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@cwwrites
CW: Listen Alter, you’re the most bearable out of the Stab-three. But not by much. Stabby seems to think you’re just using me, but that’s absurd. We barely spoke.
☀Do they now?
☀ How annoying. I’ll have to talk to them.
That’s great an all, but you didn’t answer the question?
☀Probably because you didn’t ask one???
Whoops...silly me. 😓
They’re wrong...right? You’re not using me...that doesn’t make sense.
CW: Listen Alter, you’re the most bearable out of the Stab-three. But not by much. Stabby seems to think you’re just using me, but that’s absurd. We barely spoke.
☀Do they now?
☀ How annoying. I’ll have to talk to them.
That’s great an all, but you didn’t answer the question?
I pulled an all-nighter to do this
Video: x
I still see Scarf doing this 😂
made w @cryptidsp00n !!
since inktober is coming around, me and scribs tried to make a prompt list for it! be as creative and free as you want with it, choose from the 2 prompts or even combine them if you want !!! have fun this inktober my dudes!!
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Pastel CW! :D
:D
This is what CW would wear to convince people she's more grown up than she actually is.
Or CW in the cute palette!
iT LOOKS LIKE SHE SURVIVED A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND STILL LOOKED PRETTY
Finally, my LOVE is not only helpful, but desired.
But first, I must freshen up. Can't go killing zombs without looking my best, can I!?
XD
We’ve bought a new house. And our new next door neighbours (two delightful gentlemen) will not stop being nice.
- bought us a seagull proof refuse bag (yes, they are actual things)
- loaned us garden tools when we didn’t have any
- invited us around for Friday night drinks so we could meet the other people on the lane
- one of them brought me a bunch of sweetpea flowers that he’d picked from his garden
- and tomorrow he’s coming to cut our hedge for us with his electric hedge trimmer thing idk, and all I have to do is hold the ladder.
Basically, I am UNSETTLED and am now having to enter into an arms race of niceness and I am already so behind oh god.
Long story short - I just baked a lemon drizzle cake, and it looks great but I can’t even eat it because MR AND MR NICE MUST RECEIVE AN OFFERING.
ABSOLUTE CRISIS I GAVE THEM THE LEMON DRIZZLE AND THEN THEY INVITED ME IN TO HAVE A SLICE AND A COFFEE WITH THEM AND GAVE ME A TOUR OF THEIR HOUSE AND LET ME HOLD THEIR PUPPY. AND THEN THEY CAME AROUND TO HELP ME BAG UP THE HEDGE CLIPPINGS. THESE MEN ARE NICENESS PROS AND I CANNOT WIN.
HELP WE HAD AN HOUR LONG POWER CUT ON THE STREET AND IN THAT TIME THE OTHER MR NICE CAME AROUND WITH MATCHES AND CANDLES ‘JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN’T HAVE ANY’. IT WAS BARELY DARK.
BASTARDS - I’M GOING TO HAVE TO HOST A DINNER PARTY AREN’T I?
The Gay Agenda, everyone.
this is fucking i n c r e d i b l e
Imagine your otps
Just so everyone knows -
Mr and Mr Nice moved out around Christmas time 2016. (Further proof that 2016 was a cursed year)
We are still in touch and have been to visit them in their new house. They moved to gain some land, they have sheep aspirations for some reason. I love them.
We have new neighbours. I am currently engaged in a slow burn of niceness, which you can bet that I am going to crank up to the max when we move down permanently in June.
I WILL BE THE NICE ONE THIS TIME. PRE-EMPTIVE STRIKE. NO MERCY.
I feel like this might be how the cycle started in the first place
Someone who has been emotionally abused will:
• Constantly apologize • Hide their feelings in fear of upsetting you • Break down during small disagreements thinking it will explode • Need a lot of reassurance Please be patient, we are trying.
Or they may be
•irrationally defensive
•shut down in mid conversation when you thought everything was going well
•become aloof and distant
We all react differently and cope in our own way.
You never know what someone has been through, be patient with each other.
jerriwrites replied to your post “Actually, putting it behind a paywall makes sense; you’ll likely…”
I actually wrote a paper on this. Things like age walls don’t work because kids can easily subtract twenty-one from the current year. Paywalls adds personal investment into the mix. Both barriers act as legal defenses for the website owners (removing liability for the users actions by having them agree to terms at the time of the transaction), but I’d argue paywalls add enough personal stake from the users to give them pause before taking action.
true
Heck, if I understand Patreon properly, you can even set up different tiers to make it clear that after a set dollar value you are purchasing access to NSFW materials, thus giving those kids a chance to support some of your more appropriate work.
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I'm leaving this here just in case ANYONE needs it
Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696 Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433 Eating Disorder Hotline: 1-847-831-3438 Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386 Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743
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Untitled Project Commelina Summarized
Do you know what it’s like to be in absolute control of your life? I don’t mean accomplishing your goals or having everything work out in your favor, I mean absolute control. Knowing when people would come to me, heck knowing what exactly what they would say. Knowing exactly how to solve their problems and having the power to solve them or let them fail. To start a chain reaction to save everyone or destroy them. Absolute. Control.
I had that. Had.
Let me tell you, that kind of influence was intoxicating. Everyone, whether they knew it or not, was under my thumb. They kept repeating the same mistakes and I kept deciding their fates.
