#ponpox

[swans-in-the-sea]

[Profile pic by @ponpox]

Alright y'all, the kids made me get tumblr and told me to make an introduction post?

I'm Swansea.

I'm a guy.

I'm 52 years old. God I'm old.

I'm 15 years sober. This shitty company makes me want to drink.

I love my wife and kids.

I'm a mechanic on Pony Express's Tulpar Freighter Ship. Budget cuts make my job a living hell.

I probably wont post much, but feel free to ask me questions.

[ooc note below the cut]

Anything ooc will be [in brackets like this]

Swansea's thoughts will be in orange italicized smalltext.

I'll probably do something with colors for each of the other characters if I refer to them, Daisuke in pink, anya in purple, Jimmy in green, curly in red, and Swansea's wife in blue.

Currently pre/early-game, first month or two of the journey.

DO'S AND DON'TS FOR INTERACTING

-Don't say anything romantic, DEFINITELY not anything sexual, mod is a minor and Swansea is married

-do send art!!

-really just don't be gross

-if you want to be one of the main crew members I interact with, send an ask or reblog! Open to OCs too, especially extra interns

Tags:

#Swan answers - answering asks

#swan speaks - Swansea yapping

#ooc - ooc/mod updates

#event in rp - post of a big event or something that happens

#rp convo - conversation between characters

If I think of anything else I'll add to this post

[nartothelar]

I’m a bit late but happy birthday @ponpox! Love your aus, especially the cat cryptid Aizawa au, and art and I hope your b day was rad!

[jibabys]

@ponpox

YES oh my god it broke my goddamn heart I cried like a baby!!!! How am I supposed to just move on from that???

you dont, you just drop it all togther

[littledudeholland]

Hdhsjshsyssyjsgsjsnshs

Thank you so much!!!

@wolfsune09, @analog-cottage-gore, @apollos-boyfriend, @thelilnan, @tgcg, @octever, @ohmeiios, @ponpox, @pastabaguette, @dani-kon, @finny-panda, @g0reoz, @gumpoid, @grayjestera, @hfhmjfyuhgtygh, @kiyopa, @calware, @conceptofjoy, @velveteen-vampire, @browserbug, @mason-ajar

You guys always make my day!!! (Sorry if the tagging is annoying I just wanted to let you know I like you :] )

@ollie-arts67 @thebritishdragon @lemonboywriter @daydreamnightshade @monsterartt @ashmeertheimp @bl0si @oddlyvoid @echofall @lemonboywriter @lost-terrorzz @psychoaddison @dynamicsimp @pittdpeaches @keykittygirl @kyri45 @peasantflour @all my moots :3

Idc if I dropped this in your ask box yet :3

[saltywithsarcasm]

Please do not repost or edit my art; Thank you!

I was watching Markiplier play fnaf and it got me in the mood to draw @ponpox’s au; I like to think that animictronic likes to be the center of Security!Aizawa’s attention.

[loudbitchsyndrome]

Yooooo what is up you guys!! @ponpox and I have been working hard on their FNAF au, and now I finally have a place to put my contributions! Here’s some more of the cast, in addition to my own take on Midnight and the Mineta muffin!

[simplysnexual]

@ponpox look what came in the mail today!! I’ve never been more thrilled to put on a t shirt!!

[justkeeptrekkin]

I drew a lil somethin for the amazing perfect beautiful @ponpox , inspired by their and @ill-go-with-that-then’s Fantasy AU! Princess Hizashi and Knight Shouta are having their portrait pianted. They’re (*cough* Mic *cough*) trying very hard not to talk and mess about.

[professor-spacecakes]

Heavily inspired by @ponpox and their lovely series of drawings about Present Mic doing fashion photo shoots! ( Here and here) Honestly, I kinda couldn’t help my self. This boi’s got LEGS. FOR. DAYS. and I can’t get enough of it. You know he’d Kazaky Pose literally anywhere if a fan asked him to lmao

[mydayisalreadyruined]

Another attempt on @ponpox 's Aizawadook AU. This time ink ✒

[todorokis-left-shoe]

Finally.... My sticker army has a daddy— I mean leader.

My sticker designed by @ponpox finally arivved, as well as the other four I ordered! Just trying to build up my collection again after losing my others to whatever goes on in my storage unit :d

Here are the links:

Thicc Asszawa

Royai

Mob is the one true god

Micatiel

Thank you Ponnie ^^

[openendedquestionss]

Hey to all the people who were unable to see the story before, i'm really sorry about that. I got kicked by the Tumblr Purge and got put on explicit for a post. I un-did that on my account and if you still can't read the story I'm posting it both here and on my aother account @allthegoodshit69. I'm also gonna be posting other stories and art there but if you still can't access that then the story is posted below. Enjoy!

