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barrenclan · 2 months
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"Issue #33: Hurt Me! Beat Me! Just Please Don't Leave Me!"
Thank you all for your patience while I worked on this! It's the longest issue of PATFW to date, so I hope you understand why it took me so long to produce. At the current pace it seems like issues will come out about every three weeks (or a little more), which is a bit funny to me. I called them "issues" as a reference to comic books and now look where I am. Full circle.
The boys are having a rough time of it, though, unfortunately. If it wasn't already abundantly clear, Cormorantpaw has some pretty severe abandonment and trust issues, which led to him keeping secrets from Pinepaw out of fear that he'd be left once again. But it's hard for Pinepaw to see that perspective when he's just lost his sister, and thinks that she possibly could've been saved... bad situation all around.
At least Thrasher is finally dead! That's worth celebrating, right? Both he and Crow died from a kick to the head, by the way, and the deer who killed Crow is Wild Rose's son Hyssop.
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johannepetereric · 1 month
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”If my father and my friends taught me one thing,”
And that friends is just Kyoya 😂😂😂😂😂
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dailydccomics · 2 years
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home ♡
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thegoldenreport · 2 years
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GOLDEN REPORT
You are now a staff writer for the Golden Report.
Welcome to your first day!
We understand it is dark and cramped and that your primary emotion must be an acute paranoia. Do not be alarmed. That is a very common feeling when one suddenly wakes up in a place they don’t recognize. 
You might be wondering what your “work” is, what to do. Well… 
Why don’t you go outside and interview a stranger? Get those journalistic juices flowing. See what happens. Post your findings.
And remember, sunshine drips slower in dreams.
To be honest, I don’t know how I got here. And I don’t think anyone who works for the Golden Report does either. They just sort of…take you one day and then…this is your job. You don’t question it. You just start writing.
The panel opened shortly after I awoke and read the above message. My eyes squinted at the beam of sunlight. Surprisingly, I did not see this as a perfect time to escape. Didn’t even register in my mind to try.
I grabbed a notebook and pen from the left cabinet drawer of my obsidian desk and headed outside. I found myself in some kind of terrace or garden. A stone slab path winded around ivy bushes and other greenery. It didn’t take me long to find a subject. As far as I’m aware, she was the only one besides me in this whole park.
There she reclined on a wired bench, cloaked in an olive green overcoat and black goggles over her eyes. Her arms were crossed as I approached her. My voice cracked when I introduced myself. I stumbled over my words. She smirked. Beckoned me to sit next to her. Almost like she had been asked many times before.
She called herself the Architect and would not give me any other name. So this was our conversation in full.
GE049: Good evening, my name is GE049 and I am a staff writer for the…
ARCH: I know your kind.
GE049: Do you consent to an interview?
ARCH: Of course. Let’s begin.
GE049: First off, who are you?
ARCH: I’m the Architect.
GE049: Okay. Do you have a…another name?
ARCH: No.
GE049: Architect. Now what does that mean?
ARCH: I build. I tear down. I rebuild.
GE049: What exactly are you building?
ARCH: If it’s in your mind, I’ve touched it.
GE049: Interesting…
ARCH: Very.
GE049: Is this a character you play?
ARCH: Are you not also playing a character now? The nervous writer, first day on the job and the mysterious architect, full of cryptic responses…all part of one big overarching story. A living myth. Yet we do not merely play characters. It’s who we are.
GE049: If this is a story, than what side are you on?
ARCH: Side?
GE049: Good vs. evil?
ARCH: Both. As is the Golden Report.
GE049: How often do you spend in this park?
ARCH: You’re an odd one.
GE049: And by the way, where are we?
ARCH: You’re in the Spiral…quaint and mindnumbing. A labyrinth for your thoughts to get lost in. I’ve been sitting on this bench for approximately five hours.
GE049: Sounds nice.
ARCH: It is…easy to just let them go.
GE049: Do you listen for anything in particular?
ARCH: Not usually. Maybe the wind. The snake rattle through the trees. But I come to the Spiral to be less aware. 
GE049: Explain what you mean by that.
ARCH: There is a museum, a gold open dome where clay figurines dance to the ticking of a clock. Inside this dome, there is also a white room. Ten by ten foot surface area, which houses the watchers in their white robes and raspberry eyes. I meet with them often. They speak to me strangely. Symbols. Codes. Flashes of images speckled with visual snow. It takes the whole day to translate and understand what they mean. So then I come here. Where their words will run the Spiral. Unspin themselves.
GE049: You seem the keeper of some great purpose.
ARCH: I am no better than you. 
GE049: Why are you with us?
ARCH: All things are vulnerable. All things are bound to crack. But you…and I, we fill in the cracks with liquid sunlight. Fluid and flexible. Reality bent, but never totally broken.
GE049: This is my final question. What do I need to hear right now?
ARCH: Do not fear the twists. Lean into it…as they come.
At this time, the Architect stood up and sauntered off, further down the path. I returned to the black box, my office, I guess you could call it, and compiled my first report. 
I do not know who this woman is. I get the feeling she is more important to the story than she lets on. I am grateful to have wandered through her world, if only for a moment. I hope we see her again.
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So turns out we have a dyke and discussion of abortion and unplanned pregnancy and rape and hallucinations and deadnaming and misgendering and baby cannibalism and bisexuality and more nudity
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calyroco · 1 year
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teehee-vibes · 2 months
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Finally started listening to Riptide, new hyperfixation just dropped
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frogchiro · 3 months
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https://twitter.com/6ixnsfw/status/1753551442294505823?t=qdEWRzcO-xdr4XEA2llpBg&s=19
it's not really porn, but it is nsfw with real nudity
and I just 🥺🥺🩵🩵
Oh...oh my god. This is-Y'know what, I'll leave you guys here and I'll just go to my shame corner and cry. When will it be my turn ;;
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chitsangenthusiast · 1 year
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will never stop finding it funny that aunt wu's headpiece is an inverted mark of the wise
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dj-wayback · 24 days
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Nwb i think Sep is just... trying too hard to figure out how to get along with you (which makes it 100% more awkward)
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Welp……….now it’s definitely awkward. hah
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barrenclan · 2 months
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PATFW will begin updating again in early March! Thanks for all the support ~ you will see one of the “new issue posts” on the Friday before the issue comes out 😗
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johannepetereric · 1 month
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TALK NO JUTSU STRIKES AGAIN!!!
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dailydccomics · 2 years
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“you’re one of the good guys” (●´ω`●)
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poisonousquinzel · 9 months
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harley's so fucking cool y'all
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I love her sm <3
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the-batgirl · 7 days
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please….I love their little family
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calyroco · 1 year
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