#i become the fives gif

[ingravinoveritas]

Pinterest comments of the week: Good Omens S1 press tour edition.

[stardestroyer81]

🥪 Introducing... Door2Door! 🥪

Door2Door stars twenty year old possum Gigi Dempster, who lives in a rather ramshackle, podunk town in Vermont called Bendersville. After sending numerous job applications all over town with no word back, she finally lands herself a delivery driver position at an unassuming locally-owned sandwich restaurant named Dine 'n Dash. With no prior experience in the art of crafting a mighty fine sandwich or running a delivery route, Gigi is strapped in to experience the whirlwind of a first time food service job firsthand, and in an unpredictable town like Bendersville, quite literally anything can happen.

(For more information on what Door2Door is— as well as a handful of progress images— please consider checking underneath the cut!)

At last, witness unveiling of my latest project I've spent the last month conceptualizing, Door2Door! What once came about as a silly idea of basing a project after an inner-city delivery driver inspired after a certain gameplay section in Spongebob Squarepants: Revenge of the Flying Dutchman, it has since blossomed into one of my dearest passion projects yet!

Though, before I get into any further detail behind Door2Door and its creation, I must stress— none of the above five images hail from a lost late nineties/early 2000s Cartoon Network show, and if by chance any of them were enough to fool you into thinking they were, then that just means I achieved what I set out for! 💙✨

Now, about a month ago, I'd been watching a retrospective on the critically un-acclaimed Spongebob Squarepants: Revenge of the Flying Dutchman, a game I had growing up. It's important for me to mention that I had seen and personally played the aforementioned gameplay section before, though for some reason seeing it again struck me with a brilliant project idea.

Anyone who's been following me for at least a year knows that I've designed a cavalcade of candied characters for my own arcade game concept, Rascal, and initially my idea for Door2Door— which I also called Project JJ (In reference to the sandwich chain Jimmy John's)— was to give it a plot simple enough to translate into an arcade game.

The idea was that you played as a plucky delivery driver who rides through the streets of a seedy city to deliver a food order to the... er, order-ee. But your progress would be impeded by a fiendish gang of mobster alley cats who are after your sandwiches, so there would have definitely been a large cartoony element to the gameplay loop.

I drew concept art for Door2Door's protagonist, then known as Marcy, though I really wasn't vibing with either drawing. For one, making the protagonist a cat seemed a bit overdone, and I already have a cat character who's name rhymes with Marcy, so that had to go. More so, I also couldn't settle on a good spriting style, which prompted me to rethink the whole project.

Well, there is a general aura of cartooniness to Door2Door, I thought, why not just embrace that vibe whole-heartedly and reshape the project into a long-lost late nineties cartoon?

I did like the idea of having an excuse to drawing more animation cels, though if I was going to make Door2Door into something resembling a cel-animated cartoon, I was prepared to go the full distance in nailing that aesthetic, in the form of how characters are designed and the way I go about drawing each screenshot.

For those unfamiliar with cel animation, essentially it can be described as a traditional form of animation and involves objects— usually characters— being hand-inked and painted on clear celluloid sheets and placed over painted backgrounds.

Above, I've provided a visual for what a standalone 'cel' from Door2Door would look like, coupled with a hand-painted background. When overlaid on top of one another...

... you would get this! This is exactly how cartoons were animated up until the era of digital inking and coloring... but that begs the question. How am I achieving a hand-drawn and painted aesthetic if everything I've shown so far has been drawn digitally?

I have my ways! It involves a lot of studying how individual cels of animation look, and taking note of recurring hallmarks; grainy textures, paint blemishes, drop shadows, etc. Above, I've assembled a small gif of my process in composing a screenshot for Door2Door, from lineart to final product!

So, that all should loosely explain it; Door2Door is what would happen if I were in charge of a late nineties Cartoon Network show, and what you've seen here is merely the beginning. Going forward, I will be posting art of Door2Door's main cast with some additional character information and concept art for each one, though for the time being, enjoy all five art pieces I've supplied for this post— they are perhaps the biggest works of mine yet this year! 💙🏳️‍⚧️✨

[ex0rin]

me looking at all the blurry ass photos of Bucky in a suit from the leaked Thunderbolts* trailer and thinking about the suggestions about him being a congressman like:

and here's how we (by we i mean i) can still get Secretary Bucky:

(from my own gifset here)

[sea-owl]

Me after seeing the new trailer for Kung Fu Panda 4:

[ltcdrmcgarrett]

Okay.

