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[pillowspace]

I know everyone had their moment over Spanish Moon's deep voice, but I just found a French mod of Security Breach, and Moon's voice is actually so cute. I am sharing this with you, skip to 21:50

[yummycrummy]

Hear me out: Donnie Darko and Simon 👀

[purble-gaymer]

family JUMPSCARE!!!! (also i wrote this thing about them )

[curi0uscreature]

* The way the animatics were making me cackle last night AND THEN THIS SHIT I WAS HOLLERING

[jubmato]

a half-assed cquackity for your troubles

ive been totally unable to find any active normalguy dsmp discord servers recently. so ive decided to do it myself. ive gotten about 90% of it set up over the past couple days. just need to finish up a couple cosmetic things. would anypony be interested in that, orrrrrrrr..??

[slocumjoe]

Genuinely what the fuck was the point of the synths

[madame-mongoose]

Hello?

I’m??

Actually here to speak to you about your cars extended warranty

Ignore the image.

its so bad p lease ehlp me. somebnody. anybody. dear god

[skrunksthatwunk]

sometimes you need to go back and listen to the music you liked when you were 13 because it's good for you. and no im not talking about like emo nostalgia in this case we have enough posts about that. im talking about dad rock. actually im just talking about barenaked ladies

[wrdn-tabris]

happy halloween !!

[moonsidesong]

for anyone wondering how bestie's aa5 experience is going. currently for her it is relatively fine. for me it is painful

[intertexts]

also in retrospect p5 last night was startlingly horrifying!!!!! in like,,, a hellblazer neil gaiman metal hurlant type of way-- my patient is deeply traumatized & riddled with guilt over the death of her sister. obviously the solution is to delude her into believing SHE IS her dead sister!! no one else believes this btw its just her dragging around her sisters dead corpse. and calling herself by her name. everyone else is like oh yeah kasumi fucking died. and sumire is over here like hi my names kasumi! fucking insane. and this (putting fresh drywall over the gaping bloody wounds in the walls) makes her happy because she doesnt have to think about it ^_^ a

[polycharismas]

thinking about how sad i feel about the fact that i can never say ponganle condón porque se viene with any person that doesnt speak spanish because i can only think of extremely less funny ways to translate that phrase into english .

[othermart]

i love him hes my everythign

[zarithial]

I am also bad at picking characters so uhhh

Gonna pick at random because I cannot think

uhhhh Vital maybe?

Today on how many words can zari say before vey die: Vital Vital Chords Yet Unbroken is one of the Lands Edge iterators! That means he has @thatcreationsureisunending and @nofathomtoodeep as brothers! Vital and Creativity are so close that they consider themselves twins, being built around the same time frame... unfortunately the time frame being on the edge of generations. So while Creativity is gen 3... Vital is gen 4. They are the second and third iterators in their group respectively.

More on what makes Vital interesting: Vital is a living archive with practically infinite storage space. the primary piece of his structure is a massive library that occupies a good bit of his upper structure. Their chamber is also directly connected to this library so his citizens could just... walk in at any point in time if they needed something. Vital was very close to their citizens, to the point where he was likely the most effected by the ascension out of the LE group. All of LE coped with it in their own ways... mostly by isolating themselves. Unfortunately, Vital's coping mechanism was interaction with others. Vital was isolated, not of his own choosing. their twin had cut himself off from them when they needed him the most. So. Vital went a little insane after prolonged isolation.

