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"Willing and Able" - Noah Kahan

"They all say you're a light, all I see is a shadow" - Noah Kahan (I love his new album guys if you can't tell)

Gosh I will forever wish that LBP3 was given more time to expand their characters and their story, especially Newtons. I personally feel like the version of himself that he becomes when possessed by the titans represents a part of himself he doesn't allow himself to understand, or maybe even all the parts of himself he wants to believe don't exist (all the bad parts essentially).

The idea of him learning to see these parts of himself and take the time to learn to accept them and love them just sounds so beautiful to me.

I will continue to over-analyze this silly lightbulb and the evil version of him because I feel like this is such a deep character and will forever mourn all that we didn't get to see of him because of the time crunch LBP3 was put under ☹️

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All the other 5 Newton Pud fans I hope yall see this and don't hesitate to yap to me about this guy in my comments/dms PLEASE

jrny2thnrth

Some Buddy Sim fanart to start this blog off.

nsjunk

The finished product of that wip I was doing.

(got lazy w/ the shading, but whatever.)

nsjunk

WIP Ig (I rlly don't know what else to put here)

today was fucking wild.

the seesaws were a mistake

#tomodachi life #tomadachi life living the dream #tlltd #iykyk

hey saba nation how we feelin about her

#WOMANS.#tomadachi life #sackboy a big adventure #saba naomi #sackboy a big adventure naomi #saba

funkykritter

uh idk how to draw background stuff anyways the cats are fighting

cutestknife

SABA NATION ARE WE OKAY TONIGHT???

hehehehhehehe i got crush 40 tickets im so calm about it

#im so tired but these are so worth waking up before 9am for #i get to go heal my past self now. like actually. i fear i will be chemically altered by this show.

gecktarina

The game of my childhood lolz

foopsie-daisy

GANG AM I HALLUCINATING OR IS THAT THE OUTLINE OF A RING UNDER HIS GLOVE

(from the gif on the bottom of the product page)

smolmight97

I would like to add on, THATS A DIGITAL RENDER.

That can’t be a physical error because ITS A DIGITAL MODEL.

#FERAL ABOUT THIS

GO, MY SILLY WRITINGS!!!!!!!

things vaguely took a bit of a weird route...

excuse my terrible writer skills hehe this is how spams deal w friend/gaster/whoever-the-fuck-it-is in terms of hcs and fic lore goes down :)

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"No, thank you. I don't want to sell my soul."

"What if I told you, I could erase your biggest regret?"

".... What?" His eyes widen at this proposition. There's no way... "D-do you mean-"

"That little accident with your magic. I can make it all go away." The voice drawled in a purr through the line, still unnervingly clear. "Think of it as... A downpayment on your services. I help you, give you your dreams, and all you have to do is follow the rules."

God it was tempting. His thoughts stretched out ahead, miles and miles of screaming DON'T DO IT DON'T DO IT DO NOT overshadowed by the promise of a better life, the promise of that stupid ugly mistake ruining everything simply being removed. This seemed too good to be true, but...

What choice do I have?

"Alright. I accept."

He felt a pang of hesitation, practically feeling the sinister grin on the other side.

"Pleasure doing business with you, White."

"Spamton. Just.. Spamton."

"Very well. One final thing, before we proceed."

A pause.

"Would you like to forget your sin?"

That's... a tricky one. If the guilt is gone, what's there to stop it from happening again? All it would take is... One outburst, one second of weakness. If he was to forget what he'd done, would he still tread with the same caution?

That guilt, however, had been gnawing at him ever since. Did he really want to keep living with it? Could he keep living with it, this weight on his shoulders, the grief he would never be able to share?

Though, it wasn't as though he could before, was it? He wasn't an Addison anymore, just an outcast weirdo with a dark smear on any credibility he'd ever have attained alone. The only friend he'd ever had amongst his own, lost to the depths of the city, buried well below the junk code, frozen in time.

"Yes."

Coward. You fucking coward.

"Understood."

The line went dead.