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i know unicorns are usually silver or lavender with those skinny horse legs built for running but id like to see more unicorns with natural colouration built like tanks like these beasts

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I wonder where’s Lilacpaw been through all this?

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Rule #9 Don't be disrespectful in the dojo

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Have you heard what they say? Bad winners and sore losers aren't welcome in the dojo. You'd be surprised how often people forget themselves in the heat of battle. The high of the adrenaline rush, the crush of your lost pride. How you take those blows is very important, because they say it's not just the judgement of your peers that you should fear. It's hers. She's always there, almost completely hidden by Sakura trees dutifully presiding over every duel. every fight, every bout. Her details have been weathered away, cracks littering her surface, splitting diagonally across the furrow of her brow, deepening the already ferocious grimace of her face. There are some that say she was a Nio guardian; a protector at the entrance of a shrine, a defender of those who claim sanctuary within. But if you conduct yourself in a manner unbefitting of a martial artist, they say she'll level that heavy gaze on you.

There's nothing of the guardian in her then, She's the very appearance of an ogre.

You only get one warning. The ripple of goosebumps across your skin and a shiver down your spine. Turn around. Keep calm. Try not to panic when you see just how much closer she is to you now. and how far you are from the door.

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Rule #8 Don't default on your debts

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Have you heard what they say?

You should always make sure to pay your dues. No one likes the person who hands out I.O.Us. and empty assurances. Don't take a gamble, if you can't settle your debts.

If that sounds like you, you might just be her type. They say she has an eye for an easy mark.

Be suspicious of an insanely good winning streak, that's how they say she plays her game, delicate and devious. She gives you just enough rope to hang yourself.

Imagine chasing that winner's high just to lose every gamble, every choice, every 50/50 guess, even if you try to cheat. How many losses do you think you could endure before you do something drastic to win?

She'll leave you with one trick however, she can't help herself. Fan out a deck of cards and you'll always pull the queen of spades; the Black Maria.

Now you've seen her hand, you've got one card to play.

They say she has a taste for the finer things.

Go down to the maintenance floor's decommissioned incinerator, and bring some opulent trinket with you. The hatch will be open, the hot air prickling your skin and stinging your eyes. You can just make out the shape of her, lost amongst the flames, her flesh is molten, the heat enough to make her broken bones glow.

Throw your offering into the blaze, but stay out of reach. or she'll drag you down to hell right alongside her.

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Rule #7 Don't play hooky in the art rooms

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Have you heard what they say? If you're looking for a place to truant, you better steer clear of the top floor art studio. It seems ideal, far from the teacher's lounge and plenty of stuff to muck about with, but you'd be making a big mistake. Especially if you go so far as to damage any of the artwork. They say he takes that personally. The sign is subtle. The art adorning the walls begins to change. The same image starting to repeat over and over. By then some say the door is already locked, and you're stuck there unless you can find the key.

You can hear the scrape of the mallet as he drags it behind him. His slow, lumbering footsteps, the rattling wheeze of his breath, the rhythmic drip of blood drops hitting the floor.

and that's not even the worst of it. they say when veers close by you can hear his voice.

Narrating.

He's the hero in his story. and he's calling the villain by your name

here's a tip, In a video game, the key is always in the last place you look.

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Rule #6 Don't pass notes in the classroom

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Have you heard what they say?

If you've got something you want to sneak to a friend during class you're better off just waiting. You might think it's a harmless thrill, the only risk being forced to read the note aloud, or maybe a demerit. But that's only if it's the teacher who catches you.

Not everyone is so lenient

It starts with a sudden static buzz from your intercom, That's when you'll find the note pushed underneath your door.

A room number, and a length of time. It reads like a detention slip,

and it's best to do as you are told.

He'll be waiting for you. They say he's easy to overlook. Stock still and standing with his back turned to face you. He resembles a store front mannequin, the old Hope's Peak formal uniform hanging on his frame like an exhibit. Take a seat. The room is too quiet, oppressive and weighty, like when it snows in the night. Even the irregular tick of the clock is muffled, the time it marks seeming to stretch out into eternity. It's said it makes you want to scream.

But if there's one thing all the stories agree on it's that you must endure.

provoke him to turn and they say you'll see a face that promises discipline. His eyes are red smouldering hollows, the glowing maw of a coal pit, set in an unflinching glare. Tears burn twin trails down his sunken, pallid cheeks and his face is framed with a blazing halo of white. Some go so far as to call him a devil. A devil who wields a pick axe in his left hand. He checks his watch. You haven't been dismissed. You'd better hope you can hold out until then.

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Rule #5 Don't eat the butter in the cafeteria

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Have you heard what they say? What you should do if you start to find an unpleasant aftertaste to the meals you eat in the main cafeteria? They say it's a sharp tang that crawls up your throat and coats your tongue. Check the ingredients, the common link will be butter. But it's no intolerance, or spoiled food. It's how he finds you.

They say like Calabar beans, it only effects the guilty. A way for him to pick out those with skeletons in their closets. but what it is for certain is an omen. A dark, greasy stain begins to spread slowly, reluctantly, seeping through your bedroom wall. Foul and glistening he emerges. Rivulets of some unspeakable substance rolls off his body, oozing down the wallpaper. Formless limbs slither beneath his melting frame, creeping toward you with a single minded purpose. He's a guilty conscience made manifest.

So promise him. Admit the wrongs you've wrought, swear you'll do better and promise with everything you have you'll try to set things right. They say that's your only hope.

