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The Fungus Spreads (AHIT doodle dump)
#a hat in time#ahit#potatart#the snatcher#hat kid#the conductor#SO. I SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED TO NOT SPOIL MYSELF (kind of) BEFORE I FINISHED THE GAME#finding out that the purple time rifts were different than the blue ones was such a pleasant surprise oohhb#so basically. i did the purple time rifts for mafia city battle of the birds and subcon forest#lore lore lore lore#anyways. THE IDEA OF THE SNATCHER BEING SOME SORT OF VENGEFUL SPIRIT IS SO SO COOL!!! HELLO???!!!??!?#ALSO THE CONDUCTOR BOSSFIGHT!!!!! AHHH!!!????!??!#fhis game is SO GOOD!!!!!!!
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Sitting in the quiet of Ninlil's room, Adam ate slowly, savoring the taste of the stew she made for him. It was strange, to have been treated the way he was treated before the demoness left to go and get Lucifer.
He frowned to himself, setting the helmet and mask on her bed, and he sat down on the chair in the far corner of the room, eating again.
His thoughts ran rampant, fear and anxiety overwhelming him, making his heart pound harshly against his chest. Then he heard talking, voices coming this way, before silence.
The door opened a crack, with Lucifer poking his head into the room.
Adam stared at him, not in full surprise, but he was nervous for the confrontation.
"Oh- Hi-" He said, slowly reaching out to grab the mask and helmet again.
@luci-duckking @hazbinhoteloc-ninlil
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everyones least favourite mc hc maniac is back
and this time i sure as hell am back with Rift Lore >:)
#hermitcraft fanart#empires s2 fanart#the rift ig#grian fanart#geminitay fanart#solidaritygaming#tangotek#lore lore lore lore#uh i think i gotta do this one too#hold up#empires spoilers#hermitcraft spoilers#just in case :]#yngy art
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im in pain [q!pepito]
#my art#art#qsmp#pepito#qsmp pepito#q!pepito#watching the quackity stream rn#lore lore lore lore#qsmp lore
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Things you should never ask:
A woman her age, a man his salary, and…
A Qsmp fan what happened on December 28th 2023
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#LORE LORE LORE LORE#i go fucking feral for lore episodes and this one was SO GOOD whoever came up with it needs to get slutted out#i was unsure at the beginning i thought it was gonna be boring but#y’all it was so good .#house#house md#greg house#gregory house#lgbtq#lgbt
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little fun fact, Blix is actually almost completely colorblind, he can only see blues and pinks so I drew out a little chart for that, blue is his favorite color so he gets mad when it becomes less vibrant in his NG form
Don’t worry about that last one btw, im sure it’s nothing
#jsab#just shapes and beats#jsab art#jsab au#art#oh no#aaaaaaaaaaaaa#fan art#jsab bmau#jsab blixer#jsab cube#lore lore lore lore#lore drop#silly!#he gets no bitches#< that was a suggested tag when I wrote “he”#I do not remember what post I used that for#Please tell me if you remember
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Just follow my yellow light, and ignore all those big warning signs
- Yellow Light by Of Monsters And Men
#lore lore lore lore#empires s2#empires smp#hermitcraft#hermpires#hermitcraft x empires#hermitcraft cubfan#cubfan fanart#crediting the songs I use now lol
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WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK
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The History of Millhaven
In the late 1800s, the Davis family owned a large amount of farmland in what would later become Millhaven, Oregon. Seeking to capitalize on the area's natural resources, they built a mill. But they didn't stop there. The Davis family also invested in creating an entire town around the mill, with homes, businesses, and public services to attract workers and their families.
Their efforts paid off. Many people looking for work flocked to Millhaven, eager for a chance to make a living there. The town quickly grew and became a hub of economic activity. The Davis family's influence and power expanded along with it, as they controlled much of the town's infrastructure and resources.
However, the working conditions at the mill were notoriously bad. The Davis family cut corners and ignored safety regulations, leading to long hours, low pay, and frequent accidents. Many workers suffered from respiratory problems, hearing loss, and other ailments as a result of their work at the mill. Despite protests from the workers and their families, the Davis family refused to improve conditions or compensate the victims.
In the year 1909 the workers at the mill had finally had enough. Inspired by the growing labor movement in the United States, they organized a strike demanding better pay, safer working conditions, and the right to unionize. The Davis family responded with violence and intimidation, using their control over the town's law enforcement.