[stiwfssr]

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Thoughts on the Domino Twins

This idea was brought up by @biscuityskies on Twitter so credit to them.

But this is in reference to what Captain Rex said.

"You're exactly the kind of men I need in the 501st"

This man knew what he was talking about! Fives went on to discover the truth about the inhibitor chips, which not only saved Rex's life, but has also saved the lives of countless other men. Echo is now helping Rex get clones away from the Empire and into hiding, doing so because of the information that Fives uncovered. Fives and Echo have both been instrumental in aiding the clones during the rise of the Empire. Sometimes I feel like the show needs to address just how important those two were because it's not even just that!

They helped with

The Battle of Kamino

The Citadel

Umbara

The discovery of the inhibitor chips

The Battle of Anaxes

Getting the clones to a safe place as they are phased out by the Empire

And that doesn't even begin to cover what missions they probably helped out with off screen! When Rex picked those two shinies up on that moon, he didn't realise just how integral those two would be, not just during the war, but after it as well.

Anyway, the Domino Twins are great and I will forever be sad knowing that they are currently not fighting side by side.

[mangoshorthand]

Flesh and Blood- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch6 (Hard Feelings Part 3)

SUMMARY: As Christmas approaches, everything between you and Five is perfect...until a destructive temporal anomaly gets in the way. Five is convinced another permutation of himself is to blame. Nothing's simple when you're in a relationship Five Hargreeves: could your loyalties be tested in a way unique to him?

<<Back to Chapter 5 Onto chapter 7 >>

As the portals grow ever stronger, you and Five come to an extreme decision.

Mild body horror. Proceed at your own risk.

Chapter Six: Handover

Today, you lie on the couch by the fire, trying to get comfortable. It’s harder these days; your body isn't your own- you're sharing it with someone else who had no qualms about kicking the everloving shit out of you from the inside, and that's without considering the portals. Getting comfortable is nearly impossible without the aid of several pillows placed at strategic points beneath you. With a blast of cold air, Five enters the cabin with more wood collected from the outbuilding. His under-eyes are purple. You stretch out a hand to him.

“Sit with me.”

He drops the dry logs beside the stove, “I can’t. I have to check the perimeter again.”

The Commission troubled him. The pair of you have been here for weeks now. Where were they? The fact that they hadn't turned up was sinister in itself...but he doesn't know what it means.

“Fiiive," you moan, "everything hurts. My ankles are killing me, my back hurts and it’s your fault.”

He smiles, “What can I say? Sorry for my crazy strong sperm. But I’m busy.”

Your mood, more unpredictable with every passing day, suddenly plummets. Your lip trembles and face heats up. He looks over as you sniffle and hesitates for a split second, tilting his head as he puts his hands in his pockets. When the tears begin to fall, he sighs and comes over to you, sitting on the other end of the couch and lifting your feet onto his lap.

“Come on now, what’s all this?”

You breathe in wetly, “What’s this doing to my body? Will I even be able to carry another baby after this?”

He sighs, “Definitely not another one of mine.” 

He strokes your calves bracingly, hiding his own hurt behind assumed stoicism.

“And-” your crying intensifies, “y-you won’t want me any more anyway. My body’s going to go to shit and you won’t think I’m sexy.”

“You’re worried I won’t find you sexy?”

“There’s going to be even more stretch marks and loose skin and my tits will go and the baby's going to wreck my pussy on the way out and-”

“You’re being stupid.”

“STUPID?”

“Yeah, actually, you are."

Your momentary rage turns back to wild sobs as his upper lip curls, angrily. 

"You honestly think that little of me? After all this?"

You just sob, unable to formulate a response under the combined stress of the hormonal flare up and his raising voice. He doesn't capitulate; just keeps staring at you expectantly, eyebrows raised and head thrust forward as if to say: Well?

