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wytelighter · 2 years
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Chapter 6 already?!? jesus /silly
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The dark axe. A method of controlling and damaging dark creatures that can destroy the multiverse. It was destroyed long ago, with its various pieces scattering to many familiar dimensions, including the universe where the Robodoki crew lives. A new duo of enemies team up to rebuild the axe, a secret agent group called IDDA is in charge of handling this mess, and the Robodoki team must help them and others to save the entire existence of time and space itself…
Will these new interdimensional alliances get along? Will the Robodoki crew become successful spies? Or will their entire existence succumb to a rift in time?
A collab fic between weaponsdrawn on tumblr/killerqueenie on discord. She owns the IDDA characters and the Roomerang Showling characters, I own the robodoki characters.
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khrystyanaslife · 1 year
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silveragelovechild · 2 years
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fnrrfygmschnish · 2 years
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Inktober prompt for October 7th was “Trip.”
Of course I had to make it that kind of trip, and not the kind involving long-distance travel and vehicles and whatnot.  Or the kind involving your feet getting caught on something causing you to fall over.  Which probably happens frequently after this kind of trip. 😅
This is Bob, a recurring character of mine that I’ve been drawing since midway through high school but who’s never quite made it into anything that I actually finished.  He’s a homeless guy who has mysterious (and totally unexplained) cardboard-box related powers that he doesn’t seem to be fully aware he has.  He thinks it’s perfectly normal to be able to fold a 5 foot wide cardboard box into a 4 inch square and tuck it into one of his pockets for transportation, for example, and when people are amazed by this he assumes they’re just impressed at his skill at folding it quickly rather than the fact that it’s... y’know... something that shouldn’t physically be possible.
“Frog Juice” made an appearance in an RPG Maker 2003 game I made a long time ago, titled Uggy Barfoo.  You could only buy it from a guy sitting at a table in a sketchy shop, and when you used it, it would make you go on a wacky drug trip (which sent you to another map where everything was all messed-up and nonsensical.)
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the-paintedworld · 2 years
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Тhrough the looking glass
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autistic-zukoao3 · 11 months
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I don't remember a lot from my shroom trip, but I drew this and I do remember it was from a song I was really enjoying
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It's not very cool or anything, but I do enjoy it.
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pale-flowers · 2 years
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🍃the story of how i've healed my anxiety🚬
so what u need to know is that im 18 and just an ordinary stoner, i usually get high 3 or 4 times a week with my friends. i have never heard or read about self therapizing, so the magic in the whole thing is that it was all accindetal, and it still turned out right.
lately i've been thinking about quitting marihuana or at least cutting down on my usage, since it made my already horrible anxiety even worse.
i've been suffering from anxiety and pretty bad panic attacks since the age of 14 but i never took any medication for it. and during the last couple of years it just got worse and worse. to the point that some days i couldnt even fuction properly.
BUT!!!
i was coming home last week after a rly chill and casual smoke sesh. i was sitting on the bus, and my mind was running on multiple levels. as i was sat, i thought to myself that why am i fucking anxious all the damn time, because it's rly making my life hell. and i started asking myself these questions and it all came together in my galaxy brain, because i could acess parts of my brain and memory that i generally could not. so i was anxious all the time coz i am obsessed with controll, and if something isnt under my controll i just simply could not take it. but on the other hand, if smth was indeed under my controll i still got anxious about it.
so i basically told my vulnerable stoned self that i just need to trust myself more, and if smth could not be controlled by me; i shall not worry about it coz i cant do nothing.
it seems sooooo ordinary, and yes it is but an anxious mind doesnt reconize logic, so a switch needs to be flipped in your mind in order of change.
after that i got into so many other stuff and i figured out a bunch of things about me. i even took the long way home so i could just be alone with my thoughts and figure out why i am the way i am.
IMPORTANT: i am not advising anyone to do what i did coz it can end badly, in my case it was all accidental. if you struggle with your mental health pls contact a professional, rather than having a self-explorational drug trip.
tldr: got sooo high that i therapized the shit out of myself.
