hi hi hello ur probably not gonna see this but I just wanted to point out that you and llamagodess knowing is actually so crazy to me, like I know it shouldn’t be because both of you guys are fanfic writers in the same circle, but it’s just that I have been following the both of you for such a long time and loved all the content that the both of you have made over the years, and when I found out you two know each other I was so overjoyed ! two icons in the same community, both amazing and they know each other. crazy.
anyways I hope you’re having a good day, merry late xmas and new year 💗💗
Hehe, yeh! I know the coolest gal in the world 😎
(merry late holidaymas!)
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I’m a little intimidated but man you are so cool and nice and talented!!!!! We are friends in my mind x
anon we are friends in MY mind >:(( 💕💕
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I just read your answers for the nicest and cruelest things your ttrpg characters have ever done question and I needed to tell you your characters sound AWESOME. SUPER INTRIGUING. COOL COOL COOL
AAAAH THANK YOU!!
here's some visuals for almost everyone i mentioned, using the order i mentioned them in those tags, with names and img descriptions in alt text (wish i had better art of lucia but her personality shines through the shitpost comic at least, and dass'l is the only one im not sharing in case anyone i play him with sees it and gets character spoilers)
but aaaa this is very high praise, since it's coming from the person who made my absolute favorite ttrpg character that i neither play myself nor share a game with
(anyone else seeing this, if you haven't already, Please look at biji's drow Dandelion he is a DELIGHT)
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hi!! i used to be the purple heart anon (ik i was here vv often but sdkjfglg) but just visiting after seeing what happen!! gosh im so sorry for what happened!! there's genuinely no reason to do that so someone omg TT i hope u feel better soon :<<
hi hi! it's nice to see you again, thanks for dropping by!! and also thank you for your concern, i'm doing better thanks to my friends and family :) healing is a tricky process, but i'm gonna take it step by step and keep going since i still have so much love to give to moth <33
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MY RIIIIIIIIIIIID I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO SURVIVE THE MUSIC VIDEOS WITHOUT YOU
LOL MY YAILA!!! where there's a tae, there's a rid… and i will not be able to stay quiet when that man causes chaos, ever 😭
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Anonymous said: a random bottle of special lighter fluid meant cigarette lighters has been left for Garry. The note reads "may your light burn in darkness"
Garry stares, bewildered, at the gift and note left on his doorstep. Is this from one of his coworkers? No, only his boss knows where he lives and they aren't the type. His parents? They haven't spoken in quite a long time and he's certain they never knew of his old addiction. Then there's the particular phrasing that nags at him, drawing forth a memory he'd rather leave forgotten (a door slamming shut behind them, pitch dark ahead, no way of knowing what horrific dangers are lurking in the inky blackness ready to kill, and the empty click-click-click of his lighter failing again and again...) and instinctively he takes a step back from the bottle and paper.
May your light burn in darkness.
The only person to know about that moment (and the mask of nonchalance he wore to not frighten Ib) was Ib herself. But he never did tell her of this new habit, of triple-checking his lighter fluid every day, and the phrasing doesn't feel like her anyway.
But then who else?
There is no-one who knows.
So who...
With a deep frown as he retreads that lost step Garry reaches into his pocket, retrieves his lighter, shakily ignites it, and watches the flame contact the corner of the note. It curls and crisps with wisps of smoke that thankfully doesn't carry that old, familiar tang, and soon all that remains is a small pile of ash that he brushes aside with his shoe.
The bottle... seems to be genuine. The label is a familiar brand and the seal appears unbroken. Yet even so... He finishes unlocking the front door and picks it up as he enters his apartment, placing it down on the floor in the entryway as he locks up (and double-checks, still shaken).
That will be saved for emergencies only, or until he has the time (and courage) to test that it truly is nothing more than a bottle of lighter fluid.
Is the Gallery somehow watching?
Even now?
Has he not truly left his great-grandfather's curse behind?
Or is there simply a good samaritan out there gifting random strangers lighter fluid for emergencies?
His chest is still tight, palms sweaty. Perhaps one of those pastries he has saved in the fridge. Yes, that ought to calm his nerves. He'll go do that...
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