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oops my hand slipped (designs belong to @yogurtyogitup)

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Well I really wanted to make something to show how much I love and admire Zoey. I wanted to talk about how she has shown me that even with an anxiety disorder thousands of people will still adore you, and draw fan art of your things, and respect you for how brave and wonderful you are.

I wanted to show how she makes me feel less ashamed of being afraid of things that just don’t make sense to other people.

instead I drew a sketch dump that says “I like the character designs you made”

hides in hole

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happy birthday i guess to that decaying old man thanks for ruining my life /silly

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When you see a button to press

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Robo-betrayal

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jaffactory 2 designs!

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The Redmatter Incident

It hurt. 

Ridgedog’s laughter was echoing somewhere in the background, artificially amplified by the deafening rush of blood in his ears and god almighty fuck it hurt - 

Xephos was sure he was dead. Things just didn’t hurt this much without being lethal - fuck it all he’d burned to death and it’d hurt less than this. It felt like he could feel each and every atom in his body and they were all being torn asunder. He left like a nuclear reaction made manifest, made man. A vessel being filled and filled and filled with white hot electricity, unable to overflow, unable to break. 

And then it didn’t. Something settled, or maybe something in his mind had crumbled because it didn’t hurt. The lack of pain hit like a shot of morphine to his heart and he swayed were he stood - 

He opened his eyes. He wasn’t standing. 

He uncurled from the hunched position he’d twisted himself into, observing the ground far below with a twisted sort of calm. It wasn’t anti-gravity, but an odd sort of lightness, like the power in his veins was stronger than that. He looked to the sky - sun just starting to set, the first stars and brightest planets beginning to dot the horizon. He didn’t have to stay. Ridgedog would have let him leave, in that moment he knew it more than anything. Ridgedog would have let him keep his powers and leave, let the world rot from the inside out because of that stupid bomb, because it would have been funny. 

He shook his head, hardly noticing the way he shed specks of raw energy like falling snow. He needed to set this to rights. 

It was - it was only - it was hard to care.

Ridgedog zipped over, shooting a cruel smirk his way. “How’s it going, spaceman? Liking the temporary godhood?” Xephos tilted his head in acknowledgement, missing the almost uncomfortable way Ridge watched his now placid expression.  “A little odd.” His voice felt hollow in his ears, pale and empty. “I’m not sure I much care for it, to be honest.” The energy, radiation, power in his veins sang softly, sweetly.

He didn’t like the tune.

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blood on the clocktower is so good

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Magistrex sheep goat boy!!! Very important content right here.

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*goes up to a polyamorous triad* so which one of you unspools the thread of fate, which one measures it, and which one cuts it?

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average day in yog towers

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i wrote this before i decided Ben wasnt gonna hide being a seafey but it still lives rent free

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hits you with my paws

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" - And I'm the Storyteller."

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blood on the clock tower my absolute beloved, storyteller xeph is a fun new different kind of ominous. that sort of lazy, jocular type that doesn't really read as scary until you consider xeph's normal constant state of snippy anxiety.

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Yogtober 2024 day 11: Haunted

(It’s supposed to be the hold of a ship)

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''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway