I Have Been Cursed. I Cant Draw Any Other Ribbongramers But 001. They Refuse To Leave Me Alone

I have been cursed. I can’t draw any other ribbongramers but 001. They refuse to leave me alone

*Holding a bloody scalpel and 7 crumpled up pieces of paper, hair comically disheveled and visible eye bags* Yeah no I totally understand you Ayame

Trial 1 - 005 Memory report

Record no.1

I want to talk to someone, though we're in a fight again. Mhm, I know, if you're a part of my fate, we'll always come back together, so I don't need to worry. Meadow flowers, fluffy clouds covering my head, taking messy photos that only we will keep. Look, there's a cat! We exchange cosmetics and aroma candles; of course, bracelets of our colors as well. It's dark in the park, though I think it's supposed to be daytime; I don't see the stars either. But I guess they wouldn't be seen in the city… I receive a fish-shaped cake from a smudged, flickering silhouette. I can't remember the taste anymore. Huh? What is this weird cold? The decorative pillow that you gifted me lies in my bed, next to all of my beloved plush toys. I put my head on your shoulder; we point out what around us reminds of your current story and laugh; then you write our names on the riverfront’s fence. I really didn't want to wake up today, but not that I have a choice! I carry an anchor in my chest everywhere with me and doze off during classes. With the sound of alarm clock — one of my favorite songs, of course — I open several blank chats, deliver good mornings and fall asleep again. Huh? Where was the true love?

Record no.2

Once I stay on my own at home, I sing along to my favorite songs! The ones that fill me with energy, or perhaps with a sweet, warm melancholy, ah, but my pitch breaks at songs that are too slow— I can't utter a sound in this thick water. Nothing is working out; I'm locked in the helplessness of having no skill nor confidence. Mhm. Putting away my phone, I sit in silence. I'm tired after school, you're busy with the theater club; we'll go out on the weekend, surely… Huh? Wait, I have another audience. Oh, and you need to host a group game… How annoying, I don't care then. I’m going to be good today. Don't feel and don't show too much, no tears and no requests, smile whenever you're talked to; capricious kids get scolded, patient kids receive a reward at the end of the year — I learned this rule right after my first breath. Kind of suffocating… Looking up at the white ceiling instead of the star-filled sky, the light barely gets through… How do people write stories? I would like to try my hand at it too. …Hm, but keeping it as a secret would be horrible. Because I'm watched and I'm a proper friend—

Record no.3

I know it's not that bad. It's also not serious at all. I keep quiet and nod and listen, but no one is talking to me. I want to run away from this place. Hate! Hate! Hate! Where are we going today? You squeeze ▆ hand tightly. With life slowly returning to nature, there's now such a nice breeze and a blooming view! Let's take messy photos that only we will keep; huh, but ▆ really dislikes having ▆ photo taken. Hm, what a shame. You do enjoy smiling and posing a lot, though! Though you can't look at these photos afterwards. Ah, it'd be easier to get reborn. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Don't come near. The spring sky is falling down. If there was another you, completely identical — would you hurt her, insult her, and remind her of the worthlessness that only you and her can see? What a stupid clichê — a person with a burning self-hatred yet a kind soul within; those who aren't kind to themselves aren't kind to others as well. I want to remember only nice things. I want to remember only nice things. I want to remember only nice things. I wish I could remember only nice things. I wish I could remember only nice things.

I wanna make a master list of all ocgram character birthdays (that I know of)

your posts dont seem to be showing up in the tags what is this mad world....

I’VE NOTICED THAT I never show up in the tags… None of my other posts show up either… Tumblr hates me… 💔💔

One of the ribbongram prisoners birthdays is soon… I’m sorry 002… I promise I’ll make birthday art for you next year… 💔💔💔

Happy birthday in my time zone to this bitchass fucking cat. I love you Kenta Mikoshiba 🫶🫶