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[dadtron-3000]

I already posted these in the Outlast discord, but I said I'd draw point wojak Waylon and Miles

Transparent to put anywhere!

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[art-deco-dad]

💛 Daffodils mean Unrequited Love 💛

[muanpurr]

Dadtron!!

[plutonium-heart]

You guys are not ready for my post LL issue 25 AU where cybertronians all went extinct and Cybertron turned into a lost planet but no one knows why except for 5 sparklings scattered across the universe who are key to revitalize the planet.

[sledge-in-space]

Aya needs some tunes to get her through the New Dawn~ (Featuring art from my love @dadtron-3000)

[ask-a-boyo]

[Something to do with being a prodigal son]

[ask-a-boyo]

(And this? @deco-devolution ?)

2018 is the year we draw Jack as broad-shouldered as he looks in canon. 

Look at this guy. He’s built like Adam Setliff. Don’t deny it.

[hillbillied]

I was tagged by @makesiteasier​! Thank you so much, it means a lot!! (stuff from @hillbillydraws, me art blog, is also on here)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

I was labelling these with pairings then realized they are all Andy/Eddie lmao

The Church of Saint Andrew (Fic) A romp through history where an immortal Eddie has to deal with a constantly reincarnating Andy, who doesn’t remember him each time. It’s been a lot of fun (still is!) to write and the response to it has been pretty fucking awesome, ngl.

What Happens in Melbourne, Stays in Melbourne (18+ Fic) A prompt fill about Eddie’s long history of being queer in the marines, and Andy’s non-existent history of being queer anywhere. It’s nice to write something raunchy and cute... probably the gayest my writing’s gotten (thus far).

1943 (Comic) You can pry Jewish!Andrew Haldane from my cold dead hands. I haven’t done Hanukkah art for 2+ years so I’m really proud of this one.

First Priority (Fic) I just started this and it’s so dumb... It’s a short Aliens-style AU where Andy is a spaceship AI/android and Eddie’s an engineer in love.

The Ruin of One Eugene Sledge (18+ Fic) The legendary threesome I threatened to write years ago of Andy/Eddie/Eugene. Blame @theblossomknows​‘s encouragement. Will be finished soon, I swear!

Should’ve Saved it for Your Billet, Boys (Fanart) Busted my ass on the lighting for this but it reminded me that I can draw even after getting real rusty at it!

The Ending They Deserved (Fanart) Andy and Eddie getting married in their dress blues and one of the few paintings I’ve ever posted.

I Hope You Stay a While (Gif set) I’ve made a lot of shit for When it Rains, it Pours, but this one’s probably the best. I will finish that fic in 2021 so help me, it’s the best thing I’ve ever written.

Bonus: There was more here and here than expected, I produced more shit than I thought!

Tagging: @welchh​, @peachessir​, @ammunitionist​, @theblossomknows​, @ktredshoes​, @basilone​, @mercurygray​, @dadtron-3000​, @deadbrave​ (you got one day left before 2021, good luck, I’m a pain)

[farcry5ocs]

(Art by @dadtron-3000 on tumblr)

Name: Adrian Johnson

Age: 54 (Physical Age 34, Youth Returned by Eden's Gift)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship: None

Occupation: Captain of Engineering

Game: Far Cry New Dawn

A short description about your OC: When the cult swept through Adrian's town like a breeze, taking her sixteen year old daughter Rose with them, Adrian felt a grief so strong it nearly crippled her. She had always struggled to provide for her daughter as single parent living paycheck to paycheck, but she would've moved the moon for her girl if she could. But whatever Joseph Seed promised her lured her away, and Adrian vowed that she would never let another parent fall victim to the pain of losing a child.

As she ached to hear news of her daughter's whereabouts from the police, she moved to a new state with a college friend and joined outreach volunteer programs to help struggling families and at risk teens. Her experiences there led her to become a Jack of all trades, and slowly became her career. Building shelters, stockpiling food, basic first aid and self defense, etc.

When the bombs fell, she was lucky. She was lucky enough to survive years of shelter-hopping and foraging for scraps when Thomas Rush went through what was left of her city. He offered her a job as an expert on his train, and once they became friends, taught her how to shoot. Adrian helped Rush rebuild communities and unite people all along the coast, hearing stories of violent people who call themselves the Highwaymen and of a cult that made their home in a what's left of a place called Hope County, Montana.