"F-Fuck you!"  you bite out, more tears coming. You pull your legs off his lap and as far up as they will go towards your chest with your belly in the way. Your sobs aren't controlled, they don't even sound like you. There's a rational part of you buried deep inside that knows this.

Five scoffs, folds his arms and turns his head away, one knee jogging up and down. Eventually, when you just carry on crying, he speaks in clipped tones:

"You know I love you. And you think I'm so shallow that I'd stop wanting you because your body carried my kid? I'm not an idiot. I know bodies change. Hell, I know what I look like naked in my late fifties and that sure as hell ain't pretty." 

He rubs at his tired eyes and breathes out slowly. When he speaks again, his voice is softer.

"Come on now, stop crying."

"I-I-I" you stammer out, too breathless and too overwrought to form your roiling insecurity into a sentence.

"I know. I'm sorry I yelled. I'm just...so tired. Come on. I overreacted. I guess that wasn't really about me, was it?"

Your sobs abate to a small degree as you shake your head. He continues as he eases your legs back onto his lap:

"For the record, I'm not going to stop wanting you, but I get that you're scared about everything coming up. If anyone should know about your body changing in ways outside your control, it's me. You'll heal, dearest. Anything that changes...you get used to it. And maybe you even grow to like it."

You sniffle, soothed by his warm touch,

"It's not the same," you mumble, as his hand moves to the stretched skin of your belly.

“I know. But how about later I’ll show you how hot I find you right now? Only, just promise me you won’t cry, because that is a turn-off.”

You give a shaky laugh as he begins to massage your ankles. It feels nice. You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh. He moves to the arches of your feet, adeptly kneading tension away. This draws a little moan.

“That sounds good.”

 You nod in reply as the baby shifts suddenly inside you. They've been giving little flutters throughout the conversation with him.

“Baby can hear you,” you grin, “recognizes your voice.”

“Yeah?” he forgets your feet and lays both hands on your stomach, “hey little one…you in there?”

He beams at you as he feels your skin shift beneath his fingers, eyes shining in a way uncommon to him. He looks boyish again.

“There it is…wow. Hello in there. Listen junior, you gotta stop with the portals- it’s a real pain in the ass.”

He kneels on the floor beside you, placing his ear on your belly.

“You’d better be the sweetest kid when you come out of there; Daddy's gonna have to get a vasectomy because of you. Yes he is. Shit- there it is again!” he looks at you, indicating the ripple on your skin where he can see the imprint of a  tiny limb.

“Try singing.” you suggest.

He looks nonplussed for a second, and then turns his lips to your stomach.

“On a dark desert highway, Cool wind in my hair,”

He lets out a little breathy laugh as the baby moves again, responding to his voice.

“Warm smell of colitas, Rising up through the air…”

He sings as much as he remembers, laughing a little every time the baby moves. His warm breath and low, deep voice lull you to sleep.

When you wake, it's full dark outside. You know he climbed back onto the couch beside you and you think he slept too, but now he’s in the armchair, elbows on his spread knees and head in hands.

“I don’t know how long we can go on like this.”

You discussed and revolved situation again and again. The more the baby grew, the stronger the portals became and the more Five struggled to contain them. What was more, you started to feel immense stomach pain every time one happened. It felt as if the baby was about to burst from your body, Alien-style, or else your uterus collapse in on itself.

As the months went on, the episodes became almost unbearable. Once, the skin on your swollen stomach tore and bled as it was stretched by immense pressure within. When Five finally got that one under control, he sat down next to you and held you as you cried.

Every episode left you both exhausted and you could tell the effort of closing them was taking a real toll on him; mentally as well as physically. The snow, so charming when you’d first got here was now just something else to make this situation more intense, to make you feel more isolated from the rest of the world.

“You were right. We can’t go on like this.” you murmured one night, lying up against him while he held an ice pack to your stinging stomach. 

"We just need to hold on until the portals stop. Once the baby's brain is developed enough."

"But it's getting worse, Five. I'm not going to be able to carry to term if they keep getting stronger."

He rested his other hand on your stomach and stayed like that for a while, clearly thinking hard.