The situation quickly escalated, with the workers forming a picket line outside the mill and the Davis family bringing in scabs and armed officers to break the strike. The resulting violence led to several deaths and injuries, and the workers' demands remained unmet.
The strike received national attention, with labor leaders and politicians speaking out in support of the workers. The Davis family's reputation was tarnished, and they were forced to negotiate with the workers. Eventually, a compromise was reached, and the workers won some concessions, including a small pay increase and improved safety measures.
The mill largely expanded by the 1950s. The legacy of the mill and the Davis family's corruption continued to haunt Millhaven for decades. The toxic waste dumping that began in the 1970s only added to the town's problems, polluting the environment and causing health problems for many residents. The mill was eventually forced to shut down but the Davis family still held power over the town.
In 2023, the current mayor of Millhaven is Michael Davis, a direct descendant of the Davis family that founded the town. Michael's brother, Adam, is the pastor of the only church in Millhaven, which has long been a center of community life in the town. The Davis family still holds a significant amount of power over Millhaven, with Mayor Davis using his position to further their interests.
Mayor Davis is currently working on a plan to gentrify Millhaven, which he sees as a way to revitalize the town and attract new investment. His plan includes the construction of luxury apartments and homes, a new megachurch, and a shopping center, all of which would be aimed at wealthier residents and visitors.
However, the gentrification plan has been met with resistance from many of Millhaven's long-time residents, who fear that they will be pushed out of their homes and their community. The majority of Millhaven's residents are low-income, and many have lived in the town for generations. They worry that the new development will only benefit outsiders and leave them stuck with a higher cost of living that they cannot afford.
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Definitely haven't been waiting for someone to translate it all and post it I could never-
Edit: why did it set it to a week 😭 I don't want to wait a week aaaaaaa
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"Brazo roto"
(comic under cut)
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What a waste...
Hair so cute and expensive, being worn by a broken drone.
Stop!!
Please, i don't want remember again
Restoring memories... COMPLETED enjoy your memories ;)
No no no no NO NO NO NO!!! SHUT UP NOW!!
It wasn't my fault for being the way I am!!
You made me like this, I didn't choose my hair, it was you, you made the mistake...
It was not my fault that I was broken.
@maryalezoo que procede?
#noche de pelis?#a lazzzzzzy traductioooonnnn#heh#ahora si hablare en español#no me hagan el feo por el comic#no tengo tanta experiencia haciendo este tipo de trabajos#fue un proceso divertido y tortuoso de dos semanas#hehe#mi nenita necesita terapia#bia-lou.art#murder drones#murder drones fanart#murder drones oc#comic#lore lore lore lore
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Everyone keeps saying the “Out of Bounds”, but they don't ever explain what it is.
So please, for the love of God,
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE OUT OF BOUNDS?!?!?
Haha, I was starting to wonder when would people start to ask this
It would be a better question to ask Observer lore wise!
But I, as a Creator and part of this project, will clear it up :3
The Out of Bound is how we refer to the void between the worlds/aus. Plain and simple. Others call it "in Between", some call it Void, etc
In the story and au, we call it Out of Bound ! This is also why the AU made by Neon Ross for Observer originally had this name, although now we refer to the project as WTTMV more often
Now note, Stitcher isn't the right person to ask this kind of stuff. Observer, Keeper, or Archivist would be better for those kind of questions :3
#lore time#or more like clarification#creator speaking#i thought it was pretty obvious haha#out of bound is litterally what it is. the space outside of the boundaries of aus#the multiversers do refer to it as a sort of entity in a way tho#lore lore lore lore#welcome home au#welcome home multiverse#wh au#wh multiverse#welcome home#wttmv#chit chats
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So We All Know the Canary Curse. But What About Scott?
I've had this thought since Jimmy wasn't the first death in secret life. If he has an established curse where he is meant to die first, could there also be blessings?
It was always in the back of my head that "Oh yeah Jimmy is cursed to die first, Scott is blessed to make it close to the end." Scott or his allies almost always get right up to the end of the game (Top 3 usually).
Is it out of the realm of possibility that the listeners or some other power looked at Scott during 3rd life and said "Damn sorry, his ally/husband died. Maybe next time buddy." Or they at least saw his potential and gave him a blessing?