The morning after feels like a fever dream. It's easy to to rationalise, some botulism based hallucination perhaps. But did you know? no matter how foul,

you can't get food poisoning from rancid butter.

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Rule #4 Don't enter the locker rooms at night

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Have you heard what they say?

There was a serial killer who used to pin up their victims with scissors like insects on display, a bloody message declaring the work as their own.

The rumour is that one their victims was a student here, Killed within the very walls of Hope's Peak.

There's even a game of courage that gets played at the "scene of the crime", although no one can agree which locker room it really was. Kids dare their friends to go sneak inside and draw 'bloodlust' on the wall.

Some get more than they bargained for.

It's a different locker every time. But it's said to be one that's never used, or maybe one without a key. Hearing the lock click is the cue.

Resist the urge to approach it, It will only open on its own.

You'll meet sad and downcast eyes, a green glow painting an unhealthy pallor across their sunken, grief stricken expression. The pressure in the room will begin to build. You can turn and leave now before the pressure feels like it might stave in your skull,

or

you can ask one question; quickly, quietly, reverently. They say if you have the strength to stand your ground, you'll get an answer.

Never repeat what you have learned.

No matter how much you might regret it.

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Rule #3 Don't play with baseballs near the hallway

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Have you heard what they say?

About why Hope's Peak doesn't have a baseball team? The rumour is that it's because the game is jinxed.

It's said that talent won't make a difference either. Easy swings are missed, sure catches fumbled, pitches always off their mark. Twisted ankles, bloodied noses, damaged property.

If you're lucky that could be the end of it.

The real danger is if you hear the sound of breaking glass.

Because people make mistakes when they panic.

First, in your haste to find the ball, you don't check to see if the window was actually broken.

Second, when you find it, in your relief you don't question how the ball managed to get inside the building.

And third, thinking you've gotten away with it, you'll miss the blur on your periphery.

You have one last chance, Because most say it's not until you pick up that ball, That you'll meet him face to face.

He's bruised. Head to toe. Beaten black and blue, pink stains seeping from beneath his torn and dirty jersey, his hair a wild crown of red. His legs are bowed and buckled beneath him and his arms held at crooked, odd angles.

There's blood on the baseball bat he's holding.

Drop the ball.

Run.

He'll swing for the fences,

And they say he never misses.

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Rule #2 Don't pick a fight in the gym.

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Have you heard what they say?

Not the teachers, of course, it's in the official rules not to fight after all. No, have you heard what they say about fighting in the gymnasium on the ground floor?

It's a trap.

There's an energy in there, or so it's said. An unseasonable chill that crawls up your neck and gets on your last nerve. Your temper begins to flare, and you feel the distant buzz of adrenaline.

That's the first sign. If you can resist it you're stronger than most. But if you can't, at least be smart about how you pick your battles, because she won't forgive you if you start a fight you can't finish.

Lord help you if you lose.

She's said to be good at hiding. She stalks you like a shadow, echoes your moves like a twin. She'll wait until you're all alone, separated from the herd, before she strikes.

They say your only chance is to stare her down. Seek out her reflection and meet her eyes.

What she looks like varies; a black bob or blonde bunchies, loud dress or a drab uniform, skin pale or ruddy. Her face unremarkable save for the spatter of blood dotted across it like freckles. But in every story her eyes are always the same.

The eyes of a wolf who's caught her prey.

You'd better not blink.

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Rule #1 Don't swap the dormitory name plates.

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Have you heard what they say?

If you swap the name plates in the western corridor of the first year dorms you've broken a rule. Not one of the ones you'd find in your e-handbook. One of Hope's Peak's unwritten rules, and when you break them you get punished.

You won't notice straight away, but most people say it starts with a song. The most beautiful sound, it might even remind you of birdsong, but it's quiet. Right on the edge of your hearing. It's only when you enter your own dorm that you realise how strange that is. After all, all the rooms are soundproof.

They say she'll be waiting for you. No two stories can agree exactly where she'll be, although most say she waits behind a door. The handle is jammed; That's the sign. If you give up there you'll be spared the ghastly sight of her.

Long dark hair tangles in her limbs, casting a long shadow over her face obscuring the glint of her eyes and the too bright pink on her lips. She's far too pale, too limp, almost pitiable. Her arm doesn't sit right the way it's cradled across her body. And the handle of a knife sticks out of her belly.

You'd better run then, lock the door and stay beneath your bed, or they say she'll pull that knife out and use it on you the way it was used on her.

She's always gone by the morning, but it's said she leaves a message behind for you. It's indecipherable, but most say it feels like an apology.

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This might be the longest time I’ve ever spent drawing something holy shit-

Anyways here’s a gift for one of my favorite content creators in the TD fandom, @eavee-ry !! Their IOTS AU is literally so spectacular, along with their art and lore creation. I think it’s so amazing how there’s other people my age in this fandom absolutely killing it, and I’m very very proud of how far they’ve come along on this forum. Keep up the good work!!

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Tw : A TONN OF BLOOD AND GORE !!

Geoff and owen, inseparable buddies <33

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TW : Gore , blood

Courtney’s death :((

Duncan is yelling at Gwen to help free Courtney in hopes that they can help nurser her back to health but Gwen already knows its too late.

(Duncan’s black eye is from Cody btw !!)

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Moon 22 Part 1

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when i saw those cans i was positive they transformed by shotgunning them

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assorted brooks and jinbrook posting ofc <3

(psst,, the jinbrook was a kofi req!!! check me out, more info in pinned <3)