Although her journey there led her to heartbreak and loss, it also dug up ghosts from the past. Now she works to protect a place called Prosperity, and after swallowing her pride and alliancing herself with the very people who took her daughter away in the first place, she finally has a place to call home.

A mention to you/your blog or a link to your OC’s tag: I don't have much of an oc tag but I can be found on discord @Sledge's Hammer#8938 I love to RP and talk about the games!

[fanfiction-inc]

Hope Of A Forsaken Man (FC5 2020 Fanzine)

Verse: Far Cry 5

Characters: Staci Pratt, Jacob Seed

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, torture references, and drinking

Word Count: 999 words (Limit was 1,000)

Summary: Staci Pratt begins to experience another episode of PTSD induced from his time in Jacob Seed’s cage. memories resurface, pain is felt, but what will be the resolve Pratt faces? Only you can find out.

NOTE: This was my contribution to the 2020 Far Cry 5 Fanzine. I highly encourage you all to go follow the artist I worked with as well as check out the rest of the art and stories from the fanzine itself. Below I will have the fanzine tagged. Art by the amazing: @dadtron-3000​. Thank you so much for being my partner in this and working so well with me, even if my idea was a bit delayed!

Link to the 2020 Far Cry 5 Fanzine: https://www.dropbox.com/s/qzje7mv8yq14guj/Far%20Cry%205%20Fanzine.pdf?dl=0

Link to Ao3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25021558

“It becomes difficult to deal with everyday life because you have hid your soul in a dark corner so it doesn’t have to face the dangerous world of the Trauma.  Without your soul, you are only half a person, a machine who is constantly running from reality.” - Amy Oestreicher

The clouds rolled in above the metal ceiling of a newly improvised cage, rumbling with the deadly winds and shaking the world about. Montana storms could be some of the worst to sleep during, some of the worst to escape from. He takes a deep breath as he lays in bed, listening to the pistoning of rain hammering the metal roof above, how the soft drip of water from a spot that leaked near the window fell into a waiting dish, half full already from the torment of the storm outside. Each sound had its own little reverberance, own little sounding off point, and it made his body toss and turn underneath the thin sheet he insisted upon when he first had a place to call home. At least, what could have been deemed a home. The lightest flinch followed when the window creaked and the room around him settled along with the touch strain of wind, watching the world around him shatter, even if the storm was supposedly supposed to be brief that night. 

The man could only recall back to his time behind metal bars, how the wind and rain hammered him, drenched him, and covered him in the mud from beneath. He could remember how the ground and bars faintly shook with each deep rumble of thunder above. The storms went on for days in those mountains, cutting off all the sudden then starting back up just when you thought they would be over. The world above was going to hell, and back then he never imagined escape. He never imagined leaving the confines of the red headed captor that held him there, bound by chain and sizzle of defiance. He hated that man, even when he showed what was a mock of sympathy. 

"Still got some fight in those eyes, Peaches. A few more days will do you well. Strengthen you up. You want to be strong, don't you? Strong enough to leave your bonds?"

Battered, broken, starved, and diminished. All the other could do was nod along in a feeble gesture of loyalty. This 'loyalty', built on the backbone of the blood, piss, and sweat of the others that had been just as unfortunate as him to sit on the muddy ground beneath him, was all he had as his sign of hope. He thinks back to it now, as the storm rages on outside with his back pressed onto a filthy mattress and pillow wrapped around his ears, how wrong he had been at the time to think that loyalty would have gotten him anywhere. He lets out a broken sob when the walls around him shake, shaking limbs curling into a fetal position as best as they can while being tangled in the mess of the thin fabric around him. Some would think after months of being away, he would have a way to cope… But there truly was no way. 

His hand is shuffling for the bottle beneath the bed, sweat slickened hair stuck to his forehead from the Montana heat slipping and falling before his face, letting the light droplets cascade down until they meet the amber bottle that holds only God knows what sort of cheap liquor. He had taken to spending his nights like this. Anxious, mind riddled with memories, and drinking away his sorrows until he was finally asleep. Just like him. He who locked him away. He who ruined what sense of sanity Pratt had held onto like a lifeline while in his company. He who still haunts his dreams, speaking to him within his mind until he's passed out and waiting for the next day to begin. 

