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maverick-creator · 9 hours ago
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POV: Scopper Gaban before and after conceiving Colon/Collin
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“Ice Cave” by Georgia O’Keeffe and a photograph of an ice cave.
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therealcallmekd · 3 days ago
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whatttever.. go my shitpost art
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From Issue 1191 of c&c
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Horse.
Plus Many More Sketches Under Cut:
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cassieoh · 2 days ago
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Happy Valentines from Aziraphale's grandmacore clutterbitch bedrooom, where these two have been non-stop cuddling for ~3 weeks
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buckleyflower · 3 days ago
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this is the single hottest thing eddie diaz has ever done in my opinion
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catbugtheverysmol · 5 hours ago
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A quick correction: There is no "wrong hand" in ASL (and I'm going to assume any signed language)! If you're left-handed, your dominant signing hand will be your left hand. If you're right-handed, your dominant signing hand will be your right hand. Neither is incorrect!
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lilacical · 2 days ago
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Happy birthday Allura and happy Valentine’s Day!! 💘💘💘
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overtake · 2 days ago
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(belated) maxiel valentines snoopys for @blamemma
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inkyrainstorms · 1 day ago
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Martian Stan AU - Aftermath & Discovery
The Beginning (1), Aftermath (2) (here), next
Extra! (The Apology)
Ford didn’t know how long it took for him to pry himself off the floor, but it felt like hours later when he managed to trudge his way upstairs, eyes burning and throat raw. There was new blood on his knuckles, and Ford couldn’t remember if it was Stan’s or his own. He’d tried to scrub the blood off of the portal, but most of it had been too high and Ford was so tired.
He couldn’t fall asleep in the basement, he chanted to himself, again and again and again and it only occurred to him once he stood swaying at the top the of the stairs, that is didn’t actually… matter, anymore.
It didn’t matter what Bill did, or didn’t do.
The portal was broken beyond repair. His brother was dead.
The journal is gone. his mind whispered insidiously, and he couldn’t remember if he’d always been so cruel to himself, or if it was a byproduct of Bill. You got what you wanted, Sixer. How does it feel?
Ford hobbled to the bathroom as fast as he could manage, and hurled his guts out into the toilet. When all that came up was acrid bile, though, and Ford wondered idly when we he last ate. It didn’t matter.
None of it mattered, Ford decided firmly, hands clenched on either side of the porcelain bowl so hard that they looked bloodless in the harsh white light. It didn’t matter what he felt, or didn’t feel.
Not anymore.
The journal was gone. That was a good thing, it meant that the portal could never be rebuilt again. Stanley made an honorable… he. He’d made an honorable sacrifi—
Ford hunched over the toilet and heaved again. Nothing came out.
Impossibly, time kept moving.
Ford was left drifting in the current, from room to room, machine to first aid kit to paper to specimen to paper to circling the door of his lab again and again like an anxious sentry. He didn’t process any of it, and eventually, the door was the only thing left in the house that felt truly real. It was the only mystery left that Ford could pay any real mind to, and most of the time he wanted nothing more than burn the whole thing to the ground.
Sitting against the door, head leaned back and staring at the ceiling, Ford searched his mind for something. Anything.
A plan, a goal, fuck, he’d take the will to actually get out of the house and get groceries despite the constant chance of being watched at this rate. There was near nothing left to eat in the cabinets that wasn’t rank with age, and Ford knew he was wasting away like this.
But there was nothing. No part of him cared.
He knew he’d always had the wildest aspirations as a kid and as a young man, that he’d never stop reaching for bigger and better heights, but the light had blinded him with its promise, and now he’d fallen. He’d fallen so far.
He’d said Icarus didn’t flap hard enough, when Fiddleford tried to warn him of his own hubris all those weeks ago. Now he was just glad he wasn’t an English major, because it had taken him all of this just to realize that Icarus had found the sun, been embraced by the promise of warmth, and burned for it.
Trust no one.
Ford traced an idle finger against the freshly bandaged burn on the underside of his hand.
And no one should ever trust you.
The worst part, Ford thought to himself as he brewed another pot of coffee and searched for a clean mug, was the uncertainty of it all. There was a grief in loss, of course, but not knowing could be so much worse.
Stanley could still be alive out there, among the creatures of the Nightmare Realm, all alone. He could be dying. He could be dead. He could be sitting on the other side, waiting, hoping Ford could open the portal and bring him home—
Ford slammed down the sole clean  coffee cup he had left hard enough to startle himself, and then sighed.
