“Meelo”, a poem by Charles Mabe / BoxOrphan

Meelo was a tiny kit
Who lived inside a box
Every night he curled up there
Between a pair of socks

His home was on the sidewalk–
On joint of First and Pine
A bustling little downtown that
Was busy all the time

Meelo had no mom or dad
He had nobody there
He didn’t own a thing except
The diaper he did wear

Can we learn from where he came?
The world may never know
All he knows is him and box
Come sun or rain or snow

But people always pass his way
Sometimes they give him hugs
Sometimes they play, then wish “good day”
To Meelo of the box

Meelo seemed a happy tot
He takes it on the chin
The mystery of his existence
Never bothered him

Every other day or so
A special friend would come
A complete and total stranger
Would come and pick him up

Maybe they would take him over
To the ice cream shop
Or maybe to the hospital
To give him a check-up

Perhaps today would be the day
That he would see the zoo
Play at the park, or see a show–
Every day was new

And every night he’d be brought back
Sleeping like a babe
And placed lovingly in his box
Alone to end his day

Meelo never had to beg–
Did not even know how
People were just kinda there–
Strange as that may sound

Sometimes the rain would make him cry
Sometimes he would feel sad
But the kitten did quite well
Without a mom or dad

He never was too hungry
He never was too cold
Somehow he survived everything
And often was consoled

How did Meelo’s life make sense?
No– how was he alive?
Does not the tale of Meelo seem
All a bit contrived?

Well, that is how the story goes
When writing from your needs
You want to show a feeling
You need to share your dreams

Art does not need to make sense
It needn’t be explained
The feelings and the themes are there
Be love or hope or pain

And when you create from your needs
You give yourself some love
And you don’t know if what you make
Will help another one

So please cut loose, accept yourself
And love the art you make
And know that it is worth your love
Whatever path you take

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BoxOrphan’s Fiction Database: Blue Oliver

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26907208/

 

This information is fictional and used in writing and RP. Feel free to use this idea in your work, but please point back to me for where you got the idea! ^^

A Blue Oliver is a species and a type of “twist”, which is a parentless, genetically-engineered hybrid creature mixed from three or more animals from various families in the same class (for example, a mouse, a rabbit, and a fox are all mammals from different families). All twists are created “by hand” in a lab, are experimental, and have not reproduced or been bred. There is probably only one of each twist. Most twists are named with an adjective and then “Oliver”, referring to Oliver Twist. After a twist is created, further work is often done in order to give it various special traits, often compared to super powers.

A Blue Oliver is a mix between a rabbit, a fox, and a ferret. The only one known to exist was created to test mixing two sets of previously-shown-successful traits that can potentially be at odds with each other. Half of this Blue Oliver consists of the traits of a perfect, unaging toddler child fit for selling to would-be-parents for a high price (or selling for other sinister options, though I keep my works from explicitly stating such. I just mention it because I am BoxOrphan, and I write about healing from abuse, abandonment, and existentialism). The other half of him consists of traits of a supersoldier genius agent, as he has super intelligence, combat adaptation, strength, and leaping, as well as the inability to be permanently harmed from impacts and pierces.

This Blue Oliver’s genius mixed with his childishness and curiosity made him highly eccentric. While he is very sincere and sweet, he is intellectually-energetic and it was hard to keep him focused and loyal. Of course, this only made him so much more adorable; but the facility saw him as useless and possibly more dangerous to their secret-keeping. If he were more reserved, focused, and loyal, that would have been different. He would have been at least capable of hiding in plain sight during espionage…

This Blue Oliver is sensitive to noise and appears to have autistic traits. He wears a set of noise-dampening earmuffs with a puzzle piece symbol (the traditional symbol for autism, just to give it away visually) on the ears.

Categories Art

I Guess I’m Going to Start Learning to Draw, Like I Should Have. …On Fur Affinity.

I’ve been a closet babyfur for like a decade (which is a person who both likes anthropomorphic cartoon animals as well as a paraphilic infantilist, and they combine the two. No, infantilists are not pedophiles). I mean, as much as I talk about what childhood trauma did to me, it makes too much sense.

Well, I’m not going to be in the closet about it anymore. If I want to do the things I feel obligated to do, I need to learn how to draw. And I need to learn how to draw cartoon toddlers. And there’s no better place to do it than Fur Affinity. The place is loaded with babyfur art.

So I started using a recent account I made and getting into it. I started pushing myself to make art, and I joined some babyfur Discord channels. I started my new art by making a “fursona”. Sure, it’s just an MS Paint edit of a flash character creator, but art is art.

Here’s the finished product:

Here’s what I started with with the Oob character creator:

Then I got rid of the excess so I could work.

Then I started editing in MS Paint until I had 10 varieties of my new fursona.

