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I wonder what's happening here?? Dinner? With a nice lady and her, uh, friends? I guess that's what happens in haunted houses.

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Companion piece to this piece

Look at the Sky - Porter Robinson

An extremely personal piece. A small butterfly taught me how to stop being scared and start living.

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But if I was gone tomorrow, won't the waves crash on? Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun? Everything Goes On - Porter Robinson

Emotionally charged piece I don't wanna get into the specifics! This song got me through a hard part of my life and I don't quite feel like I made it out the other side. (Despite everyone else feeling differently) Though I wanna try to keep living and make good on my promise in 2015.

It's worth staying alive. Trust me on that. Especially now of all times.

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Pin her like a bug!!!

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Little does Oleander know, this isn't actually a problem!!

Fun fact about my game is that different characters have different walking speeds :) Oleander is slower then Clarssa!

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Rule of Three Oleander Manor Aesthetics

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Ever wondered if Silver gets paid to be a mouser??

sonic finally hunts down silver after looking for him all afternoon and finds him sitting at a campfire he made in an alley, absolutely covered in blood and gore because he's in the middle of processing the carcass of a rat he hunted. he is doing this down the street from a mcdonalds

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Making a hasty scramble to save items, have a musical ditty that's pretty short! Made in 2025

I might use this pretty soonish for a new intro card in July.... I just like how this one ended up sounding.

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Making a hasty scramble to save items, have a musical ditty that's pretty short! Made in 2024

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Salvaging stuff from my laptop.... I been silly at the mic for a very VERY long time. Have a sill VA attempt I did in 2016. :p

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Found the early draft of this dream in my documents!

Had a cool dream.

I am following Death through the woods with a warm tupperware in my hand. I know that he doesn't want me to know that he is Death and he talks to me to distract from the surrounding bog. Which is riddled with dead limbs of trees and things that look like bones in the setting dusk. The path we walk though is dirt and dry.

"Thanks for accepting my invite. I was worried you'd think this is something else." The surprisingly young man tells me, I can see his honesty, but I do feel like this meeting is still something else.

"Well, you got me there," I give a laugh, "I am really tired and I could use some comfort right now."

"A small comfort is always a meal." He adds on chipperly, he opens the rotting door to a termite eaten house. Inside is just the bog again, the wall of the house leftover from another time. I stall on the bristled mat, reading the words "All are Welcomed" on it. I'd smile at the joke if the situation wasn't so blurred.

"Thank you for having me." I call from the doorway to him, I free a hand and gesture it towards him, "… As long as you're not thinking of keeping me? I'm a busy person."

He pulls away from my open palm, unease runs across his expression, and he pulls the strings of his hoodie. After a moment, he lifts his hand up, and shows his palm like a stop-sign.

"Please, please, it's my pleasure having someone as interesting as you to talk to."

Somewhere in me, the rejection is satisfying, and now I feel like I can trust him a bit more. I nod and enter the house, handing him the warm tupperware. It's awkward to pass off the round object as we try not to touch.

"I brought you ramen, ever had it before?" I ask, walking further into his home, towards a circle of rotting chairs.

"I eat… many things." He mutters, uncertain with his phrasing, he takes a seat across from me, and pops open the lid. I had provided him chopsticks as well as placed a bamboo shoot within the bowl.

He immediately picks up the green bamboo shoot and cradles the item between his jaws. Taking every serving of ramen with the wood in his mouth. He makes a content noise and looks to me.

"Thank you, this is delicious." He swallows his next chunk of noodles before gesturing out to the chairs around us. Only now, do I notice each one has a plate of food on it. "Please, choose a dish, I prepared many things for you!"

I nodded and kept in my chair as I looked over the selection. One chair had a plate of raw fish, heads chopped off and bodies flayed. The next chair had raw meat, cut into slabs and dripping with blood, then death who sat happily eating my food, and finally a rotting fig tree. There was no fruits on it and only the leaves where something I could eat. I decided not to look at more chairs.

