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Listen, I really want to draw Life Series so badly. My procrastination is refusing me to draw. And I want to pay tribute to the series since the anniversary is here. All I have to show is my traffic light-based manicure.
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I now give you Rendog, but he's literally Rendog.
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Since today is the first anniversary of GREYLOCK, I thought it would be an honor to share this playlist. This playlist consists of songs that I find accurate to the series or that I feel like it matches with the spooky and chilling vibe.
So if there are any GREYLOCK fans out there, enjoy the mix.
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The one thing that made tape 10 skin-crawling is hearing Tiffany's corpse crying in the morgue. I would hate to have a mortuary job and hear that coming from the storage. I am booking right out of there.
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Top 10 girl boss moments (she has been possessed by incomprehensible forces)
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Fingers crossed. If not another day. But that would be so cool.
Hey
What's your favorite analog horror?
Mine are these!
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Amen! The storyline is unique and just so gruesome! Tape 10 has to be one of my favorite ones 馃槺
Hey
What's your favorite analog horror?
Mine are these!
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Thank you so much
Of course!!! 馃槉
The moment I set foot into the Hermitcraft series, it was a whole new world. It's different from dsmp, but this is like the feel-good and wholesome content that everyone needs.
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There's something about Hermitcraft that makes it feel vibrant. It's always been a place for positivity and opportunity and mostly fun. And the hermits have delivered all those things. They always manage to keep people entertained with what they do on the server, they bring their creativity to life, and there is no drama being committed; it's just people having fun and growing together as a community. That's the beauty part of this series: the fun and the creativity.
Question
Can you escape his eyes? -Bdubs
Can you be anyone else鈥檚 fan? -Cubfan
Do you need a different doctor? -Doc
Did you notice the symmetry? -false
Dont worry about the bad, they鈥檙e are good times ahead -Scar
There is laughter -Grian
There is art -Gem
There is comfort -Hypno
There is solace -Iskall
There is a world of incredible things -impulse
Things to learn -Joehills
To discover -Jevin
Things to hold onto -Joel
Far beyond your eyes -Keralis
Beyond your imagination -Mumbo
Beyond reality -Pearl
Stories that unite us -Ren
Laughter that comforts us -Stress
Words that will heal us -Skizz
Fun at its center -Tango
And those we remember -TFC o7
A breath of fresh air Vintage
A defense against darker skies Wels
For young and old Xbcrafted
For the bright or the inexperienced Xisuma
Making every detail count -Cleo
And every second matter -Zedaph
You my hermits and crafters make this crazy world a little brighter and better.
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Hey
What's your favorite analog horror?
Mine are these!
猬囷笍
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I just realized what Stan really means. However I did not expect Google to say it's a mixed word for stalker and fan.
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Wish we could turn back time to when things were still okay.
Wish Techno was still here, and I wish Wilbur wasn't a shitty person.
I miss when there were four SBI. Permanently stuck at 2/4 now.
I'd rather say 2/3, actually. Wilbur doesn't deserve to be there.
Fuck Wilbur. I hope nothing else falls apart, I may not watch this side of mcyt anymore, but every time something happens, another piece of my inner child dies.
Condolences to everyone who grieves for Techno, to everyone that Wilbur hurt, and to everyone who feels like their world is crumbling because of all of this.
I miss when the dsmp was my comfort space. Sometimes, I wish I never got into the dsmp at all because of how all the recent incidents have affected me, but I ultimately don't think I regret it. The good memories are now tainted by bad, but that doesn't mean there's no good to be found. You're allowed to feel sad that it's over and a big mess now, but remember to be happy for the good it gave you then. Not all is bad, and you are not alone. I hope everyone, no matter who they are, remembers that.
You're allowed to feel sad about missing Wilbur, but remember that the person you are missing is who you thought he was, not really him. Wilbur Soot was a facade, and behind it was William Gold, who is a horrible person. This isn't about him, though. It is about Shelby and everyone else that he hurt and manipulated. To all of his ex-friends and family. He won't truly apologize for what he did, but I'm sorry he did it. I'm sorry for supporting a liar, I hope to never make that mistake again, but you can never know anymore who's real. I'm sorry that I still hear his songs in my head, I wish I could hear something else.
I still don't really know what to do with myself, and that's okay. I need to remember that one day I will. This isn't the end, and this is ultimately an enlightenment. I'd rather know about it than not, even if it makes me feel gross. This is only the end for Wilbur, which makes me glad. It's also a new beginning for everyone he hurt. It doesn't feel okay now, but recovery doesn't start off good, nor is it linear. It may not be okay right now, and it will never always be okay, but it will be okay again one day. I'm not ready to let go yet, but I will anyway, because that's the first step to learning to be okay. I'm sorry to Shubble, and everyone he lied to, including his fans. None of them deserved that. The people that he built his career off of didn't deserve that.
