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I was in reblog jail most of the time I was conscious yesterday, so I'm kinda late! But!

Aro characters in the tacomlu

- Tommy

- Pearl

- Techno

- Eret

- Ex

- Pix

- Safiyya

- Chambers!

- Foolish

- Jack

- Delta

Happy belated Aromantic day! I love you all! - Patton

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OMG Helleborus these are amazing! Your sona is so much fun, Eret looks so regal, and Michael is just the CUTEST little thing! Thank you so so much Helleborus!- Patton

Been feeling very motivated to finally get around to some drawing ideas I've had for @tacom-literatureu-blog for awhile, first time ever drawing Eret or Michael and I'm really happy with them honestly?

Also feat. My sona who brings me so much warmth when xe's mentioned fjfkdkd, thanks so much for writing an amazing fic! I look forwards to drawing more from it in the future!

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Bc I'm in a TACOMLU mood, here's two songs that just fit characters from those fics

Be Nice To Me - The Front Bottoms

This one just screams TACOMLU!Grian or Jimmy. Listen to it and try to tell me wrong. It fits either or both of them and if I had the tools to make an animatic I would.

Twin Sized Mattress - The Front Bottems

This just fits the over all plot in so many ways- Here's parts of one verse:

'For the friends I've made' - Martyn vibes, fight me.

'For the sleepless nights' - Gem, Grian, Ranboo, Red, Eret, so many characters

'For the warning signs I completely ignored' - Jimmy or Grian or anyone talking about events!!

'It's no big surprise you turned out this way' - I feel like this is something Scar or Mumbo would say to Grian during one of their fights-

''With tears in my eyes I begged you to stay, you say 'hey man, I love you, but no fucking way!'' - THIS. Just the vibes of the whole series---

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Tacomlu Doodle Dump - Patton

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(Credit @chambers003 )

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Tommy: hey Eret what made you realize you were aro?

Eret, remembering how Quackity proposed on their second date:

Eret: I always had a bit of a hunch

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For the dress up ask game, could you do tacom!Ranboo in C1 or tacom!Eret in C2 :0? No pressure at all!

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Hi could I ask what events or overlooking happened for Eret to leave an entirely working camarvan replica in her museum? Kindly? With all my love? Why?

Historical Accuracy- Patton

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🧸 or 😶 (childhood or random) Eret headcanons if it's not too late to ask?

Never too late dude!!

Childhood: Eret doesn't remember a lot of her childhood. She has brief recollections of things like galas and manners that only royalty would know. And she thumbs through old books, ones eons old, and feels a kinship with the anonymous poet

Random: Eret loves arts and crafts, but her favorite is sculpting. She has sculptures in her gardens modeled after the deities of Life, Death, Light, and Dark (Sarah, Kristin, Kristi, and Lauryn)

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Ren shot out of bed drenched in a cold sweat, just as he had every night since he moved from his comfy and cozy doghouse, and into the too big, too vast, and too freezing Crastle.

With shivering hands he pulled on his night robe of the finest red silk, tying it taut around his waist. And yet the shiver didn't cease.

Perhaps, he thought to himself, a walk around would do be some good. Get the ol' blood flow pumping again. So with his new goal in mind, he also put on slippers made of the finest furs. And of course, he couldn't forget his crown of the finest riches on this side of the Gigaverse.

Fine furs, fine silks, fine wine, fine dining.

And yet, a not so fine Ren Diggity Dog.

He crept from his bed chambers and out into the cold hall, the stone walls and floors doing nothing for insulation. "Note to self-" He grumbled, arms folded across his chest. "Have BDoubleO install a freaking heater. Or a jacuzzi. A royal jacuzzi."

He paused, halfway down the hall.

"You're talking to yourself again." He chuckled to thin air. "Maybe Chat's right, I do need a vacation. All these royal decrees are messin' with my noggin'."

Ren continued puttering about, slowly descending down the stone staircase, until he finally found himself in front of his throne. He heaved a heavy sigh as he plopped down on the velvet cushion, chin against his hand.

"Doo do do doo." He mimicked the fanfare of trumpets, trying to find a sliver of joy from his day being crowned. But weeks had passed, and the theatrics turned to dullness.

"Not so fun being King, is it?"

