#drawing mechas is FUCKING HARD

[mountainshroom]

Played ULTRAKILL for the first time yesterday, and the fight with V2 stuck with me so had to do something lol

[rainedroptalks]

Peni Parker anime. Can you see my vision

[mo-ok]

little guy saga continues this time with the biggest little guys you've ever seen 🤖

[fangsofwhite]

ITS STILL FRIDAY!!

Last Friday before Spooky Time!!

[gravyhoney]

Guys. Watch Pacific Rim rn. I’m so serious. Guys the worms in my brain right now.

Me rn ^^

[gavinosbornedrors]

Month of Mecha 2024: Mech #3!

A special operations mech, whose mission out here has gone completely to shit. Out of options, out of ammo and with backup a long way off - the pilot activates its pair of state-of-the-art hard light projectors and pushes forward.

[transingthoseformers]

U did nawt see me trawling through ur pharma tag.....anyway......

Pharma going into heat when he's stuck with the DJD and it completely destroys Tarn. Like if virgin boy Tarn already cried spiking Pharma on a regular day, imagine what happens to him when Pharma literally pounces him one day, exposed valve already leaking onto his frame.

Pharma effectly pins Tarn to the ground, the tank too shocked and overwhelmed to push back. He snarls and paws at Tarn's panels, demanding access. And how can Tarn say no, really, when his senses are all immediately assaulted by Pharma's heat pheromones and scalding plating and claws right over his array.

Tarn doesn't quite register his panels snapping back, allowing his spike to begin to pressurise. Pharma doesn't even wait for him to get fully hard before immediately grabbing the shaft and sitting his dripping valve onto it. He slams his hips all the way down, hissing at the intrusion, but also giving Tarn absolutely no time to adjust to the wet heat around his spike before he immediately starts moving.

Back arched so he leans back into Tarn's spike, Pharma bounces. Mercilessly. He fucks himself on that spike Hard and all Tarn can do is gasp and struggle to keep up.

Every slam of their hips is accompanied by a wet squelch, Pharma's valve desperately cycling around Tarn's spike and spilling copious amounts of lubricant between them.

Tarn really doesn't stand a chance.

Despite Pharma's heightened sensitivity, the tank still overloads first. It builds so fast and slams into him without warning. His hot transfluid spills into Pharma, making the jet hiss in satisfaction, finally filled with something, at least for a few seconds.

But Pharma doesn't stop. He hasn't finished yet. And he's not planning to just overload once anyway. He keeps moving, impaling himself on Tarn's spike, the pheromones in his scent and slick help to keep Tarn hard despite having just overloaded.

The tank twitches and gasps and tries to grip onto Pharma's hips. His post-overload array is sensitive. Every bounce of Pharma's hips feels like a shock of electricity all the way up his spinal struts. He tries to slow Pharma with his grip on the medic's hips, but all that does is draw an angry snarl from Pharma and an even harder clench around his spike

Maybe he whimpers. Tarn would never admit to whimpering or the solvent pooling at his optics as Pharma fucks himself on his spike.

It's all too much and he feels like he can't take it- But in a way he's grateful he has no say in this. It feels good. It kind of hurts but it feels so good.

He can hear Pharma's struggling fans kicking up another notch, feel the movements of his hips getting more and more irregular. And then Pharma leans in, drawing ragged breaths against the cables of Tarn's neck.

He swears he hears the jet purr just before he suddenly bites down, denta piercing into Tarn's fuel lines and valve spasming around his spike

Pharma's overload drags Tarn into his second. More solvent is squeezed from his optics as he paws at Pharma's frame and then grabs his twitching wings

There's just a minute of peace as they both come down from their overloads, Pharma releasing his jaw and purring as he licks the leaking energon and Tarn laying slack on the floor... Until Pharma clenches his calipers and starts to move again, transfluid squelching between their hips and Tarn whimpering helplessly as he's coaxed back to hardness

Okay, I saw nothing😉😏

So i love this, I love the idea of mecha in heat getting quite feisty

Tarn, minutes before paradise: Pharma? answer the door. are you in there? I'm opening the door now

Oh Tarn~

also oo? He's stuck with the DJD?