This could be an extra explanation as to why Lizzie was the first final death. Maybe Scott's blessing overpowers the canary curse? So when Lizzie tried to kill Scott in the end, the blessing kicked in and protected him, which in turn killed Lizzie.
I'm also wondering if there are any other patterns/curses/blessings known of, or bestowed upon players?
It just seems like a fun tidbit or a possibility to play with :]
#eyesandears#inthelittlewood#secret life#scott smajor#jimmy solidarity#traffic smp#LORE LORE LORE LORE#BUT THAT'S JUST A THEORY#a eyes and ears theory!
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT- BADS STREAM
HE WAS ON THE LAST STAGE OF GRIEF, ACCEPTANCE BUT THEN
AAAAA HE KIDNAPPED A FLIPPING FEDERATION WORKER?!!? AND HE SAID SOMETHING AROUND THE LINES “I’m going to try again, where is me son!?”
HE ADDED ANOTHER STAGE OF GRIEFFF
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Tw religious mention
•2 Corinthians 5:18
“Now all these things are from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation…”
Inspired (once again) by this @chimeracarnival
Wrote a story for it too! Be careful though! There’s a lot to read (also I’m out of practice so there’s probably a lot of other issues)👇
P.S: The story is split up into parts and each part has a comic panel that corresponds to it (They’re numbered)
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‘Another day another dollar…’
The thought echoed through Clover’s mind, the nonexistent sound of her conscience attempting to console her only irritating Clover further as she strolled down the hall, running her hand across the wall in hopes of a sensory distraction.
It wasn’t the first time she’s told herself those words.
It started as a simple saying she sought comfort in. A few wise words to encourage Clover through today and the next. But as her work continued and became more taxing, she found the once auspicious principle having less and less of a desirable effect, eventually just becoming a useless, routine expression Clover tells herself in hopes of sparking that once supportive essence it had. In reality, there was no point in continuing to tell herself such things if they wouldn’t change how she felt. But it’s good to stay positive…
Even after you just had your throat slit.
The lights above dimly flickered, the old yellow bulbs trying their best to cast light throughout the corridor, the indulgent yellow glow of the rustic light sources reflecting the establishment’s old age quite well. The building wasn’t much- an old vintage hotel in reality. But it had a roof, and that was good enough for Clover and her small crew…
The charity work was going smoothly. The last few days had reaped prosperous earnings, mainly because of those who had witnessed Clover's assassination and had donated to her group in support. It was flattering and, frankly, quite heartwarming to see that people in this city still had hearts, despite its notorious legacy for crime. The only downside to all of it was that Clover now had to organize her group’s growing finances. And boy was there a lot to organize…
Her office was a sanctuary and an abode for such things. A place where she could find comfort while managing such vital tasks. As of late, Clover had finally settled on a place to make her office. A small room in the building’s west wing, located at the end of a small corridor accessed the lobby. A perfect spot in her opinion. And now all that was left was to go there and get her work done.
Simple enough, right?
The smooth texture of the manila file folders shifted around in Clover’s arms as she walked, the edges of the paper that stuck out from the folder slightly moving around between the joints of her fingers. She held on tight, however, ensuring that the papers wouldn’t fall amidst the walk to her office. The last thing she needed was any more inattentiveness to herself, especially regarding the incident with the last fundraiser…
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As Clover made her way further down the hall, however, she began to smell something… Acrid. It didn’t pollute the air, so it was hard to tell where the scent was. It passed her nose in small whiffs as she walked, however, the smell was so… strong. Even in small quantities, the invisible odor burned her lungs like heavy smoke, compelling her to cough violently despite only inhaling a small amount. And the longer the odor lingered in the air, the stronger it began to smell…
Was there a gas leak…?
Clover stopped, putting a hand over her nose as she sniffed the air, coughing even more as the noisome odor took on a sharp scent, like smelling blood but without the scent of iron. She could pinpoint no source from where she was standing, so Clover understandingly took a few steps forward.
