) <- super parenthesis. reblog to close all parentheticals you opened and forgot to close in your life and return to equilibrium

A new study finds that Apple has some of the highest employee turnover rates of any tech company. Google "apple turnover" for more information.

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

how do you use these?

Put these on the top layer above everything, set layer to 'overlay' then adjust opacity. You can put it on whatever opacity you want but usually 30%+ is most effective.

The point is to obstruct the picture so AI can't read your image because AI counts every single pixel in your art

By this post alone, in less than 5 hours.

I need you all to calm the fuck down

NEEDED AND NO WE WONT THIS IS BRILLIANT

some of my friends are stem majors

Ballista does not find this to be enough, he is grabbing one of Hazard's arms and climbing up the arm to wrap his arms around Hazard's neck. Once she's hanging there, she pulls her legs up, expecting Hazard to cradle her like usual. They hide their face in his shoulder and whine, "Y0U W3R3 G0N3 T0 L0NG 4ND 1 C4N'T F1ND PR1M4L..."

Im sorry buddy im sorry... im here now ok?

(he does as expected and cradles Ballista carefully, petting his back and shushing him with reassuring words)

You're safe, i promise, you're safe

Ballista nuzzles into Hazard and clings to him like a baby possum. He is trembling a bit as he whines, "can we have black berries with dinner?" He is getting Hungry.

(Hazard smiles tenderly down at the stick he considers a son)

Of course we can, do you want mangos too?

(He's starting to walk out the office with Ballista in arms, planning dinner already)

Ballista starts nodding instantly, "Y3S! Y3S M4NG0S! M4NG0S 4R3 TH3 B3ST F00D 3V3R! W3LL, TH3Y 4R3 S3C0ND B3ST. Y0U 4R3 B3TT3R."

pff- oh you little prankster

lets go. lets get your mangos.

Whenever I talk about whatever media I’m into at the moment imagine I am presenting the characters to you like this

I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH I'M JUST STUPID AND FORGET THAT FEELINGS NEED TO BE EXPRESSED IN ORDER FOR THEM TO BE FELT

one week knowing the character VS 7 months being possessed by The Character thoughts (# 1 character fan)

whiteboard doodles with filters

on my hands and knees. Please Just Roleplay. be cringe about it. at some point you have to make a choice between just writing your own story by yourself or Actually Interacting With Other Human Beings like you'll be doing in day-to-day life regardless and for the love of god ai is not a good alternative to either ever

"nobody will willingly roleplay alastor hazbin hotel mpreg with me though" yes they will. you have to find them. the world could be so beautiful

trust me i tried character ai once just for the hell of it just to see what actual programming options there were and it was incredibly basic stuff like. what is their name. what is their opening prompt. upload a profile picture for them. barely anything to actually set up personality or depth or even a complete backstory. like an ai doesn't actually know shit about anything and it's almost always inclined to try and initiate sex with you eventually which is a whole other can of worms

ai is that one Bad rp partner that forces what they want to do onto you with literally zero room for negotiation. get yourself an actual rp partner who'll let's say purely hypothetically write a 200k+ fanfiction about gay cookie run fish with you. socializing is scary but sometimes you just gotta be scarier

EXACTLY!! EXACTLY!!!!!!!

first of all, rping with other people is THE formative experience. you literally learn so much about not just writing, but how to collaborate with another person creatively and how to weed out the bad ones you'll inevitably encounter. rping with other people CANNOT be replaced by ai bullshit because you can't get human connection from ai thats the whole point, its in the name

second of all op, its a 400k+ fanfiction series about gay cookie run fish. and she proposed to me not long after we started writing it, so i think im winning

tldr please rp with real people and not ai. you wont get a wife if you dont.

yeah you hear that tumblr. if you roleplay you'll get a cool wife

you could technically jump 2 degrees leftwards into the nearest corner and with enough practice skip straight from the tutorial into the "real life marriage" part of the endgame but that's a pretty advanced speedrunning trick and roleplaying is way easier

We literally cannot let them start charging 80 dollars for video games 70 dollars was already outrageous 60 was pushing it. 80 fucking dollars. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND. For MARIO?!?!?!?!?

If we don’t buy it, they’ll lower the price, just like the 3DS. They make more money from 2 million people buying it at $60 than 1 million at $80

Granny hums softly as the timer for the cookies goes off, waltzing over with her oven mits to remove the. Chocolate with Caramel Chunks, it'll be perfect for Victim, she's positive he's going to love them. She sets the first tray on top of the stove to cool a bit as she picks up the next, sliding it into the oven with a slight flourish.

Once the new tray is in, she starts to carefully move the cookies from the tray they were cooked in to the cooling rack and puts new balls of dough onto the cooling tray. Granny glances at the cookies and well... There's going to be a few dozen of them, Little Victory wouldn't mind her taking just one~

Theater bites into the cookie and smiles widely as she eats it. With it this warm, the caramel is still gooy and soft, and the cookie is perfectly crunchy. It tastes nearly perfect. There's a strange bitter undertone that she can't quite place, her chewing slowing as she swallows and takes another bite. It's... It's hard to tell what it is. She stuffs the rest in her mouth, focusing on the unknown flavor. Almost an... Almond flavor?

