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Tpot Gaty - Blog Posts
OHHH MY GOD ONE WHEN I GET YOU...,.,., ONE WHEN I GET YOU ITS ON SIGHT I WILL MURDER YOU I WILL STRANGLE YOU WHY MUST YOU BE MY FAVORITE WHY WHYYYYY IF ONE HURTS GATY I WILL ACTUALLY EXPLODE BRO TWO LOOKED SO WORRIED EEEAAAAAUUGGHH SCREAMSCRIES EXPLODES DIES EEEAAUUGH
kinda felt like gaty there honestly
^ My ver and original! v
I tried redrawing that one scene from tpot 15!!! >: D
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Phone drawings
(On third pic u see mine and @mryukii s sonic oc I did for fun)
And more phone drawings!
I love One, she has done nothing wrong ever
Random One and Two things because I'm going crazy (weird mouth stuff yay)
kneels like a squire prepared to be knighted. twogaty moodboard please and thank you with extra sprinkles on top (these moodboards are SO PRETTY GRRR /pos)
tysm!!!!!!!! - mod roboty
You’ll always be next to me
Song is Telephones by Vacations
Yuri….
Doodle while at school, ermmm
Now you see her
Now you don’t! 💫
2nd post of the day.... 😎😎
Hahhs. can you tell. can youvtell what my latest obsession is. theres more but theyre Ugly. so are these but.they can be tolerable..... (oldest to. Newest i think? idk.you can see the visible art style change)
dont ask how in coping with the latets ii episode (my reactin when watching the episodr btw. theres more but i cant add more than 10 photos💔)
Entre mis bocetos se encuentran estos dibujos que realicé antes del lanzamiento de TPOT 15. En ese momento ya intuía que One se llevaría a Gaty y que Two estaría devastado por ello. Por esa razón, plasmé una idea que se me ocurrió mientras estaba en clase.
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Hello!
I saw @boltmoonvic 's robot gijinkas, and thought they were a really cool idea! Especially since making the characters robots/dolls/etc could be used to create more humanoid versions whilst still easily being able to keep their weird object physics! So, I created my own sort of doll? Robot? Gijinka of Gaty, made of old parts you might find outside of someone's house.
No text version under the cut
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]
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