Hxhcfjfj one of the other members finds them like this and they just... Close the door. They do not need to see their boss like this (and he looks like he's having fun anyway)

IMAGINE THE CLEAN-UP AND CUDDLING AFTERWARDS

Nickel, if she was here (is she? When in the timeline is this?): you better be getting your fluids

[war-finding-reason]

Did an exploration of what two of my ocs would look like if they were Cyborgs under Desperado because. Uhm. Of course I would. This ended up sick as fuck I need to share this here.

On the left is Diatier, I decided her code name would be Wreckhouse after particularly strong winds that come from the Long Range Mountains. While originally, Diatier is literally an alien from fucking space, the place she crashed into was in North America. Additionally she moved at incredible speeds, and the Wreckhouse winds are measured to be hurricane strength, reportedly over 200 km/h.

(Original design)

On the right is Spade. His code name is Simoon, after the harsh dry winds that blow through Sahara, Jordan, Iraq and Syria. Spade’s original name is derived from Armenian, vaguely in my head putting him in that general area if he was a human being. Anyways it’s a wind that can essentially inflict Heat Stroke on a person, which fits pretty well with his heat and fire based aesthetic.

(Original Design, not a HUGE amount is changed admittedly.)

The Fenrir unit, next to Spade, is meant to represent Diamond, Spade’s buddy lol. Not much to say about them. I will confess i referenced heavily to draw them, mostly because finding head references for Fenrirs that make sense is SO HARD.

(Diamond has no concrete design right now, I just know they’re a dog.)

Anyways. Fun project. It goes on my mecha blog.

[fablepatron]

tell us the halo origin story

Hi stumpy thank you stumpy.

ALRIGHT. so. Back in like… 2020, maybe late 2019? I saw this clip on tumblr

Thought it was absolutely hilarious, but other than that didn’t think much on it. But then I kept seeing it. Over and over. And eventually I went okay. Let’s see what this is about.

And That’s How Hlvrai Got Me.

Hlvrai leads me into half life. I was vaguely aware of the games cuz I liked portal. But had never played them. Played through them, became a little obsessed. Nothing insane tho.

I follow a handful of half life blogs including one “Stumpy” @poisonheadcrabsalesman. You may know them. Said blog gets into halo, and at some point I see some posts about rvb. Specifically about how hard it is to draw the characters. For Some Fucking Reason I assumed it was about mecha, so I decide to watch it. It’s not mecha btw. I still don’t know why I thought that.

And that’s how rvb got me.

After I wanna say like a year? Of being insane about rvb, I start poking around halo. Cuz halo is just deep cut rvb lore. Start poking about making an oc. Said oc is the same colour as Roland. I call her yellow.

I call Roland orange.

Stumpy points this out and I, absolutely committed to the bit make this comic, which I end up watching some spops to make. Cuz Yknow. Research. They then later commission me to colour said comic, which causes me to start talking about halo more.

And that’s how halo got me.

[grimeboo]

If anybody at all would like to commission me id really appreciate it

Fallen on hard times, really need money for food and bills and life.

Dm me here for what you want. I can mail the og drawing to you too!

This is my style. Pay what you want.

I will draw p much most things. Furries, humans, monsters, body horror, armour/mecha and detailed outfits.

Gimme your best fucking shot.

Throw coins at me here if u want : ◇◇◇◇

[protocolseben]

i wanted to draw mechas and then i got carried away. i dont write romance ... sorry. | 3010

acid rain— rainfall made so acidic by atmospheric pollution that it causes environmental harm.

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Noone in Deiuropa paid much heed to the rain when it first fell. In fact, perhaps the continent would have fared far better if no one noticed it ever fell in the first place.

It was a while before a farmer who lived on the south west of the continent noticed anything amiss as he went into his home after work. His sheepdog had up and bounded off into the deep green from the farmhouse porch, chasing maybe a bird that he saw. He paid no mind, trusting that Colby would come back as soon as he had done bothering whatever he wanted bothered, as he sat in the living room after a particularly hard day of work, drinking some lukewarm tea.

Only when the dying sun’s rays filtered through his windows did the farmer realise his dog had not returned, and as he stepped out of the house, he noticed not a trace of his loyal friend, becoming increasingly concerned as the sun fully gave way to night.  And as the farmer wore his weathered jacket and his heavy-duty flashlight out, he wondered if it was a sound idea in the first place.  But he returned that night with only his light and disappointment in hand, and a thought he left at the back of his mind that it seemed too chilly for this time of the year.

The farmer searched the next few days for hours, calling and whistling over and over, to no avail.

