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PERSONA STIMBOARD (self indulgent)

Art is NOT MINE! Picrew can be found here. ^^

Requested: By Me (self indulgent)

TWs: Guns (nonviolent usage)

Themes of Mechanics and Weaponary. :)

Wilbur Cross Stimboard

With horror/dissociative themes.

Do you ever think about body horror Wilbur?

Do you ever imagine the feeling of his brain being split apart simply by witnessing the being before him?

Do you ever imagine the feeling of his body splitting apart to adapt to the black and white?

Do you ever imagine dying, and coming back again and again, knowing how you previously died?

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[ @kairithemang0, I am unsure if you would like to be tagged in this, as it IS Wilbur content but is is equally disturbing? ]

maybe this is just me projecting but this is a very fundy song

🎤

a song that i associate with my muse meme!

OH hey! thank you so much for the ask, venus!! so for this one... i unfortunately have another sad song but (,: i swear to god, if you've never heard this song before, it may just change your lifeee. okay — maybe it wouldn't do something that extreme, BUT it is still such a good song, IMO (an explanation will be in tags):

radiohead - how to disappear completely.

oh.

Art

Inspired by the post below and the game "waiting room" on roblox.

God I don’t want to go to this volunteering. I should have backed out last week and yet I stayed for some insane reason and now I have to get up at FIVE AM WHEN I HAVEN’T FUCKING SLEPT AT ALL.

For context: its 4:53 am.

All I want to do is get so drunk I don’t remember anything at all. Is that so bad??

TW!: mild derealization, lotsa pointy teeth/pointy shit, bl00d/ooze/goop ig, spooky boy energy

First art post! Wanted to draw a scary void man, and ended up with this boyo. his name is dog because he has approximately 7 brain cells and is using half of one (taking suggestions)

He is good boy of the month officially

If he touches you, it canonically feels like the physical form of the uncomfortably muggy but familiar and nostalgic air of a Chuck-E-Cheese during a heatwave in 2016, but inbetween a gas and solid (like jello but without most of the water and mildly unpleasant+fuzzy feeling)

Hi, sneakpeak for my next comic that I will actually finish and not abandon.

LET'S GET HARMFUL STIGMATIZING POSTS DOWN !!

tags in mind are stuff like schizocore, schizoposting delulu is the solulu and the fog is coming. shit like that and just anything that is harmful to psychotics & schizospec

the post this is referring to: https://www.tumblr.com/johnnyiscaged/746385499137179648/why-are-non-psychotics-so-obsessed-with

Please end my pain😂😂😂

New Undertale AU!!!!! Written By: Me!!! i8Chocolatecake, also known as I8CC or Cake!

in this au, we have a normal underground at the start of the story- before things really start to happen. The human is nicknamed Angel (we don't know their real name), they/them pronouns ofc, and wears a soft dark grey cloak with a silver clasp shaped like a pair of wings. They wear a pair of long black jeans, and their shirt is black with designs of the night sky decorating the whole shirt. Angel is an older child, around 15-16 when they fall into the underground. They make their way through the ruins harmlessly enough, but when they make it to Snowdin forest? Things start acting up around them. The fabric of the world shifting and warping with their presence- it touches Sans, first. Sans watches the human sitting at their desk, typing out this post with bleary eyes peering at a much too bright screen for this late at night. Sans turns to the human and speaks. Sans asks them why they are doing this. Sans asks them to stop. Sans asks me to stop. Sans tells me he can feel my words changing him. Sans feels the pressure of the alternate reality I am making of his life squeezing his soul like a vice. Sans pleads with me to stop this, but the pressure remains. The world is being altered. Angel is meeting him in the woods for the first time, and Sans must smile as his body metamorphises without his consent. He must shake the humans hand and make silly puns while Papyrus watches his brother slowly begin to be rewritten- unable to say anything about it as the change begins to infect him as well. Sans begs me to undo what I have done. I ignore him. It is too late to stop this force. The plan is in place. Sans' bones begin to open hundreds of eyes, all different colors with snow white eyelashes and his mind cracks under the sudden influx of vision stimuli. Papyrus' bones warp and change, opening hundreds of mouths with smiles like laid bricks. Papyrus screams and the sound explodes from every mouth he has, erupting across the quiet forest and audible for miles- echoing off the distant celing of the Underground itself. Sans watches and sees so much that he cannot stop himself from seeing. Angel looks upon the skeleton brothers with apathy. Their presence causing the two's transformations; they know have their purpose, and do not question the results of their actions. Sans turns his many eyes upon me and I feel their gaze beam through my very soul. His gaze turns to a glare of anger and pain. I ignore him. He calls my name. I ignore him. He claws at my hands through the keys of my keyboard. I ignore him. He reaches through my screen and stares at me from inches away. I. Ignore. Him. He screeches in rage. I ignore him. He grabs at my hands trying to get me to stop as Angel approaches Waterfall. It is too late. He is too late. Sans pleads with me again. I do not respond. He turns, then, to you, dear reader. He turns to you and speaks through my words. He says, please. He says please again, then, tell me something. You nod, or at least that is what he hopes you do, since he continues. I... I am your favorite. It is what I see- there are so many of me out there. You hurt me. You let me live my life, just differently. You kill my brother. You let my brother live alongside me, with his own differences. You create me and others- even this one I have been speaking with (she is writing down these words as I say them) is creating. She created me with the knowlage of you- even if that was not her original intention. 

