#cloude-money

[xielianslver]

Waiting for your silly little webtoons to update is like waiting for your husband to come back from war

[the-innefable-idiot]

so that's what I got from the new BOC project announcements

[teruthecreator]

i hate doing this but i got let go from my job a month before i expected my contract to end and i haven’t been able to rebound with a new job yet. i only have enough money for rent and internet, but that means i can’t afford anything that isn’t that (like toilet paper, ibuprofen, cleaners, etc.). i literally would not be able to eat rn if it weren’t for food stamps

my venmo is @/michthememelord if you have a few bucks to throw my way i’d sincerely appreciate it <3 but only do so if it’s money to spare i don’t wanna make poor people poorer

[clouffy]

would anyone be interested in commissioning me for a tiny painting. like a standard 3 x 3 inch square base that could be modified like so to be bigger or smaller or whatever. I specialize in glitter

[echollama]

Painted these 2 after I came across them over the weekend!

I had the Jean one while my sis had Klee's, they were both quite good! 🥰🥰🥰

[kwoojii]

i started twewy and had a relevation

[cloudwhisper23]

Her first words when she woke up were the ones that would haunt Gregory the most. Her unsteady sobbing and terrible hiccups would linger in his mind, long after the urging at the back of his mind stopped.

"Gregory? Why am I- Where are we? What happened?" Cassie's voice was broken, her confusion tangling with the lingering feeling of betrayal.

She had every right to feel betrayed. Gregory had betrayed her, just like he'd betrayed all of his friends before. The amused voice at the back of his head liked to mock him for it.

"Your use will never expire, boy." It had an odd quality to it.

If Gregory could dig deep enough, maybe he'd recognize it. But it was against the rules to examine the voice too deeply. He'd seen the result of that in what the voice had called The Reluctant One. Her expression never lost that shattered look, and Gregory was secretly glad she kept the mask on all the time now. He couldn't bear to look at her face anymore. It had been foolish to think he could escape, that they both could escape.

Gregory's own mask was off. The voice hated when he removed it, but Gregory hated wearing it. This was a compromise, he told himself, flexing his fingers within the scratchy fabric of his own rabbit suit.

"Gregory?" Cassie's voice wavered, her constant bravado completely wiped out by the reality of the situation. "What happened to you? I came here to save you and-"

Gregory turned away, feeling the calling of the voice in his mind. He wouldn't be in control in a moment, and his alter-ego, the one he'd dubbed GGY, would take over. He'd mock her for being afraid. He would be just enough like Gregory to convince her that it was all him. "I'm not the one who needed saving," Gregory whispered, lying to both of them.

"You are," GGY said, turning back to Cassie with a sinister grin.

Gregory was trapped in the backseat now as the mask went back on.

"Gregory?" Cassie's voice was very afraid now. She pulled at the cords binding her to a post, but she wouldn't be able to get away now. The fall from the elevator was more than enough for that.

"Poor little Cassie. You really thought we were friends, didn't you?" GGY shook his head, slowing creeping toward her. "You thought you could put on a brave face and save me when I was in danger. 'Cassie, save me.' I can't believe you actually fell for that."

Was this meant to be Gregory's punishment for destroying the monstrous endo? He wondered constantly when the voice would try to break him. It made his heart ache to know that he'd been too late to rescue Roxy, but at the very least, he'd ended that thing's reign of terror. The voice had gone quiet after that, if only for a few minutes. And then he heard the elevator fall and Cassie's scream.

The only other time he'd seen the shuddering shape of the animatronic endoskeleton trying to control him was when he'd equipped it with a suit that was meant to represent himself. It wasn't good enough, he knew. But he had to try to give Cassie a chance to escape sooner rather than later.

But the voice was too clever for that. There was always a backup. It muttered sometimes, about someone called William Afton. Gregory couldn't ever find any information on the man, but the voice found it amusing.

"He'll always come back," the voice croned. "You may meet him one day, if we succeed in luring him into the open."

That day hadn't come yet, but the day for punishing Gregory's past deeds had. Cassie, his only remaining friend, was about to die on her birthday. And Gregory knew he had only himself to blame.

"Why are you doing this?" Cassie whimpered, shrinking closer to the post she was bound to. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Oh, it's not what you did," GGY breathed. "It's what you are."

"What am I?" Cassie said as GGY pressed a knife to her throat.

"You're many things. If you last long enough, you're bait. If not, you're a soul to be harvested. You're a child, which makes you even more tempting." GGY pressed the knife hard enough to encourage a bead of blood to slip down Cassie's neck. "I suppose you also did save me, in a way. I was trapped for quite some time. But most importantly, you're an example."

"An example? For who?" Cassie's tears had stopped, and she was searching the grinning expression of the rabbit mask, like it would reveal a secret to her.

"To the ones who would lock me away," GGY replied. "I wonder how long you'll last." The knife moved away from her throat, hesitating by the left side of her chest for a moment before GGY leaned fully on her broken leg.

Gregory hated the sounds of her screams, and he knew no one else would be able to hear them. Whatever the voice was in life, it certainly knew how to keep a room isolated.

"Guess what I found," the glitchy voice of the white rabbit said, somewhere near Gregory's right ear. GGY let up, and Cassie shuddered, broken sobs slipping quietly from her mouth.

"What did you find?" GGY asked.

Vanny, as Gregory knew her, tossed the mangled remains of Freddy's head at his feet. Gregory recoiled, anguish tugging at him from every angle. "He tried to be a hero. What a mistake."