Which is where we get to what he's like now A deranged iterator who dedicates their time to keeping a record of every single creature they can acquire... through Taxidermy! Vital has multiple levels of the archive dedicated to the remains of various creatures, most in game creatures he has an example of in his museum levels. Vital is loud, jumpy and frighteningly analytical. He is judgemental, rude and likes to make fun of others... basically the opposite of how he used to be! Oh and fun fact, his puppet was not made correctly :] They were supposed to have facial expressions and were meant to be average iterator height. Instead, they have a static blank expression and are shorter than normal. the only expression they have is with their antenna which can rotate forwards and back. My brain is running out of things to say whoops. Uhhh Their structure is incredibly well built, to the point where the only way it would collapse is via direct intervention from either himself or an outside force. His city has an art-deco design and was called Vigil. The citizens were all rather knowledgeable due to effectively living on the worlds biggest nerd. festivals were a regular occurrence and vital would often watch from his chamber. He is jealous of Fathoms ability to leave his structure and has been trying for so long to find a way to get out. he isnt able to find a way however. Not without outside help anyway.

aaaand there go the thoughts. Okay! Hope you enjoyed reading that :]

[waybrights]

THANKS TO @cowcowwow FOR GIVING ME THIS PROMPT !!!!!!! ik its not amazing but i just, needed to write Something tonight dhdhdhd i hope u enjoy !!!!

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"this is so dumb," sasha grumbles as marcy places two small canvases om the newspaper covered table.

"maybe you're dumb," marcy replies with a wide grin, moving around the spare room turned art studio to grab the little pots of paint. "besides, this is supposed to be relaxing, we're not going to create masterpieces."

sasha smiles when marcy presses against her back to put some colours onto the table. "i don't relax, mars, you know this."

"today you will learn how."

"what? through the art of finger painting?" she raises a brow as marcy finally takes her seat across the table.

"yes," marcy nods and taps her fingers on the table as she scans the pots of paint.

"what do i even make?"

with a shrug, marcy picks up a dark green. "i dunno, whatever you want."

sasha sighs, leaning back in her chair as she tries to come up with an idea. its annoying, the way her mind goes blank, because no matter what she does, nothing good enough comes to mind.

for a while, she watches marcy, having given up on her own painting before even starting. she watches as she picks up each colour and spreads it across the canvas with her fingers, not a care in the world that its under her nails. sasha watches as marcy leans over the table, her tounge sticking out as she focuses, the quietest she's ever been as she creates an image only she can see.

turning back to her own, empty canvas, sasha frowns. it doesn't have to be a masterpiece, she tells herself, it doesn't even have to be good, marcy won't laugh at it.

with that thought in the back of her mind, sasha takes a deep breath and reaches for the dark blue that sits next to her canvas.

-

"done," marcy hums to herself as she straightens her back, a proud smile crossing her face as she takes in the painting.

considering she'd done it with her fingers, she wouldn't say it's bad. it's not an outstanding piece, only a field with a few flowers dotted around and the longer she looks at it, the more mistakes she can find, but there's no denying that her plan had worked. the weight sitting on her chest had lifted and the tension had seeped out of her muscles.

pushing away from the table, marcy peers over to see what sasha painted. she was mildly surprised, to see an arag of colours on the canvas, all fitting together to create what looked to be a galaxy.

"woah," she mumbles, leaning over to get a better look.

"huh?" sasha stops painting and looks up at marcy, her brow furrowed. "what? is everything okay?"

"yeah, i was just looking at your picture, that's all."

"oh," she says, and looks back at her canvas, an almost surprised expression on her face. "do you like it?"

nodding, marcy rises and moves around the table to lean against sasha. "i love it, sash," she smiles, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"what did you paint then?" sasha asks, obviously trying to move the conversation on.

"ah, just a field of flowers," marcy shrugs, leaning to pick up her painting to show sasha. "nothing new."

"it's beautiful though." then sashs turns to marcy with a smile. "just like you."

"god," marcy laughs, "you're so cheesy!"

"maybe so, but you love me all the same," she grins and its then marcy notices the paint splatters all over her face, too fine to notice from her seat, but now they're faces are so close, it's beyond noticeable.

"and you have paint all over your face," marcy responds, pressing her paint covered index finger to sasha's nose.

"i'll get you for that, mars."

[nathanialhowe]

playing as ricky cousland bg3 but every time he sees a non thedas race he screams