#vs marshal

[starfacedstudio]

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to compliment posting the Actual references of some of these characters a bit ago. Take some rather outdated turnarounds of VS characters from like 2023? or so??? all these guys went through like at least some change but its not that far of a toss

I really need to redo some of these and they're all outdated orz but I still wanted to post them somewhere for safekeeping :')

[humans-are-tasty]

[hibiyapan]

I’ll draw more gumlee soon for the poll vote 🥰 gotta watch tomorrow’s new episode first.

Here are some quick sketches of my fav bois

[sunsolii]

I know 'Euphoria' has been out for a few months now, but I still wanted to make a meme out of Davout and Bernadotte's beef using the iconic verse from the diss track. Plus, it's my favorite out of Kendrick's diss tracks

[pbnbucks]

oh uhm just watch it all is what i have to say i guess..

[rainbow1pshark]

“Fighting for prize money again, huh?” ~😭😂

[basillow]

Gumlee vs Garylee 2

Part 2

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

It's well-known among Godzilla fans that the 1954 Castle Bravo H-bomb test at Bikini Atoll, which irradiated the crew of the Lucky Dragon No. 5, was a major influence on the monster's original film. But that was just one of the 67 nuclear weapons the U.S. tested in the Marshall Islands from 1946 to 1958, blasts which still reverberate. The radiation they released has left Bikini Atoll uninhabitable to this day, and continues to affect residents' health.

Godzilla has visited the Marshall Islands before. Godzilla vs. King Ghidorah reveals that he lived on the fictitious Lagos Island as an ordinary dinosaur and stumbled into a World War II battlefield before an H-bomb test mutated him. (Well, he was mutated a different way after the Futurians altered the timeline, but let's not get into that.) The Monsterverse reimagines the Castle Bravo test as a covert attempt to kill him, as shown in Godzilla (2014), Godzilla: Awakening, and (soon) Monarch: Legacy of Monsters. The Marshallese themselves, however, are absent from King Ghidorah and appear only fleetingly in the Monsterverse tales.

What I'm getting at is that we're long overdue for a Godzilla story that centers the Marshall Islands, and ideally comes from the Marshall Islands. Japan and the U.S. have had him to themselves for too long; it's time Toho let the other country involved in his birth take a turn. The low-lying Marshall Islands face a very real "minus one" scenario as climate change causes the sea to rise—and potentially breach a massive concrete dome there that's full of American nuclear waste. Godzilla might be the perfect vessel to carry that story, and the U.S.'s nuclear legacy there, to a wider audience. After all, how many of us would know about the Lucky Dragon without him?

[disaster-racing]

Marcus Armstrong after qualifying P3 for the XPEL Grand Prix at Road America (09.06.2024, x)

[captainmartin20]

this means a lot to me personally

[holylulusworld]

Dreams of sharp teeth - Halloween

This story was written for @viking-raider's HALLOWEEN-KINKTOBER CHALLENGE. 🎃

This story was also written for @navybrat817 & @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖔 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜’𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 - I used the following tropes:

An unwanted houseguest

Power outage

A string of unexplained deaths

Summary: People disappear in your sleepy town.

Work Name/Title: Dreams of sharp teeth

Author: Holylulusworld

Fandom: Henry Cavill (MI & Night hunter)

Ship: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Square filled for @halloweenhorrorbingo: Square 3: Wouldn't even harm a fly.

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween was always special to you. The costumes, carving pumpkins, and watching scary movies with your boyfriend.

Sadly, you are not allowed to leave your house tonight to watch the kids raid candy and have a few drinks with your friends. 

A string of unexplained deaths keeps people in your sleepy little town awake. It’s not unusual for people to die or get killed in accidents. But these days, people disappear and never get found. 

The few that got found were missing something important. Their hearts. That’s very unusual and concerning. Especially when the worst crime ever happening in your sleepy towns was when a few teenagers stole a car and crashed it. 

Your boyfriend is somewhere across the country, and you are alone in the empty house, feeling a little under the weather as you caught a cold from one of the kids at the local library where you’re working at.

