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Playing Princess
I’m still thinking about that comic I made with @whateversawesome
in my mind, every time Loid plays with Anya, he gets to be the damsel in distress while she goes around pretending to be a knight or something
#the way my procreate app crashed three times while drawing this 😭#even though I only had like five layers total#spy x family#sxf#loid forger#yor forger#twiyor#spyxfamily#anya forger#loid x yor
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@acid-ixx here it is :))
(excluding first three drawings)
first drawing:
dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence.
second drawing:
you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together.
third drawing:
it was your teachers who would be the one having to walk you up the stage whenever you achieved an award. alfred would be too busy sometimes to attend your school ceremonies because he had to assist bruce with missions.
fourth drawing:
it's ironic, really, for a child to prep and plan for their own celebration just to hope that a single member of their family to even walk by the kitchen and join them in on their already lonesome celebration.
too bad everybody only goes to the kitchen when alfred cooks for them. who would want to taste sadness in a sloppily made birthday cake, right? nobody, not even you would have the appetite to eat your cake with the knowledge that it was you who had to put all the effort to bake it because you didn't want alfred to feel obligated to.
fifth drawing:
your family celebrates holidays together as a whole, but you never once attended after that one time where everybody had forgotten to get you a gift for christmas, save for alfred who gave you a bracelet (one that you cherished deeply).
sixth drawing:
the older sibling who he used to threaten with his sword, who he called vile names — a bastard child, he told you one day.
seventh drawing:
you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers.
eighth drawing:
casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes
#series: again & again#yandere dc#yandere batfam#yandere batman#yandere batboys#yandere dick grayson#yandere jason todd#yandere tim drake#yandere damian wayne#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x yn#yandere x you#platonic yandere#i hate posting but stupid tumblr wont allow u to send videos in ask#i hope u like this acid#sorry for the delay#my place is also raining hard and wifi keeps disappearing grrrr#my phone also keeps crashing when editing#my reader is totally not trans genderfluid aha aha#i have a spotify playlist for a&a reader but its not completed yet
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y/ns tryna rizz up the DJ
#HEY HEY DOWN HERE!#This is TECHNICALLY a teaser trailer for a fanfic ive been working on for some months#stay tuned for Pulse Protocols#out on Ao3 soon...ish#fnaf#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#fnaf dj music man#fnaf djmm#dj music man#djmm#djmm x reader#snailsnaps#Tahoma2d crashed a total of 16 times while making this
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I think it says something that Jimmy absolutely destroyed the crew and ship in half the time Curly was captain. Like he couldn’t even get them past 2 full months before breaking down.
Like he really couldn’t be half the man he thought Curly was.
#like I think it’s crazy cause the whole trip from when we start the game is like 6 months#they are only six months into the trip post crash it’s why getting help was so futile#they had to survive another 6-7 with almost no resources sense most actual food resources where blocked off or destroyed#I see people saying they were surviving for six months after the crash or at least five but it’s only two#they were on the ship for 4 months before hand like the time frames we play are extremely small in retrospect#it’s like what 187 days when we get into the game? that’s about 6 months total#like I’m sorry this is also about peop saying Anya was liek 5 months pregnant but I think a big point is the assault just happened and Curly#didn’t react to it correct initially cause like have you seen someone whose 5 months pregnant? Anya is clearly not even with artistic l#liberty like 2 months is perfect because it’s literally like the time when you confirm the pregnancy is stable and can feel the first signs#of life which is why she was getting worse and worse cause it was getting to the point she couldn’t hide it from Swansea and Daisuke and Jim#he already knew but imagine him seeing her with a stomach? he’d lose it completely#it was just showing signs of life hence the ultrasound and horse fetus and the heart beat#like the minimum time is around 8-10 weeks which is two months like the two months is super intentional both in accordance to what he did#and the time before hand#mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#captain curly#nurse anya
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communal spaces! are the heart of any throuple! (2 versions bc im just an indecisive baby)
it's @zukki-week and day 1 was domestic
#zukki week 2023#zukki#zukki fanart#atla#zuko#sokka#suki#my art#I'm two days late or sth but listen#i was busy being hangover and then having heartburn and then mourning the file that sai ate while crashing#and then in a fugue state i opened my notes app and starting typing up a zukki fic draft#we're idk what we're doing lads we're taking down the system one throuple at a time#ALSO YEAH suki should be a total beast okay i wanna look at her and pray for a beating#drawing teeth brushing is surprisingly difficult
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Prompt:
Jason drinks alcohol for the first time ever post resurrection and makes some questionable choices in the form of plastered phone calls and worrisome messages/voicemails.