He decided to follow his heart and searched past the rolling hills to the taiga on the sixth day, when the usual grounds turned up no such luck, and he had run out of places at that point. As he wandered further into the virgin forest and into the meadows, he noticed the plant life seemingly becoming odder with every step deeper in. Maybe his memory was failing him, he didn’t remember the Chamois Ragwort to have so few petals, or that the usual hum of annoying little insects were barely audible to his ears.. Nor was it supposed to be this cold, in Summer. Maybe his bones were failing him, as years of hard labour had finally decided to catch up his form.

It was the appearance of the inconspicuous white flower that finally alerted him that something was indeed not right. He had passed one, two, thinking it was a regular flower not native to the area he lived and worked in. But on the fifth, he realised the lilies, and bent to pick one up as the heavy rain fell on the umbrella that sheltered him. A sense of wrongness at it simply sitting on the ground, finally getting through to his head. 

Where are its roots?

The view ahead of him finally registered. Pockets and spots of lilies across the land without stalks and roots dotted the dirty grey-green landscape, the grasses growing too long and too spindly for its own good. Some had split into such odd shapes that he was not sure what exactly he was looking at. An odd bark shattered the silence as he swivelled his head sharply at the source of it.

“Colby?” he whistled.

The joyous canine bounded over, clearly excited upon hearing his owner’s voice, a blur, finally free from the strange grass hell too far away from his home and prepared to lick his owner all over.

But Colby was a simple Cattle Dog, black and reddish at his belly. However this thing was too long, too tall, and had far too many teeth, tail far too matted and greenish to be Colby, and it nearly missed a hit directly to the side of his face with the flashlight.

“What the fuck?!”

Somehow, six days was more than enough to turn his beloved friend into something that vaguely resembles a hyena more than a dog anymore.  He seemed healthy enough, but he had to bring it to the vet in town. He had to know what happened.

No good news there either as his report was forwarded to the local authorities, and Colby had to be kept for observation. So was the lily he had picked up to show, and the farmer could do nothing but wait as he hoped his friend would return to normal. Alas, the authorities would turn up at his home and tell him that Colby would no longer be returned to him, or the flower, or the entire area he lived for almost all his life. A (silent) emergency, and the farmer was forced to leave with simply a few belongings and vehicle tearfully, as an army of guards and scientists descended upon the bizarre meadow he had found only a week ago.

“The authorities have seized this area for investigation.”

What he hadn’t noticed by then,was the rootless lilies that were in full bloom in the field he had worked so hard only a few days ago, as if his actions never mattered. It rained heavily the day he was forced to leave.

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A man, aged 47, has been reported missing. He had left his canton two weeks after—-- - -  -

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Michael tried to shake off the dripping sweat to no avail. The machine’s humidity, combined with the leaks from gaps in the robot had gone from a mere annoyance into a hazard. He stared at the stinging brightness of the screens before him, watching the movement of the third and last ragged shape half a klick away that was slowly regaining its strength and dragging its body closer to him. The stink of corroded earth and metal was truly getting into his core…and he was Machina's strongest fighter. Anyone else would have given up at this point.

He tore the lily that had unscrupulously tried to force its bloom on the metallic surface of the interior, and crushed it with his hands, wincing at its thorniness. Yet another pain on top of the various cuts and bruises on him. The breathing apparatus was just irritating on his face by now. Shifting the movement joysticks ahead, he inched closer and closer to the thing in front of him, that had finally struggled to stand on its massive trunk-like legs, ready for round three.

“We can’t lose any more tanks. Rubens can’t continue anymore, the second  Behemoth tore the leg of that robot clean off, but he could sort of decapitate that poor bastard. He’s ejected and safe now but…this last one is persistent. Godspeed , Michael.” 

This was the last of the three monsters that have been actively plaguing Longtide Base. But this time, it had breached too far into the safe perimeter, where none of the acid rain should have touched. Whatever the scientists had done to provoke them into entering  had caused the environment around it to destabilise, and they were paying for it now.

The five-point restraints were really digging into the hollows of his shoulders and his sides. He’s been in this thing much longer than he should have been, and it was evident in the increased sharp shoulder pains of a bad night’s sleep before, and the rush of monsters that decimated half crew the week before that. He had to focus. Cavallino-1 had to focus. It barely had repairs before this onslaught, and if he failed, the entire company was in deep water.

