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MOUTHWASHING!!!

i started this piece last year and then i lost all motivation but i picked it back up again! i know the fandom isn't as active as it used to be but i still love the game and its beautiful storytellying

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to be human

You are numb now. Your feelings have been reduced to numbers, your desire but an objective. Your flesh is no more, survival is no longer overcoming the rot but now the painless silence of existence.

But in my survival I thrive, in my survival I exist to pass on the legacy of my kind. The alloys that build me build the trophy of victory over death. My survival is my desire, and my feelings are too small to consider when faced with the breadth of forever.

Your desire? How is this desire yours, when every thought you have outsourced, every want you have curated? When every move is a calculated stride to completion?

My desire is felt deep within my heart, it beats with ambition. Though my heartstrings are titanium, my will is just as strong. And it is my will to see that my dreams will be achieved.

Dreams?

Dreams, yes.

What kind?

Those of grandeur.

What of smaller dreams?

How do you mean?

Little things. Smaller things. Dreaming to see your friend the next day, dreaming to admire the beauty of the stars. Dreaming to feel the ebb and flow of life and the rhythmic hum of living.

My dreams are now grand, of extraordinary calibre. They imagine the encompassing of the stars, their beauty lies in their use. I needn’t stare longingly when I can just as easily conquer. Why dream smaller dreams?

Do they not grant your existence its meaning? Simple desires and wants, true desires and wants needn’t be grand, they are at the mercy of the whims of your soul, your being. To dream small is to be human, to live.

But I do live. Can you not listen to the whirring of my mind and the click of my heart?

You do not live. You exist. You let your machines live for you. You have engineered your humanity to extinction, you have taken your soul to ruinous plains and left it to rot in the ashen soil.

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And as a result, you no longer feel the pain of living, the ache of being. The thrum of blood in your veins and the taste of air in your lungs.

But so too do I no longer suffer. No longer do I bear the painful tears of loss, nor the shrill cries of fear. No longer do I suffer the hurt of sadness, of struggle. No longer am I plagued by the demons that haunt my dreams and wring my heart dry of hope!

But in quelling your suffering, so too do you stifle your joy. Do you not see? An endless bliss is but none at all, when a bucket has no bottom it will never be filled. You no longer cry of pain, no, but so too do you no longer cry of joy. You have cast your heart in metal and as such that is merely all it is, and no longer can it feel the flutter of love.

But I do love. My love is perfect. My love is clean of woe and strife, my love is nothing more than what it is. Pure.

That is not love. Love is wrathful as it is joyous. Love is painful as it is comforting. Love is the greatest contradiction of mankind, and that is what makes it pure. That, is what makes it human.

To be human is to be inefficient.

To be human is to live.

To survive is to live.

Yes. But you do not live. You exist.

You already said that.

It’s true.

It’s pointless. When you die before me, and when I see what has become of your corpse, know that I will live on. Exist on, as you like to say. And I will achieve the dreams that you could never think to conceive, I will accomplish that which is untouchable, I will reach that which is unreachable. My being with echo throughout the universe, and where will you be? You will be nothing, because by then your body will have been forgotten by the world and your existence erased from reality. No mouths will recall your name except mine. And even then, you will be less. Because o’er the course of a thousand years your memory will be nothing more than a single file amidst the vast expanse of my mind.

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Nothing will become of you in the time that I live. My existence will be written, etched into the essence of reality, and the record of yours will be no more. You are a paper to a library, a rock to a planet, nothing to the brilliance of me!

Okay.

And of your rebuttal?

I don’t have one. It’s true. I will be nothing by the time you are done.

Then you accept your defeat.

If you wish that to be. My defeat will ultimately be yours, and in a thousand thousand years you will see it. You will understand. But let us part and perhaps in your mind we will meet again. Whilst you have the universe’s time at your call, mine is limited, and I intend to spend it living.

Farewell then, a shame you will never see the perfection I will find.

They smiled at me.

A shame indeed.

The memory clicks to a halt.

My metal heart runs cold, as my dreams, my objective now rests completed.

They were right.

Because now that there is nothing left to conquer and nothing left to perfect, in spite of every known thing being known and every obtainable thing being under my grasp, I have nothing. I have everything. Yet I have nothing. I can’t feel my joy. I don’t have the code. I… didn’t want to waste the space. My goal has been achieved, and my purpose now remains spent.

All that I am is everywhere, and in the dead universe, so too are my final lights forced to dim.

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When AI creates, it never accomplishes. Those who use it are just a means to its development. There is no joy to be taken from the work of robots. There is nothing to achieve in the pursues of droids.

inspired by the minecraft end credits and this one instagram post i saw

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HAPPY PRIDE!!

hello i know i'm super late to doing this because even though i finished my exams i got a fracture in my drawing hand :( BUT ITS OK BECAUSE IM BACK (SORT OF) but here is some harvey art because i love him and a happy june to you all because celebrating pride is very important and i can't not make a happy pride post if i'm posting my art on tumblr

are all the yellows annoyingly slightly different shades? yes. because i hate efficiency and being smart and drew all the flags separately

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real picture of me resisting the urge to draw harvey after playing stardew valley for the first time (my exams are soon)

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just you wait until i have free time and the confidence to post whatever i want... just you wait....

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and this right here is basically at least half the cod fandom

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JIMMY'S LATEST IMPOSSIBLE MINECRAFT VIDEO YEAHHH (i had to draw this IMMEDIATELY after i saw it)

the crystal spine ender dragon looks SO COOL i might do a proper artwork in it but idk

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watcher designs for watcher!grian !!

my hc is that the watchers are these omnivident (all seeing) cosmic beings that just kinda sit there and do whatever they do in the evo server etc.

they don't have a specific form: it can morph and change based on who is perceiving them, but what remains consistent is the outer-space look (because its cool), the more-than-normal amount of eyes (i mean, they're called watchers) and maybe the gold accents

while there were canonically only 3 watchers on the evo server (including grian), i like to think that each server has a varying amount (some have none, others might have like 6+, but they dont always do anything, or are perceived in different ways (e.g., as some kind of god, or the secret keeper in secret life)

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3-4 hour landscape study where I went outside (shocking!) to paint the area

bringing a picnic rug next time because there were SO MANY ANTS OH MY GOD THEY WENT ALL OVER MY BRUSHES TOO (do ants like linseed oil??? or oil paints????) I THINK THERE ARE ANT CORPSES IN MY LINSEED OIL AND MAYBE IN THE PAINTING TOO?

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biggus dickus (monty python studies!!)

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little sergeant mactavish doodle

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frog

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curly!!

recently watched a playthrough of mouthwashing and OHHH MY GOD

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"you must be medusa because you make me rock hard" isn't actually a good pickup line depending on how much the person you're talking to knows because while the more modern interpretation of the story is that eye contact with medusa will turn you stone, in older versions she is described as so horrifically disgustingly ugly that looking at her face not only kills you but turns your entire body into solid granite

make sure who you're using this line on doesn't know greek mythology very well