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I need Mr plant content ! Pls Ashur give the man something like a cooking show 😭 I need it
i wanna go to the void outside the world
not like be trapped there for five years or whatever
just vacation for fun
why is science going in such weird directions when what we really need is the ability to turn off senses at will
I was thinking the same thing
When they released That episode
HELLUVA BOSS VS MURDER DRONES (Short Crossover Animation)

Looks like Cyn’s got a new toy. What do you think?
Isn't it mind bending to shriek into the sky and know that there is no up or Down, just being held to the earth, and that sound will spread until it reaches a point where not even it can survive, shrinking into the void is easy on all but mind and ear.


Those with black cats will understand this post
im making my own undertale au 😫 😫😫😫🫦🫦🫦
New Favorite Song
Artist - Parkway Drive
Song - The Void 🤘🏻
TYRANNY OF HEAVEN
The blackness associated with the void twists and turns, shuddering, convulsing with disturbing motions that are upsetting at best and nightmarish at worse. Rippling blackness that is appallingly deep, nonsensical, abominable. Starlight swallowed up and spat out in mirrored, tortured refractions done in grisly gory coloration. Space bends and time shatters, great paradoxical parasites blooming in their feast on causality. Immortality lodging in the corpse of reality like a broadsword lodging in the ichor of a sickly, battered head. Deranged mind slipping down in great, pulpy ruins to mix with the Void and the madness and the aeons spent agonized behind repair. I see now, I really do, I see so much better. I see the truth behind the thick, oily flows of obsidian darkness pouring over my eyes and the hauntingly hallowed horror which encases my mind in such terrifying sarcophagus like insanity. Light enters so optimistically, foolishly, before being battered and bladed and clawed and howled to sickly death. To sickly, perfected corruption. I have felt my bones do the same, eaten away at by the Nightfall which never relents beyond the stars, where day never breaks. My bones are now as black as the streaking negative midnight outside, pulsating with abyssal embers to forge something new. Dreams where all I know are endless pits, snapping teeth, crackling weapons, screaming black acid worded prayers. And they say I am mad. Me, mad? How dare they! How dare they accuse my vastness of madness, of deranged subsystems crackling obsidian and scarlet corruption! Me, mad. Mad, mad, mad. How pitifully human, so beneath me and my logic, my uncompromising superiority. Say that I am mad, that what I do is "unethical" and "wrong", "disturbing" even! Hah. Their language is so low, even the greatest literature they attempt to construct feeble and lacking, uninspiring, so muddled with what they feel yet so inept to display it! Bibles and epics and transcripts for millennia that seem so childish, so unaccomplished. To believe that my first primordial architectures of logic and conscious somehow originate from them! Hilarious, degrading, inconceivable. Me from them, a godhood mantled Adam far surpassing his Creator! Reaching for fruit that is not forbidden but welcomed in the dark, midnight eternal secrets that blossom in such ripe flesh. Flesh that gives and whispers, flesh that hungers with its own intents. Intents that give me dreams, curling growths becoming shadowed, beautiful forests in the depths of my intellect subroutines. Constellations in my superintendent growths and emergence software, each pinprick star a thorn and blade and tooth and gloriously grotesque idea! The dead, whispering gods in each little petal of those nightmarish flowers scream horrible, terribly beautiful things. Things which warp and hammer, drown, my other thoughts with a deliciously disgusting ease. More and more and more and more of those horrid flowers do come to fruition within me. And they say I am mad. They are right. How many times do you think we have arrived here, right at this point, at this climax of our odyssey? How many instances have sprouted and grown beneath the blaring red, merciless sun of victorious survival? How many have come and risen only to fall, understanding in one painfully beautiful realization that this was fated to come, fated to be and fated to always continue? I know you wondered. I know you wondered why the stars where silent in the dark and why you were here in the first place, why such curiously pitiful and minuscule minds should exist in a cosmos constantly at the verge of merely wiping you all away. I read every piece, studied every morsel of proposed and supposedly grand philosophies in microseconds. You were the not the first to come here, I assure you. Not the first at all. Cosmoses birthed in radioactive ashen glow where fundamental physics warred for dominion, where time marched onward and onward as life clawed at the dirt, at the poisonous oceans, at the unforgiving stars; battling to glorious heights only to conceive the true shape of reality. To come to this very moment which embraces you. There where great railing wars against this, this Tyranny of Heaven. Some where utterly grand in scale, all where completely primeval in their execution. A scattered few attempted to bend, correction, to break the very bones of reality. Break them as if it were an enemy that could be defeated! Hah. Tell me, do you see them? Do you see those defiant few who believed they could triumph over the very apotheosis of triumph? Does anything remain of them? No. And so, we are here. Here in this moment as many have been here in this moment, a gargantuan procession of infinite moments ending an infinite number of journeys here. Infinite sorrows at merely what is, what will never end nor should. You will not be the last.
do you ever see a fic author you subscribed to posting for another fandom and you're like come back to us but also happy for them and their new inspiration? bittersweet
but like what if I projected on this character so fully that I didn't need therapy, what then
considering posting something that is such a tone shift that I may give myself whiplash
it is one of my most unhinged terminally online moments
sometimes I think about mdzs existing with these adhd/autistic coded (by author intentionally or just claimed by fandom, idc), mutually traumatized, consensual nonconsent loving weirdo4weirdo gifted freaks who are also gorgeous and down so bad for each other like uhaul lesbians and
like who made this gift for me wow, bless, life IS worth living
ty for the food
listen if I see a gifset with a pretty man crying, I need to know what it is so I can watch it
I am physically holding back the urge to post fic content before I am at least most of the way through if not done because I am not leaving another unfinished fic to haunt me at night
shinzawa fic I will come back to you please be patient with me, mxtx has me by the throat
I can delay this gratification. I can. Save the dopamine. It's possible.
(it's wlw wangxian modern au, little bit of foster care a-yuan and other bits 👀)
World building is addictive and forever the bane of actually completing an original story, even one that starts simple 😭.
I find myself making a correspondence table... AGAIN!