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taxiderby · 11 months ago
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Hardest
(Go play Cobalt Core you little—!!!)
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fly-sky-high-arts · 3 months ago
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A little Skurry fanart, based on their Cobalt Core stream!
Edit: Added another version that's closer to the original colors!
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myvinylplaylist · 1 year ago
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Rob Zombie: Living Dead Girl CD Single (1999)
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Illustrations by Rob Zombie
Geffen Records
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str8aura-no-not-that-one · 27 days ago
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It is with a heavy heart I announce the passing of my beloved dog and companion, Riggs. There was no prolonged battle, no extended suffering, he was put down within the day of his fatal complications being discovered. He was again and again as reliable and faithful a friend as any woman could ask for. He loved me to the end. I don't think he ever wanted for a day in his life. I'm going to miss him terribly.
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fanelectricboogieloo · 9 months ago
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balatro fanart dump.
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reliablegal · 1 year ago
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Love this little gremlin
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yourlastbraincell-kiwi · 6 months ago
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“Dance With Me.”
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Synopsis: Chan was doing a charity stream, but with (Y/N). And the game you picked, is sure to have both of you, feeling hot and bothered..
Pairing: Chandler Riggs x Reader
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I walk out of the room, switch in-hand, and went to set it up in the living room, before telling Chan he could come in and get the stream settled out here.
I go to the kitchen to grab two water bottles and set it on the table. Chan looking at me, a confused look on his face. “What’s this for?”
“Just in case you’re thirsty. I was just going to grab one, but I felt like being nice.”
“Well, thank you.” He said, kissing my cheek, to show his gratitude, then went back to making sure everything was okay, with the stream.
Making sure the chat could hear us, and that they could what my switch was displaying, and making sure it wasn’t laggy, in general.
After triple checking with the chat and another tab with his stream pulled up, it was smooth sailing from there and he took a seat on the couch next to me.
“So, what game did you have in mind?”
“I’m gonna show ya, but you gotta close your eyes.”
“Why do I need to?”
“Just do it.” I put my hand over his eyes, before slowly lifting my hand up, to reveal his closed eyes.
I grab one of the joy-cons and go to the game. I let it load up, before telling him or the game let him know exactly what it was, when you hear the announcers say ‘Just Dance,’ lowly followed by the music. And Chan was quick to open his eyes.
“No..” I nod my head, ‘yes,’ as he leans his head back with an audible groan, and I laugh going over to read that chat, coming across one comment that said ‘I think she broke Chan.’
“Yeah, I think so too. I think I did break him, but he did say I could pick the game, so it’s kinda his fault.” I motion to Chan, as he lifts his head up.
“Are we really playing this?”
“Yes! We are. Why do you hate this game so much?”
“I don’t hate it, I just know that you’re going to win every time, cause you play this game so much.”
“So, you’re a sore loser?”
“I’m not a sore loser.” He said, getting defensive. “Sounds like something a sore loser would say.” I say, drinking some of my water, eyeing him over the bottle.
“Alright, you know what? Fine. I’ll play this and I will beat you at your own game.”
“Big talk for someone who was just throwing a hissy fit.” I turn away from him and press A, while we were going back and forth, the music kept playing and was getting extremely irritating.
“Here.” I hand him the joy-con. “You pick the first song.”
“Gladly.” He skims through the songs before landing one I’ve played once or twice, before clicking on it.
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hyenate · 11 months ago
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Did some more experimentation with 3d modeling. I've really been enjoying Cobalt Core lately, so here's a quick render of Riggs!
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sticklordy · 11 months ago
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Riggs doodles
Took a lil break yesterday to doodle Riggs (and a single Soggins) from Cobalt Core~
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dusk-army-blog · 10 months ago
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pulpsandcomics2 · 3 months ago
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Lethal Weapon - Riggs and Murtaugh by Joe Vetoe
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str8aura-no-not-that-one · 5 months ago
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This is my favorite picture of riggs
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roughridingrednecks · 10 months ago
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Dirty Riggs in West Virginia
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sunnytapioca · 5 months ago
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Worked so fricken hard on this and I’m brainrotting them. I ship them so hard my favorite ship
Sunny + Riggs= Rinny
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
ALSO RIGGS IS NOT MY OC(i designed it) BUT HES @belovedarii OC HEHEHEHEH 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 RINNY!!!!
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reliablegal · 1 year ago
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She’s certified (canon)
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smutinlove · 1 year ago
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You were my light (Part 2)
Carl Grimes x Reader
Warnings: A bit angsty, tiny bit of fighting, arguing, carl being a jackass, panic attack, description of panic attack
☽ Author's note☾ Yay! Part 2 is here bitches! And surprisingly it didn't take ten years lmao. Omg. So like this is very depressing. Read at your own risk. Take a damn look at the warnings. ESPECIALLY THE ONES IN ITALICS. DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.
