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Some drawings of the pines twins I had lying around
WAAUGHH PICKLE GFKSJDMSJK THIS IS SO GOOD OHMGOSKHD I LOVE HOW YOU DID HIS VOICE SO MUCH!!!!
@greenbunny7 @anarchysammichh @aroace-get-out-of-my-face
part 3! dubbed! yippee! i can stitch this with the rest if y'all'd like
Dr Pine got a standing ovation and Ford.... may have gotten escorted out (again)
Lyrics are by @greenbunny7!! Check out the first and second verse here!
Okay I know it's been a week but here it is! I had this storyboarded for a while but kept putting off cleaning it up (the random art block struck...) Sorry this took a while to get out!!
This was legitimately one of the most fun things I've animated, I'm so glad this was spawned because of this silly au.
Also yes I'm working on the beat for this, but I might not post it for a while because I wanna refine it a lot. I've never composed a beat for anything before so uh yeah. Probably going to post some other things in the meanwhile though!
My SMG4 oc! I can't draw can’t draw for shit so I made them in a character maker! It’s fairly accurate, he’s just missing the stars on his cloak, which fully covers him and his mask has a similar pattern and isn’t see-through. His face is similar to Bob's: black (covered in shadow) but his eyes glow.
The Overseer-Is fine with any pronouns as they don't really have a gender but the most common is They/He; Queer, specific sexuality unknown; Human??? Maybe??? It’s hard to tell: A fortune teller/seer who can predict the future with perfect accuracy. A normally calm and caring individual, they can turn sarcastic and sassy if he dislikes the person or their motives. His own motives and even origin are unknown. Despite that, they had intimate knowledge of things he shouldn't. The God Box being one example. And it is that which catches the attention of the meme guardians.
IbisPaint glitch filter: exists
Me: its free real estate
This is Suralk btw, both the blue screen and the hologram (she has like 3 different versions). She has lore or something and a "twin brother", Arbenet. I'll probably show him soon.
I was simply doing an art assignment and then Michael showed up
Casey Jones has a sister that we never see so I took a spin on a design for funsies!
was wondering what to draw and asked my brothister @leoslullaby27 what to draw and he said "mia and alt gabriel" (Mia is one of his OCs) so i drew this
Here’s Tech being sassy
I was reading something on AITA that damaged me immensely
"Time blindness is an explanation, not an excuse. It means you don’t have an innate sense of time, not that you physically cannot see what time it is."
Hey, excuse me but that cannot be allowed. You're fucking with me again. First y'all've said you have inside voices then y'all've said you've inside pictures, and I know y'all don't Gumby like me (hyper mobility disorder :(( o no )
But come on. This has to be a joke. One person's delusion of grandeur.
My phone has been malfunctioning so that it shows the time in another time zone randomly and last week after a full day of doing stuff it showed me 11 am and of course I believed it until someone told me: no, it's 7pm. Why would i not. How on earth was I meant to know I hadn't just had a busy 5 hour morning. I'm reeling. I want a list of what's not wrong with my brain, stat!
I am terrified tonight.
Tonight, March 5th, my president talk to France. God, I am terrified.
What is going on in the world ? Between Russia, the US and now Europe ? Fuck, I am european. It terrifies me. He's talking about creating a european army, to 'defend'. But fucking hell ! you can just see he wants to go to war, so he can stay president longer !
I'm going to put what he said -cause I found it-, and put the translation for the non-french speakers : "C’est notre sécurité qui est menacée. Si un pays peut envahir un autre en Europe, c’est la paix qui est menacée" -It is our security that is threatened. If one country can invade another in Europe, peace is threatened- Yay, national security, how nice ! You're going to cost us. Even if he says that it wont, it will.
"La menace russe est là, et touche les pays d’Europe. La Russie a fait du conflit ukrainien un conflit mondial" -The Russian threat is there, and affects the countries of Europe. Russia has made the Ukrainian conflict a global conflict- New world war ? Welp, I'm studying history. Never really intended to live what I'm studying...
"Qui peut croire que la Russie d’aujourd’hui s’arrêtera à l’Ukraine ?" -Who can believe that today's Russia will stop at Ukraine?- They won't. Unfortunately, in my opinion, unless Putin dies -and even then, nothing is sure-, they will continue. They will be world war soon.
