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glitterdustcyclops · 10 months
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btw i'm still thinking about what happens next, i sent it to one of my friends because i thought she'd find it compelling and that prompted me to start a re-read, i got to "no matter what" before i had to go to bed and just
the writing is absolutely masterful, to the point where i forgot i was reading a fictional story, it completely feels like something that actually happened and you are unearthing it layer by layer. and just the way it creates tension, that uneasy dread that just slooooowlly ramps up and up and up the further you go, to the point where you're hurtling towards inevitable trainwreck after inevitable trainwreck with no way to get off the ride? incredible work.
all these little hints and set ups pay off and wallop you directly in the face, and then all the moments of humor and the cutesy-indie art style just add in more dread and existential bleakness on top of all the actually really dark horror of the plot in the best way
as i put it to my friend, i've always had a thing for stories that take full advantage of the unique characteristics of the media they're being told through, stories that cannot be told any other way but the way they are, and this comic really understands that. no other media quite captures the toxic voyeurism of Being Incredibly Online and passively observing The Worst People go through horrible shit, digging through the artifacts of a life, a blog, to Consume as Entertainment
no one is free of sin here, not even us reading the comic, and it's so good, 10/10, absolutely cannot wait for the next chapter
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bumofthewild · 2 years
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wanted to do this jojo meme :3c
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daearfhungurzzzz · 2 months
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friend of mine really wanted me to draw him like this
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00fairylights00 · 5 months
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*clears throat* HIGH HUMANITY P FINALLY BEING ABLE TO EAT AND SHARING ALL KINDS OF WONDERFUL TREATS WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my god Bloodbrown you are reading my mind ahhhh!!
I bet he would love baking so much, and he takes it so seriously when you tell him the best kind of treats are the ones made with love! I actually have a plot bunny about teaching P how to bake and cook floating around in my notes that I’m excited to get some time to work on.
Okay okay!
The growl of a stomach and the pang of hunger had initially concerned P, who tugged on your sleeve urgently. As you turned to face him his stomach rumbled again, you laughed at his mounting concern and explained that it sounded like he was hungry.
“You know, like how when I wake up I always have something to eat? Like that.” You soothed, the worry lines in his brow settling. 
This was something normal, something human. 
He was now very excited about the prospect of a new human thing he’d be able to try, and eating was something he’d been longing to do, watching you eat tended to be awkward and everything you made looked so appetising.
“I think I have something in the pantry you’ll really like.” You beamed, dragging him into the hotel’s kitchen.
You swung open the pantry doors and rummaged a bit, P looked over your shoulder curiously. The pantry wasn’t filled to the brim but what was in there he wasn’t familiar with at all, tins, cartons and baskets full of food and ingredients he didn’t know the name of.
“Ah hah!” You cheered, pulling a white, metal box from the pantry. “I promise you’ll love these!”
You popped off the lid and inside where multiple yellow discs with brown pieces scattered throughout them, he tilted his head and you waved the box in front of him,
“Try one! They’re homemade.” You coaxed, not that he would take much convincing when it came to you.
“Home… made?” He took a disc, the paper surrounding them crinkling, you also took one for yourself before placing the box on the countertop beside you. 
“It means it was made in the home, I made these ones myself. Some people believe the best kind of food is made with love, which you get plenty of in homemade cooking!” You explained, his eyes widened owlishly, throughly impressed once again by your abilities and your knowledge. You’d said before that they weren’t exactly difficult skills to pick up but he didn’t know how to make a… wait what is this thing?
“What… is it?” He questioned, turning the disc over in his hands. 
“It’s a chocolate chip cookie.” It was solid in his hand but the surface had a bounce to it, he brought it up to his mouth and was even more eager to try it now that he could smell it. 
You watched his reaction closely as he bit into the treat, any hesitance was quickly replaced with pure joy as he rushed to finish the rest of the cookie. 
“You like it?” You asked, and you got an enthusiastic nod in response, a giggle bubbling up from P’s throat boyishly. “Would you like another?”
“Yes!” He beamed, you held the box back out to him and he took another cookie for himself but stopped short when he noticed that you hadn’t done the same.
He frowned, looked at the cookie and then back at you before splitting the treat down the middle and offering one half to you. “Love should… be shared.”
You couldn’t agree more.
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clonerightsagenda · 2 months
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If Laios is going to investigate the weird biology of every dungeon monster maybe he will investigate something that has haunted (lol) and vexed me for many years, which is that if ghosts are made up of soulstuff or whatever, are their clothes and equipment (if applicable) part of their bodies? Obviously in Discworld logic that's just the clothes' ghost (ham sandwiches have ghosts. not mustard though) but in DnD rules if you cut a ghost's clothes are you costing them hit points? What else would it be made of. I often think about this.
