#gaz is cool

[reds-skull]

Messy Cyberknights sketches because I am tired of everything+the English and Scottish banners of the respective knighthoods

I can't choose a favorite I love them all <3

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

A GIRL GAMER???????

I'm not even close to kidding anymore; I think drawing iz stuff is helping me draw more loosely and avoid getting burned out. I had so much fun drawing Gaz!! It was wild "designing" a character after the challenge that was zim. Features wise, she takes after dib/dad, so I was basically just playing dress up with her. And you know what? She can have a little outfit variation, as a treat. (The big skull earrings are clashing and creating all sorts of tangents with her face framing hair thingies, but OH WELL!!!)

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

real quick. to the the anon in my inbox a few weeks back asking about how free use medic came to be the agreed-upon method of stress relief for the whole of 141: i love you, you're perfect, i'm not ignoring you; i am drafting in direct response. several things.

at the anon who sent me the ask minutes ago about a particular au with Soap: good god. good god. i have 8 solid hours of meetings tomorrow and that's all i'm gonna be thinking about. thank you for the brain rot. rip.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

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Got tagged by @alypink @kaitaiga @welldonekhushi @revnah1406! Thank you guys! 💗

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / PDA friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids (3 OF THEM WOOHOO) / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / forehead touches/ hair stroking (both hehehe) / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

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height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / PDA friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / forehead touches (MOST IMPORTANT!!!) / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

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height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes (They have everyone and each other as inside jokes 💀) / lgbtq+ / family disapproves (Oh, their family fucking do 💀) / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / PDA friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures / rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts / they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other / big fancy gala / sibling rivalry / forehead touches/ hair stroking (hair braiding? HELLO) / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / does not end well / happily ever after / love letters

Heimdall and Silja went like Friends to Enemies to Lovers so I colored them all 😂

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That's all! Tagging @pricescigar @applbottmjeens and YOU 🫵

[gomzdrawfr]

Obsess with this DnD 141 cuz it looks amazing

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[claitea]

when i first found out about geno my first impression was that he was the super stoic type or something

now that i've played a little of smrpg finally i. really dont know where i got that

[honeyhobbs]

MAJOR flash warning for this!!

Idk what to say other than he could kill me

[nekrosmos]

👁️👁️ *pops out under your bed*

chants: make the OC make the OC make the OC make the OC-

*slips back under your bed* aksjhdk xD i saw your tags so (iirc you have an OC with Graves right myehehe)

I'M THINKING ABOUT IT .......

[anonymoosen]

Shirt Ghost AU chapter 1!

EDIT: I DON’T THINK IM CONTINUING IT AS A COMIC SERIES BUT I MADE IT INTO A FANFICTION 😭😭

Concept of the shirt ghost AU: here

Recap: Basically Dib farted so hard his shirt ghost evaporated and became sentient! Craaazyyy-

(He wanted a happier life so he got some spell book thingy to make it happen but this happens instead)

So the ghost turns out to be something that represents Dib’s inner emotions, causing Dib to be confused and irritated by the little ghost since he always pushed aside his emotions for some reason!

[ghostorbz]

Obsessed with the idea Johnny is Professor Membranes estranged brother

[frudoo]

Silk & Ivory — Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Hey y'all! It's been a while since I've written for anyone besides myself, so apologies if it isn't that great :,)) Anyway... the thought of Gaz falling for a musician has been stomping at the deepest parts of my brain and turning it to mush.

Fem!Reader.

The clinging of ceramic plates and the common bustling of a crowded restaurant was nothing short of taxing for the man sat in the booth at the back. Not even a third pint of beer could dissolve the incessant ache in his head; the rusty, overworked gears that never ceased their turning. Even the dim lights adorning the wooden walls were blinding, and Kyle rested his head in the crook of his arm that rested on the table. It was less than comfortable—the muscles in his forearm and bicep were painfully flexed from how tightly he gripped the pint glass—but at least it was a break from the chipper atmosphere. 

Everything that could have gone wrong had. He woke up late, couldn’t find a clean shirt to wear under his uniform, tripped over his unlaced boots twice, and his aim was that of a rookie’s. To make matters worse, his captain was battling a cold that made him extra grumpy, and Kyle got the short end of the stick. Price laid it on him hard during PT—so much so that his entire calf was bruised from a pulled muscle. He was sore and exhausted, every inch of his body in desperate need of some rest. Instead, he dragged himself to his favorite restaurant to grab some drinks and grub. 

He hadn’t accounted for how overwhelming it would be. A low groan escaped his lips when, on top of the already deafening climate of the busy joint, a piano started to sound. It was almost enough to make Kyle cry from frustration, his knuckles paling the tighter he held the handle of his pint glass. He was dangerously close to throwing some money on the table and storming out when the world seemed to settle down around him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, finally lifting his head up and searching around for some kind of explanation. 