He’d have to go clean up the remains of the portal, eventually. Before he fell asleep and Bill…
Ford poured out the coffee and leaned heavily against the counter as he took a sharp swig. It burned the whole way down. 
What did he have left that Bill wanted? What reason did Bill have to keep him around if his research was beyond saving, if he couldn’t be threatened or tortured into complying anymore?
The next time he fell asleep…
Ford didn’t know what’d happen to him, and despite everything, damnit, Ford didn’t want to die. He couldn’t let Bill win, couldn’t become another footnote in the history of the world because he was just another one of the poor schmucks who fell for Bill Cipher’s lies.
Taking another gulp of liquid courage, Ford pulled his coat tight around himself and marched to the door of his lab before he could talk himself out of it.
Forget not sleeping in the lab. Ford couldn’t sleep at all until he found a way to sever Bill from his mind for good. Project Mentem had been a bust last he’d checked, but it was worth another shot. What else hadn’t he tried? There was something… a protection spell? A charm?
Ford contemplated his options all the way down the stairs, one hand keeping him steady on the wall while the other held his mug. 
He still wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted yet, or what his next step was, but Ford could do this. He just had to secure his mind, like he’d planned, and then get rid of the blasted portal once and for all. Nothing had changed.
Nothing had changed. Nothing had changed. Nothing, nothing, except that Ford felt hollow where there must’ve once been something warm and vital in his chest. He didn’t know if he’d ever feel warm again. He didn’t deserve to.
Ford remembered a detail about sleep deprivation, as the elevator neared the basement level again and his heart dropped in time with the doors hissing open. Hallucinations were a common byproduct of the resulting sensory overload and exhaustion. They could take auditory or visual form, though visual hallucinations were a more common symptom by over 52%.
That was the only explanation he could conjure for the faint singing that echoed through the dark, cavernous sub-level before him. 
“It’s not real,” Ford whispered to himself, hands a vice around the coffee mug. He felt cold. “Auditory hallucinations are an expected and well documented symptom to experience in conditions less dire than these. Focus on your intellect, Stanford. Focus, focus, it is not real.”
For a long stretch of time, seconds, or perhaps minutes, Fords feet were glued to the floor of the elevator. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he said or did, the singing, or the static, remained steady and quiet. 
It wouldn’t go away unless Ford made it. 
Finally, Ford forced himself to creep into the basement, and then the control room to set his mug down on the desk. The music was louder now, more distinct here than it had been before. Had Ford left a radio on down here? Was that it?
Holding his breath, Ford crept around the trashed room, checking behind spare sheets of metal that had been propped up against the walls, kneeling to look under the control panels, and then behind them too. All the while, the music droned on, buzzing and humming and settling under his skin like an itch. 
-any- wind blows—
It got louder as he neared the very back of the room, the words filtering through the humming static and becoming clear. Ford couldn’t deny it anymore. That was a voice. He shivered hard, jolting like ice had been pressed to the back of his neck, and hurried forward. 
-really matter to me… To me. 
There was a pile of debris, in the back of the control room, farthest from the door where he’d entered. Stanley must’ve crashed into it, when Ford and him had been… when he’d…
-just killed a man —a gun against his head…
Ford slowed his pace, staring down at the dented metal plates and machinery that had fallen loose in a heap on the floor, the stray wires and screws jutting out of the mess every which way. Slowly, Ford sank to his knees and pressed his aching palms onto the cool floor beneath him.
He could hear the singing now. Warbling, staticky. Familiar.
-Life had just begun, and now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.
Ford choked on his next inhale, thin and trembly as it was, and searched through the wreckage with wide eyes. 
There. Nestled between a dented panel with half its screws undone, and a jumble of wires and smaller panels of sheet metal, was the source of the sound. 
For a long, long moment, all Ford did was stare.
Oh mama… oh ohh oh. Didn’t mean to make you cry.
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow…
Ford’s hands trembled as he reached out, carefully prying the radio out of the scrap heap and holding it up in the dim light.
Carry on, carry on…
As if nothing really matters…
The voice faded out. Static.
Ford set the radio down on his lap, gently, as it would shatter into a million pieces otherwise, and pressed a trembling hand to his mouth.
“Stanley?” Ford choked out, and it was like trying to breathe glass. But he had to know, he had to, because— because…
He sat there, dully staring down at the radio Fiddleford had cobbled together months ago, when they’d still been in the implementations stage of the data and blueprints they’d collected, when the preliminary tests had begun. A device to send and collect waves and other information from beyond this dimension without actually opening a rift.
