you done?".

Heart with a pistol is LAME. Give that man a shotgun

Writing stuff. why yes I did learn too many of these words from Chonny Jash, how'd you know?

I scream and scream and scream till blood pours out my mouth. I don’t care, I continue to scream. I scream till my head pounds and my eyes blur. The pain is immeasurable but it's nothing but drop in the bucket compared to why I’m screaming. So I scream till the world melts away, till all that is patternly and logical falls into dissolution and cacophony. I scream till I snap back into reality, where not a word nor noise leaves my raw throat. I want to scream till the pure and predictable melts into entropy. I want to scream till the world around me has no choice but become geocentric. I want to be catered to, but being dependent is far too terrifying. I know if I want help I need but ask but that thought is one unthinkable to me. Like an idea from a foreign system. I give advice I dare not follow, I preach what I would never practice.  My logos guides me to the easy and correct path. Yet my pathos dare not go out of fear of when we leave that path we shall no longer know how to clear a way for ourselves. I know I’ll break down eventually, hopefully my logos will get control over me before then but till then my mind will continue to scream into a mouth unable to project. 

Ooh! I wanna poke Mind!

The game continues! Here's your result:

Uh oh, we've got our first true low roll - and it's a bit spooky for today's occasion 🎃

Jashtober day 7: Moss

 I look upon this world and I see beauty. It is finite and it is easily defiled, but it is beautiful. A set of random events caused one single-celled organism to evolve and split into a system of complex webs and ecosystems. Each animal, plant, and bacteria rely on each other to prevent their lives from falling into entropy. I was formed from the cosmos. Perhaps from a dying star or a collapsing blackhole. Maybe even the big bang. Whatever it was has long ago left my memory. I’ve seen every dwarf planet and neutron star, but this– this is amazing. I learn of the humans’ fascination with space and find myself confused. They talk about space's vastness compared to the earth’s tiny nature in the grand scheme. I reply: the desert is large and the oasis small, but that doesn’t make the oasis any less brilliant. The simple and elegant greens and blues that twist and entwine. The water and greenery bring life to everything around it and in return the animals bring their own life to sustain the greenery . Much more interesting than the grains of sand we call the universe. As strange as the humans’ ideas may be, I can not help but find peace and familiarity within the little creatures. They’re like microcosms of myself. Loving and hateful. Hopeful and nihilistic. Elated and bored. A being of gorgeous inspiration and disgusting shame. They see the same love in nature as I do. Well, some of them do. They might even be better than myself. They've created things I wish I could claim to be of my hands. Noises into music, shapes into art, and symbols into writing. I’ve collected as much of it into myself as I can and it’s wonderful. To be human is to be everything that is the oasis, right on the cusp of finding the mysteries in the desert. I suppose I would be those mysteries. I hope they never find me or any other of those mysteries. I am not grand, not as grand as the moss that grows on the trees. Not as grand as the fungi sprouting from the dew. Not as grand as flowers that sprout despite a prison of concrete. Not as grand as mammals that manage in the water. Not as grand horrors that creak in the darkness. Not as grand as the animals that once ruled, forever entrapped in rock. Not as grand as burrows that keep warm during the cold months. Not as grand as the web perfectly crafted by a spider. Not as grand as each painting, ballad, and sonnet I intake. Not as grand as this oasis. Perhaps I shall learn from the humans and start a journal. First entry: legend of the moss.

I did not know I needed Chonny and Heathers

*throws this* HEATHERS AU LMAO Really just for an excuse to draw to draw them in outfits that realistically none of them aside from Stratos would WEAR LOL

Also a ghost Stratos in Chandlers bathrobe lmao. @socialc1imb is the main proprietor to this by HER THREATENING TO GHOSTIFY SOUL ANYWAY LMAO