#< that is a buckshot roulette reference

[murtvets]

i love when the horrors™ punch me and do the damn thing where everything turns sinister. like yeah man thanks. thanks for reminding me i am mortal and so breakable and shoving the existential dread in my face. thanks for putting the image of someone slicing a piece of my skin off on loop in my head while i am trying to go to the store. thanks for making me feel like i am being hunted and for making my movements weird. thanks for that. thanks man. thanks . th

[disconox]

i've been thinking of a fucked up apocalypse au jean who is fucked up and lonely and has no friends because everyone got seperated. had to start with him of course but i might draw the others as well. we'll see

[articskele]

*SHOTGUN BANG*

YOU’RE LISTENING TO

*DEFIB BZZT AS OVERDOSE CASINO STARTS PLAYING*

102.0

*MECHANICAL WHIRRING*

BUCKSHOT FM

*BEER CAN OPENING*

WHERE WE PLAY NOTHING BUT *GENERAL RELEASE*, *TWICE OR IT'S LUCK*, AND *YOU ARE AN ANGEL*

*SAWING FOLLOWED BY METALLIC CLANG*

ARE YOU READY?

*Hardstyle remix of Radioactive by Imagine Dragons starts playing*

[v1ct0rrrrr]

Spot the difference (impossible)

[yummycrummy]

dumps my au's info here and leaves

[spark-circuit]

me at 3:22am watching the Buckshot Roulette ARG recap by Everberon that just released:

[buckshotdealer]

How you feel bout your partners.. uhh... Puppet? That's what he refers to him as...

And why clowns? Why you attracted to clowns

...

It's an interesting thing, I like to watch him 'break' it.

...

he makes me laugh.

[tnmnclown]

Is your game, by chance, the one where the victim has to draw a card with three numbers in it and then roll three dice, and get one point per hit?

Of course!! If you're thinking of the roulette game, that one is run by my partner. I'll admit his does seem more... exciting, butdonttellhimIsaidthat

Ol Bucky wouldn't let me hear the end of it!

[rottenmoonlight]

HIS REACTION HAS ME DYING OF LAUGHTER, I FUCKIN CAN'T, LIKE I KNOW THAT DUDE WOULD SCREAM LIKE A LITTLE GIRL😭😭

You design is so great I'm on my knees, you gave me motivation to draw Dealer fanarts in the first place 😭😭😭

I want to bite your version of him so much just grgrgrgrgrgrgrgrgr/pos

[hellosweetart]

My new wallpaper

This represents the indie horror games I love so far. (Piglet's Big game is not indie but it's still good ❤️)

Below are the references 👇

Ron - Bad Parenting

Piglet - Piglet's Big Game

Curly - Mouthwashing

The Dealer - Buckshot Roulette

The Smiling Man - No, I'm Not A Human

Rat - Rat Shaker

The Entity, Teutates and Yog - That's Not My Neighbor (nightmare mode)

[random-brain]

the dealer from buckshot roulette doing a hellsing reference

[vind3miat0r]

random redacted headcanons time (theres a lot of them)

Darlin' let their friend (the one who got attacked by Quinn) do their makeup when they were both teens (Darlin' was the resident grunge/emo kid, and their friend was the preppy/y2k kid :3)

Obscura has scoliosis

Sweetie has an ostomy bag

Sweetie also has a very large dog named Lacey who can see The Caller

The Caller is a Stealth

Angel and Guy are siblings! :D

Adding onto that, Angel and Guy were both theatre kids, and they always did shows together

Angel doesnt have a filter, so theyre always saying unhinged shit. Baabe says unhinged shit too, but they do have a filter, so when they start yapping it sounds very out of pocket and very out of character (it scares Asher sometimes)

Milo and Sweetheart have had their neighborhood's HOA called on them multiple times for hanging pride flags from their house

Coworker and Kody are related (second cousins)

Obscura enjoys horror games, specifically Poppy Playtime and The Intruder. They also like Buckshot Roulette a lot