A day later I updated all the colors:

I excel at creating adorable baby characters. 😛

I Don’t Draw Anymore

I used to dream all the time.

Ever since I was an infant, my life was full of bad experiences.

Repeated and heavy abuse and abandonment had left me heavily immature and always feeling confused, worthless, and angry. The immaturity and feelings and problems snowballed, getting worse until I approached 20 and staying strong until I approached 30. I won’t go into details about all of it.

All these years I would dream heavily and strongly, when I was in emotional turmoil and things were unpredictable. Even sleeping at a strange time or in a strange position would almost guarantee a dream.

I would dream vividly, and remember the themes and events, even from a very early age. I would dream about control and escape and abandonment and anger and inadequacy and validation.

I was so proud of my dreams. I would tell people about them, and tell people what they meant to me, and what I learned from them, and how others could understand their own dreams.

Recently the turmoil began to die down, though I never stopped being me, or having these thoughts, or feeling so broken. Things became predictable.

I don’t dream anymore.

I used to draw and write.

From a very young age I would draw and write my feelings in the form of fiction. I would create a fictional baby or toddler, and that character would be me. There would be action and adventure, swords and oppressive kings, spaceships and cyborgs. And “baby me” would find a place in the middle of that world. I would be hurt and abandoned by it, and I would be rescued and loved and cared for.

The last time I ever saw my adoptive mother (who was the third person to be my legal guardian), I was about 18. I showed her some of my then current “graphic novel”, a work about a child (and later teen) angel whose father had killed his mother and then abused and abandoned him. He was rescued from a highway ditch by a woman stranger, who later adopted him. The teen– for some reason or another– had to fight his father with his angel powers.

I was never a very subtle person.

She commented about how it was good that I liked to draw, but wondered why my characters “had to be so ugly”. I finally stopped drawing then.

This adoptive mother would destroy all my creative works and punish me for drawing “unchristian” things such as Sonic the Hedgehog and Lilo & Stitch and The Legend of Zelda. She was very emotionally abusive and eventually abandoned me at a reform school when I was 15, and had no intentions of taking me back.

But I said I wouldn’t go into details about my life; and if I did, I’d be here all day.

I would think about drawing since then, fairly often. I began writing a novel, which has transformed into a new work half a dozen times– because I couldn’t get it to have all the themes I needed and still make sense. I wrote a lot of beautiful and powerful music for it, which I practice occasionally on piano. But I never drew again.

The writing though? A still-in-planning work that eventually became known as “The Solemn Dream”. It used to be a work about an adult who dreamed a super-lucid dream in which he was physically a toddler, and he renamed himself “Solemn”. He had been abused and abandoned all his life, and his new form and this new dream was his way to escape. To find family. To be loved and cared for. To learn how to cope with his existence, and how to heal– at least, as much as is possible given the circumstances. But he was a fighter, and he used powers and kung fu to fight off an undecided-upon science-fantasy evil.

“The Solemn Dream” would explore how dreams worked, what happened in them, and what they meant. It stated that you could understand your dreams to understand your feelings– and that you could use that understanding to better yourself.

I could never figure out how to make it all cohesive. To make it all make sense enough. It needed Solemn to be a baby, it needed action and villains, and it needed the world to work. I could never figure it out, and I was all alone in my efforts.

So I had to give up on that too– even though I keep coming back to it. That work of fiction is the truest part of me, and I feel obligated to make it happen– though I don’t know how.

Last night was Easter, and my biological brother was over. For the first time in a decade, I said grace in public. In a world full of uncertainties and undefeatable human failure, I gave God my respect. I’m never going to be totally sure God is even there. And then– because my family was over– I gave up on sleep so they could have a bed. I didn’t go to bed until they were awake at nine.

And so I didn’t sleep. And then I slept in until 3:00. My mind didn’t adjust well to this. It was once again a strange situation, and once again I dreamed.

I dreamed about drawings I had stored away in a folder on my PC. Fully-colored comics.

Each one of them featured a “baby me” again, something that looked like Solemn. It was clearly supposed to be a purer, more childish version. Two or three years old, in diapers and everything.

The comics were really good, better than I ever thought I could do. There was almost no text to read. It gave the idea through the images alone. Some of them were funny, some were very touching. It was very clear that each comic was about a child who had been hurt and was looking to connect to someone.

My dream reminded me that I have it in me to be that clever and to cut like a knife; but when I am awake I think too much, and that talent leaves me.

I want so much to be able to do in real life what I was able to do there. I know I could reach people that way. I know that if I had the talent and the clear head to do it, it would work.

