#crpytic

[torsamors]

jimmy eat world red stumpomatic and one more show in chicago while im back in the states manifest

#jimmy eat world is gonna happen i believe🙏🏻 #their stupid crpytic shit. im not joining ur discord sorry fob

[vampiregeese]

It's the Wolfgang-apocalypse he's literally everywhere oh my gods

i knew wolfgang was a psuedo-blorbo but i had no idea it was this potent. i feel like i accidentally released a contagious disease from a lab

#asks #not art stuff #crpytic-hq

[cryptidapprentice]

why did tumblr app fk up double tap to like 🧍🏽‍♀️

#cryptic ramblings #uh this just in: i found out tht typing in 'crpytic ' in the tags gives u a bunch of headlines(?) as suggested tags. aight. unrelated tho #also idk if its just me/my phone/android or what but this is what i get for updating the app 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 #i did also go into my settings to try turning it off/on but the switch stays highlighted either way 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ #so thats cool #its a little thing i know but its like. ugh

[metalsiren-a]

 “ look at me. “ I JUST

"LOOK AT ME" MEME // @fuckfate + ACCEPTING .

                               ——  ✞ ; 𝗦𝗛𝗘  𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦𝗡'𝗧  𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪  𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘  𝗧𝗢  𝗗𝗢  𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦  𝗥𝗨𝗡.  doesn't  know  anything  else  except  how  to  𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽  𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲  𝗮𝘁  𝗮𝗿𝗺'𝘀  𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵.  those  close  to  her  have  proved  themselves  time  and time  again  that  they  aren't  going  anywhere.  yet  still,  she  tries  to  make  them  leave,  make  them  realize  𝘄𝗵𝗼  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗶𝘀  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗵𝗼𝘄  𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗶𝘀  of  their  time,  their  effort.  but  gen  holds  her  chin  firm,  their  fingers  holding  her  head  in  place  as  their  eyes  meet.  she  just  wants  to  drink.  to  take  the  pain  away.  it's  𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴  to  be  so  vulnerable  in  front  of  someone  she  hasn't  known  for  too  long.  but  somehow,  gen  makes  her  feel  safe.  she   doesn't  know  what  it  is  exactly,  but  there's  a  warmth  that  radiates  from  them.  it  calms  her  in  ways  sawyer  hasn't  felt  in  a  𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴,  𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴  𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.

                               how  their  little  arguement  even  started,  sawyer  isn't  sure,  but  she  feels  foolish  for  raising  her  voice.  foolish  for  spitting  words  of  spite  towards  someone  she's  started to  care  deeply  for,  ❛  i  don't  know  what  you  expect  to  find . . .  ❜  sawyer  begins,  keeping  their  eyes  completely  locked  in  on  one  another  as  her  voice  remains  somewhat  melancholy,  ❛  but  can  you  tell  me  what  is  it,  if  you  do?  ❜ 

#° 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 ; ♡ genevive o’hara. #fuckfate #SAWYER STOP BEING EMO #AND CRPYTIC #DAMN

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

To follow up on my original ask, here is a Wookiepedia link: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Maul%27s_father that alludes to what I was referencing.

It was Maul's father who was killed after Maul's birth, per tradition, by Maul's mother.

As, I imagine, a strong traditionalist, would Maul ask you to fulfill this tradition post-partum, or would he concede new purpose to this life and the relatable selfishness of wanting to watch your legacy grow?

Thank you for the follow up! Apologies for the crpyticism.

Be blessed, Wishmonger!

Maul believes in survival not snuff. Sorry to say. The only person he'd willingly give his life to is his master, per the Rule of Two, which overrides any traditions offered by the Nightsisters to which he lays no claim whatsoever, excepting in the aftermath of Talzin's death when she willingly gives her life for him against Sidious that piece of shit.

Granted, I like Legends. It offers a lot of good food, but this is one of those things where, if you pit his indoctrination and Sith training against what he might've inherited through his family (if he spent any time with them, which he didn't until they were dead) you're gonna have a bad time.

