I originally created this account when I was around 12/13, and way before a lot of life happened. I’m shocked I managed to remember the password to this, but I’m pleased I have it back.

My main account is corvusrattus now, but I’ll keep this one around for another picto/character

It’s so insane to think I made this when I was transitioning to middle school, especially since I’m a sophomore in college now,,, but I’m so happy to have this back! I plan on giving the account a facelift of sorts to update with how I identify now, but I’m so happy to share this recollection of memories with all of you

I CANNOT BEAR TO RETURN THERE...
OH I CAN'T BEAR THE TURMOIL, THE GRAVES THAT LIE BENEATH THE COLLAPSED AND DILAPIDATED CHAPEL THAT LAY. I CRAVE THE TASTE OF TAPIOCA AND BROWN SUGAR TO EASE THE TURMOIL.
MY CHONKY COKE NOW TURNED TO ASH BENEATH THE ROTTING STATUES, THE SPIDER BECOMING A DISGUSTING SHADE OF DEHYDRATED URINE, NO LONGER GOLDEN BUT JUST A ROTTEN ORANGE.
I DREAD WHAT MAY COME, BUT I WILL PARTY LIKE WE'VE GOT NO TOMORROW, LIFE IS NOT A WASTE OF TIME, TIME IS NOT A WASTE OF LIFE, LETS GET WASTED AND HAVE THE TIME OF OUR LIVES.


I HAVE 15000 KILOGRAMS OF BROWN SUGAR AND MILK LINED UP AND WITH AN INTOXICATING STOCKS OF TAPIOCA POWDER!! LET US LEARN FROM THE GREATS BEFORE US

I'M SITTING IN THE RUINS OF WHAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE THE ONE WAY I'D REACH ULTIMATE DIVINITY, BUT SLOWLY OVER TIME I REALIZE THAT I ONLY TRULY SAW MY GOD THROUGH THE BLACK MIRRORED EYES OF JENNIFER, SHE SHOWED ME HOW TO LOVE, HOW TO TRULY SEEK MY INNER PEACE AND CONFIDENCE THROUGH THE TOUGH TIMES, BEEN THERE, DONE THAT.

NOW SHE'S OFF TO ACHIEVE HER DREAMS, EVEN IF IT WAS AT A COST, GONE SHE GOES, IF IT HAD TO BE THIS WAY, i MAY GO WITH HER IN SEARCH OF FINDING THE SAME DREAM.
BUT I MAY ALSO WAIT UNTIL THE FOREST RETURNS TO PEACE ONCE MORE, I WILL BE THE MR WORLDWIDE 305!!!!! NOBODY CAN TAKE THAT FROM ME....

I apologize for my ugly English.
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Appearance:

by me
Art by Fernelescent


Nature: The soul of a dead man in the body of a deer with a human face.

Name: Saater. It was a word he remembered from the first time he woke up in the Forest. Maybe it wasn't a first name, but a surname. Or maybe it was the name of his best friend or his cat.

Gender: Male. He has trouble adjusting to his deer form, so he avoids romance.

Age: Saater died as a human when he was 21 years old. He is now an immortal creature and is able to change his age at will: he can be old, an adult, or a fawn.

Sign: Possibly Pisces. Saater can't remember what day he was born when he was human, and he hasn't found any recognizable constellations in the sky in the Endless Forest.

Character Traits: He is very kind, trustful,, compassionate and empathetic, but carries a hidden pain in his heart. He suffers from bipolar disorder: sometimes he is active, cheerful and playful, sometimes he is melancholic and unsociable. Believes in God. Fatalist.

Theme and voice: https://youtu.be/EFz6lXzcyFQ

Art: https://toyhou.se/31417014.saater/gallery


Saater (we'll call him that) grew up with loving parents in a world similar to ours. He was thoughtful, empathetic, friendly but a little cowardly. Avoided conflict, loved poetry, philosophy and music. He had an older brother, weak from birth, who was seriously ill. Saater was very attached to him. Overcoming his cowardice, he always defended him and read poetry to him at home. Saater had true friends - schoolmates. They were almost inseparable. He liked one girl, but he was afraid to admit his sympathy for her.

