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I hope this doesn't explode me, I'm scared.

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

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my cat

-co ownen

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I LOVE PIZZABURGER.

-Coowner

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Yoo

part two of my fanfic. I know I know, I'm just so fast at typing 😏

I used google translator for Pest, so forgive me it WILL be inaccurate.

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You decided to talk to them.

"Hi there."

You say, the elevator quiet enough for any people and/or players to hear you clearly. Instead, the beetle dude ignores you, and the tall concrete man turn towards you, most likely not knowing who you were talking to, as you were barely facing to the side to be facing anyone directly.

"Well, hello there, friend. I don't believe I've ever seen you before, are you perhaps new?"

Yeah well, no s-

You quickly interrupt your thoughts and respond to him.., kindly.

"... Yeah, just moved into an apartment not too long ago. Where I used to live is no longer an option so... I'm here, I guess. My name's {Y/N} {AND LAST NAME IF YOU WANT}. How about you?"

He responded shortly after you spoke, his voice sounding oddly soft, followed by the sound of scraping concrete as his limbs moved, slightly adjusting his scarf.

"My name is Wallter. It is very nice to meet you, friend."

It's a bit odd that he's calling you friend, as you like to talk to people a bit more before even gaining the title of acquaintances, but you didn't mind. You would likely need a friend that could make you relax- even if it's only by a little- just from their company and maybe their voice.

You talk to him for just a bit, before the conversation gets cut off by the players running into the elevator. They were gone for five minutes. Five minutes of peace, replaced by the players' stupid ramblings.

A few uninteresting or downright dangerous floors pass and quite a bit of players that have died have left to wherever, not coming back to the Regretevator, leaving the place half empty. Walter left a few floors back, molding himself into the concrete wall that was seen on one of the floors. The beetle dude never left. They were acting funny, looking around whenever a player was really close to them, and waiting till everyone's eyes (including yours) were off them to do whatever. Then the elevator stopped at a floor that seemed to be a place kinda like a convenience store. You were a bit hungry. A snack wouldn't kill you. You walked out of your corner a bit, observing your surroundings.

The place wasn't exactly arranged, but it wasn't messy either. It had a seemingly very overworked cashier at the counter, tired of his life.

The players rushed out and started STEALING ITEMS!? What was WRONG with these people? You watch as some people that got spotted by the cashier and had the item magically taken out of their hand and back on the shelf, get mad and disappear into thin air. There were fewer players here now. Bliss. You were getting tired of the occasional sprits of water that they seemed to find funny. Tired of their continuous yapping at you.

You walked out the elevator to go pick a snack, all of a sudden, the beetle dude that has been silent all this time fixed their eyes on you. You could feel them. More than two.

You picked out a few snacks and went to pay, not wanting to go through the trouble of looking for a credit card in your wallet, you reach into your pocket and slam a twenty on the counter, not sure if you overpaid because the stuff here looks pretty cheap, but not caring. The cashier didn't look up as you walked back to the elevator, snacks in hand. You didn't mind that as you only just wanted to get back to your apartment right away to not get stuff thrown at you by the players. (Sometimes they threw flower petals that were pretty, but you weren't sure if you were allergic, so you often brushed most of it off)

The beetle dude(your new adopted name for them) was looking directly at you. You noticed, getting a bit itchy from their eyes being focused on you. Then they spoke. Their voice was a bit scratchy, interested, untrustworthy, and laced with ill intent. It made you tense. Man, you really wish Wallter was here instead of the other person... caterpillar... that seemed a bit too depressing to talk to, that took his place.

"{Name}, is it?"

"..."

"You just moved, no?"

"..."

"People always need more than one friend when they move somewhere new, they also need あなたのお金を保持している友人。 My name is Pest."

You really wish that you understood what they said in that last part. You really did because you didn’t trust this guy enough to let him speak another language around you. You didn’t like the fact that even when you didn’t respond he still spoke to you.

“あなたは本当に難しい人ですね… It’s disrespectful to not respond when someone speaks to you.”

Like he can be talking about “disrespect”. Aren’t they the one that refused to respond when you tried to have a conversation with them? You finally responded.

“Quite the hypocrite you are.”

“哀れだな, thinking about something that happened long ago”

“It was quite literally like, 20 minutes ago. Hard to forget being ignored.”

He was quiet for a moment, perhaps thinking.

“愚か者になるな, that never happened.”

Wow. Top tier gaslighting, 10/10. You went back to staying silent, not bothering to listen to his foolish words and tolerate his childlike behavior no longer. A few floors passed, and the elevator finally came back round to your apartment floor. You took a step forward to exit the Regretevator,(which, staying true to its name, you regret going on) then-

“頑固になるのはやめなさい！ When someone offers friendship, you accept!”