He wakes up the next morning to at least ten missed calls and dozens of panicked text messages.
#bonus: one of the working girls saw a drunk red hood and took him home to crash on her couch#crime alley looks out for Hood#Jason is a sad and chaotic drunk that’s my headcanon#he totally asked if he could get a refund on the whole resurrection thing#there’s a manhunt going down courtesy of panicked bats and birds#meanwhile Jason is getting a stern talking to from that working girl about responsible drinking#Jason managed to kill all his street cred in a single night#most of the missed calls are from Dick#Gotham is in uproar because wtf happened for the bats to be active during daytime#meanwhile Jason trying to survive his raging hangover: pls let me die#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#tim drake#red hood#prompts#fic prompt#batfam prompt#Damian wayne#Cassandra Cain#Stephanie Brown#Duke Thomas
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Greaseball with Dinah's neck rub
Greaseball without Dinah's neck rub
🎥: @mttztrading
#aka thegirl20 is reaching for content ;)#but this is totally a thing#you can't take it from me#greaseball#dinah#pearl#greaseball x dinah#greasedinah#starlight express#stex london 2024#(brb headcanoning that greaseball has an old injury from a previous crash#and dinah knows it plays up so she rubs her shoulders/neck for her#and obv pearl doesn't know)#underrated greasedinah moments
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rosanna arquette’s costume from crash (1996)
#I went to the movies yesterday and was totally overjoyed when I saw this in the lobby#I love you toronto#I love you david cronenberg#I love you crash 1996#personal#crash 1996#david cronenberg
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day 62, swim lessons
click for better quality, closeups under cut
#sometimesrd#this took me 6hours and a krita crash but we keep on#rendog#renthedog#rendog fanart#inthelittlewood#itlwart#i know ren can swim but in my heart hes totally dependent on that floatie and terrified of water without it#fantasy smp#also you want to ask me why knight ren has half top surgery. you want to ask so bad
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thetis and her grandbaby
the second panel originally was going to read "hes mine now" lol.
achilles probably jumped in after his mother (who went to show off to her friends), forgetting that neo is very cant breathe under water XD
look at his tiny lil hand holding onto her robes dfghjk. held my baby cousin last night and shes so light and squishy ahh. very babbly too :')
#i love my grandmothers sm you guys :')#drawing bebehs shouldnt be this hard omg. cleaning up the first one alone took me no less than an hour#also sorry for the awful quality as usual the first one was a screenshot salvaged bc my phone crashed#also ignore the anatomy pls. or lack thereof lmao#fun story when my baby brother was born i was totally okay with sharing mama. my grandmother however was off limits#she was mine and mine alone lol#my art#thetis#neoptolemus#behold le bebe#i think neo would babble like nobodys business. its the cutest frickin thing and absolutely no one can hold a straight face#company is like discussing fish politics over tea and what have you and there he goes contributing his views on foreign policy#achilles would be the dad to like tell him stuff like hes his coworker & narrate his days events or the scenery to put him to sleep#deidamia would tell him all the tea she got from her sisters and thetis and talk to him while they walk together#anyway he picks up speech/ vocal patterns?#nothing coherent yet but its very amusing#its sweet#achilles#deidamia#greek mythology
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American Gothic
A gun can keep the trespassers away and nightmares can keep the dreamers away. Who would've knew that there's irrationality and madness under the sober and hardworking character of the rural west.
