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[ph-cutie]

Ik its more popular to draw the characters based on their portait images but harrys portrait vs his side profile annoys me so much Give him that nose cartilage back

[sinfultaximan]

majestic thing I saw in the arcade

[youchewnet]

[mad-doodle-disease]

//spoilers for last post (a love this deep)

[max1461]

[gggoldfinch]

The Northman (2022)

[youchewnet]

FUCK everythgin we are fully embracing car brain i dont care anymore ahahhhhhhhh

Final Form Unlocked

[aresenik]

happy 413 nepeta is indeed the best character

[terezis-gucci-red-crocs-blog]

[ph-cutie]

Some guy on one of my posts said theyd want to see the 3d models tpose spinning and I realized i want that too. maybe ill make a couple others spin someday as well

the other ones

[apoptosync]

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING

[scooblee]

[oh hey, I actually encountered this one in the wild.]

[youchewnet]

[wtforkingshirtballs]

Reblog and put in the tags which year has treated you better: 2020 or 2021 

[mad-doodle-disease]

a love this deep

tumbles took one last glance at his gun sitting on the table, before deciding to look around. when else was he going to get the chance to walk around a cute little house made by hand? certainly not anytime soon, considering the apocalypse. it was a very cute little makeshift home, pictures in photographs, half-wilted yet still pretty plants, paintings "borrowed" from other abandoned shops, trinkets. it seemed untouched by the chaos and havoc that went on outside, as if it existed in it's own little pocket dimension. it was so lovely.

but as tumbles continued deeper and deeper into the house, the odd smell he noticed before became more and more prevalent. less like an odd smelling candle, more... tumbles brain blocked it out. it was probably nothing, the general good vibes from this home couldn't shield it from EVERYTHING going on outside. maybe the original owner died in here and flint just wasn't able to get the smell out. but, damn, it was potent.

the smell got noticeably bad near a trap door on the ground though. curiosity got the better of tumbles... what died down there? smelled like a fucking animal or something. he kicked it open, the stench immediately overwhelming him.

tumbles: oh, cog! what the hell, maaan!?

tumbles began to walk down into the cellar, starting to believe something was up. that fucking smell, man. it didn't just smell like something only DIED in there, but was currently rotting. fuck, it smelled like a ton of things were rotting. tumbles got to the bottom of the staircase, fishing his flashlight out of his backpack. immediately once turning it on, he immediately regretted it.

short green skelecog, suit c based on the build, laid in an awkward position, mouth agape in a permanent expression of horror. tumbles immediately screamed, pointing the flashlight up to try to not look at sight anymore. bad choice, absolutely horrible choice, there were more. another skelecog, blue, suit a?? very toon shaped skeletons too. horrible. horrible horrible horrible. tumbles barely got a look at the, uh, other figure in the basement before immediately bolting back up the stairs. pupils dilated to the point of resembling milky white boba pearls, on it's hands and... knees?? were those knees?? the fucking legs... they looked so fucked up. the fucking hair THE FUCKING FACE. was that even a cog??? what the HELL WAS THAT?!!?

tumbles: FLINT!! FLINT!! HELP, THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE BASEMENT THERE'S SOMETHING IN YOUR BASEMENT!!

the kiwi tried to reach for his gun holstered on his hip as he ran up the steps, intending to fire at whatever that goddamn thing was if it tried to scramble after him. he wouldn't just let another very obviously dangerous infected cog just stay alive, he wouldn't just run away again, he was going to be a- SHIT.

tumbles: THE GUN!!

tumbles immediately remembered that he left the gun on the table in the living room, believing it to be an incredibly safe area. his heart sank. but that was okay! he was bursting from the basement now! he could already see a buff blur of orange/red standing near the trap door! tumbles was going to okay!!!

tumbles: FLINT-! GET TH-

flint already had the gun.

and then everything was nothing.

END OF TUMBLES POV

NEXT

[max1461]

obviously