imaginedmist

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how can you make this about four and book again… intrigued

i completely forgot, i was referring to bfdia

they act like two college students with nothing productive to do

tops is a she/her

orae is a she/him

Black Hole you yapper

And also a Tree thingy I made when I got sidetracked while making this whatever comic thing

He so stupid look at him /pos

being sick is like

its like being a jar of mayonnaise that is a little messed up and you're stuck in a fridge during a power outage

it just sucks a little bit 💔

Do you like looking at the stars when the night sky finally hits?

ohhhh i would love to; unfortunately, where i am, light pollution is extremely bad and its hard to see anything up there during the regular night

the only times i've gotten to see the night sky and all of the stars has been when the power goes out, but even so its still difficult...

my dad has a telescope that we sometimes bring out to look at the planets! its not a very powerful one, but we can at least see saturn's rings and jupiter's red spot through it :]

My One art piece that took FOREVER! Love her tho

forgot i made these and NEVER posted them on tumblr so here they are 😭

every time someone uses he/him on two an angel dies

NEXT CHAPTER IS OUT!!!! [CHAPTER 2]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64976890/chapters/167470450

so like the clock shrine right

FIC IS OUT GO READ IT [first chapter]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64976890/chapters/167044630

PARTS OF A FANFIC IM WRITING

it's gonna be called The Noise and the Silence, keep an eye out for it on AO3 when i post the first chapter! [in like. a week idk]

…dude.

DO I POST ON TWITTER AGAIN DO I POST ON TWITTER AGAIN

Reblog to scare a BFDI fan

four is a horsegirl at heart i think

GHEHEHE

I dreamed that this happened last night

two gets out of bed

Hiiiiiii :3

How was TPOT 17? :]

Do not talk to me at this hour.

MAJOR TPOT 17 SPOILERS BELOW ⬇️

OKAY. OKay. okay. Ok. Buddy. WHAT WAS THAT.

I MEAN THIS IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE BTW. PROBABLY MY TOP FAVORITE RIGHT NOW okay dude WHY DOES EVERY NEW EPISODE BECOME MY NEW FAVORITE. ITS LIKE. dude. the tpot peak curve is going up and up and its NOT STOPPING !! ITS GOING SO HIGH UP THE PEAK IS UNMATCHED okay sorry im tired OKAY.

first of all, ONE? CRASHOUT? HELLO?

ALSO SIX APPEARANCE??? THE IMPLICATIONS THAT ONE GOT EXILED FROM THE EQUATION PLAYGROUND? dude. WHERE DO THE SUBSCRIBER SPECIALS FALL ON THE TIMELINE???? CAUSE I KNOW SOMETHING'S UP WITH THAT ENDING SNEAKPEAK.

ive been thinking for quite some time now that the subscriber specials will eventually link up with the TPOT timeline or something. or that one being exiled from the equation playground happened during BFB at some point.....

man I DONT KNOW i need to rewatch this episode at least 17 more times ON TOP of the entire series... tpot has really developed a TON over the course of the series, and its so fascinating to see it progress from the typical competition BFDI to the lore-filled, story-telling BFDI. its such a nice mix that ive been yearning for ever since the EXIT was slowly being developed back in BFB... and even the beginning of TPOT with that FRICKING CLIFFHANGER THAT LEFT ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT ALL THOSE MONTHS AGO

okay. i may ramble later...... Not sure. BYE

Ena and 4x

i was gunna do that swap au comic ive had planned for a bit but dammit i just started anothe- why is there goop on my keyboard hello?? anyways so for some reason i forgor about the swap comic and now im 7 pages deep into this one

this is my evil wife isn't she pretty?

and the world turns anyway

“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]

“Fragments of a Dream.”

A TwoGaty Story

The sobs faded into the silence, and exhaustion took over. Two’s body, tired from the emotional toll, finally gave in to the weight of sleep. They drifted into the darkness, and in that darkness, there was a shift.

In the dream, it was different.

Two was standing in a familiar place—a field bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The air was gentle, not cold, but warm like a memory. And there, standing before them, was Gaty.

“Gaty…” The name spilled from Two’s lips, trembling, like it was a prayer.

