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@zerosanityrun
okay okay but what's actually stopping the protagonist from just
stealing the black stones and preventing the beacon to be lit
or destroying them
fuck you high ones with your taunts and visions i'm not playing the game
you think i care about red madness and wars? nope
what if what if what if
things i think about instead of working: chara1 is peeling potatoes while chara2 frantically searches whole camp for a small thing they have found in the ruins and brought out
chara2 also manages to lecture ch1 about pyrean sewers at the same time
ch3 watches the scene fondly (he broke the thing ch2 is looking for but is not ready to confess his crimes yet)
what if numinos was the friendship we found along the way
[guy who doesnt watch shows voice] yeah ive been meaning to watch that show
Unofficial Autism Post
ibuprofen is not enough i need to crack open my skull and pour out whatever is inside
I don't know why it took me so long to start adding Dark Souls text to Arknights images
thank god vampirism is a flexible metaphor
it’s about being queer it’s about surviving assault it’s about alienation and most of all it’s about how everyone who loved you before might not be able to even look at you now, no matter how many times you try to explain that you didn’t ask to die and you didn’t ask for that death to leave you only half-eaten when it got bored of you.
my keyboard keeps stuttering and doubling some letters and entirely skipping other ones so if i don't retype stuff it looks like it was written by someone else's homestuck oc
on a second thought, excel spreadsheet seems like the best tool for organising all my characters' info and i am mad i hadn't thought of it sooner
i have my (mostly empty) (for now) little spreadsheet 13 open tabs of two different enderal wikis 3 tabs with different name generators (bc i hate coming up with names but i can't keep referring to ocs as "the gambler" "the deserter" etc) and a twitch stream that've been listening to for the last 3 hours but never actually watched
i feel like an alien trying to form words out of hieroglyphs it never seen before and perhaps that's closer to truth than i'd like to admit
Life must be a rollercoaster for the D class. You live in a shitty prison cell for the remainder of your probably extremely short life. One day some security guards show up and take you to a big room where a scientist tells you to copy an image onto some paper. You do. The scientist shrugs and writes something down and you're taken back.
One day a scientist hands you a poptart and says "eat this". You say "is it full of some kind of fucked up interdimensional poison". The scientist says "eat it or that security guard will tase you and tie you down and make you eat it". You eat the poptart. It is not full of fucked up interdimensional poison, but it is kind of stale. You describe the taste to the scientist and he shrugs and writes something down and you go back to your shitty cell.
One day a security guard takes you to a big room and there's a flute sitting on a table. A scientist tells you "play Hot Cross Buns on that". You explain that you do not know how to play the flute. You are instructed to try. You play the flute and get immediately get dragged into some incomprehensible shadow dimension and torn to pieces for no reason that makes any sense to you. You are very lucky to have survived so long and died so quickly.
This guy will spend hours staring at his blank wall and wondering what the fuck was in that chamber and why they thought he might know.
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Experiment Log 426-1. Date: [censored] Subject: D-class personnel D/426/1 Procedure: D/426/1 was asked to describe what he believed was contained in my chamber. He was not informed about my identity or properties. Details: D/426/1 stated, "I'm probably some huge monster holed up in there. That's what you guys have all over the place, right?" D/426/1 remained oblivious to his use of the first-person pronoun.
End of description.
shout out to those guys who woke up one day and found out they were going to explore the potato dimension
Those weren't D class. That was a squad of fully trained and equipped mtf agents.who got sent to the potato dimension.
They did complain that they had to go instead of D class, though.
And got trauma about it!
Team leader's fault. They should've turned back the instant they got out of the warehouse and it was obvious that they were in a world that had been consumed by exponential potatoes. What did they think was going to happen.
on a second thought, excel spreadsheet seems like the best tool for organising all my characters' info and i am mad i hadn't thought of it sooner
i was obsessed with the eruption of mt vesuvius as a kid, you know, ad 79, destruction of pompeii, the good shit. anyway when i was 9 my aunt was living in naples in italy and we went to visit and she was like do you want to climb mt vesuvius. and i was like hwaaa? you can do that? and she was like yeah i actually do a marathon up it every year let's go. so me and my mum and aunt and cousins all trek up this volcano in the middle of summer and it's yknow, a volcano. very hot and full of rocks. and we get to the crater and we're looking down into it and i'm like woah... this is what destroyed pompeii... and my aunt is like yup. got 'em good. and my little 6 year old cousin pipes up 'what would happen if it erupted now??' and me and my aunt just immediately, in the exact same tone, say 'we would die.'
Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.
I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.
me everytime one of my seemingly non-specific homoerotic text posts breaks containment
Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️
formative years? aren’t they all?
show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse
