Inevitable

goodbye to one of the goodest girls of all time :( thank you for being the silly little meme dog that made my younger days so much fun o7

Kids who grew up

i think the way it was handled was iffy but the sentiment is good. with all the legal stuff keeping the server running was only going to spiral in the same way the dsmp did, with promises of people logging back on and events that would never come to fruition. fully ending “season one” gives them as much time as possible to sort their shit out, as there’s no rush to juggle behind-the-scenes stuff with the creators actively trying to play on the server. if they want the project to continue, which is clear they do, i think this is the best option. since the server is no longer running i hope they don’t feel any pressure to rush things and actually iron everything out before the second iteration 👍

spamblue content after like a whole year

asks from @/mcytblrconfessions

altercation

This is longshot, If ever this is the second or third time I sent you an ask message, I apologize. I am sending random ask for the urgent help i need to attend my medication. I am Lyn, resident of Gaza, living 7-10 km from Khan Yunis camp. Recently, an atomic bomb exploded near my home. As a result, I have been diagnosed with leukemia and severe cardiovascular diseases. I urgently need cyclophosphamide (Neosar) and Evolocumab injections but cannot afford them due to being unable to work. Kindly asking for your time to go through my pinned post for help, thank you.

This is a scam ask. No atomic bomb has went off anywhere, it would be all over the news if that was true. Also if the sender was truly near where one exploded, they wouldn’t survive long enough to be blogging on [tumblr] they’d be dead. I hate to be so blunt but it is the truth and the sender is lying to you to make things seem much worse when the truth is the news would tell you already if such an event happened. No one’s going to be on here blogging if this happened near them. No one.

Im probably going to end up changing these even after all the hours spent on this sheet 🫶

Anwyays I love her

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[I.D. A colored but unrendered reference sheet of Helsknight consisting of three full body drawings all with the same base and posing. From left to right they are: Hels in full armor, Hels in a more casual outfit with armored boots and shoulders as well as a red vest and white undershirt, and Hels in nothing but boxers. The background is pale pink and on the left side is vertical writing that reads 'HELSKNIGHT' while on the right is a low opacity image of her Minecraft skin. END I.D.]

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I love musical theater. I may not be a theater kid stereotype, but I always found it as an interesting way to tell a story. But despite the fact I personally don’t think it’s that big of a deal, a lot of my relatives seem to take me as “the musical girl”. My mother made my 17th birthday musical themed. A lot of my Christmas presents were musical related, I’m sure you’d get it. A couple of weeks back though, my cousin in Michigan, who I don’t really know, suddenly sent me a DVD with blue sharpie on it, simply reading “The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals” in all capital letters due to how much of a mouthful that name is, I’m going to refer to it as TGWDLM for the rest of this. The DVD itself was rather normal looking. She didn’t send me the box it came in, which is probably the reason why it was labeled in sharpie, cause without it, god knows what it could be. It could be a musical or a gore video, so thanks to her for that.

As for the contents... Well, it was a Pro-shot of a musical! The story was about a man named Paul, a guy who... didn’t like musicals! The opening song seems to portray this as a huge deal but to be honest, it isn’t. One day, on the opening night of a Mamma Mia! production in the real-life ghost town of Hatchetfield, Michigan (but populated, obivously), a meteor hits, carrying alien spores of a musical hivemind. One interesting fact is that the zombies are the only ones who sing, and dear god, some of their songs are so camp, but I guess that’s the joke. Also, I can definitely see an influence from Invasion of The Body Snatchers, hell, they even reference it. The musical itself had more laughs than scares for me, but the curtain call gave me fucking chills. The unusual parts though, come from not the musical itself, but what comes after it. There’s a behind-the-scenes, with a lot of content. There were audition tapes, director's commentary, easter eggs... I personally found it as fascinating as the musical itself! There was some mentions of a earlier version of the script, with some interesting parts that weren’t in the original, for example; Paul, Ted, Bill, and Charlotte all worked at a review site similar to IGN or Buzzfeed, or that Alice, in a strange trance, spouts out a bible quote. I began to feel like these random people, from an obscure theater company, were people I knew. But as fun as the behind the scenes are, that is not why I’m here. After the behind-the-scenes, there was just... A black screen. For like, 4 or 3 minutes… Then a blue screen with white text, with a font that looks like those fonts in analog horror, with one word. “APOTHEOSIS”.

There’s more after this too. The following is a very different feeling compared to the behind-the-scenes. It appears to be the night the pro-shot was recorded. It shows footage of the curtain call, when Emma was dragged backstage. Then, it cuts to security footage backstage. Immediately Emma’s actress, who I think I’ll just call Lauren, since that’s her real name, goes out of character. The others don’t let go of her, instead ejecting her out of the crowd. She lands on her ass and says “Ow.” in a tone that says “What the fuck dude? Why’d you throw me?”. The others are silent. Lauren gets up and after a moment looking at the others, decides to take off her bandage, revealing a real scar underneath. Lauren seems unsettled by this, but it’s made worse when everyone else approaches her, talking to her as if she IS Emma Perkins, despite her insistence. They then got closer, and closer. Lauren tried to back away, but they got closer. Eventually, Lauren was completely surrounded, and they... I... I can’t say it. I just can’t. All I’ll say is that audience members found the room covered in blood and mysterious blue goo. The blue screen appears again, the text now saying “THEIR RETELLING SUCKED ANYWAYS.”

