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thechairanon · 14 days
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AITA for making someone lose the game?
You just lost the game.
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thechairanon · 16 days
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Internal Log - 27
[A document tucked in the back of the files on the tablet once more]
I don't know what happened to the others really. All I know is that at some point I stopped seeing them around. Some of them vanished entirely before the Lively Ones did. I don't know where they went. My Friend says that there were problems between the Artist and them.
I do not know what to think of this. My Friend doesn't either. The music is still there, although it's usually loud now. It's almost comfortable now.
I miss the Lively Ones. My Friend does too. They say that it all ends eventually, and that eventually we both will simply cease to exist at some point as well. I know. I almost wish They would find something else for me to do though.
They say that They might be able to find something new for me to do, maybe with others again. I don't mind the quiet. I miss learning new things.
I don't think I ever learned where the music comes from. They - My Friend doesn't know if They hear it. Sometimes they do, but not often. Bad days They said.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the song, just lyrics to a tune that's gone so long without them.
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thechairanon · 16 days
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FINALLY GOT MY ASS TO COMPLETE SOMETHING LETS GOOO
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@how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au , they are watching cat videos <3
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thechairanon · 23 days
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HELLO! IT’S ME, YA BOY.
I know other anons already did posts like this a few days ago, but I’m a procrastinator and wanted to put in more thought about what I’ll do with this blog.
I’m not gonna delete it because it has too many good memories and because I also still have some more lore I want to write/post for Chair. I’m not quite ready to give her up yet.I regards to what I’ll do after that, my main is @spoonstheoracle. It’s a lurker blog for now, but I am planning on trying to step outside my comfort zone and interact with other people through there (which I haven’t done yet due to the Anxiety™). But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop interacting with other anons through this blog (I would honestly love to talk to more anons in character. That day we all ganged up on 8ball and her notes was probably one of the greatest in-character days we had).
(This part is more aimed at the mod(s) of the anon discord server) I am trying to get my legal guardian’s permission to get discord for the server and am planning on asking for the whatchamacallit to join. If I can’t convince my parents, then sadness and despair forever /lh /j
But otherwise, yeah. To call this an amazing time would be an understatement. This blog and all of the anons helped me broaden my comfort zone when it comes to interacting with people on the internet. I’m so glad I got to meet all you goofy goopy goobers. I love you all (/platonic, obviously) and thank you so much for everything.
With much love, 🪑
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thechairanon · 25 days
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thechairanon · 25 days
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Sighs and places this on table
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thechairanon · 25 days
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thechairanon · 25 days
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I meant to get this out sooner but life kicked me in the ass several times over the past week
@totally-average-kid here's Niki's lines for the comic dub!
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thechairanon · 27 days
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I'm really sad that Ship Jumping is going to be over soon.
I've been crying for three days straight over people deciding to leave their Anon Blogs and I thought that it was because I felt guilty for the recent twist making people think they had to leave, but I think that I'm just sad at the idea of this community we've built up over these past four months disappearing.
I'm sad that there will be no more amazing fan art, no more interesting interactions between askers and characters, no more people filling the ask box faster than I can empty just wanting to be the next person to ask Whatever vital question is on everyone's mind.
I'm so sad that all of this is going to be over soon and I can't even handle it.
I love all of you so much. You were the best group of stray cats I ever had. I love the art you made and even though I kind of de-canonized them I loved your Anon-sonas! I love how funny and perceptive and kind you all are and how hard you fought to give these characters a happy ending. The idea that I may never interact with you or talk about generation loss with you and draw art for you or vice versa just kills me and I'm so sad that all of this is going go away forever.
This was an incredible experience and I can't stop crying.
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thechairanon · 28 days
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Sighs and places this on table
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#<3
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thechairanon · 30 days
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Wrote this as a fun little "Haha what if" scenario, but it ended a lot more existential-y than I thought it would.
What if I chose the Spoon emoji instead of the Chair emoji?
Spoons smiled at her reflection.
“Hello, pretty!” She said to herself. “You’re dazzling.”
Spoons spun around, taking in herself.
Her skin was slightly gray and shone like a ceramic doll. Her wavy silver hair gathered at her shoulders. She wore a dusty light purple renaissance festival style dress with a dark purple corset. Her belt clinked every time she moved due to the amount of spoons tied to it. Her black flats had beads sewn into the sides.
Spoons leaned into the mirror to take a closer look at her facial features.
Her eyes were a bright, startling green with flakes of gold and purple. Her mouth was full of sharp teeth that glinted in the unnatural light of the Void.
“Hello!” Chair greeted. They stood at the side of the mirror so she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of their own reflection. “Welcome to the Void. What’s your name?”
“I’m you,” the new anon answered, “but you can just call me Spoons.”
“I… I’m sorry? What? Y-” Chair tried to process what the other anon said. “You’re me? No you’re not, I’m me. I think.”