So, okay. Let's hypothesize that Maul returns to Dathomir and gets that old altar shattered and everything goes the way it should in Rebels (he was abandoned there post Crimson Dawn fuckery etc. and he meets Ezra and whatever) where is he learning about these traditions that pre-date him that he's trying to reclaim?

I have questions.

#the wishmonger says #Darth Maul #Maul #Legends #Kycina #Star Wars Legends #Mother Talzin #the night market of dathomir #I know this has been sitting a while I tried to be diplomatic and I can't because it just happens to be a maddening piece of lore

[amorphousprimordia]

I need to preface this by saying I mean no ill woll to absolutely anyone or anything. I just wanna talk about my interpretation of one of gaming's most crpytic characters. However...

Every popular interpretation of Gaster is wrong and right. I've seen people claim certain things as facts that are less than theories. Let's start with his appearance. Practically everyone thinks that Gaster looks like this:

But the only real correlation to Gaster this sprite has is the cryptic nature of finding it and the use of fun values, which I think is very limited evidence. I think it's far more likely that this is his real, or at least one of his, appearances:

This character, who I'll be calling Redacted, speaks in wingdings, the font linked to Gaster, and who's room exits to the sound test menu, where Gaster's Theme can be played. Another thing, the link to wingdings is also only speculation. The name W. D. Gaster being shorthand for Wingdings Gaster is. Okay it makes sense i guess. And Entry 17 does seem to link to Gaster. Speaking of Entry 17, it concludes with "WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK?" and most people assume that's Sans and Papyrus. I strongly disagree. Yes, all three relating back to a font is evidence, but I don't think it's Papyrus. Sans has his Gaster Blaster sprites in attacks, and can teleport and break the fourth wall as if he's beyond space and time, so I think that Sans is one of the two Gaster is talking to. But we have absolutely no evidence on who the second one is, and I think it's more likely a character we've never met. But you also have to remember that Entry 17 isn't even accessible in game, so is it even a canon source of lore? The Redacted sprite is also unaccessible. If Game Theory doesn't use removed content for theories I won't either.

Here's what we definitively know about Gaster: He was a royal scientist long ago who fell into the Core and was shattered across space and time. He has some relation to Sans, and that's about all of the conclusive evidence. Therefore every interpretation is bound to be wrong since there's so little real canon accessible ingame facts. So get sillay with it! None of it matters! Gaster is more of an idea, a theory, a concept than a character. And I love him for that.

But that brings me to my real point. Gaster should NOT appear in Deltarune as more than an allusion or an easter egg. If he appears as a boss or a character like I've seen some people say should/will happen, that would completely destroy his entire purpose. I would absolutely hate that so so much.

Tl;dr: Gaster isn't a real character so every interpretation is wrong and correct, and Gaster shouldn't appear in Deltarune.

Sorry this was a bit unfocused and incoherent

#undertale #deltarune #utdr #gaster #undertale gaster #w. d. gaster #long post

[thedeafprophet]

gonna take the "Nothing good comes from a house fire" crpytic line from myhouse.wad and apply it to Alex's backstory

#it stuck with me #oc talk #oc: alex #what's it to queue?

[serephinastardust]

1 completed chapter 1st draft, for my villain

The days and nights had now blurred together since I left the hospital, leaving no one the wiser. I have no way of knowing how long it’s been since I became a specter hidden in the shadows. Months maybe? The first couple of days, I managed to transfer all my funds into a new account and withdraw the cash, so I could leave a trail. I even managed to get my research from my experiment room and classroom at [insert academy name]. I was in desperate need of answers and answers I would get.

Come hell or highwater.

I had left the city ages ago, bunkered down in a motel. I had changed my appearance again, so no one could tale me. The authorities were after me, my colleagues were searching for me, and even what friends I had were searching for me. Before I disposed of my smart phone to obtain a burner, I listened to some of the messages.

