#yeah. ill check it out

[her-canine-teeth]

sometimes it's important to get a reality check. for example, i get violently interested in basically anything and ill ask my friend 'lots, is yellowjackets popular' and shell be like 'what the fuck is yellowjackets' and ill be like 'thanks great talking to you' and then. many a time later i discover it actually is popular and more ppl than my 3 beloved mutuals know abt it. but such is the life

[superbellsubways]

play TS!Underswap.. its silly

[baalzebufo]

so I very briefly mentioned this au I have in my last gideon doodle post and saw one tag saying to elaborate and thats all the excuse I needed. ok to be honest i didnt need an excuse i was going to talk about it anyway

i had a dream shortly after the stanchurian candidate aired where my brain made up a fake episode of GF to essentially finish gideons 'arc'. and it involved him making a deal with bill to gain demon powers. bill promised him All The Perks, and he was desperate to get outta jail, so he took it.

turns out 'all the perks' involves being trapped in the nightmare dimension without a physical form and, while being tremendously powerful, unable to truly utilize those powers without being summoned. so he sort of just gets condemned to existing as a demon and is desperate to get back into a physical body because, turns out, the human brain is not really.. designed to process that existence for too long. it freaks you out. especially if 'you' happens to be a ten year old who is still afraid of the dark and spends most of their time surrounded by nightmares.

it was weirdly grim and i woke up like 'holy shit. i need to make that an AU' and it developed from there. in the more thought-out version, bill and gideons deal involved him swapping into gideons body to further his plans for a while. he never promised he'd give it BACK, though. it, uh. ended how you'd expect bill possessing a body to end.

'what happened to his eye?' bill thought it'd be funny if it was part of his collectin on gideons 'debt'. hes got one eye, you should have only one of em, too.

honestly I make most of the details up as I go and its mostly an excuse to draw my favourite worst son in various levels of power-thirst and distress. sorry gids even you dont deserve this one

[noodle-schrammy]

First time drawing eggman WOOOOH

and..yeah I'm far from done gushing over @cyucya au

Also listen closely, I thought about something;

Think about it skylar is outcasted by his parents being the powerless child, so what if eggman after seeing this more than enough tried to win skylar over..yet not with cookies or such.

Going about his manipulation and drawing in this already broken kid, telling him:

"Without power..or love.., oh my boy..you don't have to cry no more I can gift you all the power you want.., why don't you make your parents proud..with my help?"

Ofcourse with eggman for once seeing the struggle and giving skylar a false hope.., the kid would immediately say yes, cause he'd be as great as his sister and be seen by his parents

Yet...oh what a price skylar would pay

[The design isnt final and as a little gag yes even as mecha he wouldnt stop wearing the clogs]

[Also feat my mecha sonic..who'd immediately be ready to just one up sonic as a father]

[troubldteenz]

i've seen people asking for the turbo shmeji and turbotime game so i'm here to drop them!!!!!

first here is the link to the shmeji, thank yuu Nuka Corgi for sharing the link [shimeji made by Cytic-Acid]

If you have java you should be able to simply extract the file and click on the exe inside to get him going

NEXT!!!!!

The turbotime game! I would like to HEAVILY thank TurboTheTurbotastic on deviantart for dropping the link to the game!

Same with the shimeji, you just have to extract and then run the exe. you might need gamemaker, maybe

FNF mod with Turbo aka ARCADE ARCHIVES [the songs are all bangers the pacman and otto one are my favorite if you exclude the turbo one lol]

LINK TO DOWNLOAD!!

There is also a fanmade[i think] turbotime cabinet by Turbotastique [check out their art its really cool!! :D ]

clicky for the og post

oof,, I think thats it. lemme know if theirs anything I'm missing :3

[transmascgalactaknight]

my parts for the kirby gotcha collab , race car and twirling star rocket ::3

[supacutiepie]

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick & John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price, MOC/MOC, John "Soap" MacTavish & Simon "Ghost" Riley, Valeria Garza/Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Valeria Garza, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Los Vaqueros Operators (Call of Duty), Original Male Character(s), Kate Laswell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Author Has Played Call of Duty, Human John "Soap" MacTavish, Werewolf Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Werewolf Phillip Graves, Blood and Gore, Slow Burn, Trans Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Aftermath of Violence, Animal Death, Graphic depictions of violence - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death, Simon "Ghost" Riley is Supernatural, Implied Simon "Ghost" Riley is Autistic, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, John Price is Supernatural, John Price is Welsh, Phillip Graves Friendly, Redeemed Phillip Graves, Rodolfo Parra is Supernatural, Mexican Folklore - Freeform, Valeria Garza is Supernatural, Alejandro Vargas is Supernatural, Original Male Characters - Freeform, Singular POV, POV Simon "Ghost" Riley  Summary:

“Don’t...” wheezes through bruised lungs and something clicks in his throat as he swallows hard, the knife-tip a sharp point against the column of his throat as the tender skin moves beneath it with each despairing breath. It’s almost beautiful, the gram staining of his eyes. Heavy irritation turning the sclera dark and heavy, as heavy as the bruises beneath each eye - pressed so delicately into that thin skin - and the bruise that sits heavy across the bridge of his nose. Such blue eyes, the unrealest kind blue. The kind that people dream of capturing in art, photography, poetry. Blue like the Ocean: blue that is grey and roiling with white caps - blue that is green and sea salt soaked skyline - blue that is bright and clear and unwavering as a pool - it will always return to the stillness.

Ghoap Creature Feature Except Soap is the ‘human’ tag-a-long for this band of brothers and their merry misadventures. Featuring: big man emotions, folklore, a rewrite that may have forgotten some in game scenarios and needs to be retconned. Also known as: my longest fic ever that I desperately want to get back to Here’s the first chapter! It’s kind of brutal! MCD right out the freaking gate.

