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that didnt answer the question

Bruh you be posting things at 12 o'clock at night when do you sleep

its actually 2 am for me right now

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I choose answer C. Become god. As I see my entire world, as it builds up inside me, as i understand and know all there can ever be to know in the world I create in my mind, I see myself in it. I become able to close my eyes and interact with the characters and world I have created. I can shape the world with my raw imagination. But then one day I will realize it is becoming harder to open my eyes when I close them. I dont care. Until one day I can no longer leave the world I create. I cry. Then I realize any world I create in my mind will be just as real as the world outside, for I am yet another character created for our god’s comic. I have become like him though I am imaginary. Perhaps he is the character in another comic. I become nothing but an energy- indescriminate in this physical realm, but in the world in my mind I am all powerful. I will be everything to some, nothing to others. That is the way of a god.

One day I will forget who I am, and become nothing more than an omnipotent force of nature as aware as a sleepwalker. One day I will forget who I am. One day everyone will.

Pukicho, got any advice for making comics?

Yeah man, first you gotta world-build, exhaust yourself over every little detail, conceptualize everything down to the smallest detail, lore is important, history is important, for your main characters, side characters, background characters, cities, locations, fauna, flora, etc. Become God of this world. Only then will you recognize the infinite micro-detail of life. You will then reflect on our own world. You will have two choices: accept the cycle and become energy, returning to the catalyst from which you came - or will you scramble to find a cure for death, til you fade past the point of no return - doubtful of meaning, the last firing neurons in your mind filled with fear and doubt?

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It’s amazing that when this person is in labor the first thing they think is “OMGOSH I GOTTA TELL PUKICHO ABOUT THIS

Pukicho!!! I'm having a baby today. In labor right now. Give me a name to name the little guy?

Of course, it’s an honor. What about naming that little thing ‘Baby’ to confuse the senses?

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This person met a sleep based minor deity from a dead culture

I interviewed a candidate for a camp counselor position, then had this dream a few days later. I was standing in my director’s cabin, flames were coming up through holes in the floor and the table next to me. The girl I had interviewed was sitting at the table, I couldn’t look at her but I knew who it was. There was rotten food on the table and when I went to clean it up she looked at me and said, “Do you know was it feels like to be a god?”

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This implies that gaud isnt actually sentient goop like we assumed but actually nanobots that behave as a living organism????

*wacks the side of my head to try to get that one dead pixel in my eye to reboot*

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I want to see you fight I_am_a_fish or pukicho. boss battle

What's your view point on other shit post tumblrs?

i don’t believe in the existence of other blogs

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Clearly lush is run by fey who are using their magic to enamor you, similarly to how they lure people to join in with their dances and not realize how much time is passing. That explains why they smell like impossible things, why they behave oddly, why you are placid in their presence. The hat thing is explained by a rule of fairy etiquette. When a fairy compliments your clothing you will feel a desire to give said item of clothing to them, but it is likely going to end up making them bad at the poor quality of the gift and they’ll prank you to get revenge. If that person said ‘thanks��� or ‘thank you’ when complimented then it would imply that they now owe the fairy something and thus the fairy would be able to control them to some extent, at least as much as they are owed. Lush is a doorway to a realm of the fey and meant to be feared.

people make a lot of touch-starved gay jokes about Lush but the truth is it’s not a gay experience, it’s a human experience. no one is safe, no one is immune.

you walk in there for the first time thinkin’ I’m gonna buy some hand soap today and then some dude who smells like something impossible, like he’s being described by a YA author, he smells like lavender, leather, and the steam coming from hot pavement after a short summer rain,

That guy. He comes up to you and he asks if he can help you sample something. He leads you to a small, metal basin of water. It’s so pastoral, it’s so quaint. You can imagine it sitting beside your bed with a porcelain pitcher in your farm cottage for you to use to wash your face in the morning.

He rolls up your sleeve a bit, and you awkwardly apologize for not doing it yourself, and he says it’s fine.

Sir LeatherRain gently rinses your hand in the warm water, and then he dries it off attentively. Then he massages some of the product into your palm. It’s the cinnamon bean massage bar. He says “don’t you love how it feels warm as you rub it in?”

He’s making more direct eye contact with you than you’ve ever made in your entire life.

As he finishes, a woman who smells like coffee beans and pink-skied winter sunrises approaches and says “oh I LOVE that product.”

You know it’s about the sell. It’s transactional, but you’re in love. You can’t help it.

You’re also More uncomfortable than you’ve ever been in your entire life.

As you walk away to the register, you clench your hand and unclench it like Mr. Darcy when he touches Elizabeth Bennet’s hand to help her out of a coach.

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livin the dream

All i aspire for in life is to walk on the steepest longest hill i can find and gaze down on this beautiful world as i walk the path near heaven

Michael Whelan, “Edgedancer”

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Very depressed friend, how do I help

Ok so my pal is like 15 and she’s having an absolutely terrible time. She keeps saying things like “I am horrible and gross” and then when we say that she’s not she’s like “Well thats how i feel, and if you disagree then thats fine. But you are making me feel worse” and honestly girl how could we possible be making you feel worse right now. Yeah the minds a maze and stuff but we are jsut trying to help. When we try to give advice from people who have gotten through times like this she says that it wont work and that she doesnt want or need our help but she is very clearly going through some rough times. She’s told us that she just wants everyone to give up on her so that she can give up on herself. I don’t think I need to elaborate on why thats not good. Whenever I joke about murdering someone she asks me to take her out too. She has said things that sound extremely suicidal and then said she was fine. She’s not.

So to summarize: We have a lonely 15 year old girl who we can only see online becuase corona, who is majorly depressed. She thinks it would be best for everyone if everyone just let her die and she wont accept help from anyone and it is very clear that she wouldnt dream of seeking help. How do we help her?

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Wrong that is unicorn hair

Haven't worn this sweater in weeks and I reached into my pocket and found 1 (one) hagstone, a tuft of lambswool found on some barbed wire fence in an English moor, and a braided bit of a wild pony's mane.

I was HOPING for LIP balm

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reminds me of home

Drawing orange trees cause I’m missing California

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The howling buildings devoured Gaud

if you’d told me a few months ago that living in a populated area in 2020 meant listening to an entire apartment block howl at 8pm each night every night i

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You will not be happy when you end up like him.

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hey so more than ever i am feeling a need for solarpunk 

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You know what should be a thing? The opposite of emo or goth. For those teenagers who want to rebel against rock/goth parents. Wear white clothing, die your hair blond white or silver. Wear simple and pretty makeup. Graceful flowing clothing. Play beautiful music, classical, hymns, pop ballads, etc. Refuse to drink or smoke or do drugs or anything. Be ridiculously nice all the time. Deliver flowers to your sick neighbors and never be at home. Always on the move spreading light and make your edgy dad turn on the lights because he’s not a freaking vampire. Be a beautiful individual. Possible names: Divine, Angelic, Ethereal.

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Like B.O.B from Monsters vs. Aliens

what’s my fighting style

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My mom: What are you writing?

Me, writing a Ted Bundy smut fnafic: Nothing