“You’re nearly thirty weeks. If we can manage until then, the baby has a really good chance. Once they’re out, I don’t think this will happen anymore. I think it’s partly a reaction to my powers- our powers-” he pats your stomach, “being incompatible with pregnancy in a typical woman.”

“Are you talking about having me induced?”

“Yes.”

“But…” you thought about this, “The plan was to wait it out here for a natural birth. We can’t risk going to a hospital. The strength the portals are getting, someone might be sucked in before you can work out how to counteract them.”

"We'll have to risk it."

"No Five. I'm not having someone else's death on my conscience. It has to be here."

His lips pursed and eyebrows contracted, doubtfully.

"Then...I find one OB-GYN and bring them here."

"You mean kidnap an OB-GYN and put them in danger? No Five. Remember Sarah?"

He did. Since the JUICED incident, her terrified face had recurred to him in ways none of his other victims had.

"Okay." he'd sighed, "I don't suppose you got any OB-GYN friends we could ask?" 

"No," you laughed, "Only linguists, chemists and a philosopher who does a shitload of benzo."

He laughed too before falling into a reverie. He repositioned the ice pack and drummed his fingers on it a little.

“I suppose I could try.”

You looked up at him, “try what?”

“To induce you, here. I know the rudiments, and with a bit of research I think I’d have a good chance.”

“’Chance’ isn’t exactly a reassuring word, Five.”

“You have a point…but I think you both might die if this goes on for much longer.”

You sat there for a while, realizing that there was no good way out of this. Finally, you came to a decision.

“My body isn’t coping, is it?”

And so, you decided.

In the lead up to your thirtieth week of pregnancy, Five studies fiercely using an old laptop he'd found in a closet- presumably something Klaus picked up on his travels. Together, you absorb as many birth and obstetrics resources as you can find, reading paper after paper on induction methods, risks and the care of babies born ten weeks premature.

The cabin's internet is patchy, but good enough. Five had worked as hard as possible to hide the laptop's information from any Commission field agents on the lookout, accessing a complex TOR network via the best VPN he could find...as much as he tries to convince himself of the opposite, part of him knows they're not coming. It makes his stomach squirm every time he allows himself to think it.

Between you, you form a plan: a hormonal pessary would be used to dilate your cervix. This achieved, Five would rupture the membranes behind the dilated cervix, breaking your waters. From this point, a natural birth should follow. After birth, the premature baby stowed safely in a portable incubator, he would them transport you both to the small, rural hospital nearby for some proper post-natal and NICU care.

To this end, Five had risked contacting his family via the laptop and provided them with this 'shopping list'. It was good to hear Klaus and Lila's voices: they had agreed to committing this targeted thievery with enthusiasm and had contacted you in no more than two days to report that they’d been successful.

“We got you a full maternity unit.” says Lila, grinning proudly over the video call.

“It’s the one type of drug use I don’t know much about.", explains Klaus, "but there was this nice doctor ghost guy who helped. He told me that I better take some synthetic oxytocin too; because then if the...contractions don’t start after breaking the waters, you stick 1 ml of it into your thigh and it gets you all...ready to rumble.

He winces at the idea.

“How’s Santi?” you ask.

“He already told Alyssa and Anthony how he grew back a whole arm. It’s his favorite story,” says Lila, rolling her eyes, “there goes keeping his powers on the down-low. Every time anyone in the class gets a grazed knee or a sniffle he cures it. Like he's Jesus Christ of the fuckin' playground."

You laugh and 'aww' over this, but Five only smiles in acknowledgment before returning to business:

“We need to work out how we’re going to do the handover. You can’t come near us but we need to stick together in case another portal erupts.”

“Ok, but be warned, there’s a shitload of stuff."

“Yeah, everyone’s going a little crazy, " Klaus chuckles, "Sloane put together a Mom-to-be care package and I had to stop Luther setting you up a registry at Target. Viktor got you twelve weeks of baby Mozart classes.”

You're touched by this, putting a hand to your chest, but Five just scoffs.

“Like you can talk?” says Lila, raising an eyebrow, “I seem to remember when Santi was born you got him a book called Quantum Physics for Babies”

Five smiles reminiscently, “Guess I did. I suppose I was just worried he’d turn out like you guys.”