As she bites into a second, she starts to feel a bit light headed. Why is her head getting fuzzy? Her chest spasms as she puts down the half eaten cookie and begins to cough into her hand, heart seeming to go at a million miles an hour as she gasps between coughs, "s-some-something wrong... I-" she doubles over coughing harder and starting to visibly shake as her head swims.

Creachures mouth starts watering as Baba takes the cookies out of the oven. He grins, pushing up his sleeves as he hops over to the oven to watch the next set of cookies bake.

He turns to ask if he can have one, right as he watches her bite into a second cookie. He puts his hands on his hips, about to tell her off for eating without him, when he notices her strange expression.

Time slows down as she suddenly gasps and falls to her knees. No. No, something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

He doesn't remember walking over to her. He is just by her side before he can blink, gripping her shoulders. "Baba, Baba, what's happening?"

Theater can't think, her mind is muttled and she swears her ribs are going to crack open from the force of her heartbeat. She coughs more and wheezes, "P-Pos-sum, get- get help" she starts to cough again. She needs. She needs to do something but she can't remember what.

Creachure's head is spinning. Why... Why now?!

He stands up and the world spins as well. Right. He needs to breathe. He needs to... He needs...

...A strangled sob is all that comes out his throat. Oh fuck, why now?!

He needs to stay calm.

She's been attacked on his watch far too much.

He needs to stay calm.

He can never save her in time.

He needs. to stay. calm.

Before xe can even think, xe is running. Xe thunders up the stairs, slamming doors open, barely choking out cries for help. His jaw clacks shut, though, as he stumbles through a door and runs face-to-face with @forbidden-main-character and @10thechosenone11.

[ Cho jumps at the stick's loud and stumbling entrance, shocked as lightning itself. Energy roils inside as Chosen tries to brace herself for trouble- ]

[ Wait. That's just Creachure. Everything is fine. ]

[ Actually, scratch that. An Anon that spoke in Cho's ear warned em about something going on, but was horrifically vague as though it didn't really know either. Everything is not fine. ]

"What's going on, Creach?"

His eyes are wide, staring at the Chosens as if willing them to read his mind. Unfortunately, though he was on friendly terms with them due to living together at Theater's house for over a week now, they were not close enough that they could understand his nonverbal signals.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he knew proper sign language. Gesturing wildly at the stairs, he stumbled over, tugging at Cho's sleeve. Instead of words, he could only make involuntary squeaking noises, each one feeling like needles clawing up his throat.

He pulled out his phone, dialing 911 and shoving it into their hand.

He did realize, of course, that this wasn't very helpful at the moment, considering they still didn't know what was happening, but whatever.

[ Downstairs, afraid, hurry, can't speak, call the cops. Or something. That's what Chosen gleans from Creachure's gestures and weak noises. It hardly takes a second for her to understand. ]

[ She deletes the number off the phone screen, tries to shove it back into Creachure's hands, and runs down the stairs. Her heart skips a few beat and her feet skip a few steps. He braces himself for a fight. Whatever Creachure would have wanted to call the cops for, be it robbers or muggers or whatever petty crime, the Chosen One is certain he can handle them by intimidation alone. ]

[ They run, head and hands and heart and legs pounding. They run past the giant geometric bee-- alright, cool, game smuggling history, no time to think about that now. They run through the dining room-- leap onto and over the chairs around the table. They run into the kitchen- ]

[ and stops dead in her tracks seeing Granny on the floor. ]

Granny continues to kneel where she has fallen, coughing as she clutches her chest. When they hear someone approach, they manage to lift their head enough to look at Chosen. Nothing leaves their mouth but a pained wheeze and a soft whimper from how much her head is spinning. Maybe if she lays down-

Granny tips to the side, squeezing her eye shut as she does so, the world spinning to violently to even consider opening it as she gags.

"Josie-!"

[ The sight makes Chosen sick with horror. A familiar dizziness claws at their head. They try to pull themself together and focus. There's no blood spilt. Granny must have been attacked with blunt force. Maybe a rib was broken and now puncturing her lung? Would explain the wheezing. ]

[ And then Chosen notices Granny fall even further, now on her side with her eye closed. She reminds Chosen too much of a corpse. ]

"Josie- shit wait don't close your eyes-!"

[ This is bad. Cho can't focus on trying to find who or what sorry bastard did this to Granny if she also has to keep a too-watchful eye on Granny herself! ]

[ Cho musters the deepest breath he can, and lets the shout rip through his lungs and throat and the entire house like flames: ]

"CREACH! CHO-TWO! DOWN HERE! STAT!"

(Chosen sprints down the stairs, freezing as they catch a glimpse of the scene. What the hell had happened?)

(They shake themselves out of their trance, hurrying over towards the commotion.)

