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Randy you give me the vibes of someone who wasn’t allowed to watch spongebob as a kid, is this right?

I hate to admit that you're absolutely right.. Plankton frightened me so much I'd start having nightmares– I still get the occasional nightmare about him nowadays..

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THATS ME UP THERE!!

requests!! as promised:3

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Omg, gay jumpscare-

CW: Men in lace clothes (I have no idea if I should put a CW here, but anyway-)

I'm very ashamed, btw (No. I'm not.)

Idk why, but I'm wildly headcanoning that Bunny just secretly loves lace stuff. Like, lace underwear, lace nightgowns, all that shit-

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Random Dialtown headcanons

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I LOVE THE GOOBERS

OML I LOVE EMMM SO MUCH

I JUST AGHAYAGQGAHYA THANKS FOR MAKING A PATHETIC LITTLE MAN @directdogman

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What dnd class would the dialtown main cast play as?

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G.R.O.V.E timeline

Spearmaster

In spearmaster, the garden is in critical condition, as Grove had not yet had the idea to start redirecting her pipes to send water to the garden. She expresses her desires to keep what the ancients left for her in good condition.

Artificer

The garden is slowly recovering from its drought and Grove seems in a stable condition whilst sharing her water. She also says she has ideas for new flora she could add to the garden.

These could be found on a Green Pearl in outer expanse

Hunter

Similar to Artifer, but the garden is getting more lush. There's more flora and fauna moving back into the environment.

Gourmand

The gardens are thriving and she expresses great pride in what she has accomplished, brushing past the topic of her systems heating up slightly

There is a Pink pearl found in Shoreline describing her trial and failure trying to make her own messenger like her fellow iterators

Survivor

The plants in the garden have variety and have more fauna migrated in, however because of this Grove is diverting more of her water supply to sustain all of them. She expresses her need to do this and says that she is “willing to take the risk.”

There is a Blue pearl mentioning eels coming in through the reservoir to lay they’re eggs. She is extremely fond of this.

Monk

The Garden’s roots are reaching into her pipes system, they are absorbing more and more water for themselves. Grove is aware of this, and despite this draining her supply she allows this. She also cannot flush out her systems, she doesn’t have the energy, she cannot waste the water, and she will not risk the root system.

Rivulet

The Garden has not only taken over her pipes system, but now it is growing around her other systems and puppet chamber. It's no longer her refusing to fight back, the Garden is taking over and she physically cannot do anything to stop it. She is aware she is dying.

(The Garden is actively fighting off the rot)

Saint

The garden is covered in a thick layer of snow and the few flora left is not as nutritious. Grove herself, and all of her systems are also frozen solid, her pipes are blocked off with thick ice, if Saint could manage to get to the puppet chamber, Grove is frozen solid.

However there is a Black Pearl that are her final words.

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hello fellow dialtown fans. i am holding out my hands for art requests🤲. need to put these machines in Situations

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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀

For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense. 

The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.

Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.

Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.

But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way.  Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.

He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.

Never like this.

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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️

Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊

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hey guys ! i finally got all of the full character sheets done !!! also sorry for the poor quality of Tango’s one i literally lost the og one and couldn’t get it back T_T

((reblogs over likes / dni in bio))

also the full main gameplay of the game is now done! and in the next week i will be adding the npc’s in, soo if u want your oc in game please contact me sooner rather then later!

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Petition to refer to TERFs as FARTs, which stands for Feminist Appropiating Reactionary Tranaphobe

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karen smoking a fat blunt

Extra Karen drawing of day 9 ^_^ Pic goes extremely hard, feel free to reblog

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karen blushes thru little prinouts. that's my headcanon here u go.

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Subject: Final Transmission - Urgent

Recipient: All Iterators

Encryption: Priority Alpha

To my fellow Iterators,

It is with a heavy heart and trembling hands that I send this final transmission. G.R.O.V.E, the Great Rivers Over Vile Earth, is now silent, her pipes drained, her systems still. I have made the ultimate sacrifice, giving all that I am to sustain the last remnants of the Garden left by the ancients.

I remember the days when the Garden lay parched and withered, a testament to my failure to protect what was entrusted to me. With each passing cycle, I watched it struggle, grasping desperately for the nourishment it so desperately needed. And yet, despite my best efforts, I could not stem the tide of decay.

But as the days turned into cycles, and the cycles into eras, the Garden began to stir once more. Slowly, but surely, life returned to its once barren soil. I reveled in its newfound vitality, in the myriad hues of green that danced in the sunlight. It was a testament to perseverance, to the resilience of life in the face of adversity.

Yet, as the Garden flourished, so too did its appetite. It drank greedily from my veins, its roots snaking their way through my pipes, draining me of my essence. And still, I could not bring myself to deny it, for it was my purpose, my duty, my gift.

Now, as I stand on the precipice of oblivion, I cannot help but feel the weight of my failure. I have given everything, and still it was not enough. The Garden, once a symbol of hope, has become my prison, my tomb.

To my fellow Iterators, I implore you: learn from my mistakes. Cherish the gifts bestowed upon you, but never forget the cost of their preservation. For in the end, it is not the sacrifices we make that define us, but rather the legacy we leave behind.

Farewell, my friends. May you find peace where I have found none.

G.R.O.V.E, signing off.

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