After whatever the fuck that was, I kinda had to dig deeper? I had this mix of morbid fascination, horror, and an urge to somehow bring all this to light. Well... That and how at first I assumed it was a performance act, only to find out via a google search that it was all real, Lauren Lopez was presumed dead, and the rest of the cast are missing to this day.

So I talked to people who were at the closing night show. When it was recorded. They reported being genuinely convinced in some segments, like when Emma quote unquote “Looked at Ted’s eyes in horror, like she saw nothing there” and praised the “practical effects”. They also said that the few who lingered after the curtain call heard screaming. Those who checked backstage saw... Well, you know.

I didn’t find much about it though. Only this weird cult website when searching for random tag words related to the musical. It was talking about “His singular voice” or whatever and was saying that, like, all voices needed to be eradicated, for His is the only one that should exist, or whatever. Weirdly enough, there was musical theming in there. And... A page about the musical. I can vaguely recall the contents but it’s really hard to. It had a synopsis of the musical kinda biased in the favor of the zombies, with the implications that He caused the musical apocalypse over there. Me and my friends looked at the site once in a discord call and laughed at it. But then I found the actors' faces and how they all were brought to an “apotheosis”. Like... Like in the fucking musical.

It was just a rabbit hole I found myself in at the end of the day though. I easily tucked it into the back of my brain and went on with my life. But then stuff started getting weird. With me, I think. I’ve been more scatterbrained than usual, prone to zoning out for long stretches of time, wandering off conversations to talk about something else entirely, and I’m beginning to hate the sound of other people’s voices and I don’t know why, I was never a social butterfly but I didn’t hate other people talking... Everyday when I brush my teeth I notice my eyes getting... Bluer? I don’t know how, but my eyes have gone to a dark brown, to a light brown, to a hazel, to green, and now it’s getting closer and closer to blue. My friends online have been safe at the time from my sudden hatred of other voices but I can’t really go on voice chats anymore. And my fixation on musicals has only grown as of late. I can’t help but fight the urge to spontaneously sing a show-tune. I hate it.

I’d try to see a psychiatrist or something but I can’t bear to hear another voice, it’s so grating. And I know I should just grin and bear it but the last time I tried that I yelled at them. Not many people like me much anymore. I see why, I must’ve become an asshole to them, but they don’t get it. My eyes have become blue by now, and I think it’s glowing too.

I can’t help but play the songs over and over. I called it camp but I think it’s growing on me. I like Let It Out the most. I relate to Paul a lot right now. And then I noticed a split second shot of... His actor... Being... I can’t say it. I had to vomit. Why wouldn’t I? That was so fucking disgusting. And when I puked, I froze pale at what I just pushed out of my body.

It was blue, viscous sludge. It felt disgusting looking at it, even worse when you hold it. It smelled like ammonia. I ran out of the bathroom. I couldn’t stand to look at it any longer. And that’s when I decided to write this. I’m scared, to be honest, who wouldn’t be? I’ll most likely either be dead and have my corpse puppeteered, or go missing, for another poor soul to inevitably find the DVD and end up like me. I can hear the chimes and hymns of The Singular Voice. I know He wants me to become one with Him. He says it’s inevitable for me. And what choice do I have in the matter anymore?

I’m sorry, I lost.

Classic Scourge keychain idea

NPD culture is randomly thinking about someone who abused you and being consumed with murderous rage that you can’t erase unless you fantasise about killing time and hearing them beg for their life as you execute them without mercy

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YEEEAAAH I want to continue watching and reading Dark Sun and Eclipse content! I want to see Dark use that proud orange guy as a throne, making him kneel on all fours and sit on his back. I want Eclipse to hate every moment he learns what it feels like to be used as a piece of furniture and a tool, to be treated worse than he treated Bloodmoon, Lunar, and Solar Flare (No, I don't think it was enough with the manipulation of Ruin, it's not that the British have submitted it correctly or directly, to my disappointment) I want his fear of Dark to be so imprinted in his code that he will no longer be calm in the presence of someone with his same face. I want Dark to use him as a messenger and errand boy, as a test subject for his experiments, for Eclipse to become the power or "muscle" while Dark is the brain that controls him. And yet, let Eclipse not lose his attitude as a cheeky brat, because in his unfavorable situation, it is his only way to annoy Dark. He can never betray him, but at least he can irritate him for the rest of the time they are together hehehe

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