Almost immediately, the atmosphere changed and the air began to grow thick, quickly becoming more and more difficult to breathe as if the air was resisting Clover’s attempt to inhale. Her heart sped up as she began to panic, her body soon demanding more air so it could keep up with her heart’s change of rate. But no air came to her lungs… A stinging burning sensation struck Clover’s nostrils as if she had just inhaled water through her nose, causing her to slightly stagger back and pinch her nose bridge. She squinted her eyes as Clover tried to see where the strange odor was coming from, and how it was causing her to feel this way…
The hallway in front of her began to warp. The once lengthwise walls began to twist and turn, almost churning in Clover’s periphery as the environment around her began to contort in physically impossible ways. The popcorn ceiling seemed to liquify into a watery-like state as it appeared to ripple, causing the once stationary yellow lights to move and flash rapidly like party lights at a nightclub, disorienting Clover’s view heavily. The hallway in front of her faded to black, leaving only a few feet of perceptible environment in front of Clover as the corridor around her began to warp even further and a subliminal rumbling sound slowly appeared in her ears…
What is happening…?
WHY is this happening…?
Am I still dead?
Is this the afterlife…??
I was revived, right…?!
Why can’t I feel myself breathing? What is happening?
Why is…? Why Whywhyhelpwhycan’tIthinkstraightwhyisthishappeningwhereamIisanyofthisrealwhatishappeningwhyhelpmestopmakeitstophelphelphelpstopitDaisypleasehelpmewhatisgoingonHELPMESTOP PLEASEHELPMESTOPIT
Suddenly, a gray wisp passed through her vision.
Clover’s head snapped up, her thoughts interrupted as she carefully watched a long trail of dark gray- and strangely opaque- smoke snake past her.
The hallway had returned to normal. And so had her breathing. The strange odor was no longer there, nor was the stinging or the rumbling… Everything was back to the way it was before.
Did she just… imagine the whole thing?
No… She couldn’t have… That wouldn’t make sense…
Her train of thought was cut off by the sudden smell of something fresh, almost like mint as Clover’s eyes- and nose- were coaxed down the hall, subconsciously following the smoke that trailed down that way as well.
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Her gaze followed the unnatural smoke down the corridor until it stopped right at the last door, where the smoke snaked out from underneath.
That door was her door… Her office door.
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Clover’s heart hit the floor like a brick, the sinking feeling that followed making her weak in the knees as panic washed over her like a sudden tidal wave, stirring up frenzied and erratic thoughts of fear in her head like angry wasps.
Was her office… burning…?
If there was indeed a fire, then the circumstances of the smoke had taken a dire turn. Clover had kept all of her charity’s earnings inside her office, alongside important documents containing financial data and even intel collected by her group on the Darling Family- the very reason behind her group’s existence. If even one of those documents were damaged or burned, the past few months of rigorous work would all go to waste, and their progress would endure an immense setback. Maybe even a setback large enough to put everyone right back to where they started…
But that would depend on how much property was destroyed.
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Almost immediately, Clover’s body jerked into motion and before she even knew it, she was charging down the hall, her hooves pounding against the poorly carpeted floor as Clover bolted down the corridor. The undulating wisps of gossamer smoke in the air slowly began to thicken, the thin strands of sulfurous air seeming to spin themselves into dark gray ribbons amidst the blur of passing surroundings. The thick ropes of smoke in the air almost began to swirl in a vortex around Clover, keeping up with her pace and hovering around her as the smoke began to twist in almost animal-like locomotion. It looked akin to a nest of snakes slithering about prey if Clover had stopped to look carefully… But alas. Such trivial details were not of importance at the moment.
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The smoke had gotten thicker as she rapidly neared her office door and the vortex that had previously lingered about Clover suddenly came to a halt. But Clover, on the other hand, had not.
She burst through the wall of smoke that the vortex had left in her path, a rush of that familiar sharp and heavy odor briefly assaulting her nose as Clover squinted, revealing her proximity to the door. The doorknob was at arm’s length. Clover nearly lunged forward, ignoring all the cautions she should have taken before grabbing the metal handle.
She froze.
Not willingly, however. It was as if the feeling of the doorknob against the skin of her palm shocked her senses… Clover couldn’t move. Her body refused to comply with her attempts to do so, but she was just… Stuck. Touching the doorknob had caused her to freeze altogether.
The odor from before began to creep its way back into her nose, brought by the ascending plumes of smoke from the bottom of the door. The smoke slithered up around her legs and arms like wispy tendrils, leaving a numbing pins-and-needles sensation behind wherever it touched. It spread like fire beneath her skin, causing Clover’s fingers to momentarily lose feeling and loosen around the doorknob. A rush of adrenaline suddenly snapped her senses back into place and Clover, in a flurry of panic and burning pain, finally yanked open the door.