And here it was. In Fords hands, dented and scratched and still whole despite everything. Ford had turned his sights completely to the portal before the it’s completion, since Bill had deemed the entire endeavor a waste of time and energy and an ineffective outlet for his genius.
Fiddleford must’ve completed it, back when he was still just as enthralled in the project as Ford was. He missed his old friend, but Fiddleford was likely back home by now, in California to try and reconnect with his wife and child. As bitter as Ford was, he hoped Fiddleford was successful. His old friend deserved as much and more. 
There was no reply to Ford’s question, except, Ford brought the radio to his ear and strained to listen through the faint static. Was that… humming? 
Doo- doo doo, yeah, no poindexter, I‘m done, man. That’s the last song of the evening, I’m not paid for overtime. 
Moses, wish I were getting paid for this.
Ford jumped, wincing at the sudden burst of noise loud enough to make his ears ring, then processed what Stanley, because that had to be Stanley, had said.
“Stanley! Where are you? Are you in the Nightmare Realm? You must be… what sort of method did you find to transmit your signal? Are you al—“
But Stanley continued speaking as though he hadn’t heard him. A thrill of irritation  went through him. Was Stanley ignoring him? Was this some kind of petty revenge tactic?
When’d that song come out anyway? ‘75? 
He hummed.
Sounds about right.
Ford shook the radio and bit back a growl, before he remembered that the technology in his hands was damaged and sorely in need of a repair and upgrade, and loosened his grip again. He set it down in his lap.
“Stanley, I need you to take this seriously, please, for once.”
Wow, that song was everywhere back then, wasn’t it? I remember thinkin’ Ford probably liked it when it came out, wherever he was. The nerd was probably in college.
“Stanley?” he tried again, but he wasn’t expecting a reply anymore. Stanley soldiered on, rambling about everything and nothing and Ford could almost hear the smile in his voice if it didn’t sound so tired. 
Hell, where’d I first hear it? Must’ve been over at a gas station in… eh, Kansas? Somewhere over there, the big ol’ middle states. 
We sure aren’t in Kansas anymore.
Ahh, those were the times. Me, the open sky, and so, so much dirt in my hair. Seriously, where did the dirt come from. I roll around in one haystack and suddenly i’m fishing filth out of my hair a month later.
Stanley went quiet again, before he laughed. 
Aw man, I actually like this story. Buckle in folks, and I’m taking us back to that weirdly cold summer day in Kansas, where I had to steal 5 prized chickens. For some reason.
Look man, when someone pays you a hundred bucks and tells you he wants chickens, you don’t ask questions. 
Anyways, I’d been-“
For the past few… well, it had to have been days since Stanley fell through the portal by this point, if Fords state was anything to go off of, Ford’s mind had been eerily blank. He’d been a hollowed out shell of his former self, a ghost in his home and life that held onto the living plane by only the barest threads and pure spite.
It was like a switch had flipped. Ford’s fingers drummed on the outside of the radio as he forced himself to his feet, mind whirling at a hundred miles per hour and making calculations and theories and discarding some and contemplating others, and he was nearly jittering as he walked out of the control room entirely. He’d need to find a way to secure this side of the portal from Bills influence, recollect his journals, and then, he was bringing his brother home.
He stopped just before he got into the elevator and turned around to stare down the wrecked portal that loomed overhead. The once perfect inverted triangle, now ruined and warped nearly beyond recognition.
He grinned in a way that was more just like baring his teeth.
“You may be a god, Cipher, and you may think you can control me, but never forget. I am a scientist.”
The portal stood dead as it had been, but Ford didn’t care. He whirled around and stalked into the elevator. He felt more awake than he had in days. And he had research to collect and a demon to banish.
Stanley was still talking, as the elevator began to shudder and rise, and Ford’s adrenaline shot began to ever-so-slightly wane. Something about… attack pigeons?
-And when I finally think I’m in the clear, I duck around one of the hay bales and come face to face with, and I’m not kidding here, a cow wearing heavy duty armor, like a helmet and shit the guy in ‘Nam would wear. It even had holes for the ears!
There was a strange sound then, and Ford realized with a start that it was coming from him. He was laughing. It wasn’t even than funny, really, but something about Stan delivery made Ford wheeze. 