The cap is unscrewed and thrown aside, mind-set already on finishing the contents of the bottle despite the amount left behind from the last go-round. His lips, chapped and trembling slip around the opening and the burn of whiskey stains his throat. He coughs, sputters, and feels the liquid run down his chin, dripping down onto a bare chest that heaved with each anxious breath. 

"Whiskey, a mans drink. Supposed to burn your throat and make ya strong. That's what my old man used to say before he'd take one down the hatch… Drink up, Peaches."

That voice that haunts him so, making him recall the first drink they shared, the first drink excluding what rainwater he could collect in his cupped hands. He takes another harsh swig of the bottle, growing accustomed to the sting and warming of his throat and belly knowing by the end of the bottle he'll be sleeping fine. But fine wasn't a word he'd use often. Fine was just the dull buzz in his head and numbness in his being. Fine was the days he spent flinching at gunshots and turning around at the faintest of voices that sounded like his captors own, as if he was taunting him from the grave. Fine was not fine, and in Staci Pratt's mind, fine would never be truly fine. 

The bottle rolled across the worn wooden floor, stopping against the dressers edge with the quiet slosh of a few sips that just couldn't be finished. He lays with fluttering vision to the ceiling, the rain beginning to fall into a dull Drum and lessen to a familiar song. 

"A man clings to the bottle like it's his only lifeline. What do you cling to?"

His voice sounds distant to Pratt, even as he begins to drift, even as his heart slows and his body lulls into the heavy slumber just outside the reaches of death. There was one thing Jacob fucking Seed could never take away from him, just one thing he couldn't own. 

"Hope."

FC5 Tag: @theoceanhathsolace​

[sledge-1959]

I was tagged by @all-of-the-ships-are-sailing!! ;w;  11 Questions:

post the rules

answer the questions given to you by the tagger

write eleven questions of your own

tag eleven people

1. If you could teleport to any place at all right now, where would you go? - To New Zealand to see my friend @dadtron-3000 :3

2. Cakes, pies or pastries? - Pies. Apple pie preferably.

3. A thing you’re currently obsessing over? - HBO War, specifically Band of Brothers.

4. What would you get if you mixed your favorite and least favorite color together? - Green.

5. Something you’re really looking forward to? - Naka Kon 2018

6. Your go-to comfort food? - Beef or shrimp flavored cup ramen

7. Song you keep playing on repeat atm? - Lemon Boy by Cavetown, and Cough Syrup by Young the Giant

8. Favorite Disney character and why? - Tiana from The Princess and the Frog. She’s so sweet and she works so hard and I love her. She’s also beautiful and rocks a green gown. ;w;

9. What pets do you have and their names? - My dog!! Her name is Gidget.

10. Look to your right, what’s the first thing you see? - Tissue box

11. A talent/ability you wish you already had? - Ability to draw and create amazing things like it’s nothing, like my sweet friend @batteredbatsy. I would be able to do it if I wasn’t so insecure about my art. ;;w;;

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New Questions

1. Favorite fictional character and why? 2. What’s a song you listen to to cheer yourself up? 3. Favorite ice cream flavor? 4. What time do you usually go to bed? 5. A book you would recommend to anyone? 6. Favorite childhood movie?

7. Favorite holiday?

8. Something that wears you out?

9. Favorite video game? If you’re not a gamer, then a board or card game?

10. Is any part of your body cold right now? 

11. If you could pick a superhero or sidekick to become for one month minimum, who would you pick and why?

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And I’ll tag, @batteredbatsy, @phancy-schmancy, @is-this-name-too-long-or-what, @silverjumpwings, @raisedbyferallesbians, @lieutenantcarwoodlipton, @kurokoumori13

[dadtron-3000]

The fair is super tiring when your goal is to win every game for your girlfriend

A Joey/Mary comm for @sledge-1959 :3c

Prizes and comic + last image together under the read more

[art-deco-dad]

Let the morning light shine in~

@sledge-1959 @sledge-in-space

[notohsoserious-blog]

I cleaned up the coding for Level 18 in DreamDaddy as best as I could. (These are NOT from top to bottom in order, these are all just lines from the coding.) Also, Amanda’s mother info (at bottom.)

