tapestryundone

[tapestryundone]

hey guys

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just heard about the update!!!! hell yeah....

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I hope you can help me and donate to me. I urgently need this donation to restore a room in my destroyed house to protect my family from the cold and rain. I will be grateful to you, my friend.

Donate even £5, even if it is small, it does a lot for us, helps us stay alive and gives us hope to continue our lives and that we can build a new life with these donations

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@randomly-random-stuff sorry this took so long, got distracted by some stuf!!! but here are the sketches i have of it :D

I woke up at like, 6:15 am today with nothing to do, stumbled upon your blog by accident, and had such a blast reading through your posts. Seeing the art you've made too. All of it made me very happy :D So thank you for that. Happy new year!!

:D thank you so much!!!!!!! im so glad that my posts were able to cause JOY and i appreciate hearing about it it makes me smile!!!!!!!!! happy new year :)!!!!!!!!!

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I woke up at like, 6:15 am today with nothing to do, stumbled upon your blog by accident, and had such a blast reading through your posts. Seeing the art you've made too. All of it made me very happy :D So thank you for that. Happy new year!!

:D thank you so much!!!!!!! im so glad that my posts were able to cause JOY and i appreciate hearing about it it makes me smile!!!!!!!!! happy new year :)!!!!!!!!!

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was being weird on some other sideblogs of mine and reminded that i snuck an image of quiet as an object into one of my posts and no one batted an eye

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yknow what, im still getting over the flu covid and idk when ill get back to this so have this entire wip that i posted a snapshot of a while back, for Prologue

You are missing a part of yourself. It is the first thing you will ever know, and you know it with absolute certainty.

The second thing you will know in the first moments of your existence is that you will not recall this later. Not even a little bit. The aching feeling of lacking a part of yourself may remain, but the realization, the deeply ingrained knowledge that there is something missing from you, is something that will slip from your mind and into the ether.

You do not hear anything. You do not see anything. It is all a vast nothingness, though you don't understand what these concepts mean. You do not feel their absence, not in the way you intrinsically know you are not whole- rather, the knowledge that these sensations could exist is gradually entering your consciousness.

You've never been conscious before. Are you conscious now?

There is the pulling of threads, interlocking and overlapping one another in incomprehensible patterns. They are you. You do nothing about this process. You do not realize there is anything for you to do.

You do not understand any of it, but you are beginning to understand something. The shapes of fundamental truths- the silhouettes of something knowable.

There is life. There's supposed to be something else, too, but you don't know what it is. A sensation- it comes from nowhere at all, and it is uncomfortable. The knowledge that there is something else to this concept just out of reach.

You can move, you realize. It is a foreign concept. You have found something. Something important. The weaving did not uncover this truth, it feels innate. It feels incomplete, but its presence brings you a reprieve.

You have never moved. The feeling is strange, the feeling is familiar. It is not you. But you shift, and the weaving is disrupted. The movement of threads shudders in a wayunlike before.

"Hm?"

An intrusion. You do not have the capacity to know just what feeling the intrusion evokes. But with the same certainty with which you know you are missing a part of yourself, you know that the presence is not supposed to be here. You know that it should not have your threads and that it is changing them.

The sensation of sound is similarly overwhelming. You have never heard before, and the vibration of the everything around you at the intruder's noise evokes new concepts in you. Are they emotions?

At the shape of emotions you feel both repulsed and drawn. How do you know of these? Something previously nonexistent stirs.

"Can... Can you hear me?"

You cannot describe it. It comes from within but yet, it doesn't. Something peering into you. You are changing. It is making you change, and you feel it.

The intruder's noises are temporarily absent, and the movement of threads ceases. The intruder is waiting for you. You have nothing to give it. You are still. You are no longer changing, and the stillness that comes seeps into every part of you. It feels correct. It feels like something you can't describe. From the part of you that is missing, it feels incorrect. You remain still.

The stillness is temporary. It is not eternity. The intruder does not speak again before the weaving resumes.

You are changing again. The missing piece is calling to you, and the stillness doesn't oppose it.

As the intruder works, you learn. You don't know what you are learning. The knowledge comes from somewhere long forgotten, and yet it comes from nowhere at all. It does not come from the intruder.

Something is growing, and yet you learn of tension. You need more space than you have. Did you ever have such space? You cannot remember. You learn distance. Your missing piece is apart from you. The intruder is weaving something between your threads.

You take the something, but it cannot be held. You do not know what you are meant to do with it. The something tangles and shifts, cradling your consciousness. The something starts to feel like you. Was it ever a something, or was it always a you? You cannot tell. You know it is not your missing piece.

You stir, more than before. This time, you attempt to create noise. You cannot tell if you succeeded, but the intruder stops again. You are certain you did something. The shape of something new is forming. It may be an emotion.

"Hello?"

The noise is slow. It is a 'greeting,' the something teaches you.

"...Must be doing something right."

The noise is small. It is not directed at you.

"So you can hear me, then?"

The noise travels upwards, but it is directed at you this time. You do not understand what the intruder is seeking, only that it is.

The intruder waits. When you do not stir, it makes more noise.

"Right. Do you..." The noise halts. "Can you speak? Is that something you can do?"

Speaking is new. Noises with meaning, the something teaches you. Many noises.

You make a new noise.

"That doesn't mean anything. Why don't you try that again?"

Your knowledge is growing. You try that again. You fail.

"... That's what I get for trying to talk to a concept, I suppose. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon."

You make another new noise without reason. The intruder doesn't make any noises back. It resumes weaving moments later, intertwining with you.