“Holy SHIT! Is she…”

(Whatever they were going to say faded into a series of incoherent chatter. Chosen took a breath, shaking their hands as they tried to articulate themselves.)

Her head is swimming and it hurts to even consider opening her eye. But she can hear that there are people around her. She takes a shaky breath and whines, "p... poi... poi-" she is cut off by the cookies very violently coming back up and out. As well as the rest of her lunch. She weakly wheezes, "ssnnn..." she groans and wants to get away from the vomit but she can not move.

Stumbling down the stairs, Creachure followed them back to the kitchen. He felt like he was going to pass out. Why is he so useless—?!

He cleared his throat. He needs to say something, anything—!

Speaking feels like clawing out his vocal cords, but when he reached the Chosens, he managed to choke out, "She... p-poisoned? Cookies. Bad—!" They're wasting time, why didn't he say this earlier—!?

The last word was more of a screech, but he ignored that, shoving his phone into Cho's hands once more, this time pressing the call button before doing so. "HELP. GEH... GET HELP."

With that, xe crumples to the floor next to Theater. He's still conscious, but seems too overwhelmed to fully function anymore.

[ The cookies are poisoned? ]

[ The phone rings in Chosen's hand. ]

[ Chosen looks at the cookies, wondering if she could try and taste the poison without also making herself deathly ill. Maybe if she just licks it and then washes her mouth out... ]

[ It's worth a shot. ]

[ The phone rings in Chosen's hand. ]

[ They lick a cookie. There's a certain bitterness under the chocolate that leaves Chosen's tongue raw. It's a familiar taste, a poison that Chosen had definitely challenged themself with back when they didn't fear mortality. ]

[ The phone rings in Cho's hand. ]

[ The ringing makes it hard for Cho to think. She looks down at Granny and Creachure, collapsed and on the barfed-upon floor. Her stomach churns in a visceral mortal disgust. ]

"Cho-two, help them up."

[ The phone rings in her hand- and a responder finally picks up. ]

(Chosen nodded and turned towards the mess on the floor. He wanted to recoil at the sight, but still crouched down to try helping Granny up.)

“Gran, can you move? I’ll help you up if you think you can stand. Creachure…”

(They looked at xem, noticing xer current mood. They did their best to speak clearly. Better not to drive xer further into a breakdown.)

“…Creachure, deep breaths. Help me get Granny up.”

Creachure drew in a big, gasping breath at Chosen's words. They seemed... distant, like they were speaking to him from the other end of a long tunnel. His brain felt like it was pulsing, his limbs sluggish and heavy, like he was underwater.

His body was standing, helping Chosen lift Baba. His head was nodding at whatever was being said, his legs moving without his command.

His mind was nothing but loud static, his eyes unfocused. Mentally, he was gone.

Just another normal day as a 911 operator. Just one disaster after another delt with one after another. When his button lights up, the responder says, "911, what's your emergency?"

"My grandmother was poisoned."

[ The statement flies from Cho's throat without hesitation. She flinches at her own words. The thought of referring to anyone by such a familial term feels... weird. ]

[ Focus, Cho, Josie is dying! ]

"It got into the cookies she made. Bitter. She's throwing up. My, uh, brothers are trying to help her stand."

[ An interrogation like any other, the Chosen One can keep his tone unflinching. ]

The Operator sits up a bit straighter and says, "make sure she doesn't roll onto her back, do you know your address? I'm sending an ambulance to pick you up. If she can't stand, don't force her. If she fell, she could have easily injured something in one of her legs or hips. Do you know I'd she is on any medication or if she is allergic to anything?"

[ Normally when the Chosen One is being interrogated, he knows the answers the asker wants to hear. With the 911 operator, though? He... couldn't answer the question without wildly guessing. ]

"Uh- Allergies, I don't think she has any? No food allergies at least. Probably. Meds I've got no idea. And the address..."

[ The words die in Cho's mouth. She lowers the phone and looks back at her two 'brothers'. ]

"Hey do either of you know if this place has an address? Also, the operator said to make sure she's not on her back and to not force her to stand. Something about injuries."

Chosen was talking to him. Chosen was talking to him? Wearily, he turned his head towards them, his grip on Baba's arm weakening as he focused his attention elsewhere.

The only word that made it through his brainfog was 'address'. Address... Man, he could never remember addresses. He always had to use the map app on his phone. He patted his pockets, trying to find it...

Oh, right, Chosen was using it.

Dimly, he padded over to Cho, patting her arm until she lowered it into his reach. Minimizing the call screen, he tapped on the map app, handing it back to her when their current location popped up on screen.

Xe gave him a wan smile before wandering back over to Theater and taking hold of her arm again, even though the other Chosen had long since set her down.

the great restring

okay sorry to just tag all of you randomly but i gave you small letter beads and for @taltalily i redesigned yours entirely and @stormbreaker101 i added like 2 gold beads at the end for you although its not super noticable

@cutecreachureblog @0riginal-catb4rk @solariex hope all of you guys enjoy your remastered bracelets!!! :3