And the smoke was gone.
In fact, everything was gone.
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Past the threshold of where her office should’ve been laid something far beyond natural means…
A large flourishing meadow, full of life and blooming flowers.
Long tufts of swaying grass tickled her bare hooves as the door gave way, the terrestrial foliage lightly brushing up against Clover’s shins and leaning through the doorframe as she took in the new environment. A huge refulgent globe of light peeked halfway over the horizon, spraying the sky above in a spray of incandescent colors. The pastel shades of reds, oranges, and pinks created a warm gradient of light-colored flame above, serving as an aesthetic backdrop to the occasional cluster of white fluffy clouds that sat well dispersed throughout the sky. And the ground that sat beneath those lovely heavens was nothing short of majestic.
A long stretch of tall grassy fields lay before her, an array of blue and white flowers peeking out among the overgrowth. Enormous bluebells the height of sunflowers and wild indigos towered over the grass, swaying lightly toward the ground, almost gesturing towards their smaller cornflower and daisy counterparts, which were tucked snugly in the grass below. Clover looked ahead and saw that the field was atop a hill, overlooking an abundance of other similar-looking fields that stretched as far as the eye could see.
It was like she opened a door into a new dimension.
What had happened to her office…?
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As she looked off into the distance, however, something else caught her eye. Amidst her brightly lit and colorful environment, Clover spotted something gray and indistinct floating in her peripheral vision.
It was the smoke from before.
Clover found her eyes following the wispy gray trail once again, watching it snake over the long stretch of field. The tall grass gradually began to grow shorter and shorter until it leveled out to a clearing, at which the smoke led her lingering gaze to the center of it.
There was a person here...
A vague silhouette of a person to be exact. They seemed to be an adult, hunched over and staring ahead aimlessly, however. That assumption was made purely on observation as the figure was completely cloaked in dark and opaque shadows. Not a single detail could be perceived in the figure other than one of their hands, which could be seen compared to the rest of their form. They were holding something… Regardless, the abnormal lighting was a strange phenomenon, which only amplified Clover’s growing confusion and bewilderment.
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A strong and abrupt gust of wind suddenly blew out from behind her and into the open field, causing the grass and the flowers to bend and sending ripples throughout the landscape. A path began to form as the wind crossed the field, the plants in front of her reverting into seeds beneath the soil, forming a small path through the willowy vegetation. The gust of wind finally rushed past the figure in the clearing and suddenly, the shadows on the figure lifted. And to Clover’s surprise, the figure had shrunk.
A young girl, looking no less than 14 years old, sat where the shadowy person should’ve been, wearing a bright red dress and a woven sun hat, tied with a matching crimson bow. Clover could finally see what the figure was holding and noticed that she was holding a daisy between two of her fingers, gazing at it silently as its petals blew in the wind. Clover couldn’t help but let her eyes stay fixed on the girl, finding herself almost entranced as she stared.
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The subtle air of mysteriousness in the atmosphere suddenly lifted, and the tension Clover didn’t know she was holding in her body was released. The wind in the air reduced to a calm zephyr, bringing a sense of ease with it as the tall grass began to sway towards the clearing, almost as if her surroundings were beckoning Clover forward. The girl then turned around, shifting herself so she could face Clover properly. A long and slender pair of butterfly antennae hung down from the back of her head, swaying like the tall grass as she turned. Another pair of feathery moth antennae drooped down the sides of her head, framing the girl’s face. A single ruby-red eye stared back at Clover, glistening like scarlet pools behind cross-like pupils. A long pipe stuck out of the side of their mouth, revealing to be the source of the strange smoke as more wisps continued to undulate out of the chamber.
The two held eye contact for a brief moment, a strange sense of deja vu- no, familiarity- slowly overtaking Clover the longer she held her gaze with her.A faint smile formed on the girl’s lips, almost as if she could tell what she was thinking as she pivoted more of her body towards her.
“Hello, Clover.” Said the girl.
“It’s nice to see you again.”
(Hope you enjoyed!)
#lowkey haven’t written something in so long#I am HELLA out of practice#also so sorry if it’s hard to read! This is my first time making a fully fledged comic#lore lore lore lore#welcome home#welcome home mob au#welcome home oc#mob!clover#mob cherie o’cozy#mob cherie is an illusionist
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