GGY laughed as Gregory silently wailed for his fallen friend. He'd hoped against hope that since Freddy remained unattached to his body that he'd remain somewhere safe. Evidently, he'd found a way to come after his new family. The two people he cared most deeply about.

"He's long gone by now," Vanny said, amusement lingering after GGY finally stopped laughing. Gregory felt sick, but his emotions were hardly a consideration now. "The light took forever to kill, but it's gone now. I waited to make sure."

Was it blue or yellow when it went out? Gregory wondered quietly. Freddy had manic tendencies sometimes, especially when he'd felt particularly defensive of his charge. When he had that defiant reaction, the color changed from a kind blue to a fierce yellow glow. Gregory had only seen it twice, but he liked to think the light wouldn't go out on blue.

Even thinking that, a beeping noise came from Freddy's destroyed head. Cassie instinctively lifted her head, makeup running like it had the first time Gregory had met her.

"Freddy?" she whispered faintly, hope clear in her voice.

Vanny shook her head. "Why is she still alive?"

"I was getting to it," GGY snapped. He kicked the Freddy head as he returned to his place beside Cassie. "Just because you don't care for the screams-"

"The job is to kill. Not to torture."

"Reluctant?" GGY's words were a challenge, and Vanny knew it.

"Hardly. I prefer the term efficient," Vanny sneered. "Are you going to finish it? Or are you the reluctant one?"

Gregory's heart sank, knowing how this would end. "Just because you can't enjoy a bit of suffering doesn't mean I won't. Angie shouldn't have had a quick end."

"Well, maybe Cassie should," Vanny snapped, and before GGY could try to get in a word edgewise, she yanked the knife free from his grasp and plunged it into Cassie's heart.

Cassie only had the chance to gasp softly before sagging against her bonds, completely limp.

She was gone, and Gregory knew it was his fault.

[witch--tips]

you NEVER need to wait “until you have the money” to start practicing witchcraft. you do not need ANY money for witchcraft. you can have all the money in the world and practice witchcraft every single day without spending a single cent on it. everything you need you already have, inside of you and around you as well.

[episims]

Ruby *giggles* "Hi, Julian! Hi, Cloud!"

"Main courses available: Lime Seared Prawns, Lobster Bisque, Salmon."

Cloud "I'll take the prawns. Salmon for you?"

Julian "Yes."

Julian ". . ."

Cloud "Hard texture?"

Julian "The skin, mostly. I like the taste."

Cloud "We're not in a hurry! These prawns are great, though."

Cloud "-uh, sorry. We haven't even toasted, yet."

Julian "We were supposed to?"

Cloud "We're celebrating your promotion! A glass for my handsome date as well, please."

"Order registered."

Julian "Cloud... I'm aware there are aspects of my work you don't agree with. We don't need to-"

Cloud "They're still achievements of someone I care about. Besides, I work for them, too. So while I might criticize-"

Julian "The criticism is needed. I appreciate it."

Cloud "Right, but I can't exactly claim a halo myself, either. So... for the science?"

Julian "...For the science."

[onemillionfurries]

my biggest pet peeve with web 2.0 dying is that people really think that the cryptobro web 3.0 is the inevitable next step. like it's written in stone that the internet will take the form of NFTs and cryptocurrency and the "metaverse" in the future.

like. come on. when was the last time you've actually seen anything NFT related in the year of our lord 2023? has ANYONE other than the cryptobros and their bots on twitter been talking about it?? what about the "metaverse"??? im pretty sure Meta itself even dropped their vr "metaverse" crap.

also even if the "mainstream" internet DOES go in that direction, that doesn't mean we need to follow? Despite the total takeover of web 2.0 and social media, personal sites and forums DO still exist. there are still IRC chats and MUCKs and MUDs. We will still have websites and web browsers in a web 3.0-dominated internet. even if those become niche.

plus, i think the whole reason web 2.0 and social media took off in the first place was because it was convenient. rather than building your own website from scratch, you instead had your own profile that you can easily upload photos to and set your mood and make small posts. people saw it as a way to easily keep up with friends, so they flocked to it.

what the fuck does web 3.0 offer to the average person? needing to put on a clunky, expensive set of goggles to virtually attend a work meeting? artificial scarcity assigned to shitty monkey jpegs?? other than techbros and billionares creating artificial hype around this shit to get people flocking there, what actually has people staying?

[supremetvpes]

Thug Angel

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[palmtreepalmtree]

I am so utterly baffled by trends. I could never be in marketing.

I admit that I am not into things (which makes it very difficult to buy me gifts), so that's sort of a handicap right off the bat. But that's not to say that I don't ever buy or receive things that I love. I have a few traditional ceramic mugs in my office rotation that are favorites and bring me joy on every use (a couple were gifted, one was my own purchase).

But this article describes a secondary market for these water bottles ($240 for something that retails at $49.99), and it links to a tiktok where a person shows off their 20+ collection of these things? WHY

Having nice things is nice. Having things you like is nice.

But I am just so confused by conspicuous consumption and brand consciousness. What is it that compels people to do this? The brands and their insidious advertising do enough psychological damage to me already. I'm not virtuous for not buying more things. And I'm obviously not magically unaffected by marketing. But I don't feel compelled to collect or be trendy. So I just don't get it.

How are people out there just leaning into this shit so fucking hard? WHY

[cloudninetonine]

Hey! I just got an Anon about a Legend theory!! And all I gotta say is

[vaultgirl2077]

Christine Royce, Sierra Madre, circa 2281.

[potatoesandsunshine]

me trying to convince the companions in the "revenge corrodes and corrupts everything it touches" dlc to come back to the mojave: i've got a life. i've got a robot dog. that could be you. please. people laugh together there