"Nous restons attachés à l'Otan, et à notre partenariat avec les États-Unis. Mais l'avenir de l'Europe n'a pas à être tranché à Washington et à Moscou." -We remain committed to NATO, and to our partnership with the United States. But the future of Europe does not have to be decided in Washington and Moscow.- This is probably the thing I agree the most : peace shall not be made outside Europe. It is not a matter from the US to decide who's right and who's wrong. It is not to the US to decide who wins or not. But, arms race is not the answer either. Unfortunately, it seems we do no longer have a choice.
And you know what's even more terrifying ? My brother. He listen, arrived arround half the speech, and then tried to tell us that it was not so bad. That the world wasn't changing a super speed. That, no, our president wasn't trying, in subtext, to invite more people to join the army. He does not believe war can start that fast -we told him he could'nt wait 'till he finished his masters degree at the speed the world is moving, he doesn't want to believe us.
I am shaking, 45 minutes after the speech begun. I am terrified. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I am simply terrified. I would love this text to be one of my dystopian creation. Unfortunately, it is the world today. And fuck, I don't want to be in that world.
DYING pleeeeease 😂😂
How Phee (should have) seduced Tech:
As the sun sets on the Pabu sea, the lights of the village come on from the shore up the hill.
Phee: Pretty spectacular, right?
Tech: I suppose...that is one way to quantify it.
Phee (leans in, softly): Technically, that was a qualification.😏
Tech: (the goggle fidgeting intensifies)😳
Did you get your chosen name from a character?
A World Without Him
Chapter 10
Oh my goodness, what was I thinking?!
Tang had gotten over his shock when he finally walked far enough to actually think about what just happened. But in his haste, he had already walked a couple of blocks when he had been lost in the moment.
Now, though, he's stopped at that bakery with the make-it-yourself type deal that he remembered opening a couple of days ago. The only reason he could recognize it was because he was currently pacing past its window.
He had been freaking out ever since he got over his grogginess from the previous haze. He hasn't been out since last night, he doesn't have any supplies with him (including his dead phone left on the bedside table) other than a nearly empty backpack, and now he's walking aimlessly towards something he doesn't even know exists or not because of a random dream!
I should just go home. I dont know what to look for or what I'm doing. Tang thought, stopping his continuous pacing.
Now he was right in front of the store window, seeing his tired reflection looking right back at him with the sun highlighting his face from behind. He could only sigh before sitting on one of the outside tables in front of said window. Then he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, releasing the tension from between them. The colors around blended together as his vision distorted and stretched.
It was only after he opened and refocussed his eyes agin, that he noticed the deathly silence around him. His surroundings now seemed blurry without his glasses, but he could still feel the lifelessness his surroundings now held.
The street looked dark and colorless, almost as if the color had been faded out of a photograph. The blurry shapes around him never moved, never made a sound. The only thing in his ears was his heartbeat, which steadily kept rising against his will.
He hastily grabbed his glasses, his eyes widening when the surroundings seemed to warp with his vision.
The street was now in full gray-scale, with the shadows being pitch black against the light gray buildings. Everything seemed frozen in time, with the people around him gaining soft, colorful outlines while frozen in place.
Tang didn't know what was going on, and didn't want to know what was going on. Maybe he finally snapped. Maybe he's full on hallucinating now. All he could think about now was getting back home.
So he violently stood up from the table and started to speed walk back home. The still, almost completely colorless figures of the civillians unnerved him to no end.
From closer inspection, they seemed to be in slow motion; it was just enough to where they seems like statues at a first glance. Tang didn't notice this until he saw one guy's drink slowly spread onto the sidewalk from a supposedly clumsy passerby.
I'm going insane.
He side-stepped another civillian on the street with their bright purple hue overpowering the soft sky blue of the person beside them. He tried not to pay too much attention to these strange details.
The one time I try to find some answers about my recent episodes and now I'm back into a worse version of one!
With an irritated grunt, Tang kicks a stray can on the street, now a block away from the start of this limbo type place. The can only went up about a foot before slowing down to the speed of its surroundings.
