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hyperfixated on something new every few weeks wellreadredreed on disc <3

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devious duo

no, I've not seen current uu (i'm at the farlands) but i know of the horrors... devious duo NOT YOU TOO </3

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art

drew my drself yippee! yes this is unstable universe related, i love uu sm and it's what i got into after decayed ended. sorry if tumblr diminished the quality 💔

if you can guess the pose i'll be very proud (hint, it's from an anime! i don't like the anime it's from but i love the pose)

hi if you're my irl ignore this pretend it's an oc love you

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my yap about decayed.

that was the real final decayed-related stream on schpood's end, and i am listening to dog days are over and ain't no mountain high enough i actually just. i love this series. i know i've said all this before but i just DON'T care. my question was actually the last one on the stream and that made me so happy (do you know how much we love decayed bc you should and we really appreciate everything that went into it) LIKE. that's my home guys.

decayed came into my life on a random day when i saw a tt video on the casting, and i got fixated before the first stream even came out. i marked the first day it would start on my calendar, and when it did, i immediately sat down to watch it. i remember this so clearly. i started with saps because he was one of the only ones who had streaming on youtube, and i stuck with him until maybe session 2? then, i'll be honest i got a bit bored... and since i had watched 2.5 and heard things about schpood's pov, i said hey, why not? so i started schpood's pov and from then on it was genuinely the only one i could watch. it was absolutely amazing and i ended up getting twitch because of it, and then i joined the discord server and met amazing people (who bully me). i waited until the next stream, and then i watched it live from then on. i would doodle decayed characters on my notes in class (including on my aice exams!!) and on the whiteboard at where i volunteer, and i'd tell all my friends about it. any single one of them knows about decayed, to the point my friend who doesn't know anything about minecraft makes jokes about schpood and spidey, etc. the point is, this is my worst year of school, and decayed was the one thing i could count on every weekend. i could talk to a bunch of other people on the stream who cared about what was happening in decayed and it actually made me feel listened to, and it would give me a break from the onslaught of homework and studying. it's something i did and will always hold close to my heart because as silly as it is, being a minecraft series, it was there when i needed it. it got me more confidence to draw again, something i love doing, and write more, which i also love doing. i will miss decayed so much, but i will never forget it. thank you, truly.

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headshot duo's decayed finale was genuinely so gorgeous. one of my favorite pieces of minecraft media by FAR and that ending cinematic made me run around my room in such joy it had like some comedy with the realization of the bomb going off soon, the wholesomeness of daughter and father reuniting, and some unsurity of what would come next with jonathan being infected and all that. I like to think he's maybe immune and can throw himself in front of zombies to save spidey now. they got the happy ending they oh so deserved and I'm so glad it played out the way it did. AND THE WAY JONATHAN STILL KEPT LYING TO PROTECT HER as he always would, and spidey keeping her own secret. i wanna write a thousand love letters about this damn show. phenomenal event staff and cast, i love and appreciate everyone who worked on decayed you're all so amazing <3

it will be dearly missed.

DaD!WIFIES DESERVED TO DIE THAT WAS SUCH AN AMAZING PART I SCREAMED LIFE IS GOOD LIFE IS WORTH LIVING

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drawing practice with odyssey duo

can't be bothered to add more detail rn, this is as good as it's getting for a while

he's normal dw guys!

one drawing idea down, eleven to go... six of them are wifies related... it's so schpover

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the REAL session 9 ending

so glad nothing bad happened guys

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wiiiiifies!

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stupid decayed drawings of the day

no one can stop me from making these

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if decayed sesh 7 went differently

this one was very quick and is messy but it's just a concept drawing, if wifies had perchance killed spidey and jonathan buried her near 4c...

who's excited for session 8!!

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decayed and decrepit wifies

idk why this took so long but i'm actually pretty happy with it, i'm so excited for the next session but so stressed

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spoke art

uhh uu!spokeishere art or something....

inspo from moroz1099 's design!

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spoilers for schpood's pov of decayed and decrepit’s session 6!

tw: cursing, depictions of death, suicide

if chuck wasn't there for jonathan.

