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modcat here being honest

I’ve been forcing myself to keep this project going. I’ve been adding OCs to make it interesting to me again. I love submas but I’m not as fixated as i once was. There are many reasons but it just doesn’t feel quite the same anymore. I’m so proud of myself for keeping this alive and going for so long but i want to shift my once-a-week upload to my original projects instead, like the animated short script I’m currently working on. Interests change naturally and that’s okay. And it’s okay to know when this has stopped being fun. Sometimes just opening this app brings me stress.

This blog will be going on indefinite hiatus. This is a decision a while in the making. I’m thankful for all of you that have followed along. If you want to follow my personal art, please find me on furaffinity as LVencat. I post OC artwork and fanart, and i intend to start posting about my Dungeons and Dragons creations. I may return to this project if i find myself motivated. Sorry for being blunt, I’m tired right now and i want this out. I just want to pursue original projects right now and not feel like I’m forcing myself to come up with a post each week.

Here’s to three years. Take care of yourselves

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Thespians: He laid his head down and fell into low-power mode as the surgery began. Little did he know that this surgeon was not to be trusted at all…

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(On a call with a friend rn and I Literally Lost The Ability To Speak for a second out of hype (was just making random excited noises) upon seeing the new post-)

THESPIANS!! 🫵 I am sitting down I am listening so intently to this horrific and fucked up tale. I love the implication the Thespians just. Yoinked the Surgeon's corpse(?) to use for their fucked up play that's so horrific

(Also like damn!! Yakou really did do a number on him! Presumably sorry about your face terrifying medical man)

Thespians: Once upon a time, there was a poor vessel whose mind was no longer his own. A sinister being had entered his body, and forcibly replaced his own brother. The demon began to scramble his mind, erasing his most important memories and replacing them with vile, murderous impulses. Fearing that he would soon be fully overwritten, he turned to a talented surgeon for help…

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Wait so like Garrett back track a bit, rewind.

Is THE Surgeon dead? Or did ya just seriously injure him and escape? cause if he is an Elite four……

How are you alive???

???: Twas a story most fascinating… a tale of incredible violence and savagery! Sit down, ladies and gentlemen, and we shall tell it to you~

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Awwww, The Sheriffs are cute when they blush!

I didn’t realise they get flustered so easily.

Garrett: AWWW W W,, THEYR SOOO T5UND3RE!~

Sheriffs: We don’t know what that word means, and we don’t wanna know…

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Since the Sheriffs are joining the party, would it be so bold to say that they are as beautiful as a summers day? 

Sheriffs: W-we appreciate it… b-but we’d best be off now. Not smart to stay in one place fer long.

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all Garrett needs is a community service vet with the brightest neon reflectors so he can never be lost .

Garrett: SEEE??! ? IME DOIG COMUNITIE SERVCIE! PLZ D0NT HURT MEE

Sheriffs: Lore? What’s that all about? Do these disembodied voices follow ya two around?

Emmet: Yes, they do. And they frequently ask us questions.

Ingo: We, uh, don’t know where they came from…

Sheriffs: Yeah, that sounds like yer problem, not ours. But to answer em… the Thespians are quite the enigma. Unpredictable, only seen when they wanna be seen…

Garrett: THEYR PLAYZ R SO FUNN!! AND DANGROUS FOR EVERY1 INVOLVDE!

Sheriffs: If ya can stay away from em, you’ll be happy clams. They’re the type that ya can’t understand… only people who understand their mad ramblins are their own damn selves.

Ingo: We assume you didn’t choose to be associated with them?

Sheriffs: Absolutely not. Elite Four is just… a title. We’d rather just be called the Sheriffs, ya hear?

Emmet: Wait… do you have true names? Or were you not named?

Sheriffs: Of course we have names! But that’s on a need-ta-know basis.

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Question for the Court! (Sherriffs)

Understandably you can’t fully trust others words but if Garrett is the only one ya have beef with and he is helping for a suppose -good cause- can’t you file him under the preoccupation of performing - Community service- for the twins?

Sheriffs: Hm… well, we could…

Garrett: YOS!!! WE R D0IN COMYUNITIE SURVICE!!! WE V BEEN GUD, PR0MISS!

Sheriffs: And can you fellers confirm this?

Ingo: Uh… sure! Yeah, he’s been helpful!

Emmet: He defended us from… uh… no one. No fights whatsoever.

Sheriffs: Well, we’ll be… tell ya what. We’ll escort ya to the control room, just so no funny business happens, ya hear?

Emmet: That is more than okay with us, officers.

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AUGH I FORGOT TO SEND IN MY ASK-

The implication that there's almost a?? society of vessels of sorts?? Is very interesting - very intrigued to see if we'll meet these fellows and see how they interact, particularly with the sheriffs. Does Garrett happen to know anything about this? What are his thoughts on it?

Garrett: WAYTE… THIS GUYE IZ ONE OF THDE ELITE 4OUR! WE KANT JUZT WALK IN 2 HIS TERRYTORY!!

Sheriffs: Elite Four… ain’t heard that name in years. We like to keep our territory clean of criminals like you…

Ingo: I-I’m sorry, Elite Four? Is that something we should know?

Sheriffs: That’s what the stragglers round here call me and three other fellers. Apparently, we’re the strongest of the survivors, and we each have a good chunk a’ territory to ourselves. The pipeyard is our zone, and anybody who walks here is in our sights. So don’t think we don’t know what you’ve been up to, greenie. Yer comin with us.

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Whoa…..

Garrett, you better do what these fine gentlemen want.

Emmet: W-wait! He’s been guarding us, you must let him pass!

Ingo: We need his assistance to get into the control room-

Sheriffs: Fat chance, partners. He’s wanted for several counts of first degree murder.

Emmet: And what gives you that authority?!

Sheriffs: Heh… God ‘imself, I spose.

Ingo: W-well, t-there has to be a way to resolve this non-violently…

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We wear one to cover our Exposed Brain!

VIBE CHECK

What do ya dweebs think about hats?

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Uhhh… Viking Emmet wins by technicality?

Chief Viking Emmet rolls up sleeve and looks other Emmet/Ingo in the eyes.

Arm Wrestle to prove superior Emmet!/Ingo!

@nartothelar @coramatus @liminal-station

@blaiddraws @….. i know i have other people to tag but i forget, eh whoever sees this can answer if they want or not

Do you dare partake ?

or

a

Coward?

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AMERICAAAAA !

Sheriffs: Fraid I can’t let ya through, old buddy. Now step aside and let our guests through, ya hear?

Garrett: HEY H3Y! L0oK, I KNOW IM NOT THE MOZT TRUST WURTHY PERSON…

Sheriffs: I said back off.

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…I think a certain someone just disappeared… unless they are further… up? The latter?

Garrett: YEPPP!! IME WAYY HIGH UP RN! ALMOS 2 THE TOPP! ALMOS THERE…

Garrett: …OH.

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Oh shoot, we are goin up??

I thought ya needed to get further down for whatever you're doing!

How's the view up there?

Ingo: We *are* going down… somehow. We feel like we’re going up, but we seem to be going lower…

Emmet: Reality can be confusing sometimes!

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modcat here shouting out my buddy

Ingo’s Dragons (so far)