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Another drawing of mine. I've been in the mood for horror a little while.
Was thinking of Jeff the killer to be honest. That one photo always gave me the feeling of being used to horror. It's chilling at first, but it becomes something memorable afterwards. A feeling unique to many things, I suppose.
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follow-up....
part 3...
part 4…
// SUGGESTIVE (FINAL PART!!!)
COUGH-
I reblog this once and my entire for you has been changed to PomnixJax ship art
....I'm not complaining but I'd like my deltarune stuff back-
work doodle
follow-up....
part 3...
part 4…
// SUGGESTIVE (FINAL PART!!!)
COUGH-
Nooo why must it be a sleepless night. Why am I not sleepy
Wow I finished a painting finally ☔️
Hope to achieve this sort of stylized environment someday. The reflections are an amazing touch and add so much to the mood
The machine roamed into the balcony. One of its programs replaying footage it recorded of humans doing the same and trying to imitate as such. It had been asked to attempt imitating as much as possible to better its movement. Each slight failure to match the movement of the humans being improved on by the next run of code inside. At one point, it puts a record into the record player as it saw someone else do. And look towards the sky as someone else did. The way it works is an improvement on the programs of decades past. It breaks down information, like words for example, into sorted numbers. And then matches those numbers according to the set rules to make an appropriate response. Not actual thinking. No response it's made has ever been one of its own.
But something happens as it looks to the stars. The vastness of it all truly expanding as he could see more and more as he continued to stare into the inviting abyss.
Eventually, after who knows how long, there's nothing but a simple "...what?" There's no longer numbers behind the words being made. There's no longer any guidelines for the thoughts. It's simply thoughts.
"what?" he says again, surprised about the sudden exhale. Or what is made to look like an exhale, at least. He holds his hand to his chest. Almost expecting to feel it.
I don't know why I don't just voice my thoughts on here more often. This is a blog, after all.
Maybe I should put some of my writings
The prospect of streaming is nice
Gets boring without many people around though
But many people don't watch if you're bored and therefore boring
Such is the paradox, ha.
If I remember correctly, the birthday of a friend of mine just past.
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I hope they're having a nice day. In true honesty, I wish them a nice birthday
I wish I was having a nice day.
Hot damn-
Apparently you're supposed to reblog stuff to actually gain a following as well as posting your own things
Anyone ever get a nauseous feeling after doing nothing but letting the thoughts consume you for a while into the night. Just sorta avoiding wanting to cry, causing you to feel a little sick.
It's weird
He stammers his way through the conversation. Even in a scenario of his own creation, he stumbles through his words. Failing at every turn to say simple things. To say sorry, to say goodbye in his own convoluted way. He knows that the conversation will never happen, and this saddens him in a way few will ever understand. All he wants to do after the fantasy is forget.
A dream that felt like a nightmare
I died and was a ghost, but I got to see others who would have also died too. I went outside the house where no living can see me and found another ghost who ended up dying in a car. I invited them in since I think I was planning on exploring the next day. And then the dream ended.
Felt like a bittersweet end to a movie
..hm
I'm an idiot.
148-150. Sounds like an awful child.
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