Treasure is THEE The Orion Experience fan. mf will not shut up about them (self-projection moment)

Porter likes tea. (before you say anything, hear me out) He specifically likes yaupon green tea and chamomile tea. The british tea jokes do get old, and hes had to restrain himself from strangling Vincent and Alexis multiple times before

The listener from the infamous April Fools audio actually had informed unempowered status🧍

Warden is a qualified professional therapist and teacher for children with special needs, specialised in autism. They also enjoy knitting things for their charges

Starlight has four planaria worms that they keep in a jar on their desk (they ominously refer to them as their sons)

Doc has a kitty. just a lil guy. doesnt know what a politic is, doesnt want to know what a politic is. just wants to be lil. Hush likes him a lot.

Angel has a pet preying mantis that they have somehow kept alive for two years

Coworker and Honey know each other because they frequent the same cafe (said cafe is the one thats owned by Obscura)

Freelancer can will and has bodied Gavin onto the sofa out of spite (early relationship) (they were dehydrated and sleep deprived)

Cutie's father is a professional hair stylist and taught them how to do hair. They also learned (of their own accord) how to take care of and style Black hair

Sweetheart is a Satanist (they gave Milo The Look at his "as above, so below" comment)

Asher regularly walks into a room only to stare at a wall, turn back around, and exit the room (ik that people do this occasionally, but he does it on a daily basis)

Sometimes, Freelancer will experience the worst stinging shoulder blade pain known to man (due to spinal fusion surgery). Gavin always panics when this happens, cuz he'll be in another room and all of a sudden feel a wave of agony go through Freelancer, paired with an anguished "AUGH MY SHOULDER BLADES" (this is based on personal experience btw)

[fyreflakes]

Hi you!

Hello there! I'm a big undertale and all it's au's fangirl so expect to see a TON of that!

I occasionally do fanfic writing as well lol, so if you wanna make a request or something then go ahead, can't promise it'll be any good tho!

Alsoalso I do Ameture Voiceacting plus animation.

My works so far:

And as for animation-

(Ik it's just a sketch but I don't have good fully linearted animatiosn yet :, D)

I write/draw:

Sonic undertale Undertale aus Tmnt tadc Ramshackle Vocaloid Ace attorney What remains of Edith finch Oneshot Madoka magica Omori Slay the princess Buckshot roulette (maybe) SPRUNKI Anndddd I think thats all for now XD

Catch ya'll on the flipside!

(Ps: Go follow my sibling >:D @fyrerainy and my friends: @destinationsorrows and @thegreatjadeyeet plss their all awesome :3)

ALSO ALSO:

I am currently creating an undertale au called Musiciantale, you can support it on Deviantart under Quotevianflaky ORRR on the official discord server! :D we're a bit of a lively group on there lol and you MIIGHTT even get to watch me livestream drawing comic pages :3

So whatcha waiting for? GIT ON OVER :DDDD

We hope you enjoy your stay, on here and anywhere else you may find us ^w^

A little bit about musiciantale:

Musiciantale is an au where it plays out like Undertale, but Instruments are key to certain things, such as showing emotions without words and opening doors that wouldn't budge otherwise. There's also other changes besides the musical aspect of it, mainly involving people's backstories and the Human souls, but You'll need to wait until I release the comic pages on here before you can see :3

THE TWO MAIN CHARACTERS!

(The art is slightly outdated, I'll make better more updatd references as soon as I'm not lazy 💖)

Chara s a british bitch boy with parental issues and a K N O I F E for reasons, He plays the piano and has a lovely singing voice but is often very shy about singing in front of others.

FRISK She's adorable, my friend calls her the little girlboss which is an adorable little nickname, I love Frisk. Frisk is a rich kid who fell down into the underground on her 13th birthday. She's like Chris from Sonic x, but hopefully people will find her less annoying

(Hot take but I actually found chris to be not that bad XP Yes he's useless at times but he was okay. Not perfect, not horrible, just Okay.)

