#weehhh

[wanders1fan]

I'm making a Gameoverse OC while watching Gameoverse.

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I think I'm falling in love with Fold.

HE'S MINE NOW!!! AND KIT TOO WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[deliicacymercy]

Speaking of gay robots having sex-

Here's a link to the uncropped, uncensored version :3c

Sky Drop belongs to @momosartgalaxy

[solmesia]

im obsessed with u and ur work, ur posts make my day better

[bellygunnr]

Uhhhh writing requests open? Transformers, Knight Rider, iniD, Halo, and my OCs are all free game

[xianzhoualliance]

not finishing this 😪

[selfish-solace]

transcriped the page in this video... read it under the cut!

              We are children.

            This is always what I attempted to tell myself, as the plans and decisions were made, as our intentions became clearer with each passing day, as the bodies began to pile up. Therefore every monstrous idea that escaped from our mouths, I found myself grasping at the multitudes of excuses – less that I forcefully developed for the sake of justifying what was being done. The most prevalent one, which I found myself consistently revisiting, was that we are children. Naïve. Unaware of the damage we are causing. We are aimless and afraid. And it is because of this that we are doing these horrible things.

As a method of evading the harshness of reality, children create games – stories that they can actively partake in, and identities they can embody. They are able to liberate themselves from the world that consistently demands that they grow up. These games start out small and innocent but sometimes grow, so much so that they absolutely encompass the child’s life. The game becomes their reality, and until they are forced out of it, and turned towards the correct path adjacent to fantasy, it is all they want. For a while, this concept helped reaffirm the idea that I myself was a child, one that could never truly break out of my own game because I had nobody to pull me out of it. I had no family, no guardian, no friends to help me face the world. What I received instead was another boy that was playing the same game, and his sister, who was reluctant to play and therefore fell silent.

I was encouraged to remain numb to the world, to the emotions and realities I had lost sight of, the month I was forced o see my parents and brother removed from my life. The manufacturing of the false realities was all that I had left. It was all that the man in the black suit hadn’t taken from me. Morality was not a concern of mine, it was replaced by fear. Fear that I would end up like those I once loved. And as a child, I embraced that fear as yet another excuse to further the sick plans that my only friend would push in my direction. For a while I considered myself the child and him the parent – the teacher.

My teacher’s first lesson was that, yes, we are children. And in order to win this game – in order to stop the monsters from getting us and moving on to the next level, we had to conspire against the other children – to make them lose.

I did not realize how literal this game was becoming until we sacrificed our first child to the man in the suit.

I think his name was Sean, or maybe it was Gordon… I can’t say for sure.          There were so many children that came and went – children that were thrust into the game without being given the rules or a fighting chance to win it. We were cheating, but we didn’t care because we were winning. The game was all that mattered to us – well, to me and him, anyway. My friend’s sister who later became my girlfriend – wasn’t concerned with winning the game. She despised us for cheating, but was afraid to challenge us. We had become killers, monsters… something worse then the creature we were feeding. And eventually, when her brother left us alone to seek out and kill more people reusing to play, she tried to get through to me – to convince me that if we really are all children, then the best possible way to win the game is together; to help the other kids instead of hurting them. I wouldn’t immediately budge. I spat back, “Why would I do that? Why would I risk everything we’ve done, all the surviving we’ve accomplished, just to save some kids I don’t know?” There was a long pause. Each time I remember it, the pause gets longer. Her eye contact didn’t sever or fade… She looked at me, fighting back tears, and spoke in a hushed, piercing tone: “Would you have saved Erik if you could?” Game over. She won. Eventually, it was just me and her, forever. I got rid of her brother in the only way I knew how, and even for that I hated myself; but it was the first necessary evil that actually felt necessary. And from then on, my life was about helping everyone – making up for the games me and my sadistic friend played at the expense of others. I promised myself that I would do anything to never see another child suffer at the hands of someone else.

[stickidystickblog]

does he know how much I love him?

[foragergnome]

background practice because I am going thru a crisis!!