“I’ve not missed you.” Lila replies.

“Likewise.”

The handover is today. To keep everybody safe, the plan was for Klaus to pull up beside the tree-lined dirt road just off the county highway: this was the nearest he could get without encountering roads made totally impassable by snow. After he had retreated to a safe distance, you and Five would approach on the Snowcat, under the cover of the trees, pick up the package and drive back.

“OH MY GOD YOU’RE HUGE!" he yells as Five assists you down from the vehicle.

Either not noticing or ignoring Five's wild gesticulations for quiet, he continues. 

"I MEAN GOOD HUGE; SEXY HUGE. YOU'RE LIKE THAT KLIMT PAINTING."

“SHUT UP KLAUS!” Five whisper-yells as you wave back at him, unzipping your coat to show him the swell of your stomach.

Ninety feet away, Klaus exaggeratedly zips his mouth closed and blows you a kiss. Then, waving one more time, he gets into the car beside him, turns round and drives off back down the road, waving out of the open window.

“Idiot,” mutters Five, squinting into the trees, reassuring himself that you really are alone. When he’s satisfied, he turns back to the huge crate and attempts to lift it into the back of the Snowcat, “Holy shit, what’s in here?”

He waves you away as you try to help.

“You can’t be lifting things in your condition.”

He manages to lever it up with a little noise of effort.

“Let’s-”

And then immense pain deep inside: unraveling, magnetic force pulling. You give a strangled yell as your knees give out and you fall to the forest floor.

“Five!”

Another gulping blue void. Energy like the flow of water rippling in on itself and self-perpetuates like an alternator, using its own inward force. You don’t see this, you can only screw up your eyes against the pain. You hear him drop the box unceremoniously onto the back of the vehicle and set his feet more firmly in the snow.

“It’s ok: hold on!”

You’re writhing on the floor, breathing only in squeals of pain and face contorting as if pulled by a harsh drawstring. He has to concentrate: just feel the resonance and counteract it. The trees around you creak, towering pines rustling and bending slightly towards the portal in their midst. He feels his feet slide a little.

“Help me!”

He forces down the panic and sympathy that rise to his chest at your cry, closing his eyes and focusing on nothing but the feel of the portal against his outstretched fingertips- the fractured nonsense behind its eruption. He shuts the door firmly against your yells, searching for the cool detachment he uses when he needs to kill. He has to feel nothing. No empathy.

But your shrieks worm their way under his mental door. They work their way between the hinges and through the keyhole. They pull at him like tendrils, his stomach clenching in spite of himself.

“I’m working on it. It’s okay, dear one.”

This has to be dying. You hold your swollen belly as if it will help, as if your uterus won’t rip out of your body and be consumed, leaving exposed organs and an eviscerated, hopelessly destroyed body behind. He grunts with effort somewhere behind you, manipulating his power to counteract the baby’s. But it’s no good. It’s no good. With what feels like the last of your strength, you scream out:

“I love you!”

He doesn’t reply. He can feel sweat coursing down his face, his teeth gritted and veins standing out on his flexing and shaking fingers.

And then he finds it: he conceptualizes it like a lock. He focuses all his power on finding the oppositional frequency and creating a ‘key’. He lets it overtake him, finally finding the emotionless logic he needs. With a final yell, muffled by the snow, he draws his arms together and the portal dispels.

You’re conscious, stirring weakly and still whimpering. He wills his body towards you: it’s like he’s feeling too much air resistance; as if he’s moving through time as it reverses. Despite the exhaustion, he scoops you up with a roar of effort and staggers back to the Snowcat, depositing you in the cab.

“I love you too. You’re going to be ok.”

He unzips your coat, lifts your layers of clothing and inspects your belly. The skin has torn again, more deeply this time. He runs his hand over the rest of your bump and feels the baby moving inside. It reassures him. Standing on the tread of the Snowcat, leaning through the door, he rests his head on your thumping chest and allows himself a second’s respite.

"I think we need to use this stuff today.”

“Yes.” you breathe.

“We need to sleep, but then we’ll do it.”

