#I may be cringe but I am free!!!!!!!!!!!

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

Jumping on the mlp infected bandwagon with my own lil au!! I decided to go a different route than most. The infection slowly turns the pony into solid crystal, staring from the inside out

(Also this takes place sometime in s3, before twilight became an alicorn. So there are a few differences to characters or dynamics!)

Rarity isn’t doing so well after losing her sister. But she puts all her energy into taking care of others and ensuring no one else gets infected. She completely abandoned her love for gems and jewels, to the point of covering up her cutie mark. It’s all just a harsh reminder of what’s going on

Pinkie seems to be doing much better than anyone else. She continues to try and put a smile on everypony’s face. She hasn’t heard anything from her family, but it’s too risky to go and search for them. Especially since she’s taking care of the Cake twins now. She believes everything’s going to be fixed soon. They have to be.

Twilight was patient 0 in Ponyville, unknowingly bringing the infection back from the Crystal Empire when she visited to check on her brother. She didn’t think it was anything out of the ordinarily, anything that required research or warning. She only realized when it was too late. Now, she just wanders around her quiet town, searching for her friends. She was lonely, and she didn’t like being lonely anymore. Plus, her friends loved crystals, right?

[28ms28]

stumbled on the part 12 of my f1 text post series all by yourself handsome?

[boyyardee]

i made a shadowpiss fankid

[p1ctur3]

Diabolical plot twist idea: Ava 11 is entirely based on victim’s and agent's memories. That means we only get to see an idealized version Mitsi. We only got to see her story through the lens of Victim’s and agent’s memories. We might see victim using her death to justify all the wrong he had done.

As victim slowly goes insane after her death, grieving over her until her image is warped beyond recognition; his thought process slowly changing:

"I will kill TCO because he killed Mitsi" -> "I need to kill TCO because it is the only way I can avenge mitsi" -> "TCO must suffer, Mitsi would want this"

Victim will use her passing as a justification for his every action, twist the memory of her for his own benefit.

Victim thinks he is doing her legacy justice by seeking vengeance yet little does he know he is the one who is disgracing it by reducing her into just someone who unconditionally supports him, twisting the narrative into Mitsi is just the enabler of Victim’s violence

The only memories of her that we see of her are those where she never show any flaws, never disagrees with victim, only those where she supports himor work with him. 

The only reason why Mitsi is portrayed as the perfect person is because that is who victim remembers, he is the closest to Mitsi which also makes him the most unreliable narrator.

I was chatting about this with ornziy and they pointed out that this could be the reason why the rocket corp employees left, can you really stand the co-ceo tarnishing the ceo’s actual personality, reducing them into nothing but a tragic figure? For the CEO to be only remembered for tragedy that happened to her instead of the life she worked so hard to lead.

The thing I'm trying to get at is that we will never really know who the true mitsi is, all we have are rose tinted memories of her and the actual character is unable to confirm her current characterisation. Mitsi haunts the narrative not because she wants to but because victim would not let her go

[pinkravat-art]

Im normal about them i think

[kaison07]

A Quick Guide to Recognize Which Saitama I´m Drawing. Fem! or Masc! I have some old drawing I never posted, scribbles and sketches. I have some headcannons and half assed story for Fem! Sai that didn´t match the (rather small pool) of other´s art of her. Like, at first, she´s bald but due to an unrelated issue to his broken limiter of power,,, Out of universe is for making her look like her other version, but in universe due to her autoimmune disease. Also, they would have bought the same hoodie. Because its cheap and kinda silly. Doesn´t matter if it´s a bit bigger or in the man´s section of clothes. And the skirt is just a find she made, a good deal and a known sturdy material. I would like to believe in universe the blue color isn´t used anymore in school uniforms for like a decade, so it wouldn´t look weird. Not that she cares too much about it. Also, living as a girl made her perceptive of a bit more social clues and expected ways to act. Not by a lot, and she mostly wouldn´t use it, but you know, like being associated to Genos would make his fangirls get crazy jealous, would recognize creep dudes more easily, also would notice Fubuki´s tactics to influence Genos to get into Blizzard. And well, people overall hate her in a bit different way. I may draw some interactions. Also! she´s the only character genderbent, usually. And here a compilation of her!

and now the usual Saitama heh

And my take of the Evil AU

And a 3v1

And if someone actually ended this long post, I thank you and I´ll be posting some old drawings I made of them but never posted. Stay tuned!

[evaporatingvoid]

"of all the realities out there, do you think at least one worked out for us?"

screaming crying eating drywall throwing up im absolutely not normal about these two (four?)

[mblue-art]

happy birthday cross !! it's always a delight to see your genuine smile, and i mean it when i say it's an absolute treasure to me !!

