#michael mtisat

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Happy 4/20 Day

I didn’t have time to do lineart, so I just rendered the sketch. I think the shoddiness of the drawing is fitting for the context though… Don’t smoke guys, bad for health.

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this took TEN FUCKING DAYS. but it’s finally done!! my bbau palestine + ukraine piece… oh my godddd. sigh. if you have any questions / i got something wrong PLEASE let me know. click for better quality tumblr killed it

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// spiders / tarantulas

jacob stimboard for me again

this time it's about a character from my current bbieal mod hyperfixation (for the soul)

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fate of mandelbrot lore because I’ve been yapping too much in the BBAU REAL community

context: fate of Mandelbrot is basically an AU fangame of the MTISAT “franchise”

the modifications I made to the lore mostly just fill up some plot holes & make some irrelevant characters actually relevant (not all irrelevant characters. there’s like 40 of them)

also warnings for abuse mentions , fire , gore , & death in general

1998:

Mandelbrot, or simply “M,” was hired as a principal in WW academia (formerly JS academia)

M met & became good friends with the vice principal, commonly talking with him after the school day ended.

Michael WW gets hired there shortly after, the school’s name being rechanged (as aforementioned)

Some time passes, and Diana Darla, or “D.D,” first walks into the school for her first day of middle school.

As the months passed, D.D started getting more stressed due to homework piling up & bad grades, resulting in her intrusive thoughts & anxiety “flaring up.”

A few weeks before summer break started that year, things started to change for the absolute worst. A stagnant air grew in the center of the library (near where D.D usually studied or did schoolwork during the day,) getting worse & worse overtime.

The overhanging chandelier got dimmer & dimmer, before the final day came.

The last flame left on one of the candles let out a few sparks, before going out completely. The spark travelled downwards, staying alive just long enough to set one of the couches on fire. And then the room, and then the entire building.

The darkness stayed in the center of the room despite the flames around it, though. Until a hand reached out & grabbed the vice principal by the neck. The hand belonging to a spirit who called itself “LORD.”

(I’ll try to finish this in the next 7 days but idrk how to write the rest of this good so)

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I'll add more when I feel like it, happy pride month (it's 12 am here)

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michael im sorry but you are NOT making it out of there

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michael teaching

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michael

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evil dave

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OH MY FUCKING GOD BBAU GAMES ON ROBLOX ARE HORRIFYING WHAT THE FUCK