I WISH I COULD'VE SAID GOODBYE... I WISH I COULD HAVE DONE MORE,
JENNIFER IS HURT, AND HIDING IN THE FOREST'S UNTOUCHED SPACES THAT I'LL NEVER SEE, FAR FROM THE GLITZ AND GLAMOUR OF THE SECOND DECADE'S GOLDEN TOUCH, THE PLACE SHE AND I COULD NEVER REACH QUITE JUST ENOUGH.....

THE SPIDER STILL FEEDS OFF THE REMAINS OF A FALLEN CATHEDRAL, LINED WITH FAR TOO MANY GRAVES WITH THE NAMES DEGRADED OVER TIME,
THE SPIDER DOESN'T CARE TO RENEW, FOR HE MOST LIKELY DREAMS OF MORE TO DECORATE.

I LOOK AT THE STATUES WITH MY FACE HOT WITH ANGER, MY TEARS RAIN DOWN MY CHEEKS LIKE BOILING WATER.
I'D GIVE ANYTHING JUST TO SAY GOODBYE TO JENNIFER AND TO MEET THE LOVE OF HER LIFE...
IF ONLY THE SPIDER KNEW THE TRUE LOVE YOU SHARED.

IF ONLY HE DIDN'T DESIRE YOU MARRY A MAN AND HAVE MILLIONS OF LADYBUGS SHARE YOUR SAME FACES AND DEVOUR MORE OF THE LAND THAT BE.
HE DOES NOT CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU, NOR I, JENNIFER. BUT I'LL MISS YOU.

I WILL BE IN SEARCH THROUGH THE RUINS FOR OUR PICTURES WE TOOK TOGETHER OF ALL THE PARTYS IN THE HOTEL LOBBIES WE TOOK... THE PICTURES IN TIMES SQUARE WITH THE KODAK...

I MISS JENNIFER... I SEARCHED THE WHOLE FOREST, WONDERING WHERE SHE COULD'VE GONE, BUT I WENT JUST IN CIRCLES, SHE COULDN'T HAVE GONE, UNLESS UNDERGROUND, UNLESS IN THE AIR, I'M WRITING LETTERS, BEGGING TO THE GODS THAT LAY BEFORE ME WITH THEIR TWO STATUES, NOW LOOKING MORE AND MORE CHIPPED WITH THE DECADE AND A HALF, THEY MAKE HOMES FOR ISPODS AND NOW A STARVING SPIDER, LONGING FOR THE CHANCE TO DRAIN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM, INVADING THEIR CONTROL OF WHERE THEY CAN GO, PLANNING TO MAKE EVERY LITTLE ONE OF THEM, A SPIDER LIKE HIM....

HE TOLD THE ISOPODS THAT THE TWIN GODS ARE HIS SOLE MOTIVATOR, HIS STARVATION IS PURELY FICTICIOUS, I'VE SEEN HIM FEAST ON OTHER SPIDERS, THOUGH HE CLAIMED HE NEVER HAD.
HE WISHES TO BE THE ISOPODS, HE ENVIES THEIR POWER, THE WAY THEY CLIMB, DEVOUR ALL THE DECAY HE LEFT
BEHIND, TAKING ALL HE SPANNED OUT FOR MILES AND MILES THAT REPEAT, OVERLAP, AND BECOME THE SAME PATCHES OF GRASS THAT MAKE UP THE ENDLESS CYCLE THAT IS HIS BRUTALITY.

THE TWIN GODS DO NOTHING...

I WAS ON A TRIP THROUGH THIS WACKY FOREST, IN SEARCH FOR MY BELOVED SWEET LADY JENNIFER BUT SHE'S NOWHERE, NOT EVEN HAVING THE BEST NIGHT OF HER LIFE IN THE LOG WITH THE OTHER BUGS, SHE USED TO BE A WILD GAL, CRAZY GIRL, BUT NOW SHE'S GONE OFF THE RAILS, OFF THE GRID.
SHE WANTED TO BE A COUNTRY GIRL... BUT I NEVER BELIEVED SHE'D LEAVE LIKE THAT. THAT'S TOUGH.



