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new doodle slop ^_^ i am drawing more irl glitchduo. to cope for not being able to go to vidcon. might also post a bit of forsaken here.

also i'm attending artfight this year! my user is satoyagi :3

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Hey you, 🫵🫵🫵 YES YOU!

Did u know i really enjoy your Zam design. ^_^

Its so beautiful, and i love it when you do detail pieces because it makes it even MORE beautiful!

I wanna eat it lowkey... frfr....

THANK YOU ANON! This is really sweet. Made my day o(^▽^)o

Here's a Zam just for you :3

Full is under cut ↓

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idk what's happening in this au but it's happening

part 1 || part 2 || part 3

Word count: 600

Hotel air is always so cold. Wifies is wearing warm sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt and a hoodie and somehow he still feels cold. He eyes the snow white duvet, smooth and soft looking. He doesn't want to mess up the bed yet. Instead, he sits at the desk and pulls his phone out.

“Hey,” Ken says. It's noisy where he's at. “What's up?”

“Hi Ken,” Wifies chews on his words. “I left— Parrot. I left Parrot.”

The words don't make it any more real for him. It was real when he decided it, when he packed, when he put all of his worldly possessions into a storage unit, when he cleaned and sorted and wiped. He may as well have never lived there the way he stripped his fingerprints from every nook and cranny.

He's a coward for leaving like this. His ankle is still stiff, wrapped up tight to help with stabilization.

But Parrot's a coward too. He woke up alone today. No note. No message. Just alone. And he can't—

Ken's been talking this whole time. Wifies zones back in.

“—you know Wato and I, we've got a few places you can crash at if you want.”

“No, no, I've already got somewhere to stay for a bit.”

He's carrying cash to flow in and out of hotels seamlessly, a bag with a few clothes, and supplies for his ankle. A couple other things, but nothing too heavy. Parrot may know how to follow people, but Wifies knows how to escape. And this is something he can do without him.

“Where?” Ken asks.

“Here and there,” Wifies says cryptically, picking at his cuticles.

“I'm gonna worry!” Ken insists, and Wifies can imagine his wide eyes. “Stay with someone at least!”

“You were right, you know? In the end you were right. Parrot was never going to be forever.”

He feels stupid. He let his heart take him somewhere, knowing that his heart was a useless, dumb thing that was begging for anyone to look at it, to touch it, to warm it.

“I was stupid,” he says. “It was stupid of me to go all in like this. What good was it? Everyone told me we'd fail. Everyone has lived so much more than me. Everyone knew where it was going. I should've listened.”

“That's—” Ken’s breath is quiet on the line. “Wifies, no, that's not what I meant. You— loving someone, that's not stupid—”

“Hey, Ken, listen,” Wifies stands up and drags the desk chair to the front door, shoving it under the handle. “It's okay. You were right. Thanks for looking out for me. I think I'm gonna sleep for a bit though. Thanks.”

Wifies hangs up and lays on top of the neat bed and thinks about how he fluffed the pillows before leaving. He takes one of the perfectly fluffed hotel pillows and pulls it close, burying his face into its softness. It smells like clean linen. He wishes it smelled of the lavender detergent he forced Parrot to bring him from the store and the inescapable scent of gun oil. He'd tell Parrot off every time he'd come straight to bed from handling his guns, and Parrot would pull him close and ignore his complaints.

To do that forever. . .

One night. It was one night for his own fun, and he got a twisted ankle for it.

His mind tears at the seams and his heart bubbles like a sinking whale and all he can do is suffocate himself into the pillow as his eyes water.

Forever seems like so long.

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its the way wemmbu betrays knowing minute will always come back to him and minute knowing wemmbu can be kind

its the way they works SO well together as seen in both uu and kings smp like uu is scripted BUT you cant script people’s chemistry that shit is BUILT AND MADE from the ground up

its the way minute has SO much faith in wemmbu’s kindness even if wemmbu is always the first to leave the first to betray in most if not all scenarios

i have minute and wemmbu illness (as a duo and separately)

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my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “highcraft” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

me: yeah whatever i don’t feel shit

5 minutes later: dude i swear i just saw yodiegangboof join the game

my buddy joko pacing: cooper just moved my entire house a hundred blocks into the sky

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whoa… who’s this fucking guy

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Ro: Can we po [play Valorant]?

Mapicc: No, we’re getting these. We’re powering through.

Ro: Okay. [pause] Can I po?

Mapicc: Real men power through, Roshambo.

Ro: What if I’m not a real man?

[Silence]

Mapicc: … Team Awesome powers through.

Ro laughs.

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it’s not uu!wemmbu and ls!wemmbu more like idk idk just wanted to draw wemmbu distressed but wanted to draw someone making him distressed and didn’t want to draw someone else so I made wemmbu distress himself idk just wanted wemmbu man it’s wemmbu yk me it’s always wemmbu

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Bound to this earth, this isn't goodbye.

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Themmm… my mental illness…

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Mapicc doodle (◠‿◠✿)

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I.. am not... EXPLOITING!!! (i press the button that turns on my MINDCONTROL exploit and it throws everything across the room)

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oh wormhole trio.....

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i make such high quality content<3

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based on my beautiful s7 au. giggles