You learn of waiting. It comes from the something, growing up and out of it and gifting you a new concept called "time." It doesn't make sense to you.

You fill the "time" with "thoughts" of your missing piece. An emotion fully forms, and it is longing. You seek something to intertwine with.

Between the weaving, you stir, reaching for something that isn't you. The weaving is halted, threads constricting and forcing it into stillness.

"Do you need something?"

The noise sounds strange. Frustration, the something teaches you. The noise rises upwards, too. Noises can have multiple meanings. The intruder wants something. Does it seek what you seek?

You create a noise and attempt to make it rise. You do not know if you succeed.

"I'm sorry. I can't understand you."

The noise loses it's edge and instead gains a new sound. Remorse, the something teaches you.

You try out the new sound. But it is without meaning, so the intruder doesn't respond. The stillness fills you with more longing. You retreat again. The weaving resumes.

The longing is growing. The missing part of you creates a ripple in your self that you learn is hurt. Festering, you learn from nowhere. A wound untreated, the something teaches you.

More "time" passes. You are adept at waiting. The stillness comes easily, but as the waiting continues, so does the longing grow.

The intruder is creating something, you realize, and you learn of creation. You are getting good at learning.

The knowledge of creation makes the missing piece ache further. The longing morphs. A new emotion has formed in its wake, and it is terror.

You cannot be without your missing piece, and attempt to reach for it. You fail. You make a new noise. The weaving stops.

"Huh?" The noise is familiar. Confusion, the something teaches you. "What's wrong?"

It is rising, it is a question. You do not have an answer. You reach out again. You find nothing but the intruder. You make another noise.

"Calm down. You're fine." A stillness. "You are, fine, right?"

You do not know what 'fine' is. You make another noise. You include some of the intruder's words. It does not make a difference.

"Okay. Okay." The intruder makes a noise that doesn't seem to be a word. "Look, I don't know what you want. Worse yet, I still have no clue if you understand me. You're just going to have to be patient. Okay?"

But you are already good at that. You are experiencing terror. You constrict yourself.

"This won't go by any faster if you do that. Please just try to cooperate?"

Concern, the something teaches you. But there is frustration, too. You retreat, but remain taut.

You are waiting. You do not want to be waiting. You are afraid that your missing piece is gone. The "time" thing is beginning to sound frightening. What is the intruder doing?

The terror abates eventually, and your threads relax. As your threads relax, you learn of sight. The intruder has woven something for you. Of you.

You watch the intruder. He is nothing at all. Flat threads, curved and pointed toward a shared goal, layered upon layers. You recall distance. You do not know how vast the distance between the intruder and yourself is.

As you watch, a new emotion takes shape. It is unfamiliarity. He is not you. You do not know what he is.

[tapestryundone]

btw my belief. swap au's chapter 1 would be called the princess and the dragon with of course the p&td equivalent being named the hero and the princess

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im a big fan of when people give the voices clothes or give them an appearance that still mimics the look of them having clothes. that said none of my voice designs have clothes despite my fondness for the concept. this is rooted in the fact that i dont know how to design clothes

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obsessed with voice of the broken and his despondent swag

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anyway i think tpatd is my absolute favorite chapter for a variety of reasons but she actually isnt my favorite princess. the little list in that den img was me trying to come up w a list of my favorite princesses. but i think the cage is actually my favorite princess.... and idk what order theyd be in but the rest of my top five is the den, the tower, the stencil version of tpatd princess, and the fury. though apotheosis comes close and could be swapped with fury

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i think tpatd is meant to in all facets be a representation of chaoter 1 from the princesses pov which is generally obvious yes but theres also the fact that she has two diff tones and she reverts to her old design and i think this in itself is bc its meant to be the reverse of chapter 1. and it makes me lose it. ive talked abt it a bunch w friends that all the chapters added by the pristine cut are meant to better emphasize how the princess is affected by the construct bc before it was easier for ppl to miss just how much the construct has hurt her. and the cage, tpatd, and hea all highlight this. all of them are routes that force the player tosee things from her perspective, and tpatd is the most blatant about it in that it literally forces you into her position. like hea and the cage are both routes that are very emotionally honest with the player where tpatd is less about the princess and quiet connecting emotionally so much as quiet learning about how she sees things very literally and becoming close thru that. bc in order to even get to tpatd quiet must adamantly believe that the princess is a threat (the game implies that quiet doesnt choose to do fucked up things for the sake of it, but rather bc he genuinely thinks he has to- like how, regardless of player intent w leaving her in the basement, she becomes a threat, and bc she becomes how she is percieved, he only leaves her down there if he genuinely is frightened by her), but this goes out the window the second the two are together. up to this pt quiet only sees her as smth dangerous and untrustworthy but being in her mind forces him to understand that he didnt actually Know her, he just had an Idea of her that he was told by someone else. maybe theres something to be said about the fact that she reverts to a very chapter 1 like version of herself after quiet gets stuck in her mind and how, at the end sequence of the game, the heart of the shifting mound also does this. it makes me feel like tpatd princess is meant to allude to the heart of tsm in general. like how the stranger is meant to evoke the idea of tsm, tpatd does the same for the heart

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putting this here too. why not

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SOME STP VOICE DOODLES THE LAST 4 IMAGES ARE A REFERENCE TO THIS

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OOPS! ALL SMITTENS!

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With over 1,200 entries, we've selected our random winners for Draw the Princess! Art livestream to celebrate this Saturday, December 21st at 1pm EST. 

Thank you all SO much for spreading your love for Slay the Princess!

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wowwwwww shes awesomesauce? erm this is a bit wacky