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The ms paint brush is my life-blood rn
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chaotic-pixelz · 9 months
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he gets a gold star that says i tried
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sereinreality · 9 months
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adam: it was my fault
thatcher: what was your fault?
adam: jonah
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mrkvhs · 9 months
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SO . ERM . MANDELA CATALOGUE-ERS. ARE WE OKAY RN
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oh-sure-333 · 8 months
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Thatcher: Who Told you?....
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(Jesús..To be my first publication it is Horrible-) [but it's really blurry I know-]
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jackivist · 9 months
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New Mandela Catalogue EP and website just dropped. oh my god. i'm not normal. not normal at all. AAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEE /VVVPOS
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chiivsy · 8 months
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YOU ARE NOT THE REAL YOU ;
A damn murray
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fizzzyz · 8 months
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Emo boy shenanigans
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voidthesquished · 9 months
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“Just tell me what happened. Everything.”
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brightlydim · 8 months
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[SUSPECT IDENTIFIED]
God…?
original version under the cut
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and some tags @b0nkcreat @gardnwater @localvoidcat @svturn-exe hope y’all like it :)
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SPOILERS FOR THE MANDELA CATALOG PRESTO
Thatcher casually catching himself a “ My Life as a Teenage Alternate™ ”
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cal4hysteria · 7 months
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i played a little with that emo art style except this time i posted it to the tumblr ^_^
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missr3n3 · 7 months
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(090116) ADAM MURRAY ♡ presto
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moonlightsmasquerade · 9 months
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Forbidden Fruit
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moonflwer-gutz · 9 months
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God's Face
"Who told you?"
"God."
And God wasn't a winged Angel.
It wasn't the thing that echoed in his mind telling him to come home, join the flock, YOU'RE ONE OF US, ADAM.
Nor was it the thing in the television; the man who stole the child from his crib, cradling him in his arms, crooning, "My sweet boy…"
God was a static face. One of shock. One of terror. One of knowledge.
And It told him everything.
What he would become. What he would do. Who he would lose. Who he would gain.
His life. His purpose. His answers.
He learned it all that night. From that face, that shocked face. That sunken eyed, elongated jawed, black, white, and dread-inducing face.
God's face.
Ever the fool, he didn't listen. Too arrogant and caught up in his meaningless struggles to even understand.
He didn't understand.
But God knew this would happen.
This happened every time. No matter how hard It tried.
And so, the cycle would repeat. The Catalyst would awaken, the fate of the Jester would unfold, and God would come from that.
And God would try again.
For, God's face was his own, and his face was God's.
"Who told you?"
"God."
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paranormeow7 · 9 months
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I WANNA TELL MY BABY TO PRETEND, THAT EVERY WORD I SAY IS WHAT I REALLY MEANT
AND IF I GET MY HEAD BACK ON ALRIGHT, THEN WE CAN BE TOGETHER FOR ANOTHER NIGHT
(tag as ship and I fucking kill)
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