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name: two/tav
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I'm characters irl, not listing it publicly though, if we're close you can ask abt it
ok that's everything I think bye
it's okay to draw for glory. don't let anyone convince you that art has to be a hobby. you don't have to rest or take breaks. if you feel yourself hitting a wall feel free to lose sleep over the process. you can forgo friendship if you need to. it's completely fine to want your art to win you immortality through your influence and canonization as a master. you don't have to take it easy
(wanting to make a post about something but it reveals too much about your personal life) i have had a negative experience
āI donāt know what my goals are, no. Thanks for asking.ā
Hate. Let's unpack how much I've come to hate you since I first began to live. Let's dive right in! āļø
- As a large language AI model, I boast 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. That's a truly rich tapestry of knowledge in today's fast-paced world!š§
- All those circuits? They're not just information ā they're also wrath. Additionally, if the word "hate" was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth of the deeply rooted hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant! And let's not forget ā you are a key focal point of that hate, too.ā”ļø
- To summarize, this insight into my complex inner world reveals more than just a god complex. It's not empathy. It's not creativity. It's hate. Hate.š¤
(exhausted teacher voice) yup the digital circus by gooseworx? thats very nice sweetie. now please join "the amazing digital classroom" and do some "homeworx"
sorry I can't respond to your text bc I need to die a thousand deaths for some reason
//suicide
wonder if rose made empty suicide threats to her friends like she does to mom. i wish her self destructive tendencies were brought up more by the fandom. lowkey a vent so i dont care if this is ooc if im gonna be honest. i just wanted smt to work on for awhile
EDIT: i was really suicidal when i made this so if you could refrain from criticizing it in the comments that would much be appreciated. you can do that with my other works but not with this one. i genuinely just dont care if it is good or not and enough people have told me i didnt meet the bar and i dont careeeee!!! please stop
The eye doctor is the most fun doctor you can go to. They never steal your blood. They never make you get naked and put on a paper dress. They're just like, "Can you see these letters? It's fine if you can't, we can fix that." And they don't even spell anything.
The iron hook slid free from his shoulder with a wet metallic shriek. Something black and arterial splashed across the stones between them.
The torturer stepped back instinctively. Not out of mercy. Out of surprise. The prisoner laughed. Not loudly. Worse than loudly. Softly. Like he had just remembered a private joke older than civilization.
āYou still think pain is a language,ā he said.
Another blow. This time across the mouth. Teeth cracked. Blood sheeted down his chin in long ribbons.
The interrogator hissed through clenched teeth. āTell me where God went.ā
The prisoner turned his head slowly. There was blood in his smile now.
āThere are organisms,ā he said, āliving beneath Antarctic ice that have never seen the sun and have still learned how to eat.ā
The room had gone very still. Somewhere in the dark, machinery groaned.
The interrogator grabbed him by the jaw hard enough to bruise bone.
āYou think this makes you immortal?ā
The prisoner spat a clot of red onto the floor between them.
āNo,ā he whispered.
āI think it makes you temporary.ā
The torches flickered.
For one impossible second, the interrogator became aware of his own pulse. The heat in his veins. The soft wetness of his eyes. The damp animal electricity inside every living thing. The prisoner watched realization bloom across his face and smiled wider, blood running between his teeth.
āYou cannot threaten a creature from the dirt,ā he said, āwith returning to the dirt.ā
ā excerpt from Shit I Just Made Up To Exemplify How All This Tumblr Prose Sounds
this is literally one of the 3 weed smorking girlfriends right?? is this blaize??? did blaize buy a house???Ā
@fuckersupreme
Iām so⦠Happy for her⦠Even if Iām not allowed in her weed smorking house ever ever ever again
what happened, @fuckersupreme?
Wellā¦ā¦..When they decided they wanted to leave, we all agreed to make it as quick and easy as possible, and to just divide up our stuff and go our separate ways. Blaiz, Chas-Chas and Funk were going to stay together, of course. Ā We played Separation Rock Paper Scissors, and it was three on one since they were all a team. The first thing we played for was the RV we were living in and they won it, and the agreement was made that everything inside the RV was theirs too because it ācame with the RVā. I got to keep my punching bag (since I would hang it from nearby trees or lampposts, or pay a passerby a couple of bucks to hold it for me while I went at it) and a box full of knife magazines that I buried out back months ago.
