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Alternate Ending: Printer Mishap

Aka bro gets one ounce of praise from his boss for fixing the printer and now has a lot of explaining to do.

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So I approached @bonkalore for a commission of these two and it turned out incredible!!! 🥺 Ya'll def should check out their blog and tune into their streams.

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Drowsy Vampire dad

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Tf2 details that a lot of people get wrong:

Demoman is most likely under 30, making him either the third or second youngest out of the cast. I GET IT. YOU CAN ALL STOP TELLING ME HE'S "not actually under 30" IM TALKING ABOUT THIS COMIC ISSUE AND THE GRAVEL WARS. NOT THE ACTUAL FULL COMIC SERIES WHERE IT TAKES PLACE 5 YEARS AFTER.

Scout can drive. He even has that taunt where he drives that little scooter.

Snipers glasses were likely given to him by his dad.

Engineer is NOT the most """sane""" of the mercs, that actually goes to Heavy. He has a severe God complex (line: "I am a GOD!") And cut off his arm cuz why not. He also has green eyes, not blue.

Medic is terrible at naming things. I just think this has a lot of potential for jokes.

Pyro is completely aware they're setting stuff on fire, they just like wearing their mask. They also aren't a kid despite how Miss Pauling talks to them.

Spy isn't as professional as people think. He takes 7 seconds to piss on a wall, and Miss Pauling tells him to wash his mask since he never takes it off.

Soldier WAS "racist" (I really don't know how to describe the term here) until he met Zhanna.

Finally, Heavy. I don't even need to explain anything. His entire CHARACTER is always mischaracterized to be Medic's alpha boyfriend. He's arguably the most caring one out of the mercs.

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This is amazing!

Guess who's back! It's Bean!

Except he prefers his Spanish name better. One of these days i need to color again... But anyway, he's back, and he's going to be an official Titanic OC! And, I'm going to give him a slight bit of backstory in this funny little comic.

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sound on !!!

i wanted to make a little animatic to get in the mood for the other idea i had planned!! the song wynslow is humming is The Fairies Dance - Tungsten :] thanks again @teardropwolf for the idea HEHEHE

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had an absolutely abhorrent day today so i hope you dont mind some self insert projecting cringe thingy

i'll probably type it in my ao3 diary thingy idk

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Family 4/?

First part:

Previous part:

⚠️WARNING⚠️

Fear, mention of trauma, gore (in a memory!!), panic, curse words

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Mark sat there quietly, looking down at Lizzie, still thinking about her brother. It hurt him deeply to imagine a teen-, well barely a teen looking after his little sister all alone. Mark also had an younger sister and couldn't imagine the same scenario for himself.

James tried soft talking to Lizzie from the distance while making some food. He decided to prepare a salad, it sounded the most reasonable, since he didn't really know what Lizzie could eat - lettuce and some other light vegetables didn't sound like something that could harm the poor little girl. His head was filled with thoughts as well but he didn't want to make it obvious.

Lizzie didn't answer any of James words, as she held the plush toy tightly and raised her timid ocean blue eyes up to Mark from time to time, only to look away as soon as she cought eye contact with him.

She was really afraid of him. She liked James better.

She secretly prayed that her brother would come very soon to take her back home. Well, the humans didn't seem as bad as the stories made them look but she knew that must have been a trick! She was a big girl and she knew that she couldn't be fooled!

"Mark, please call my work and let them know I can't come today" James repeated his request to his husband.

"Oh, yeah, right" Mark mumbled as he was roused from his reverie. He stood up too quickly which triggered Lizzie and made her flinch and hug the toy elephant more tightly.

Marks eyes widden slightly and he looked down at the girl with pity.

"Sorry little one" he whispered in a soft voice. It sounded unnatural, he had such deep and masculine voice that when he tried to sound soft and gentle it just sounded so forced and.. fake.

Lizzies eyes never meet his, nor did she answer. He waited for a secound, hoping that she would acknowledge that it was okay or something but after a moment he realized that would never happen. He just looked at his husband, hoping for his support but James was too concerned on making the salad and didn't pay him much attention. It only made Marks heart sting more. The man left the room to go call his beloveds work and make up some lie about him being sick.

Lizzie held back tears as the bigger, taller, more scary looking (and sounding) man left. She didn't want the humans to see how scared she was. She was big and brave! She knew her brother would save her! Right..?

