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Hazzmat🍄
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32 bees in a sticky plastic bag in a parking lot, telling stories. Currently working on an active stealth game called Little Goblin.

Making games with @glitcheli.bsky.social 💛 and writing stories of my own from time to time.

He/Him
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Hazzmat🍄 @hazzmat.studiorespite.com · Oct 22
There's someone in the attic.

#writing #story
The post is four images with text overlaid. The background image of the first is a hallway, seen from a crack at the bottom of a door. The text is as follows: There's someone in the attic. I'm sure of it. Yesterday I was in the hallway, walking back to my room, when the front door opened. That's not supposed to happen. I live alone for a reason. Nothing unexpected is supposed to happen. No one is supposed to happen. I slammed my door shut behind me. I listened. Heavy footsteps. Slow. Carrying something heavy. Stopped at my door. I crept down to the gap under the door, pressing my face to the floor. There he was, I'm sure of it. Oxfords. Clean. Right in front of me. Pointed at me. He knows I'm here. Going upstairs now. Slow. Creaking. Carrying something heavy. I waited there on the floor for over an hour, praying for him to leave. The ever-present constriction of my stomach formed a ball that stays with me still. I don't dare leave. Who is He? What does He want? The people outside my window seem to mock me, walking by free and careless. Unknowing of the pressure building in my lungs. The pressure in my head. The sinking sensation in my stomach when I hear the second floor creak above me. He's still here. Someone's still here. Tools dropped on the floor above me. Something heavy sliding. Hours and hours. He's building something. He's still here. Someone's still here. The second image is incredibly dark, the only light coming from a cracked door the camera is hiding behind. Beyond the door you can faintly see the shadow of someone that headed upstairs. The text is as follows: He remains, somewhere up there. It's been over a day, sleepless. He hasn't come back down, or has He? Is He still in the attic? Has He moved? Out of food now, need more. My cheek touches the floor again. I scan left and right. Nobody's there. I can't make out any more than the bottom two steps. Is someone there? Is He there? The people outside my window jeer at me. Why are they still there? Why won't they leave? I'm so hungry. I push against the door and turn the knob slowly, not letting the mechanism inside it click. I ease the door back enough to peer through the crack. Slacks on the stairs. Oxfords. He's right there. The slam echoes through the tiny house. Silence. He's right there. He's still there. Watching? Waiting. I listen closely. Silence. Half an hour passes. Frozen; stuck in place. He must have seen me, right? He may never move. Why would He? What does He want? Work begins again in the attic. Dust settles on the floor and I am trapped inside. Am I safe anywhere? The third image shows another dimly lit scene inside a house, this time as if looking up from the bottom of a staircase. The light fades the higher up the stairs you look, until there is nothing but darkness at the top. The text reads: The people outside my window grow restless. Their derision creeps in through the gaps in the curtain, through the filthy glass. I grow restless; angry. Why am I like this? Why can't I say anything to them? Why am I trapped in my room again? This house was supposed to stop this, and what? It's been taken from me. That man in the attic. Why won't he go away? What's he building? He's still on the stairs, I know it. Waiting. Still waiting. It's dark again now. My stomach aches. This has to stop. Work began again in the attic. Maybe if I run fast enough, He won't see me? Won't know I'm there. Invigorated. I grab the handle and twist. My body fills with excitement, my shoulders are shaking. The ball in my stomach grows and sinks. I can't do it. I can't do it. What if He's still there? What if He sees me? The door flings open. I sprint into the dark hallway, running toward the light that shines through the front door window. The stairs are dark. Presence unknowable. I round the corner to the kitchen. Dark corners hide shadows. Cereal on the counter. Back to safety. Stairs are dark. Was the door that ajar? Stairs are dark. The attic lies quiet. The door slams behind me. The people outside my window are quiet. The final image is a white void, filled only with the silhouette of an ornate mirror, its normally reflective surface black. The text inside of it reads: I saw something in the mirror. I know I did. Someone is watching me. Where? The shadows coat everything. Hide everything. The mirror is the safest place. Furthest away from whatever it was. Whoever it was. Eyes creep out. Watching from everywhere. My closet. My bed. Under the door. In every corner and behind every object. I glance back into the mirror, desperate for clues. Where was it? Where did I see it? Where did they go? Nothing but darkness. Nothing but my reflection. Work is finished in the attic. It's coming for me. He's coming for me. The machine is complete. It must be. Why would they appear now, of all times? Shadows hide everything; hide everyone. Nowhere for me to hide. In front of the mirror I can watch all angles. The people outside are restless. Echoes from the attic. Something is moving. He is still there. But he's not here. I'm safe when he's not here; when someone's not here. They can wait in the shadows, fine. As long as they're not here. The ceiling creaks above me, but it's not here. I'm safe here. The eyes appear in the vent. The eyes appear in the mirror. I appear in the mirror. I am here. I am safe here. The stairs creak. Footsteps. Slow. Carrying something heavy. I am safe here. The people outside my window jeer. I am safe here. Heart racing, breathing fast. I am safe here. Stomach is sinking. I am safe here. They grow closer. I am safe here. They stop outside my door. I am safe here. Shadows created by His oxfords appear beneath the door. This is the end of the story. Thank you for reading/listening to it. If there are ways for me to improve this alt text, please let me know.
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ippotsk.bsky.social
underneath the sun's really special to me, so I hope more people who enjoy my work can also check it out (and maybe even talk about it hehehe). :"^)

www.ippotsk.com/videos/under...
ippo.tsk | MV: underneath the sun
www.ippotsk.com
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I'm like foaming at the mouth. A*I has entered so many creative spaces, it's making me want to learn 1000 new hobbies out of spite!! It's ruining every skill that's based on human passion 😭

Soon I will become the Ultimate Jack of All Trades out of sheer rage. is it only me am I just going insane rn
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neutronio.games
Hey guys! Explore planets, mine valuable resources, dock to stations and sell off your valuables in AstraX, a huge little space game 👩‍🚀🚀

Version 0.7 is now public!! You can finally save your game. That changelog is endless (again) 😂 Happy exploring

astrax-game.com/version-0-7-...