“Johnny…Johnny don’t–”

Voice wavering, cracking into a pained grumble as his head is cranked backwards and made to face the ceiling. Eyes straining to look down a broken nose and refusing to be forced away from the man across the room.

“Don’t...” wheezes through bruised lungs and something clicks in his throat as he swallows hard, the knife-tip a sharp point against the column of his throat as the tender skin moves beneath it with each despairing breath.

It’s almost beautiful, the gram staining of his eyes. Heavy irritation turning the sclera dark and heavy, as heavy as the bruises beneath each eye - pressed so delicately into that thin skin - and the bruise that sits heavy across the bridge of his nose.

Such blue eyes, the unrealest kind blue. The kind that people dream of capturing in art, photography, poetry. Blue like the Ocean: blue that is grey and roiling with white caps - blue that is green and sea salt-soaked skyline - blue that is bright and clear and unwavering as a pool - it will always return to the stillness.

Blue eyes that bore straight into him. Tears pooling up in heaps before they tumble down gaunt cheeks and sear across torn skin.

“Don’t…” the knife’s tip peeks through his skin as he flexes his throat, the blood drips slow and warm, “Don’t watch…”

When this started, he understood most of what their captors were rambling about. He knew the language in passing. Conversational.

But now, his brain is so bruised and disconnected, he struggles to understand they’re speaking at all. Someone behind him barks out an order, for only orders have that level of cadence.

A body moves from behind him, to behind Johnny…

Two gloved hands land on either side of his temple, they force his head forward. Fingers tipped in dirt and blood clawing at his face.

“Please…” he begs. He pleads to not deaf but uncaring ears. The mighty beast bows and crows in pathetic groans as the knife digs deeper into the jut of his jaw, where the hinge that maneuvers so much of a human’s quality of life sits innocently.

The pain is unreal. It simply cannot physically exist. The varied wounds across his body are real - he watched each one get inflicted. He’s felt the pain of them for the duration of their stay here in hell. But the knife digging into the cartilage of the joint, it shoots through his skull like the sharp discordant plucking of a string.

He knows.

He knows that Johnny knows.

Their time here - is up.

“Close your eyes..” he whispers, the subtlest movement of his mouth lances pain like no other.

But stubborn, unyielding, good Johnny won’t.

And they both know it.

He watches, eyes pouring out whatever is left of his body’s dwindling resources. When he shakes his head, the man behind him yanks him back and forth. Like a dog shaking a rabbit - the rabbit making a wounded sound high in its throat.

He doesn’t want Johnny to watch this. Doesn’t want to impart the horror into that too-good-too-kind mind.

“Close… your eyes… love – please…”

“John–”

They cut his voice out.

It tapers off between consonants, soft sound turning into a gargled gasp as the knife’s edge jerks its way across the most vulnerable part of a man’s body. That ever so protected space that all animals covet.

Rent from one hinge to the next, the blood that sprays out is spectacular. The sound is nonexistent outside of his own head - the ripping of each individual cell that reverberates into his skull.

There’s screaming, the sharp ringing of his death bell growing louder, he hears the sound of a chair scrapping violently against concrete.

“NO…NO NONONO—”

Shouted orders, frustrated grunts, the ever present sound of anguish and heart break. Johnny is screaming for him, over and over through jagged sobs and rushed incomprehensible despair.

“Simon?! SIMON!”

He’s never heard his name said like that. Such anguish is a most treasured gift.

His head tips forward, his own hazel eyes losing focus fast. Johnny escaped the chair, on his knees at Simon’s feet - eyes wide and the raging of the storm is rising up fast as Simon sinks lower until all that remains is the blissful sound of silence.

[phosphophillight]

🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛

[bamsara]

You got drugged!!!??

Yeah it wasn't great lol

I spent most of that day in the medical tent (I went as soon as I felt *off*) and the health workers took great care of me and were super nice so it worked out in the end. First time going to a music festival was really an experience huh

[krikidilly]

I cant be, what you need, I am stuck, in a dream, I am stuck, in a dream.

[eridan-ampora]

another WIP, i dont have a title for this one yet lol

[infamouzsky]

Removed some followers which I believe to have been bots

I got rid of 14 or so thus far, so heres a heads up: all of u who are new to Tumblr, PLEASE remmeber to at least change ur username/blog title, icon or description on ur acc!!

I delete possible bot accs by looking at their posts and likes tab, as well as noticing patterns on how they look. If ur blog looks like the default tumblr setting, and u have no likes nor posts, I will likely block you cuz theres no other way to know

[xxplastic-cubexx]

not to be myself on main but im still here

[crows-of-buckets]

"oh boys!" I says with excitement "I can't wait to read f/f on AO3!!"

I was then shot 87 times

[moregraceful]

hope everyone who got a creator subscription notif from me today realizes something deeply unwell and bizarre happened to me in march

[carnivallsarchive]

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See the thing is. I know I'm good at writing. Like I have my weak areas or things I need to improve in, but it's not a skill I otherwise spend a lot of time feeling insecure about because a) if I don't believe in my writing literally who will b) if I want to publish my writing I ought to at least feel a resting level of good about it because editors and agents likely will not be cradling my face like a prize cat and telling me how talented I am while asking for their edits c) I've always had an audience for my writing even at its worst– I started sharing my original works online when I was around 16 & that really helped sell to me the idea of 'there will always be someone out there who likes what you do' d) untalented men never think this hard about the quality of their works and they always end up published anyway and e) I don't have many other thoroughly developed skills so why not have one I feel good about. Having said this. Awkward feeling to realize you're one of the authorial weak links in your postgraduate creative writing degree's social circle