He found the explanation across the room, sat behind the shiny grand piano with an ethereal glow on her face, illuminated by the soft fairy lights that he had despised just moments before. Her lips were painted a deep red, accenting the black satin dress that draped just enough to show off the dip of her collarbones. Suddenly, the music wasn’t so shrill, and the piano turned into something he craved to listen to as long as it was her that played it. His eyes swept around the room once more to find that everyone else was just as enthralled with this mystery musician as he was. 

Just when he thought the stranger couldn’t possibly be any more beautiful to him, she opened her mouth and started singing. Kyle had to actively remind himself not to let his jaw drop, settling to rest his chin on top of his fist as he put all of his focus on this angel. That’s what he convinced himself she was—an angel, sent to serenade him and melt his headache that nothing else seemed to cure. He was entranced; unaware of just how hungry, famished he was for such a sweet sound. His gaze was fixed on her lips as they curved, plump and perfect, and the flow of her hands as they danced across the ivory keys. 

Kyle had to take a long swig of his beer to keep himself grounded. He was sure that if he didn’t keep his feet hooked beneath the legs of table, he would float up to heaven—and maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, except for the fact that he had just found her here on Earth. Every lyric that rolled off of her tongue was manna to his malnourished ears, honey to sweeten his bitter temperament. Suddenly his terrible day didn’t seem so awful; his mind was no longer a sheath for his grievances, but a canvas that grew more and more colorful with every syllable she sang.

It wasn’t normal—perhaps even unhealthy—that he knew. To be so captivated by a woman he had never met, who he only discovered existed moments ago, was enough to make Kyle question everything he knew about himself. Maybe it was the beer, or the lack of food in his system, or the grueling headache that had plagued him making him this delusional. Still, he couldn’t help but hope that she would just look in his direction, meet his eyes and get the cliché love-at-first-sight experience every romance movie seemed to convey. 

In the midst of battling with what he used to consider his morals, he barely even noticed that the music had stopped and the chatter of other diners had picked up again. He furrowed his eyebrows, a slight pout decorating his lips as he watched the woman stand from the bench. He already missed the melodic resonance of her voice, the way her lips curled up when certain lyrics amused her. He was bound and determined to instill the sound of her voice in his head, to store away for when he needed a reminder that there were good things in this life. 

Kyle picked up the menu that had sat at his table for the past half-hour, deciding that maybe he should have something on his stomach before he made any irrational decisions. He was about to call a waiter over to order food when the click of high heels headed towards his table. His eyes trailed up the woman’s legs and body, and he was halfway inclined to ignore her, assuming it was some chick coming to hit on him. Then she knelt to meet his gaze, waving shyly. His soul almost skyrocketed when he saw the pretty pianist before him, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip caught between her teeth. Kyle was at a loss for words, staring up at her with his mouth agape. He was sure he had fucked up when he saw the confusion written on her features.

And then she said hello.

I have proofread this countless times, but would not be shocked if there are mistakes. Please let me know!! Also feel free to reblog ofc <3

[reds-skull]

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6

I wondered how the Red Team skins got their masks... so this series is my take on it.

This is gonna be in (about) 5 parts, I'm posting each one the moment I finish it. I'll add links when I'm done

[itkeepsyouaround]

TITLE: clutched my life & wish it kept (dearest love, i’m not done yet)

[1/4]: the injury of finally knowing you

SUMMARY: In the end, all roads lead to you. Pairing: Gaz x Death!Reader, Price x Death!Reader Word Count: 1k

WARNING: no beta, no proofread, first time doing a reader fic. reader is death, but tf141 are kinda into it?

A/N: dipping my writing skills into this fandom for the first time. have a ton of ideas for one-shots and series, but this one popped into my head and i had to get it out.

Death was a stranger.

One that Gaz had no intention of meeting anytime soon. There were several almosts. He almost got blown to shit in Piccadilly. He almost gets riddled with bullets. Hell, he almost chokes on a hotdog laughing too hard at a joke. The cigarettes were a slow building almost, but he put in an effort to quit. Delay things a bit longer. Compared to his teammates, Gaz was the hardest for you to track down. He’s impatient to a degree, wants justice a little too much at times. Played with the idea of throwing out the rules of engagement a time or two and handling shit. Yet he had alluded you at every turn.

It takes a helicopter and some rope for Kyle Garrick to get a glimpse of you.

“Sergeant!” 

Nik’s voice barely registers. It’s a whisper in the wind compared to the vehicles that whip past his head and narrowly miss cracking him in the skull. Nik calling out to him is a memory in the back of his mind that ends up scraping on the gravel and dirt the moment he slams against the ground briefly. He loses his rifle and probably a bit of blood in the fall, but he doesn’t lose his bearings. Not completely anyway. At least that’s his hope, as his blurry vision clears and his eyes lock onto the unbelievable.