She smiled at them. A smile they hadn't seen in so long. It was real—alive—and it made Two’s chest ache in ways they couldn’t describe.

Gaty stepped forward, and before Two could think, they reached out, pulling her into their arms. It felt like everything they had ever needed—the warmth, the comfort, the sense of belonging—was there. She was there.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Two felt whole again.

“I missed you so much…” Two whispered, their voice breaking as they held her close. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t protect you. I should have—”

But Gaty pulled away slightly, her smile still soft. Her eyes were gentle but sad.

“It’s okay, Two. I’m here now.”

For a moment, it felt like the world was finally right. Everything felt right. They were together again. The world beyond didn’t matter.

But then, just as quickly as the warmth had come, it began to fade. A dark shadow twisted around the edges of their dream, pulling everything away. The light dimmed, and Gaty’s smile wavered.

“Two, wake up.”

It wasn’t her voice anymore. It was something else. Something distant.

The world shattered. Time fractured.

Two’s eyes snapped open.

They were back in the hotel room. The soft sounds of Goiky outside drifted through the window. But it was silent here—empty.

Two’s breath was ragged as they shot up from the bed, the remnants of the dream still clinging to their mind like smoke. They scrambled to their feet, panic rising in their chest.

“Gaty?” Their voice was hoarse. “Gaty?”

They ran out of the room, heart pounding, mind reeling, as if by some miracle, the dream could be real again.

The kitchen. Maybe she was there. Maybe the dream hadn’t ended. Maybe—

But when Two entered the kitchen, it was empty.

The cold tiles beneath their feet didn’t feel like the warm embrace of the dream. The counters were barren. The air felt thick with nothing.

Two’s legs gave way beneath them. They dropped to their knees, tears rising in their eyes again, and the emptiness was suffocating.

Gaty wasn’t there. She never would be again.

“Why…” Two’s voice broke as they cried out, echoing the desperation of their heart. “Why can’t I hold on to you? Why did they take you from me?”

The weight of the nightmare hung heavy, a cruel reminder that even in their dreams, Gaty would slip away.

The silence of the kitchen felt like the final insult. Time had broken again. The pieces of the dream, the brief moment of peace, had scattered like fragile glass, leaving Two with nothing but the shards of memory.

Predictions for TPOT 17? 👀

predictions? PREDICTIONS? YOU'RE TELLING ME TO PREDICT WHEN IM CLUTCHING THE EDGE OF MY SEAT IN FEAR... IN HORROR AT WHAT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN TO US. my friend, i am rocking back and forth anxiously while chattering my teeth because i am in fear... in Grave, grave fear for my fellows and their mental states... when this thing drops. its Over. my prediction: We're cooked. OR>.. maybe we're not cooked,,,,.. and its going to be happy. Everything's fine its okay! <3 OKAY FR THOUGH. actual predictions: in the teaser image, the room that's lit up is two and gaty's hangout room [yknow, in TPOT 9 when gaty was concerned for two and sat on the couch up there?] this is Bad. Very bad. This could only mean a few things.. and those few things are NOT GOOD another thing that's actually a prediction for TPOT 18- i feel like three is going to appear in tpot 18 since 18 is a multiple of 3! just think about it.... 6*3 = 18... tpot 18.... 3..... YEAH

uh. twogaty is fine everything's fine! tpot 17 is going to include two and gaty and everyone else super happy and eating cake and stuff and everyone dances and OH YEAH one gets sent back to the moon TRUST 🙏🙏🙏

steps in through the door awkwardly and stumbles over my own feet..

..sniffs...

"Semicolons," I say with a hint of fear in my voice.

I reach out my hand, trembling.

"Teach me your ways."

[english class tried to tell me, but it failed... i mostly need to know HOW to use them properly </3]

“SEMICOLONS!!!” i scream at you; i love these annoying little shits

THEYRE MY SECOND FAVORITE PUNCTUATION MARK AFTER MY LOVELY EM DASH! OK LETS GO

FIRSTLY! a lot of people fundamentally misunderstand the purpose and practical function of semicolons. you’ll often hear one of these three things when asking someone to explain them to you:

1. they’re just like periods

2. they’re just like commas

3. they’re just like ‘and’

WRONG!

WRONG!!

AND WRONG AGAIN!!!