She couldn't help but let out a sob. She didn't like being anywhere without Cain. Where was he?! She was terrified of the humans and hoped that it was all a dream. Well, more likely a nightmare.

James whole body stiffen when he heard the incredibly quiet, tiniest sob. His heart shattered again. He turned around to look at Lizzie in less that a secound.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" He spoke in his usual sweet voice as he stepped closer to the table. Lizzie raised her tiny eyes filled with tears and looked up at him.

"Oh, honey.." he signed, as he sat down on the chair "It's alright, everything will be okay".

James tried to comfort her the best way he could but he had trouble doing so without wanting to reach out to her and hold her in his arms (or rather palms).

Lizzie felt so alone. So scared. So tiny. She just needed some comfort. Any comfort. Any at all.

James seemed friendly enough, she thought. He didn't seem like a monster. He was.. nice. And she needed to be comforted.

She reached her hands up like a toddler wanting to be held. She hoped James would understand the gesture.

He did.

James moved slowly, not wanting to startle her any more than she already was. His heart beat fasten as he reached down to the girl. She flinched once his hands touched her but she didn't back away. She stood still with the same gesture, obviously scared but non the less needing to be held and comforted.

The humans fingers slowly grabbed her small body and raised her up from the table. James mind was a mess, he was so scared that he would do something wrong, that Lizzie would be even more terrified, that he wouldn't be gentle enough and actually he could hurt her. It didn't change the fact of how happy he felt at that moment. He knew Lizzie was scared, he knew she thought of him and his husband as monsters and yet she trusted him enough to want to be held by him.

Lizzie tried not to let more cries out as she was raised from the table, being held tightly by fingers that were literally her size. She was scared to look down, the fear of falling growing inside of her. Her whole body trembled and she knew there was no point in hiding that - the giant must have also felt it. Her mind created scary scenerios, like from the stories Cain would tell her. She started to regret making the decision of asking to be held when-

James brought her to his chest, hugged and comforted.

"It's alright Lizzie, I've got you. You're going to be okay, I'm here" he spoke so softly that it was almost too nice sounding to be true. Lizzie remembered the same feeling, though she didn't remember where was it from. She remembered someone holding her just like that and singing her tunes. She snuggled closer into her fa- into James' chest and began to calm down. Before she knew it she was asleep.

James couldn't help but smile once he realized that Lizzie had fallen asleep on his chest. He was really happy that she trusted him enough and felt comfortable enough to let her guard down. He could have sat there, holding her for all the enternity. She was his little angel send from the heavens. She needed him. And now he was completely sure, since the first time he held her when he helped her get untangled - he needed her.

He was rushed from his thoughts when he heard Mark calling out for him.

"James! Help me!" Mark yelled form a different room just a secound after there was a bang.

"He broke the drawer again, didn't he?" James signed quietly with a tired expression. He stood up but soon realized that taking Lizzie with him would surely wake her up. He lowered her on the sofa. Once his fingers had to get away from her they felt empty. As if something, or rather someone was missing. James wouldn't have said that out loud but he started to care for the little girl way more than he should.

He left the room, going to help his husband.

Soon enough, this was Cain's chance.

The boy didn't really know what was happening outside, in the kitchen but he knew damn well that his sister was in danger. The human beans have left. This was probably his only chance at getting his baby sister back.

He rushed out from the walls and looked around, trying to spot Lizzie. As soon as he did his heart sank.

She was laying there, not moving, eyes closed on the sofa.

Cain's breath quickened, his hands trembled and his eyes widen with horror.

He immediately remembered the scene..

Little Cain and Lizzie were with their parents. They were happy.

"Take care of your little sister, while we go borrowing Cain" his father told him.

"We will be back soon" his mom said, while she hugged him.

"I will take care of her, I promise I won't dissapoint you daddy" Cain looked up at his dad with a smile. The man putted a hand on his sons head and messed his hair a little.

"That's my boy."

Hours passed. Mommy and daddy weren't coming back. Lizzie was crying from being hungry and tired. She never could fall asleep without her dada singing her tunes and without mommy's goodnight kiss.

Cain was starting to worry. Where were they? They never borrowed for such a long time. He didn't know how to handle Lizzie. He needed his parents!