It feels like the hours passed by in a blink, and dusk falls soon after you dragged yourself out of bed. You yawn and try to get your legs to obey. 

It’s a struggle but you manage to walk inside the kitchen to make some coffee.

You hate the dark liquid, but you are scared to fall asleep since the killings started - like everyone else in town. If only you can stay awake until dawn, the nightmares will go away.

The monotone noise the coffee brewer makes lures you into sleep again. Your eyes feel heavy, and you yawn once again. “I need to stay awake,” you remind yourself as you remember the dream you had last night.

Teeth - sharp and deadly haunt your dreams. And voices. Deep voice luring you in, calling for you in the darkness. They say your name and promise a life beyond your imagination.

Watching the coffee run into the cup you sigh. If only you could sleep for a few hours. It’s all you want and need. Your migraine is getting worse with every hour you force yourself to stay awake and you are so tired it’s painful.

“Just a few more hours,” you take a large sip of the bitter brew. “Hang on, Y/N. The curfew will be over soon. They will hunt the wolves killing the people in town down, and you can go back to your normal life.”

You chuckle as you realize that you tend to talk to yourself lately. With no one around, and no chance to leave the house, you are stuck here with too many thoughts running through your mind.

Maybe watching a movie will take your mind off the current situation in your town. You walk back inside your living room, searching for the remote control to switch the TV on. As you plop down onto the sofa, you groan as your bad knee cracks again.

“You’re getting old, Y/N,” you chuckle to yourself. “That’s payback for all the times you made fun of your mother for complaining about her age, and the little aches and pains that come with it.”

You take another sip of your coffee and switch to another channel. Horror movies are out of the question. The horror you experience in your dreams is enough. 

Switching channels, you try to find anything else to watch but a horror movie. You sigh, as you end up watching a talk show. 

Between sipping at the unwanted coffee and watching nonsense on TV you try not to fall asleep. Eyes trained on the tv you try to follow the conversation going on between the host and their guests. It’s boring but distracts you from the nightmare you had.

“It’s not that bad,” you lie to yourself while listening to the show. You are about to laugh about something the host said when the TV turns black. “NO!” All the lights go out, and you are sitting in darkness. 

Not another power outage. That’s the last thing you need right now. Fear grips your heart hearing noise come from outside your house. You grab your phone and run toward the front door to double-check if you locked it.

It’s locked, and you feel a little safer. Next is the back door, and all the windows. You almost run upstairs to check on your bedroom window, only to find it closed too.

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” you tell yourself once again. It’s hard to remain calm while people in town disappear, and die, though. “Relax. This is only another power outage. Nothing will happen to you.”

It doesn’t matter that your doors are locked. You walk back inside the kitchen and get the biggest knife you own. Your boyfriend will call you paranoid or crazy when he comes back, but you don’t care.

Better safe than sorry.

You walk back upstairs when someone knocks at your door. It’s in the dead of the night, and you don’t want to open the door. 

But what if one of your neighbors is in trouble? 

Maybe Mrs. Sinclair, a widow who can barely walk. Or Annie, from three houses down, a nurse with a heart of gold. You cannot ignore them, not if someone is in trouble.

Turning back around, the knife still in your hands you silently walk down the stairs. You’re a good neighbor, but you don’t want whoever is standing in front of your door to know that you are at home.

You look through the peephole, frowning because you can’t see shit.

“Hi, miss. I’m Walter from across the street. Your new neighbor. I mean we moved to town some months ago, but I wasn’t around much lately.”

“Walter,” you whisper and try to remember the people who moved into the only vacant house in your neighborhood.

“Walter Marshall, miss. I was checking on the neighbors if anyone needs help,” he says. “I’m with the police.”

“I locked the doors, and my boyfriend is here with me,” you don’t know why you lie to Walter, but you do. “He checks the windows. We are good, really.”

He chuckles darkly, and you step away from the door. “Sweetie, we both know you are all alone. I can hear your heart racing and smell your fear.”

Smell your fear? How’s that even possible?