Michael hated how it looked. It reminded him of the horses he had in his ranch, delightful gentle beasts of speed. But the ones in front of him were seething mocking imitations, made up of unknown grey sinews and dirty patchwork hide of dirt and former fur, and far too big for its own good. The great horn it had on its head was reminiscent of a unicorn, but twisted, gritty and alien as the ground under it. 

The flowers on its back swayed wildly, a metallic guttural roar emanating from its rotted throat, as the monster barreled towards him with whatever it had left of itself, bent on bringing its nemesis down with it. It disturbed Michael that it had fought with a seemingly keen sense about its opponent, but now reduced to simply a raging husk.. No hesitation now, as he lifted the great red muddy spear, with only a single thought in his mind.

Fucking disgusting.

— and thrust it into the monster’s face with great force, dragging it right into its core, struggling through the weight, and finally tearing through the spine.

shck, shck, shck. 

The mangled ‘flesh’ barely had any resistance to the spear’s tip as it was sliced into two. The strange beast ceased to be, convulsing before collapsing and its legs giving out, falling into the lily field in two pieces and staying completely motionless. Its core in half , unable to regenerate and oozing into the earth.

Five seconds passed. Ten, before the comms crackled back to life.

“No more vitals…confirmed.”  Ross barely kept his voice even. The gritty and broken up sounds of engineers yelling, clapping and cheering in the background. The great evils were gone. “...That was insane work, Michael. Awesome. You really are something….”

There was no response from the man in the cockpit as he continued staring at the gore before him, observing the lilies on its body began to blacken and wither despite the offensive heavy rain. There was no point poking or prodding it anymore to make sure it was faking it, as soon as the core was cleaved, there was no going back.

“No worries about the massive garbage. We’ll send in the clean-up teams.”

“Roger...thank you everyone, for your hard work.” He radioed in, only a little cheer in his voice. He would have to return to the massive landship soon, and wanted some quiet while he could have it. He was a party animal for sure, but the unsettling feeling of fighting that last monster continued to linger. He would have dwelled on it longer, but the strange heave of the metal and noise broke him out of his thoughts, as he felt the entire robot lurch forward and onto its knees, and right onto the ground.  

Shit! 

Michael braced for impact as he felt his consoles smash right into him. The robot had powered down due to the extensive damage, and barely kept together at that point. Fighting three Corroded Behemoths was unheard of, and the fact that a single one was put down without heavy damage was a feat of its own. He could hear the semi-frantic radio of the engineers telling him what had happened, but he paid no mind as he was already detaching himself from all the restraints and fiddling with the exit hatch despite the awkward angle. It took a good minute, but hearing the metal click agreeably was more than enough and he kicked the hatch up and out. 

Thunk,thunk, as the rain fell into the interior, and he climbed out of the humid enclosure, finally tasting the air, light and whatever, to look around him.

The scenery looked like utter shit. A wasteland of cranky unrecognisable plants, and the damned rootless lilies. That stuff was everywhere. But the bigger image was reserved for the beast he had just slain, as its guts leaked into the soft earth constantly, limbs the vague shape of hooves and too many eyes. The horn caught his eye as well, a disgusting but powerful weapon that could have far too easily torn apart every other inexperienced pilot. It took up all of his attention. We should take that back and make it into a weapon, he thought cynically.  Might do wonders for everyone else.

In the rain-fogged distance he saw the small transporter landship GDM Lauda inch steadily to his location. Now that the area was clear, it was finally safe enough to walk or trek the distance. But Michael simply sat near the hatch, letting the rain fall on him as he tried to process what the hell had happened in the last one and a half hours. There would be a full riot in there, so some peace and quiet would be really nice right now. 

The movement of the third beast was not lost on him at all, as he remembered how it moved for its size, even accounting for Michael’s own movements before striking back at him. It was uncanny and it was intelligent for a thing “just made up of plants and dirt”.  No, everything around him at that point was more alive than he could surmise. And at that point, he pinpointed the little thing that made it so much weirder than he could fathom.

It moved just like Mika, in some ways. 

Five minutes later, Ross and a small  medical team disembarked from the medical vehicle, gesturing to Michael to get down. Ross gave him a full body hug the moment his feet touched the earth, almost choosing to never let go, but the medical staff were much more eager to take stock of his current condition before anything else, aside from dragging him back to the Landship.