“Okay.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

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[alfairy]

I really want Mike and Abby to take the animatronics home at the end of the movie just because i keep thinking about the shenanigans they’d all get into

Like I just keep imagining this scene but it’s Abby and Foxy

[paigelts05]

I have a FNAF theory, and I wish to share a compendium of all of it's evidence and logic with you.

That theory is TalesVRWorld!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/13uEGSQ0DJQHxxYO1vbchTEBDibKXYKb9w0jZMBKOQ90/edit?usp=sharing

It's not my boldest theory (that would be my theory that FNAF 4 was a series of digital conciseness transfer experiments), and it's not my most on-point prediction (that would be multiple locations), and it's certainly not my most "Paige Wins by Doing Nothing" theory (that would be FNAF AR is in 2020 and Movie Mike is a Schmidt and NOT an Afton). BUT it is the one that I've had to put the most evidence in to support it, and you know what? It's pretty solid!

My AU uses this theory, as I initially made the theory after hearing Dawko's tales summary of Under Construction, and I actually turned the concept of Tales taking place in a VR environment into a major plot point in my AU in order for it to not mess with my own plans for the megaplex. That rolled into me realising that everything in tales DOES in fact make more sense if it all took place within a VR Environment that was created by Fazbear Entertainment. Setting Tales in a Faz Ent run VR Environment keeps tales within the world of the games, and it in and of itself answers many lore questions, so it fits the criteria for the only things that have been confirmed regarding how tales links to the games.

Those aforementioned 'links' are that some marketing makes the claim that it's in the world of the newest FNAF games (could mean SB era, could mean the Freddy in Space trilogy because 57 > 9 and Freddy in space is FNAF 57), and that it answers questions about the lore (and what I want to know is how Faz Ent got back on its feet after FNAF 6, and TalesVRWorld - before you look into everything else it solves - solves this with "with a lot of trial and error in the background where nobody could cause them real financial harm for their mistakes"). And with those two boxes ticked, that puts TalesVRWorld in the running for being a theory that could be canon.

Important note: The compendium is very unfinished. It's a Work In Progress, but I'm working on it!

And the most important bit: I made this compendium so that anyone and everyone can use this theory! For their own theories! For their AUs! So they don't feel as if they're using somebody else's AU if they want to incorporate the idea of Tales taking place in a Faz Ent run VR environment into their own AU, because now they can! Because it's not purely an AU idea, but a full-blown theory!

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

My Nerevarine Alvivecia is a necromancer.

Her boyfriend, Oromis aka new Sheogorath was in the Cyrodiil Mages Guild, so he completed that quest line before going to the Shivering Isles.

Yeah, they kinda break up after she absconds to Akavir and he mantles a Daedric Prince, but wouldn't it be ever so much funnier if like, Oromis killed Mannimarco the lich, only for his ex-girlfriend, an immortal necromancer, to move on with Mannimarco the god?

[heatherfield]

you are so close to convincing me to watch ouat

(also hi beloved mutual 💕)

Eeee hello beloved mutual! 🥰🥰🥰

I don't know if I should apologize or tell you to run while you still can or give you the final push to join in the craziness that is Once Upon a Time.

It is ridiculous but it's fun and might also break your heart at times.... and there's literally a blorbo (or five) for everyone! (And so many shipping possibilities, canon and non-canon, if that's your thing.)

It's a show that's so dear to my heart for better or worse and even though I couldn't recommend it to everyone, it's definitely worth a watch if you're interested!!

[kihaku-gato]

Oops sorry/not-sorry, once I discovered there was an artist that is extremely enthusiastic about Namari I blacked out and when I came to I had reblogged all the Namari I could see

[prettyoungthriller]

really grainy gifs from the dirty diana mv

[daincrediblegg]

dain cancel saltburn i have insane news. joker 2 trailer

I wanted to hate this. I wanted to hate this so bad. But I might not. And this troubles me.

[idlesuperstar]

I posted 100 times in 2022

That's 5 more posts than 2021!

28 posts created (28%)

72 posts reblogged (72%)

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I tagged 100 of my posts in 2022

#my wee gifs - 50 posts

#birthday boy - 15 posts

#roger livesey - 5 posts

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#it's a testament to how good these books are that jackson has no redeeming features like not a one and you still want to read them

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