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recently I got high af and had an Experience™
tldr at the end.
and it got me thinking about how when people think of "men catching a glimpse of the eldritch/divine they go mad"
and a whole ago I read a post where someone described it as an any becoming a human and experiencing and understanding human concepts and knowing things that are beautiful and terrible, but then suddenly being an ant again and being unable to describe what it experienced.
that happened to me. I ascended? and saw things that I can describe on a superficial level. I can tell you that there were pink lotus flowers in a mosaic pattern. I can tell you there were golden tigers drawing the stars. I can tell you that there was a war between shadows and it looked like a dance I can tell you that I saw shapes folding in on themselves in the shape of a human phyche, sacred configurations and beautiful colors.
but there was another layer to my sight that I cannot describe. I can tell you the shapes and colors, but there was another layer. there was something else. I cannot tell you what it was because I don't have the vocabulary. I can remember seeing and knowing but there is no way to describe it, to myself or others.
and I came away from this experience knowing that the meaning of life was not struggling to become big and memorable, but that meaning is found in comfort and pleasure.
and when I came down I felt a peace that I never had felt before.
tldr: got high, saw into the 5th dimension, the meaning of life is fuck lots and eat bread
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1-8oo-wtfbro · 6 months
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give me more fics where Eddie runs into Steve and Robin, running around after being drugged (and tortured) by the Russians at Starcourt. Steve, dopy and sweet and acting like dumbest puppy- and did i mention his face was beat in? Robin, flailing all over steve and giggling with him as they sway, more intertwined than humanly possible, eyes unfocused. and Eddie, faking calm as he tries to herd them to a bathroom and planning to kill whoever drugged his these loopy sailors that he’s been annoying all summer.
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drink-the-stars · 2 years
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"Drink deep, and believe."
They looked into their glass of Eternity. Seeing nothing better to do, they drank. The glass empty, shattered on the everything. Their eyes were everywhere. And nowhere. The room was not and was.
It was everything they did not hope because there was no hope and there was no they. There was only what was not.
At every moment in time and space they existed, therefore in the same breath they were not. Spread like jam across the Everything that is Nothing.
It was not a moment, it was not forever, it did not happen and yet it always was.
And then their eyes opened
And they were awake on a bed in the overwhelmingness of anything.
The lights not bright enough to make everything white. Darkness not black enough to make everything dark. The tiniest surface reflecting the greatest not-infinity of noise.
They could not scream, the air too thick and too thin.
Their head ached.
And yet they had returned.
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khrystyanaslife · 1 year
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dragonciphering · 2 months
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okay wtf is dan heng doing in the train during all this bullshit? star watching? playing bingo?playing sudoku? getting hyper focused on some research? drinking tea? sleeping? bcuz damn.
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b0lt420 · 5 months
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sometimez i trip so hard i miss the rainbow entirely!
🐾🌈😵‍💫🫧
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afraidparade · 25 days
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When Pazu is possessing Theo, where does Theo’s consciousness(?) go? Is he aware that he’s possessed? Is he just floating outside of his body helplessly watching Pazu being a little silly billy?
the best way i can describe what i imagine it like is trying to sleep through a bad fever. it's that feeling of being asleep but also kind of awake and conscious of your surroundings, where the only times you're able to open your eyes everything looks really blurry and overexposed, time feels like it's moving weirdly, and feeling extremely disoriented and overwhelmed (having another person sharing your consciousness is not a pleasant experience, ESPECIALLY if it's pazu). or like, if you've ever had a bad trip it's comparable to that i think. technically he's still there and semi-conscious, but his senses are so completely overwhelmed that he can't really make sense of what's happening and can hardly remember anything that occurred (plus he gets really sick afterwards)
drawing is unrelated, i have just literally been seeking an excuse to draw possessed theo for the past few days because i think he is silly
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one-time-i-dreamt · 5 months
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I was on a school field trip and we all had ice cream as a treat. It was weed ice cream. I got so high that undercover police officers got suspicious and started following me and my teacher around. In an attempt to escape from them, I ran into a pizza shop where the Da Vinki twins were making pizza dough.
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