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I'm Sarky! 🐻 This is my account for art!!

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I post and ramble about my interests and OCs, and occasionally share sketches and doodles here and there.

They/them | Adult | Multifandom enjoyer

Interested in:

-Invincible

-Spooky Month

-Borderlands

-Horror

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For the longest time I thought this was official, but turns out it came from this post on reddit that happens to be a recreation, and it has taken root in my head since.

The fact that Skidad/Lila's husband looks much older in the same picture with Lila as a child only feeds into my belief of him being supernaturally old y'know?

But I had a more sinister thought as to why he seems to de-age or never age more like. I used to think he cares a lot about Skid and Lila so he sacrificed himself or something.

What if instead he has been doing some sketchy ritual over the centuries judging by a very old sepia photo of Skidad (I can't, for the life of me, find that specific photo of Skidad that I'm sure was from the ARG cus where the fuck did people find that to make fanart of it?) and he needs Skid to transfer his soul into his body and maintain himself from ever disappearing?

Even the ARG books talk about bizarre things like vessels of flesh and roots in the ground, six offerings pure of flesh and spirit to reach the divine self, the forest has eyes on tree trunks in the shape of humans, Eyes itself is shaped like a monstrous tree entity...

If Skidad isn't a maniacal loyal follower of Eyes, he might as well be an avatar of it. But that is still a very loose thing to consider.

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Question I'm super curious about :0

Do you have an interpretation of Spooky month's lore as of rn? Or Bob's lore on his own maybe?

I'm super curious if yes but no worries if not!!!

Yes I do!! So uh, looong ass text incoming :'D

The town in general seems to be cursed or under the watch of the Eyes of the Universe, and the Cult has somehow been sustained with whatever weird stuff or sacrifices done in its name. That's what I believe, at least. That's usually what goes on in these scenarios: cults are formed to appease a mighty entity in hopes of being granted a "gift" or some benefit, or getting spared from being consumed by it.

With Bob, I like to believe he was just a regular guy, probably like everyone else involved, but a thing cults like to do is entice the vulnerable with promises of success or community.

My personal headcanon is that Bob was struggling to become a successful butcher; it was his passion, but he was running his whole joint alone. He already had some things going on in his head, but was sane enough to control or repress them.

Then Lila's husband likely approached him, enticed him to join the cult, and then trapped him with the promise of boosting his business. And desperate times call for desperate measures, Bob couldn't pass up the opportunity. That's the scary thing about cults, people don't always realize they're getting hooked to one til it's too late. And Lila was one of the few who got out, but not without consequence.

It keeps being hinted that Lila's husband could have been the leader of the cult, while the Mayor (who is definitely in on it too) is just another pawn for him. I'm sure Lila's husband was probably much older than we know. Some supernatural thing is going on. And Skid was likely intended as an heir. That's why Eyes seems to watch over him.

So Lila escapes, and that's why I'm sure the Cult has been trying to get to her. Bob was too far gone; whatever the Cult or Eyes did to scramble his brain dissolved all his inhibitions, turning him into the gluttonous cannibal killer we know. I saw someone theorize that Bob might be something like the Cult's "hitman," which is why he was pursuing Lila and Skid. "I will follow you until you are dead," he says. He had an agenda and wasn't just random.

Or, if he wasn't a hitman, maybe he saw Lila as a traitor, so he had something personal against her. Either outcome sounds fascinating to me.

I stick with the hitman theory because I have a strong belief that the Cult wanted Bob's body for something, as it is hinted in episode 6, where it seems Mort asks if they "moved the body as the Mayor requested," and the most recent body being Bob's, so to me it seems they need it or are gonna do something with it cus what the fUCK do you mean he had a talisman inside his body that was keeping him from dying?? Sounds like something intended to give eternal life or to make him supernaturally resilient. Either the Cult put it inside him, or the big oaf just ate it, lmao.

And... I think that's what I got so far. That town's cooked lol.

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FILLING IN THE GAPS - CHAPTER 1

OC exploration that was meant to be a short fic I had already finished, but was based on the comics. Then Season 4 came out, and I decided to redo it and add to it.