Thank you for reading! Reblogs, likes, and comments are very much appreciated!
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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Summary - The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.
❝ The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away ❞
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You hated that motherless son of a bitch. He was so annoying, smug, and just an asshole in general. Which made you want to kill Carl even more.
Every day, at six in the morning, he'd storm inside your prison and throw a plate of expired food at you, punch you in the face, and then lock you inside. Every. Fucking. Day.
Oh, and that was just the beginning, sometimes he'd feed you dog food.
You were sitting in the same chair, but this time there was a table in front of you. Cause, "Carl is so... nice." You heard the door unlock, expecting it to be Carl.
You said, "Come to feed me more dog food, Carl?" You laughed.
But you were surprisingly wrong. It was a man who looked a lot like Carl. And you most definitely knew this man. "Rick?" You questioned.
"He's been feeding you dog food?!" He asked furiously. You nodded.
He let out a breathy laugh. "I told him not to do that."
"So, you're Negan's daughter. I remember you. I remember that day."
'Negan's daughter.' God, it hurt so fucking bad. Everyone called you 'Negan's daughter.' Of course, sure, the Alexandrians probably didn't even know who you were, but it was the fact that most of your father's minions called you 'The boss' daughter' or 'Negan's daughter.'
"Yeah, I remember you too, Rick. I saw it. How scared you all were. And when my dad killed that Chinaman and that red-headed fool, I felt nothing. So, if that's what you wanna talk about, then done." You said bitterly.
Rick stared at you with a blank expression before moving closer to you. "He's Korean! And his name was Glenn, Glenn Rhee. And that red-headed fool's name was Abraham Ford! And YOU don't get to talk about them like that," he yelled.
He crossed his arms and leaned back against a dirty wall.
"We'll let you stay here. In Alexandria. Just listen to us. Answer what we want you to." You frowned. "Why should I? Huh?"
"You won't survive another minute out there. Carl saved you! We saved you," he shouted. "No! He kidnapped me. He didn't save me at all. And neither did you."
You sighed, "So stop. Just stop, Rick Grimes. You're not helping. I don't wanna stay in this garbage community. It's repulsing!"
"Tell me if you change your mind. Until then, we won't let you out. Not today, not tomorrow."
"How about the day after tomorrow?"
He chuckled but didn't speak any further. He left, locking the door after.
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You were getting bored of staring at the same grey walls. "Fuck!" You shouted.
You grabbed your chair and threw it at the wall, which did not make a difference as the chair instead broke.
You laughed and threw your head back. Of course, it had to break.
And now your back was against the cold floor, you brought your knees up to your chest. "Happy, happy, happy..." You whispered to yourself.
"Daddy loves you, Y/N."
"No, no. Stop..." You cried out.
Blood, sweat, tears, starve.
Jokes, money, friends, gone. Dead.
Around, soaked gown, cry, scream.
You're on your own, kid.
You always have been.
Face it. Face it. Tell them. Tell them you're—
"Stop! No. Stop, I can't—" You're heart was racing, and sweat dripped down your forehead, maybe you were dying, you were too young, your hands were trembling, "No, no—" You couldn't breathe, it only meant one thing.
"No! Stop, no. No! Stop it!" You screamed over and over.
"Daddy loves you, Y/N."
"No, you don't!" You yelled repeatedly.
You blinked rapidly, but you felt like giving in. Sleep, die. Sleep, die. Sleep, die.
You heard the door open, or maybe it was your imagination. Yeah, that's it. Right? Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing special.
You were a fucked up little girl.
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"She's waking up! Doc," You tried sitting up, but someone stopped you. "Hey, take it easy, sweetheart."
What even happened? I don't know...
What?
You looked around the room. You were in a rather uncomfortable bed. The walls were painted a disgusting shade of green.
"No," you groaned. Your eyes were met with another. A singular blue eye. Fuck, it's him. "Damnit, it's—"
"—Me. Surprised, Y/N?" He chuckled.
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So, you had a panic attack. It was not much of a surprise to you, but it was to Carl. "Wow, I knew you were fucked up in the head, but panic attacks too?"
You felt a bit ashamed. So much was done for you, and you didn't even deserve all this 'protection and care.' "Just cause you're a total mess doesn't mean I immediately care about you. I hate you." He confessed. You smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" He asked curiously.
You grabbed the glass vase. It was to your right. You jammed it in Carl's arm, making him scream in pain and fall back. "You fucking bitch!"
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Part 3?
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