But listening to their voices full of concern, it all sounded so fake. They didn’t truly care I lost my family; they didn’t care I needed answers that, and no one cared that I felt the authorities were just trying to get their hands on my research. I was super relieved that no one was able to break my runes and glyphs to get their hands on my research.

I created some rune and glyph rituals that I didn’t publish for my peers to review. And sadly, I also knew someone had tried to break my ritual. And that just raised my hackles even more, and since I didn’t know who tried to get my work, everyone was suspect.

Now I sat alone in the dim light of the motel room, surrounded by stacks of scrolls, ancient texts, and tattered parchments that held the secrets of Eldoria. The flickering flow of a single lamp cast eerie shadows across the walls, amplifying the silence that enveloped me. In a moment of un-focus, I found my fingers tracing the delicate lines of arcane symbols, my eyes scanning pages filled with cryptic incantations and fragmented prophecies. Every piece of information I had gathered seemed to pulse with potential, promising power beyond mortal comprehension.

What am I becoming? A question seeps unbidden into my mind at this time, a whisper of doubt amidst the cacophony of my ambition. I shake my head at this thought, dismissing it as an insignificant pest. Knowledge, power—they are worth this sacrifice, and I am more than willing to oblige.

Look back at all my hard work, the words on the pages—crpytic, elusive—mock my attempts to decipher them. I continue to trace the curves of ancient symbols, the very embodiment of knowledge that could reshape the world. With every passing moment, the line between curiosity and obsession blurs. The Convergence holds the answers I seek, the mastery I crave. I can feel it, like an electric current beneath my skin, urging me onward, deeper into the abyss.

Perhaps I’ve already lost myself.  Another brief though I dismiss. It’s a thought of the weak. I’m not weak. I am driven, the pursuit of power is the essence of life itself; to shy away from it would be a betrayal of my very nature. And yet, in the depths of my soul, a voice—a mere whisper—begins to question the cost.

I again lose myself in the texts and my notes, a surge of exhilaration courses through me. I am on the brink of revelation, a moment that will elevate me beyond the confines of mortality. The Convergence will yield its secrets to me; I can almost taste the knowledge, the eldritch wisdom that waits just beyond grasp. And when I finally seize it, I will be unstoppable. And with that power, I will know what went wrong that day, and why. Nothing will be outside my grasp of knowing and understanding. There was no doubt about it with that.

The world outside the motel room becomes inconsequential to me. A fervent need to understand all my research continues to drive me. The nights bleed into days, and still, I’m stuck in this confining motel room, and haunting visions of power dance behind my eyelids. Sanity, morality—these are feeble constructs, shackles that bind the weak-willed. Shackles that bind and blind them to all in the world. If I must embrace the darkness, so be it, I will do anything for answers, anything to learn and master this convergence.

I heave out a sigh as I realign myself to my research, so far all I knew of The Convergence was that it existed. The research I had been doing, though I originally thought was extensive, was but a drip in the ocean known as knowledge. Is this like a birthright? My own demented destiny? Why did people I love need to die if I was meant to learn this anyways.

I can almost hear the voices of reason creep back to the forefront of my mind, of caution, the cons that this path would lead me. But my newfound ambition drowns out the thoughts before I can focus on them; the tide of my ambition cascading over them. The thirst for knowledge has been becoming an insatiable hunger, consuming me entirely. The work before me, slowly becoming obsolete.

“I am Elystria Ashe, and I will not be denied!”, I all but yelled in my small smothering room. “The Convergence, whatever it might be, will bow to my will, and in its embrace, I will ascend to heights undreamed of by any mortal!”. I started cleaning up my work, starting to plan out a way to gain the knowledge I need. The world may see it as an obsession, a form of insanity to my grief, but oh world, you be mistaken, I am perfectly sane in this moment. I will call this destiny.

I nod at what I’m calling my new life path. And destiny is a force that bends to the strongest of wills. I finish collecting my things, knowing my next path will be [insert library of magic name].