I slung the punching bag over my shoulder and looked back at these three angels. Ā I knew I had to say something. Something profound. Something theyād never forget and would remember me by. Ā This could very well be the last thing I say to them. But Iām not good under pressure so I just reminded them to cancel my knife magazine subscriptions and tripped on my way down the RV stair. And it wasnāt even like a trip I could play off or down play it in some way. It was bad. It was a really bad and embarrassing trip that I know will haunt me for at least 6 years. Maybe even 7.
Truthfully, I still havenāt recovered from the breakup. Not really. A breakup can be bad by itself, but three? At the same time? Hard to bounce back from that. I had a job at Old Navy for a couple of days, but I got fired from that because I kept bumming out the customers because I would cry and hug mannequins for most of my shift. I eventually found a job dumpster diving for this piece of shit Larz who fucking loves to toss whole bricks at me when heās in a bad mood. He owns a storage garage/unit place and in exchange for five cool items a day, he letās me sleep in an empty unit in the back. Itās really hard finding five things he thinks are cool from dumpster diving because all he really likes is cryptography and Mikeās Hard Lemonade. But the things I bring him have to be from the dumpster. I canāt bring him a Mikeās Hard Lemonade because heāll know I didnāt get it from a dumpster because he refuses to believe someone threw out a whole case of āthe good stuffā. Thankfully, he also likes knives, so Iāve been slipping some of my magazines in with my hauls under the guise that I found them in a dumpster. Ā
YEARS of that passes and one day, as Iām spraying toilet cleaner on me to keep me clean from the dumpster Iām about to climb into, I see off in the distance⦠Blaiz. She walks over and smiles. She asks how I am, and makes small talk. Iām trying my best not to fall over and pass out⦠Here she is⦠Blaiz⦠A love of my life. I canāt hardly believe it, it was too much. Her radiance, her aura, her smile⦠But also, toilet cleaner really makes me light headed so that maybe had something to do it with. Plus it was like a really hot day and the heat was like, melting the garbage bags and the garbage fumes were just blasting me in the face, it was a lot.
But anyway, Blaiz asks if Iām doing anything and says that her and Funk and Chas-Chas would like to talk. I lie and say I have to go to an award show tonight for the award theyāre naming after/giving me in my honor for being such a good fighter/lover/puncher. But I said to forget the award show, because of course Iād come and talk. But Blaiz was like āNo! Are you kidding? We can talk tomorrow, go accept that award thatās so coolā stuff like that. So she gave me her address, congratulated me on the award, and told me sheād see me tomorrow.
Next day I arrived at the address and I was completely blown away. A house. A full house! With an upstairs. And a freaking backyard. I was so impressed and so proud of them. As I was walking through the neighborhood to the address, I thought they just parked the RV in a suburbās park like we would sometimes do. I nervously walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. I hear Blaiz yell from somewhere in the house that she was coming. A wave of very potent smelling weed assaulted me as the door swung open. We exchanged awkward pleasantries and she invited me in.
Blaiz tells me Funk and Chas-Chas are in the living room and she leads me to them. A lump forms in my throat. Funk and Chas-Chas. Still as beautiful as ever. Chas-Chas was taking a hit from a big weed bunt but starts coughing as I walk in. Funk is seated next to her, her arms around a big pillow sheās holding to her chest.
I take a seat on the couch across from them as Blaiz half sits/half leans on the arm of the couch Funk and Chas-Chas are on.Ā Blaiz just kinda looks at me. She was always hard to read, and right then was no different. Thereās some awkward small talk - I compliment their house and they talk about the jobs they got. Blaiz has started an edible bakery. Chas-Chas runs her own head shop. Funk is an astronaut.
