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Guys go follow my other account @deadwardynamic I probably won't post on this one anymore but I'll keep it around lol.

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Ask blog coming soon!

I’m working on creating little posts with info and lore about all of my major OCs in hopes of making a web comic eventually with all of them. Once I post that, I’ll open up an ask blog for those characters.

Maybe I’ll even get a small little fandom for my OCs, that would be cool lol

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Random update

My funky little drawing pad doesn’t work anymore ;-;

Technically I’m still able to do digital art on the same computer just using a stylus but I liked the drawing pad better so I’ll probably be posting less digital art until I get a new one (as if I was posting a lot in the first place though lmao) but yeah

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Candlewick sketches <3

(+ random hcs lol)

go watch Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio it’s literally so good

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FR ONG   😭

can more people post about him please

he deserved better.

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let’s do it fr

an idea for gdt pinocchio fans

what if we paired candlewicks mom and the wood sprite

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Y’all, I’m currently writing a fanfic on Wattpad (Nottemdude) if you wanna check it out. As of now, there are only two chapters out, but I will update any time I get the chance.

No Regrets || Postal x Hatred crossover/ship AU (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/328870152-no-regrets-postal-x-hatred-crossover-ship-au?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=xxRockAddictxx&wp_originator=i6Acl22QkG7xFtW%2F9TUzsHi1Dgvt7ltFS3iO7cZatazIcwju9ssE6zb1SjgbolCzmiE7WLFjdcBtPJ%2Fe%2BiIXxcL9eo7LNhdYd5X6NBl9h%2BAS8lgcAHQmYwleyttP052v 

Wow, look at me go with the super original and unpredictable title that no one could ever have thought of woohoo /j 

There aren't any fics of the postal dude x not important even though there's fanart so I took it upon myself to write one based on random hcs I have of the two because I can't be stopped from shipping them. 

I think my writing abilities have improved since I last posted on Wattpad. I'm better at not being cringe too... I hope. 

Updates WON'T be regular, I'll publish the chapters whenever I finish them. So without further ado... 

The Postal Dude. He lives the American dream we all want! What a normal guy; works 9-5 (er, well... he *did*), runs normal errands, and has a normal, loving wife in a normal home with his good ol' dog Champ. He quite enjoys his 2nd amendment rights as well, as any American would. What a great guy! 

The crusader. His name is not important, but what is important is what a... normal guy he is too! He owns a house, what a successful guy-- and an independent one at that! He... *also* enjoys his 2nd amendment rights-- just as much as the Postal Dude. 

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What happens when two silly goofy homicidal maniacs meet? What if they fell in love? They could watch the world burn and their enemies crumble, begging for mercy... while they hold hands. Maybe even kiss? 

Disclaimer: The Postal franchise and its characters and storyline belong solely to Running With Scissors. Hatred and its characters and storyline belong solely to Destructive Creations. The plot mainly comes from my own ideas with references to both games. This story is purely fictional and any relation to real life is purely coincidental. 

Please do not copy or plagiarize my work.

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GUYS

NOT IMPORTANT FROM HATRED IS SHORTER THAN THE POSTAL DUDE

THE DUDE IS 6′8″

NOT IMPORTANT IS 6′2″

GUYS

STOP DRAWING NOTIM TALLER

I KNOW IT’S HARD TO FATHOM BUT GUYS IT’S CANON

THIS HAS BEEN AN ALL CAPS PSA

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Update on my obsession over Postal, I now have (in addition to Postal 1 and Brain Damaged) Postal 2 and Postal 4.

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Just found out Postal exists about two days ago and now I have Postal 1, Brain Damaged, I read the entire fandom wiki for lore, plus I made this :))

I swear I’m completely sane--

It’s definitely not a hyperfixation, wdym- :,)

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oops I killed lance fuck my bad

anyway i ship it

ignore the sketch used as lineart, we’re pretending it’s a stylistic choice here ._.

this is the only social media platform i can post truly anything on because on every other platform i have, people i know irl follow me ;-;

therefore y’all are only getting this kind of content on tumblr lmao

so enjoy :))

hc that lance acts all heroic and brave n shit (bc of his ego obviously) but when it comes to serious stuff like this, he’s terrified

lance is probably the most scared of dying out of all of the knights tbh

which is why i killed him off >:)

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Recently started hyperfixating on Nexo Knights so here have some fanart

Clay needs a nap and some fing therapy lmfao

Aaron’s design got modified by me because I thought his extra flares looked badass

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Bitches be like: this is one of my comfort characters

That's me, I'm bitches

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THAT’S NOT THE FIRE SWORD

SIR-

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Just thought I’d bless all of you with this cursed screenshot

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Reblogging onto my main account because I’m deleting my others lol

It’s about time I posted something again, so here you go Tumblr #have some ninjago fanart #ninjago #art #digital art #fanart

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Morro’s death HC || Ninjago Fanfic

Hi I noticed that we never actually find out how Morro dies, only where, so I took matters into my own hands and wrote what happened.

Listen, I know the skeletons were sent by Garmadon years later, but I have a headcanon that skeleton armies were around for much longer. They were probably still hostile towards humans despite serving no master.

Warnings: Death, gore, trauma, etc.

So without any adue, here’s my headcanon:

Morro was prepared for this.

His eyes glowed a soft gray as he analyzed his oncoming attackers. His hands lit up and a strong gust of wind blew the majority back. Any that were left were shoved against the cave walls and knocked to the ground.