How was that possible, you may ask? Sure, I know this sounds crazy, but I had the ability to control time. I gained it once I fell down Mt. Ebott, the location of the legendary Underground and its magical monsters.
Even now, I don’t know fully how I was able to manipulate time. One minute I could be in very serious danger, and the next I standing alone a few steps from the spot I would be ambushed. I couldn’t chose a specific point in time, usually I would go back in time right before a significant event. But the power to control time…helped me.
Using it, I made it farther through the Underground than any child had any right to. I made friends, and as I learned how to go back, I found ways to make them like me. All I had to do was make them happy, and they would be my friends! There was no downsides to my talent!
But one day, there was. Maybe I was bored, after all things did turn dull once I made all my friends happy and content, but I just went…back.
Back before everyone was happy. Back before I even had friends. Back to the very opening I fell down from.
So, I decided to retrace all my steps. Made my friends back, helped them with their problems, did my best to make the Underground the happiest it could be. Then it happened again. And again. And again. A part of me told me the time traveling was fine. Sure it was a little inconvenient, having to relive the same span of time over and over and over again, but it wasn’t really hurting anyone.
Until that changed too.
I don’t know what came over me. Mom, at least the goat that will eventually become my Mom, told me to practice talking out my problems with a dummy. I remember thinking, why did it matter? This object didn’t have feelings, it couldn’t be hurt, so I punched it. I made my future mother disappointed that day, but that was fine. I could just go back.
Then it hit me. I could do that for literally everything. In the Underground, I had the final say. So I hurt monsters. I killed my friends. I murdered everyone. And then I went back.
You see, that was my real power. It wasn’t the Underground, it was the Playground. I was given the gift to toy with these souls, and all the while, I didn’t realize I was a part of the toy box.
The truth was, I wasn’t the one in charge. There was someone always with me through me escapades, someone that I didn’t notice at first. They told me what to do. They told me what to say. In the Underground, they had the final say. After a while, they revealed themselves to me. According to them, they’ve been called many things. Charlotte. Demon. Chara.
One thing was clear: they used me. I was nothing a pawn for their enjoyment. I would be pissed if I wasn’t so disgusted at myself for doing the same thing.
I don’t think Chara anticipated my resistance. After I found out they existed we argued and fought for control. Through them, I found out a lot of interesting things. Mom used to be their Mom, and Asgore used to be their Dad. They used to have a younger brother named Asriel.
That, plus information I had learned from countless visits to Alphys and her lab, put some pieces in place for me. Chara killed themselves in ordered to try do something relatedly decent; they wanted to free the Underground. Asriel didn’t like the plan, but Chara just used him like they were using me now. Asriel resisted, just like I was now, and ultimately died in the process. And if Chara was still around…that had to mean that Asriel was too.
I didn’t have any concrete evidence, but I was able to convince Chara to at least work with me to try to find him. We discovered that his soul was transferred in a small golden flower known as Flowey. I should have known. That Flower always knew more than what he was letting on. Once we were able to get to Asriel, we were able to shatter the barrier that trapped the monsters in Mt. Ebott.
I think this time, I truly did make everyone happy. Chara and Asriel finally found piece in knowing their sacrifices helped free the Underground. My friends and I were able to escape. Plus, they were even happier than ever before!
But happily ever after wasn’t everything I thought it would be. I needed something else. Perhaps if I went back in time and reset everything? Surely that wouldn’t fix a thing. Chara would come back, and who knew if I could fight of their influences again? Besides, even if I got back, and fixed everything again, I’d just end up going back again. That wouldn’t solve my problem.
No, what I wanted wasn’t everyone’s happiness. I wanted what Chara had. I wanted what they had done to me.
I wanted to play God.
@sayhellochara I'm not sure why, but I liked the idea of a summarization of the storyline, so I was inspired to write up this rough draft. Kind of like a prelude to all the drama. :D
*plays widow next game*
@asktinychara @dokudoki
*plays widow next game*
@dokudoki
@dokudoki this is, without a doubt, my favorite piece of dialogue that has ever come out of my role playing sessions!
Chara Haven Plot-Hole Fixes
Now that I had some time to think I can say with certainly that I love the “Chara Haven exists inside NC’s mind” idea, mainly because it’s the ultimate plot-hole fix! The café and parlor are always carry full stock of food and tea, because NC can just will those items there. Areas can disappear (secret garden), be added (eventually, there are suggestions right now) or magically gets fixed (the blown up café) without anyone batting an eye, because NC’s mind creates the Haven’s scenery as they see fit. Anyone can find anything they need because NC’s mind is trying to make the Haven as peaceful as possible, therefore they create the items needed to dampen unrest (NC recently found a warmer for Mini despite not knowing what it was). Since NC’s mind controls the rules of the Haven, they can force others to follow the rules (weapons magically disappear) while easily breaking the rules themselves. It’s been stated that NC breaks the rules, so it can be possible they literally think the rules don’t apply to them which allows them to do so. This is also terrifying, because if NC ever figures this out, they could literally control everything in the haven. Restricting food or water, removing housing, creating rules like restricting exit portals to keep their friends with them forever, it’s all possible, and I love it! @sayhellochara @popikat
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