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gardeniacat · 3 months
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slenderman note I made during school
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pix3l8ed · 5 months
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Coolio fr
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lassie-face · 20 days
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Almost this beautiful boys birthday
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noyakwajhang · 7 months
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Be what you want to be, be cause you're your own creation
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moldy-cheese-being · 8 months
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*shakes cow bell or something*
SCOTT PILGRIM FANDOM!! STOP DYING AND BEHOLD MY MEME!!!!
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theangelcatalogue · 1 month
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New fandom on the list!
TALES OF ACARDIA!!!
Where is the fandom? Where it is??
Even Garten of Baban haves a fandom, but TOA Franchine no??? Wtf
YEAH IT'S FUCKING 11:00 PM( I GUESS) AND I AM ASKING MYSELF IF TOA HAVES FANDOM OR NO
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bangsinc · 11 months
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🖤 Dot by Dot, Heart to Heart - Chapter One ⚪️
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Hi everyone! So, this is my first fanfic. Ever, lol. I mean ever that I was confident enough to post. Credit to @trenchcoatbees for the wonderful idea! And thank you to @indago-snake for tagging me! So, this is going to be run by chapters, and I might upload it on Ao3. cool, right? Just gotta wait.
Enjoy! I hope the read more thing works
The Brooklyn streets came alive with the vibrant rhythm of the city, each step echoing with the pulse of a thousand stories aching to be told. Many stories had finished long ago, but not this one. His pace is quickened as he adjusts the misshapen, rather unfashionable hat atop his head.
A man walks through an empty alleyway in Brooklyn, a worn-down trenchcoat clinging to his misshapen figure. He was a man of many talents, but little features, the only discernible thing about him was the holes that lined his body, which was covered by blank, canvas like skin. He walks with no purpose, although he used to. He’s not the same man, not anymore at least. And nobody remembered who he once was.. not a soul who wandered the crooked, ever-changing streets of New York City cared to learn what happened to Dr. Jonathan Ohnn..
No.. not Jonathan Ohnn.
The spot.
He’d given that name up long ago, back when he had lost everything.
He walks the streets mindlessly, hoping to come across something that might help his dilemma. A man with a power he can’t even comprehend correctly, no friends, no family, no job.. not anymore. What was once everything he knew was nothing but an unfinished story, one that ended too early.
Spot steps on something, his foot quickly dragging away from it onto the pavement. He looks down, his orifice squinting to get a better view. The figure on this paper was oddly.. familiar. Perhaps it was something that could help him, although highly unlikely. He gave up looking for things such as that.
Things that.. who.. who is this?
He picks up the paper curiously, his opposing hand brushing the dust and attempting to straighten it to its former integrity. He wasn’t sure why this called to him so much.. it, it echoed to him almost. Like a distant memory, an old friend who was calling to him. A warm feeling he wished for, a feeling he hadn’t felt since the collider.. had..
Those who pass by might only see a man who’d found something of no interest. They pass with no curiosity or solicitousness, getting on with their lives as they always had. But The spot stayed there, his grip on the paper softening. It was a photo, more specifically of him. He’d know it from anywhere, from the idiotic, carefree smile he had to the hooked nose and unkempt hair. His fingers trace upon what once was, a tinge of envy settling in his new form.
But that wasn’t what truly had caught the enigmas attention. No, it was the words below his old photo. ‘MISSING’ was written in big, bold letters. The red font had faded with age, some of the text failing to be read, but he could understand the greater picture of the narritave, and it’s that someone was truly looking for him. Someone, out there, in the big bustling city of New York, missed him.
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qiqinal · 5 months
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Jesterban people get your juice or pills????
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themynock · 4 months
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hello tumblr dot com, I'm several years late to the campaign star wars party but I'm listening to it now & it is affecting me so much that I had to make an entire sideblog about it. how are you today
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quofide · 7 months
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Remembering "Angel Hare"
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This is Angel Hare. An indie series made by the Mangan Sisters/The East Patch. Sometime around 2022.
It's one of my favorite Analog Horror Series. But sadly not a well known one. It's also relatively new as it's first episode is only a year old.
The next few excerpts I have taken from TV Tropes becouse I couldn't do them justice. I'm not a thief. Just incompetent.
"The story follows a young man named Jonah, who one day walks into a thrift store and discovers an official VHS copy of an old childhood show he used to love: Angel Hare, a 6 episode Christian based cartoon about the adventures of Francis the Badger and his friend Angel Gabby, the titular angelic hare.
Overcome by nostalgia and an old sense of comfort, he buys the tape, despite already having all the episodes of the original airing of the show recorded back home, anddecides to watch it, but he immediately notices that something is … off.
The show as presented on the tape is completely different from the one he remembers. Fortunately, he does have his own recording of the show to compare it to, so he starts uploading comparison videos of the two versions of the show onto Youtube.
From there he finds himself going down the rabbit hole of childhood memories as he slowly starts to realize exactly how strange his old recording actually is, and that Angel Gabby is definitely way more than she seems.
He may have forgotten Angel Hare, but Angel Hare sure hasn't forgotten him."
I watched the entire show at the beginning of the year. I loved it. But it looked like it was over...
UNTIL IT WASN'T!