This takes dialogue directly from the end of Episode 3 and moves on to Episode 4 before Debbie and Nolan's reunion and the Viltrumite War.

Characters: Debbye x Hyde (oc) ft Mark, Oliver, Nolan, Thaedus (No Paul in this universe, sorry)

| Prologue |

Serenity enveloped the Grayson household, with the only sound being the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Long shadows stretched across the floor as the afternoon sun’s warm colors illuminated the room. Debbie sat at the kitchen island with her elbows resting on its soapstone surface, arms wrapped around herself, seeking comfort in the familiar touch of her own skin. Her thumb was tracing the edge of her sleeve, an insignificant gesture that brought her a sense of calm amid the quietude.

“At least Oliver seems okay with it,” Debbie’s voice trailed off. “But I can understand they are as unsure as I am about moving out...”

“It’s a tough decision, I know," Hyde said as he moved around, stacking boxes of various pasta shapes in front of Debbie, who immediately pointed at the lasagna in a quiet, synchronized gesture. “But it’s necessary. For your safety and the safety of your sons.”

Debbie let out a small, discontented sigh. “So you’ve said.”

A heavy stillness fell between them, broken only by the sound of dishes clinking and Hyde’s humming as he shuffled toward the sink. Debbie’s eyes roamed over hanging pictures, some old and some recent, displaying happier memories with her sons and a noticeably absent father. Her gaze then drifted to the polished wooden floors, once marred by ash and debris, and the pale walls, so clean that one wouldn’t know there had been thick bloodstains a while ago. She glanced at the wine glass cabinets next to Hyde, where she kept the vice that had helped her cope since the moment her entire world had turned upside down. 

Time and time again, the GDA had done a decent job of concealing the scars of the past with each reconstruction, creating the illusion of the normal life Debbie now craved more than anything, but was painfully aware that it was way beyond her reach. 

“I spent twenty years of my life in this house,” Debbie continued, her voice tinged with emotion. “I raised Mark here. And Oliver. Despite all that has happened, good or bad, this is our home—”

The loud crash of a plate tore through the silence, making Debbie gasp. 

She looked at Hyde, frozen in place with his tense upper back and water still dripping down his forearms.

“Hyde? What’s wrong—”

A few incomprehensible sounds came out of Hyde’s throat. Turning off the faucet, he wiped his hands on his shirt and paced towards Debbie, taking her by the shoulders and guiding her to the living room.

“Hyde!” Debbie hissed, snapping away from his grasp. “What’s happening?”

Hyde withdrew his arms, blinked quickly, and remained silent, with his upper lip twitching as if searching for the right answer. After a moment, he closed his eyes and let the words spill loosely without any hesitation.

“…It’s Nolan…” 

He exhaled deeply, his voice strained, as if the name itself were an omen that brought disaster at the mere mention.

“…he’s here.”

The ambiance shifted. It was like the air got sucked out of the room.

Debbie didn’t even flinch, her shoulders tensing and her fingers clenching into fists with her nails digging into the skin, which turned red from the friction of her fidgeting. Hyde tried to look her in the eyes, but she was not all there, with her lips parted halfway as she turned around and sauntered her way to the couch with her hand on the edge as if keeping herself from collapsing to her knees.

Hyde acted on instinct, settling down right beside her, with one hand draped around her shoulders, in hopes of making his presence feel safe enough for her.

“Don’t play with me like that.” Her lip trembled.

“No. No, I would never.”

“Where is he?”

Burning anguish coiled within Hyde’s chest. “Outside, right above the backyard.”

Creases formed on Debbie’s forehead. She swallowed hard, but the nausea had already taken hold. That familiar, sickening weight in her stomach as memories vividly dragged her back to months of recovery; one after another, she saw her way out vanishing right before her eyes.

“Why now?”

No one could guess the answer to her question, but Hyde had left out a small detail about what he saw. Nolan hadn’t come alone. Accompanying him was a cyclopean figure with orange skin, likely an Unopan, significantly larger than others of its kind. Hyde imagined it was there to handle important matters. Their visit had serious implications beyond Nolan’s personal concerns. 