You turn your head back and see Pest basically lunge at you(The things they would do for money... tsk tsk tsk...). You manage to dodge, nearly tripping backwards as Pest got back up, letting out an angry scoff before talking with that fairly deep, scratchy voice.

“君の勝ちだ。私は諦める。 Tsk, being so difficult for no reason.”

“Pardon? Are we hallucinating together or something? You just lunged at me.”

“Simply an invitation for a hug.”

You looked at him. Then you turned on your heel and walked away. You just spent 35 minutes in the Regretevator and only ended up getting some snacks, plus a side of harassment. Not even that fresh air you wanted. You’re gonna unpack a few more boxes before bed today.

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I'm gonna yell this down your ear.

I NEED A PRESSURE AU WHERE ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE NATURAL SEA CREATURES AND CAN CONTROL DIFFERENT PARTS OF OCEAN. I AIN'T SAYING "DIFFERENT PARTS OF OCEAN" AS IN "THIS WATER IS MY TERRITORY" IM SAYING AS IN "I CONTROLE THE CORAL, HE CONTROLS THE FISH, SHE CONTROLS THE WATER, AND THEY CONTROL THE SAND" DO YOU HEAR ME? I NEED POSIDON SIZED SEBASTIAN NOW.

*I say, choking you and lifting you off the ground cutely ❤️*

THIS IS NOT A WANT. THIS IS A NEED.

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Yo

Trying my hand at fanfic writing.

This is a Regretevator fanfic hehe. I love Lampert.

This will be split into 2 parts.

Can't be too good.

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Why won't it's be in the freaking center 💔

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You didn't want to be here.

You really didn't.

Nor should you even be able to exist here. In this unusually polluted city that is nowhere near the clean places you used to live in. It would basically kill you to inhale once.

How did you get here..? Why are you here? You know exactly why... But, you wish you didn't know what you did to end up in this hell.

This horrid place with a regrettable elevator, (horrible joke I'm so sorry) Regretevator. You hope whoever made this elevator is suffering somewhere worse, because you've heard about this place, and barely, but still quite a bit, comments on it are positive. Including those people- players, you correct your thoughts, that comment on their "favorite characters".

They're called players because they can't be counted as the people that live here. You've heard that they come and go wherever they want once tired of the place, but not somewhere the Regretevator does, oh no, to basically a new plain of existence. They can die and come back as many times as they want, and act as if life is a game itself, which sounds like a pain in the ass.

And the reason you're so mad even though you haven't even touched the elevator is because you will need it to get in and out of the building, because there are way too many steps. But whoever made this elevator obviously hates people to not let it function like a normal elevator.

Well, you had no right to complain right now. You'd only now just been ripped away from your old home, forced to scurry here from your sweet, quiet life in your rural town. Back there, the houses were somehow cheap enough for your life savings to afford it after four years of paying for college. It may have been cheap, but it was much better than where your parents lived. Bigger, customizable, and comfy, like a cottage in the woods, except with neighbors, neighbors that were friendlier than that big dog named Bruce your old friend had.

Anyways, by "ripped away", you mean the big bad businessmen tore down the town, after years, years, of it being left at peace outside the large city. Just for more buildings to pollute the one part of the place that could still see the stars. Just for more buildings to scar the view and make it an ugly blotch of what it once was.

After that you had to move into the actual city. Well, a different city because you wouldn't dare go live in the city that took apart the lovely place you once lived in. So, you ended up here. In this apartment complex with the famous Regretevator that will take you anywhere except your apartment floor or to ground level until you've visited places that are basically pocket dimensions that some people live in (It was the cheapest apartment you could find bro trust). Sometimes even some of the apartments in the actual apartment building have people able to directly enter them through the Regretevator. You hope yours isn't one of them...

...

All this time you're thinking on the couch while you should be unpacking. Ugh.

You get up and stretch, getting quite a few nasty but satisfying cracks out of your limbs, now beginning to bend down over one of the boxes to open it. You look inside after you managed to peel the tape off with your (short or long) nails, and it was just a few mugs and plates. Lovely matching sets of mugs and plates.

You know what? Let's deal with unpacking tomorrow. You want something refreshing to look at, something that isn't just this stupid city outside of the windows. You decided to board the elevator. What's the worst it could do?...

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Gays

Guys

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I made a bloodline of alcohol cookies just for some "simple" lore to ship my Pinã Colada Cookie and Butter Roll Cookie.