PlayerName     Brent Lilley Get some rest. But if you’re not doing anything later, maybe you give me a call. Little Barry and I have been on our own for a while now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s that us Dads have to help each other out. I know it’s hard to raise a kid as a single parent. Even I lost my wife under mysterious circumstances. Saul walks to the door of my bedroom, but stops. He turns to me. Be well, {$PlayerFirstName}. It means to live your life like none of this ever happened. Go be happy. Go raise your daughter. Go fall in love. So what does this mean for me? But it’s my job to get to the bottom of this. What you saw down there, what we both saw down there, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forget it. And I get the feeling that you won’t be able to, either. There’s strange and mysterious forces at work here in Maple Bay. Graves. Detective Saul Graves. Who are you? You don’t know me, but I know a lot about you, {$PlayerFirstName}. Been keeping tabs on you for a while. Once the door closes, the man pulls up a chair and sits next to my bed. Take it sleazy, fellas. Mary cracks a smile before turning and leaving my room. Thanks, Mary. I’m happy you’re okay. I was worried about you. Glad to see you’ve both got your story straight. Good answer. Mary stares at me, waiting for me to say something. But don’t worry, they’re staying with my parents out in the midwest til this all blows over. You know it was a real shame, what happened to Joseph. I had no idea he was doing what he was doing to the church. And I can’t believe he ran once the feds showed up, leaving me to take care of our four beautiful children on my own. Mary, are you okay? Rise and shine, bucko. ...the guy I saw in the hallway. Amanda skips out of the room, and in a moment Mary enters with, I love you too, Dad. Amanda, I love you so much. Yeah? Wait There’s a detective here who’s been waiting to talk to you. He’s nice but he’s drinking all of our coffee. Lemme go grab him. They found something in the Yacht wreckage. Some documents that showed he was embezzling funds from the church. Nobody’s seen him since. Where’s Joseph? The yacht sank. The rescue crews had to pull you out of the water. That was a few days ago. You don’t remember? Panda I missed you so much. What happened? I remember that. It’s March 22nd. You got me a record player and we ate an ice cream cake at the beach? But then I dropped the ice cream cake and got sand all over it? Remember? Dad, did you forget again? Amanda, what’s your birthday? Wait. I’m so happy to see her again I was so worried about you This is the best hug of my life. Amanda! Amanda leaps off of the chair in my room and attacks me with a hug. Dad! My eyes open and I shoot up in bed, gasping for air. What the hell? //Joseph laughing sfx This body is but a conduit, Mary! I’ll see you in your nightmares! The more I look at it, the more it seems to break my mind. I turn away, my head pounding. The children corner Joseph as I crawl to Mary, who pulls me into the hallway. I look back into the room at the horror I had escaped. It’s time to go. Hey, sailor. Mary turns to me and holds out a hand. Mary   neutral (pretty sure sprite is shown here) Won’t you feed us, Father? Father, we’re so hungry. Mary   shocked  (pretty sure sprite is shown here) Chris peeks into the doorway behind Mary. He looks different. Behind him are Christian, Christie, and Crish, who all creep into the room. Father? I’m done with you. Sweetheart, we can work this out. Joseph backs away from Mary, clutching the wound on his shoulder. You stole so much of my life from me. Honey, sweetie, you stabbed me. It’s over, Joseph. Joseph’s eyes go wide. He releases his grip on me and I gasp in air. He turns around. Joseph     pain  (pretty sure sprite is shown here) Mary   noblink  (pretty sure sprite is shown here) Please be good I’m sorry Amanda. I love you more than anything. All I can think about is Amanda, I miss her so much. The world goes quiet around me. This is it. Isn’t it? I have no strength left to fight him. What’s wrong? You were so into this last night. Joseph wraps his hands around my neck, smiling as he tightens his grip. Doing you dirty means I have to kill you. Welp, sorry bud, but I guess I’m gonna have to do ya dirty. I thought we had a thing here. What happened to Margarita Zone? {$PlayerFirstName}, I thought we were cool. Aw, man. Joseph knocks the knife out of my hand. It skitters across the room. As quick as I can, I pull his folding knife out of my pocket and lunge for Joseph, throwing all my force into him Wait Robert. You know I thought I was gonna take care of Robert, and then here you were trying to make your escape and honestly {$PlayerFirstName} you’re just killing my whole timeline here. Funny, here I was thinking marriage was about trust. Oh right! Mary! She’s rocking the tag team with you, isn’t she? Mary Dunno how you got out of those ropes. You’re a crafty one, aren’t you? Almost got away, huh? Cracks begin to form along the walls around me. I look down and see the floor collapsing in tiles. As the walls, crumble, I see where I truly am. Amanda turns ash black, her clothes, hair and bracelets collapsing into concentric rings of pitch-dark smoke. And my Amanda impression? I really think I stuck the landing on her irreverent yet wholesome tone. The whole manic pixie dream daughter thing? I should’ve been on Broadway with these chops. Like, cooking you breakfast? Over-medium eggs with