Whatever it was, it did not bring him any comfort, and making Debbie aware of it without concrete explanations would simply make things worse for her at the moment. 

Instead, he squeezed her absentmindedly, perhaps a little too tightly, not noticing her resistance. 

“Hyde…” Debbie grunted, prying herself away from his side.

“Sorry.”

Hyde’s hand moved subtly away from her back, awkwardly straightening himself with his arms folded at a more respectable distance.

“So…” he muttered.

“I won’t let him back into my life if that’s what he thinks,” Debbie snapped, a bitter edge crept into her voice. “What if he lets himself inside and then… what? Expect me to receive him with open arms? Pretend a simple ‘sorry’ can fix everything?”

Hyde gave Debbie a sidelong glance, then shook his head.

“He destroyed everything, Hyde. Not just Chicago. Not just those people’s lives.” Her voice wavered but didn’t break. “He destroyed my life. The life I thought I had. The person I thought I knew.”

Finally, her eyes flicked toward him.

“I can’t just… let him back in. I won’t.”

“You don’t have to,” Hyde said quietly. “You’ve got to do what is best for you.”

Debbie studied Hyde for a moment, sensing uncertainty in the way he averted his gaze as if he wasn’t entirely convinced in his own words. 

“What would you do?” she asked. “If it were you?”

That made something in Hyde falter—not outwardly, but just enough to show in the slight shift of his expression, swallowing hard as his mouth went dry as cotton.

“I wish I had a proper answer for that,” he admitted. “I feel for Nolan, but I’ve come to understand it wouldn’t be that simple.”

Hyde’s voice cracked, and he took a second to clear his throat, facing down, struggling to meet Debbie’s unmoving gaze.

“I’ve done things,” he continued. “Things that I can’t undo. Lives that can’t be brought back. No matter how hard I try to make amends, the weight of my past actions still hangs over my head.”

He looked back at her.

“Even now that I’ve dedicated my new life to be better…I don’t know what it means to deserve anything after that.”

“But you’re still trying,” Debbie frowned, her words carrying a bitter reluctance to them.

“Some days, that feels like enough. Other days...” Hyde trailed off.

Time slowed between them as the looming darkness outside seeped through the windows, absorbing their features by the minute until only silhouettes remained, rimmed only by the kitchen lights in the room’s liminality.

“No amount of promises or good intentions will erase what he did,” Hyde continued, “It doesn’t undo what he took from you.”

Debbie’s lips pressed together, festering emotions threatening to surface all at once.

“He has to live with that. And you...” Hyde cautiously reached out again, clasping Debbie’s hands inside of his with a small, reassuring squeeze. “You’re allowed to be angry. To let him see what it cost you, and what it’s cost him. And most importantly, you’re allowed to move on.”

With the weight of years of grief, Debbie’s composure nearly shattered as a single tear slipped down her cheek, which she promptly wiped away. Despite this, she stayed poised, feeling too numb to break down again. Then her expression darkened.

“How do I know you’re not just saying it to keep me to yourself?” she said brutally.

“Goodness, Debbie…” Hyde sank with an aggrieved pout, quickly letting go of her hands. “It has never been my intention. I’m here to watch over your family, and I have kept my word since. What you and I have…it came as a surprise. But whatever your choice is in the end, I will respect it.”

Tension faded quickly, and so did Debbie’s defiant glare, her shoulders slumping back down.

“I’m…I’m so sorry,”

“It’s alright.”

“With all this Viltrumite bullshit, I can’t—”

“I know,” Hyde took a deep breath and held it for a moment. “...I know…” he echoed quietly.

“I don’t even know what I’d say to him.”

“It’ll come to you. Only you know how you really feel.” Hyde assured her.

A faint, half-hearted smile tugged at Debbie’s lips, which quickly faded. With pounds of exhaustion slipping out in a single sigh, she sought comfort within Hyde’s chest, who wrapped her protectively in his arms, no less pained than she. 

