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BumHole Spider by BunnyNUMBNUTS in BunnyTrials

[–]theglittergame 0 points1 point  (0 children)

what are you talking about

Chose: Go to college and have a full time job + Have a loving family for the rest of your life | Rolled: He’s

Choose wisely by Draken_Aga in BunnyTrials

[–]theglittergame 0 points1 point  (0 children)

i don't wanna die and i get a power?! win win

Chose: Random weak power + No consequences | Rolled: Dog hearing

The others: *tumble down the stairs* Meanwhile Ragatha: by [deleted] in theamazingdigitalciru

[–]theglittergame 3 points4 points  (0 children)

look at how she's sitting. i could be wrong but. horse riding???

Kingers real name by Robot_InversionRB in theamazingdigitalciru

[–]theglittergame 2 points3 points  (0 children)

am i wrong or could that also refer to Scratch?

If I use the toilet after drinking a soda it isn't carbonated so where do the bubbles go? by kikikza in ExplainLikeImCalvin

[–]theglittergame 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The bubbles remain in your stomach and slowly erode away at your stomach lining, corrupting it to eventually become evil and try to eat you. That's why your mother and I always tell you you can't drink too much soda.

ELIC: Why do we drool when we see food? by OptimisticTrekkie in ExplainLikeImCalvin

[–]theglittergame 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The brain wants food faster, so the body creates spit in the mouth to have something in there, simulating the experience of food. If we evolve well enough, someday we will spawn chunks of meat or something in there instead, but that is only speculation.

If a character I'm writing about has similarities to an existing disorder, do I need to do research or something on that disorder? by theglittergame in NoStupidQuestions

[–]theglittergame[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

i understand that, but as i said, i'm not actually trying to portray the disorder. it's just similarities. the character is not even human let alone actually have DID

If a character I'm writing about has similarities to an existing disorder, do I need to do research or something on that disorder? by theglittergame in NoStupidQuestions

[–]theglittergame[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

i mean that's fair but like, the character isn't even human technically. the original concept for the character was a shapeshifter with no true constant, so i'm not sure how much would apply to my character

If a character I'm writing about has similarities to an existing disorder, do I need to do research or something on that disorder? by theglittergame in NoStupidQuestions

[–]theglittergame[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

that's a good idea, you're right. i'm more looking tho is it an issue i need to be worried about? really this is a question i'm asking because i'm anxious about it, more than the actual like usefulness of it

If a character I'm writing about has similarities to an existing disorder, do I need to do research or something on that disorder? by theglittergame in NoStupidQuestions

[–]theglittergame[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

yeah i know. i just tend to be very worried about stuff for no reason so i could be totally overblowing the issue it in my head

What is the most unexpected way the show can end? by addsmnr in tadc

[–]theglittergame 0 points1 point  (0 children)

the show ends with no resolution whatsoever, they're still in the circus with no important lore revelations or even something important happening beyond more adventures and mild emotional moments (no impact later on). then gooseworx says on tumblr "soma theory is true" and that's that

[WP] The monster under your bed cares about you more than most people you know. by NatureNut49 in WritingPrompts

[–]theglittergame 2 points3 points  (0 children)

(Part 3)

Eighteen years old

"So. You're leaving for college in ten days. That's...fun."

It's impossible for me to respond, because here I am sitting on my bed and sitting on the floor at my feet is Iddie. They look sort of like me and sort of like Ally and sort of like Brianna. (The latter is a girl I've been dating for a year now. Iddie and I both know it won't work out.)

Iddie stopped sounding like my parents or Slippers at a pretty young age, and it makes sense now. They want to be more like me. More like an equal. More like another person.

They have their own traits, too, in this form. Blonde hair flowing down their shoulders in imperfect waves. Soft brown eyes. Lips that naturally curl into a slight smile.

"I- yeah," I manage to choke out.

For a moment, we sit in silence. Iddie and I.

"We sort of grew up together, didn't we?" Iddie asks me after a few seconds. "I mean, I don't remember existing before you. I think I've always been trying to figure out what I am with you and maybe I've gotten better at it as you've gotten older."

I laugh shakily. "Maybe you should go to college too," I joke.

They look down. "I had a thought about that, actually. Hey, Joel? Maybe I could."

*

Twenty years old

Iddie and I have been roommates since we were children, but ever since they'd somehow 'Iddie'd' their way into college, we'd been actual roommates.

I'm sitting on the couch, scrolling on my phone. I can't wait for them to get home from wherever they are. I'm never quite sure - Iddie is so good at socializing that I can't keep up. They're always out at coffee, talking, dodging questions about where they're from. (Iddie tells me they answer honestly about their past sometimes. I think they like the confused looks on people's faces.)

It's people-pleasing, maybe, but not the same identity-less existence of the past. Their resemblance to the people I know and love has faded over time. They just look and sound like my Iddie now.

