#white room project

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage - The World Within

[spark-circuit]

actually curious now after that very cool comic post about hiring new agents (i don't want to spoil op on story just in case but 👍); how did everyone's first agent die, if you remember?

mine was a Heart of Aspiration-insanity-related death; she was the only agent with the white weapon that day, so they were stuck insane, and i'd stopped reading the Manager's Handbook just before the part about insane agents getting 'retired' at the end of day. i don't remember her name but she's the sole reason i started buckling down on the technicalities and focusing on making sure my agents were well protected against insanity hiccups

[gmanmedias]

I CAN’T IGNORE YOU, DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, I DO ADORE YOU

☠️ ☠️ ☠️

💜 💜 💜

🪡 🪡 🪡

34/37: Kurloz Makara

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

hearing people whispering outside my door and i am going insane (the voices are real i just don't like hearing them bc i'm a traumatized chihuahua of a person)

[notmedicine13]

On the 3rd of June, I have finally played through every single origin from the base game, Not Enough Madness, and the Chaos & Origin Mod

31 different Origins, each with multiple hours spent on them. All of this made Madness: Project Nexus land in the top 10 spot of my most played games.

This was all before the workshop got added in a beta branch, and I had to finish this before it get's added or else I wouldn't be able to finish it for a while

But yeah! now I am classified as legally insane and going to be put in an asylum.

I also have screenshots for all the squads I did (except for Agent, Noob, Tinkerer, Boe, Wreckage and Ice-Age because I forgor) so if you wanna see them, tell me

[deanpinterester]

every time i look at the gallery corner of my room i get hit with a spark of joy. my maximalist heart is thriving

[autopsytableromance]

Trying so hard to not just fucking hate my comms class but my professor is making it real hard

[aeroblossom]

a curse-bearer - furina

(please note: [self] objectification, implied stalking, depiction of cognitive distortion)

Everything in moderation.

The spoon gouges out the strawberry adorning the slice of cake. Tense fingers grasp the silverware, the anxiety made apparent by the clumsy and erratic clashes of the spoon against the ceramic of the plate in an attempt to split the cake in half.

A deep breath. Followed by another. And another.

Everything in moderation.

That's what Neuvillette said. He knew best, especially when not even she could differentiate from good and bad. Not good and bad for a wrongdoer, but good and bad for herself.

Her hands give out. The plate falls and shatters on the carpeted floor. The spoon drops soon after, hitting the tiled floor on the edge of the carpet with a clang. She slumps back in her chair after taking another deep breath and letting loose her shoulders, which until now seemed to hold all the stress in the world.

How incredibly unbecoming of Lady Furina the incredibly just, incredibly elegant, incredibly beautiful.

Unbecoming, unbecoming, unbecoming.

This kind of thing cuts so deep that even Focalors deep within her feels it, too. It's the polar opposite of sweets. It's the other extreme end of the spectrum. It's the complete antithesis of her happiness. Gloved hands cover the girl's face, she curls up on the sofa.

A large part of being well versed in law is being well versed in interpretation. She's trying to interpret the word 'moderation'.

Midpoint, medium, middle, et cetera. Not polar extremes. Absolutely not them. Somewhere in between, a grey area.

Grey? She's never known grey.

Kill or be killed. Do or die. Save or be saved. Owe or be owed. That's one kind.

The inside of her mouth feels sickeningly sweet, like she'd just swallowed a bunch of sugar. Saturated. Overflowing. Blinding, no other end in sight.

Hope or despair. You or me. You or them. You or us.

The door to her suite is always locked. She's careful never to let anyone in by accident. Careful not to be photographed within the confines of her own room again. Careful not to be followed to the Palais Mermonia. Careful not to have another person try to break and enter. Careful not to be treated like some sort of animal in an enclosure. Object of adoration. Objection of observation. Object of obsession. Object. Soulless hunk of material to be beaten into submission, embarrassed and humiliated.

Irrational love or irrational hate.

She hugs her knees, falling limp. Her flowing, long nightclothing hides marks of shame around her thighs. Long sleeves hide suspiciously calculated injuries on both her arms. This mortal vessel is so annoyingly slow to heal.