A small breeze pucks up through his street, not affected by the slowing time. Yet he didn't acknowledge the change, only focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
Why am I so unlucky to have this happen right after yesterday?
He yet again speeds up his pace, now almost a complete sprint past all the still moments around him. He needs to get home. He needs to be sane to actually know what's going on.
Is any of this even happening? I'm an idiot: of course this isn't real. I'm just having another episode, after another horrible dream, after another person died in my arms-
...Why can't I just get over it already. I can't change anything.
The breeze picked up suddenly, whipping past Tang's grimaced face. The intense force of the wind didn't seem to affect him, though, as it swerved around him and through his hair.
Wisps of messy hair flowed in front of his face as he continued on his way home.
Why do I always let something like this happen? When can this finally just stop? I can't keep helplessly watching from the sidelines as people like Allan risk their lives for cowards like me.
He could feel wet tears roll down his face. They dropped to the still ground in waves as he continued to walk. He couldn't waste any more time in this nightmare world unless he wanted his brain to snap.
He walked past many construction sites over the next couple of blocks. He didn't remember walking this far out, but he didn't want to think about the connotations of what that could mean.
He could see the foundations crushed to bits from the empty sidewalk; the concrete walls and floor were all cracked or completely torn through by what Tang could only assume was one of Mk's many battles.
His thoughts carried on to the library, with the sunken roof and the crumblibg walls, but he quickly shut down whatever he was about to think next. Mk was always reckless; it's just who he is. A bad feeling always seemed to overwhelm his stomach when he thought about Mk after yesterday.
Oh please, it's not like you would be any better in his position.
The wind kicks up again, slightly pushing him forward.
Do you think you're any different from the demons he fights every day? How you've probably done worse things than what those bastards could ever dream of?
The tears continue down his face as he walks by the many windows of the street. The shop fronts seem just as lifeless as the rest of the street. He stares as his feet when he walks, avoiding looking at the shops while creating a trail behind him as the waterworks don't seem to stop.
Harina would've left you there to die if she knew what you would become.
Tang's breathes were heavy as he slowed down his steps, almost stopping entirely in front of a stores window. He noticed it had sunflower motifs as he raised his head up to look in the window.
He could only see himself looking back. His hair messy and unkempt, his body highlited in a soft orange glow, his eyes puffy from sobbing all the way here, and his suddenly pale face as he noticed the figure standing beside him.
A tall, young woman stood behind him, staring into his eyes over his shoulder. Her eyes were hollow and blood dripped slowly from her mouth and he long black hair swayed with the breeze.
You were, and still are a pathetic, worthless piece of shit that doesn't even try to live on in her memory as you just lounge over their hundreds of sacrifices-
"JUST LEAVE, ME, ALONE." Tang had shouted, grabbing his own head and crouching down onto the ground. The wind howled in his ears and started to harshly whip the street, shattering every window as far as the eye could see.
Glass rained down over him and the street as he looked up, not caring if he was struck with the shimmering downpour. The glass slowly fell onto the surrounding area, and eventually slowing to a stop like the rest of this hellish place.
He could only stare at the moment frozen in time. The reflections in them proved irksome as they seemed to drown in the orange glow from behind him.
He was yet again tired of this place. How many times does he have to go through this? Enough to please whatever God he had pissed off probably. He laughed bitterly to himself.
He didn't turn around. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to give whatever those monsters wanted out of him; he just wanted to go home.
So only when the whispers from behind finally faded, and the piercing eyes slowly disappeared, was when Tang opened his eyes again.
Now everything was truly quiet. No buzzing, no whispers in the back of his mind, just silence.
He slowly tilted his head up from his perch on the sidewalk, taking everything in slowly. A tall building was in front of him. He could already feel how it was steril, blank, and full of mixed emotions.
The doors in front of him show many different signs, but one caught his eyes immeadietly, "Metrapolis Springs Hospital: First Responder volunteers needed!"
The golden lettering was all it took for his eyes to widen from the initial numbness. Those letters important, he knew. It's just that he didn't know why.
And he would never find out at this moment, as looking too hard at the building caused his vision to blur once again, causing him to lean on a nearby electrical pole for balance.
It getting hard to keep his eyes open as his eyelids became heavy and the whispers started up again. However, there was only one this time. It talked smoothly through his head as his conscious slipped away from his grasp, leaving him up against the pole.