When was the last time he’d laughed? It must’ve been before this whole thing started, when he’d been with Fiddleford or B—
The laughter died in his throat. Oblivious to Fords inner turmoil, Stan kept on jabbering.
And there I was, 5 chickens smuggled into my coat and in my bag —and if you’ve never tried to carry 5 chickens, never do, it’s hard as hell and not worth it at all— staring down ol’ Bessie. 
And then, because this fucking farm couldn’t get any weirder, the cow started moo-ing like it was setting off a tornado siren, and all the other cows in the whole place started mooing in sync too. It was fucking terrifying man.
They must’ve been calling the attack pigeons, because those suckers came back, and they started dive-bombing my sorry ass, and really, that was when I reached my limit.
I dove into the hay bale like a damn football player going for the end line, and even though it was by far the itchiest thing to ever happen to me, it saved me from death-by pecking so I’ll take take it. 
The itchiest, of course, save for my stint in Albuquerque.
Ford could almost imagine Stan shaking his head as he paused again. With a start, he realized he was still smiling.
Just. Don’t try selling pillows in Albuquerque is all I’ll say.
Stan gave an audible shudder. 
So many feathers… And itch powder. The itch powder didn’t help. 
Ford couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out of him at that.
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fintogill · 1 day ago
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a bunch of doodles which includes shadowrot and snowangel
Cus i like them
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but seriously let's talk about how in the world snowangel is a rearpair?!? Like come on guys just remember the fact that Skizz responded to Scott's "I love you" in Secret Life without a second thought?? and the fact that Scott didn't want to kill Skizz because "it's like kicking a puppy and it makes him feel bad"?? OR ABSOLUTELY ALL OF THEIR INTERACTIONS IN LIMITED LIFE?? AFFIRMATION STATION? ? they did all this and fandom can't even come up with a main tag for them?? Weak.
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perryelornitorrinco · 1 day ago
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Official doodle request! Birthday cake boy! I wanna see your version, make him sad or happy, like a collab!!
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BIRTHDAY BOY!!!!! Also, is there a day for Legend's birthday?!
There you go, a sad Legend celebrating his birthday >:D! He definitely loved all his family around and of course won't show it, but we love him like that. Look at Rulie how happy he is for his friend!
I couldn't decide if I wanted him sad or happy so have both >:P, tho seeing him happy as a kid is 202918402 times sadder ngl...
Loved the collab thingie YES!!!!! Looking forward to do more!!💗💗 (Also the collab is for this fic, so go read it if you haven't, you'll like it, it's a fluff fic >:·3)
HOPE YOU LIKED IT MY FRIEND, thanks a lot for the ask!!!!!!
🥹🥹💖💖💖💖🥹🥹
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waterizsilly · 1 day ago
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Haven't drawn this dumb duo in a long time
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iolaussharpe-24 · 7 hours ago
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I got Fix-It Felix to try and kill me, and then somebody I don't know to protect me... (I don't know what Homestuck is)... so I cheated and spun a third time and got Buzz Lightyear.....
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So like... is Felix coming out of the video game to get me? How big would he be in that case? Life size? The same size as he would be on screen? And even then, he can't break anything. Any attempt at hitting me with his hammer is just gonna heal me. Which, to be perfectly honest, I could use it. Or is he gonna try and set up a some kind of Saw trap?
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And for Buzz to protect me... is he life size? Or twelve inches tall? Is his laser just a blinky light or does it now suddenly work? Is this Toy Story Buzz or Lightyear Buzz? That wasn't entirely clear to me.
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Is this gonna be like a cross between that one Gravity Falls episode and Small Soldiers? Cause... I'm pretty sure Buzz could just step on Felix. Heck, I'm pretty sure I could do that.
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Spin the wheel. That's who's trying to kill you.
Spin the wheel again. That's who's trying to protect you.
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arttsuka · 2 days ago
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Every psychopath and murderer (and also possibly cannibal) needs a pathetic babygirl man in their lives. Someone who they can manipulate and try to corrupt and almost kill but won't because they're the main character.
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official-penis-posts · 3 days ago
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What happened to the old Penis who used to be like they don’t have a penis
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pinestripe37 · 1 day ago
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Awww this is such a beautiful thought yes! 🥺:')
So very grateful for God's Eternal Love and every reminder He blesses me with! 😭
(I also love you so so much too friend <3 I'm so thankful for you and our friendship is a blessing and another beautiful reminder from the Lord <333)
Spin this wheel and tell me if you got something you need/want.
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