I WENT IN SEARCH AND MET THIS WILD LOOKING GUY WITH ONE EYE AND A MASSIVE FIGURE. HE TOLD ME TO CHECK BACK INTO MY LOCAL FOREST COMMUNE, SCREAM IT OUT, NEWSPAPERS, MISSING POSTERS, SITTING ONTOP OF GRANNYS COASTERS.
SO I WAS SETTING LETTERS AND MET THIS LADY CALLED "PRETTY WOMANS FROM YOUR CITY TONIGHT."
NOW THATS ONE FREAKY TITLE, ALARMING EVEN. I WAS DISTRAUGHT AND BEGGED FOR HER TO HEAR MY PLEAS FOR HELP, JENNIFER KNEW THOSE KINDS OF GALS, SHE WAS A LADY LOVING LADYBUG, SUPER COOL AND FANCY. SHE EVEN LOOKED LIKE JENNIFERS TYPE, WE KEPT SPEAKING ON A TELEGRAPH, BUT THIS LADY DIDN'T SEEM TO LISTEN TO MY CRIES, ALL SHE CARED ABOUT WAS THE REAL NASTY STUFF< THAT FREAKY STUFF, BUT MY TIME WAS LIMITED.
I BEGGED FOR HELP IF SHE KNEW WHERE ACROSS THE PLANET MY FRIEND JENNIFER HAD GONE, TO GO ONTO THE PLANE WITH ME, TO BOOK THE HOTEL, SHE COULD BRING HER GIRLFRIENDS, BUT THIS LADY FREAKED ME OUT A BIT.

TURNS OUT SHE NEEDED 50 GRAND TO HELP VISIT ME TO THE AIRPORT, I SAT THERE WAITING AFTER PAYING HER MOST MY SAVINGS MEANT FOR FINDING JENNIFER. I WAS GONNA PAY THAT FOR JENNIFERS MEDICAL ASSISTENCE, OH JENNIFER. I"M SO SORRY JENNIFER, I KNOW YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE FINE BUT GAL YOU"LL GET YOURSELF CAUGHT IN A FAN.

THIS FREAKY LADY LIED TO ME, SHE GHOSTED ME BEFORE EVEN HALLOWEEN SEASON, LEFT INTO THE AIR, STOLE MY CASH AND NOW SHE"S OFF.
...I"M DOOMED. I STILL DON"T KNOW WHERE JENNIFER IS.... DONT TRUST THOSE LADIES IN YOUR CITY, THEY"LL LIE TO YOU AND BE SUPER NASTY.

JENNIFER... MY BUG... SHE'S MISSING..........
THAT'S NOT DALE, THAT'S ROWDY, I'M IN NEED OF A HOTEL CHURCH BELL DEVINE INTERVENTION.....



JENNIFER COME BACK!!

dance! dance when no one else will!



dance for the eternal stones! dance for their wisdom!

hard lines are my favorite. affronts to nature. how BOLD!

Her eyes swam with confusion, lost in a golden haze of strange symbols and unfamiliar sights, while her nose stung from even stranger smells, her sense of being had been displaced and her mind raced to cling to memories from where she had just been expelled.


My soul. Her consciousness reached for her chest, and her body moved to accommodate once familiar movements, but her now furred knee graced only soft fur where once had been, had ALWAYS been her soul stone.


While her body suddenly ached with a grieving sense of loss, it was also swept away upon her eyes nestling on a golden symbol floating above her, replaced only with confusion at her innate understanding that what she gazed upon was her, her in her entirety, much like her coloured gem that had nestled upon her chest. It was the ever present reflection of herself, her indication, her name, her being.


My soul? But why, why had it shifted? Was she dead? Her head swam as she tried to remember, tried to understand what was happening. No. She could not die, her body would simply be reclaimed by the mother, the moon, to dot the skies as stars in her loving embrace, until she was yet again ready to grace the gifted plane of Astraea with her kin, as a fallen star under the watch of her father the sun.

Astraea. Oh by the three, their mothers rage had warped the realm, punishing her kin -her fathers favoured- for their arrogance.

Fire, she remembered fire, warmth as the juveniles and even elders of the fathers favoured wrecked havoc upon the three's elements.

Nerea; their once clear and pure waters polluted with ash and debris.
Ciel; their guiding winds clouded with smoke and haze.
And Aurelia; the most suffering of all for the fathers favoured antics, their earth burnt, sullied, defiled with flames, cinders and embers.