They posted new Episodes! And made a new plot hook! I was even mentioned! Me! Some nobody from nowhere!
So in return I thought I'd try to support them in the only way I could before I get a Patreon. By spreading awareness baby!
So.. Uh... Go watch it? Subscribe to the East Patch, like and comment so the algorithm notices it.
It's a very unique type of story. Maybe even a bit of a subversion.
Also if you haven't noticed, I'm not very good at promoting.
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spageds · 2 months
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happy birthday richie tozier most annoying piece of shit ever
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exar547 · 27 days
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hey again axis nation
so recently i noticed that despite the other Undertale Yellow main characters' overworld sprites being uploaded onto Demirramon.com (the funny utdr text box generator place), Axis did not have one overworld sprite of him uploaded, plus there being a criminal lack of Axis sprites being uploaded in general. so, i decided to head over to The Spriter's Resource and do it myself!! To save my own sanity not EVERY sprite is included, only the ones i feel people will really want to use, but if there is a sprite you want me to add to the pack let me know!! you can find it by searching "Overworld Axis" or by clicking here. please do keep in mind that some of the sprites in the pack are rather spoiler-heavy, so if you do not want the story of Undertale Yellow spoiled to you then i recommend playing the game or watching a playthrough before viewing the sprite pack!!
if anyone knows which artist(s) made specifically the Axis overworld and dialogue sprites, please let me know :( as of now i can't credit them
plus here's a little showcase!! sort of
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hornkneebee · 7 months
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//no warning tags applied, 502 words//
How irresponsible, Mark thinks. The Farmer is always stretching themselves thin. From managing their farm, running people's errands, fighting monsters within the shadows–the Farmer has a lot on their plate.
And despite Mark's initial indifference towards the Farmer, pity begins to well when he sees the Farmer sleeping so soundly beneath the tree in the Woodlands. Sleeping so peacefully that even the bypassing insects weren't startled by their moving chest.
Might be from exhaustion, he thinks. No wonder; day and night the Farmer goes here and there doing things of many sorts.
Mark sighs. How can the Farmer be so irresponsible. Sure, sleeping on the open grass under the shade of the oak tree seems nice, but he'd reckoned the Farmer might get rashes and itches all across their body.
Mark approaches the Farmer, crouching so that he can see the Farmer's face that is partially obscured by their straw-hat (did the Farmer bought it recently?), gently nudging the Farmer to wake.
Yet, the Farmer remains oblivious towards Mark's nudging. Instead, they lean more towards the tree, a small, satisfied smile etches across their face as they say "Just five more minutes," as though Mark was waking the Farmer up from their daily sleep.
Mark sighs, again. How helpless. With one swift motion, Mark hoists the Farmer up, craddling them protectively to ensure their security within his arms before walking. Their home is not that far, so it is not that far of a journey.
But such sudden movement immediately jolts the Farmer awake, their eyes widen as they were lifted out from the earth below before they begin to register the presence of strong arms around them, securing them in place. Only when the Farmer turns towards Mark does they speak.
"M-mark?!" the Farmer's mouth agape, still trying to make sense of the situation, "What are you doing?"
"Bringing you home," Mark says, his face stoic and cold as ever yet his tone betrays the warmth that already exuding within, "You're tired."
The Farmer doesn't know what to say to that. Indeed, they were tired.
"I..." Alas, there's no other appropriate response but a little, "Thank you... Mark..."
Despite his overall apathetic aura, his lips quirk upwards a bit, though not noticeable enough for anyone to notice.
"You know, it's amazing how you manage to keep all those plants alive..." he sighs, now the Farmer's farm is within views. He sees a vast piece of land decorated by nothing but crops that the Farmer had planted. Otherwise, there's untouched land beyond the fences.
"Yet you can barely take care of yourself." and Mark's expression soften a bit. He then looks down at the Farmer, who has a bewildered expression across their face.
"You ought to take better care of yourself, okay?" and as if the last wall had collapsed, the Farmer witnesses Mark smiling. Not at anyone else. Or anything else. But at them.
The Farmer smiles. Again, still confused, yet they're slowly taking in this development.
"Thank you, Mark."
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🌻A little note from me🌻
Thank you for reading! I hope you like this one! I really love Mark and the only other fan fiction of Mark is about him adopting a pet and I love it so much!!! To contribute to the scarcity of Mark-related content, I wrote this one just for fellow Mark-lovers out there!
Also, if you notice, the last few dialogues from Mark is heavily taken and inspired from his own dialogue in game;
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Which I interpret as Mark softening up with the Farmer, which is a development I yearn for!!!
Anyway, again, thank you for reading and see you guys when I see you!!!
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alone...
at the edge of a universe...
humming a tune...
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r0dzmorningstar · 16 days
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re dibuje esto con mi diseño de luci y un diseño medio improvisado d char (falta algunas cosas aun no esta terminado)
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hecking-person · 3 months
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This was originally for pride month, finished it in July and this is part 3 of my hypothesis. This might do well, I hope it does. LOOK GAY HAIKAVEH.
(If this is shit quality blame me taking this from my Google drive because I'm tired. Maybe I'll fix it in the future with the version on my tablet idk.)
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