I don't know how to end this. I don't know how I started this. I just need to put this somewhere, or I'm going to lose my mind. I know logically I shouldn't've been this attached to him, but that doesn't change the fact that I was and that it hurts. I don't know how to feel. I don't know what to do. All I know is fuck Wilbur and support Shelby and his other victims.
I hope you can have a good day/night despite all of this, but if not, that's okay. Remind yourself that you will have good days again. Just have to wait for them.
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Here Lies the Boy known as Wilbur Soot
He was the best in the show, an apple of his kind, a diamond in the rough. One that was jagged at the edges and rotten to the core all the same.
He played his part in the only way he knew possible, taking hands outstretched his way with a smile filled with cyanide and eyes filled with graciousness at the humility of others over himself. Truly a sight to behold, what majesty. Such grace. To consider those below him when he had no time to do so with his touring and whatnot. How splendid.
He did all that he could to better himself, relinquishing his woes in song rather than working on himself in private. Not for the better of course, work is for the common after all. No, rather to air out his dirty laundry under the pretense of an act. And what an act it was. Haha, teehee, what a great act to see the incel he could never me. Who me?
Never.
A ship in a bottle, a cat in a castle, a banana peel on a sidewalk. Fragile to fall but nothing out of his control, small in a world far bigger than the one he knows, a punchline waiting its blows.
All of this was him.
At least, not the one he wanted to be. Or the one he wanted us to see. Rather the one he left backstage, in his dressing room, in a tote, under the desk, dead to the world that never knew he existed. Or in a chatroom, behind a door, even in the black mirror as soon as the stream ended. When the show was done, the audience left. There he was, the man disillusioned with the consequences of his actions. A taunt to everyone who wants to see the good in people, even when we know that's not true but we hope for it anyway.
He was the great pretender. He pushed the button, he sang the songs, he had a family, and he lost it all.
We fell for it, and we'll do it again.
But god damn it, there is a reason we mourn. At least the memory of them.
Because in this disappointment, we have community. In this sadness, we once had hope. In his name, we had worlds. We are the ones who will never see buttons the same way. We are the ones that are haunted by the implication of salmon. We are the ones who don't think of hallelujah when we hear that broken melody.
For the oldest of us, we will think of the soot house as a soot home before our lungs give out. And for the youngest, we will see everything that he promised us in his daughter and then some- because she's real. At least to us. and to anyone who dares to wonder who Wilbur Soot was, we will say "no one that matters." because he doesn't. It's what we take from him that dose.
I don't know about you, but L'manburg was made by Tommyinit as a safe space for his friends and his discs, Talulah was born not for a white man but out of hope, and soot house, that's a month-long coughing fit that gave me momentary highs in the suffocation.
Wilbur Soot is a name that has as much power as we give it, and I'm not giving it the satisfaction of my quarantine.
Here lies Wilbur Soot, a man that's grave is gonna be pissed on by those who remember it.
Thanks for reading. This is my way of getting my emotions out. Take it as seriously as you want. We're all going through it right now. Take care of yourselves.
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real footage of me when even more of the people who defined my childhood/early teens turn out to be shitheads
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Hey Tumblr and fans. So I want to take a break from drawing for now because Twitter had blown up because of the Wilbur Soot allegations. I would like to discuss it because I feel disappointed.
Before the allegations, Wilbur was an inspiration to me. Even though I never saw much of him in the new Sorry Boys or QSMP, I always listen to his music. And I was hoping to become a singer one day and I would say how much I was inspired by him.
But then Shubble talks about the abusive stuff her ex did to her. And all fingers point to Wilbur. I was thinking to myself that we don't know it could be him and it might be someone else but when he confessed that he did it and "apologized", saying it was playful, all hell just broke loose. And I embraced it. I was disgusted and heartbroken that what he did to Shelby and Niki and all of the rest that he hurt, I couldn't stand him.
So I'm taking a break from Tumblr until I sort myself out. I'm still thinking about drawing MCYT but I'm not drawing anything related to Wilbur or his band. I know now that the only people that inspire me to be who I am are Techno and Ranboo. They're the ones who inspire me to embrace my weirdness and artistic skills. And I have more inspiration from other music artists than Lovejoy.
That's all I gotta say to get it off my chest. And before I go, I want you guys to support Shelby. I never saw much of her videos but I've heard many wonderful things about her. If you could read this, Shelby, just know that we are all very proud of you and we appreciate everything about you. Thank you for reading and listening and I'll see you when I'm feeling confident. Take care.
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Just a little scar head
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She's not gone. She's just up in space traveling through the stars.
For Queen Jellie, thanks for the memories and the good times.
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