[qwampopped]

Buckshot Roulette || fanfic(?) || OC x reader.(GN) (barely.)

|| In which, you go to an underground club your (sketchy)friend tells you about and leads you to, and end up in a modified, reality-warping game of Russian roulette against three other people. Difference is, it's a shotgun, and something ain't right. ||

── .✦ TW ; mentions of blood, guns, smoking(just a bit) !! LET ME KNOW IF THERE ARE MORE !!

𖦏 reader is referred to using you/your, I used dude and man but it was not meant in the pronoun way, if I suck or you see any mistakes; DO NOT HESITATE TO YELL AT ME FOR IT, I need bullying to improve or not, who knows.

𖦏I DID NOT PLAY THE ACTUAL BUCKSHOT GAME!! I got my entire info thru smii7y's videos and the Roblox games (I'm poor, don't sue me.)

𖦏this is OC x reader if you couldn't tell, might make multiple parts if it gets long, I changed a few things to make it go smoother and I don't overthink it.

𖦏slowest burns of slow fucking burns. I mean, there's barely any progress made between you and the OC. This is more of a prologue god.

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The world spins. Your head hurts like a bitch with a pounding feeling and a slight ringing in your ears. Someone shoves at your right shoulder as you lift your head up and through your blurry vision, you see a worn green table and blink a few times before you can see clearly again. There's blood on your hands and you could swear you feel blood drip down your face but when you wiped at your forehead; there was nothing. That's when you look up properly and observe your surroundings.

Sat around a tennis table, you assume, three other people are sitting around you. A guy in front of you who's dressed in casual black clothes, a fancily dressed lady to your right, and a slightly older woman to your left. There are objects spread out between the four of you in boxes of eight; four on the right and left. One flickering light above you, just enough to light up the table and most of the people. A shotgun rests in the center, the butt pointed toward the older lady on your left.

Everyone looks grim, disgusted(or maybe disturbed) as they either look at you or strictly away from you. The woman to your right looks away from you, glancing once at you before cringing and shrinking in on herself, crinkling her fancy blouse with flowers on the collar. What. The. Fuck? You glance around hazily before everything comes back to you in an overwhelming rush that feels like you're being throttled by the neck.

"Trust me, dude, the place is lit as fuck." Dia says, leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway he had been smoking in a moment earlier, the cigarette butt discarded beneath Dia's boot. Your expression must be disbelieving because he shoots you a look that says 'Trust me'. You do not. Not in a million years. You weren't even sure how or why the hell you met this jerk or why you even bothered to listen to him.

Dia was going on about some club uptown that apparently was infamous as Dia had described it a few days earlier, he had been pushing you to go with him just once so "you could experience the vibe the club had." You had been persistent on NOT going but so had Dia on the exact opposite side. Sick of his mouth starting to open to talk again about how amazing the club was, you finally relented because how bad could a few hours at this club be? After all, it was a club uptown so it had to be at least fancy. Man, that was the worst decision you could've made in your entire life.

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You had lost Dia a few minutes into the club, and walked towards the door you thought was the exit because the club itself was nice, just...weird and stuffy for you. The door led downstairs though and curiosity convinced you to walk down. A man scared the shit out of you at the bottom of the stairs and wordlessly guided you deeper into the room, that's when you saw the other three people walk out from the shadows, a lady looking wary while the other two only looked grim.

That's how you ended up in a game of Buckshot Roulette as the 'dealer' had called it, Russian roulette but with a shotgun and you get...supplies? Fuck, this was stupid but you'd rather sit down and play by the rules than deal with the six people in the shadows of the room you assumed were the designated guards. It had been Camilla's turn-- the woman on your right, you had learned early into the game was Camilla. You only found out because you had thought out loud, reading the name that showed who and how many chances, you guessed, they had. Or was it how many turns you get before you're out? What a bitch, she had a look on her face as one of the men whispered in her ear after she flicked open a phone, and then she looked at you, pointed the gun, and fucking fired.

