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a986ae I shake my head. The bag falls off. I blink as my eyes adjust. I look to the right just as I hear the executioner pull the lever.
c6658f For example. Boyfriend has been changed from his usual, vibrant self, to a slightly more malicious looking desgin.
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5d1009 When did I ever say I don't know D-sides?
c5d194 “Hello?” a voice to my left calls out. I stand, shocked. “Who is that?” I ask. “Is that you?” the voice asks with panic. “Yes!” “We are being hanged!” “I know.” I say, struggling against my bonds. “Where are you?” “To your right. I can see you.” the voice says urgently. “Wait!” I yell. “Stop the execution!” I can hear the priest muttering far off, the crowd responding with Amens. I struggle. “Please!” I hear them yell in frustration and terror, I can hear them struggling against the ropes. I scrape my chin against my chest, and the bag moves up ever so slightly.
c6658f The concept that is D-Sides was created with the debut of the FNF D-Sides mod, where every character has been redesigned with brand new songs to go alongside them.
f879f5 How can you make a better D-side if you don't even know what D-side even is?
c6658f Allow me to explain.
3c8dac D-sides is just underswapswapswapswapswapswapswapswapswapswa
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5d1009 Genuinely I'll make a better d side design rn
5d1009 No
c5d194 I hear the faint murmur of the priest to my right, preaching to the silent crowd. Everything. “As time ebbs on…” I sing quietly. The wind rustles the bag. “With a voice as sweet as honey.” I sing.
a57957 JJ WHAT THE FUCK IS D-SIDES. IS IT A RECOLOR OR NOT.
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f879f5 That was just the color part done. I've added more angles now. Still a WIP
c5d194 hi pepper
c5d194 The guards push me up the steps, and as we reach the top, the glare of the sun hits the bag once again, and I flinch slightly as a crowd roars. I am pushed into a position, boards creaking under my feet. I stand there as a rope is put around my neck, and I think to myself; how sad that I could not find everything, see everything. I could not even see my last moments. The roars are deafening but they fade away.
3c8dac holy fucking shit STO
5d1009 I like how jj says "I like how this is turning out" then shows an ass recolor of my drawing, no new shading, no anything just a recolor
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c5d194 We approach a structure, the sun is blotted out momentarily. I hear people, hundreds, thundering. Someone approaches. A throat clears “Son,” a raspy voice asks “do you wish to keep the bag on your head during your execution?” A priest. I stand there with my head up to the sky for a few moments. “Yes.” i say. “Very well.” the priest says. “Today, we offer you a chance to enter the land of God free of your sins. You will go upon the gallows and confess your sins and ask for atonement. Do you understand?” The priest pauses, as if expecting a response. I do not give one. “Do you understand, son.” the priest asks again. Silence. There is an aged sigh. “Very well.” the priest says quietly, and backs away.
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c5d194 I ask whether there was anyone else within the dungeon besides me. The guards do not respond. I stay silent. We walk. Colors, muffled, glaze my eyes. I draw them in with as much power as I can muster. Reality can be so fulfilling. I forget this too often. I remember walking around as if trying to find meaning, when now I have all the meaning I need seeping to my eyes through this burlap sack. Soon, I hear livestock, then people. I guess we have made it into York. The sound of people murmuring increases, and it turns into harsh spitting.
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c5d194 As the gate closes, I soak in reality. Grass nearby shudders, twigs break under the feat of birds and small animals, birds chirp and titter, leaves fall. I guess that it is midday. This, I tell myself, is real. You are real now. I am pushed from behind, the guards apparently done locking up the dungeon. We walk the path I know I walked before, but my feet cannot remember its course. They do not feel the gravel. I feel uncertain, like a strange chord is playing within my mind.
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c5d194 I slowly stagger upwards, the chains rattling. I hear a key rattle, and the clasps fall off and clank onto the floor. I rub my wrists in relief, but almost immediately they are pulled behind my back. A rope is tied around my wrists, bounding them together tightly. I squint, slowly opening my eyes, but before I can begin to get used to the light, a rag is shoved into my face. It shifts, and I soon realize that a sack has been placed over my head. They pull me out of the cell and walk me down the hall. I slowly let my eyes get adjusted to the torch light that seeps through the sack as we make our way up the spiral staircase, me mostly stumbling. We approach the gate, the only reason I can tell being the slight increase in light and the birds chirping, the rustling of the leaves in the wind. Oh, the unfairness of it all. I am back in the world and I cannot witness it. Nevertheless, I hear the gate open and we walk out.
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42ee29 [Kaiki] [the blue guy(bmo) is telling a story and the guy saying next is saying next line, they are not purposefully being harmful]
c5d194 The guards come to my cell, and I have to squint. The torch light is too bright. It kills the darkness and kills my eyes. I shut them. I wish to not see. They enter my cell with a creak and walk over. “Get up.” a harsh voice commands. The same one from when I came here. I don’t know of which one, left or right, I cannot remember. I do not move, and a booted foot launches into my side, causing me to lose my breath and open my eyes, closing them instantly from the harsh light. “I said get up.” the voice says in a death tone.
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c5d194 I sit there, with my eyes open and my head tilted forwards and my arms on the floor as if to jump up, my pulse thick and fast, and I realize. It does not matter. I sit as the sounds approach. I can see, for the first time in eternity, a sliver of true light. True. Real. This is real. Oh God. Oh good God.
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c6658f whitewashed.
32e0fa I blocked the next spammer and roleplay guy.
f879f5 I like how this is turning out
c5d194 Suddenly, I hear a faint bang, and I snap upwards. I am sure of it. They are here. The guards. The men. I can hear it clearly. It is not like the dreams. It is real. I can hear them. They are coming. Their footsteps echo. My heart thrums as if it means to escape what I cannot, but I do not let it. I cannot let it. I cannot go. They are here. My time. Its ending. They will bring me to the gallows and I will be hung. I will be hung and I will hang. Dead.
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c5d194 I was lied to. I turn around slowly and slump down into a sloppy seat, my head lolling against the wall. Back and forth, back and forth, feeling the bumps on my scalp. They were never real. I realize. A jolt. A shock. No way it can be reality but it is. It is knowing a dream was a dream only after it ends. My mind was giving itself comfort, tricking itself. I feel as if I should be angry, bursting with rage, screaming until my throat collapses, but I am calm. I remain. I remain. I sit there for who knows how long. I am at peace, solemn, all is lost peace. Nothing is left, not even pain. I am still. I remain.
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