“No abnormal readings. Some Injuries but just physical and superficial. O2 levels are all good, nothing of serious concern.” one of the staff declared soon later, before looking in the direction they were facing. Some of the landship’s scientists and engineers were already hard at work assessing the wreck before them. They had to, as proof that their program was well and truly beyond simply “successful”.

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The mobile hangar was an absolute riot of colours from the side decks as many mini transporters manoeuvred the shambolic robot back into its port alongside the beast. It was an absolute mission success, one that would go down as the most successful Acid Rain mission undertaken by a robot. Consularis Deiuropa were definitely going to take notes of the events and throw more money into their coffers to develop this tech, Ross thought, and gotta thank Jean for shutting those stupid suits up.

Michael allowed himself to get utterly drenched by the (contraband) beer that his hard working crew had. Surviving was more than enough. Actually, he could do with a big fuck-off long sleep right now. He spotted Rubens, his fellow pilot, still beaten and banged up, and gave him a big hug, declaring to everyone loudly that it wouldn’t have been possible if not for this man. Medical was still insistent in giving him a full checkup so he was dragged away from poor Rubens.

He caught a quick glimpse of Ross, who gave an understanding nod. Leave everything for tomorrow, you deserve it.

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No sign of infections, all clear on his end. A whole hour, because the doctor on board was simply persistent. When he left, he was just so exhausted that the walk from Medical to his quarters felt like a century, while Ross waited patiently. The man should have been off managing the repairs and the lot, but here he was waiting for Michael, while Rory Byrne was taking his place. They stared wordlessly at the view from the hallway deck. Hundreds of people ran around, slowly disassembling Cavallino-1 for repairs, and moving them further in the landship.

“You’re crazy, Schumi.” Ross broke the silence after a few minutes. “One right after the other.”

“I had to do what I had to.”

“DC and the others were watching. Said it was ridiculous that you and Rubens were dealing with that much.”

“It’s DC, he is kind of useless.” Michael chuckled.

There was silence again, as they continued their walk back to his quarters. As he watched a section of the weird corroded behemoth get wheeled in, the question that had been sitting at the back the whole while. He should just say it out loud now.

“The thing fought like person. A bit like...” 

“You still unhappy that Mika beat you or something? Haven’t let go?” Ross scoffed. 

“I am being very serious.”

“.......”

It’s hard to ignore things like that when the great man spoke it himself. The rain had cleared up a bit, letting a few dying rays of the sunset filter through the great mouth of the landship and illuminating Michael’s face. There was a particular look of worry and thought, one that Ross Brawn would come to notice even as the years went by. It never went away, even when Michael was at his most cheerful. Many times over he could observe the man looking through video records repeatedly, as if trying to understand something the others could not. Like an obsession. But there would be no results or proclaim from him, just silent thought.

But for today,it was history on the continent of Deiuropa. A massive victory, well deserved and well celebrated. Consularis Deiuropa were massively impressed, commissioning more units like theirs. Between Ross and his rival Adrian, the future was looking bright for the people.

.

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Fourteen years later, Michael would disappear.

 One day he had been talking to his family, the next, any traces of him were gone, as if he had never existed. 

A man sat on the open grassy field of a canton, deep in thought. The green fields were untouched by any acid rain nor corrosion or lily, and the skies were a gorgeous deep blue. Yesterday was day forty-seven of his search, completely pointless by now. No bloodhound or fancy satellite device could detect any traces of his mentor. The authorities had called off the search sixteen days ago, because any trail that would have been left by Michael would have long been washed away.

Not the man. He was persistent in his search, going anywhere he could’ve been, trying to find traces of anything. But there simply wasn’t.  

How does a person just disappear?

A teenage boy walked up, standing behind the man.  No need to say anything. 

“.....”

“It’s alright, Seb. Mum and Gina can still work it out. It’s not the end of the world yet.  It would just be…..quieter, I think. ”

“..No Mick. I don’t want to stop now. I also want to find him for me.”