Finally, when Lizzie was so tired that she fell asleep from exhaustion, Cain decided to go and check on his parents. It was still some time before sunrise, the human must have still been asleep.

Cain knew the tunnels. His daddy tough him already two times how to borrow! He was a big boy, after all. He needed the skill to help his parents.

He ran to the counter, but stopped as soon as he heard the humans voice.

"Fucking pests!" He yelled out angrily "If they weren't so damn struggling I could have sold them and now what?! I have to clean all this mess!"

Cain didn't understand what was happening. Why was the human up? What pests? There were no pests in the house. Where were his mommy and daddy? What the hell was this monster cleaning up after? WHERE WERE MOMMY AND DADDY?

The boy waited untill he heard the humans footsteps getting further away. His heart was racing, his eyes started to fill up with tears.

"Momma? Daddy?" He whispered, peaking out from the tunnel. What he had seen.. was undescribable.

The little boys eyes widen as he saw that the whole countertop was painted red. He knew that this wasn't no paint nor leftovers of some food. The countertop was stained with blood. His heart skipped a beat.

"Momma..? Daddy..? Where are you..?" He sobbed out. He thought he had already known the answer but he would have not accepted it. He had to find his parents. Lizzie needed them. He needed them.

He rushed to check if his parents were maybe hiding somewhere around the countertop. His body trembled and he almost puked once his shoes were stained with blood.

His parents were not there.

Finally, he went to the edge of the countertop. Maybe they hid on the floor? Away form.. whatever had happened there.

It was a mistake that he had looked down.

There was a giant trash bin just below him. It was filled with paper towels stained with blood. There was also..

"DADDY?!" Cain sobbed out as he was unable to hold back tears now.

"No, no, no, no, no!!" The little boy cried out as he looked at the crushed corpse of his father. The man was missing 3 of his limbs. His face was deformed. He was dead. Daddy was dead.

The scary part did not end there. Right next to the boys father there were parts of his mommy's body. It was not complete. Her head was missing. Her fucking head!! Her favourite sweater was all covered in blood and her own organs. I will spare you the terrifying and heartbreaking details.

Cain could have done nothing but puke and cry. How could that have happened?! How could they have been cought?! He needed them! They had to be alive! This had to be a nightmare! It had to be!

Looking at his daddy's, crushed, deformed, lifeless face he knew that it was all too real. That it was the humans that were responsible for.. this..

"I'm so-sorry d-daddy.. I won't d-diss-dissapoint you, I'll pro-protect Lizzie" he promised the corpse of his father, remembering their last conversation. Daddy was supposed to come back home. Mommy was supposed to come back with him.

The little boy heard the footsteps of a human reappearing into the kitchen.

"I l-lo-love you.. Goodbye m-mommy, goodbye daddy" he sobbed out the last time, looking at the devastated corpses, running away back into the tunnel.

He run as fast as he could back to Lizzie, crying, whimpering, occasionally vomiting. His shoes left red stains in the tunnel.

"I will protect Lizzie" he promised to his parents.

Cain stood there unmoving, his heart beating heavily as he started at Lizzies body, lying on the enourmous sofa. It couldn't have been too late. He needed to protect her. She had to be alright.

He rushed with his another hook onto the floor and run as fast as he could. He couldn't loose his sister. She was the only one he had left. He promised he would protect her. He fucking promised.

He was shaken. His head started to create scary scenerios as he ran. His eyes filled with tears but he couldn't loose hope.

He threw his hook onto the sofa and started climbing as fast as he could. He reached the top in no time. As soon as he did he ran to his sister.

When he saw that she was breathing a weight was lifted from his chest. He shook her to wake her up.

"Lizzie! Wake up! We need to get away from here!" He yelled out, scared that the giants could come back any moment.

Lizzie opened her eyes uncertainty and when she saw Cain she hugged him tight.

"You came!" She grabbed onto her brothers chest "I'm sorry I took your hook! I will never leave again!" She spoke.

Cain didn't have time for this nonsense now. He grabbed her onto his arms.

"Not now Lizzie. I'm not mad. Let's get outta here" he spoke to her, petting her head.

"Get on my back and hold on tight" he commanded.

As soon as James came back into the kitchen he knew something was definitely wrong. He didn't yet know what, but something was.. off.

