Nobody Was Arrested, But Everyone Was Questioned An Entry Straight From The Realm Of Chaos…. Setting: The Bad Breed Maa’s were invited to a garage party, but there were un-liked guest, that are secretly against the realm invited, and the Maa’s know… Leaving it business as usual. By the time the questions started, the damage was already done. Nothing was actively on fire anymore, at the moment anyways. No one was bleeding in a way that required paperwork. And technically, technically, no laws had been broken, like many of those exist. That’s why it got weird, and
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I Lift Heavy Because I Have to Lift My Life A Rebel entry on strength I don’t lift heavy because I love the gym. I lift heavy because my life is heavy. Some days I train because I want to. Most days I train because if I don’t, everything else feels heavier than it already is. People like to romanticize fitness. I don’t. Strength isn’t a hobby for me. It’s a requirement. Strength Was Never About the Mirror I don’t train for aesthetics. I train so my body doesn’t become another thing I
Petty Magic 101 A Class by Vex (Attendance Mandatory, Consent Optional) Vex would like to clarify something before we begin. Petty magic is not “low-level” magic. It is precision magic. And it is vastly misunderstood. Petty magic isn’t about destruction. It’s about inconvenience with intent. It’s the art of small, targeted chaos. The kind that doesn’t burn the Realm down, just reminds everyone who’s paying attention. Vex started teaching Petty Magic after realizing the other Bad Breed Maa’s had absolutely no respect for personal space, personal property, or personal boundaries. So she educated them. Magically.
Getting It In While the Realm Is on Fire A One Bad Maa Reality, Observed by Vex There is no “quiet time” in the Realm. There is no perfect window. No peaceful stretch. No soft music playing while everyone respectfully leaves you alone. There are goblins. There are interruptions. There is always someone asking for something exactly when you pick up the weight. And somehow… you still get it in. One Bad Maa doesn’t wait for ideal conditions to train. If she did, she’d never move again. The Realm doesn’t pause just because her body needs
Anger Isn’t the Problem, Direction Is… A Rage Perspective on Mindset People are terrified of anger. They treat it like a flaw. Like something that needs to be fixed, softened, medicated, or apologized for. Rage doesn’t buy that. Anger isn’t chaos by default. Unfocused anger is. There’s a difference. Rage learned early that anger is information. It shows up when: A boundary has been crossed Something is being tolerated too long Energy is being wasted Truth is being ignored Anger doesn’t appear randomly. It arrives with data. Most people panic when they feel it. Rage listens.
The Art of Shredding Lawless on Wheels, Concrete, and Why Movement Is Creative People think skating is just exercise. That’s how you can tell they’ve never actually shredded. Shredding isn’t cardio. It’s not a hobby. It’s not “cute.” It’s art made at speed. Lawless doesn’t skate to look graceful. She skates because standing still makes her restless. Concrete doesn’t care about your mood. Wheels don’t care about your excuses. Momentum either happens , or it doesn’t. That’s the appeal. 🛼Shredding starts the moment you push off. There’s no pause button. No “let me
The Realm Does Not Pick Chosen Ones — It Collects Lunatics. As formally documented by the Goblin Historical Society (Annotations provided by Senior Archivist: Grubbin Blacktooth, PhD in Irresponsible Anthropology) Prologue Most worlds choose their heroes carefully. They consult prophecies, align stars, and look for noble hearts. The Realm, in contrast, has never demonstrated that level of restraint. Instead of hand-selecting “Chosen Ones,” the Realm simply waits for the loudest, angriest, most catastrophically stubborn individuals to wander into its borders… and then it adopts them. Some scholars describe this process as “chaotic magnetism.” Others call it “cosmic negligence.” We, the
My Discipline Is Chaotic, Not Cute People love to talk about discipline like it’s a color-coded planner, a pastel water bottle, and a perfectly lit desk. Good for them. My discipline? Oh babe… Mine looks like a garage, a goblin screaming in the corner, and a cup of coffee I forgot I made three hours ago. There’s no aesthetic here. No “morning routine.” No “boss babe” monologue playing in the background. My discipline is held together by: roller skate wheels that need tightening, a wrench I can’t find until I don’t need it, pure spite, chaotic momentum, and the
Chaos Academy: The Official Cultural Values of the Realm (Revised for Goblins, Gremlins, Mothers on skates & Motorcycle Witches) Welcome to Chaos Academy, the only educational institution where: safety is theoretical, rules are optional, and the middle finger is part of the core curriculum. If you’ve stumbled in by accident, congratulations, you belong here more than you think. Nobody arrives at the Realm on purpose; they get dragged, summoned, or fall through a crack in their own sanity and land on the garage floor next to a pile of mismatched roller skates and a goblin chewing on a spark
The Art of Giving The Bird Field Notes from Vex, Resident Chaos Creative There are a lot of things they don’t teach you in school. How to protect your peace. How to say no without apologizing six times. How to walk away from people who drain the life out of you. And, of course, how to properly flip someone off. Hi. I’m Vex. Part-time spell-slinger, full-time creative menace of the Realm. Rebel smashes things, Lawless steals things, Rage burns things down… I? I stylize the disrespect, and protect what’s mine magically. Because anyone can stick up a