Elsewhere, the world was moving on as it should, people in [where Elystria was living/working], were on a manhunt for Elystria. Worried for the widow, and grieving mother, they were searching high and low, even in places they didn’t think she would be. The authorities were aware that her funds had all been moved, but following that lead led to a dead end. No one resembling Elystria emptied the bank account, and trying to follow that person was next to impossible, they vanished within moment of leaving the bank, and no security cameras were able to find them. Friends, colleagues, and students were slowly beginning to fear for her.

In three other areas around Eldoria, three people, unrelated to each other were busy doing their daily work. One was [character description, and where and what they are doing], taking a break by his mentor’s tower, he stares up at the sky, his nightly ritual of observing the constellations, questions could be seen flickering behind his eyes. Suddenly he stiffened, he noticed an abnormality in the stars. And with that, he ran to his mentors library, he needed to figure out what this meant.

Another, [Character description, and where and what they are doing], trying to figure out the importance of the ruins. She was hoping if she found the right information within the glyphs and runes carved into the stone here, she could get protection rights, and have the time to research the whole structure, and hopefully with those rights, she would get dibs on some treasure. Just as she was about to move further into the ruins, a wind whispered around her, whipping up her hair and she frowned. She was unsure what they meant, but she knew where she needed to head to learn the information she needed.

A wise sage stands alone in a forest, he looks up through the canopy feeling the world around him. He had been wandering around Eldoria since he became an apprentice. Learning all things and hiding away all things forbidden in nature as it went against his code to destroy knowledge. His robes billowed around him and his sharpened. There was an anomaly in the stars, and the spirits were clearly frazzled. He needed to figure out which of many prophecies or predicted events were about to happen. If he didn’t the spirits wouldn’t leave him until he knew. He didn’t know what knowing would do for him, but for peace from the spirits he would learn.

#female writers #my writing #writers on tumblr #fantasy #novice writer #writers blog #villain book #villain as a main character #villain main character

[flawduwu]

oh sweet crpytic voice, you have no idea 😈😈

[jams-sims]

Hey is anyone else chronically on stardew valley tiktok. Cause their this artust who has made an AU crpytic world. Where something isn't right about stardew valley. But yall there farmer- THERE FARMER IS OH MY GOD!

LIsten here I have never simped for a character harder their farmer OC is fucking amazing! Its times like this I wish I kept drawing cause all I got is stories fam. All I got are words on paper. Cause i would have draw fanart of someone else farmer by now-

Fucking Sebastian who???? Abgail who?? Nah! Random tiktok farmer is who im trying to romance-

#stardew valley #sdv farmer #sdv #farmer oc

[thearchivistsjournal]

Day 167,

Author's Note/Content Warning: This was another exhausting entry to write. Social anxiety, self-loathing, feeling like a burden to friends, and something approaching but not quite reaching an anxiety attack.

I didn’t even reach the edge of the Village before I froze.  I just stood there in a rain so light it could barely be called such, my mind in a feedback loop of what-ifs until someone came up and asked if I was alright.

I lied and said I was fine before turning and walking in a new direction.

This was getting disruptive.  Enough to finally push me to talk to someone.  But who?  Vernon?  Dinner with him the other day was comforting but it didn’t feel right going back to him after having previously brushed off the incident as “just some nature sprite weirdness.”  Pat?  On the one hand, if anyone could give more insight into sprite-related matters it would be him, but on the other hand I really wasn't in a receptive mood for sage wisdom or semi-crpytic half-revelations.

Lin then.

Checked the bracelet.  She was in the Village.

Went to her house.  Knocked.

Huan answered the door.  Asked me what the matter was.

A moment of confusion.

Clarified that this was a social call, not a medical one.  Asked if Lin was home.

He said she was.  I already knew that.

He invited me inside.  I accepted.

He called for Lin.  She came into the room, surprised to see me.

I gave a greeting.  An apology for showing up unannounced.  Asked if we could talk in private.

Her mask went on.  That hurt.  She said of course.  Led me to her room.

Didn’t take in much of the room despite my eyes flitting every direction except the one that would make contact with hers.