Soon he figured out that it must have been two tiny children on a rope hanging from his sofa.

"Holy moly.." he whispered with wide open eyes. Lizzie looked at him for a second and them looked away with shame, while the bigger boy had fear and anger in his eyes. The borrowers got onto the floor before James could have had any reaction. They ran under the sofa.

Cain's heart was beating fast. That was close. They had no tunnels under the sofa. They had to get away quickly somehow! They had to get away before the humans get to them and they will spare their parents fate. He held his sister close to himself, trying not to show how frighten he actually was.

Soon enough Mark accompanied James in the kitchen door.

"Why are you standing like that? Where's Lizzie?" the bigger human asked his husband who was visibly shocked and stunned.

As Cain heard the humans voice under the sofa he looked at his sister with rage. His eyes showed her of how much he dissaproved of the humans knowing her name.

"She's.. under the sofa. With her brother, I suppose.." James answered his husband in almost a whisper, never taking his eyes away form the furniture.

"Then let's move the sofa and get them out form under it" Mark said, rushing to get closer to the sofa.

"Wait!" his partner had stopped him "Those are kids. They're hiding because they are scared. If we force them out we will only play into their fears more"

James' reasoning made Mark stop in his trucks.

"Yeah, your probably right.. So what's your plan?"

"You should go to work, I'll handle it, I promise" James kissed his husband's cheek, pointing out at the time. Mark was frustrated at the fact that he couldn't have an impact on how the story with the tiny kids continues untill 5 pm but he knew his husband was better with kids anyways.

"Love you" he said.

"I love you too" James answered.

James though for a couple of minutes before sitting down at the floor, still leaving plenty of space between himself and the sofa.

"Lizzie? Are you alright?" was his first question. He spoke in his soft voice, hoping that Lizzie trusted him enough to.. come back to him. Or at least answer.

Cain listened carefully to all the humans words before, but emotions blurred most of them out. He held his sister close as they stood next to the wall, hiding. He was still mad that the humans knew his sister's name. Once he realized that one of them left he signed with a little bit of relief. It was easier to get away from one human rather than two, but it still was a unfair fight.

As he heard the human speak directly to Lizzie his blood boiled. The human was cruel enough to joke about caring about the little girls well being. As if he wasn't a freaking monster.

Cain gestured to his sister that she can not answer.

James sat there quietly for a moment, knowing that it would be a hard day for him.

Winning childrens trust is a unfair battle.

"It'll be a long day" James signed.

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Thank you for reading and waiting for this part! After over a year, you get the promised update. I hope you enjoyed it and can't wait for the future parts!! Love ya 💙 (especially those who really waited for this for a long time (sorry for that))

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sorry guyz i kinda died for a few days and now i cant remember anything wazz gooood

anyway working on 2 more scrap pages like i did with mary. AND im in a DnD club now :) im a silly lil' jester halfling bard :3 gotta draw that guy. anyway have this wip.

also almost at the 20% mark for chapter one! only 70% left to do 🥲

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Sort of. I miss seeing new G/T things from your blog because it helps many of my writing ideas. ^^

chat is my blog dead? be honest

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doing something. . .

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This is good!

late night multitasking

idk i just wanted to make fucking SOMETHING today so i just i i just i wanted toi ju i wanted to mae uh cringe uhmm i uh freaky uh g/t freaky but- *gets sniped*

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So cute!

Cooking up smthin but also silently kinda terrified abt what reactions ill get—

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I have. You're not the only one.

Tumblr keeps logging me off today, has anyone else experienced this?

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WENDELL

For @pxmun2 as a Dampfross

(Click to Zoom plz)

I loved designing him sooo much. He is such a unique Character.

Here is a brief summary of the character that I wrote with the information that @pxmun2 has given me. I just added some more Pizzaz. I hope thats o.k...

Once upon a time, in a long-forgotten land, there lived a magical being with a magnificent golden antlers that shone in the sunlight. This creature, as old as the forests in which it lived, was as loyal as it was free-spirited. Playful yet given to seriousness when the need arose. He is very brave and very popular among the people like the steam horses. He was once the guardian of the Dampfrosses until one day, on one of his journeys to a small island later known as Sodor, he discovered a lonely abandoned Dampfross pup. He became her teacher and mentor. In time, she became the new guardian of the Dampfrosses with her own golden antlers.

