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"Fix your gaze upon me, and let it be one of hatred and revilement."

A strange combination one might think, but its one I've been thinking about for a while now. If it was an actual skill, I think it would be an Envy skill.

This joke was funnier in my head, and when I didn't actually have to add 1 million Bives.

Chapter 1 of the Eternal Beating Heart/Unending Procession

Chapter 1 of Eternal Beating Heart and Unending Procession (2 books set in the Regretevator world) are now able to be read! This is just a short little demo of sorts as I continue to work on the rest of the story. I think what I'll do is work on the entire thing and release it all at once. This is just to help gauge what y'all think about the story so far, as well as my writing abilities. I said I was gonna have the book be in PDF form, but I have decided to bite my lip and simply post it on WattPad, trying to figure out how to get this posted has become too much of a headache for me to care. So for now, the first chapter, and future chapters, will be found on Wattpad. Here are the links to said books, feedback and questions are greatly appreciated, although I may not give away information pertinent to future events in the story.

"Regret, Elevators, and the Eternal Beating Heart" "Regret, Elevators, and the Unending Procession"

I've been gone for a bit, but I have some new things to show! I've been recently getting into Regretevator and soon I had come up with the idea to create 2 books that cover the same events (With some variation and unique events) that take place within the regretevator uhh world? Not only that, but I've been trying out a pencil brush on FireAlpaca and I've grown quite fond of it.

This is the first real usage of the pencil brush, as well as the first depictions of the 2 main characters I had in mind. I always find myself struggling to name characters, so this time I simply won't! However, I did want to do a little writing challenge when it came to them. For the one on the left, besides We, I, and Me. I will use only He for the character, the same goes for the character on the right except I will use Him instead. The doodles at the top were simply either drawn from a screenshot in the case of folly, or by ref and eye for Prototype and Bive.

Final thing I wanted to show off was some floors I had created, the first one, the one with the giant elevator shafts. Was actually something I thought had existed, but perhaps I simply misremembered something because this floor doesn't actually exist. The clock-tower however is fully original, and will appear in one of the characters stories. (Click the images to see them up close and fully)

"Pity those who survive despite everything" A redraw of a year old drawing, it's been a while hasn't it? Sorry about that, I just find myself drained and unwilling to draw during the summer months. Here is the original for comparison.

It's been a while since I've actually drawn something. Mainly because of a nasty semester at college and general lack of will to draw. But I was able to do some of these drawings I like to do where I try to recreate the characters face to the best of my ability and I think it turned out alright. For clarity's sake, the characters, from top to bottom, left to right, are... Rambley The Racoon from Indigo Park

Salem The Skunk from Indigo Park

Slayer from Indigo Park (Has a cameo in Guilty Gear)

Erlking Heathcliff from Indigo Park (Has a cameo in Limbus Company) The last two might seem like a weird addition to Indigo park, but I think they fit in well, I liked it when Heathcliff went "Boohoo my girlfriend is dead" and murdered another Heathcliff right in front of the player. It was a strong statement indeed.

Shrill cries that tore at my eardrums and mercilessly beat upon my ears. From the second column on the left to the fifteenth column on the right, eyes shined at me. Eighty-nine index fingers and eighty-six throats pouring grief, fear, hate, revilement on me. Questions shaped from various emotions smothered my breath slowly. ...The sunlight was just overwhelming, that's all.

A character I've named ??? (Any Pronouns)

I don't really have much about her, but if you wanna ask about him feel free to ask. ( You probably won't get much though)

Looking out at least once more

O-04-475 is a stationary signpost with signs of sentience, it yearns for those who come near it to stay with them forever.

A sign can help those who are lost on their way, and can point them in the right direction. And for this signpost, it was a very special one. It had the magical ability to point anyone lost in any way to the right direction. For example, one day a man was stumbling around, just recently he had lost his job and had nowhere to go. Collapsing at the base of the sign post, the man started to cry.

With the sound of scraping metal, the man soon looked up to find the sign had changed its wording to "Hope". And had pointed itself towards a single paper ad on a nearby power line. Skeptical, but with nowhere else to go, the man checked out the ad.

He would soon find himself with a wonderful job not 5 days later.

One day, someone with stars for eyes had found themselves with no one to love. Around this time, the magical element of the signpost had been passed around in whispers, so they looked up to the signs on the signpost and asked for a favor.

"Oh signpost, please, I feel lost, is there any direction you can point me to?"

The signpost, wanting to help them, once again bent metal and pointed towards a young man. That young man was a long lost friend of the lost. And upon seeing them, soon ran over to them. They would soon find themselves in love, and would live the rest of their lives never lost.

As the years went on, more and more looked for help from the signpost, and each time, the metal bent, and the post pointed them to where they should go. But soon, the metal hurt to bend, and the signpost soon found itself wanting.

It had always pointed away, sending those it cared for away. They would never come back, no longer needing a signpost to show them the way.

So, it started to bend in strange ways, those who sought its guidance would find a sign bending in all sorts of shapes. Its guidance would take longer to understand, if only to have them for a few seconds more. But soon it wasn't enough, the signpost started to not point at all, instead giving riddles, once again just to keep them for a little longer.

But it still wasn't enough, then one day, a friend of mine had been waiting for me under the very signpost. He wasn't lost, but the signpost cared for it all the same. I'd arrive a little later than I expected, a costly mistake. The signpost had never been with someone for so long, it had now begun to fear.

Afraid of once again sending those it cared about out to the world, it could never follow them, it could never point them in the right direction once they left. Fearing this outcome, it acted irrationally, and swung down on my friend, burying it deep into his shoulder.

It was a step even it knew was taken too far, quickly pulling itself out of my friend. He was bleeding badly, but wasn't dead. Not that it mattered, the signpost had done something terrible, and knew it would not be forgiven. It soon disappeared after, but some say they see it around, with the simple phrase "Home" written on it, still bloodied.

It no longer showed the way to others, it only yearned for the company of others, no matter what.