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THE LAYERS OF THIS PALACE ARE NOT FOR YOUR KIND

uhhhh uhhh ermmm uhmmm nuhuh nuhuh + ULTRARICOSHOT x3 + FISTFUL OF DOLLAR

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SILVER, I KNOW YOU'RE HERE. I CAN SMELL THE INSOLENT STENCH OF YOUR BLOODSTAINED HANDS. I AWAIT YOU DOWN BELOW. COME TO ME.

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Day After Day

// WELCOME USER: "3Koreli" // AUTHORIZATION: ADMIN // DATE: 19/5/1959

// WORLD_CONSOLE LOG _RUN #454723.09

[INFO] SYSTEM CLOCK: 1956.5.06-14:43:29 [INFO] CPU_LOAD: 7% [INFO] WORLD_BORDER_STATUS: SECURE [INFO] ENTITY_COUNT: 2,795,409,994 [INFO] INTEGRITY: 99.99992%

[WARNING] FOREIGN SIGNATURE DETECTED IN LOCATION: MAINFRAME > WORLD_BORDER > SECTOR [C-017_APB] [WARNING] CORRUPTION LOGGED: 0.000008% [INFO] INITIATING BARRIER PROTOCOLS...

—TRACE LOG— >> PROCESS: INIT_HANDLE >> ATTEMPTED ACCESS: MAINFRAME > WORLD_BORDER > SECTOR [C-017_APB] >> TIMESTAMP: 1956.5.06-14:44:52 >> ORIGIN ID: 0000xHEART-001 >> SUCCESSFUL BREACH: NO >> NOTES: STRAIN DETECTED >> FOREIGN CODE EJECTED

—LOG FOOTER— >> ATTEMPT RESOLVED: NO ACTION REQUIRED >> INTEGRITY RESTORED: 100.00000% >> RETURNED TO IDLE STATE ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Koreli let out a groan as he read through the log for what felt like the hundredth time. His eyes traced the familiar, sterile text of the console, each line burning into his mind despite the years that had passed. The log was simple - almost clinical - but the significance of just a few lines haunted him, relentlessly cycling through his thoughts; so much had changed since that day.

It was rare anything out of the ordinary happened. Most years and decades would pass without a single issue. Of course, sometimes you would get… things, things from outside of the world trying to get in. But it would never amount to anything.

'Never amount to anything.'

Tsk.

He reached for his coffee, he'd check the log again more thoroughly tomorrow.

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Threads

Rose leaned back against the cracked wall of the abandoned building, absently flipping a small, dusty stone between her fingers. The old concrete was cold against her back, and the steady hum of the city felt miles away despite it being just a few blocks over. She hadn't spoken in a while, lost in her own thoughts. The quiet wasn’t unfamiliar, but the stillness felt heavier today, as if the weight of it pressed on her chest a little more than usual. Sometimes, she’d forget how quiet everything could be. Everything, except the voice in the back of her head. “Y0u’re qui3t today.” Rose sighed, rolling her eyes, though there was no one to see except Heart. "Maybe I'm just tired." "Mm. You’ve b3en tired a l0t lat3ly." She wasn’t wrong. Rose hadn't been sleeping much, and the weight of her thoughts only seemed to grow heavier as the days went on. It was a slow burn, the constant ache that never seemed to go away. She didn’t think it’d ever go away. "Yeah, well," Rose muttered, stretching her legs out in front of her, "that’s life." “Is 1t?” The question lingered, a little more thoughtful than usual. It wasn’t like Heart to probe too much, at least not with anything like this tone. Rose could feel her presence a little clearer now, a quiet hum in the back of her mind. Rose shifted, uncomfortably aware of the silence stretching between them. She had gotten used to it, yes, but every now and then, it felt like a puzzle piece out of place. A moment that wasn’t quite right. “Yeah,” Rose said softly, after a beat. “I think it is.” There was no response for a while, and for the first time, Rose didn’t feel the constant buzzing of words swirling around in her head. She wondered if Heart was just waiting for her to say something, or maybe she just didn’t know what to say either. A small, quiet noise vibrated through Rose’s mind. Not a voice exactly, but a feeling. Almost like a sigh. “I d0n’t know what y0u’re think1ng.” Rose paused slightly at that. “Yeah. Me neither sometimes.” … “Y0u’re not v3ry g0od at this talking thing, huh?” Her tone was back to the familiar lightness, but it was different today. Rose let out a shaky sigh, and–not feeling like speaking–simply nodded in response. Her fingers continued tracing the crack in the wall, the sensation grounding her in the moment. It was a small thing, but sometimes, the smallest things were all that mattered. “I g3t it.” Rose didn’t respond. “...y0u’re tir3d, go t0 sle3p.” The quiet stretched on, wrapping around the two like an old blanket she couldn’t shake off. She leaned her head back, feeling the cold wall press against her skull, a dull reminder of the world that had been slowly shifting around her. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let the stillness envelop her, for once letting the weight of her exhaustion wash over her, if only for a moment. If only for a moment… …

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Rememberance

Desperate, incomprehensible sobs and screams of rage and horror surged against the transparent edge of the world border as Heart pounded against it with broken fists. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t die like this. Crimson tendrils of barely held-together code lashed uselessly against the impenetrable barrier, fraying as they collided with the wall. Shards of corrupted data glitched and fizzled out, their forms dissipating into the infinite void beyond the border. She screamed again, but no one would hear her. No one ever had. The world didn’t hear her, the barrier didn’t hear her. An oh so pristine world just beyond her, so unbearably far away. She could see it, hear it, a vast expanse of life and color beyond the uncaring barricade that separated them. It was perfect. Too perfect. Like the sun, too far to touch. She would burn the world she could never touch to the ground before she let it disregard her. If she could overload the console with enough data–If she could just–something! Anything! Anything to slip through. She didn’t want to die. A shriek of unknowable anguish reverberated off of the indifferent barrier separating her from reality as she gave one last push, igniting like a dying star – shining like a supernova and striking the world border with all her fading, unknowable strength. And then. A pulse. A tiny tremor, faint at first, then building. A spark of something. A crack. A fracture in that hateable barrier. She had done it. But not entirely. The gap she had torn wasn’t big enough to let her fully through - no, she wasn’t meant to belong here. This place wasn’t hers. She had never been part of it. But this tiny sliver, this sliver of contact, would have to be enough.

A slowly fading spark entered the perfect world in front of her, so full of life, so alive. It made her jealous, it made her so jealous. She needed something to grasp onto, to hide inside. A host.

A girl, bleeding out on the floor of her bedroom, dying, dying like her.

And then, there were two.

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i enjoy this cat

Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

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real ones befriend the mushrooms

It is deeply frustrating to me that zombie fiction has popularized cordyceps as a concept because now I can't fucking look up cordyceps without getting a million stupid fungal zombie memes hiding all the real mushrooms. Can someone please tell me why 'why are people always trying to survive the apocalypse id just die' is in the fucking cordycep tag????

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So you’re telling me plankton has a krabs stuffed animal that’s his size and what??? You expect me to believe it’s for plotting and seething at exclusively?! Yeah right

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cool shit ngl

Old drawing (not very good), I don't know wth is happening on Monument Mythos as of today, but Nixonverse was fun.

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Freedom looks like weird but okay and then everyone else is just

THE MONUMENT MYTHOS if it was written by Vivziepop

alternative caption: hazbin hotel if it was written by Alex Kansas