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btw the reason Utterson wanted to physically see Hyde so much, originally, is because he suspected he was Jekyll’s illegitimate son. in the first draft he gives him one look and immediately goes “well, they sure as hell aren’t related”, implying Jekyll and Hyde look as much alike as two random people on the street (cocks gun) NOT tall twink with short hair and short twink with long hair

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I'm usually annoyed when folks try to subvert something that was itself a subversion and end up just taking it full circle while being smug about it, but I make a specific exception for OCs based on sexified versions of mundane professions because it's almost always hilarious. "They're a sexy clown who's bad at being sexy" so, like, a regular clown?

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this is, as the kids say, frying me (a glasses wearer)

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HOLY PEKKK. {IHUDPIVY#F!_@)~Pz-o=pk

I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream Stage Play out on YouTube now! We put a lot of effort into this show and we hope you guys enjoy it?

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anyway in case you don’t know it yet

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AM would have the freedom motif in a Spamton way

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kitten I’m going to be honest with you. In a hubristic attempt to separate his good and evil traits with cocaine, Daddy has stretched the canvas of his soul thin against two bodies. Daddy’s identities are at war.

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If The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde took place in the modern day the transformation would be achieved by looksmaxxing but y’all aren’t ready for that conversation

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"average darkner gets divorced 3 times a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average darkner gets 0 divorces per year. Divorces G. Spamton, who lives in a dumpster & gets divorced over 10,000 times each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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Blood Meridian Illustration

“He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.” ― Cormac McCarthy

Digital Illustration, 2025

Gorchart

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Shaper of light, shaper of life.

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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.

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🚨 My Name is Nasr — and This is Our Cry for Help 🚨

I’m writing this with a heart full of pain and hope.

My name is Nasr, a young man from Gaza, and I’m sharing our story not because I want to—but because I have to.

💔 The war took everything from us.

In just moments, my entire world collapsed.

My mother and sister were killed in an airstrike.

My father is seriously ill and unable to work or provide for us.

Now I am the one responsible for my younger siblings—little children who have seen more horror than any child should.

We used to live a simple life.

We weren’t rich, but we had love and hope.

Now, we sleep under the open sky, surrounded by fear and uncertainty.

Every night, I wonder how I’ll feed them tomorrow.

Every morning, I’m just thankful we’re still alive.

This is not just my story. This is our fight to survive.

We are now struggling to afford even the basics:

A home, food, medicine, and safety.

Right now, we need your kindness more than ever.

Even $10 💵 can help us:

Buy food for the children 🍞

Get essential medicine for my father 💊

Buy them clothes or warm blankets 🧥

Give them a small sense of safety

If you can’t donate, you can still help.

🔁 Re-share this post. Spread our story.

You never know who might see it and feel moved to help.

We are not just numbers. We are human. We are survivors. And we’re asking you… please don’t look away.

🙏 Help us survive. Help us feel human again.

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From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