Neither of them rushed to fill the silence. Hyde just held Debbie steady, with his hand resting at her back as her breathing slowly evened out against him. The world outside could wait a few seconds longer.

“I can stay,” he suggested carefully. “If you want me to.”

Debbie lingered there, eyes closed, like she was weighing the comfort against the cost. Then she finally pulled back, but it wasn’t abrupt. Her hands remained holding Hyde’s. 

“…I’d rather not.” Her voice was apologetic. “This is something I need to face on my own.”

Hyde studied her for a moment, his expression softening with concern, searching for any crack in that resolve. For all the weariness etched in her features, Debbie remained resilient—something he had come to admire from the moment he met her.

Without a reason to insist, he nodded.

“Alright.”

His thumb brushed lightly beneath her eye, catching an unshed bit of moisture merely clinging beneath her eyelid, and his hand slid to cup her chin briefly as both shared a tender look that would ease the moment.

Then Debbie’s phone rang.

The sound startled them both. She reached for it at once, glanced at the screen, and her expression shifted the moment she saw Mark’s name. “Mark? Is everything okay?”

His answer came hesitantly. “Yeah—yeah, I’m with Eve. I’m okay.” An awkward beat passed. “I… I thought I’d tell you that Dad’s here. He wants to see you.”

Debbie shut her eyes with an exasperated huff, turning to face Hyde, who leaned slightly closer to her to listen to the conversation. “I know.”

“You know?”

“Hyde saw him out in the backyard.”

“Oh…” There was a pause on the other end, followed by Mark’s uncertain, weary exhale. “Okay. Uh, Mom, there’s something I need to tell you...”

The remaining hours of noon light ebbed into the deeper darkness of dusk.

A pan still sat on the stove, ingredients half-prepared—evidence of a night that had been meant to be normal, now interrupted once again by inescapable fate. Hyde moved through the kitchen for a bit, his cane tapping on the linoleum floor as he paced without any real intention, adjusting something here, setting something down there, as Debbie stayed nearby, merely observing, although without really paying attention. 

“He’s taking Mark from me to a war out in space,” she huffed. “He’s out of his mind! I can’t believe he’s doing this.”

Hyde’s jaw tightened as he looked away. “This shouldn’t be his responsibility.”

Debbie let out a bitter chuckle, more jaded than amused. “Well. I’m glad we’re on the same page. I was half-expecting you to tell me this was for some noble cause.”

Hyde’s expression darkened. “Yeah, no. I am upset, Debbie.”

That drew a short, surprised breath of laughter from her, though the anger never left her flushed face.

“Good,” she muttered. “Because I’m furious.”

Then, right on cue, Hyde stilled slightly, head tilting as if listening to something just beyond the walls.

“Is he still here?” Debbie rasped without lifting her head.

“…Has been, for a few minutes.”

Debbie’s brow furrowed faintly, more tired than surprised.

“Just…standing on the sidewalk,” Hyde glanced subtly toward the front door, inching inward to the hallway where he hoped his silhouette wouldn't be visible from the wide window that looked out into the street. 

That earned a soft, exasperated grumble from Debbie. She rubbed at her temple, shaking her head just a little.

“He’s definitely rehearsing what he’s going to say.”

Hyde watched her for a moment, a faint huff slipping through his nose. The disgruntled familiarity in her voice told him enough—Debbie knew Nolan better than most. A quarter of her life beside him had made sure of that.

It reminded him of something.

Of Nolan, years ago—a young teen under his tutelage, quietly mouthing his words before speaking, rehearsing them under his breath so that when his turn came, not a single stutter or flicker of hesitation would make it past his lips. And now… he wondered if the man standing outside was doing the same.

But even if Nolan had the right things to say and the perfect posture, nothing guaranteed the outcome would favor him. It was one of the harsher lessons for a Viltrumite to learn—that no amount of proficient manipulation and discipline could always secure what he wanted.

Even less so if it wasn’t deserved.

Hyde stepped back toward Debbie.

“Will you be alright?” he asked firmly.

Debbie held his gaze, and for a second, something softer and more secure flickered there.