She said to take my time.  Must have looked off enough that she was treating me like a patient.  Not what I was hoping for.

Took a breath.

I told her about the incident two weeks ago with the nature sprites.  More detail than I’ve said anywhere outside this journal.  More than I think I told Maiko.

Told her about seeing the sprite again on my way home last week.

Told her I was having trouble making myself go anywhere by myself.

Told her I thought for sure I was going to die or worse that night.  That even though I was technically unharmed aside from being exhausted and a little scraped up from tripping and falling and pushing through brush, I can’t stop thinking about how the next time might be the time it escalates further.  Or if not then, then the time after that.  Or the time after that.

Said that I was resenting myself for that irrational reaction getting in the way of functioning.  I’ve been told that sprites don’t harm except in retaliation, only prank and frighten, and everything I’ve experienced supports that.  And I haven’t done anything to retaliate against.  So I shouldn’t be freezing up like this.

But I am.

Said I just need more time.  I’ll get back to normal eventually.  But I’m not there yet.

Another breath.

I asked her if she’d walk me home.

She put a hand on mine.  Too precise a movement.  Finally spoke.  Said of course she would.  Still that clinical voice.  Still the mask.

I was painful to listen to.  I was hurting my friend by asking for help.  I was hurting her and she was putting on the mask to keep away the pain.

Too late to change course now.

We went back out.

She said something to her father.  Not sure what.  Too numb to process.  By the tone, mask went off to say it though.  Or maybe another layer went on.

Got to the edge of the Village.  Not sure if I hesitated or not before the trees.  No humming from Lin.

Pressed on.

Buildings of the Village out of sight.  Maiko stepped out of the trees.

She’d been waiting for me to walk me back.

I’d kept her waiting.  I’d wasted her time with my hesitation.  I’d troubled Lin and dragged her away from home for nothing.  I’d hurt my friend for nothing.

Smiled as best I could and told Maiko I appreciated her looking out for me.

Can’t remember if they talked much on the way back.  Might have said a word here and there for the appearance of engagement.

Was too busy stuck in another mental loop.  Wasn’t afraid anymore but had replaced panic with anxiety.  Wanted to be comforted but was stuck on how I didn’t deserve it.

Got back to the house.  Snapped me back more alert.  Didn’t even notice we’d made the turnoff from the main road.

Thanked Lin for walking out here with me.  Apologized for the trouble.

She said it was no trouble.  Mask was still up.  Or had it dropped during the walk and only now come back on?

Offered dinner and a spot in the house to spend the night if she didn’t want to make the trip back in the soon-to-be-dark.

She accepted.

Did I pressure her into staying when she didn’t want to by making that offer?  Did she stay as a friend or as keeping watch over yet another patient?  Or was she staying for Maiko, not me?

I was overreacting and overthinking all of this though, and I knew it.  Alas, knowing that doesn’t stop the thoughts.  Just adds an extra layer of frustration at failing to stop them.

I made an effort to be as lucid and functional as possible the rest of the evening.  Maybe if I keep giving the appearance of being better now that I’ve talked about it to someone and received their concern it’ll eventually become true.

Funny, the clarity writing all this down brings.  If only it would stay once I closed the journal.

I can hear Lin and Maiko talking out in the living room, but can’t make out the words.  I hope they’re catching up after not seeing one another in a while and not worrying about me.

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#writing #original fiction #serial fiction #sliceoflife #Writeblr #daily writing #epistolary novel #writers on tumblr #WIP #creative writing #literature #prose #writers #web novel #novel #journal #isekai #epistolary #fantasy #slice of life #fiction #my writing

[taupewolfy]

popping some endwalker stuff under here

for the sharlyan quest stuff near the start (already done thavnair)

twins get their end outfits! yay! also is alphinaud one of the only other scions aside from the wol to have a job stone??

sobbing crying etc etc too emotionally comprimised to fully pay attention to the rest of the convo (don’t worry i did. thanks for the crpytic foreboding)

Hi.You are going to say this while answers (piano) plays in the background. Ok. 🧍‍♂️

anyway check this out krile without the hood

#i do not know why i like krile so much especially since she gets so little screentime #manifesting more krile in 6.x updates #anyway uh frogs. that they called toads. ok game #taupe plays ff14

[therealshadowgovernment]

what?

