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- 16 yo- audhd + anxiety- everyday survivalist !!current hyperfixation:tmc, deltarune, omori, faith the unholy trinity
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One last thing…
Art works for Funkdela Catalogue FNF mod Left-behind and poses tests for THONK
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Guess what? More Mandela :D
The brainrot resumes, open your eyes. Do you Understand?
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#deltarune#deltarune chapter 2#kris dreemurr#kris deltarune#kris dreemur fanart#deltarune fanart#spamton#spamton g spamton
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coming back here for a bit to say this. block this account. op has invalidated and victim-blamed several victims of alex, including myself, and has misgendered the op of the main callout doc of alex on several occasions. (stirring uses they/he pronouns and this user continues to misgender them regardless). also, they're a tmc nsfw artist, so that's already saying something about their character.
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MESSAGE FOR ALL TMC FANS
Roughly an hour to 2 hours ago there was a post on Twitter calling out Alex Kister and things he did to friends and workers. The information given in through a 10,860 word (27 page) document going over people’s past interactions with him and things he’s done to them. No names are given. As stated before this was released an hour or two so not many people have seen it. It’s still best to spread the word. I will be posting the document here as well as the Twitter user who posted this. THERE ARE NO TWS TO THE DOCUMENT SO I WILL PROVIDE THEM.
This is all the information we have as of right now. We will have to wait for any updates (to come) but as of right now BE ADVISED.
TRIGGER WARNINGS!!
Manipulation, mention of sexual content, death/suicide threats, self harm threats, sexual harassment, hypersexuality, sexualization of non-con, interactions between adult and minor, brief sexualization of minor(s).
IF I MISS ANY TWS PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!!! I haven’t yet finished the document so there might be some warnings I missed!!!!!!
https://x.com/stirringjuice/status/1767596954748383688?s=46
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Posting my statement here about my experiences with Alex. I don't think I'll be on Tumblr much after this.
Listen to victims.
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Spreading this to here as it is very important !!
(I was not the creator of this doc, it was created by stirringjuice on Twitter, I’m simply posting it on this site to make people here aware of it)
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The Definition of Insanity
You snap wires.
Frantic fingers spindle across the inky blackness, taking hold of taut strings the colour of poison. You retch slightly as they pull apart in your hands, bursting like blood vessels and staining everything they touch with the stench of death.
You snap wires.
And all the while, his voice bores into your skull, wheeling and dealing even as he tries to kill you. Even as you try your very hardest to give him what he wants.
You snap wires.
SOUL burning hot like a phoenix in its final moments, shooting down offer after offer, pleading with this jittering, broken creature to stop, stop, please stop before one of us does something we're both going to regret...
You snap wires.
You can't remember how long you've been doing this for. You don't even know what you're doing, why you ever listened to his words in the first place. What had he promised in the space between his outbursts... and to whom?
And still, you snap wires. It's either that or die.
So you snap, and you snap, and you snap, and you
snap
Then there's only one left, shimmering in the darklight, so gossamer-thin that you cannot comprehend how it can still support the clanking, man-shaped junk it's attached to. He spins around it like a demented ballerina, professing heartfelt thanks to the friends he was trying to murder mere seconds before. Pleading with you to cut the final cord, to make him a real boy.
Your fingers move before you can respond. And the sound of his cold, lifeless body slamming into the ground stays with you for the rest of your life. The shock is so great that you almost collapse yourself, adrenaline finally loosing its death-grip on your body.
You are wracked with a great and terrible sigh, before you--/
/--snap wires.
...strings the colour of poison... bursting like blood vessels... stench of death.
...you've been here before, you realise, as you snap wires.
He wheels and deals, firing everything he has at you in a vain attempt to get you to give him what he wants. You would if you could... if it had ever been in your power to do so.
All you can do now is snap wires. And that is all you do.
Your fingers move on their own, as if compelled by an outside force. Pinch and twist, reminding you of shelling peas with your mom before Sunday dinner.
You can't recall the last time you saw her. You think that perhaps you should apologise to her if you ever make it out of here alive. You were always such a wilful child. Always getting into trouble of some kind or another.
And now here you were, making deals with something you couldn't even begin to fathom.
You cannot hear your friends anymore - they do not respond to you calls. And the salesman seems to become all-encompassing before you, drunk on ill-gotten power - power you helped him acquire. You close your eyes as he makes you an offer that you are unable to refuse.
Pain washes over you, and you--/
/--snap wires.
Poison... Blood... Death... this could be the fifth time; it could be the five-hundredth time. It doesn't matter, because all you can do is snap wires.
The salesman screams at you, and your SOUL screams back, roaring with anger and pain and frustration. Does it want the same thing as you do? Is it... trying to help? Or... or is this just a game to it. Fighting the same battle again and again, trying for a high score?
You ponder this as it makes you snap wires.
Perhaps this was punishment for trying too hard. For trying to help somebody who seemed to be suffering. You never understood what your mother meant when she told you the road to hell was paved with good intentions. To your child's mind, not yet versed in the world's wicked ways, this statement was a nonsense, an affront.
But now you get it, as you snap wires. Oh God, do you understand.
You always knew he was the same as you. Something BIG had seized his heart, just as it has seized yours. Prisoners of a destiny that was not theirs. You saw a caged bird crying for release, but you did not see the venomous spider using its corpse as a suit. In trying to make him more like you, you exposed yourself to the risk of becoming more like him.
Damaged. Deranged. Desperate. Dangerous.
And as your fingers become snared in his wires, and you stare transfixed into each other's eyes, you see the fate set out before you, and scream.
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You snap wires.
Sometimes, you live.
Sometimes, you die.
It doesn't matter.
You snap wires.
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it's been awhile since I've worked on this project! I've had this verse finished for months but didn't want to post it on its own, and instead wait until the whole thing is strung together to show the final result all at once. But I'm tired of holding onto it, so here is one section of my deltarune animation! My art tag has other clips if anyone is interested in seeing more~
(song: "The Hymn of Axciom" by Vienna Teng)
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hyakugojyuuichi 2003 animation!! FINALLY ITS DONEEE
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A [[JPEG]], A [[digital_camera_click.mp3.exe]]
DON’T TELL ME I’M [[Feeling unwell?]]
(Song is “Scroll Patrol” by Rinse And Repeat)
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reminds me of future eve by sasakure.uk :DD
oh sun...☀️
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