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Following the release of TADC episode 5, I have made a liiiiittle change to my AU.✨🐸🤝🐰✨

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@drksanctuary the karaoke saga continues.....

lazy and burnt out maggot edition

had to go back to ibispaint and capcut for this one 💔

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@titan-army-week

Day 2: Poison

ft ta!pollux !!

but yeah i thought it would be cool if i gave him alcohol poisoning powers and then he uses them for the army and then has mass amounts of guilt<33 (he can never go back after what hes done.after what he's figured out and created)

oh also thouhgt it would be cool if he was the one who poisoned ethans dagger //

thannnkyouu @ishouldsleepbut for letting me yap to you about this :D

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The child made friends with a ghost. It was so lovely to be friends with a ghost.

The child wasn't good at making friends with people. The ghost was nice. Even if it didn't understand living human things sometimes, it cared a lot for them, and they cared a lot about it.

They got their ghost friend to help them with homework. They went to the park together. People were weirded out by their ghost friend, but they didn't care. That ghost friend was enough to make them happy.

They grew older, with their ghost by their side. They still hadn't made any other friends. Why would they, when they had their ghost with them?

Their ghost was so wise. Whenever they asked it a question about how the world worked, or what they should think of someone they met, it would answer. They trusted the ghost more than they trusted their own ability to make those judgements.

Their ghost was so kind. Whenever they asked it for help with homework, or making food, or or cleaning their room, it would help out. They always said thank-you.

Sometimes, their ghost would be sad or under the weather. They didn't know how to help, but they asked. It never really responded.

The ghost found other ghosts. They were nearly an adult now, and saw a few while coming home from work. They were so happy together.

The ghost spent time with the other ghosts. Less time with them.

What was once a constant reliable companion was only there sometimes.

They didn't know how to do their homework. They didn't know how to talk to people. They didn't know how to do anything alone.

They wanted their ghost back.

They knew that it always returned by the end of the week. It was considerate and caring like that. It still always wanted to check in and spend time with them. Even if it was spending less and less time with them, replacing their constant talks with their new ghost world.

While waiting, they made a salt circle on the ground in their room. They heard it could trap spirits.

They waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It was three days when their ghost returned. It flew into their little circle, and they finally closed it off. Trapping their ghost in place.

They cried out about how much they needed their ghost. They loved their ghost. Why did they have to leave?

It expanded and changed from a small translucent form into a multi-limbed specter with a wide jaw of pointed teeth. They finally knew why people were scared of ghosts when it used its newfound form to escape.

They didn't see their ghost again, and cried themself to sleep in their bed.

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@sunnymusingsao3 GHRHRHGHGHHHHH I WASNT EVEN A THIRD OF THE WAY THROUGH UNTIL I WAS PLAUGED WITH VISIONS....HARP

(wanted to draw him with long hair.for expirimenting)

BUT GUYS IDK WHAT HAPPENED I JUST BLACKED OUT AND SUDDENLY THIS APPEARED

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C was in a horrible mood.

One of their sinks had been leaking for weeks, apparently. The water had been dripping onto the wood before, causing water damage, and apparently mold. They'd only found out this morning, and had to try and find out some sort of solution that wasn't calling a plumber. They didn't have the money for that.

They'd ended up scraping the mold off and throwing it away (quite possibly one of the worst experiences they had) and placing a cup to keep the dripping water from damaging anything further. The leak itself wasn't something they could fix at that time, so they left it alone.

Now, they were finally at their computer. They were seated in front of the monitor, signing as they pulled up their most recent project. The simulation had been running on the VM overnight, but it hadn't been completed that morning. Far too slow.

They'd left it alone while they handled the mold issue. T Now, the simulation had finished, but looking at the length of time it took to complete… They considered trying to make it faster.

The obvious solution would be allocating more storage to the VM, but they didn't have much more on their computer. It was taken up by all their other things, but they decided that they could start pruning.

C set aside all the completed programs and projects but default. They needed those. They looked at the list of remaining folders, the first of which was labeled 'backup_phone2008.'

They considered throwing it directly into the recycling. They didn't remember anything important that would be in that folder.

But, thinking about it, they only tended to backup important things.

They double clicked, opening the folder. At the top were a few files saved in formats their computer wasn't even prepared to open, so they just threw those into the recycling. They didn't have any interest in trying to figure out what they were.

Then, there were a few audio files. They had been automatically named after when they were saved, ranging from 2006 to 2008. Cyphen hesitated for a moment before clicking.

"Hey, J. How are you?"

They froze in their seat.

"No, I didn't expect you to answer, just thought I'd ask anyway."

C had no idea how they'd forgotten about these.

"You need to pick up your phone more often, I can't keep leaving voicemail on here."

That was the end of that message, but Cyphen still didn't move for what felt like an hour.

They selected the file, uncertain if they wanted to delete it.

It was just a worthless recording of his voice. They'd never wanted to remember him. They left him. They left him and ensured he couldn't follow them. They didn't want to remember him. He wasn't important. Not anymore.

They scrolled down, and listened to the next one.

"Hey, J. I know you're on your period, so I grabbed some of that chocolate you like. I'll be leaving it on your desk for you."

