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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Your Creativity Is Wild — You Keep Trying to Domesticate It A Creative Report from the Realm of Chaos… Let’s be completely honest here. Your creativity didn’t just disappear. It didn’t dry up. It didn’t abandon you. It didn’t hop the fence and run away. You caged it in, nice and tight. Somewhere along the way, you learned that creativity should be: neat explainable palatable easy to consume easy to categorize So you trimmed it down to those categories. Smoothed it right on out. Quieted it. All to make it “acceptable.” And then you wondered why it stopped showing
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
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
I’m Always the One Still Standing Rebel in the Garage, Building a Bike, While Everyone Else Disappears… The garage smells like old gas, hot metal, and bad decisions. Perfect. I’m halfway under the frame with a wrench in my hand when I hear it again , that familiar sound of people leaving. Not footsteps, exactly. More like energy. The vibe drains out of the room like someone pulled a plug. Conversations fade. Eyes slide away. Plans evaporate. Everybody suddenly “has to do something real quick.” Classic. I don’t even look up. I just keep turning the bolt
THE PERKS OF PMS — A FERAL USER manual INTRODUCTION: WELCOME TO THE TEMPORARY MONSTER UPGRADE PMS is not a weakness. It’s not a curse. It’s not “that time of the month.” PMS is a limited-edition feral buff where your body activates a version of you that could: lift a car, destroy a kingdom, burn a timeline, cry while doing taxes, sense a lie through three walls, and rebuild your entire identity in 48 hours. Your hormones basically say: “We’re rebooting the system. Hold still while we burn everything unnecessary.” Which is funny, because men call this an overreaction, but
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
WHEN THE FIRE DIES DOWN — WHAT RAGE, REBEL, VEX & LAWLESS, TEACH ME ABOUT STAYING LIT! Every flame dies down eventually. Motivation fades. Energy dips. Your spark sputters. The world gets loud and your inner fire starts feeling more like smoke than blaze. That’s when my girls show up. Not as characters, but as parts of me that never allowed the fire to go out completely. Each one teaches me how to survive the dimness, the dull, and how to reignite myself from within. 🔥RAGE — THE FIRE Rage doesn’t wait for the perfect moment. She doesn’t negotiate.