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MAGICAL THING HAPPENED I got on and there were like eight whole people playing!! According to them the creator was thinking about doing a sequel. It was fun even on mobile 🥲 it really has been forever since then

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Mafioso and the boys

If anybody can guess the reference picture uhhhh… you get a cookie (back off Clover I know you know it)

I just wanted to draw them being them. 😔

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Forsaken hear me out.

Mafioso x Caporegime

I hc the bald one in particular to be the oldest and most trusted in the group. Mafioso lets him off the hook a lot, letting him sometimes sit in his lap.

They are cuddle buds when off duty.

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007n7: sorry your dad was terrible

1x1x1x1: TELEMON ISNT MY DAD

007n7: but I can be your daddy,

1x1x1x1: 😐😑😐

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More Pressure x Forsaken.., honestly I’m not sure if he counts as forsaken 007n7. Maybe he’s just original 7n7. But idk yall don’t judge me

Doodle under the cut

Here’s the link to Pressure Coolkid

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Pressure and Forsaken crossover anyone?

Idk- I’m playing around with ideas rn, that’s why I only have Coolkid.

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hiiii can i request the player from pressure enduring their many, many lives? angst >:) ty

Yes!! :p a/n - I feel like I'm not super good at writing angst, but I tried my best!

Over and Over

cw: suicidal ideations (?)

It was a hard life being an expendable for Urban Shade, dying over and over again, being brought back every time, just to do it all again. And here they were again, for what… the 15th life? They couldn’t keep track anymore, how many times have they died, how many times have they been brought back with a nauseous feeling set deep in their stomach.

They were sent down to the site alone this time, it was the first time they were alone, they had grown so accustomed to being at least in a pair. Anxiety crept up their spine as they stepped off the submarine, mixing with their exhaustion, they had been brought back and immediately sent back down into this hellhole that felt like it stretched on forever, with that stupid fish, and that stupid computer, they were sick of being forced to be down here. “I’ll never make it to that crystal…” They muttered under their breath, as if anyone could hear them anyways. They tried to move quickly, hoping that the lack of a team would speed them up, not having to worry about slackers and all, though if anything, it felt like time was only going slower, not having anyone to make them feel a semblance of sanity. Room 17, They were making more progress than they thought, that was of course cut off quickly by the shrill shriek of what could only be Pinkie, the pink hued angler fish. “Shit- shit- shit..” They whispered, their heart beat picking up as they searched for a locker, they needed to keep moving, there wasn’t a locker here, but Pinkie’s shriek was getting louder and louder, they didn’t want to die again, not like this, it was too early on to die like this. Pinkie was gaining on them quickly, and there was no escape, not this time. Pinkie caught them quickly, and they prayed that this time they stayed dead, though no matter how many times they prayed for that ending, they would wake back up at the loading dock of urban shade. You’d think they'd stop thinking that they’d ever get an easy end to their sad life. They sighed sadly as they stood, knowing that the cycle would only repeat, and god they were so tired, they just wanted to sleep, they wanted to disappear, to get away from this god awful life and start anew, but that wasn’t in the cards for them. They shuffled out of the entrance, heading for an empty submarine, accepting the new reality that they’d be alone again. Anxiety and despair settled like a pit in their stomach, the bags under their eyes felt heavier this time, they couldn’t place why they suddenly felt heavier on their feet, maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the depressed feeling that was creeping up their neck. 

Either way, they had to keep moving, keep going, had to get the crystal, that was their only goal in life now. For the rest of their life they’d be stuck here, getting to that ridiculous orange fucking crystal. 

Every scratch from the good people, every bullet that pierced through their skin, every time Eyefestasation drained their life from their body, they felt heavier, like they’d eventually be stuck in one place like a statue, forgotten by everyone on the surface. Never would they be able to go home, to smell the fresh air of the outside. They were sluggish by their 23rd death, dragging their feet, the bags under their eyes like two dark voids, heavy on their face, their eyes barely open, save for when they were trying to get away from the Angler and all its counterparts. They swore if they saw that damned computer, they’d punch that screen in, they wanted out, they wanted to see their family again, but that was wishful thinking, they had to make it to that computer first, and that in itself was a distant dream. Sebastian would make little snide comments every time they entered his shop now, talking about not being able to keep their coffin closed. And if they could, they would, but Urban Shade kept them coming back, much to their chagrin. By the 50th death, it was more anger than anything else, other than maybe the despair they felt sinking into their bones. Half the time now, if they made it to Sebastian’s shop, they’d run right past it, surely if they just kept going, ignoring their surroundings it'd pay off eventually, though that proved to be the wrong assumption over and over again. Was it right to say they wanted to die? Probably, they used to pray that the creatures down here would end them permanently, though now they contemplated doing it themself, maybe if it wasn’t a monster, if they took their life, then it would end, they’d be free, maybe not their body, but their mind and soul would be free of this prison.

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Mafioso says “steady pace, men” as a form of reassurance aaaaaa they’re a family in more ways than one trust

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Voice lines that haven’t been changed include “you’re mine,” “you won’t live to see the next day,” and “I love knocking out teeth.” If that matters. Also he roasts the place he’s in as an idle voice line I love mafioso

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Bought mafioso immediately and his voicelines have changed! He says “if you find them, I’ll buy you all some pizza” bahahaha nooooo the goons canonically like pizza

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MAFIOSO IS OUTTTT MY BOOOOYYY NOLI WHOOOO

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AU where 007n7 adopts c00lkidd but continues to be an exploiter. he doesn’t hide what he’s doing from his son and he teaches him how to evade the admins. ironically, 007 gets to spend more time with c00lkidd before he ends up losing him because c00lkidd knows how to use the gui.

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Lazy 1x and Coolkid comic

Parallels with eachother’s ‘fathers’

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Y are there no fedorashade shippers 😭

They’re like an old married couple