#nutkick

[groinattack3]

Teen Titans Ballbusting

[csjones5]

Dog attacks the dad’s crotch. (Evan Almighty)

[lokibrainrot]

I hAD an SMART THOUGHT ABOUT CAP

Is it the personification of the speaker voice(s) or the ship voice??? Ouuug I've only just seen all this art of Cap but I have so many thoughts in my dome about it already

Technically, if the personification took the voice from an old ship and placed it in itself, then yea :o)

[koukaaa-descent]

I closed tumblr for like an hour to work on something and came back to 40+ notifs Hello..

[koukaaa-descent]

WHAT GHI HELLO . HELLO HLELLO HELLO ??!?!!?!!?‽??!?!‽‽‽

I love Lamp (shitty WIP of @koukaaa-descent's Masked Jester OC, will finish later we NEED to sleep)

Also this is rebloggable <3

[di-diwata]

My gift for @nutkick for the @mcyt-yaoi-exchange :D

Have a Tazoh and Wenzo napping, I hope you like it! (hopefully tumblr hasn't butchered the quality)

more info under the cut!

So! This was meant to be a lot more shippy then it actully is. Turns out i can not draw kissing (shoker)

I did spend a couple weeks trying to find ideas; originally i was going to write a fic but i could never get their voices correct and kept giving up. So one night (about half an hour before i went to bed) i created a quick sketch:

It ended up being messy (and needed adjustments) but it was something. It was actually based off of Tazhos video 'I Tortured my Friends Pet (in minecraft)'. The cherry forest and statues he built inspired me a bit :D

The next day i sat done and churned this out :D

I first added Tazoh and Wenzo in

I'd like to note that i'd already spent some time a couple days earlier drawing their designs (including making a pintrest board for Wenzo)!

It didn't take long for me to draw both of them, although it took a lot of layers lol. and then i added in the background (which you can see on the main image but i have another)

I've never actually done a background before, so this was very fun. I really enjoyed drawing the Clyde statue (the date on there is the data the video was published *i think*)

And yeah, thats it! my first time drawing Outcasts and i think it went alright :D I really hope you liked it.

Here's some more related arts:

A close up of Tazoh and Wenzo

and drawings from when i was trying to figure out how to draw them!

[guest666-art]

My toys my touys

Yes my main sona doesn’t need a helmet bc why would an eldritch shapeshifter need it?

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Uhhhh again inspector from @ballcrusher74 and doc @wesblr (FUCK YOU FOR ASSIGNING ME NUTKICKER)

[tak466]

if i remember correctly you originally intended LWL's endgame to be larry/apple, but found that the (incredible and correct) speedy/side/larry polycule worked out a lot better in the end. how would LWL have ended if you didn't change your mind? 👀 - @nutkick

Good recollection.

So if I would have stuck to those guns, Sidearms and Speedy wouldn't have asked him to get together, and instead that conversation in the last chapter would have been about finding out how to get Apple back. One of them would have suggested talking to Ozza since he was in town, and they both would be on board with keeping Apple around. After all, she was their friend too.

Cue the ending at the station, with a minor conversation with Elaina about a date after the show.

The coffee shop conversation would have been a lot similar, but instead of Larry mentioning Side and Speedy when Apple grabbed his hand, he would have put his other hand over hers, and the conversation would lean more flirtatious. Meanwhile, inside Speedy and Sidearms would be giving him a thumbs up, because, you know, Speedy didn't trust him to be alone for a while. (Control issues Speedy gang rise up!)

Also there would have been more scenes of Apple in EWT, because I'd want to emphasize that she was important to Speedy and Sidearms too, in the same ways that Larry was. Nothing major, just small talks here and there with the boys. Maybe a scene of Speedy talking about Side and Apple giving a look to Larry.

[youronlybean]

for the ship bingo you know i have to ask. my bias. speedy/chilled

- @nutkick

Real close to bingo here 👀 you can’t tell me that kyrchaos would not be THE most codependent relationship ever. Neither of him can function without 24/7 attention

[sneakerguybln]

I wanna get nutkicks by him and his boots.

[groinattack3]

Master Tigeress Ballbusting Split Kick

[allianettemie5]

speedy/chilled for the ship bingo (bats my eyelashes)

— @nutkick

This one is... weird

They are more bffs than bfs, except really specific situations. And, as they are both of the same craziness level and are down for shenanigans, I feel like their relationship would end in a disaster, possibly world-ending one.

[rtcusexymen]

May i ask whats 5r6c rt and mr31 rt (i think thats the number)

the first one is a western irish lads au created by @//strifesolution and @//irished-lads. The AU have a main story/fic called 5 rounds 6 cylinders in ao3, hence why it's called 5r6c. You can find more information about it in their account

Meanwhile, M31 is a cyberpunk AU created by @//fiascofoxvendingmachine and @//nutkick, which, as the name suggest, a cyberpunk au of the lads. They also have an official account named @//andromedacorp

You can also find them at #506 and #493 in the rtcu google document. Hope that helps!