Now I'm gonna yap to you about it in the form of a Wattpad teen 🥀 before playing Pressure for sille feesh man 🫶

Oh uh, warning? Alcohol cookies !1!1!111!! 😱😱😱😱

This is so silly and unserious vro I'm sobbing at the lore that I wrote

Oh yeah, some extra stuff about the cookies-

Depending on how strong the alcohol is in them is how drunk they act 24/7/365.

It started with one cookie.

She was a silly little experiment that the witch in the cabin she stayed in made-

Vodka cookie.

She often wandered around and observed the witch, and when she saw what many other cookies saw that made them run away from any witch's hut- The witch Eating a cookie. Their own kind- she stayed. She was intrigued by what the witch did and wanted to learn more about what they do in life.

Vodka cookie stayed there for two and a half years, observing, copying. She was most interested in when the witch made cookies. She wanted to make a cookie herself. So over the time she was there, she tried, and failed. Most of the time when she made cookies when the witch wasn't home, it was one singular cookie, made using one of the smaller sized cookie cutters the witch had, and they always crumbled and turned to flour, until the child that started it all.

When she baked this cookie, she did something different. Once the cookie was baked and alive and well, she gave them a fourth of her soul. Her very being. And though it shouldn't have been necessary, the one time she did this was the only time the cookie she baked lived. (There was something else completely wrong about how she was baking the cookie entirely too (too much of one ingredient but eh, they have perfected the recipe for regular cookie dough and different types of cookie dough to bake), but now as the bloodline continues, they found out it is very necessary as the baked cookie is unable to live without a part of that cookie's soul)

Beer cookie. (They go by he or she because I can do that)

Vodka cookie had did it. She made her own cookie- no. What was the word of the creature that the witch often describes that they hate? A child. She made her child.

And she loved him

She taught Beer cookie all she new, teaching her about all she knows about not only witches, but humans in a whole. Their differences, cultures, and things they eat- including cookies. As she didn't want Beer cookie to think it was abnormal for witches to to that. And soon, after another few months of staying in the witch's hut, she left with her child, as she was tired of seeing cookies get baked then run away, and they traveled all around, like nomads.

Soon, when Beer cookie was old enough, she decided to make her own cookie, but not with resources from what other cookies gave them, oh no, she went back to the witches hut.

Beer cookie stayed there and waited for a time when the witch was away for a long time period to make her cookie child. (It takes like 5 hours alone of constant work to move the baking pan into the oven 💔)

And he then had his own child; Shiraz cookie. Google search for people that wanna know what that is:

Often referred to as the classic Australian red wine, Shiraz is an easy to drink, all-time favourite. Concentrated red cherry and plum is complemented by notes of vanilla, mocha and spice. Rich and smooth, with juicy red berries and hints of vanilla and spice.

Anyways,

And soon, Beer cookie took their child and ventured back to where his mother stayed (A random part in the woods 🥀) and they packed up their things that they settled down temporarily with and continued moving. (Also, yes all the info that Vodka cookie learned and told Beer cookie gets passed down through the family members as knowledge of humans and how to make other cookies is essential here)

What Beer cookie did soon became family tradition.

Most cookies in this family had one parent, but if a cookie fell in love, the child could have two. And most of the cookies that joined the family that way ended up traveling with them.

And that leads us to Pinã Colada cookie (She/They by the way).

They had just recently gotten back from their trip to the witches hut and had their child- Negroni (A cocktail) Cookie with them.

This time, when the big batch of cookies traveled, they were looking for a permanent place to settle. That's when they came across the kingdom that Gingerbrave and his friends were taking care of. A large kingdom that no cookie really seemed to live in nor ever really leave. It was big enough for the family to stay in, and had many other cookies to interact with other than just their family (to keep themselves sane of course)

Now, to bend this part to my cookies lore, the kingdom has a welcoming committee. It had Werewolf cookie (Forced) Princess cookie (Willing) & Knight cookie (Because of Princess cookie) Royal Margarine cookie (Willing) Butter Roll cookie (Willing) & etcetera...

Now, the welcoming committee was required and requested to ask specific questions. Such as "Where are you from" & "What brings you to this kingdom" and other miscellaneous things.

Now, Butter Roll cookie asked Vodka cookie (Who is alive and well and insisted on answering all the questions.) all those questions, and Vodka cookie, as head of the batch, answered in a way that all of them would likely agree to.

As the questions were asked, she went into gross detail of how their family came to be, and Butter Roll cookie was VERY into their family origin, as he thought he could use it for his research.

But Vodka cookie never told him about the family tradition or the fact she studied the witches to learn how to make cookies, just about her making Beer cookie and Beer cookie venturing and coming back with his own child- and that was what got him hooked on the thought of interacting with this family more.