hash browns? Come on. That’s so you. You know, I almost had you going there for a sec. Was it the crossword puzzle that gave it away? You know, I try so hard to nail the details. AmandaDemon   neutral  (pretty sure sprite is shown here) Nothing gets past you, huh? My birthday is I have seen a lot of weird stuff today, Amanda. Humor me. My birthday? Dad, really? Do I have to answer this? No, seriously. When’s your birthday? Why, did you get me something? When’s your birthday? Workin’ hard on these eggs, Dadtron. If you want the perfect over-medium I gotta be in the zone. Amanda pops her head in from the kitchen. Hey Amanda I stare at it for too long. This is, this is a crossword puzzle. I reach over to the coffee table and grab my trusty book of jumbles. I sit down on the couch, suddenly very exhausted. All I want is to have a big plate of hashbrowns with my daughter by my side while I quietly work on my word jumbles. Oh right, my mistake. Teenager brain, you know? She has red hair? You do art together? You pooped in her bed during that sleepover one time? Wait, I thought, isn’t Emma R your best friend? Oh, sure. You know, my best friend? Emma P.? By the way, is it okay if Emma P. comes over tonight? This is all so confusing, was it a dream? Amanda skips out of the room. That sounds amazing. You know what? You need breakfast. A very greasy breakfast. You’re damn right. No whale could keep me from my daughter. You didn’t see a whale, did you? You poor thing. Wow, one night at sea. Amanda, I’m so glad to see you. You have no idea. I have to choke back tears of relief. I hug Amanda again. Nothing has ever felt as good in my entire life. I feel, fine. I look down and at myself and my clothes. They’re there. My shoes are on. My fingernails aren’t gnarled. You know what? I’m just glad you’re home. Oh, I, Uh What happened? Did the boat break down or something? A...Amanda? Where have you been?! Are you okay? I tried calling you like thirty times! Amanda rushes into the room, wrapping her arms around me in a ferocious bear hug. Dad! ...I’m in my house?! How did that? I place my hand on the knob, seeing for the first time my gnarled fingernails and stretched, papery skin. I open the door and walk through. A door at the dead end of the hallway. It’s a door. Until... My hell is inescapable. I don’t know why I keep moving, why I keep placing one foot in front of the other. My clothes are tattered and my shoes have worn through. Oh god, Joseph. I can see his face so clearly in those dreams. The exhaustion has sunk into my bones. I drift in and out of consciousness. I think I’ve slept, if you can call it sleep. My dreams are plagued with nightmares of being chased down this hallway. I see Joseph’s kids. They hide in the shadows. They’re coming to drag me back to Joseph. And yet still here I am. I’ve been walking for what I think must be days. It could be weeks, months. I’m not sure how I’m still going. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but my body aches with soreness. I’m long past dehydration. My head is pounding. My vision is blurred. I lean up against the walls of the hallway for support. The hallway bends and twists. Sometimes it gets smaller, to the point where I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get through. Sometimes it expands into a great cavern where I can’t even see the ceiling. I see no way out other than to keep moving forward. If there is an other end. Looking ahead of me, I can’t see the end of the hallway, it bends further up there. I look back and can’t even see where I started. I guess the only thing I can do is keep going and hope there’s a way out on the other end. I check myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and, this thing in my pocket. The pocket knife that Robert gave me. If I have to defend myself, this is all I have. Eventually I run out of breath. I can’t keep sprinting. Not with these Dad knees. I have to get out of here. I get out of the chair and run as fast as I can down the hallway outside of my holding cell. Mary finishes untying me and disappears. He’s coming. Run, kid. Mary   shocked  (pretty sure sprite is shown here) Don’t think about it. Not right now. I Come on. Who do you think lived in that house before you? I raise my eyebrows at her. I don’t want it to end like this. Not again. Look, truth is I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for the both of us. I don’t think you’re a bad person, despite what you might think of me. Shh! Shut up for once. I guess I did try to break up your marriage I gotta be honest, I didn’t like you at first. She kneels down and starts working on the ropes around my ankles. I’m gonna get you out of here. It’s okay, {$PlayerFirstName}. It’s me. Hell, don’t even think anything. Don’t say anything. A hand slips over my mouth. How long was I out? When is he coming back? How do I get out of here? Oh man. This is bad. This is very bad. Now it’s time to wake up. All along you’ve been living a dream, Daddy. A beautiful nightmare, wouldn’t you agree? This is a nightmare. I think it’s about time that miserable drunk gets one last visit from the Dover Ghost. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s some other business I need to attend to. Your dear friend Robert has been awfully worried about you  If I do my job, I won’t even have to. Please, {$PlayerFirstName}, give me some credit. Look at my pedigree. If you touch her And don’t worry yourself about Amanda. But now it’s my turn. Just kidding! You don’t get to choose. I know you’re used to being in control here. What about Amanda? I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do. Do you have anything you’d like to say? Wow And I will fuck each Dad whose life I destroy until the shame and stink of their failures has returned our eternal king to life. The fuel of a hundred thousand rank darknesses of the soul. Out there, in the dark of the sea, lies something that has been waiting to return for a hundred million years. It showed the path to Jonah, my ancient ancestor, as it has shown the path to me. Of course you don’t. You were out there gallivanting about, seducing all the hottest single Dads. Meddling in something you have no understanding of. A greatness you could not conceive. I don’t understand. And all to get these very good friends of ours here, in my town, and my father’s town, and his father before him. Hurting for human touch. Praying for the salvation of kindness. Maple Bay is a psychic beacon of unfathomable power, but it requires sacrifice. It needs to feed on those deep, unquenchable pangs of anguish. But man, what if I had? The look on your face would’ve been priceless. I don’t know if that’s a relief or not. I unfortunately can’t take credit for that one. It seems entropy beat me to the punch. Wait, Amanda’s mom, Cora, it can’t be How many couples have I pushed to divorce? How many wives and husbands have I hunted in the dark? Profoundly. Loyalty? You’re insane. Because of me. Because of my work. Because of my loyalty. I don’t know if I do, Joseph. And do you want to know why? Nothing’s a coincidence, idiot. No town in America has such a concentration of eligible, willing Dads. ...I just thought it was a coincidence. {$PlayerFirstName}, ever wonder where all the wives and husbands in town went? Why everyone’s an eligible single father? This is too much, my head hurts Just think of it as the real Margarita Zone. Inhabiting many spaces. The betweens of the world. The gaps in mathematics. It’s quite simply beyond you, I’m afraid. And it’s not a dungeon. Dungeons are for old castles and twelve year olds. This place is, how would I describe it? All dead. Everyone who figured it out, that is. How did nobody notice a dungeon underneath the town? Somebody would have had to— Hey, deductive reasoning! Points for {$PlayerFirstName}! The house? Are we under the cul-de-sac? Where you really are is under the house. Or I guess, under the houses. I know that sounds kinda hokey but stick with me. I promise I’ll get back to being relatably cool in a second. I am the conduit for something beautiful, {$PlayerFirstName}. Something pure. And you have the honor of being part of it. All that religion mumbo-jumbo wasn’t entirely false. I am a man of the cloth, just not the cloth you’re thinking of. {$PlayerFirstName}, there are powers at work so far beyond your understanding that the very idea that I would sink to some half-baked sex game is a little insulting. The safe word is Jimmy Buffett. I mean, it’s kind of a sex thing. Oh, that’s so cute. You think this is a sex thing. Joseph starts laughing hysterically. He wipes a tear from his eye. Joseph, this is insane. So the whole minister thing... that’s just a front for this weird sex dun- And in that case I guess that technically makes me not a Dad. Woops. Sorry to kill that little fantasy for you. Well, they are my kids. In a way. Cosmically. I guess you could call them vessels. My kids? Those aren’t my kids. Joseph laughs. Poor Mary. And their kids Well, hi. My name is Joseph. I have an alcoholic whore wife, whose life I destroyed. You used to be a lot more fun. I told you, I’m a cool youth minister. Have you seen my tattoos? Were you even watching me tear it up on the dance floor? Who are you? I’m pretty sure that’s a sin. I’m very perceptive. A good listener. I heard all those impure thoughts, {$PlayerFirstName}, and about a married man, no less. Wait. How did he? Dastardly? Sadistic? It can be both. Throw another one in there. Wrathful. That one’s good. His voice is different. This whole situation is different. The way he’s talking, it’s You’re not in a joking mood. I get that. ... Get it? Whale? We talked extensively about whales last night? You don’t really like them? And down to pound, if you catch my meaning. I had a whale of a time last night. I always liked you, {$PlayerFirstName}. Goal oriented, anchored by family. The rock in a shallow sea. Hah! Ha ha! Into this kind of? Joseph?! Jesus, what is this? Are you into this kind of thing? I wish you’d have warned me. I mean, why wouldn’t you? You trust me, right? Please, I don’t know how I got here. I think there’s been a mistake. Trust, if that’s what you get off on. It’s a personal guarantee. A verbal handshake. Who’s there? Can you untie me? I can see someone at the end of the hall. It’s just a shape  I can barely make out any features. Oh, I guarantee this is real. I’m dreaming, or something. This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? ...a dungeon. Don’t panic. You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a... Anybody? Joseph? How did I get here? What’s going on?! What the hell?! I, am I tied up?! Wait. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day. ...Well, we all have each other. That’s what matters. And how will Amanda feel about all this? I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids? Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. PlayerLastName     Lilley PlayerFirstName   Brent