(meme src)

[riacte]

ren: why is the server so empty :( is there an event or something

wild life cast: OH MY GOD HE CAN’T HEAR US HE HAS AIRPODS IN

[fischlich]

fellas is it gay to dig the plants that grew too deep out of your girl best friends back

closeup + extra info and doodles under the cut yippee

any text in the images is in the alt if its hard to read! last one has some ara doodles in general because i love them so much you guys

[nexo-nex]

fuck it *frutiger aeros' your squid sisters*

[thematpatcu]

So uh,,, just gonna let this go here,,,

Off Night

BillxFordxFiddleford

Silly eepy time fic I made in a cold sweat trust

“Specs really is tired tonight, huh? Must be tiring being worked down to the bone.” This again. Bill had already gone through this whole conversation 30 minutes ago, and Ford thought he had dropped the issue by now.

‘He’s fine, Bill, he’s probably just having an off day.’ It happens to the best of us, and if anybody can pull through this, it’s him and Fiddleford. They’re not like everybody else, they can achieve anything they put their minds to, as long as they’re willing to put in the hours.

“Off night.” For a moment, Bill sounded cross, but he quickly returned to his usual cheery demeanor. “It’s almost midnight, Sixer. Don’t tell me you’re losing track of time again.”

‘We’ve worked longer.’

Right as he heard Bill sigh, Fiddleford spoke up. “Stanford..?”

“Hm? Yes, Partner?”

He was avoiding eye contact with him. “‘S been a long night, and I oughta get home soon-“

“But we’re so close to hitting the next big break on the portal!” Stanford shot him a desperate look, “Please, Fidds, just five more minutes…”

Fiddleford fidgeted with his hands, a wobbly smile appearing across his face, “Right, I know, but, portal’ll be there tomorrow, won’t it? Plus, I gave ya five more minutes…” He shrunk in on himself, mumbling now, “thirty minutes ago…”

‘Can’t believe you’re making me do this, IQ.’

“Do what?” Before Fiddleford could ask why he just asked that, Stanford slumped against the desk, rising back up with yellow eyes.

“Alright, Mr Inventor, I’ve heard ya loud and clear!” He stood tall, hands at his hips, grinning unnaturally wide at the hillbilly.

“Bill..?”

“The one and only! So, ol’ Sixer won’t let ya sleep, huh?” He cocked his head to the side, his smile turning more cocky.

Fiddleford looked down, to his left and right, anywhere that wasn’t Bill’s face. “Oh, it ain’t like that..”

“I can tell when you’re lyingggg, smart guyyyy!” He crowded into Fidd’s personal space, looming over him like he always did.

“If Stanford wants us to stay up… I will. ‘S what you do when ya care fer someone.” He was doing that whole starry-eyed look again. Bill was starting to notice it on the hillbilly more and more.

It was disgusting. He hated it. “You’re going to bed whether I have to make you or not.”

Fiddleford crossed his arms, turning to face him in his chair head on. He stared Bill in the eyes, a determined (if tired) look on his face. “Make me, then.” Bill hated that look, the inventor had used it on him before and it made Stanford’s stupid body get all warm and jumpy every time.

His voice was low when he found it, “Careful what you wish for, Specs.” Bill lunged at Fiddleford, but missed, allowing him time to slip away and run off into another room of the house. “YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CANT HIDE!” He knew he wouldn’t go easy if he had egged him on, but the face Bill makes because of it is worth it every time, even if he’s very certain he’s going to die now. His hiding spot is good, sure, but the dropped pots and pans might have given him away.

Bill is close, he can tell. He can feel his presence looming closer. Bill slows his pace, tutting in front of him like a disappointed teacher. “I really expected better from you, Banjo.”

Fidd sighed, standing up, walking into the room, lit up by the moonlight shining through the window. One of the only ones that didn’t have Bill in it. Though, Fidd supposed, it’s got Bill in it right now. His eyes are in the reflection. “Ya really just want me to go to bed that badly?”

“Yep!” Bill took his hand, (er, more so his wrist,) dragging Fiddleford to his and Stanford’s shared room. He brought Fidd to the edge of the bed, slapping his back so hard he fell forward onto it. “Golly, ya fell real easy! Ahahaha! Just like how ya fell for Ford.”

“What was that last part?” Fidd looked at Bill, red as a cherry, but he was already gone. Stanford fell on top of him, completely knocked out cold. He tried to move the bigger man off of him as gently as he could, Stanford hitting the bed with a loud thud. He immediately started snoring.

Fiddleford chuckled to himself, got under the blankets, and fell asleep.

[shqrkdud]

I'd be the voices in his head that tell him to kll himself have a good day

[whump-on-a-string]

I'm so weak for soft/comfort whump with childlike whumpees. My traumatized ass brain loves that shit.

Whump where whumpee is drugged/hypnotized/brainwashed by whumper to be easier to handle and work with, but also to keep them like their new pet or kid to take care of. Maybe carewhumper. Whumpee can be comfy and have lil toys and treats when they're behaving and be a good bean & not worry about normal adult life shit.

Slightly potentially fucked up/soft escapist comfort whump. o|-<

Like pet whump but in a more "human respectful" soft flavor.

[god-help-me-pls]

post-literally any battle laurens got hurt

[daily-regretevator-doodles]

Floor 89: Sebastian's Wares

necrobloxicon save me

based on this in game screenshot!