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TW/CW: Discussion of murder, death, and violence

imagine if evbo has a family outside of pvp civilization. a home. and he had his parents. and then one day, their sweet baby boy vanished. their baby boy had been fourteen going on fifteen when he had disappeared, he had a smile that could blind the whole world, he was struggling with freshman algebra and his parents would sit down with him on the couch and try and scrounge up memories from their school days to help him.

now their baby boy is finally back after months, but he is not their baby boy anymore. he is fifteen and he looks at them like he is shoving his hand in that haystack to find the needle. his smile is not as bright as it once was and his eyes have lost that glimmer of joy and innocence. they are so tired, they look like they have seen war. maybe they have.

and then there are the scars. the healed up wounds that mark something had been stabbed through his palms. when he takes off his shirt there is scar tissue so deep, so horrible on the skin of his stomach and chest his parents wonder What happened and how did he survive? the mark of a knife sliced across the throat and the jagged scar stretching across his jaw. and more. so so much more.

and yet he smiles. he tells his parents he loves them, that he will remember them, that he is beginning to remember them. he tells them stories he remembers, reminisces on cherished moments. and all of this says, i am still your son deep down, but it will take some time to find him. he refuses to tell them anything about his disappearance. he's fine. he is okay. really, he truly is. yet he still wakes up at night screaming and pleading and crying. please don't kill me. i don't want to die. why do i need to die? it hurts it hurts it hurts. and what can his parents do but wake up in the middle of the night, sit by him as he is curled up in bed, and watch as their baby boy (fifteen, not fourteen) cries and cries and cries, and refuses a hug, refuses to be touched, because it hurts.

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Do you think Tabi knew what was happening? Could she hear it? Faint through walls of brick and stone, muffled voices, something that sounded like a scream but it came so often that that couldn't be it. When the few times the door opened and she was given food could she hear what they were saying, "this is what a hero does. You're the Chosen One. You're saving us" followed by something that was barely even a scream anymore, instead the sound of a sword and some cut off gurgle. Did she realize that there was only one possible person who it could be in there? That could return and do it all over again? Did she deny it at first? And when Evbo finally got her, covered in a million cuts and scars, bags under his eyes, what did she think? What could she think? What could she say? Nothing. Nothing would make up for what he's done for her. So the best she can do is pretend like this is normal, and follow him.

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Combining evil evbo monologue with the song 'a human's touch' for my sanity <3

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Do I dare drop a PvP civilization AU? Yes, yes I do.

I love Minecraft Jesus, I’ll talk about PVPain later, but the little thing about it, Evbo gains scars every time he is killed and he ends up going on a rampage, killing guards, to escape.

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For the love of god if you like Parkour Civilization for its sheer angst potential PLEASE watch PvP Civilization. It’s DIABOLICAL and HURTS

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Oh no! Pvp Jesus! No!

I’m going crazy.

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after the first few times you'll forget it’s even happening

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me when we start eating billionaires and i have to kill gomez addams

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a meal fit for a champion

follow up to this comic

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attacking you with a brewing stand jump so you're forced to feel better

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Gonna go electrocute my rat brb

There’s a little rat inside your head.

This rat doesn’t know anything, but it knows that sometimes snacks fall into its cage, and sometimes the floor shocks its feet.  It likes the snacks, and it hates the shocks.  It will tell you to do things that produce snacks, and it will tell you not to do things that produce shocks.

This little rat is not the only power inside your head, and it might not be the strongest, but it’s there and it has influence.

So pay attention to how you’re treating the little rat.

If every time you learn something new, you say to yourself “ugh, I’m so ignorant for not already knowing this,” you’re shocking the rat.  You’re teaching it to be afraid of learning new things, to associate it with embarrassment and self-criticism.

Remember to feed the rat instead.  Tell it “now I know, and that is good,” and let it eat its snack in peace.

If every time you take care of yourself and your home, you say to yourself “ugh, I never do this enough, and I’ll never get it right,” you’re shocking the rat.  You’re teaching the rat that it was safer when you didn’t try to take care of things.

Feed the rat instead.  Praise what you have done, forgive what you haven’t, so the rat can feel safe.

When the rat takes a step in the right direction, even if the step is too small or slow or not in quite the right direction, feed it.  Don’t shock it for being imperfect; it’ll only learn not to take any steps at all.  Feed it, and let it get bolder, and take bigger steps, and give it bigger rewards for those bigger steps.

Be kind to your little rat.

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frisk is just a fucking baby. and everyone just monologues at them

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"They couldn’t see the stars the way I did anymore. I begged WX and Wilbur to just look, because they had to see it, but I had only been met with bewildered looks in return. The sky was black.

They thought the sky was black.

And oh stars, they were wrong. The sky was everything but black. It was great pools of navy blue, swathes of vibrant violet and twinkling cyans. It glittered with stardust like early morning dew on blades of grass. Swallowed in such a deep haze of darkness, they were too blind to see the world that had truly been created.

Had all the worlds been like this? Had the winter world hidden entire galaxies and star systems amidst its snow drifts? How much had I missed?

I wanted to show them the world. I knew that I could not."

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Demon Days *insert Gorillaz joke here*

Chapter 103 of What This World Has to Offer has been posted! Check it out on Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net, or the Don't Starve Forums!

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RAAA THIS IS ONE OF THE CUTEST DESIGNS IVE SEEN SO FAR

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