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- False has DID, is a traumatic system, who split at the age of 6.

- She splits easily and is pretty mix culture/gender.

- She masks the DID (she is a perma age regressed host)

- pretty open communication with the innerworld decently separated from the front

We have more but haven’t touched this particular one in forever.

is this mostly to project our own DID, yes. Did we create a fanfic. Yes…. i gotta drag that person up to rewrite it - False (i named myself after the best girl <33)

i think the world deserves more osdd/system/did/collective mcyt headcanons. especially hermitcraft

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Sometimes when you are an old Dsmp Fan and an old HC, you distinctively remember the crossovers you made and then realize, you fell back into doing so.

This is about my False is a Minecraft au/oneshot.

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Wrote a False Centric oneshot, with Family Angst!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62384842

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!!!!!! You are all fine, i wasn’t bothered by that, just curious!, oh my gods this is lovely as hell!! It looks so good, i love how you designed Cleo and False !!!!! I’ll add more thoughts later

SECRET SANTA FOR @rottengoggles!!!!

I AM SO SO SO SORRY ABOUT IT BEING LATE!!! i didnt see the ask telling me who my secret santa was bc my ask box is full of old art rqs & spam, so i haven't checked it in a month...

IM SO SORRY

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Dude these rocks took SO fucking long to make. WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF LMFAOOO

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First chap of vexbie is out folks!

i had severe writers block so the chapters would be every 2-3 days in posting! Until i hit the end of the backlog then once a week hopefully!

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@aquinnix I received you for Secret Santa! So here is my fic for you! It is a Cleo centric thoughts, angsty with a hopeful ending, hope you enjoy!

Winter Woes and Holiday Cheer:

Cleo breathes out, yet another winter had hit the server, her bones feel chilled with the cold. A common thought is that the temperature doesn’t affect her, that her body isn’t weighted down by the freezing cold that coats the server in frost. She was closer by the water this season as well, it made the air feel even frostier, it filled with air with a moist weight. Her skin had gained a blue tint from the cold, her body rotting was chunky and felt bitey. The cold always crept up to her like a grim reaper, it tugged into her body and nestled deep in her bones. It made her sluggish and drained.

They never liked the feeling of it in their body, never liked the feeling of never being able to get out of their bed, all they want to do is sleep away. Wait until the sun defrost the snow and warms the ground and air.

Summer wasn’t the best for her either, the hot air and dry humanity, it dug into her flesh and dried her out, bits of her skin was flake off at random, her organs would squish and squelch. It was unpleasant and made her body itch in a way of dry skin.

Zombism was nothing but a curse for them, a hard weight on their chest. They were trapped in a rotting body to wait for it to decay into nothingness, for them to lose all their friends as the age catch up to them. Maybe one day they will, to see their friends once again.

She rolls over in her bed, messing with the quilts and heavy weighted heat blankets, it was warm, made her body feel less heavy, made her flesh feel less brittle, filled her heart with an ache, one day these will be the only things that stands when she loses her friends. A zombie will stand until the end of the world, a zombie is alone.

Wasn’t the earlier mutation of zombies herd creatures? Wasn’t they so bonded to the herd that they wanted around in packs and leave nothing but danger in their wake? Her herd was her friends, her people, they expand, they fluctuate in numbers, but they were hers.

One day they will see more than they know, will see how the world crumbles, the buildings become ruins and their flesh will fail them. They don’t want to welcome that day, not as the snow falls outside their window and they can hear the screams and shrieks of joy, they can see snowballs being thrown around, people being tackled.

Her chest warms as she sees that, her body felt alive for a moment, that joy, those laughs of happiness, she would not trade it for the world. Maybe one day she will lose them all, but the memories will stick with her, she looks out into the snow. Someone catches her eyes, their smile bright, their eyes soft, her chest… her heart though not working, felt like it could flutter. She has a lot to live for, to be with for.

They slip out of their bed, they grab proper winter clothes, a thick shirt and pants, a heavy fur cloak and several more layers, a pair of earmuffs, and furred lined boots. They smiles, the future isn’t set in stone, but the present is welcoming. The present was filled with laughter and love and maybe…. they can get more, be loved for more, be seen as more. They were a zombie, they were endless, they will exist for a time unknown to man. They have a family, and friends, and they feel warm, even as the cold seeps into them again.

She had the hermits… they were known for doing the impossible, maybe it will be possible that she won’t lose them.

Cleo smiles soft, a hand pressed against her heart. They were going to be with the hermits as much as possible, she loved them, and she knows they love her. So she steps out of her house and brace the snow and cold, she smiles when they get pulled into the snow fight. She closes her eyes and breathes out. The Hermits was worth the cold freezing her fingers into frostbite claws. She locks eyes with them, and grins, sharply, ferally.

(Word count: 720, Idea count: 7, settled on this one, different from my normal writing!)

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The writing demons have yet to let me writing. I got to write for the Hermit Secret Santa. Time to sell my Soul yet again

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Was hanging on PonyTown, messing with designs and created what i think Cleo and False would look like on it, then because i liked the designs, i decided to draw them (finished Cleo’s False is a work in progress), yes i included my reference in the drawing of the design

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….. Now i want to make an au about that, cause i can see it so clearly. I always hc’d Gem was Cleo’s younger sister in most aus

Gem is falsecleo’s lovechild but you have to think about it for a bit

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False often only lets Cleo, Stress, Iskall and Ren touch her hair, which often leads to a competition of who can do the more extravagant style of hair. False always falls asleep before they are done cause she likes the soothing motion of hands in her hair combing it out and playing with it

Having a rough day, send me your nicest HC/life series art/writing/headcanons pretty please.

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Unpopular opinion.

HC! False was the less destructive twin

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I love how False was just like "omg the sky is a weird colour"

False hunny I don't know if you've ever been outside but that's called a sunset.

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When you write every day but don’t post yet.

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16000 words down,

3500 <- new au

6000 <- Vexbie

6000 <- MG!

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Species Swap Au my beloved. Set in Season 7

Currently got 2 chaps written and ready to post when i decide to. Which will be after my other au got 1 chap written. Been doing this for… 2 days! Woo.

False - Zombie

Cleo - Vex

Scar - Bee

Grian - Dog

Keralis - Vex

Joe - Vex

xB - Vex

Xisuma - Eldritch

Ren - Bird

Doc - Nymph

Stress - Creeper

(All i have so far, will take suggestions)

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people who give false short hair in fanart deserves their pillows to be exactly the right temperature