This is a whole new level of stupidity. Even for you. Russian roulette but modified in the basement of a club you did no check on? How many brain cells have you fucking lost from hanging around Dia? Where even was Dia? You didn't have time to process anything as Camilla nudged you under the table, not looking at you but side-eyeing the bottle of pills next to you. The feeling of getting shot in the head and not dying still stuck to you and so did the distrust of Camilla. You glance around again before deciding to just take the pills like a shot, it's dry as you force it down your throat and you hear a ding! and the lighting bolt on the small, rectangular screen in front of you lit up one more, making it a total of up to five like everyone's else screen.

Apparently, it's your turn, you take the magnifying glass with a shaky hand, and someone--something-- whispers in your ear. "Blank." Creepy, you feel chills run down your body. You remember those are the ones that don't kill; you fire at yourself with a flinch. Still your turn. You have one more magnifying glass and you use it, "Live." You look at the older woman on your left, she's scowling at the man who sits in front of you and he is staring straight down at the table. You take the saw and cut through the barrel way too easily and fire it at the woman to your left with the shut of your eyes.

You open your eyes soon enough to catch the blood splatter on the wall that drips down before you turn your gaze away to the table. Out of your peripheral vision, the woman's head drops to the table with a loud thunk before she gets back up a few seconds later-- that's what must've happened to you as well. Your hands are still shaking as you force a swallow down so you don't choke on your own spit. Your eyes barely catch the ones of the man sitting opposite of you, they're dark brown and if it wasn't for the light hanging above you four, you wouldn't even have seen him looking at you after you shot that woman. Her blood soaking over the wall and spilling into a pool onto the table remains in your mind, buts of brain matter mixed in as the smell of copper attacks your senses, and you nearly throw up in your mouth.

The woman raises her head, blood spilling down from the bullet wound as you watch in horrified fascination as the entrance of the bullet closes like spider webs stitching the hole closed. You had no idea where the blood went but the smell and imagery were still vivid in your mind, how the red looked in contrast to the worn-down green. She has no pills to take, but instead chugs down a beer and safely ejects another live bullet before handing it to the man. A few more rounds are played, shots are fired, and bullets are ejected until it's just you and the man left at the table.

You're not sure how you've managed to survive to now, Camilla's body had been pulled away from the table as her screen went dark. The older lady had the same thing happen to her after she took a chance and shot herself with a live bullet. You have one life left, the man has three. It's his turn. You look at his screen and it says Nomen. You watch him flip open the phone and a man whispers in his ear, he looks at you and you know he looks at your name.

"Sorry 'bout this. Just know that it ain't personal." He says with a grim but determined expression before firing at you. The last thing you feel is your head hitting the table before everything goes quiet.

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You wake up. In your bed. You have a horrible headache and the light coming in through the windows isn't helping it either. You roll over in your bed, facing the door as you reach onto your bedside table and feel around for your phone as you try to recall what happened last night. All that comes to your mind is a man named Nomen, the club, Dia, and the last round of Buckshot Roulette.

[becauseplot]

had a lot of fun watching cellbit play buckshot roulette last night and got a rare urge to draw! :D

no promises i’ll keep this up but i slept on it and still like it, so onto the tumblr it goes i guess. man that high score really was something huh. anyway link to a piece of lovely spiderbit fanart i used as reference for the hair bc we cite our sources in this house (and i can’t draw hair.) don’t ask me why the second picture is more yellow my lamp is just weird like that.

medium: mechanical pencil for class notes, regular pencil i found under the couch, and shitty eraser that doesn’t erase on two (2) pieces of lined filler paper taped together.

[x3no9]

A little animation I made using a ref/backdrop from the amazing little indy game "Buckshot Roulette". Makarov is the dealer in this. Please don't sue, I don't make anything off of this. Also- Makarov is actually hand-drawn directly from a reference. Non-violent version.