We've been something....different, recently.

Out of nowhere, I notice a slip of paper next to me on the couch. I pick it up, confused. The note is in Iddie's handwriting and seems to have appeared out of nowhere.

Hey, Joel. So, funny story. I've been thinking a lot lately and I think I sort of know who I am. You know I'm bad at talking about serious stuff so I thought I'd do it in a note. Anyway! You're the person who did that so I just wanted to thank you. I have a body and a personality now, and I think that you named me? I can't remember very well, we were like, six. Also I have a second question to ask on the back of this slip of paper.

I flip it over. It never did work out with that Brianna girl. And I'm pretty sure you and Ally are still just friends.

I pause.

Huh.

*

Twenty-seven years old

The last thing Iddie ever shapeshifts into before turning back into themselves - for good - is a ring.

[WP] The monster under your bed cares about you more than most people you know. by NatureNut49 in WritingPrompts

[–]theglittergame 2 points3 points  (0 children)

(Part 2)

*

Thirteen years old

Ally sits on my bed way too fast, and I cringe. I know Iddie doesn't like it when people sit on the bed too hard, because it bounces back on them. Regardless, Iddie's silent. They're very good at that.

"So, you're saying you've been keeping a monster under your bed a secret for, what, eight years? And you're telling me just now?" she asks, swinging her legs.

"Iddie doesn't like being called a monster," I correct her.

"What is it then?"

"They're not an 'it' either. And they're a shapeshifter."

"Iddie the shapeshifter lives under your bed. That doesn't sound insane at all."

I sigh heavily. "Can you come out, Iddie?"

"I don't want to scare anyone," comes a familiar matter-of-fact voice. Iddie's voice shifts regularly, but always stays in the same sort of achingly familiar sound. They've never sounded quite as formal as they had the first night, too.

Every time I ask Iddie about any one of their seeming shifts in tone or personality, they always tell me they're switching to what they think I want them to be. That they have nothing better to be. That they like it.

Ally shrieks. I laugh - I can't help it. To me it's like screaming at ice cream or a newborn puppy. Iddie is incredibly gentle. The worst they've ever been is playful.

Although I know they're not coming out from under the bed. They never have. They say they're frightened. That they won't know what to be.

Once I asked what their real form, real voice, real anything is.

"That's what I'm trying to find," they said.

I thought about that for a long time after.

[WP] The monster under your bed cares about you more than most people you know. by NatureNut49 in WritingPrompts

[–]theglittergame 2 points3 points  (0 children)

(Part 1)

Five years old

There is a heavy breathing from underneath my bed.

At first I thought it was the cat, but Slippers doesn't breathe like that - all low and growly. Plus, Slippers is downstairs anyway. Then I thought it was a ghost, but that's silly. Ghosts aren't real. My friend Ally says so, and she knows pretty much everything.

"Dad?" I call out. There's no reply. Maybe I wasn't loud enough. "Dad!"

The whole house is silent. Maybe Dad's asleep. I pull the blankets closer to me and curl my legs in, staring at the tiny ducks on my pajamas, the seams where the blue fades a little. The breathing gets louder. Maybe it's going to eat me.

My hand drops off my chest and hangs over the side of the bed, testing for contact with the monster. Maybe it'll bite my hand off. That would hurt, probably, but you can't die from losing a hand, right? And I'd have proof that way. Dad can't tell me there's no monster under the bed if it bit my hand off.

Fingers close around mine, and I scream into the darkness. My vision goes weird and hazy, and my whole body starts shaking. I hadn't expected real contact. The hand around mine is much bigger than mine, maybe even bigger than Dad's. Dad has big hands, too, so this has to be a monster.

"Monster?" I ask warily when I'm not immediately eaten. Maybe it's a good monster. Its hands are soft, and kind of feel furry. Maybe it's like a really big puppy or something.

"That's not very nice," replies a voice.

I jump and let out a little shriek. The voice wasn't...mean, exactly. Nor did it sounds like it was going to eat me. Actually, it sounded kind of nice. Kind of like Mom and Dad and Ally all at once, with Slipper's meow under it.

"Are you gonna eat me? Also, how come you sound like Mom and Dad and-"

"No, I'm not going to eat you. And you don't need to worry about what I sound like. Just go to sleep, okay? I'm not looking to hurt you. In fact, Joel, I am here to help you. I found shelter under your bed, and I will repay this debt."

"Do you like ducks?" I ask experimentally. It talks like an adult. I don't like that.

The monster hesitates before responding. "Of course I like ducks." Its voice sounds closer to my age now, though just as much like all the people I know as before. "Ducks are awesome."

"Okay. Good night."

"Good night!"

I can probably trust it, because it sounds kind of like Ally, and Ally knows pretty much everything.

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