When he woke up again, the world suddenly gained more colors than before, causing Tang's eyes to hurt from the brightness. When he refocussed again, he could tell that the sky had darkened and the sun was about to set.
Where am I?...
He slowly looked around in his grogginess, coming to realize he was right outside of his apartment. He had been sat down on the outside electrical pole with all the posters. He could even see the one for the Metrapolis Library still up with some new tears...
He needed to go back home. Getting inside where it was safe was his top priority. He grabbed the side of the splintered pole to pull himself up and steady his unstable stance, letting him stand up after some struggle.
His mind knew he needed to do something today, something that was important enough to make him feel uneasy, yet his body didn't cooperate as it lead him through the double doors of his apartment building.
The golden letters repeated over and over in his mind as he walked up the steps. They were ingrained into his brain as he reached his final floor.
And then, yet again, Tang could only open the door and slam it behind him as he slid down on the other side. He put his head between his knees as he closed his eyes once again.
I can't keep living like this: these, these horrible trances everyday just kept getting worse and worse as I continue to stay here. I need to leave. I just need to... get away from it all...
And finally, he could only succumb to sleep at the end of it all. His body went limp, and he passed out even before his body hit the floor.
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Vypre (Fell!Snyk) sketches from newest to way long ago first design in the OG 2015/2016 UT era
(The kid befriending stripes-age Vypre is @spookyflavors 's Zipp!)
Me when my tober is jashing.
Oh no! I've stopped the trend of putting lyrics in the art! 😥
(I couldn't think of any lyrics...)
Happy late Valentine’s Day, here’s a little Bruno being flirted with by one of those faceless grey people bc I’m pretty sure that’s what ppl do for self inserts???? In any case I hope u guys like it :)
I was relistening to All Systems Red yesterday to help me finalize my interpretations of the PreservationAux humans, and as you can see I did not do that.
The fanbase has convinced me that Murderbot with tied back hair is just chef’s kiss. For now my headcanon is that it has a ponytail when on Preservation, but just before the survey in Network Effect, it gets its hair cut.
I don’t know what it’s yelling at or why it’s naked. Maybe a washing machine ate its jacket or something.
I just really wanted to draw its fangs.
Earlier this summer, I came across a chair left in the woods (it’s still there) and then just drew this.
Her name is Eck! (including the exclamation point). She lives in the forest adjacent to a suburb. She speaks only in cackles and growls, and like Stitch (yes I know she looks like him) can walk on just her hind legs or on all fours. Eck!’s pastimes include stealing baked goods from the excessive number of coffee shops in the area, moving people’s yard/patio stuff around when they aren’t looking (not stealing, just moving them), and having philosophical debates with the local birds and elementary schoolers.
Absolutely Fabulous art made by my amazing friend @broken-blue-heart for my story Tiny Draconic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64594345/chapters/165909913
Meet Taiya, named after a star in the Draco constellation
okay so like it's fine if nobody agrees with me, but i have two things to say about petscop
one: rainer aka daniel, originally meant for petscop to be a kids game, but later turned it into an exposé against marvin and all the horrible shit he'd done
two: i believe that by the real life logic of peoples brains suppressing trauma, and paul having literally no recollection of care, on top of care calling herself paul and behaving like him.. i think that care and paul are the same person, that is to say, that the trans allegory is definitely there. it's just care transitioning into paul, and their brain blocking out their previous trauma. i'm guessing the whole game that paul specifically experiences, is maybe a metaphor for confronting trauma and finding out the truth about marvin.
like again, y'all can disagree and/or share your own theories on the story in the comments; but i believe that care is paul, and that the game itself was an exposé against marvin by rainer (aka daniel, mike's big bro, hence why he'd want to do so in the first place; since marvin is implied to have killed mike)
(weird grubby 'guardian' i was talking abt in tags under the cut btw, just to separate it from lore talk):
what if i told you i was in moominvalley but they never found me
Hhhhh-
the urge to make free adopts….even though I know people probably won’t even see them…. Hhhhhhh-
Okay, so I was going to do a medic TF2 sketch, and I made this. I can’t stop staring at his tits.