They remembered that.

C hated their period. Hated that suffering that was the women's privilege. They'd hidden all their menstrual products, so they never knew how he kept finding out when it was taking place. Had he hacked their phone? Looked too closely in the bathroom's garage bin?

They were never sure if they liked that he found out on his own, or if they hated it.

Cyphen clicked on the next one.

"Hey, J. I know you're busy, but do you think you could, uh, lock the back door? And do a cleanse on the computers, you know. Uhhh. Yeah."

They remembered that, too. Panicking over what might've gone wrong, getting out of bed in a rush, locking the doors, the windows, wiping the computers, hell, even the logs of anything they could think of.

And when he'd returned, he told C that it hadn't actually been a big deal. He just wanted them to get up and do stuff after being useless in bed.

Cyphen hadn't been able to argue why that hurt them so much.

What he wanted wasn't bad, and he had succeeded. There was no reason to get upset with the method. They didn't have a right to be hurt. It didn't matter.

They didn't say anything, but they remained upset anyway.

Cyphen clicked between the saved voice messages, ranging from so many different times throughout that period of their life.

"Hey, J. Pick up your phone. I'm not patient enough for this." "Hey, J. Think you can pick out an outfit for me? You know more about fashion than I do, I think." "Hey, J. I need you to add a deadline to the calendar." "Hey, J. I know you don't like your voice, but do you think you could pick up more often? It would be easier than leaving voicemails." "Hey, J. Remind me to work on the third project later today."

Some of them brought back vivid memories. Others had faded too much, only having blurred images and a vague emotion.

"Hey, J. Stop leaving me unanswered. When I message you, I need an answer." "Hey, J. The hell did you go? You didn't come home, I'm worried." "Hey, J. You can't just be upset and not tell me what I did wrong. That's not how this works."

Cyphen grit their teeth listening to those. They highlighted the whole section and finally threw it into the recycling bin, which they double clicked, moving their cursor to hover over the button that would immediately clear it out and delete those recordings forever.

They didn't click it.

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Fanart for the silly:]

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'Cause someone loved me!

Someone fucking loved me!

Someone fucking loved me, I loved them, too!

Goddamn it, I was worth something!

I fuckin' earned something!

I have a right to die,

A right to live,

A right to choose, too.

And God, no!

Of course I don't wanna feel better!

Can you fucking imagine?

No one's ever gonna love me like that again

I don't wanna get over it

I wanna rip the stars to shreds

I don't wanna feel better

Of course, it hurt.

Of course, it fuckin' hurt.

It hurt like nothing in the world sometimes,

That I was super scared, and we were all a train-wreck,

And also somehow making it.

I think I might've died there twice, and I would do it all again.

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*goes to bed for five years*

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Nom nom Fishies

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NEW HELLAVERSE ANNOUNCEMENT IS INSANE. ‼️💙 I’m actually freaking out.

(Reupload because I hated how his eyebrows turned out, so I changed them.)

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All the chaos going on, but he only has eyes for yoooou~ <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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A Week. (Pt. 2)

GLITCHWAVE... or, er, Kenneth had a week left. A week left til what? He couldn't really tell. He just knew he'd be gone. But what exactly did that mean?

He thought of ways to spend his time, but nothing came to mind. All he ever did was talk to Lumina, and on occasion, Vines. Of course, Lumina didn't know Kenneth was his own person. GLITCHWAVEs name was always the one they spoke. Either way, they still never failed to make him happy.

He could draw, but he already did that often. It would keep him occupied, sure, but it wasn't as fun as it used to be. He could write something, but he was never good at that. GLITCHWAVE wouldn't assist him anyway.

Vines and the others were planning something for his birthday.. though his birthday just so happened to be the day he'd be gone. He couldn't tell the others that, though. Vines knew. They knew more about Kenneth than any one of the others did. Maybe Vines had something else in mind. He didn't know.

He just stared off into space the whole day, trying to distract himself with happy thoughts. Just happy thoughts. He always tried to keep it that way, even when he was on his deathbed. It didn't work this time. All he could think about was his relationship with the others, what would happen on the 26th, and how everyone would feel. Would they miss him? Would they forgive him for keeping this from them? He tried to push those thoughts away, but it didn't work.

He wished he could cry at the moment. He wished he could sleep. He wished he could just do something to drain out the emotion he felt.

But he couldn't do anything about it.

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Sometimes, overthinking can feel like

More than overthinking

It's like I'm trapped in spaceland

And I'm not coming back.

Sometimes, when I'm floating, it feels like

My head's overflowing

And it's not too difficult to detach

But it's hard to come back.

I'm losing touch.

I'm not enough.

I'm losing touch,

And I'm not enough for them.

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i made a character sheet. free to use as you wish, feel free to change whatever you want XD open source ass thing. spent all of ~maybe an hour on it.

Credit: the text in the insert-image box comes from this video, and the text for the top three lines (intense, complex, fruity) comes from this post. The actual image was made with the free NBOS character sheet creator, which is a sort of dated but free and solid text-layout sheet maker intended for ttrpg style character sheet creation.