#reverse 1999#r1999#reverse 1999 argus#argus reverse 1999#argus#reverse 1999 tuesday#tuesday reverse 1999#reverse 1999 barbara#barbara reverse 1999#barbara#my phone totally did not crash out bcz of the fucking big canvas#r1999 argus#r1999 tuesday#r1999 fanart
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HOLE-DWELLING HOLE-DWELLING HOLE-DWELLING
#i sure hope the video doesnt get messed up#made this on procreate dreams btw!#im so cool that i didnt need tutorials#i totally didnt crash the app like five times because i kept messing with it#chonny jash#angelo tag#i think this took me like four days?#idk i kept getting distracted with school stuff#hello person still reading the tags#shh dont tell anyone but its my birthday today#i only celebrate w family so u are the only one that knows#okay byeeee
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bird in a cage
(pairing: crash!rust cohle x f!reader)
word count: 1.5k
a/n: a bit of a concept fic surrounding rust in his crash era i've had in the drafts. if you would like more let me know 🫣. y'know i love me some feedback
warnings: men being gross, ginger, hints at prostitution, ginger, language, sexism, etc (let me know if i missed anything!)
There was something almost eerie about Crash whenever you got the chance to be in actual proximity to him. Something lost.
Something broken.
It made you want to hide away anytime those tortured eyes met yours. Like you were in the wrong, an intruder of some extreme fortitude of privacy. Heavy and asphyxiating.
Despite your trepidation around Ginger’s righthand man, there was always an underlying thirst to know more.
He was a handsome fella. You’d be stupid to deny it. All the other girls around knew it too and had no shame in chittering every chance they got ever since he manifested into your lives in the extreme bore that was East Texas.
Ginger wouldn’t let you speak much to him. Although, that wasn’t entirely uncommon since the fucker wouldn’t let you speak to anyone much at all.
Just sit there and look pretty, doll. You’re ass ain’t good for much the fuck else. He’d say. Damning you to be some cheap whore in an even cheaper cage til the day you got ugly or died.
You’d never anticipated this is where you would end up in life. You’re sure not many girls do but thanks to your pathetic shit-heel of a brother who got himself tied up in some irreversible mess you’re now indebted to a gang leader who thought doing you a mercy was enslaving you to work for him for the rest of your days.
Some nights you dreamed of putting one right between his bloodshot baby blues. God knows the world could do with one less of a son of a bitch like him. Gruesome consequences that’d be sure to follow be damned.
The night air was cooler than usual, offering a small reprieve to your sun-tightened skin. You’re sure by age 40 you’d look no better than some beat-up leather couch left on the side of the road. Any money you did get to keep wasn’t prioritized for shit like sunscreen or maybe even fancy aloe like those girly cosmetic magazines you’d sneak mentioned.
The bonfire tonight was a busy affair. Ginger made some big steal so that granted cause for some hearty celebration. Most of the men seemed to be in a nicer mood than usual, but you made no effort to leave your post on an old bourbon crate in the background. Any peace to oneself around here was a blessing and you were gonna take as much of it in as you could.
Tired fingers fumbled with your lighter, you’d been meaning to get a new one but finding a moment to step away from the Crusaders was harder to come by than one probably thought.
By the look of your chipped nails, you could do with swiping that new shade of OPI that caught your eye in the corner store some weeks ago too.
“Didn’t peg you as a wallflower.” Your solitude was shattered by the presence of a rumbled drawl. Nearly having your poor soul shooting out your body. Whipping your head in the direction of the unfamiliar timbre you almost did a double take.
There Crash stood, looking almost indifferent despite being the one to walk up to you in the first place. He wore some weathered-looking muscle tank repping a band you had no knowledge of and a pair of jeans that had definitely seen better days. Up close you got to take in just how well-built he was. Sure, Ginger was a hefty man, but Crash had definition to him. Like something out of a poster blushing teens would have of some heartthrob idol shamelessly plastered on their bedroom wall.
His face was a whole other story, one you wouldn’t bother getting all wax poetic about. As pretty as it was.
Snapping out of your short-lived reverie you huffed something resembling a scoff,
“Didn’t know you could speak. Let alone leave Ginger’s side for more than a few minutes.”
In the dim lighting, you couldn’t initially make out whether or not that had amused him, but the glowing orange hue from the tip of his own cigarette highlighted the ghost of a smirk adorning the corner of his thin lips. It had you picking at the frayed edge of your shorts to not look so childishly in awe.
“You got a light?” You pushed forward and asked. He shook his head no but instead offered his cigarette wordlessly. The act stilled you, but you took the small offering nonetheless, inexplicably entranced after only a few words from the man.
Those eyes of his tracked your every move as you brought the cigarette to your lips. You tried with every fiber of your being not to be affected by this strangely intimate ripple of time you’ve just stepped into. To not let your thoughts drift to the fact that those same lips were just where yours are currently as you inhale acrid smoke.
You don’t feel all that successful.
“Camels. That’s surprising.” You exhale, flicking the ash as casually as one could in this scenario. You prayed Ginger wouldn’t notice his absence any time soon. Something resembling greed regarding Crash’s attention sinking its claws into you.
“Hm…how so.” He took it back from your grasp, the action strikingly gentle.
“All you rough boys out here smoke Reds. Hell, you even look like one of those Marlboro cowboys in the ads.”
“Should I be flattered?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know about all the girls around here just positively gushing over you. You don’t strike me as the naive type.”
“You know cause you one of em’?”
That shut you right up. Though only for a second. If he could feel the growing heat radiating from your cheeks he made no sign of it.
“Careful now, wouldn’t wanna sound too cocky.” You sassed, looking past him at the partygoers. His gaze felt penetrating and you couldn’t figure out for the life of you where this sudden interest to talk to you came from. There was no chance in hell of entertaining a single thing with Crash. Ginger would skin you alive for even catching you like this, as plain of an encounter as it was. This was more trouble than it’d ever be worth.
But there was not a fathomable force that could seem to pull you away.
“You’re different. Than the others I mean. You stand out.” Was what clambered from your mouth as you looked back at him.
It was true despite its clumsy admittance. Even though you’d never said so much as a hello to each other Crash was different. He never bothered you. Never jumped at the chance to use you like some piece of meat. You wouldn’t say he went as far to outright show blatant respect, but he gave you space to exist unlike anyone else had.
He didn’t so much as flinch at the statement.
“Could say the same about you.” That alone had a cold shock similar to that of an ice bath encasing your entire being. It was a casual reply, but between the lines, you knew what he was saying.
He saw you.
No one ever saw you. You were a nobody. Just a warm vessel to sacrifice to the selfish woes of pigs disguised as men. You weren’t meant to have thoughts or feelings. Likes or dislikes. You were just there.
Yet he noticed you regardless and you hadn’t ever brought attention to the possibility that he could in the first place.
You didn’t know something so small and noncommittal could make the sting of saline burn at the backs of your eyes. You felt like every existing nerve within you had been exposed but when continuing to stare at him, he held no judgment. That brokenness that took home in his stare was replaced by something else. A curiosity.
Much akin to the same type you let fester for him over these past several months.
The smoldering cigarette dangled from his lips, though you didn’t dare let yourself catch a glimpse, as a large hand hesitantly reached towards your face. The rough pad of his thumb scarcely graced the fragile skin beneath your eye to brace a blooming tear.
The simple touch was indescribable. Something you never thought you could know for yourself.
All you could think about was how warm he was.
“Birdy! Where the hell are you, girl? Get over here!” Came Ginger’s sudden drunken hollering, the moment doused in the shroud of reality as you all but jumped away. Crash’s arm stayed frozen in mid-air, his once prodding stare almost muted in agitation at the Crusader’s crude interruption.
You shakily wiped at any reminisce of emotion, fiddling with your hair as if you’d been caught doing something more than just simply talking. Guilt and fear bore onto your shoulders like a burdensome cloak in record time. You needed to go before Ginger got too antsy.