#gamedev #gaming
0.7 – Saving Update
This update includes a lot of infrastructure, such as saving and loading games, customizable user avatars, better planet texture, revised trading UI and more.
astrax-game.com
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Present Day
Lain but Merry Lain but Merry, again! Lain but Merry, again and again! Lain but Merry, forever.
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glitcheli.bsky.social
Warm-up doodle (that I forgot was supposed to be a warm-up doodle) <3

[Ava, she/her] [ #ocsky #oc ]
Digital art of a girl with brown skin and light pink hair, with yellow eyes and white pupils shaped like plus signs. She's dressed in very light lolita fashion with a black top, choker, and hair ribbons. Ava looks off to the side grumpily.
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arobertswrites.com
I don't think the Whos deserve to be saved from their sins.
December 24, 2025 at 12:51 AM
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arobertswrites.com
The Whos of Whoville being obsessed with Christmas implies that there was a Who Jesus and I am very troubled by this.
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breakfield01.bsky.social
December 24, 2025 at 5:43 AM
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glitcheli.bsky.social
2 hour-ish doodle for an OC I've never gotten to use yet! I think she'll be named Amaya (or maybe Amaia...)

[ #ocsky #oc]
Digital art of a young black girl dressed in warm clothing. Her short locs are tucked away under a hat, and her curly bangs spill away from her face as she leans over and waves.
December 22, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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hazzmat.studiorespite.com
Having one of those weekends where I really wish I hadn't bothered trying to game dev. Work killed my ability and the desire to work through computer problems lmao
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glitcheli.bsky.social
Clarice doodle!! [she/her]

[ #ocsky #oc ]
Art of a girl with light blue hair and tan skin, roughly painted digitally. She wears a white lilly-like flower in her hair, and a white gown with fabric draped across her shoulder and matching white gloves. She sits with elbows on her knees facing away and toying with her hair. Her eyes are downcast towards the bright background.
December 8, 2025 at 5:45 AM
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glitcheli.bsky.social
2025 Summary of Art. Here's to more progress in 2026!!!
Glitcheli's summary of art for 2025, with each drawing per month laid out in a grid. A small drawing of Cheli is in the top right corner. September's image in the bottom left corner says "only personal doodles this month" with a sketch of Cheli in tears.
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insane fyp pull
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REAL
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noam2000.miku.place
Early 2000s themed LAN party next week, so I'm time travelling my OC
December 7, 2025 at 7:26 PM
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xeiaso.net
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eff.org
CBP, DEA and local law enforcement agencies have created a massive surveillance dragnet targeting drivers on highways along the US-Mexico border. Here's how to spot automated license plate readers by the roadside. www.eff.org/deeplinks/2...
How to Identify Automated License Plate Readers at the U.S.-Mexico
U.S. Customs and Border Protection (CBP), the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA), and scores of state and local law enforcement agencies have installed a massive dragnet of automated license plate
www.eff.org
December 20, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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beanjbunny.bsky.social
Hey, if you wanted to start into game development but didn’t know how, I have this document you can use to get yourself started in Godot: docs.google.com/document/d/1... #godot #gamedev #indiedev
So You Want To Know Godot
LET’S GODOT! So you’ve decided that Godot is the Game Engine You’ve Been Waiting For. Good for you! Here’s some resources I’ve collected that are awesome. This document is a living document, if I fi...
docs.google.com
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Princess/Sovereign is one of my favorite classes in gaming, here's a lil tribute!

can we get a new etrian odyssey please
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It is the exact hill to die on. Even if a person were completely self-absorbed, it would still be the hill to die on. Because civil rights are civil rights and Republicans are trying to use this issue to make Dems look weak and distract from the fact that the Republican Party protects pedophiles.
December 19, 2025 at 4:52 AM
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innerspiral.lol
Keep making your own shit. Fuck AI slop, and everything it stands for. I want to see the things YOU create; I want see the soul, and heart.
Art will always exist; and no prompt by a techbro will ever fucking understand that.
#blog #AI #art
Keep Making Shit
innerspiral.lol
December 17, 2025 at 10:09 AM
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jefftanton.bsky.social
Occult Clean-Up is our Golden-idol mystery x cleaning-sim!

Investigate sites of recent paranormal encounters, photograph evidence, build a case board, clear all traces so the public never find out.

First ever mention so if this is your sort of thing let us know!

#teaseyagame
A tv floats above a body in a green hued room A caseboard stacked with notes and evidence A doll with hollow eyes sits on a chair - viewed through a camera lens A pile of sponges and a bucket sit on a table illuminated by a spotlight
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hazzmat.studiorespite.com
Work has me entering the dangerous point in my mental health arc where I feel the overwhelming urge to host a large LAN party
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