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it seems like everyones point of concern is sprite color whereas im over here stunned by the fact that theres a davesprite of any color out there that can interact with other human beings without trying to verbally incinerate them for absolutely no fucking reason

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ok google how do i trade my sprite in for one that doesnt want to kill me

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it seems like everyones point of concern is sprite color whereas im over here stunned by the fact that theres a davesprite of any color out there that can interact with other human beings without trying to verbally incinerate them for absolutely no fucking reason

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oh great everyones havig fun listen as mcuh as id love to sit around an have a nice homecomign dinner hes trying to ki8ll me

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ohy mgod he;lp me

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When you sleep, so do your surroundings. Not a mouse stirs, not a breeze whistles. You couldn’t fall asleep in the first place if you didn’t feel perfectly secure - It’s the nervous compulsion that kept you awake for years on end. Needless to say, you’re well past alarmed when you wake up to the sound of glass shattering, your things being recklessly tossed to the floor. 

Among the ruckus, the deep microwave background that radiates from the Sun buzzes through your head like tinnitus.

You sit up, palms dug in your eyes until you’re counting constellations in phosphenes, and growl defensively at your unidentifiable intruder. Nothing smells any different. The only thing you pick up on is your own dirty sheets and crayon wax, fresh earth and flowerbuds. More than you’d tracked into the treehouse before your most recent nap. 

You open your eyes just in time to catch sight of a decorative ceramic mould of a Calla Lily hurtling towards your head. Whether or not he knew you’d be able to dodge it is a question you’d much rather not know the answer to.

Glowing green forearms mottled in mud and grass stains abandon post sweeping all of your earthly possessions to their doom to grab the front of your shirt, and you’re pulled from sitting on your bedpile to your creaky paws so quickly that it almost gives you whiplash. 

No wonder you didn’t smell anyone here but you. No one is.

Luminescient lime eyes bear down on yours harder than the Reckoning meteors carved their names in the crust of the last planet you failed to protect, and then blur away into a smudge of chartreuse. Your vision almost clears when the tears obfuscating your view well enough to give, tracking hot down your cheeks.

As easy as it is to make you of all people afraid, you don’t think there are too many people who wouldn’t be, sharing a space with Davesprite. 

You thought - No, you hoped you’d never see him again. You retained all of his memories when you merged with him upon ascension, but you buried them as deep as you buried the black pit of you that he embodied. Regardless, here he is, wrecking supernova on what little you still have to your name. When he speaks, it’s with all the grace and compassion of a truck horn careening into a bellowing calf, backing up, and running the damn thing over again.

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Rainbow checkerboard backgrounds I made for my Neocities! In 1024, 512, and 256 for how big you want your pattern to be.

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i made a sparklesona x3333 i think his name will be sparklez for now x3

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‘stars’ by roberta bell, 1967

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CMYK

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hes chaotic

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something quick i drew the other week

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Shhh…. please be quiet, she’s asleep…  💙

P.S. Before commenting on her gender, check her wiki [ x ].

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