Looking back up at Crash, you were met with that same indifference as if the moment was just some figment of your imagination. Stewing in the sudden change would only lead to unnecessary embarrassment so all you could do was utter a quick ‘bye’ as you stumbled off towards the bonfire, heart racing something worrisome. Off to where you’d be reduced back to feeling like the piece of nothing you always were.
It took all the willpower in you to ignore the lingering burn of the lost man’s stare and keep on toward everything you’d come to detest in your life.
#reds-writings#rust cohle#true detective#true detective season 1#writer blog#rust cohle x reader#anon ask#rust cohle imagine#true detective imagine#crash x reader#matthew mcconaughey#hopefully this wasn't total ass#some crumbs as an apology for my absence
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We've all heard of "Barry Bluejeans was the roadrunner to Kravitz's Wile E Coyote for like ten years post-Stolen Century pre-Gerblins" (impeccable concept, always hilarious) but consider:
Kravitz has attempted to reap Merle-Fuckin-Highchurch at least 4d6 times since he first appeared on this plane. Through a series of miscommunications, lucky rolls, slapstick shenanigans, and the occasional bout of divine intervention, he has never once succeeded.
Merle is totally oblivious to both his alleged crimes and Kravitz's increasingly desperate attempts to charge him for them.
#merle highchurch#the adventure zone balance#taz balance spoilers#taz balance#taz#kravitz goes to swing his scythe but merle picks that exact moment to bend over and tie his shoe so kravitz goes sailing overhead#he crashes into a fruit cart and is totally covered by debris when merle realizes hes wearing socks with sandals and stands back up#hecuba recognizes him as undead and Turns him away from her house when he gets near her kids#(merle sleeps through the whole thing)#their first conversation merle is so off-base and confused that it confuses kravitz into thinking that he has the wrong target and he leave#crucially kravitz thinks that merle is a diabolical necromancer cunningly planning out his escapes#merle has no idea who kravitz or the raven queen even is
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My recent insomnia thoughts have been thinking about GG20s stories of the Apple family and making myself really sad at 4AM.
#delete later#personal#was thinning about adapting the family reunion episode and tying it with aj’s parents’ deaths#and how she remembers a reunion they hosted on the farm when she was a little girl and how she idolizes it and wants to recreate the magic#for abagail. but like in the episode she fails because she gets too obessive and micromanagey#and when it all comes crashing down and aj goes off to have a breakdown#Big Mac and granny find her and talk. and they tell her the reunion she remembers was a total mess#and her parents also went way overboard cuz they wanted it to be memorable for kid aj#she only remembers the good parts which were all unplanned and involved her whole family. and she can still do the same for abagail
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jesus christ, doc, i thought you were a goner! warn a guy next time, will ya? jesus christ, doc. jesus christ
bonus doodle post-extra-long-hug:
(listen im a sucker for the forehead kisses alright. whenever it happens in a fic i eat that shit UP. it's the cutest thing ever idc)
#back to the future#bttf#bttf fanart#marty mcfly#doc brown#emmett brown#happy bttf day! good thing i fell into the hyperfixation hole before the crash course of dates here in oct-nov instead of after#otherwise i'd have to wait a whole year! anyways#THEY SHOULDVE HUGGED IN THIS SCENE ARGJARHGARHAJ#they totally did guys trust me they totally did.#honestly i love how everyone agrees yeah they hugged immediately after the scene cut we just didn't see it#bc it is real. and true. canon even!#they should've hugged at the end of part 3 also but i digress#im so happy im an artist guys i can draw whatever the hell i want. i can will scenes that should've happened into existence#see what happens when i really try? see what happens when i give it my all? /ref#this turned out soo well i'm very happy with it. at the same time i can totally see it being one of those pieces where you look back in a#year or two and go damn why that limb at that angle#the tool belt is not accurate at all i just couldn't be bothered. drew a “placeholder” thing for it before looking at refs and got lazy#kit does an art#tag as ship and it's your knees
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