WHAT

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ͣͭ͝H̢͓̣͚̟̤̤̘̯̲͚͈̩͈̥̲ͮ̀̐̌̉͋͊͛ͤ̓͐ͮ͜Ḩ̶̠̘̙̱͎̹̫̱̲̩̤̟ͬͬ̓ͣ͗ͮ̑͋̍̉̈́͋̉̂̊̎͑͌͑́͝H̪͙̗̙͙̮͓̟̬̥̻̝̜̺͍ͮ̾͂ͭ͘͠͞ͅͅH̵̫̙̣͉̗̥͕̱͚̰͕͓̖̭̰͚͎̜̲̑͒̈́͗͛͗ͨͭ̔ͩ̐̓̅̕͢͜H̵̙̠͎͔̦̾̈̓̿͜H̸̗̪̼̳͓̅͂̇͋̓̈́ͯ̅ͧͧ͌̕͢Hͥ͑̍ͪ̀̈́̆͊̽̅͊͆̿͂ͯ̈̓҉̶̬̟͚̲̥̣̖̩̹̞̜̙̯ͅH̱̘͔̫͔͎͚̯̘̦̞̠̺͐͆͐ͫͭͦͫ̒̇̑ͦ͂̅ͤ́͝Ȟ̸̱̩̼͎̱͇̮̫̻̣̳̮̰̹̘̜̺̿̅͐̂̐͡H̰͔̪̜̞̰̠̲̗͉̼̬̩̙̻̪̝͖͋̀ͦͤ̍ͬ̍̔̍͒͑ͣ̽ͪ̔̚̕Ȟ̯̫̺̬̘̳̭͚̟͈̦̘̫͒͑͆ͬ̀̀H̛̋̋ͭ̔̂̓͂̌̚͡҉̩̮͔̰̰ͅH̴͎̫̩͇̲̲͓͉̰̘͚̐̂̑͊̂͆͆̏̆ͪ̈́ͮͧ̐̀́͞Ḥ̸͈͖̙͇̪͓̘̔̆̑̿̄ͫͤ̍ͪ͒̇ͥ̓ͣ̑̂̌͡͡H̸̶̠̦͍̫̘͙̫̭̮̝̙ͯ͛ͧ́͌̏̋͑̅̽̂̂͒̚̕͜H̅̓̐͋̈͌̋͒̓̐̋̽͒͏̪̭͎͓̻̖̼͕̜͡H̷̝̻̳̺͈͔̝̜̮̦̣̠̪ͦ͗̔̊ͤ̃ͪ͒͑ͯ́̚̚͞H̵̛̠̘̺̘͔̪͔̿̉̀̍ͭ͐̐́ͯ͞͝H͙̩͍͎̳̞̭̣̲̭͖̣̟͖͑̀ͪ̓͜͜ͅH̸̵̶̠͈̺̮̫̠̠̖͕̗̠ͨ̈̋̉͂ͮͧ̈̍H̠̖͇̜͕̟̲̱̩̞̪̲͓̭̦͉̓͗͒ͪ̿͛ͣ̓͊̌̃̍̈͗͌̀̚͢͡H͔̰̙͇̰͙͕̤̼̘̺̀ͧ̈ͦ͡͡H̷̛͍̠̗̟̙̻̦̖̳͑ͨ̽̉͗́̽ͭ͆̇̋́ͅH̎̒̊ͤͧ̐͊ͯ̂̍̚҉҉͎̣̼͕Ḩ̢͚̺͖̯̞͓͓̋̏̋̄͐̐̿ͨḨ̷ͪ͌ͦ͑̃̈ͮͪ̀ͪ̄̑́͏͚̲̻̭͖̺̲̺̱̖͙̻͎̜́H̢̹̫̦͍͙̱̣̓̓̍͆ͣ̋ͩ̊ͪ͋͆ͨḪ̷̦̙̖̞̺͈͖̭̹̲͇̒̍̉͒̓͊͆̀͞Ĥͭͬ̇ͩͭ̍͆̃̇͋́̑͡҉̫͈̙́Ḩͩ́ͨͩ͋ͧ̽̚͘҉̧̡͈̩̣̯H̲̲͈̘̟̔͑͑̍̉ͯͩ̆̒̍ͫ͆̌͡H̛̋͒̾̐͋͆͗̏҉̪̣͖͎̬̱͇̞̬͈̰̳̣̱̜ͅH̷̨̘͍̜̬̹̗̗̟̞̫̲͓̘̤̉̓ͮ̑̄̀͢͢ͅͅḨ͛̾̔͗̒̒͌̓ͬͤ͏̶̛͕͚̘̲H̟͔͓̬̦̬͓̪͈̬͔̠͓͓̯̦͊̏̄͋̂́͑̐̎̒̔ͤͬ̍̊ͫ̈̒͘͟͡ͅH̨̘̳̳͚̫̍͊ͩͮ͋̉͌͒̒̔̂ͣ̉̊̈́ͬ͜͟H̢̡̖̼͇̞̗͚͙̼̤̫̬̜̪̫̜̻̱̝ͯ̃ͣ̌͐ͮ̋ͣ̈ͨ͒̊͒̒̿̂̽͛̾̕͜H̸̷̛̖̙̱̥̬ͧ̂ͫ͒̓ͫ̎͊̇ͭ̈́͂͊́̾̊͗̾́͜H̶̶͕̝̰͎̱̘͖̰̺͎̲̗̟̜̞͍̖̃ͭͫ͆̿ͫ̇ͬ̉́͂ͭ̿̀̚ͅH̷̴͙̻͓̣̼ͭͫ͛̒ͣͭ̆̀ͮ̽͑̏̉ͤͬ̑̊̆́̀͝ͅH̴̨̞̜̱̝̣̘͈̠͗ͩͮ̉̑̽̅̃̊ͭ̉̉̀̓̊ͯͤ̚H̹̻͇̫̰͈̘͈͈̗̺̜̺̙͋̂̃̄̐̐̅ͯ͊͡͡H̢̡̛̻͎̗̝̬̯͓͓̙̣̲͖̜͐͑̽̍̌̍́͞H͈͉̩͔ͥ̿ͣ͌̈́ͭͩ̀̿ͩ̚͟͡͡