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the rain spattered in clear drops onto his face, onto his unbandaged flesh. the wind was blowing so strongly he wondered if it would swipe him off the edge of the building before he even had the chance to jump of his own volition.

he swayed in the harsh breeze, turning over his clamoring thoughts.

he was aware there was no cure. it was merely trading lives, of which they were going to be infected either way. they were all just shooting, stabbing, axing each other. woogie? dead. mike? dead. zora was next, and then god knows who after that.

god. of course he knew, why wouldn't he? the false idol he’d wasted years of his early life praying to, hoping that the holy figure would be benevolent enough to offer a helping hand. he was truly too naive back then—and what did it get him, really? nothing except broken faith. over, and over, and over, and over. god has done nothing. that fraud deserved no respect, deserved no title, deserved no dedication, deserved no fucking anything.

his nails bit into his palm and his teeth bit into his cheek and the wind bit into his skin.

his gaze fell, as soon his body would follow, to the streets below.

he distantly realized, amidst the chaos in his mind, that spidey might find his crumpled corpse lying in a pool of blood and tissue and have no name to put to his grave. even they had learned 4c’s real name after his death, but his own would be lost to time. he had not done enough in his lifetime to warrant a name.

he missed spidey, he did. he usually wouldn't admit that to himself, but he was quite literally on the cusp of death, so he allowed himself some concluding thoughts. it would be better for her to think he abandoned her and went off on his own than to know the simple truth of his cowardice. he just wished his earlier consideration didn't come true, that she didn't find his shattered form when he was done here.

the storm continued pelting around him, and he went forward another pace, closer to the bleak nothingness. the heights almost made him dizzy, and it was the first time in a long while that he was frightened by them again.

he swallowed hard and realized then that he was trembling. he was glad he didn't make that promise to agustus, he wouldn't be able to keep it anyway.

“it was nice while it lasted,” he muttered, his throat constricting.

for his final words, to the one who did deserve a dedication, he whispered to the wind and rain a soft “goodbye, spidey.”

at least he would see her in a moment. seven minutes of memories and all that.

he took his last step, breathed his last breath, and plummeted.

he looked to the pouring sky and knew he was going to hell—if such a place existed.

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im genuinely homosexual

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rv there yet core

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"my name isn't jonathan"

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WHICH ONE OF YOU LIED TO ME.

I WENT ON TT FOR TWO SECONDS TO SEE ONE OF THE VIDEOS FROM LAST WEEKS SESSION CUZ I JUST FINISHED SCHPOOD'S VIDEO AFTER BE FINALLY POSTED IT, AND SOMEONE COMMENTED AN HOUR AGO "a bullet to save a friend, a bullet to kill a friend." SHUT UP DON'T SAY THIS TO ME I'm gonna sob. is he gone. don't answer that. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME

also hear me out for the other side of paradise as a dnd animation, take a slice for schpood, oh no by marina for spidey (it makes sense in my head.) and porque te vas for 4c. someone make animations and I'll kiss you. also welcome to paradise for everyone. like there's so many perfect songs I just don't have the time to draw them but I gotta finish my spidey drawing soon

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sometimes i love doodling bc why are spidey, schpood, 4c, saps, and ish on my marine notes in class discussing frame quadrats

anyway i need to learn how to animate bc there's a certain trio i wanna do an animation of... and more character studies

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that day he woke up, it changed everything.

and that was something he could say had happened at least twice in his life. first, when he was eight. the day the world ended. the second? just a few days ago. god, what had he gotten himself into?

he muttered to himself as he walked through the crowded church, slipping between who he came to know as spidey and that blue fellow with amnesia. he pushed past a series of thick banners to get to his room, double checking reinforcements and taking a moment to breathe from the amount of people in the city lately, who somehow always seemed to find him. can't a man have a moment of peace in this place?

he went through his food stock, checked his bandages—oh. one had come slightly unwrapped. he proceeded to fuss over it for another minute, sitting back on his table. it was difficult without a dedicated mirror, but he'd grown used to it, as he had with a lot of things in this place. he winced slightly as he tied it too tight, drawing in a sharp breath. to make matters worse, he could hear the others passing around the name “jonathan” in the main room. he hated that nickname, hated how they decided to make it stick. there's no way they actually thought it fit him. he distantly wondered what they were saying about him, though.

he had no idea what to do from now on, and that was strange to him. for the past five decades, he was on his own, but that meant he only had his schedule to work around, and his time was no one else's. he could navigate that, that was familiar. it was safe. sure, he was a little lonely at first, or… really lonely, but no matter. he could take care of himself, didn't have to worry about others. but now? he was outside of his comfort zone. he wasn't ready to deal with people again, but they quite literally came knocking at his door.

he wanted them to leave.

a small part of him, though, wanted them to stay. to make this church truly feel like a home, to maybe allow him to put some trust in others again and share the burden of surviving in this city. paradise city… what a joke. it was hell on earth.

he knew any sort of friendship wouldn't last, so he crushed the glimmers of hope the moment those foolish thoughts passed through his mind.

he has to keep his guard up. it's the only way he'll continue to survive.

his hand brushed over the cover of his journal in his bag, gathering his resolve as he went out to see the others again and discuss future steps.