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flowers i drew today

fun fact: michael and sean share a favorite flower- the primrose! and pb loves dahlias... [huge dahlia fan too]

piepbum

he spin [made this yseterday]

time to overanalyze an insignificant detail in LOTS

HELLO my LOTSERS. i was rewatching 1C to get the last pieces of lore out of it and something PB said made me loose my mental marbles so strap in and prepare for me to 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓽 [in STYLE!]

this is not beta read IM SORRY

said quote from 1C: "I, well, lived in the.. Hammer galaxy when I was alive..." --- so, to me, in the LOTS universe, the boundary between "living" and "non-living" seems to be a very... interesting concept what defines your status of being "live" and "not-live"? well. your position in the world! [referring to the s*n and the multiverse as "the world" btw] objects OUT of the S*n are considered to be "living" from the perspective of OPERATORS, and objects INSIDE of the S*n are considered to be "non-living" however, they will always be "alive" no matter what position they are in the planes of existence. let's both assume that "alive" means the biological property of still being able to physically and mentally function- this would mean that even if an object is conscious in/out of the S*n, they will still be "alive" by-definition. the only place, however, objects are NOT "alive", is inside of the weird floating pink void place between the "living" and "non-living" plane of existences this brings me to my next point, when patients are TERMINATED in the S*n, this renders them as being "dead" by biological standards [at least, from what we currently know]. being terminated means that you're gone, forever. deleted, expunged, wiped, ELIMINATED from ALL planes of existence- and sent to god-knows-where! so, there seems to be a bit of a double-label here... "living" / "non-living" defines what plane of existence you are currently in "alive" / "dead" defines your physical and mental awareness; your biological status and its funny, because the pattern is irregular, since operators see you from a 3rd person perspective, and LUMYNEX has total control over all of the patients' "living" / "non-living" statuses DEAD / NORMAL PLANE = ALIVE / S*N PLANE ALIVE / NORMAL PLANE = ALIVE / S*N PLANE DEAD / S*N PLANE = DEAD / NORMAL PLANE ALIVE / S*N PLANE = DEAD / NORMAL PLANE from the perspective of the operators, you are always "alive" from the perspective of other objects, you are either "dead" or "alive" i think my theorizing kind of turned into nonsensical rambling at the end BUT YOU GET MY POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [i hope] i wonder if lumynex would use a system like this to keep track of where patients are. those patients are chaotic and unpredictable! [CB slowly fades in]

made him on a whim cause a bunch of other people were making collinlock ocs in the server

Can you draw Ruby and Dora pls?

im several months late but YIPPEE !!

two songs i made ^^

“Dream Rot”

A TwoGaty + TwoOne angst story.

Two wiped their eyes slowly, fingers trembling but dry now. No more tears came—not because they had healed, but because they were simply empty. A numb ache settled deep in their chest, like an unfinished equation looping endlessly.

They didn’t return to their room.

Their feet moved on instinct, quietly padding down the hallway to another door. The one barely anyone used anymore. The room where Gaty had once held them after the infection was over, anchored them, where Two felt like she loved them.

The door creaked open. The faint scent of fabric softener and time clung to the air. The pink couch was still there. Old, faded, but safe.

Two collapsed onto it without a word, curling inward. It felt like Gaty had left some part of herself here. Maybe her voice. Maybe her warmth.

And without knowing it, they drifted again into sleep.

The same dream.

Same field. Same light. Same arms.

Gaty was warm in their hold, just like before. Two’s chest ached again—but not with grief. With relief. With love. With the memory of something good.

But just like before, time cracked.

Gaty's form flickered—faint, fading.

“No, no, no—Gaty, please—”

And then she was gone.

Two fell forward into empty space.

Only to look up… and find her.

One.

Standing in the field of light, like a glitch in reality. Her grin was all wrong. Her eyes—sharp, venomous—pierced into Two like they had always belonged there.

She stepped forward, her form eerily calm.

“Took all that to get you here, huh?” she said. Her tone wasn’t mocking this time. It was disappointed. Dangerous. “All this crying, all this moping... and for what? A girl who left you?”

Two backed away, but the dream wouldn’t let them run.

“You think I wanted to hurt you?” One continued, head tilting. “No. I wanted what was mine. Your power. Your place. Your spotlight.”

Her expression twisted.

“And you were too selfish to share.”

Two shook their head, trembling. “That’s not true…”

“Isn’t it?” she hissed. “You think you deserved Gaty? No. She pitied you.”

Two froze.

“She didn’t love you. She saw you breaking and thought, ‘Poor Two, what a wreck.’” One’s eyes narrowed. “She wanted to help a stray number, not hold onto one.”

The field cracked again, splintering. The sky darkened.

And then, the words that broke them:

“Gaty hated you in the end.”

The dream shattered.

Two’s eyes snapped open.

The pink couch was cold now. The sun outside had barely risen.

Their hands were clenched so tightly, their knuckles had turned pale. Their chest hurt, not from panic, but from heartbreak freshly torn open.

She wouldn’t say that.

She wouldn’t.

But dreams have a cruel way of borrowing voices—especially when seeded by people like One.

Two curled up tighter, shaking.

Because no matter how false it was, the words echoed.

And Gaty’s absence answered nothing.

[Motivation? -> @imaginedmist 's Lulled by numbers post. :3]

I hate seeing all these posts about how awful Christians are because a few are using it as an excuse to be bad and the rest "aren't doing enough". Have you considered we are trying? And some of us are not able to help? Some of us are kids with families that refuse to believe any Christians could be fake. True Christians are just living our lives, we're not all like that. We're not trying to execute all the lgtbq folks, I'm fricking gay as heck myself, we're not all out to get you, we're just folks with a religion. The ones persecuting the folks of color, the disabled, the queer- those are fake using my God as an excuse. Stop acting like we're all mini-Trumps.

and yet i still find myself waiting

sometimes waiting is the best you can do 🪷⭐