“It’s so cold” The child’s words kept echoing in his head. Walking down the short hallway towards the back room. A bad man was back there, he had to stop him. It was only his first night and he wasn’t about to fail saving another child. This wasn’t his first kill however he can still distantly hear the child screaming in his head to stop when the guard was chocking on his own blood, a clean chunk of his neck visibly removed and fat droplets rolling down cold metal. The child didn’t understand. He was too young to understand.

The young boy Hizashi was killed more than 20 years ago during a birthday party where the birthday child had invited her whole class. Whilst they hung out with their friends Hizashi went to go investigate the animatronics, already having a fascination in mechanics because his father worked on computers and other sound systems at major radio stations for a living. He entered the back room, it was dark however he had been taught not to be afraid, his mother had died during his birth and his father had raised him to be a ‘strong big boy’. But walking into the room he could suppress the shiver that ran down his spine at the cold draft that came from a window, too high on the wall. He continued walking into the room and suddenly it felt like ice was covering his entire body and was he was so cold…

“It’s so cold.” The whirring of the fan inside Mic’s body did nothing to sooth the child’s cries and he just had to push through to the end of the night, he knew he didn’t have much time, the man would leave soon and he couldn’t let him leave alive.

Everything went dark.

Lights were blaring in his face, a sickly, sweet song blaring from the speakers in his chest, looking around at the children below he saw a young boy with dark hair covering his face, the child was screaming for Mic to look back, begging to see his friend one more time… So he did.

After the song he was taken off stage, looking at the child caused him to break and his joints now moved freely, he could spin his arms in all directions and his legs were constantly popping out of their joints. He didn’t perform for a long time, staying behind the curtain with only the voice of the child and employees reminding children that he was ‘Out of Order’ and to stay away.

He remembered the child crying that night, but he seemed so happy and stopped complaining about the cold… for now.

Opening his eyes Mic looked around, he couldn’t have been out for more than a few minutes but he knew that if the guard had used his power that meant that they doors were open, he could get in, he could stop the cycle for another week. They always sent in day-time workers when the night guards ‘quit’ un-expectantly. The clicking of his joints as he crawled down the hall to the door, has joints protesting at the movements and crunching against each other, the guard loom at him in fear as he opened his face ready to end this cycle again.

But he stopped.

Why did he stop?

What did he do?

What did he do? Whatdidhedo? Whatdidhedo? Whatdidhedo?WhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDO

WHAT DID HE-

“It’s not cold…” He heard the child’s meek voice whisper. He felt warm, and there was a gentle hum within him as his internal sensors attempted to cool his face down, being old they didn’t stand much of a fight against the steady warmth radiating across his face from the hands holding him closed. Realising himself from his thoughts a sense of safety washed over him as he stared up at the man before him.

Dark, curly locks framed his head and speckled stubble outlined face, a calm but worried expression was held as the grip on his hands loosened but still kept a steady hold on his face plates, unsure if they were going to snap back open or not. It was like a child trying to time when the jack would pop out of the box. He felt the child possess him and let him share in the warmth of the man in front of them.

“I never told you this before, but… my favourite part of being at school was cuddling up with Shota during quiet time in the corner of the room. He leaned his head on me for a nap and I always read him stories. He was always so warm.”

Aizawa wasn’t sure what to expect when he saw the animatronic crawl though the door after he stupidly left the light on outside draining his power, but when the robot seemed to relax in his hold the last thing he expected to hear was that. The quiet, tired voice of a child he knew from so long ago but just never quite knew. He seemed so loud and friendly yet he was always so lonely during quiet time, reading to himself in the corner of the room. So when he disappeared without anyone knowing where he went he thought he would never see him again let alone hear that calm voice which he only saved for the stories they ‘read’ together. He was always to warm without Yamada around to help cool down his anger problems, he ended up scaring a lot of the kids away and was often left alone himself to stew in his own emotions.

The cool metal against his hands calmed him down though. He felt so calm in the moment and was happy to just let the gentle hums of the machine in front of his whir away. Taking in his warmth and bringing coolness to his own being.

[yiayeeeet]

Animictonic

“It’s so cold” The child’s words kept echoing in his head. Walking down the short hallway towards the back room. A bad man was back there, he had to stop him. It was only his first night and he wasn’t about to fail saving another child. This wasn’t his first kill however he can still distantly hear the child screaming in his head to stop when the guard was chocking on his own blood, a clean chunk of his neck visibly removed and fat droplets rolling down cold metal. The child didn’t understand. He was too young to understand.