“I will.”

That was enough for him. He smiled.

Hyde pulled her into a hug, firmer this time yet not with the intent to protect. His chin rested briefly against the top of her head while she naturally nuzzled his chest with her arms comfortably wrapped around his waist.

“I’ll give you some space,” he murmured. “I uh… could take a flight around the city or something.”

Debbie chuckled.

“How about you get some ingredients for dinner?”

“So, no lasagna tonight?”

“Nah,” Debbie leaned back just enough to look at him again, her lips found a way to form a small smile through her fatigue. “I was thinking, we could have something different. Ever had homemade Korean food before?”

“Huh. Don’t think I have…” Hyde’s whisker tugged upward from only one side. “I’ll get the best stuff then.”

They lingered there for a moment.

Then Hyde stepped away, the cane in his hand faded upward into thin lines of smoke.

At the back door, his hand rested briefly on the frame as he glanced over his shoulder, meeting Debbie’s eyes one last time. Without another word, he stepped outside, and he was gone—lifting into the night with a controlled, quiet burst, disappearing past the rooftops instead of tearing through the sky.

Down on the street and out of sight, a figure stood still. Nolan had been there for several minutes already, with his gaze fixed on the house. His attention shifted upward as Hyde rose into the air, tracking his silhouette without urgency as he disappeared into the darkness. It had only confirmed what he had seen earlier when their eyes met.

A flustered ire bubbled in Nolan’s core. But more pressing matters required his attention.

He took a deep breath in. Then he quickly let the air out.

Slowly, at last, he lumbered toward the main door.

| Prologue |

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FILLING IN THE GAPS - PROLOGUE

OC exploration that was meant to be a short fic I had already finished, but was based on the comics. Then Season 4 came out, and I decided to redo it and add to it.

This takes dialogue directly from the end of Episode 3 and moves on to Episode 4 before Debbie and Nolan's reunion and the Viltrumite War.

Characters: Debbye x Hyde (oc) ft Mark, Oliver, Nolan, Thaedus (No Paul in this universe, sorry)

| Chapter 1 |

“As I’m sure you’ve noticed…” Debbie stood in the living room, hands clasped together. “Hyde and I have become very close over the last six months…”

Mark sat stiffly on the couch, aloof but still listening, his gaze lost, unfocused on the ceiling, arms crossed, while next to him, Oliver sprawled on the other side in his usual restless way.

“We saw you making out!” Oliver teased.

“Oliver, please.” Debbie closed her eyes briefly, exhaling through her nose. She smiled, bright though falsely hopeful. “We’ve been talking a lot, and he wants to stay close to the family. So… he suggested, and we agreed to buy a house together. And sell this one.”

The words seemed to land unevenly, snapping Mark out of his dazed trance.

“You’re selling the house?” 

“You can’t sell the house, Mom!” Oliver whined. “Where am I gonna live?”

“You’ll both live with us—as long as you want.”

Oliver hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, I like Hyde. But why move out? Can’t he just move in with us?”

“He says it’s for our safety. Which…I agree,” Debbie held her hands close to her chest. 

“When is this happening?” Mark pushed off the couch, moving toward her. “Did you already list the house?”

“No. Of course not.” Debbie chuckled with unease. “I wanted to tell you both first.”

Mark exhaled impatiently, pressing the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe this right now… It’s just odd for him to decide that.”

“We decided it.”

“Yeah, but who came up with the idea first? You? Or him?”

Oliver shifted uncomfortably in his seat, now just a passive observer in the confrontation between his mother and brother. His gaze moved quickly around the room, finally settling on Debbie, whose shoulders sagged with hurt etched on her face.

“...Mark…” she said, her voice small.

Mark let out a single huff to ease himself. 

“I’m sorry,” he softened his tone. “You know how I feel about Hyde. But maybe he really seems to care about us. I want to think he does.”

“I truly believe he means well,” Debbie replied. “Things have been a little easier with him around. Still, we never know what or who else might target us here again, and that worries him. And me.” 

