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goocasden2 · 1 year
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funny animal post
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t0bey · 6 months
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You’re supposed to be taller
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chawawanya · 26 days
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Another batch
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circus-blades · 8 months
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kyodelika · 7 months
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youyouyoure just my type oh youve got a pulse and you are breathiiing
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the-toybox-sys · 2 months
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is this hullabaloo circus lore
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otakusparkle · 6 months
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Identity V x The Chara Cafe Collaboration Official Full Body Illustration by 马吉马吉工作室
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For HD Version :
https://m.zcool.com.cn/work/ZNjY3NzU2MDg=.html
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fishermanshook · 3 months
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"You look, oddly familiar." (surviors! x gn!reader)
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INTRO
A prompt where you knew said Survivor before they came to the manor. Your reason for coming here? Probably because of them.
꒰wc꒱ 1.0k words (grammar and spelling warning, mentions of abuse in Female Dancer’s part.)
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The Enchantress
You and the Enchantress were together a lot as kids, or has your growing age started to wipe your memory clean? Do you struggle to remember such personal moments the two of you shared? Such a shame, as it's been over 5 years and you've yet to trace her location down. Has she disappeared from the world entirely? Seems like it, doesn't it?
Oh. Wait. There's a memory. An old one for sure, but a memory is still a memory. You and Patricia had spent what seemed to be every waking second together. So much so that Patricia's "mother" had started to see you as her own. Another child to take under her wing, and she gladly would. You understand that, right? Had she not taught you enough? The two of you had made a habit of strolling through New Orleans together, knowing almost every face that inhabited every corner of the city. You'd be down there for any number of reasons. To pick something up, to look for new ingredients, or just to look around the place you know by the back of your hand.
If the two of you had spent so much time with each other, then why didn't she tell you where the hell she went? She never left a note, a letter, or even a single clue as to where she ran off. So yes, when you received a letter stating to know her whereabouts you followed. Was it dumb? Oh for sure. But you would take every chance you could get to find her. You didn't even get to go up to her when you spotted her, she already knew.
"I wish you hadn't come," The Enchantress says with her back turned to yours. "but I can't help but be happy that you did." She chimed, turning around with a smile and a strange-looking artifact in her hand.
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The Painter
You were there when it all started. You know, his painting thing. At first, he was a mess, paint slobbered all over his hands and face like a child. But I guess he was a child when he first picked up the paintbrush. Who would’ve known he would never put it down?
As Edgar’s talent increased, he started painting other things. Boats in the river, flowers growing outside, people strolling around the park where the two of you frequented. His drawings decorated his room and cluttered his bedroom floor.
For your 12th birthday, little Edgar (in all honesty) had forgotten about your birthday. The thought of it struck his mind at 1 in the morning as he quickly grabbed for his paints before whisking out a canvas. Throwing himself into his work, he produced his first of many portraits of you. From that point forward, it was a tradition for him to paint you for each birthday. No matter how many fights you had over his short temper or accidental paint spills imported from the other side of the country, you still received a packaged painting. Wrapped in fine silk with a “happy birthday” note tucked in between the folds. For you, he spared little to no expense. That is, until he got older.
It has been over two years since you've seen the man and you haven’t received a single portrait since. Arriving at the manor, you find him in the garden alone, painting a familiar portrait.
“It’s nice that you remember my face, as I’m starting to forget yours.” Your voice nearly makes him drop his paintbrush, as he whips around to meet you. You in all your stunning beauty, god, how you’ve grown from the small child he once knew.
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Female Dancer
It is either that you met Nata-Margaretha in Lakeside Village or during your shared time spent in the Hullabaloo circus. Both experiences that you will not forget, but time makes things foggy. It blurs memories that were important to your life that you can no longer recall. But for the sake of going to bed without a piercing migraine tonight, your brain tells you it was during the circus.
Ah, now you're starting to remember things. As memories (some unwanted) come flooding back to you about the circus. A curious place that produced good and bad thoughts. Your mind flashes back to before the accident when time was spent helping Margie (a nickname used widely throughout the circus by many of its performers) tame animals and perform new jaw-dropping tricks to stun the audience. 
You remember when your ignorance of what was happening behind closed curtains came crashing down. When Margaretha came crying to you, sobbing that she needed to tell you something. She then began to show you bruises and cuts that littered her body, all deliberately hidden in places that couldn't be noticed unless further expected. To keep it short, you were shocked that "he" could do something this horrible, to decorate her upper body in purple and red marks. It was even more shocking that if anyone noticed, "he" would just brush it off and say that she got hurt while practicing. 
At that time, you knew you had to get her and yourself out of there. A lack of knowledge has landed your friend with bruises, cuts, and unwanted love from someone she thought she cared for.
You haven't seen Margaretha since the fire. Actually, you haven't seen anyone since the fire. Not Mike, not Murro, not even Violetta. But following breadcrumbs as to where they all went earned you a one-way ticket to the Oletus Manor, maybe your questions will be answered there.
"Margie?" You almost choke on your words. Seeing her for the first time in so long feels nostalgic. (how old are you again?) She can't even respond, she can’t even believe it's you. All you'll get from her is a death-griping hug and a stained shirt accompanied by her ever-flowing tears.
note: I love you Patricia (writers block is kicking my a rn)
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(2024)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform
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marielightful · 10 months
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post en masse just for the [is carried away]
I don't know how to use this place still but here is a collection of recent art...
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ch6douin · 3 months
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Hello I am curious what do you think Luca would do if he could somehow make the survivors be able to listen Reader's voice. Imagine the reaction of reader singing songs from their world.
Survivors and hunters already listen to the reader's voice. It's just distant and faint. Now, if Luca can somehow find an opening to solve this problem, they would be delighted! I mean, sometimes your voice gets too loud and that doesn't help them focus, but at least if you slip out any important information they will hear it.
Depending on what tunes you hum and sing, most of them would relax with this private performance and even forget they are in a match, others would be slightly annoyed and then learn to ignore. Some would also try to find out what music are you listening to. Just don't scream at the top of your lungs, please.
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A smile blooms on her face, Margaretha Zelle is once again having her ears graced by this song she has yet to discover its origins. As a lady with such a harsh past, she wouldn't easily surrender to the invisible shackles of your existence. Yet as your voice gets louder and clearer, so does her urge to throw this match. The punishment won't be that bad, would it? She is sure that you will brush it off if she stops moving.
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jewelianism · 5 months
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the place became a taboo subject for residents after a nightmarish gathering.
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jarofchaos · 2 months
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[May 24, 2022]
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Back with fresh Margnaib y'all 🤠
Also yes they both smoke bcuz I said so.
Originally this was supposed to be an entire comic about their first interaction but I didn't have time to draw it all so uh. Yeah.
BTW THIS WAS MEANT TO BE MY CELEBRATION POST FOR FINALLY GETTING VILE BLOSSOM
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t0bey · 6 months
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I’ll never make you forget
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circus-blades · 9 months
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Kroto and Electrolysis icon commissions
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vickingasart · 5 months
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Figuring How to draw Mike and Kurt again, i think Helena and Kurt should be friends, meme based on the aesop plushie, and margaretha deserves BETTER.
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the-toybox-sys · 4 months
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idv fans how we feeling tonight
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