You only know one thing for sure - that you won’t open the door for him. No matter what. You step backward, almost knocking the small coffee table next to your couch over as he knocks again. 

“Sweetie, open the door. It will make things so much easier for you and us.”

“Go away,” you shiver as he knocks again, louder this time. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t,” he almost sounds sorry. “Y/N, you are not having a cold. Didn’t you ask yourself why so many people died after you got scratched by the kid in the library?”

You shake your head. How can he know about the incident and your cold?

“We know because we were there that day,” another voice says. You feel his hands on you, holding your trembling body in a tight grip. His strong arms wrap around your body. “Let us help you before you hurt more people. It’s not your fault. We should’ve been there to guide you through this.”

“August, go easy on her. She doesn’t know,” your eyes widen when the front door opens. You are sure you locked it and now your neighbor invades your home. “Hold her tight, we need to bring her to the basement before the moon rises again. She cannot control her powers yet.”

“What do you want? Let me go! Now,” you grow and snarl in Walter’s direction. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. “I’ll kill you.”

“I know you are confused,” August whispers in your ear. “But you need to listen to us. The kid that bit you wasn’t a normal child. It was our cousin’s boy and a werewolf. He cannot control his instinct.”

“He’s a good boy. Usually, he wouldn't even harm a fly. But the full moon was close, and you tried to take the book out of his hands. We are sorry, but you are one of us now,” Walter steps closer to cup your face. “You need to come with us before you hurt more people.”

“So far, we were able to cover your attacks. If you run around town and attack more people, they will find out about our secret, and we cannot let this happen.”

“I don’t…understand. I was at the library and then I…” you frown. “I lost track of time. My boyfriend…I need to call him. I…”

“Sweetie,” Walter tries to calm you. Your eyes glow, and you snap your teeth in his direction. “This is going to be hard to stomach but...”

August holds you a little tighter before he says, “He was your first victim…”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This is the end of this year's kinktober.

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[starfacedstudio]

ID: Illustration on on a transparent backdrop of three cyclops characters taking a stroll. On the right a taller, pale blue individual in a color-block hoodie holds the hand of its daughter, a pale pink girl with curly fur, as she looks behind her towards the final character: a very short pink-red cyclops in a waistcoat using crutches and looking to the pair. End ID.

drawing i did a few months ago since i needed some images for presentation purposes (and to get back into.... Doing Things after not working on art for a while at the beginning of the year) :)

me when i walm

[hauntingjasper]

(Headcanon!) Do they know something he doesn't

[payroo]

Headcanoning the real reason Noah went on the New Orleans Maxwell Greer infiltration mission in his usual beanie and street clothes... because the only suit on hand was Connor's, which was laughably too big on him

I'm also imagining this is how Connor would attempt to style Noah's hair hahaha

[trilliumsz-gallery]

cat and dog

[b1ttersuite]

✩ writing list !

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fandoms/characters i want/will write for if requested !!! i’m new to writing on tumblr so i’m not sure how to start but lmk !!!?

you may request nsfw on any chars without sfw only! 

✩ adventure time

 ⋆✦ marshall lee

✩ call of duty

 ⋆✦ könig

 ⋆✦ simon “ghost” riley

✩ cry of fear

 ⋆✦ simon henriksson

✩ five nights at freddy’s

 ⋆✦ michael schmidt (movie)

 ⋆✦ sun/moon (sb)

 ⋆✦ gr freddy (sfw only)

 ⋆✦ william afton (movie+comics)

✩ the last of us

 ⋆✦ ellie

 ⋆✦ joel (sfw only.. sorry)

 ⋆✦ dina

 ⋆✦ abby

✩ randal’s friends/ranfren

 ⋆✦ randal von ivory

 ⋆✦ nyen

 ⋆✦ nyon

✩ scott pilgrim vs the world

 ⋆✦ scott pilgrim

 ⋆✦ wallace wells

 ⋆✦ todd ingram

 ⋆✦ ramona flowers

✩ stranger things

 ⋆✦ steve harrington

 ⋆✦ eddie munson

 ⋆✦ mike wheeler (sfw only)

 ⋆✦ johnathan byers