"Which one is your favorite?" I gently coaxed. Only to realize in that moment, we were very similar. I too only eat dead things.

"…." He lowers his head, and crunches on the shoot, when he lifts his head, it is just the darkness of his hood, "Oh, well, I eat just about anything."

I woke up and didn't get to try any of the food.

Dining with Death

Summary: Death invites me to go eat with him at his house. I worry about what he actually wants from me.

Length: ~ 600 words (Sketch)

Warnings: Horror Themes, Death, Descriptions of Death

A/N: I had a really cool dream, so I wrote it.

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I am following Death through the woods with a warm tupperware in my hands. I know that he doesn't want me to know that he is Death. So, he talks to me to distract from the surrounding bog. A bog that is riddled with dead limbs of trees and things that look like bones in the setting dusk. I note, though, the path we walk on is dry dirt. 

"Thanks for accepting my invite. I was worried you'd think this is something else." The surprisingly pale young man tells me. I can see his honesty, but I do feel like this meeting is still something else. 

"Well, you got me there," I give a laugh, "I am really tired and I could use some comfort right now." 

"A small comfort is always a meal." He adds on chipperly. Death opens the rotting door to a termite eaten house. Inside is just the same bog as the front wall of the house was all there is to the house. I stall on the bristled mat, reading the words "All are Welcomed" on it. Normally, I'd smile at the joke if the situation wasn't so blurred. I didn't want to go in without knowing why I was there.

"Thank you for having me." I call from the doorway to him, I free a hand and offer it towards him, "... As long as you're not thinking of keeping me? I'm a busy person." 

He pulls away from my open palm, unease runs across his expression. He pulls the strings of his hoodie, tightening the grey item around his skull. After a moment, he lifts his hand up, and shows his palm like a stop-sign. 

"Please, please, it's my pleasure having someone as interesting as you to talk to." 

Somewhere in me, the rejection is satisfying, and now I feel like I can trust him a bit more. I nod and enter the house, handing him the warm tupperware. It's awkward to pass off the round object as we try not to touch hands. 

"I brought you ramen, ever had it before?" I ask, walking further into his home, towards a circle of rotting chairs. 

"I eat... many things." He mutters, uncertain with his phrasing, he takes a seat across from me, and pops open the lid. I had provided him with chopsticks as well as placed a bamboo shoot within the bowl.

He immediately picks up the green bamboo shoot and cradles the item between his jaws. Taking every serving of ramen with the wood in his mouth. He makes a content sound and looks at me. 

"Thank you, this is delicious." He swallows his next chunk of noodles before gesturing out to the chairs around us. Only now, do I notice each one has a plate of food on it. "Please, choose a dish, I prepared many things for you!" 

I nod and keep in my chair as I look over the selection. One chair has a plate of raw fish, their heads chopped off and their bodies flayed. The next chair has raw meat, cut into slabs and dripping with blood. Then there is death who sits happily eating my food. In the chair next to him is a rotting fig tree. There are no fruits on it and only the rotted leaves are something I could eat. I decide not to look at more chairs when I realize we both eat dead things.

"Which one is your favorite?" I gently coax. Shifting uncomfortably in my chair, the wood creaks, and Death avoids my stare. 

"...." He lowers his head, and crunches on the shoot. He finishes up another mouthful of ramen before looking at me again. When he lifts his head, it is just darkness. 

"Oh, well, I eat just about anything."

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holy shit, all three videos I posted from my scraps literally is all 3 pov of the protagonists, that's kinda cool

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My computer fucking imploded so have these video files I was able to save hhgnnnn

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My computer fucking imploded so have these video files I was able to save hhgnnnn

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My computer fucking imploded so have these video files I was able to save hhgnnnn

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before I forget, yes, I do get mentally ill thinking of Shadow & Silver to the song "Lemon Boy" and it's worse now that Silver's Garden is canon in the comics

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I'm not very strong but I'll fuck you up if you're mean to bugs

Silver should be drawn in nature more and enjoying the company of bugs.