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👁️Мαтιℓ∂α 'тιℓℓу' αи∂ Єυgєиє Вαggє👁️
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Two weeks before December was probably a little to early for festive decorations.
Tilly however, was depressed and frankly could give less of a shit about other people’s opinions on the subject.

After working through the night - the barn was now looking like a cozy Christmas card, with very low ⬇️
November 15, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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April 22, 2025 at 12:05 AM
November 14, 2025 at 7:54 PM
=Random but I’m half tempted to just say fuck it and make Eugene’s voice claim Adam bc these are the levels of his crashouts.=
November 12, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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antares

Speaking of which, here's the fic.

It's been 7 months.
November 12, 2025 at 6:18 PM
The three of them were at war within themselves when the sudden pulsating came up from the ground, causing their body to contort and twist in unnatural ways.

‘This is insane!’ The voice of the entity cracked, its flicking red eyes glittered as it pushed up against the wall before its neck twisted ⬇️
November 12, 2025 at 12:43 AM
It came up from the ground and Eugene knew that it was too late the second the vibrations hit his ears.

He was back on the coast again, surrounded by heather on a bench as the sea lapped quietly against the shoreline, watching as his Ma, baby brother and little girl picked up seashells.
⬇️
November 12, 2025 at 12:24 AM
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November 11, 2025 at 12:34 PM
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𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬.

November 8, 2025 at 7:35 PM
She was currently trying to peddle handmade wooden toys, cupcakes and a few pretty rocks.
Tilly knew why people were avoiding coming too close and didn’t blame them in the slightest.

Six eyes on one face was a lot for her as well.
November 8, 2025 at 9:39 PM
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"𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀."
November 5, 2025 at 5:22 AM
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No OOC. 🔄+❤️. Help me, #MVRP.

I apologize sincerely, I got into a bind ; work start day has been moved from today to Friday. University payments come up on the 15th, and unfortunately, I have no choice.

Coms 50- 70 % off. 20, 25 USD for shaded. Can do more, but will keep it as sketches.
November 4, 2025 at 3:18 AM
It was the sheer ferocity of the shovel connecting to the giant cicada bug repeatedly that emphasised something was up with Tilly.
Green slime flew everywhere, with each crunchy impact, clang and curse that flew out of the usually quiet and stoic woman’s mouth.

It was probably going to take ⬇️
November 2, 2025 at 1:00 PM
She was waiting patiently outside the barn for trick-or-treaters with her homemade candy and cupcakes.
Usually nobody came out this far but it was nice to be prepared just in case…

It was better than smashing up weremoles with a shovel anyway…
October 31, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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He's dressed like Pyramid Head for Halloween... The blood is fake, of course.
October 31, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Tilly returned the nod with a quiet one of her own, taking care not to make too much noise as she staked the large umbrella into the ground and laid out the blanket to sit down on.
With space for Courage underneath if he chose to take it.

Her thermos was a battered old thing that looked like it ⬇️
Maybe it was the similarity in scent between Tilly and Muriel that kept him calm, or some attachment due to whatever version of him came from her world, but he didn't seem to jump or panic at her approach or the question inquired.

Or maybe it was simply because he didn't look in her direction.

-
thermos in one hand and a blanket over the other arm.
Since he’d been working so hard, Tilly wanted to offer support.

“I made tomato soup…” she announced quietly, trying her best not to startle him.
“Would you like some?”
October 30, 2025 at 12:03 PM
It wasn't like Tilly to come out during daylight hours but she'd been unable to sleep.
True to form; when Tilly was unable to sleep - she cooked in obnoxious quantities.

Carrying an umbrella over her shoulder to keep the glaring sunlight off her form, the keeper trudged towards Courage carrying a⬇️
@depthsofdarkness.bsky.social

He's currently taking a break from painting the chicken coop.

He seems about half-done with it, having got at least one coat down on all four sides of the old, wooden structure, so whether the break was for the paint to dry or was just a general break, who knew?
October 29, 2025 at 8:59 AM
Tilly stood quietly for a moment, seeming to take some time to process the red-clad strangers remark as all six of her eyes blinked slowly.
Dripping with blood that was both hers and someone else’s, she moved her hand from her battered nose to repeat her question.

“Do you have a tissue I could⬇️
October 22, 2025 at 5:54 PM
By some terrible luck - ‘The Human’ had managed to find a set of CDs and a busted stereo and was currently sitting by the farmhouse listening to ‘Daydream Believer’ on repeat.

It had been over 45 hours and with shaking hands clenching his 15th cup of coffee, Eugene wasn't sure how much more of ⬇️
October 19, 2025 at 10:34 PM
=depression is kicking my A but here’s a little gentleman.=
October 14, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Eugene was currently spouting off to somebody who had walked away over 45 minutes ago whilst Tilly stood off to one side.

The lighthouse keeper didn't really have it in her to inform her father that he was currently shouting at a lamppost like a thing possessed, so instead she sat on the ground.
⬇️
October 7, 2025 at 2:46 PM
⚠️slightly gross warning⚠️

Eugene needed to be able to see to drive his new fishing vessel, knowing what he had to accomplish to regain his sight for a little while was the part that he dreaded most.

He didn't really want to talk about where the eyeballs in his hand came from, nor what he was going⬇️
October 5, 2025 at 10:13 AM
It seems that Tilly was already prepping the barn for Halloween with homemade decorations made from paper and scraps of wood she'd found lying around.

Making candy for trick-or-treaters was something ingrained in her, so for the moment she was sitting in front of a campfire boiling homemade syrup.
October 2, 2025 at 9:24 AM
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antares

I said Lich Courage would be a thing for Halloween :)
October 1, 2025 at 9:25 PM
Eugene had heard about this person, ‘the human’, from his daughter not too long ago.

The fisherman didn't quite know what to make of them, one thing was for sure; he couldn't hear a single puff of breath as the footsteps crunched closer towards him.

He’d sat himself down on a bench just outside ⬇️
September 30, 2025 at 7:07 PM