Ren shot out of his throne.

He turned his head left. Right. Every which way until his neck throbbed.

"Okay, it's official. I need a vacation." Ren gulped. "Or a freakin' Xanax, if I'm hearin' voices."

A chuckle pierced through the air, and when Ren swiveled around, he found a figure standing right behind his throne. All he could make out was the crown.

"Ghost!" Ren exclaimed, falling backwards onto his butt. "Call Joe! Call the fire brigade! Call my mama!"

Another good natured laugh came from the translucent figure. She circled around and stopped in front of Ren's throne, a tight smile on her white face.

"There’s more to ruling than a crown and a throne, you know."

The hackles on the back of Ren's neck raised. "Who-who are you to tell me what a ruler is!? You're a ghost!"

"Correction, I'm YOUR ghost." She said, sitting down. "Like how that's MY crown."

"Wh-?" Ren reached to touch his crown, and suddenly it felt sticky. "No- no! BDubs made-"

She quirked her brow. "If you knew the crown had once belonged to another king, would you have ever put it on in the first place?"

Ren opened his mouth to protest.

But he knew she was right.

Pushing himself to his feet, Ren stared up at her. "What do you want?" He asked, trying to sound tough, despite his tail tucked between his legs and trembling hands giving him away.

"I want you to stop." She said, quite firmly. "Before it's too late "

"Why should I?!" Ren exclaimed. "Roads- roads are being built! The economy is back to normal! Why should I stop now?!"

The figure rose. She took the sunglasses off of her face, so her pale, white eyes could stare directly into his soul.

"Because," she whispered, the room thundering. "It was never meant to be."

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It’s a well known phenomena that if a builder is skilled enough, passionate enough, believes in themselves and their work enough, their creation can come alive. It has simply been dubbed ‘builder’s magic’, even when it is so much more.

But what about when a story is crafted so strongly, but doesn’t have a single place to manifest or a single builder to host off of?

Well. It’s happened already. A few times, really. But the oldest of these stories…

The fallen Dev has no brother. Neither does the Original, Joe Hills, although he doesn’t consider himself an only child.

And yet, there is evidence suggesting otherwise. Many have sworn they have seen the man, simply dressed and white-eyed, in their worlds. Usually staring from afar before vanishing, later accompanied by forests stripped of leaves and sandstone pyramids at sea. Or perhaps the environmental signs come first, and then they see him. It doesn’t matter.

All they know is that they are not alone.

Few claim to have a connection to this man. Even fewer actually are. Many that do have some relation to him don’t realise or don’t admit it.

The Devs can find no evidence of him.

And yet, he exists. A story told a thousand, a million times over, given a life, a body. The story of the Griefer, the Unseen Eyes, the Familiar Turned Other, combined into one.

Written by Chambers!!!

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Ashtober Day 18: Tea Party (@ashtreehollow )

The vines and roses are supposed to be an illusion to c!Angel (@helleborusangel )

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Family trees for mcyt sounds super interesting. And also feels like a "writer's treat", that you can have so much fun with. Like level "Scar in the latest creeper costume" level fun with it.

Timeline could help with the writing/rewriting for the future. And it doesn't even need to have so many details, simple message like "Scar gets punched by like 30 people for being...well, Scar." or a shorter one like "Boatem in the Arctic", it's always useful in the long run.

Map of the DSMP...is probably the least important thing cromt hese three atm? I can be wrong tho... don't know what you two great writers have planned for the future ;)

We're mainly trying to narrow it down because there's so much we need from each one,we just need to know which to do first. Obviously if we post it, things will be blurred out for spoilers, but we'll both have a copy that we can refer to. A lot of OLS and early Mamma Mia lore might be retconned, because we had no idea how big this would get back then. I'm proud of us.

That being said if ANYBODY has a current map of the DreamSMP I will literally owe you my life it is SO HARD to find an accurate, current map the wiki hasn't updated it since APRIL WHY does no one keep MAPS Eret I am begging you to release an official copy I can't keep being vague - Patton

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Wait this is the TACOMLU blog. Eret if you're still here please don't perceive this fic. I mean. You can. But. Just be nice. - Patton

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IM HAVING A STROKE. HI ERET. HELLO MA'AM. BIG FAN. - Patton