#[out of the office]

[cardiomyopathies]

Update: sorry for the pause, my whole queue deleted itself. I had roughly 50+ posts queued and they're all gone. I'm sorry for the brief hiatus but things will be posting again shortly!

[max-the-lagomorph]

man if you don't stop maintagging those outta character corny nsfw asks like you're a tumblr tag terrorist were beating you with hammers

)My blog is rated R

2.) Sam and Max is full of Suggestive if not lewd humor, even the cartoon for kids put dirty jokes. its not like what i do is new. I just do it without meddling from FCC censors.

3.) Dont be a prude

4.) Every tag i can think of to tag these seems to get the post blacklisted from search for the people that actually want it just to appease the people that could just block me if they do not like it.

[askthisfoxy]

10th Anniversary!

It's FNAF's big 10th year of literally existing and that's kind of insane. this blog turns 10 in a couple of weeks, so I thought why not reopen asks for a while? I may even do some threads!

This blog, with little understatement, is the most important thing for me to look back on with regards to my creative endeavors. I don't think I'd be the same writer or artist if I hadn't jumped on the bandwagon all those years ago!

If you've ever wanted to ask any of the characters a question, well, now would be the time!

[renee-writer]

Out of the Office

A/N Written for the above prompt and the February prompts: blink and lovesick

“Where is Tonya?” The manager asks. Small smiles greet this question. She is new and doesn’t know. “Am I missing something?”

“Yeah, Tonya always takes off when Representative Kelly is in town. She stands outside his office, waiting on his arrival. The girl be lovesick.”

“That’s true. I have seen here stand and stare, hardly blinking.” Another lady offers.

“She stands outside his office, just stands there?” the manager asks. “What does she expect to happen?”

The look at each other. “Well, she waits for him to enter then she walks in. She has a long list to discuss with him.”

“All barely blinking.”

“And what does our good representative do?” She is tickled with the whole tale.

“He takes her requests seriously. I don’t think he knows what a lovesick lady she is. He is married, you know?”

“I suppose she isn’t doing any harm. Anyway, let’s get started…”

[paintedcrows]

*through tears* HER LITTLE POG CHAMP

[roppiepop]

Typical role dustribution

[wasyago]

quiet hours

closeups under the cut :]

i really like these

[hella-marshmella]

“My vote doesn’t matter (so I’m gonna sit it out/vote third party/put a write-in protest vote)!”

Unfriendly reminder that Al Gore only lost Florida (and subsequently the entire 2000 election) by only 537 votes. Your vote absolutely fucking matters.

If y’all really, truly don’t want Trump/Republicans back in control than you better get out and vote down the ballot, especially if you live in an even remotely purple/swing state.

The MAGA voters will absolutely get out and vote, don’t let them out-do you.

[pseudospectre]

So it turns out you can just buy old x-rays off ebay

[dirigibleplumbing]

if you love Christmas but also want to be kind and inclusive toward people who don't, or simply don't celebrate, here's my #1 tip.

stop lying about Christmas.

if the only "holiday" your holiday party includes is Christmas, call it a Christmas party.

if your "holiday" fandom event only uses Santa and Christmas graphics and is centered around the date of Christmas, call it a Christmas event (that is, presumably, open to non Christmas-celebrating fans).

if your "holiday" fic recs only contain Christmas fic, call it a Christmas rec list.

[knifeforkspooncup]

The comedic potential of Aziraphale loving Christmas in theory but hating it in reality, which gives him catholic guilt/bad angel feelings, so he triples down on Christmas spirit to compensate. He's decking the halls like no tomorrow, he's partidging that pear tree, ohhh he's jingling those bells alright and cooing over the love in the air and isn't it wonderful Crowley, the spirit of christmas my dear, i may have done a little miracle and made it snow in Tadfield, Crowley. Meanwhile he's holed himself up in the bookshop like its under seige from guerilla christmas shoppers, he can't seem to get a single cup of cocoa that doesn't have peppermint in it, 4 children this week have poked him in the belly and asked him if he's santa clause, and to top it all off Mr. Brown has asked him to play the role of Gabriel in the Whickber street Nativity Play.

Crowley's in the corner watching the angel's eye get progressively twitchier and using up his entire demonic miracle quota to make sure Aziraphale's cup never empties of blindingly acoholic eggnog.