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zaacoy · 1 year
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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAYYY!!!!
my valentines gift to everyone this year is freenoodles, enjoy :3
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widowshill · 2 months
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happy aro week to everyone who celebrates. give your local aro a hundred dollars to compensate for their suffering (me).
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quillkiller · 4 months
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thinking about them..
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glitterdustcyclops · 8 months
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a whim moved me so now im rereading a taste of gold and iron & i forgot how much evemer can't stand kadou in the beginning ahahahah
he's gonna be absolutely head over heels for this man soon and he doesn't even know
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wisemins · 3 months
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on a wonka note: willy wonka is autistic. literally no arguments to be made. i don't need to prove it. he is the proof.
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chaos-has-theories · 17 days
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If you liked The Locked Tomb because it has
Girls raised on strange planets where colors don't exist and the people paint their faces monochrome
Our Solar System but not quite
Gothic vibes
Unusual modes of narration
Reading like you're solving a puzzle
The final act putting everything together
Mystery
Impossible Space Beasts that transcend human understanding
And worldbuildibg that was grown on the carcass of mythological references
Then I recommend reading Radiance by Catherynne M. Valente.
Okay fine I just recommend it in general because reading it was such an Experience and in some ways it was a similar one to TLT. It really is like a puzzle and it's gorgeous and strange and even if it isn't about lesbians all of Valente's writing is somehow queer at the core and I want to TALK about it
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caker-baker · 2 years
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Monologue
“Blah blah blah reign of terror and destruction and fiery pits of inferno will swallow us whole. Yep, yep, move along, no time for monologue.”
At the hero’s speedy, jumbled sentence filled with audacity, the villain raised an eyebrow.
“I beg your pardon?”
“If you must beg, do it quickly.”
The villain promptly relaxed their previously proud poise to place their hands on their hips, not caring for this tone the hero had picked up.
“You misunderstand, dear. I do not care for you being so snide. You show up to fight me, all of me, you cannot demand one part or the other.”
Seeing that this was going nowhere, the hero also relaxed, huffing slightly.
“I wasn’t aware that being a criminal came with an annoying soliloquy requirement. Seriously, I don’t have time for your neediness, I have things to get back to.”
Neediness?
Neediness?
“That was unnecessarily rude.”
The hero stayed silent for a moment, eyes wide and unblinking, taking a slow and deep breath before once again opening their mouth.
“Would you feel better if I let you monologue?”
The villain crossed their arms. “Well now I don’t feel like it. What’s so important anyways? It seems as though the person who keeps you in business as a hero should be a higher priority.”
“There was a robbery on the other side of the city. I got the hostages out, but I need to go back and look for the thieves in case they try their luck any further tonight. Yeah, you take criminal priority, which is the only reason I’m here and not stopping them. So if we can get this done?” The hero made a vague motion with their hand before resuming their fighting stance.
The villain’s jaw clenched as they kept their arms crossed.
“I didn’t realize that’s how you felt, Hero.” They said stiffly, looking away only slightly.
“What the f—are you crying?”
“No! No, I’m not crying. Of course you have other people to fight, it makes sense, it’s a big city.” The villain sniffed. “I just thought that you made time for me.”
“I–I–I am making time for you, right now. But, ah, do you want me to come back later? After I caught the thieves? If you would just put this on hold, I’ll come back, and we can pretend I caught the thieves earlier, and you’ll have all the time in the world.” They clapped their hands together. “Monologue to your heart’s content, I will listen with open ears.”
The villain turned back around, frantically wiping their face. “Really? You would do that?”
“Yep. Mhm. Scout’s honor. Second I get them, we can just restart.”
“You would get rid of them just so we could have more time?”
“They’ll go straight to jail. I will pick them up and fly them there, won’t even fight them. You will be the top fighting priority.”
The death ray powered down.
“I’ll wait right here!”
The hero nodded enthusiastically, giving a thumbs up as they flew away, not sure how to respond to the beaming villain waving at them.
Once they were out of sight, the hero squealed.
Finally, the jealousy plan was working.
They wiped away the excitement on their face as soon as they landed on the ground, needing to practice that cool and neutral exterior for whenever they faced the villain again.
Now to wait twenty minutes, enough time to catch some fake thieves, and they could go back to the villain.
The hero couldn’t wait to hear that beautiful monologue.
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sophiegoose · 2 months
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wheRe rhe fuck am i
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lonewolflink · 3 months
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twinsoftheday · 6 months
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today's twins of the day are:
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skye and summer tanberry from the chocolate box girls series
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flaming-toads · 8 days
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