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putting my playlist i made for protag here since i realized i haven't yet! songs are intended to be played in order, but that's just my preference

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you just can't mysteriously disappear for a significant length of time only to eventually turn up years later staggering down a highway covered in blood and dirt and muttering to yourself incoherently without ever actually explaining what happened to you during that time you went missing anymore

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massive shout out to environmental storytelling and esoteric lore in video games. if I don’t look like this while playing a game then what is even the point

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Ada Limón, from "The Origin Revisited"

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I closed the logbook. What was the purpose of the artefact our prisoner had?

I looked over at it. It evades any logical explanation at first glance. One could almost say it was ordinary, though the twisted feeling it gave you said otherwise. What is this used for? Why did he struggle when we took this from him? It must have been important to him if he fought to keep it.

White seared my vision the moment I had touched it.

What is this? What could this be used for?

I needed to talk with him. I need to understand why.

Stumbling out of my quarters, I went belowdecks, just barely acknowledging my crew. I knew they all have questions, surely about the Helena's sinking, and about the prisoner we captured.

The prisoner faced me when I stepped off the ladder.

"About time I met with someone," he said.

"You knew I would come to you?"

"Just thought someone would come asking questions. The artefact does start warping your mind."

I didn't have a response to that. The artefact's effects must have shown on my face, or that he knew from experience with it.

The man stood and reached through the bars at me.

"You will understand better than I can. The most I know is that it's extremely valuable, but I don't know who it's valuable for."

"Did- Were you sent to retrieve it?"

"Yes. I shouldn't have, but you know how it is when the money gets tight."

"All too well, I'm afraid."

There were a few stiff moments of silence between us.

"Who hired you to get the artefact?" I asked. "Who told you about it?"

"Don't remember exactly who sent the letter," he said, "but they were an associate of a Mr. de Montfaucon."

That was certainly a lead. Maybe he will give us answers about what exactly this artefact is.

I turned back toward the ladder. "That's all I have for now."

The prisoner sighed. "I hope it won't get too late for you."

"When is too late?"

"When you start hearing the whispers. They come quick, they did for me."

"I'll keep note of it."

What voices did he hear? What voices is he hearing? I hope I don't reach that point. I won't let myself.

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Yo, are you on the TR Wiki Discord? We’re looking for you.

All I've heard was that there was one, but I would love to join it!

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i have been staring at this for a good 30 minutes this is amazing. thank you so much for drawing him!!

Rigby is underrated

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Rigby is underrated

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sex is dumb. go in the maze

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“what if the house was haunted” what if the house WASNT haunted. what if your continual presence there is what corrupts. what if you are what haunts this house

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doom yourself before the narrative does

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i love you spatial horror i love you fucked up houses i love you neverending corridors i love you doors that lead nowhere i love you something evil under the floorboards i love you architecture that doesnt make sense

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me: I’m a homebody i like to stay at home

the home: 

muddles my perception of time

Changes in both size and distance

lulls me into sense of safety and twist it into an oppressive paranoia inducing hellouse-scape

compels me to forget my own autonomous existence 

waters down the outside and/ or exaggerate it to mythical extent 

shrinks front door perron when i ascend, jarringly draws it out when i descend.

all its windows views are other walls of itself

the backyard fence looms in every horizon

bitter to abandonment of what belongs under its roof, including me when i go out to buy some good ol orange fanta

 doesn’t look for me under its roof, it always knows where I’m.

when it sleeps doors never open, i don’t know it’s sleeping schedule

whatever happens silently around the corners is real, my apprehension is valid and understandable, and indeed i should panic. 

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character who is sun-coded but not in the traditional ray-of-sunshine way. character who is sun-coded in the sense that they burn hot and bright and powerful, that they're a raging fury of fire and passion, and that maybe, just maybe, they are destroying themselves as they do so.

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If you play The Room and didn’t cry over A.S, who were you?

I’m too scared to give y’all context to the third image because he’s on my Tomodachi Life island and married someone and it’s now a crackship with me and some pals.