[tedcicle]

icon is my own art, banner credit

follows/interacts from: @weezerlore art blog: @smittyplus youtuber blog: @nutkick ao3: nutkick

this is my minecraft youtube guy sideblog. expect to see a lot of epicsmp/sdmp, mogswamp, parkour civ, and occasionally dsmp or qsmp

more under the cut ⬇️

i also rb occasional stuff from my interests and they’re always tagged in case you need to filter anything disclaimer: i actively participate in the absolutely egregious act of making the personas of men who play minecraft kiss. if you hate fanfic you are depriving yourself of the simple joys of life (which is gay men sucking and fucking, for the record) basic dni (bigots & exclusionists) and so called dream team fans and william gold supporters. (if you still like/write/draw about the characters, i don't mind.) i'll block you if i don't want you interacting with me and i expect you to do the same. (i have memory disorder unfortunately and will probably try and refollow assuming i never hit follow lmao)

ask for my discord tag or other socials off anon!

tag guide:

#another banger post — text post tag

#brewing — liveblogging tag #interpreting the leaves — answered asks

#storm in a teacup — analysis posts, lore guides, basically text posts with effort

#look at my art boy — my art

#read my writing boy — my writing

[koukaaa-descent]

WHAT HEY HEY HEY HELLO!?!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!!? HII!!?!?!!?!?!? I'm gonna pass out the world is gettigng dark

so! there is a life before all of the tragedy, even if it's impossibly short

In the depths of space, it gets very lonely. The stars should be enough company—but they never quite filled the silence as another living thing could.

Indigo is staring at the bottom of the bunk above. He is contemplating something that he should not be contemplating. A low warble echoes into the quiet, low and hardly audible, the little creature that made the sound having just woken up. Again.

He tries to blink the exhaustion out of his eyes, but it hardly works. Indigo yawns, jaws opening wide and baring every single sharp tooth to nobody at all. It's only been three days caring for this little thing, and he's exhausted. There were only so many times that one could wake up ten minutes into a nap before sleep stopped having meaning. Crawling his way out of the stiff bed, Indigo limply falls onto the cold steel floor instead.

A thin, helpless chirrup goes gently into the quiet. In some odd way, it echoes through him, pressing against every bone and organ inside of his body with an insistence he could not yet recognize.

Indigo drags himself upright, blinking hard to clear the spots from his eyes. Bundled in the bunk just above his own is a little creature, marked by his presence. Changed, perhaps. Dark skin spattered with his namesake. Eyes still squinted-shut, talons still underdeveloped. Unable to even crawl.

And yet.

"You have no business having so much energy," Indigo rasps, half-baffled by its restless form. It makes soft, snuffly little sounds, thick with something that Indigo had no name for. He can barely see the dull glow of its scrunched eyes, brief and fleeting.

At the sound of his voice, the little beast finds it in itself to throw its head back and let out a plaintative croak, clearly hungry. "You have no reason," Indigo repeats again, not even irritated.

Figuring out how to butcher the wildlife on Vow was an interesting experience, sure. Storing the meat on the ship was a whole other ordeal that Indigo does not want to think about. Three hours spent contemplating and planning only to learn that there was a refrigerated compartment in the wall near the bunks. Three.

He crouches down to crack the fridge open, staring at the amount of meat left inside. He should really consider seeing if the Company sells bags. The amount of blood pooling inside is... decidedly not very sanitary. Indigo had tried to drink it at one point, but, well, it started clotting. Nobody ever wants to drink clotted blood.

Getting a soaked towel and throwing it outside when there's dogs is the closest thing to useful as the blood-puddle can get, honestly.

Indigo has been staring at the raw meat piled inside of his mini-fridge for at least a minute. The little beast croaks more insistently this time, growing impatient. He closes his eyes and tries not to give in to the strange sense of melancholy the sound makes him feel. There would be time to contemplate his emotions later.

The meat is ice cold in his hands, perfectly preserved. Indigo debates with himself as to whether or not he wants a snack as well, but eventually tells himself that he can eat the next time he lands on Vow or March. Both have enough wildlife for any purpose.

Idly, Indigo holds the strip of flesh above his little beast's hooked beak, resigned to the inevitable. As usual, it darts out and swallows most of the gore in one quick snap. It also happens to latch onto his hand and pierce the skin. Again.

Just as it has, already a dozen times before.

Just as it will, a thousand times more.

(He's going to lose a finger at this rate.)

[cmoroneybooks]

Drinking bubbly in celebration of the death of a corrupt, hateful, pedo piece of shit Cardinal George Pell. My only regret is that I was not given the honor of nutkicking him out of this life. Enjoy that warm weather Georgie, hell has been waiting for you.