But also in that dream, I was always looking over my shoulder. I was afraid of my housemate and others seeing my desktop. I was– I am– afraid of opening up full-scale. I’m afraid of people judging me for my immaturity, my vulnerability. I’m also a male, so I’m also afraid of people seeing my obsession with returning to early childhood– as well as seeing a collection of reference images so I can learn to draw “baby me”– as me being a pedophile. I worry enough as it is what people think of me.

I RP in Final Fantasy XIV. My character is a toddler there too, with some adult cognitive ability, and plans to allow him to engage in combat a little in the future. He had a rough life and he doesn’t age. People don’t understand me or him. I get denied membership in most groups. People judge first, and usually before even so much as speaking to me. It was the same for D&D, as I would try to play a very similar character. Some people tell me I should just play an adult, but those people don’t understand who I am and why I do what I do.

But I digress.

I don’t draw anymore.

I’m afraid I can’t devote the time to learning how to draw well, and that I can’t be talented enough to capture the complexity and emotion of my thoughts.

I don’t know if I have the answer. I don’t know if I could just start drawing again today. I can’t seem to find suitable resources to learn to draw better, and I don’t know if I could devote the time.

But I’m seriously thinking about it now.

I fear dying. I’m afraid all these thoughts and feelings and experiences will die with me. That I will never feel adequate, never have reached people, and never have connected.

I’m 30 in a few months. I think, maybe, that if I don’t find a way to share all of these things now, I never will.

If you’ve gotten to this point in this “story”, thank you. I feel like I talk too much and that a lot of the stuff I say is pretentious or poorly-stated. Maybe I’ve connected with someone today.

With that said, I don’t know what else to say. I don’t have the answers. I just needed to share this, to put it down somewhere so I would never forget.

May you find your way to a happiness and a sincerity that can be passed on to others. Happy existence to you all.

FFXIV RP Guidelines: Character Alibis

If characters have responsibilities but their players are not available to RP, what are the characters doing?

List at least one answer for each of the three scenarios.



Explanations:

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

This means that the character is most certainly there because they have to be, but you the player are not available. For example, if everyone was imprisoned in the previous “event RP”, but you couldn’t join the follow-up RP session.

  • Describe what you want done or said about the situation, or
  • If you want others to play your character, how you would want them to play your character in your stead?

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

What would your character most-likely be doing that would make them absent?

If you are not available out-of-character to tell the RPers what your character is doing, the RPers would choose any one of the things you list here as the canonical choice for what your character said they were doing.

Any other time the character isn’t there:

If your character is just casually absent, what would your character most-likely be doing?

If you are not available out-of-character to tell the RPers what your character is doing, the RPers would choose any one of the things you list here as the canonical choice for what your character said they were doing.


Here is what everyone said:

—Jorun Iwata

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there:


—Ryoku Hellvalor

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there:


—Alric Cantrell

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there:


—Kitah Lunaris

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

  • If Ryoku is there, he can play Kitah as he sees fit
  • If Ryoku is not there, Kitah will be a statue– watching and aware, but choosing to observe rather than participate

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Would have sent a letter, or spoken with another member of the RP

  • An emergency came up
  • Was sent on another mission, usually time sensitive in nature

Any other time the character isn’t there:

  • Taking care of household issues
  • Personal reasons she prefers to not disclose for her own sanity, and the safety of others

—Evie Meliel

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there:


—Orphaniel Bunansa

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

Tagalong Orphie Mode. Just have whoever is watching Orph play him. Play him as quiet and dependent; because when he is active or makes decisions, I want to choose his actions myself.

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Either:

  • Someone can be babysitting
  • He can be at home cleaning, cooking, or other kinds of work, or practicing music
  • He can be dropped off at the Quicksand Inn

Any other time the character isn’t there:

Same as above. Either:

  • Someone can be babysitting
  • He can be at home cleaning, cooking, or other kinds of work, or practicing music
  • He can be dropped off at the Quicksand Inn

—Xavier Ruairidh

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there:


—Firkmann Lalaralza

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

Firk is to be played loosely by Orphaniel, otherwise he is just to be left as a statue.

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Firkmann either slept in or some emergency came up.

Any other time the character isn’t there:

Going out on a mission, or visiting his family.


—Y’tahka Tia

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there:


—Draoidheacht Briseadh

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

“You would at least not entrust RPing your character to anyone else, right?”

“It’s not even a matter of that, on the whole. I wouldn’t, but that’s not the concern. The concern is, I wouldn’t want them to continue without me anyway. I wouldn’t care if I was apprised later, I wouldn’t care if it made sense to, I would care I wasn’t there when they carried on. XD”

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there:


—Vachirsrung Kha

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

“Or if you want someone to play your character, you can say that”

“^ this is a hell no”

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there:


—Insert Name Here

If the character definitely is there, but the player is not:

If the character said in previous RP that they would be there, but the character just isn’t there:

Any other time the character isn’t there: