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remember how my friends draw lineart and i color it yeah i did that with my first oc(s?) ever lmao

this is meiers and sorge i literally started roleplaying cause of these two and also my fuckass friend void who made sorge. i made meiers. they're both horrifically traumatized xoxoxo

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hi chat sorry...

its been like 8 months i got so fucking obsessed with gtfo please god help me😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭im literally making a fucking youtube vid about it i drew some gtfo stuff but like. ill post it when its done cause i still have chronic never finishes wips syndrome.

i made a friend and we made ocs🙏🙏hell on earth.

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ermmm guess who got dragged back to the fandom 😅😅😅😅

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When you wish for a better young master and you somehow actually get one

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do you guys think he likes boys idk

based on this

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i have managed to log 40 hours into gtfo while still being incredibly busy. its like when i first started liking tged and shut myself in my room for 2 straight days to read it.

..also

if any gay people want to play it with me… please…..

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I MADE TGED LLOVIER KEYCAP :3

this was super fun to make, first time working w resin :3 i have some more ideas in mind for other tged themed keycaps so i plan on getting supplies to make more!!

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Sometimes Babygirl is a mercenary(?) who signed up to be mindless drone /silly

Anyway, magma art that I gave up on half way through lining.

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one big thing i think people outside fandom (like, all fandoms, fandom in general, not any particular one) tend to misunderstand is they know it's a subculture of people who are weirdly deeply invested in fictional media, and they hear about drama caused by people in those subcultures being unhinged in not-fun ways, and they think the unhingedness comes from the fact of being overinvested in works of fiction.

which is a natural assumption, but in my experience that's not really the case? like in my experience the drama llamas in fandom are usually not the ones who are just genuinely very deeply into the fiction. i've known people who are basically thinking about star trek or x-men comics or supernatural pretty much 100% of their free time and ime that type of person is usually very nice and surprisingly functional in their regular life. when someone's a constant nexus of fandom drama it's usually not that they are obsessed with the actual work of fiction the fandom is about, it's at least one of the following:

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but their unhealthy parasocial relationships with one or more of the people who created it

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but some elaborate shared-universe subset of fanfic about it that's only barely related to the original at this point, and/or an esoteric reading-against-the-text reinterpretation of the source material (often if the canon is active and ongoing this leads to becoming actively hostile toward it for its inevitably increasing failure to conform to their preferred fanon)

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but the fandom itself and gathering clout within it, so that the source material basically only exists to them as a tool for scoring points in increasingly arcane fandom disputes

and very often you get the same person doing 2 and sometimes even all 3 of these, and that's where the trouble really starts

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calculator app looooves to disguise itself as clock app. shell put on her little makeup and wig and you tap on her and then your all in numbers andd calculations world and you go i didnt want this!!!!!!! and you have to miserable leave and go crawling over to clock app whos a mean old hag whos always waking you up and you think God i wish i was at calculator right now

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can we like, have adaptations made by people who care about the thing they're adapting

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I adore the fact that Lloyd likes to read for entertainment. I also like thinking about Lloyd's inability to chill the fuck out. I think it's funny.

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i am way too tired for an actual fic, but i want this thing typed out. so:

javier is early. he does not find anyone behind the number on the door. he knocks for hours on end. he argues with people who threaten him with something he could not care less about. he is contemplating barging in when two people in uniform ask him to leave, the tone of their voice clear that if he does not oblige they are not asking him the second time around. the sun is setting, and he sits at the entrance door, a shell of himself. berkis made it clear this might be the only chance he ever gets.

"did they have a convention here or something?" somebody says. "you don't look like you're from around here."

mess of a hair, sickly pale skin, sunken cheeks. the man looks bad. he sounds bad, too. javier takes too long to respond, and the man's neutral face shapes into a concerned one. "you good?"

javier doesn't move an inch. statues in the museums look more alive than he does. this doesn't make the man to feel any way better about potentially starting a conversation with tomorrow's case study about hypothermia. javier practically sees how the man comes to that conclusion in the matter of seconds before he says, "do you want to grab dinner?" which tells javier everything he needed to know about this stranger's self-preservation skills. but the guy keeps standing there, too involved in this whole thing, and javier doesn't know what else to do. he nods.

these are things javier learns in the hours that follow: this world has excellent food, his clothes are too much of a distraction, and the sick-looking man that sits in front of him and very badly hides that he was not financially stable for a simple two-person meal is, in fact, lloyd frontera. frankly, the last part is never mentioned out-loud. "my name is kim suho," the man, kim suho, has said in actuality, and javier gracefully choked on his drink that moment, putting two and two together. and here he learns another thing — kim suho has no recollection of ever being lloyd frontera. javier introduced himself, putting everything onto his own name, the way it fell off his lips under the weight of it, and there's been—something, in lloyd's—suho's—lloyd's eyes. something. he froze, went deathly still, and reemerged back into conversation just as suddenly, blabbering about unusual names and foreign countries. javier nods and listens, the remnants of hope as easy to swallow as broken glass. this, he knows, berkis made very clear, too.

"there is a risk," he has said, and javier ignored the warning for the absurdly small chance of things going their way, for once. "he has walked through the reincarnation door. there are consequences to that."

just—this once. foolishly.

"javier?"

"yes?"

"do you need an uber?" kim suho holds some device that javier is supposedly should be looking at. he doesn't recognize the characters on it. he guesses this is the thing he lied he did not have.

"i don't have—money. for u-bear." javier says it in a way he is aware that suho doesn't have any money, too. they sit in silence that can only form between two very broke, very aware of that brokenness men.

kim suho studies him. "you can sleep at my flat." which is—again. terrible self-preservation skills. and, by the look on his face, kim suho realizes this too, however late it is to take the words back.

once again, javier doesn't know what else he can do. kim suho, who is lloyd frontera, is in front of him. the choice is rather obvious, then.

i have this whole thing planned very messily where javier has a set time for return. maybe a few weeks max. he is the stranger who barges into kim suho's life and it's also insane for suho because just who the hell is this guy and what is this vague feeling of intimacy, of familiarity. he doesn't understand what drives him to be so desperately kind to a stranger. to go out of his way to start conversation. to see how easy it is to do. and the whole thing with this memory wiping stuff—every time something from tkobai is mentioned suho gets a splitting headache. he gets nauseous seeing javier's face. but the thing they don't realize is that this constant proximity gradually wears down whatever defences this memory thing has on suho, and he starts very slowly remembering. i am very lazy and don't have anything else though

there's a point at which javier asks what kind of guy just invites a total stranger to his apartment and suho really has no excuse but to say he woke up feeling half his being was torn off and he couldn't care less about pretty much anything happening. which is totally not how he feels now, of course. he's far too logical and pragmatic to dwell on whatever that was. the fact javier so clearly remembers what happened just mere days ago at the gate and he now has a very grim picture of a mental state of the person in front of him is not very uplifting to either of them

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one cannot resist moth wife

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woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

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yesterday i was insane about that fictional man. today i am insane about that fictional man. tomorrow? take a wild guess brother