Butter Roll cookie really wanted this info for his research, so he decided to do something he considered devious.

Getting close to the family through one- or several- of its members and then being considered part of them to learn how they came to be. Like, just how their dough was made.

So, this resulted in him studying each of the family members and their behaviors to see which ones he would do that with. There were only three cookies that could possibly open up that way, as the others were mostly introverted and/or knew there was something odd about him. The three cookies ended up being Whiskey cookie, Gin cookie, and Pinã Colada cookie. He tried interacting with the first two, but it turned out his observations had been wrong, as they revealed nothing. So all he has left to rely on was Pinã Colada cookie for the information he wanted Needed...

On several occasions he has thought about kidnapping them to get them to help and work in the lab.

Yuh that's it.

That was a ton of yapping.

Going to make a fanfic because my friend is forcing me to 😔

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Vro this is enough 💔

Were so late to the party they showed up on Thursday 🥀

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Second day playing btw ❤️

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Don't be rude. His name is Larry. I drew him. He is my son.

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The quality will always suck.

Anygays, yuh.

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I drew this stupid 32-year-old Fishman for funsies. Bald fish jumpscare

Don't ask me the quality is so bad.

Anygays:

So sad so pathetic

Comfort hands time

He's so cute and sad, I wanna give him a hug. He deserved better too.

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hel my phone is so cracked that it's tweaking what do i do

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Drew Asstroke my husband /hj

His bottom arms are the one surrounding the light, don't ask why it looks like his arms are long now

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look at this Dandy's World AU art I made a few months ago

Bye

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why does this happen on every app bro istg

I've just now created an acc on Pinterest(been looking at random stuff for 36 minutes) and I'm already getting autism and ADHD memes mixed with a bit of scary even though I'm none of those???? Help what does this mean??

Don't mind how many images I've downloaded at the top 💖💅

Also this is my favorite one so far

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Hiya, Finally posting <3

So, Y'all know when you revisit an old dream you had from when you were younger? That happened to me, And in this dream, it was the same with all the characters from before, but accompanied by some new ones. Let's start off and say that in this dream, I'm a girl, and half mermaid. As in, Air=legs water=tail. I won't go into full detail of how things in this dream worked because I'm only gonna focus on the fact my dream was legit like those shows with two episodes in one. It starts off with me swimming through water to a room where I pass through the air containment(This dream WILL be very very odd) And walked fully into the room that was filled with water too- except I still had legs. now I greet a lady at a desk here and she says "One adventure now!" But Ion like the adventure(I forgot what it was about) so I take on a new one that says I have to bake bread for some cartoon character I forgot the name of and I'm like, "Meh, I'll do it later." And then I do some whole other crap and I become small and go into this minigame-type-thing and I get help from this magnifying glass guy(Not Rodger from Dandy's World, He has 2 eyes and a different suit) that can turn invisible, and he kinda helps me but like- I lose track of him after he turns invisible and finish what I was doing myself while this guy is getting followed because he's carrying something while invisible and the guy wasn't it back(Also, mind you, the magnifying glass guy is way smaller than a person) And soon the dude drops it and bolts and idk why but I was in first person of this guy and he somehow manages to drop his goddamn clothes off his body before picking them up and putting them back on like nothing happened. Then he runs back to his ermmm Idk what to say… his master's stall? Idk but the guy was in charge of him. and he sits down in a big chair next to him and looks over at the next place and then sits down again and sighs.

THEN THE NEXT PART PURSUES!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA So then this time I'm walking around stores looking to buy like, a bra or something and I come across Dandy's shop and see a PNG of Dandy and Poppy next to each other with a pitched up "Shelly x Vee """"""""""SONG"""""""""" in the background and I say "Odd." and walk off. Then I go back to that room and go through the air containment again and spot the magnifying glass guy sitting at his stall thing(He was alone this time) that sells random books/Lets people borrow them(Let me tell you now, EVERYONE THERE IN THE DREAM WAS A GIRL EXCEPT A FEW IN THE ROOM WITH ALL THE STALLS☠☠☠☠) and so I wait till the line finishes and the people(also half mermaids) are gone and I borrow the last book which was just blank fr and I began to read it. Then this dude has the audacity to look up AT ME then say for what I think was the second time "I asked you for bread" And so I'm all nice like "Oh really? Ok." And leave to go bake some bread then I come back and the dream ends :3

Aren't my storytelling skills so coolz

(I'm pretty sure this dream was due to barely any sleep)

I'm gonna draw something for this and put it here when I'm done.

My rambling will never cease... Thanks for reading about my garbage dream 🔥🔥🔥🔥