[cj-the-random-artist]

I let them get friendship married so Narinder can get his tax benefits lol

But legitimately. I mulled this one over repeatedly for literal months. Like. Do I want them to get married in front of the cult? Should they even get married? It would be hilarious if the Goat married them and then cried at the altar the whole time, but also... that doesn't feel right, so maybe I won't do that. And then once I decided it should be a personal friendship-marriage ritual where it's just the pair of them making vows to each other, I wrote four different scripts and hated them all and ended up just pulling this one out of thin air pretty much on the spot and that was that. At one point, I wanted Lambert to basically suggest this idea and then have them get friend-married on the spot, but that didn't feel right (and it was also gonna be unreasonably long) so that's why there's no context going into this one. And the actual friend-marriage ritual is... maybe not the best designed one ever? I wanted it to in some ways be similar to like, the way I imagine a romantic marriage happening in the cult- the parties exchange vows and do rings and stuff...? (If it's not obvious, I haven't been to many weddings...) But I figured they wouldn't want an audience, or to party with the whole cult afterwards, or anything like that. I also had them kiss each other's rings as opposed to like... faces... because one of the fights I had with myself in deciding how I would want this to go was whether it would make sense for them to kiss or not. And I ultimately decided that in this AU at least they just wouldn't want to. They're also wearing the rings on their not ring fingers cuz. Honestly it just felt right that way. Based on vibes. But basically I just wanted them to exchange a vow of eternal partnership in a very casual, chill setting, because I don't picture QPR AU Narilamb doing... anything other than that.

Also this is the rest of Lambert's office, which I actually had a pretty clear vision for after my last doodle but I didn't really bother to draw before starting this comic. Maybe I should've but eh it looks good enough. Interior backgrounds are hard......

Anyways. I think I'm happy with this one? I was enamored by the concept of a chill friendship marriage, so I definitely leaned into it here. As per usual, it's not perfect, I think I could've done a lot of stuff better / differently, but honestly?? If I were to ever get friend-married I would want it to go about like this, it makes my little aroace heart happy, and I spent too long on it to not show it to anybody. Thus. Enjoy, and also happy new year cuz I totally forgot to make a post individually about that...

[max-the-lagomorph]

Listen

//I know i repost stuff about Sam's butt a lot but you gotta ask yourself. Would I be a Good max roleplayer if i wasn't hoplessly obsessed with Sam's ass?

[askthisfoxy]

"Happy movie hourss, hope you dressed up!" --Nighshiftsecurity AKA Nina Stinger <3

<3 I'm gonna go see it tonight wehehehe

~Mun

[carebeardean]

Charles whose dad smashed his cassette tape with a hammer learns to navigate the backpack cause, like, he needs to be useful, yeah?

and this way Charles has everything Edwin needs, and if Edwin gets sick of him he’ll just.. he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

but then Edwin gets the record player.

he suggests, tentatively, that Charles might play some of his “queen” if he liked. after all, if they are to haunt potential realtors away from their new office, they may as well entertain themselves.

so they take turns, switching out; edwin likes opera. he shows Charles how to waltz, chiding Charles to stop looking at his feet til they’re gliding, whirling around like they’re in the movies. Edwin’s smile is small and pleased and lovely. (Charles attempt to get Edwin to headbang along to queen results in a sort of awkward rhythmic nodding. Charles loves him so much he could die again.)

And, like. Edwin doesn’t like clutter. he doesn’t bother with the random tidbits ghosts give them for solving cases.

until now, apparently.

now he comes back from trading at the goblin market with little useless things—a cursed rubix cube, records from bands Charles mentioned years ago.

Charles is so busy trying to subtly read his book on Edwardian courting rituals (disguised by Nikos discreet manga covers) that he doesn’t realize what Edwin’s set down in front of him. he stares at Edwin’s spiky handwriting, the tidy numbered list.

“I thought, perhaps, that we might—start a new tradition.”

Charles blinks, eyes stinging. “Mate, did you.. make me a mixtape?”

“Crystal assisted me, and while she was absolutely insuffer—“ Edwin staggers, catching him with a surprised little noise.

“I love you so much,” Charles says, muffled into his throat. “You’re my favorite person. I love you so much it hurts, sometimes.”

“Yes,” Edwin says softly, hands curling around his waist. He takes Charles weight like it’s nothing. “I believe I know the feeling.”

this is a longer fic on ao3 now!

[endless-nightshift]

Showing my mother (an IT specialist) the Magnus protocol and watching the look of horror form on her face when she hears "Windows NT 4.0" and "bedrock that the whole system is based on, and it’s been at least fifteen years since anyone actually knew how it worked."

Laughing my ass off and saying "that's not even the horror part of the podcast"

Only to be met with "yes it is"