Holy shit holy shit holy shit.
Wilbur ended stream and then this happened:
He said "sorry Tallulah, but you are in a cold world", he took off his sword "it takes only one click". But there is no click, no sound, only q!Quackity questioning whether or not to kill Tallulah, silently watching her sleep.
He goes to thr canvas, and draws Tilín, his dead child, and hangs the painted canvas in the wall. The. Looks around, reading the signs that Tallulah used to talk with Wilbur, and then he retracts from what he was about to do.
q!Quackity gives a last watch at q!Wilbur and Tallulah's little wood and dirt house, and he leaves.
And then he ends stream.
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Unstoppable force (knowing Susie is a complex character with nuance who is done DIRTY by the fandom and genuinely deserves not to be just a villain with no redeeming qualities and instead have her other traits explored) meets immovable object (I REALLY love villains with no redeeming qualities I LOVE when characters can just be evil PLEASE let them twirl their mustaches and vivisect the hero it’s the best thing it’s enrichment. Evil is the highest compliment I can give a character I love you villains)
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did everyone just forget that spamton took advantage of the ongoing genocide (and helped it continue with the thorn ring) in the cyber world to take over queen’s mansion and plaster him & his image on everything. i think we dont talk about this nearly enough as we should
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I spent so much time reading manga that I completely forgot non-manga should be read from left to right...
I rarely draw Sajam by himself without Wilkan, it's actually refreshing lol
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Galin stared up at the sky, red and fiery, it was so.. Wrong. It wasn't a beautiful sunrise or sunset that bathed the sky in hues of orange and red with black at its edges. It was heavy and dark and it choked the sky from its light. The smell of smoke and various burning materials filled the air, embers dancing in the sky above them, the air was so hot. So heavy.
They exhaled shakily, violet eyes wide, wet with tears and the burning air that burned their eyes. Blood danced amongst the sand beneath them, the white sand stained in dark crimson. This war.. It wasn't what they wanted. It wasn't what they asked for. Their home destroyed and crumbled around them, buildings destroyed, landmarks demolished. All for this war against the Divine. Galin closed their eyes, breathing shallow, chest rising and falling but barely.
"Please.. Häa. Let me linger in this world a little longer.." They begged, voice hoarse, their mouth tasted of ash and smoke. But despite their plea to their God.. Their wounds were too grievous, they knew it. It hurt to die. Hurt to be stuck in that in between place. Galin didn't know how Decord did it so frequently. They avoided death, even though they knew, they wouldn't stay dead. They couldn't stay dead. No anymore, at least.
A curse? Or a blessing?
Galin wasn't sure as their eyes closed, as they couldn't take in any more air. They were suffocating. Their lungs could not inflate. They gasped desperately but nothing came in, their lungs burned, their throat hurt. Everything hurt as they died. How many times was this? How many more times did they need to die before they could avoid this pain? Ash or sand or something rained down on them, buried them in the crimson stained sands. What an unfortunate end this time around.
ah... haha... man... poor guy, dying to the horrors of war... i hope the people that knew them don't suffer too much... not me though...i don't. know who this is.
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