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hear me out: what if they just don’t

they just don’t shit

Do skibidi toilets need to poop? Would they poop into themselves?

Skibidi Toilets shit into each other's mouths.

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Hope for the democratic party?

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how it feels to wash your hair and brush your teeth and have clean clothes on

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new forsaken render dropped

they’re the coparents ever

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This is by no means a groundbreaking new thought or anything, but just wanted to put a reminder out there. If you're an avid fanfic enjoyer, take a quick moment, it doesn't have to be long at all, to leave a comment on that author's work you're binge reading or enjoying a new posted chapter update of. You have no idea how much it means to that person to get something even as straight forward as "wow I really liked that."

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can they perform on your dashboard real quick

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this is what the scene in dess’ room sounded like to me 😭 rn i have to focus on the small funny parts bcs chapter four has so much to process i feel insane

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on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening

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YES. YES. EXACTLY GOD YES FUUUUUUUUUCK AGHHHHHHHHH SHES THE SOPPING WET BIRD EVER

i heart sopping wet and miserable J

in love with depictions of J as downbeat loser that wont let go of the past. she's just a girl failure that desperately latches on to corpo jargon and professionality for a dead company to cope with feeling useless, pushing others away at the same time despite her innate desire to be included and important. she'd rather literally work her way to being liked by one person (a boss of some sort) than simply learn to acknowledge her mistakes and socially improve herself so she could be liked by many. she is pathetic and perfect, heart emoji...

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no level 2 Uzi is solver drone uzi

you look at a fic with the bad parent khan doorman tag and it’s just this shit

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Shout out to mentally ill people who dropped out of school

- shout out to the kids who were “so bright” and ‘heading somewhere” and had to drop out because school was too much to handle along with mental illness

- shout out to the kids who struggled to get where they got before they dropped out

- shout out to the kids who tried and tried and tried and still couldn’t finish

you aren’t unintelligent because you dropped out of school, you aren’t a delinquent or a bad person because you dropped out of school, just because you did what you had to doesn’t make you a bad person

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OH MY GOD THIS IS SO COOL??? do u plan to write a full fic or is this gonna be all for this, because i v much don’t mind if so but i would also LOVE to see more of this!

Ouroboros 

V glanced up when the door opened, glad for any distraction from the tedious sorting she and J were working through. Tessa had been desperately apologetic for accidentally knocking over the shelf holding more than a dozen containers of different nuts and bolts and other little metal bits and bobs she didn’t know the name of. But the two of them were going on their second hour of picking through mixed metal parts, and it wasn’t exactly V’s favorite task in the world.

Her smile as N stepped into the room slowly fell. He had a hand to his visor, hollow eyes flicking about with a cornered sort of desperation. He was oddly rumpled, shirt untucked and tie missing. His hard hat was gone too, and his hair was all over the place. He stumbled, like his legs were weak, and when he reached out for a table to brace himself, he aimed so low that he nearly crashed into it.

“N?” V said, half rising from her seat. “Are you okay?” 

J scowled. “What happened to you, bozo?” 

N stared at them like they were ghosts. He looked around, then down at himself, then back up at them. “I…” he choked. He wavered the way a human would before fainting.

Abandoning her task, V hurried around the table to support him. Even J’s glower had lightened with concern. 

“Did you get in trouble for something?” V asked. She couldn’t think of anything other than being smacked around that could have done this to him. 

“Weren’t you out gardening?” J asked. 

V exchanged a look of confusion with J. Gardening was one of N’s favorite duties, and a secluded one too. He would’ve had to put effort into getting in trouble out there. 

She faced N again to find he was staring at her, all big teary eyes pinched together. “V?” he whispered. “Is this… real?”

“Maybe the sun finally fried his processor,” J said. 

V ignored her. “Of course it’s real, N. Why wouldn’t it be?” 

He shook his head. 

“C’mon. Sit down for a minute.” He followed like a lost, frightened puppy when she took his hand and guided him to a spare chair at the sorting table. “Should I get Tessa?”

“Tessa,” he repeated. He put his hand over his mouth. “Oh god. I think I’m gonna puke.” 

J made a wordless sound of urgency and practically threw an empty bucket at V. She shoved it at him, and he tucked it between his knees, hunched over, in time to retch into it. V winced as he shook, shoulders jerking. 

“I was joking about the sun,” J said. “But what the hell, did you actually manage to contract robot heatstroke?” 

V rubbed his back as the episode passed, leaving him breathing heavily with his forehead pressed to the table. “She’s right, N. We should bring you to the technicians to be looked over—”

The door opened again, and this time, it was Cyn who poked her head into the room. There was something… off about her. V couldn’t have explained it, but a shiver stole up her spine. 

“There you are,” Cyn said. “I—”

N lurched to his feet. The chair tipped over, and V was just barely quick enough to snatch the bucket up before it could spill. He faced Cyn, and she saw his hand flex oddly, arm starting to raise like he was going to point at her, before he froze in place. 

At the same time he’d moved, Cyn grinned strangely, tauntingly, before she also went completely still, eyes wide and expression dropping. 

V stepped away, hugging the bucket like a shield. Her eyes darted between them, back and forth, in a panic. J had gone all tense, looking as taken aback as V felt. 

She’d never seen N react to Cyn like that. He always had a smile for his little sister, and certainly never the glare she could just make out at this angle. And Cyn had never looked anything beyond happy or innocently confused. Even when she said she was annoyed or upset, her expression never soured. 

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” J finally said after a long, fraught silence. 

“This is… inconvenient,” Cyn said. It wasn’t an answer to J. She was plainly speaking to N.

N tilted his head. But not in his cute puppy-ish way. V’s shoulders rose, and she inched further away from him. She felt, inexplicably, like she was facing a predator. 

“This changes nothing,” Cyn said. 

“Oh,” N replied lowly. “I think this changes everything.” 

Cyn narrowed her eyes. Her hand twitched at her side, and V would’ve sworn she saw a light flash around her hand, but it was gone in a blink. She scowled. 

And N grinned back like he was baring fangs he didn’t have. 

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basically: time travel fix-it where N gets shot back to the manor except, hahaha, Cyn does too

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no see this isn’t actually abuse he’s upgrading her. it’s like tf2 engineer with his buildings she will soon become a level 2 uzi

you look at a fic with the bad parent khan doorman tag and it’s just this shit

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i really like the hc that the skins are different and seperate people from the normal survivors

so that stems another hc of mine, that the skins of characters are actually those characters forsakend. But since they cant be their own person (too cluttered) they serve as an extension of the in game character

What i mena by extension is that theyre the actual people (V2, BV Yi Xi, Tommy Jarvis), its just they have to keep the relative shape of who theyre an extension of. Like Tommy having to keep Guest's face, hair, and body, even when hes his own person.

Like Guest 1337's Ultrakill skin? Actually V1, its just it has to be an extension of Guest 1337 since it can't be its own person. Vanity Jason? Actually Butcher's Vanity Yi Xi, but has to be an extension of Jason. Etc etc.

This applies for all character skins 👍

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I like my azuretime (and especially two time) with depressing biblical references

Fun theory time! Two Time was never granted a second life and died with Azure from the little canon hanahaki thing they've got going on. The spectre resurrected a corpse. They are not revived. They are revived guilt.

Here's a lil series of paintings I did for a scene from my upcoming Azuretime pmv

Really enjoyed painting these even if it took hours

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It's been tiring but we're still here, happy pride yall