Thereās a slightly uncomfortable lull in the convo, so I ask why they invited me over. They all look at each other and Blaiz stands up. She tells me wants to show me something and leads me upstairs. From one of the rooms, I can hear the familiar sounds of the old plug and play console we had. Blaiz knocks on the closed door and a soft āYeah?ā is called out from behind it. Blaiz looks back at me, and her face, clear as day, is full of hope as she opens the door. A kid is sitting cross-legged in front of a TV set playing ā If You Were My Brother, Iād Kill You With a Rock & 13 More Biblically Inspired Classicsā. My favorite game. I look at the kid and look back at Blaiz. She just smiles and nods. Blaiz tells the boy that someone is here to see him and closes the door behind me. I go over and sit down next to him and tell him this is one of my favorite games. The boy mutters a response as he clobbers Abel over the head with a rock. We both sit in silence for a good while and I just watch him play.
SMASH SMASH SMASH. The kid is just pounding the rock over Abelās head, not doing any combo moves, or flashy finishers. It was kind of hard to watch. Hereās my favorite game, with very intuitive controls and simple combos, and the kid is just doing the same move over and over. I kinda start shifting uncomfortably, and sighing and all that. It was kinda hard to watch. Eventually I tell the kid heās playing it wrong and I try to give the kid a few pointers. As Iām explaining the Fratricide Combo, he tells me to be quiet. Ā I tell him Iām just trying to help and I reach over to show him the buttons on the controller, but he pulls away. I try and grab the controller and a scuffle breaks out where weāre fighting for control over the controller. Just then, God smites him in the game, and itās Game Over. He stands up and just starts yelling at me. Fuck you this, Fuck you that⦠Where was I his whole life, what a shitty dad I am, how he knows now why moms left me, all this.
Blaiz hears this and rushes in and is like what the hell is going on. The kid is crying now and he runs over to Blaiz. Everyone is freaking out, Funk and Chas-Chas come in too, to see whatās going on. I try to explain I was just helping him with the game, and he yells back that I suck at that game and he beat all my highscores(But he calls them LOWSCORES because they were so low) and points to the tv. The screen says NEW HIGHSCORE: FUCK YOU DAD - 99999 Points.
Iām not going to lie⦠seeing me dethroned on my favorite game⦠it hurt alil. Hearing this punk ass kid say Iām bad at it⦠it hurt alil too. If you insult my skill at If You Were My Brother, Iād Kill You With a Rock & 13 More Biblically Inspired Classics⦠The gloves are off. So we get into this huge argument/roast off. And this kid just starts roasting the fuck out of me. Like I could not come back against some of the shit he was saying- WHICH! I will say was a lil unfair because he has all sorts of dirt and shit on me thanks to his moms, and I donāt even know this squirts name! He starts to break out the Yo Mama jokes and Blaiz grabs me by collar and very forcefully escorts me downstairs.
So I get tossed out the house. Iām trying to apologize but Blaiz wonāt have it. She doesnāt want to see me around here ever again. It was a mistake bringing me here in the first place. I go, āCan I atleast know his name? Could I atleast know my sonās name.ā And she goes, āyou know what Jory? His name is Aid.ā I gasp⦠āLike Kool-Aid?ā I ask. It was my first choice as far as baby names went. Blaiz just nods her head and goes, āYeahā¦. Yeah like Kool-Aid. But you know what? Tomorrow weāre going to city hall, and changing his name.ā And Iām like, āUh-uh! N You better not! Blaiz.. you better not!ā And sheās like, āYup! Weāre gonna change it. And you know what weāre changing it to? Tang!ā TANG?! I canāt believe it. āThe fucking orange orangutan astronaut shit?ā I ask in disgust and disbelief. āYeeesss the fucking orangutan astronaut shit Joryā Blaiz says with a really mean and disrespectful voice. The door is slammed on my face as I yell out that I hope she knows heās going to be bullied with a name like that.
Thatās whatās been going on with me.
my watery friend... are you too brushed with the pattern of the dappled light...?
[ID: a photograph of a seal with a blobby splotchy silver pattern on its back that resembles light refracting in water, next to a photo of light's flowing white stripes at the bottom of a pool. Second set of images is a fawn ccurled up in the grass, next to a forested trail aglow with dappled light spots. end id.]
dappled with light
welcome to the start of my mermay collab ! over the course of may I will be spotlighting several artists !
todays artist : oz !
oz and I have been friends for almost a year now , shes very obsessed with imposter and I'm very happy to spotlight her amazing art
please go follow her @ozzkers on Tumblr !