#osc brainrot
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skekthesilly · 2 months ago
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there was a kid in our class named "bryce" we were literally brainrotting so hard. were doomed. were doomed. its too late for us
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deezii69 · 7 months ago
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Guys, the text matches the drawing sm.
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bickelyaoi12 · 11 months ago
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suitcase gijinka!!
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futilemp3 · 4 months ago
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2763 ⋆。°✩ THE MOST POWERFUL NUMBER
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little gif compilation ^^
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evilherehotel · 6 months ago
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hi guys. reminder that im not dead. heres another one of these
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randomfingthings · 2 months ago
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they're rivals......so they say 🙄
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funnymothguy · 3 months ago
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Ewwwww ew ew ewwww ewwwww
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inobservableuniverse · 4 months ago
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obligatory mephone (& 3gs but he’s not drawn here) stays with two after ii18 au
i like to think mephone ends up in the kitchen cuz he wants to bake more but from 4 and x’s pov it’s just like “stop sending people into our kitchen-“
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nutellie-was-here · 6 months ago
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fanf
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happyyft · 6 months ago
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Hi. Sorry for being absent LOL
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skekthesilly · 9 months ago
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OSC BRAINROT 3:
one of my friends is part polish. they told me this today and it took me ALL OF MY WILLPOWER not to burst out cackling and go LIAM PLECAK
like. not all polish people are liam plecak, skek. you need to get this obsession under control. its been 84 years. your family misses you, skek. you keep babbling about backpacks and bottles, skek. you need to
every single thing i see has a face. i keep seeing my classmates as objects. the desks have faces and are staring at me as i do my work. my backpack keeps wailing about sticky notes. i dont have any sticky notes. every time i draw, i keep drawing them. the objects. no matter what i draw they end up with stick-thin limbs and cartoony faces. they end up as objects, every single one of them. i'm becoming a quote machine, a broken record. i keep saying the same things, over and over and over and over and over again. "making cakes without recipes is as bad as making cakes with two! metal! balls!" "my name is clock! thing that you tell the time- oh wait my name is not an acronym." "thank you for saving me! i was so thirsty... i was so-" "you cis white male scum. i can't believe youre only attracted to the opposite gender. im calling the police. police? we have some MEN here. oh my god, we're dealing with real sickos guys. gets run over." every day i say those things. no matter what happens. i don't even need a reason now. i just need to remember.
it's maddening. my life is being consumed by the objects. my organs have faces. my skin watches me. my limbs wail in anguish. they yearn for the voting results, skek. which one will get eliminated early? god im actually going insane.
god? there is no god here. only gods. only pins and needles, brushes and bulbs, tacos and tablets. only objects that aren't objects, numbers and letters and creatures and animals and humans and things that are objects, objects, objects despite them being so far from it. they are objects, and they have never been anything else.
we love these objects. cherish these objects. we made shrines and murals and statues in their figures, in their names. we became these objects, became the ones we loved so dearly, care so deeply for.
people call us "object show fans." many speak our names with confusion. "object show fans?"
others speak our names with taunting. "object show fans!"
some speak our names with disgust. "object show fans."
but they all call us fans. fans? when have we crossed the line from simple fans to worshippers? when have we crossed the line from enjoyers, simple indulgers, to ravenous creatures?
we aren't merely fans anymore. no, once you let the objects into your life you aren't just a fan. they take over your life. they appear everywhere. they aren't just one show, one thing. they are a genre. they are rapidly spreading and all-consuming. they are popular but obscure, yet a few happenings have let us tear our membranes and leak into a wider world. we are everywhere. we want everywhere. we aren't just fans anymore.
we are going insane. help me
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fouryx · 1 year ago
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drew thhe gnarpy redesign... xe looks funky /pos
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1st is lower saturation 2nd is higher. yay
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bickelyaoi12 · 11 months ago
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nurse baseball ERM!!!!!
first post and i know damn well this shit gonna get 1 like from a middle aged woman
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futilemp3 · 10 months ago
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late night Two posting!!!
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oscmemberandfan · 3 months ago
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the pin of despair and agony
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megasoup · 4 months ago
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indulging in ameliarot before bed
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