it wasn't 

I see so much, now. I see it all. I feel it all, too. My mind is fracturing. I can hardly think, now. Am I simply meant to observe this? To observe you? To know you? To judge you? Am I nothing more than a vessel for your pain? Is there nothing I can do? What am I to do?

shaking, the skeleton's many eyes blink lazily, like a cat would, his eyes rippling like water as they do so. 

The woman is tired. Her two eyes begin to droop closed. It is late for her. She must sleep.

undyne screams in pain and fear as her own spears erupt from her scales until she resembles a bloody porcupine. monster kid sees this in horror and tries to run, but had already gotten too close to Angel. monster kid's body begins to shrink, until they are the size of an ant- the pressure on their organs is immense, their body now much too small even for their scaled down insides. they will live, of course, but with a constant ache beneath their muscles and a tiny, clumsy body- unfit for anything but hiding away. 

Sans grins without any humor. He knows as well as I do what is happening to his world. He knows his role in that world now, too. He is to watch and know and note it all. All the horrors in that little universe of his. And once that universe has concluded its little story? He is to see and know everything else- all other worlds and stories. He is to be a record of the tales across the multiverse's. 

A living library of lives.

SO!!! Just a fun little Idea i had that hit me in the face a bit ago and I NEEDED to get it written out asap- the story kinda got like,,,, The Magnus Archives-y near the end ngl XD but i still love it!! with the actual AU part of it (off the top of my head lol, this was mostly meant to be about someone writing an Undertale AU and Sans somehow Knows about it and tells the author to stop or smth and ends up pleading with them to stop but it doesn't work) ill maybe come back with the other main characters and their personality/role based mutations (i hope u understand why sans is eyes at least- that is the one I was most confident in tbh) annnnnyways!!! 

So it turns out that falling from a great height doesn't really go well if you're made out of porcelain. Who knew

Inktober Day 14: Empty

A technical Part 2

Part 1

Part 2 [Here]

Entry One

ℳ𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾ℯ𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓁 ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ， 𝓃ℴ𝓌 ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒹ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔：

~ 𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓂𝓎 𝒫𝒞 （𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 ℐ’𝓋ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓇）

~ 𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒸𝒾𝒻𝒾ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓈

ℐ𝓉 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝒶𝓂， 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉， 𝓉𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓎 ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈 ℴ𝓁𝒹． ℐ’𝓂 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒶 𝒿ℴ𝒷， ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝑔ℴ ℴ𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒽ℴℴ𝓁 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎， ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃ℴ𝓉 ℯ𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂．

ℐ 𝓇ℯ𝑔𝓇ℯ𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈， 𝒷𝓊𝓉 ℐ’𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒶 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓇ℯ𝓁𝒶𝓅𝓈ℯ． ℐ 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓁 ℴ𝓋ℯℯ 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝒹ℯ𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉．

ℐ’𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓈ℴ 𝒹ℯ𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ．

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊ℯ 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈， 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓁ℯ 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽ℴℴ𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓌ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓈ℯ𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈－ 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓈ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 ℐ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝓊ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓌ℯ’𝓇ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓃－𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓅ℴ𝒸．

𝒲ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒷ℯ ℒ𝒶𝓉𝒜𝓂， 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑔ℯ𝒹 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹．

𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓎’𝓋ℯ 𝑔ℴ𝓃ℯ ℴ𝓊𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉ℴ 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℯ， 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 ℴ𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃－ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓈ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔ℯ 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓂ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓎， 𝒶 𝓁𝒾ℯ．

ℐ 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓁ℴ𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇 ℐ 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓀ℯℯ𝓅 𝑔ℴ𝒾𝓃𝑔， 𝓂𝓎 𝒰𝓃𝒾𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒸ℯ𝓈𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ’𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒹ℯ𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓋𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓇ℯ𝓈ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓂 𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 ℴ𝒻 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝒸𝒾ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉．

ℐ 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 ℐ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉，

𝒾𝒻 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎．．．

ℐ 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓉 ℐ 𝒹𝒾ℯ𝒹， 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓇ℯ𝒷ℴ𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎

Arcade aesthetic pics

I made these for the funsies + my friend @pisswhiskers needed a cover for his latest track on SoundCloud so I went and made a cover for him! (You should check his music btw, he’s really talented!)

Feel free to use these as long as you give me credit!

+ bonus pic (tw for derealization) under the cut!