He sees Death itself.

He sees you.

Gaz sees your face in each passing car and truck he narrowly misses. It’s not hard to notice someone beautiful like you amongst the men currently trying to kill him. He swears time slows, his eyes finding yours in every direction he looks. You’re oblivious to the chaos around you, hair whipping around from the wind. No one seems to take notice of you. Only him. He wonders if it’s intentional or some sort of sign that his time is coming. He wonders a hundred other thoughts in the brief moment he has before voices begin to yell over comms. 

“Captain, Gaz fell out!”

“Say again?!”

“The sergeant! He’s gone!” 

Not yet.

Gaz heard the voice in his head as he reached for his pistol. Only that voice in his head wasn’t his. Neither was it the voices of his teammates. It was yours. Soft as a feather, the words glided through his mind. Gentle. Hell, it was a little encouraging. Your lips didn’t move when you spoke, your eyes still tracking him with growing interest. You smile. You fucking smile and it’s so damn stunning that Gaz nearly drops his pistol. It was a moment, barely a beat, before the truck you were in zoomed past his head. He dodged, head on a swivel, as he tried to find you again to no avail. Adrenaline began to kick in, sending Gaz fully back into the action.

“I’m not dead, Nik! I’m hanging from a bloody rope!” 

He hears your laugh in his head at his words. Amused was what you were. Even if he couldn’t see you, he knew. Your face isn’t anywhere to be seen by the time he finally takes aim at his attackers. Death was not claiming him that day. If anything, you were going to have to watch him make the comeback of a century. 

And what a goddamn comeback it was.

Gaz waited until they touched ground and were well on their way towards medical before he brought you up to Price. The frenzy around him, the sight of you watching, then disappearing from his sight. Hearing your voice in his head, feeling the echoes of you long after you were gone. There was death and then there was Death… and Capital-D-You-Death was not real. You couldn’t be real. Surely he had to have cracked his head a little too hard back there, right?

“Sounds like her,” Price huffed out, “Always needed a front row seat, that one.”

Gaz half-wondered if Price also had his shit rocked during the fight. Maybe the good captain took a tumble himself. There was no way he heard those words correctly.

“Sir?” he asked, unsure of what else to say. 

“She comes for us all in the end, but you can spot her in the close calls.”

Price brought his gaze down to meet Gaz’s. Ocean eyes kept steady, holding the sergeant’s confused look with absolute certainty.

“Try not to let her visit too often, yeah?”

“I’ll try my best, Cap’.”

Price watched as the medic came into view and ushered Gaz into another room to get him checked over. His hand fished into his pocket for a cigar, bringing it to his lips once he retrieved it. He moved towards his other pocket for his lighter, but found himself pausing. Though there was no other in the room with him, Price knew he wasn’t alone. There was no mistaking the sensation that came over him. Your touch to his cheek, warm and familiar.

He knew your touch well.

“You can’t have him,” Price warned you, gravel in his voice. The words dripped with authority. “You can’t have any of ‘em.”

Price felt the pressure at his back. Light, but just as warm. Like a lover leaning in to embrace him from behind. As macabre as it was, Price found his eyelids falling closed at the at feeling, tipping back his head with a soft sigh. A release that brought ease to his shoulders. It had been too long since he felt something so intimate. What the hell does it say about him? That these days he could only find such solace with Death itself? 

“You can’t have me either, sweetheart.” 

Though he could not see you, Price felt your fingertips brush over the hair along his jaw. He held still, hands resisting the urge to reach out. To try and touch in return. To feel you. It wasn’t until he felt the warmth dissipate that he moved again. You left. Left him cold. Alone. At least until the next time you decided to visit. Price knew you had his number. It was only a matter of time. One bad day. One wrong move. He’d go down fighting, then find you waiting for him. He made peace with that long ago.

Until then, he’d make sure you kept your distance from him and his.

[eleu22]

its so rough out here reading fanfics and being rlly into fashion

like when is yn gonna pull up im the black zucca slouch boots and the look from dolce and gabbana’s 2002 ready-to-wear collection

like plz i was not wearing mom jeans and converse bye

[gavramous]

i feel like gaz is the only person willing to listen to music outside his usual taste. as opposed to literally everyone else on the team. he recommends an album that came out that year to soap that he KNOWS soap will like if he takes his head out of his own ass for one second and exits his comfort zone. he ends up having to bribe soap to get him to agree to listen to it and, the next day, when soap sits down for breakfast he admits he actually really liked the album and gaz is like YOU ASSHOLE i knew you fucking would!!

soap asks if gaz has tried to get ghost, or price to listen to something new, and gaz is like do you really think price would willingly listen to anything made after the 80's?

[lolyouranelf]

Call of dusty(I’m not fixing the typo )doodles