Spoons laughed. “No, no. I’m what could’ve been you if our Creator had rolled with what she was familiar with: Spoons! That’s their IRL nickname, did you know?”
“N- no… Why did-”
“Why did she choose a chair emoji over a spoon emoji?” Spoons interrupted. “She thought it was funny. She saw a chair emoji in her ‘recently used emojis’ tab or whatever it’s called, and now here you are!” Spoons smiled. “A happy accident.”
“So why are you here?” Chair asked.
Spoons shrugged. “It’s April Fool’s day, so I think she just made me to explain why you’re here. My design was created within, like, fifteen minutes. Kind of like yours! Our Creator made your first reference post barely a day after the anons were first created.”
“Are you here for revenge, then?” Asked Chair. She got ready to run. “Because I’m here and you aren’t?”
Spoons laughed. “I don’t have time to seek revenge! Our Creator made me a more laid-back character, kind of like the Spoons before me. I’m going to stop existing by tomorrow and you’ll forget about me by then too, so I’d rather spend my short existence having fun than plotting vengeance.”
“Oh. That’s kind of sad. Doesn’t that make you angry?”
“Angry? For not being able to live for very long?” She thought for a moment. “Nah, I’m not angry. You’re really cool! I’m just a little sad that I won’t really be able to interact with the other anons as me instead of as you.”
“I’m sorry about that, but… does that mean I’m not real either?” Chair asked. “Like how Death Hetch was saying he’s not real?”
“Of course we’re not real,” Spoons giggled, “you silly. We were never real. But we’re loved. And I think that’s really all that matters, don’t you?”
Chair looked away. She supposed that was the case, but… “Where will we go when we’re done?”
“Oh, who knows! You’ll stay in the Void because that’s what’s expected of you and your character. After that, your image and name will probably be used as a minor character in whatever future projects our Creator decides to work on. I’m a reimagined version of another Spoons, and I think I look great.”
Chair sat down on their chair. “What was your original version like?”
“She was a fighter. Which makes sense because she was made specifically for a LARP day at a summer camp our Creator was at. Then that waterfalled into another character, then another, and then me! But you?” Spoons leaned forward so she was eye-to-eye with Chair. “You’re original. Even if you were made for a roleplay for a comic our Creator enjoys, you’re creativity and originality at her greatest.”
A crack grew on Spoons’ skin and through her left eye. Chair gasped. “Woah. What is that?”
The shiny anon reached up to her face to feel the crack that grew. “I don’t know. It could be one of two things: my form is unstable because it’s unfinished, or something just happened in our Creator’s life and it's being reflected on me. I’m betting on the former. Either way, I’m off to explore the Void before I die. Happy April First!”
Chair watched helplessly as Spoons happily skipped away. “Bye…”
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thechairanon · 1 month
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thechairanon · 1 month
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
KICKS DOWN THE DOOR
HEY: HTFASJ FANS
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I FINALLY GOT THE FIRST EPISODE DONE AND ITS SET TO PREMIRE!! COME JOIN IN!!!
@how-to-fail-at-ship-jumping-au
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thechairanon · 1 month
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Wood chips!
guys lets make a sandwich ill start
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thechairanon · 1 month
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:000
I might start hrt!!!!
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thechairanon · 1 month
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Some Egg lore, pre-tapes.
He's always been a strange boy.
He looked down at his hands and smiled, seeing a wonky little face stare back at him. He grabbed a pen from his bedside table and drew another little face on his thumb, smiling at it.
He looked up around his room, faces and faces and faces and faces staring back. Smiling, frowning, crying. Eyes closed peacefully, open happily, squinted suspiciously, clenched painfully.
The sight made him shake, giggling to himself as he kicked his legs happily, beginning to hyperventilate as he tossed over on his side and stared at one of the faces on the wall, eyes staring at him as he stared at them.
"Good morning", he said, gently rubbing his hand over the face, tracing delicate circles over the eyes. He took a deep breath before ripping one of the faces off the wall and staring at it before crushing it in his hands, unable to hold back the massive smile on his face. He imagined the face twisted in agony, mouth screaming in pain, eyes begging for mercy as they were crushed.
Crushing them in his hands. Destroying them.
He giggled again before taking the cardigan from the end of his bed and pulling it on, walking towards the door, the eyes following him.
The eyes following him.
Eyes plastered all over his walls. Eyes glancing anxiously from his kitchen. Eyes crinkled in mocking laughter in the streets.
Eyes watching him, following him, all the time.
They always did.
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thechairanon · 1 month
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Hey bestie, you don't have to answer this I just wanted to share a song that makes me think of your sona :]
I'm A Marionette by Ghost
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THIS IS SUCH A GOOD SONG AAAAA The lore ideas! Thanks for recommending it to me!
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