Flashback Friday: Originally Posted July 5th, 2020

Flashback Friday: Originally posted July 5th, 2020

Please don't just tell someone "We need to talk." It is a recipe for anxiety spiking to max levels!

Just hearing the words "We need to talk" fills me with so much dread! Please don't do it!

gravity falls -> magnus archives -> hatchetfield

is it a pipeline? a slippery slope? idk, but if you like one, you’ll like the rest. they’re different mediums (cartoon show, fiction podcast, series of stage musicals) with slightly different vibes but eerily similar through-lines running through them all. interdimensional portals, eldritch gods, doomed and tragic characters, intricate interconnected lore…

anyway sorry this is literally just me begging for a three-way crossover. artists. fanfiction authors. did I mention artists. PLEASE. I need it I want it I must have it. I will love you forever :3

New employee at the triangle factory <3 Hope his first day is going well!

You had told them that's not how it works, you had warned them that the perfect body requires constant effort and hard work, but these people were too unhappy, too disgusted with their appearances to listen, to understand that they weren't ugly, nor overweight, nor repulsive to see that what they saw simply wasn't the truth. So, relenting, you asked them to get into the pose that would be easy to work with and took the money they had paid you to the sculptor. He examined the diagrams that had been left with the statues, the "perfect" body, and got to work, chipping away at the blocks of stone. He flattened the bellies and carved in pecs, shaped the hopeful features into those of models, carved away the extra fat that wasn't even an unhealthy amount. One woman in particular was so thin from starving herself, trying to get to an impossible weight, had arms so thin that in an attempt to sculpt them further, one fell off and had to be reattached.

The statues were shipped back at the end of the day. You brought them in to your studio and set up the usual sandwiches and water for them to eat when they broke free, but seeing how they had changed, you knew it would be better to set out a mop.

Midnight came, and as you desperately tried to sleep in your bed, the statues came to life. They were a horrible sight of mottled flesh, a patchwork of skin and muscles and bone where their very being has expertly been carved away. Their faces were ribbons, with large gashes where their cheeks had been shaved away. They cried in agony

"What have we done" "Help us" Save us"

But there was nothing to be done, as you tried to block out their tortured screams down the hall. You had warned them, but they didn't listen.

Morning came, and you awoke from the nightmares as you always did, and got to work mopping up the piles of blood and flesh that had once been people.

Everyone you touch turns into stone for a day. Recently a group of people beg you to touch them so they could be sculpted into the perfect body.

so. i had an idea

his PhD didn't prepare him for this