just figured out what CyberLife Tower was actually modeled after and now i need to rewrite half of my fanfics because i assumed it was a phallus. hbu? how are y’all doing?

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just figured out what CyberLife Tower was actually modeled after and now i need to rewrite half of my fanfics because i assumed it was a phallus. hbu? how are y’all doing?
y’all, i’m burnt out. work’s been taking the piss out of me lately and i’d like to decompress by writing. please feel free to send me one-shot prompts. Detroit and TADC are my mains, but i’ll take anything.
There both exists and doesn’t exist a space on the cusp of the corporeal. It is an impossibly physical realm; a folly of endless hallways that seem terribly familiar.
It’s where lost things go. Your missing socks. Your glasses from the third grade. The signage from the end of your childhood cul-de-sac. The bits and bobs you never threw away, the fleeting minutia you’d swear had always been, but disappeared regardless.
If you’re unlucky enough to no-clip out of reality, you may end up there too. In the Backrooms.
A lost thing.
You’ll grow used to the quiet and the solitude. That’s to be expected.
But should you hear something—footsteps, the vague cacophony of laughter, speech too echoed and garbled to decipher—
Your best bet is to hide.
There is no way to be sure that the source of that sound is human. And whatever it is…it’s certainly heard you.
This Can’t Be How The Story Ends
What if the parable was an attempt to revitalize a lost life? A love letter tainted by grief? An attempt to write the only happy ending he can give at this point?
Based on the post below I wanted to create a full work with angst because the idea of The Narrator creating the parable so he doesn’t have to let go of Stanley/try to bring him back and stay with him forever but having the parable tainted by his grief is such a crunchy idea to me.
A goth and her ghost boyyy
Close ups! <3
So no one else has to look this up. She’s the creative director of Warframe.
“never kill yourself” is such a funny phrase to me that i think it’s accidently started working. its like an affrimation. say ‘never kill yourself’ enough times as a joke and maybe you won’t try to kill yourself over minor inconviences anymore
i made this image for the express purpose of this
Grace, you can't say that!
hold tf up.
Pomni manifests the exit door because she wants to leave (initially).
Kinger manifests the healing butterfly because he wants to protect Ragatha.
Gangle manifests her sketching tools because she wants to be an artist, but is habitually interrupted (by the Circus, or her wage-slave job irl).
Zooble manifests the “manic” mask for Gangle, because they want her to be happy and confident in herself.
Jax manifests keys, because he wants to be able to check up on everyone without them knowing, and deflects by using them for mischief.
Kinger is the only one actually aware that they’re able to do this until the last couple of episodes. they’ve been coding things into the game all along without even realizing it.
i know i rambled on here but it’s important to me that y’all understand what abstraction actually is, bc i’ve seen a lot of people bashing the finale for a “lack of resolution” toward the previously abstracted characters and it was actually pretty cut-and-dry. bittersweet, sure, but it really wasn’t left unanswered
currently obsessed with the idea of Hank and Connor showing up to the department’s annual Halloween party dressed as Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy
If someone ever tells you a certain song is important to them you should turn it up and lay on your bed and close your eyes and really listen to it even if its 10 minutes long because at the end you will know that person much better I think
My love for this post is unbelievable.
“i’m just starting to wonder if the Wild West was even a real direction at all”
just now realizing the reason Mildenhall Manor got so out-of-pocket and scary is because Caine handed over his hat and cane to Bubble—the reins, so to speak—so he could focus on his therapy session lmaooo
today’s adventure: AVOID THE SPOILERS!
spoilers are things that innately ruin an experience, borne of someone rude enough to toss them at you. it’s your job to avoid them all!
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good luck, team!
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“no one will ever believe you 😈✌️”