c:/users/jory/documents/ddaddsinky/cultending.ink (added this in because it looks important, i guess.)

Digging into this more, I found out something that kind of blew me away.

So before release, SOME people, (streamers, possibly GameGrumps, more specifically Suzy) got to play the game, and share it. I noticed when watching her play-through that a lot of things were missing and different, as expected, the game wasn't done when she played it, but they changed something that stuck with me.

The name on the picture, is only signed with a C. Now she’s being called Alex, to my assumption for the purpose of having the name work for both gender picks (father or mother.)

But the C was there, indicating her mothers name started with a C, now changed to just “I love you Amanda.”

As you noticed in my clean of the codes before, you see the line: “Wait, Amanda’s mom, Cora, it can’t be”

Yes, I am 100% sure that her mothers name was Cora. But this means many other things. This Joseph ending, the cult ending, this was made long long ago for them to still have her original name be in there. This raises a lot of questions.

I don’t know for sure, but possibly this ending wasn’t meant to be DLC, or what anyone is speculating. I just don’t know. I spent a long time on this, so hopefully, maybe, this helps something.

This game is beyond what I thought it was, and I absolutely love it.

**Edit** I am NOT saying I am deadass correct about any of this, I could be completely wrong and a big idiot, but I felt it to be necessary to share this.

**Double Edit** The lines from the level are NOT in order, so feel free to organize them if you want.

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What was supposed to be a doodle on another pic I drew... 🦈💤

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Everybody say "Hi Lucy" 👋

Template | Took a crack at the Reagent oc template! It's a lot of fun! Information on Lucy below :)

Lucy has been around the sleep rooms for a while, keeps to himself and only really cares about possessions he can keep on his person - which, to the layman, looks like he's open to sharing.

Because he doesn't often get attached to other Reagents, Lucy is quite a good fit to teach starting teams. More inclined towards surviving a trial over making friends, it makes him a good role model and new subjects catch on quick. Due to the amount of times he's done trials in the Thin Blue Line, Coyle has become accustomed to his presence, yet still tries to kill him.

Most of the time, Lucy comes off as aloof and calm, leading new teams with little to no communication, showing and doing rather than explaining. Though, he will throw bricks and bottles at Ex-Pop and Prime Assets that get too close.

Has a crush on Nurse Barlow, though it is not reciprocated.

He will interact with other reagents, but mostly non verbally.