But the skeletons just kept coming. Morro was expecting unwelcome company, he liked the thrill of the fight. He wasn’t quite expecting a full battalion of skeleton soldiers, though. But he unsheathed his dagger and charged at his opponents regardless.

Why exactly was Morro in the Caves of Despair? Good question.

There were two reasons.

Ever since the golden weapons didn’t deem him worthy enough to be the green ninja, Morro strived to master each key element on his own in an attempt to “appease” the weapons. He believed if he was able to take on every challenge thrown at him in the natural element of each weapon, he could prove himself to them. He could prove to them that he was worthy.

He also set out to find the tomb of the First Spinjitzu master in another attempt to prove himself years ago and had yet to find it. He’d searched everywhere for it. Everywhere except the Caves of Despair, which is why he was here now.

He’d been training for this. Training for a real fight like this ever since he became a ninja.

Morro struck the first skeleton with his blade, but it only scraped its exposed skull and did little damage. He kicked back the skeleton after realizing that and backhanded one that was creeping up behind him with his fist.

But they still kept coming.

Morro couldn’t take all of them at once. He didn’t want to admit it, so he kept fighting, but he knew he couldn’t.

One skeleton yanked his hair and he yelped in surprise before grabbing it by the wrist and flipping it over his shoulder at the others. Morro conjured up more of his power of the wind and knocked more skeletons back, but before he could fire his second shot, another skeleton grabbed his arm and twisted it into a hold. Morro struggled, but doing so only putting more strain on his arm. He kicked a different skeleton in front of him and struggled more, trying to get away. The strain made him drop his dagger and another skeleton picked it up. Morro glared at his foe, letting out a raspy shout as he tried to reach for it with his free arm.

But as he struggled again, he heard a loud snap and an intense wave of pain coarsed through him. He cried out as he realized the skeleton holding him had broken his arm. Or at least dislocated it.

As his senses became clouded with pain and anger, he hardly even noticed the skeleton with the dagger had plunged the weapon into his stomach. The realization settled in only after the blade was pulled back out, ready to strike again. Morro could feel himself weakening rather quickly and he almost dropped to the ground when the skeleton let go of him to throw a punch. He dodged it just barely and used whatever energy he had left to send another gust of wind at the skeletons. They all flew back that time.

The amount of force Morro used to knock them back, however, also caused the cave to shudder. Morro stumbled back a step and looked up as rocks began falling from the ceiling. Within seconds, the entire cave began collapsing. A few larger rocks crushed the nearest skeletons as Morro started running in the opposite direction – further into the cave. He had no other way to go, the entrance was coming down faster than the inside of the cave.

Morro stumbled as he ran, pain and adrenaline were the only thing he could feel.

The rumble of the cave’s collapse died down and he realized he could stop.

He tripped over himself – being both weak and adrenalized had its downsides – and landed on his broken arm, causing him to yell out and roll onto his back. His gi was stained with dark blood as it pooled under him.

Morro knew he had to get out of here. He looked around for a solution but nothing came. There were no exits, he was completely trapped. The only thing interesting in the cave was a few stalagmites and stalactites that decorated the floor and ceiling. The only way out was the way he came, and that wasn’t an option anymore. He would have tried digging his way out, but that only would have been possible if he was in better condition.

As the realization of how serious his situation was sunk in, Morro tried to sit up and call for help. He doubted anybody could hear him, but he had no other option. He didn’t like asking for help– he’d always learned to fend for himself. But calling out into the nothingness might have been the only thing he could do now.

“Help! Please, is someone out there!? Please I need help!” he screamed. His voice only echoed against the walls that surrounded him. “Please! Someone, anyone!”

Hopelessness grew stronger as Morro faced the inevitable; he was never getting out of here. In fact, he thought he might be dying.

He was numb to the tears that had started rolling down his face as he kept yelling and screaming for someone. He didn’t want to be left here. Why the hell did he come on this stupid mission anyway? It wasn’t even something Wu had told him to do.

“Please!” his cries became weaker. “I don’t wanna die here, please someone help…”

Morro realized he was sobbing now. He cursed himself for being stupid enough to come here. He was upset, lost, in pain and hopeless and he hated it.

“I don’t wanna die… I-I don’t want to go… Please…”

His arm had become numb while his stomach had gotten worse. He tried holding the wound with pressure using his other hand, but it wasn’t enough and he continued to bleed out.

Morro screamed, his voice bouncing off the walls and tearing his throat raw. He screamed in anger, in sadness, in pain… he screamed at himself for being so foolish, at Wu for making him believe, at his fate for leaving him here, and at everything else he could think of. Even if he didn’t think about all of this green ninja bullshit, he was still upset with everything. His entire life flashed before him just then as he cried harder.

He never had it easy. His parents abandoned him for the First Spinjitzu Master knows why, he lived off of scraps he found in the streets. He was looked down upon and ignored by everyone above him. Even other beggars didn’t pay much mind to him – why would they? Morro was nothing but another problem to worry about, a kid, and they already had their own shit to deal with.

And then Wu took him in.

And lied to him.

Made him believe he could be someone so much more than who he ever was.

Morro became bitter and angry. Rightfully so– in his opinion. He’d spent so much time on his obsession to focus on any other part of his life. He was eighteen, and yet still never found his parents, or love, or friendship, or happiness…

Morro wasn’t happy.

Now he never would be.

Now that he was about to die in this cave, lost and forgotten. No one even knew he was here.

The pain began to subside and Morro felt fuzzy. His tears stopped falling and he took his next few breaths very carefully. His vision clouded in darkness as his eyes slowly closed.

And he sighed his last breath.

Morro wasn’t prepared for this.