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[stringless-arthur]

Your favourite Puppetshade Chronicles headcanon pretty please?

hi!! brilliant question umm (: i don't think about headcanons a lot normally buuut i Have been thinking about puppetshades a lot lately so. um. here is Something

my main thing (that i also incorporate into my character designs lol) is that each of the puppetshades have a special pair of glasses. oki has round red tinted ones because they're very vampire to me, skyler has star shaped dark blue tinted ones because he is very star shaped things to me. magic. yeah, and piper has like rectangular light blue tinted ones (i have a pair like this lol) (i Could have given her heart shaped ones!! to correspond w the love theme!! however i forgor and also skyler already has glasses with a fuck ass shape. and let me tell you those things are Hard To Draw. and besides i gave piper heart shaped earrings (: ) AND we've not met them yet but. dottie has goggles actually becauseeeee i dont know actually and cindilou has like. ok hold on i actually drew cindilou yesterday i can show you

lots of effort i put into this one it's true. um. the second i heard "mecha assassins guild" i imagined her w these lol. she also has a mechanical arm ☝

[rockybloo]

Can't wait to figure out just how in the FUCK to draw mechas so I can can make a quick dumb comic of how fun having your mecha get sent flying by a kaiju is for like 5 seconds until your remember you are piloting an ungodly heavy hunk of metal and when it comes down-it comes down HARD.

[final-milf-ratchet]

Pls be my friend. Ive been searching for sb who would want to see maggy got his valve wrecked for so long.

Now, hear me out. Magnus is probably stressed af and it would be nice if someone give him a nice treat (By wrecking his pussy, duh)

Put one of these bad boys on anon u can't escape me we're bonded for life (over Ultra Magnus getting his pussy wrecked)

Someone noticing how hard Magnus works, and how stressed out he is... 🥺🥺🥺 And offering to help 😏😏 (anon if you got someone specific you want to fuck Magnus u gotta tell me I fucking LOVE Magnus rarepairs)

Magnus isn't the type of mech to pick someone up from work, but it's been sooooo long since he really relaxed. Mecha expect him to spike, so he goes along with it expecting to have to spike and maybe convince his partner to switch later if he's lucky.

And then his partner eats him out until Magnus is a whining, teary mess. And then they FINALLY give him the spike he's been begging for, making sure not to hurt him as they thrust inside. Drawing another overload out of him and another after that. They just keep going, completely focused on magnus until he's overloaded so many times he's just a puddle of pleasure and relaxation on the bed. And then they cuddle 👉👈 and Ultra Magnus gets sleep easy for once in his life!!!!

[shadowsportrait]

my artfight card for 2023!! how did i do? i vant to suck your blorblud 🧛 ...i went way too hard on this considering the gilly refs arent even done yet but fuck it + we ball + theres still time- err follow me here!!: https://artfight.net/~cloverynspice some explanations on the markings plus the background art i made for this under the cut~

decided to add my name and pronouns cuz a lot of ppl think i am clover when she is just my mascot, and although i dont care if people call me clover it hurts to be misgendered so often lmao

Apollo is my number 1 this year, i wanna see art of him the most so their portrait goes first + lined with gold and stars~ the rest are in order according to the character they share a universe with- (clover with eros, and gilligan with gilliam)

while i don't have any feral characters nor any current plans on making any i will still draw them (with varying degrees of success lol). i will not however draw worms or mechas (sorry)

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP37 SPOILERS!

im a bit late bc i was at work all day but time for ep37 reactions!! i cant believe its already here

- now ive heard everyone talking about the intro i bet its gonna be a rickroll or some shit

- ITS FUCKINF ALL STAR. I KNEW THEY WOULD PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS

- A TEENAGE GIRLS PARENT JUST GOT SHOT AND KILLED AND UR PLAYING ALL STAR.

- hermie mention in the intro im so calm and cool and chill about this /j

- "ur enough as u are" AINT NO WAY UR ABOUT TO MAKE ME START CRYING OVER A PARODY OF SMASH MOUTHS ALL STAR. WHY DID U HAVE TO PULL OUT THE BIG GUNS

- I DONT WANT THE TAYLOR VOICE CHANGE GOD NO

- MATT IM SCREAMING

- WILL CAMPOS U ABSOLUTE MADMAN. i already knew he was gonna find a way around using revivify but THAT WAS WILD

- are people gonna start drawing normal w that piece of jewelry now. bc i wanna. i already like drawing him w bracelets

- oh god what is beths fact gonna be.

- "i just keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong times" BETH MAY U ARE EVIL. THE PLOT OF THIS EPISODE HASNT EVEN STARTED AND IM ALREADY EMO

- ITS STARTING. OH NO

- NICKY BETTER FUCKING SHOW UP im curious to see what they actually decided on for the reason for him not being there last episode

- HERMIE WAS REMEMBERED giggles and kicks my feet

- TAYLOR AND LINCOLN ARENT AWARE THAT TERRY IS DEAD RN.