The young boy Hizashi was killed more than 20 years ago during a birthday party where the birthday child had invited her whole class. Whilst they hung out with their friends Hizashi went to go investigate the animatronics, already having a fascination in mechanics because his father worked on computers and other sound systems at major radio stations for a living. He entered the back room, it was dark however he had been taught not to be afraid, his mother had died during his birth and his father had raised him to be a ‘strong big boy’. But walking into the room he could suppress the shiver that ran down his spine at the cold draft that came from a window, too high on the wall. He continued walking into the room and suddenly it felt like ice was covering his entire body and was he was so cold…

“It’s so cold.” The whirring of the fan inside Mic’s body did nothing to sooth the child’s cries and he just had to push through to the end of the night, he knew he didn’t have much time, the man would leave soon and he couldn’t let him leave alive.

Everything went dark.

Lights were blaring in his face, a sickly, sweet song blaring from the speakers in his chest, looking around at the children below he saw a young boy with dark hair covering his face, the child was screaming for Mic to look back, begging to see his friend one more time… So he did.

After the song he was taken off stage, looking at the child caused him to break and his joints now moved freely, he could spin his arms in all directions and his legs were constantly popping out of their joints. He didn’t perform for a long time, staying behind the curtain with only the voice of the child and employees reminding children that he was ‘Out of Order’ and to stay away.

He remembered the child crying that night, but he seemed so happy and stopped complaining about the cold… for now.

Opening his eyes Mic looked around, he couldn’t have been out for more than a few minutes but he knew that if the guard had used his power that meant that they doors were open, he could get in, he could stop the cycle for another week. They always sent in day-time workers when the night guards ‘quit’ un-expectantly. The clicking of his joints as he crawled down the hall to the door, has joints protesting at the movements and crunching against each other, the guard loom at him in fear as he opened his face ready to end this cycle again.

But he stopped.

Why did he stop?

What did he do?

What did he do? Whatdidhedo? Whatdidhedo? Whatdidhedo?WhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdidhedoWhatdIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDOWHATDIDHEDO

WHAT DID HE-

“It’s not cold…” He heard the child’s meek voice whisper. He felt warm, and there was a gentle hum within him as his internal sensors attempted to cool his face down, being old they didn’t stand much of a fight against the steady warmth radiating across his face from the hands holding him closed. Realising himself from his thoughts a sense of safety washed over him as he stared up at the man before him.

Dark, curly locks framed his head and speckled stubble outlined face, a calm but worried expression was held as the grip on his hands loosened but still kept a steady hold on his face plates, unsure if they were going to snap back open or not. It was like a child trying to time when the jack would pop out of the box. He felt the child possess him and let him share in the warmth of the man in front of them.

“I never told you this before, but… my favourite part of being at school was cuddling up with Shota during quiet time in the corner of the room. He leaned his head on me for a nap and I always read him stories. He was always so warm.”

Aizawa wasn’t sure what to expect when he saw the animatronic crawl though the door after he stupidly left the light on outside draining his power, but when the robot seemed to relax in his hold the last thing he expected to hear was that. The quiet, tired voice of a child he knew from so long ago but just never quite knew. He seemed so loud and friendly yet he was always so lonely during quiet time, reading to himself in the corner of the room. So when he disappeared without anyone knowing where he went he thought he would never see him again let alone hear that calm voice which he only saved for the stories they ‘read’ together. He was always to warm without Yamada around to help cool down his anger problems, he ended up scaring a lot of the kids away and was often left alone himself to stew in his own emotions.

The cool metal against his hands calmed him down though. He felt so calm in the moment and was happy to just let the gentle hums of the machine in front of his whir away. Taking in his warmth and bringing coolness to his own being.

This story was inspired by @Ponpox 's amazing au! Hope you enjoyed!!

[xpaintedladyx]

Happy Pride Month With my favorite Characters!

First up Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

I’ll update as I finish each character.

Envy’s pose was inspired by @ponpox and their great selfies. I can’t wait to do more!

Part two with Pythor from Ninjago, me in the middle and Frieza from DBZ. Asexual for us three. And again the two poses for my guys are from @ponpox

Part 3 Demisexual Drago and Genderfluid Kid Buu. I headcannon that for Buu because he’s a weird amalgamate piece of gum and can literally be whatever he wants. His pose again inspired by @ponpox.

[saltywithsarcasm]

Could you recommend any erasermic artists that you follow on here? I’m new to the fandom and need some content on my dash.

Sure thing, anon; I follow quite a few cool artists!

@corndog-patrol

@bethhankel

@furioustheowlboy

@ask-hizashi-and-shouta

@mysmuttyscribbles

@cranity

@snootee

@ponpox

@bitterfangedcon

@tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land

@blithefool

@elenimut

@happyfluids

@aliensdoodless

@rob0ti

@lisaveeee

Be sure to check them out and give them a follow!

[deggeyartblog]

Original drawing by @ponpox, see it here!!!! THEY’RE A REALLY GOOD ARTIST CHECK THEIR STUFFFFFF

Also have I ever told anybody I’ve always wanted to work on a comix team doing the inks and/or colours?? It’s just such an adventure inking somebody else’s drawing....

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