(but none of them are COMPLETELY wrong, and here’s why)

the actual function of a semicolon is to connect two closely related independent clauses in one sentence. ya just use it when you want to show the direct relation between two sentences.

in a purely practical sense, the writing world could do without semicolons—you can literally always replace it with either a period, comma, or “and.” or a bunch of other punctuation marks, including the em dash, which i just used in that last sentence in place of a semicolon!

if you don’t get semicolons, you never have to use ‘em!

but if you DO really really really want to use semicolons a whole bunch, for whatever reason (i do it cause i think they’re delightful), here’s when to use them:

1. when you want to show that two separate ideas are related

2. that’s it

a HUGE MISTAKE I ALWAYS SEE WHEN PEOPLE TRY TO USE SEMICOLONS is that the clauses on either side of the semicolon are NOT INDEPENDENT!!!

if you can’t keep either side of the semicolon as its own sentence, you can’t use a semicolon!

for example:

I wondered when I would see him again; that kind man.

this is WRONG!!

“I wondered when I would see him again.” WORKS as a sentence on its own! awesome!

“That kind man.” …huh? the kind man what? what idea or action is going on in this sentence?

oh, what’s that? NOTHING?

then it ISN’T AN INDEPENDENT CLAUSE and CAN’T be used as one side of a semicolon! semicolons aren’t just here for flair, they connect actions/ideas, and this example is ONE action and ONE subject doing nothing but clarifying what the previous sentence means! NOT INDEPENDENT!!

if you’re struggling on when and how to use them, take this:

when writing, don’t build a sentence AROUND a semicolon, but stick ‘em between two sentences whose meanings need to be linked. this is something you should focus on in editing, when you’ve already got all your sentences laid out and you can pick which ones should smooch! don’t worry about it during drafting!

because that’s really all a semicolon is: just a helpful little bridge between two sentences. it doesn’t have to be there, so make sure the sentences would still work if it wasn’t.

now, let’s look at this example:

I hadn’t spoken to that kind man in two weeks; I wondered when I would see him again.

“I hadn’t spoken to that kind man in two weeks.” WORKS AS A SENTENCE ON ITS OWN!

“I wondered when I would see him again.” ALSO WORKS AS A SENTENCE ON ITS OWN! YAY!!!

you could just have these as completely separate sentences (which tells you you’re using it right), but the reason a semicolon is used is to help the reader understand that one leads to the other!

this character is wondering when she’ll see that kind man again BECAUSE she hasn’t seen him in two weeks.

cause; effect.

this is the correct use of a semicolon!

(or “effect; cause” if you want, they’re usually rearrangeable.)

and so i restate: the world could do just fine without semicolons! they’re only here when YOU think they’re necessary.

you might use one to show how a character figured something out—

The doorknob was coated with dust; I knew he hadn’t been home for months.

—or why they made a decision—

A guard stepped toward me, brandishing a spear; I grabbed my stuff and ran.

—when, without the semicolon, it might not be clear to the reader why they did that or why they came to that conclusion. point out the connection, help the writing be more clear and more fun! not super duper necessary, because you can always replace it with a period or “and/so,” but they’re 100% useful and nice to have in your toolbox.

hope this was clear enough ack!!!

P.S. semicolons have a SECRET OTHER USE. but it’s booooorrrinngggggggg and you’ll, like, never use it ever. BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAY

you can use it to separate entries in lists when there’s already a comma. like… a SUPER comma to show that you’re talking about a new item on the list, not just expanding on the previous item

I spoke to: Basil, the artist, Berry, the nerd.

this kinda reads like you spoke to four people: you spoke to basil, you spoke to an artist, you spoke to berry, and you spoke to a nerd.

you can use a semicolon between these to separate which commas are to show descriptors, and which commas are to show a new entry in the list

I spoke to: Basil, the artist; Berry, the nerd.

hey, we’re on TV!

anyway, a simple “and” at the end of the list would solve this whole problem, but if you can’t use “and” for whatever reason (a list following a colon usually doesn’t need them), then there’s another use for semicolons that you will probably never need!

anyway i looooove semicolons and i will FIND YOU if you use them wrong . thank you and g’bye!

lulled by numbers FLASH WARNING