- were getting terris reaction rn i cant believe this is happening

- IM starting to feel sick godddd

- i bet im gonna see art of the lincoln and taylor piggyback ride hehe

- OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD TERRIS ASLEEP THIS MEANS WERE GONNA GET SCARY BACK. ALSO IS SHE GONNA SEE WILLY OH NOOOO

- NO NO NO NO NONONO

- "theres my girl" STFUUUUUU

- DOES SCARY REMEMBER ANYTHING??? DOES SHE KNOW WHATS GOING ON????

- "just wake him up" I. HATE. THIS EPSIODE

- SCARY GETTING CHOKED UP I CANT DO THIS

- TERRY DIDNT EVEN NEED TO DIE FUCK THIS

- "whoooa shit thats fucked up!" anthony burch i know u are just so incredibly pleased w urself.

- SCARYS STILL PRETENDING LIKE SHE DOESNT CARE ABOUT TERRY. JUST FEEL UR FEELINGS GIRL GOOD GOD

- "EMBARRASSING"??? FOR A KID TO BE UPSET THAT ONE OF THEIR PARENTS GOT MURDERED???? WILLY STAMPLER WTF IS WRONG W U

- there was never a more obvious lie than willy saying hell revive terry

- 19 INSIGHT LETS GOOO

- THATS RIGHT SCARY. STAND THE FUCK UP TO HIM

- NORMAL DESPERATELY TRYING TO HELP AWWWW MAN :[[ I HATE THIS

- PUTS MY HEAD IN MY HANDS. THIS IS SO DEEPLY UPSETTING

- WHEN WE SAID WE WANTED MORE SCARY AND NORMAL INTERACTIONS WE DIDNT THINK ITD BE LIKE THIS!!!

- THE TWINS ARE HERE NOW OMG

- beth is out for fucking blood this episode. god she is so good at making the audience feel for her characters

- SHES TELEPORTING TO GRANT?? IM NOT READY YET

- "hes dangerous! get away from him!" THE FACT THAT THIS IS LINCOLN SAYING THIS ABOUT GRANT BREAKS MY HEART

- SCARY HAS A GUN FUCK YEAH!!!

- FIRST HERMIE SPEAKING LINE OF THE EPISODE YIPPEEEE

- halfway through the episode now. cant wait to see what could possibly go wrong next!!

- i love whenever anthony allows a fun rulebreaking idea to work

- IDK WHY THE IDEA OF THE KIDDADS HAVING A GC IS SO FUNNY TO ME

- rons status remains a mystery....

- "we could do a whole scene w just hermie and all the other ones" u joke matt but i enjoy every scene w hermie no matter how unnecessary and drawn out

- as always linc and taylor are such a funny iconic duo

- WERE FINALLY GETTING ANGRY NORMAL??? FINALLY????

- WILL WITHDRAWING HIS COOL MOVE LMAO

- i just realized WE STILL HAVENT SEEN NICKY!!! GODDAMN!!!

- "the gayest fucking mecha of all time" swiftli fans do u like the new ship name /j

- ig i cannot deny it anymore swiftli is practically canon atp

- NICKY!!!! NICKY!!!!! I SHOT STRAIGHT UP IN MY SEAT

- NICKY AND HERMIE ARE FINALLY INTERACTING. PRAISE THE LORD

- i thought nicky got all his limbs back?? did anthony just forget

- btw ive probably been waking up my whole house w how hard im laughing over swiftli this episode

- LINCOLNS GONNA PUNCH GRANT WHOA. WHOA

- "so what are u gonna do, ur gonna kill me?" as i said before. i hate this episode.

- SCARY OBLITERATED PAPA JOHN SO FAST WHOA.

- THE DUNGEON SETUP VS THE TONE OF THE EPISODE HELPPP

- i just had such a weird thought/prediction. but i will hold my tongue. bc the last time i said something like this it came true and i do not want this to come true

- IS SCARY GONNA BREAK IT W LOVE FOR TERRY. I CANT DO THIS

- "i love u and i hate that u made me love u when u are who u are and u knew it." I WISH U COULD SEE MY FUCKING FACE RN. HOLYYY SHIT THATS DEVASTATING

- oh. my. good. lord.

- GUYS????? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW. HOLY FUCK. THAT WAS HEAVY AS SHIT