“Yeah…true.” Mark nodded slowly, like he was convincing himself as much as agreeing. “And I have to admit that I feel a weight off my shoulders knowing he’s been looking out for you while I’m not around. You… do seem happier lately.” A pause followed as the thought settled. “Maybe a new start at a new house won’t be so bad.”

Debbie’s eyebrows raised a little as her whole face brightened. 

“Thank you,” she smiled.

Oliver shot upward, hovering over the couch. “I get to pick my new room first!”

A sharp click of the door, followed by a soft thud as it shut, drew everyone’s attention to the mudroom, where Hyde emerged, humming a cheerful tune accompanied by the light tapping of his cane.

“Alright,” he said, presenting a grocery bag hanging between two fingers. “I managed to find the sauce you—” 

Hyde blinked once, lowering the bag awkwardly to his side. Oliver and Debbie smiled upon his arrival. But Mark remained stiff, only averting his gaze, but it lacked his usual brooding glare beforehand; his body shrinking in place with quiet resignation gave Hyde no less curiosity as to what could be going through the boy’s mind. But he certainly sensed the shift. 

“Hey, Hyde!”  Oliver said quickly, holding out a fist as he glided close.

A small smile tugged at Hyde’s face despite his confusion, and he bumped it gently with his own. “Hello, Oliver.”

“I’m gonna head out for a bit, Mom. I’ll see ya later.” Oliver glanced toward Hyde and hurried off before anyone could stop him, the front door shutting again not long after.

Mark cleared his throat, still avoiding Hyde’s eyes.

“I’m going to my room,” he muttered. “Had a long day.”

“…Mark.” Hyde took a small step.

Mark paused on his way at the base of the staircase without turning his head even a little, his hand gripping the rail tightly.

The words never made it out past Hyde’s lips. He knew better than to press the boy with questions. He just hummed deeply.

“It’s good to see you.” He prodded politely.

Mark glanced back briefly, smiling faintly with a quick flash of guilt across his face. “Yeah. You too.”

 It was a small gesture, but it brought Hyde relief as Mark disappeared upstairs. His eyes then found Debbie, who returned his smile as if she understood what had just happened. The tension in the room eased the moment he looked at her.

Debbie rested a hand against his chest as they shared a light kiss, warm and unhurried despite the lingering tension around them. When they parted, Hyde stayed close with his forehead pressed on hers, studying her face carefully.

“You alright?” he whispered.

“I am now.”

“Did something happen while I was gone?”

Debbie rolled her eyes with raised eyebrows, letting out a little huff.

“I told the boys about what you and I discussed earlier… about the house.”

“Ah…” Hyde’s brows furrowed. “Do tell.”

| Chapter 1 |

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Bob still doesn't know how this stuff works but prefers not to bother arguing so he simply accepts it. Whatever makes them happy.

💛💜🤍🖤

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Tender

Nothing really scandalous, but Tumblr hates bare skin, so you only get this. [Ful version]

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Bob still doesn't know how this stuff works but prefers not to bother arguing so he simply accepts it. Whatever makes them happy.

💛💜🤍🖤

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They're my favorite ace couple 🖤🤍💜

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💀~IT'S WEEN~🎃

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HOKAY! Zane's reference sheet got a lil update now with a proper introduction. The art still holds up, so not much was changed. 💃

I also wrote a story as an introduction to Zane, featuring Bob, and mentions of Skidad, Lila, and Rick.

[Read it here!]

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Now this is love

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Of all the holidays of the year, Valentine's Day happens to be Zane's least favorite. Bob wants to cheer him up by planning a pleasant hangout. However, a sinister call demands his presence to handle a critical situation that same night. Torn between his loyalty to the Cult of Eyes and trying not to ruin the special evening, Bob must navigate the volatile balance of keeping his true identity hidden while dealing with his newfound feelings for Zane, risking everything to protect his secret and the only meaningful relationship he's ever had.

Cw mild violence

Wattpad

AO3

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Where did it all go so wrong?

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Saw a picture of cats sleeping like this and I was inspired.

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Eldritch brainworms are squirming.

He's not feeling too well :(