The letter of the proposition sits on her table. Normally she wouldn't mind such an offer. She's gotten rather accustomed to having cameras on her, all eyes on her, all attention on her. And she's convinced herself she likes it.

She's convinced herself it's perfectly normal for her own subject, a human, one of those she fought with her life to defend and protect, to ask her to pose without a single article of her clothing in front of a camera. That it's entirely normal to be debased like this.

What would any other god have done? What would Barbatos do? What would Buer do? Morax? Baal? Egeria?

(Actually, she's pretty sure Baal would execute them with her own hands, on the spot.)

Focalors usually shuts down such a thing. Things she thinks damages her reputation. But where does this fall? Damaging? Improving? Wouldn't they love her more if she did as they asked?

That's what she's always wanted, right? To be loved. To be adored. To be needed. To be doted on. To be relied on. For the beloved sinners, cursed from their birth, to be guided via her divine strength – just like herself.

A gloved finger traces the light scars on her arm. Slowly sliding from one side to the other. It stops on one end.

Irrational love?

She's convinced herself this is love. She's sure the tears that roll down her face are nothing at all. She's had worse, hasn't she? She's had someone jump down the Palais and injure themselves to enter her room. She's had reporters and journalists stalking her to every nook and cranny of the city to speak to her.

Neuvillette often put a stop to things when he saw they were harming her, because she couldn't. She couldn't say no to them. She couldn't say no to the chance to hear more adoring words and praise.

It's fine if sometimes it makes her unable to sleep at night, thinking someone must be under her bed, looking at her. Trying to see inside of her. Inside the bubble, the shattered mess within. The thought of it makes her skin crawl.

For anyone to know what she is deep within.

And yet she craves it.

A few minutes of silence pass by before she lifts up her head again. Very well, then.

If the destruction of her self is what's needed for her to earn love – she'll gladly do it. That's what her being revolves around. Love, love love.

Once again, she's failed to live up to 'everything in moderation'.

[spotaus]

Obtaining skeleton-themed outfit pieces is such a game of Russian roulette. If I wear the wrong accessories on the wrong day everyone will know I think of nothing but Sans Undertale.

[duketibbitswaifu]

🌸 I've always loved the part where Chase and Kudzu are exploring Dukey's house~!!1!! <33 💕 He has his stupid, toothy grin ✨ even now!!! 🥰 I've got to recreate the house in the Sims one day!! 🍰 They give a good description of the inside 😊 🌸 🚬

[creepyscritches]

High school things I miss: wandering through my day covered in mystery art stains :( my spots...

[orcelito]

Ended up adding that third row of double crochet, but now...

I think I can safely say I'm done. All that's left to do is tie it off, weave in the tail, and then trim a few imperfections, & then it'll be complete.

Compare this to the blanket Without the border ^ and it really does look much fuller now.

It's *very* big, and it's very heavy, but that's its purpose. It's essentially a weighted blanket. But crocheted entirely by hand. By Me.

Hefty. It does take up a lot of space, but it folds up quite nicely. I enjoy how uniform the crochet pattern of it is.

And with how big the overall blanket is, I don't think the third row of double crochet border looks strange. In fact, I like the texture of it all together. Very uniform & wonderful to run my fingers along.

And, most notably, this entire thing was finished in exactly a week. I'll take that as a real accomplishment.

[spark-circuit]

decided to play with PNGs of my Nuggets like dolls lmao. i would've done Nine too but he 1) deserves a solo post and 2) i....... need to get another reference image of him with Spider Bud glasses

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Also speaking of my son Dism scrolling through windows help forums is so fun because yay :) that's my son :)

[000png]

i don't have any good pictures but i'm almost done painting my bathroom :D i painted the walls this green which i was a bit nervous about because i've never had any sort of green room period but it's really growing on me

[pocketramblr]

You know for the most part I got the intended point of what media we used in lit classes growing up but yesterday I suddenly remembered we watched the 1935 mutiny on the bounty in fifth grade English and uh. What was up with that.