#thomas the tank engine #nra #wtf #satire #dark humor #racism #diversity #trains #what does this have to do with guns mr nra? #new york times #news #stupid #meme #next week on nra tv #hell #its...literally a childrens show #why do you do this america? #crpytic #bad place #bad timeline #twilight zone #scream #horror

[catdemondez]

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#crpytic

[achronicvoice]

Cryptic message from my meds. Hmm... 🤔⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ #AChronicVoice #spoonie #SpoonieLife #spoonies #InvisibleIllness #awareness #MentalHealth #MentalIllness #ChronicIllness #ChronicLife #ChronicPain #disability #health #SelfCare #SelfAwareness #crpytic #message #meds #maltofer #ironsupplement #medication #spoonieproblems #smile #smileyface #supplements #lupus #sjogrens #anemia #anaemic #haemoglobin https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs884oMBWRX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qfdwa77iwzb2

#achronicvoice #spoonie #spoonielife #spoonies #invisibleillness #awareness #mentalhealth #mentalillness #chronicillness #chroniclife #chronicpain #disability #health #selfcare #selfawareness #crpytic #message #meds #maltofer #ironsupplement #medication #spoonieproblems #smile #smileyface #supplements #lupus #sjogrens #anemia #anaemic #haemoglobin

[squirrelplus]

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#that brawl talk was wild though #brawl talk #brawl stars #starr park #my art #digital art #squirrel #crpytic plus