The old guardian, also a friend of the humans, was a friend to one named Dinah. They had a bond so strong that they were like brothers. But time weakened the guardian's brother. As a magical being he is long-lived, as a human Dinah was bound to death and could not escape it. Time robbed his brother of his strength. He became weaker and weaker and death came. With Dinah no longer among the living, the guard had to be put away for the safety of others, for he had changed. He was once a kind, trusting and helpful creature. Now nobody knows what has become of him. Not even his pupil, the new guardian.

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Guys- hear me out yall-

Zombie pred, but protection vore.

It's a zombie apocalypse, and you have no one. You're on your own, and you are barely sane. That is, until you meet Zed.

By some miracle, Zed has survived this long, though you aren't sure how. They are slow and fall behind constantly. Normally, they catch up, though, so you have stopped worrying about them. They are also a pacifist, which makes everything 10× harder because now you have to kill all the zombies they dont.

One thing that worries you though, is that they eat little to nothing, always giving away their portion to you. But you can see it. They are hungry. They want to eat, but they dont, and you can't figure out why.

One day, you and Zed are on the run, as per usual. You're clever, darting into alleys and through abandoned buildings. And as always, Zed follows behind, slowly but surely catching up to you.

You dart into an old home. Without warning, a loud crash sounds to your right. You look over, and to your horror, a group of zombies had crashed down your excape door. Behind you, you heard more zombies coming. Without another option, you rush up the stairs to your left. With your heart racing, you run into a room. You open the window, but without anything to climb down, you will break your legs from the fall.

This is it, you think. You will surely lose to this horde. There's too many. Zed won't fight. Hell, if Zed finds you, that's a miracle in of itself.

And a miracle happenes. Zed slowly walks through the door to the room. They make their way over to you with a confused expression on their face.

"Why are you here? I thought you would want to get out as soon as possible." They furrowed their brows

"I-" you can't get the words out. You're going to die here. You both were going to die because of a damn house. You break, tears stream down your cheeks. "We're going to die here, Zed."

Their look of confusion turns to a look that you rarely see from Zed. Determination. "No, no you aren't going to get hurt ok?" The spoke softly. "I- I need you to trust me. Please, trust me that I wont hurt you."

You have no time to react as you get pulled quickly towards Zed. Soon, a warm wetness soaked your face, squeezing every nook and cranny. It spread, engulfing your ears, then neck. You squirm, but strong hands pin your arms to your side.

As you slide further into this unknown, more tears find their way into your already tearful eyes.

Your lower body gets slung upward, and you feel yourself siding down quicker. A roaring thud echoes through your ears with a rhythmic pattern. You try to kick your legs, but feel yourself tireing as the warmth engulfs you.

After what feels like an eternity, you slip into a larger area with more room. But thats not to say you arnt still confined. Your feet are the last to get consumed, and with them your last sense of reality.

The rest of your body slips into its new resting place, allowing you to wrap your head around what is happening.

The place around you is moving, not like it's walking but in an almost petting motion. It's wet and slimy, but it doesn't hurt at all.

You must have died, and this is the afterlife. that's the only logical option. You nod your head, sealing that as fact in your mind, that is until a voice softly vibrates from above.

"See? Your ok right?" Zed spoke with hesitation in their voice.

"What... What? Just... what?" You couldn't put a sentence together. Where were you? Why is Zed up?

"'What' what?" Zed asked.

"What just happened?" You finally manage to get out.

"I um..." they paused, "I kind of... um... ate... you..."

What? Your heart stopped. How is that even possible? You start to panic, and you press your legs out against your confines.

Zeds' heart sped up too, after they realized you were now scared. "Nonono sorry please I promise you're ok. You're safe, I promise. I- I just thought, zombies won't be able to smell you in here." You could hear their hopeful tone.

"And what about you? Huh? Now they just have a human terducken to eat." You snap, ignoring the fact that you are eaten and trying to focus on the staying alive part.

"They wont touch me..." Zed wispers, guilt rolling in their words.

"What?" That must be your new favorite word.

"Zombies dont eat other zombies."

"But you're not a-" You pause. Everything makes sense. The slowness, the pacifism, not eating. Zed is a zombie.

You have been eaten by a zombie

Maybe will continue tomorrow. But yall get the vibes????