#yes yes it is

[terezisexbuttpyrope]

"You may live to see man-made horrors beyond your comprehension." - Nikola Tesla

what a raw fuckin line

[toffeebrews]

My own take on swap, ink and dream!!

(ink owned by @/comyet, dream owned by @/jokublog, and swap owned by au community)

also, the mf is supposed to stand for magnificent, not...yeah. that was not intentional, but when I noticed, I chuckled LMAO. whoops!

credits for artists who inspired parts of the design!

the dream has no eyesockets cause I saw @/lemm-moxx design and was like, "Oh, that's a cool idea." The star shoulder armor is inspired by @/ksopaz! I tried to tweek it a bit, but if either of them have any issue ill remove it!! :D thanks!!

[nutsforhim]

Owen Lindberg TikTok: blondieboyy

[hisbucky]

Eddie: Hey, how did that phrase go? What doesn't kill you... Buck: "Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stärker." – what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. That's the original one by Nietzsche. Eddie, strained: Didn't know you speak German. That's good to know.

[geengoop]

woah is that BEEF PUNCHLEY!?!?!1!Q!Q?

[baldursgatekeeping]

[qcomicsy]

I just love the idea of Jason finding Bernard incredibly goofy looking. Tim sent him a message with a photo of Bernard saying "thoughts?" and Jason just typed back "And prayer's man I don't know what to tell you"

[subliminalbo]

HYPNOSAPIEN

The sound moved through Mel. That was the only way she could describe it.

She had come to the club in River City following mysterious flyers about this new group, HYPNOSAPIEN, whose music could "take you to a place you've never been before." Believe it or not, Mel hadn't been into clubbing since high school, but Piper insisted—after everything that had gone down with the Alphas, it was nice to let loose a little.

To call it a club was a stretch. HYPNOSAPIEN was as DIY as they come, performing in secret venues around Romero. Tonight it was the abandoned warehouse on the corner of Lincoln Avenue and Third Street.

The girls in the band were charismatic, led by Iris Blalock on lead vocals, but the music didn't impress Mel. It was the usual club trash with over-reliance on heavy bass and an overzealous mix of synthesizer that drowned out the live vocals. But Mel's biggest complaint? All their music sounded the same! That droning, wall-to-wall buzz cut between Iris' simple lyrics:

"Sink, sink, sink, sink, drop, drop, drop, drop."

After the third song though, Mel realized that the droning wasn't just a hum, but another set of vocals hidden deep in the mix. She tried to decipher the words, but they weren't even English. They didn't even sound human. And as she focused on the strange words, she began unconsciously following Iris' lyrics.

"Sink, sink, sink, sink, drop, drop, drop, drop."

And then the sound moved through her.

Mel turned to Piper to see if her friend had felt it too, but Piper was already on her knees, misty eyes locked on the duo on stage. She had torn her shirt open to grope at her small breasts, her mouth gaping as she begged to be taken deeper by "The Message."

"Oh, fuck..." Mel moaned. The meaning in the sound's inhuman words were suddenly as clear to her as if spoken in English. One-by-one members of the audience fell to their knees in uninhibited ecstasy, their cries of pleasure mixing with the music.

Mel, too, dropped, her fingers sinking between the folds of her soaked pussy.

Oh Christ, it was happening again. She was losing her mind just like she had in the basement of the Alphas house, but this was something more than a virtual reality light show. It was a total transformation, an awakening to a new state of being.

The audience chanted the lyrics hidden in the music, and Mel joined their cries: "I am the Birth of a new species! I will Prepare my body and my mind for the Great Arrival!"

But it wasn't enough just to feel herself. Mel forced Piper down to the grimy floor, pressing her lips and tongue to her nipples, her hand finding its way to Piper's pussy. Piper uttered a satisfied moan but continued the chant unbroken, "I will Fill whatever need is expected! I will Preach, I will Build, I will Breed!"

The show only spiraled from there as the hypnotized audience fucked each other senseless. Clothes shredding, bodies upon bodies. The audience paired off in twos and threes and fours, ignoring superficial details like sexual orientation or who came with who. They clawed, and sucked, and licked, and fucked, and sweated, and came. Cocks filling any holes, pussies pressed to any lips. There was no one left in the room who didn't feel The Message move through them, no one who wasn't chanting its words now.

Even the two members of HYPNOSAPIEN stopped playing. Iris took her band mate Kayla by the hair and pressed her face to her pussy. The recorded music droned on in time with the orgy. The audience fucked late into the night, The Message's programming sinking so deep into their minds that it became a permanent fixture of their existence, taking everyone to a place they'd never been before. A place they never wanted to return from.

This is a companion to Classified Information #2: The Sound Shout out to @shotgungt for the band name HYPNOSAPIEN

[baby-xemnas]

https://x.com/bklynb4by/status/1849839546952774071?t=u2_a2uiysPCzlS3xjC7Kcg&s=19

NOW THAT'S SANJI AND GIN

holy shit

[vroomvroomwee]

Deeply flawed characters who have the potential to be so so so loved if they'd shut their damn mouth for like five seconds>>>>>>>

[moth-tea-merchant]

I think they should hang out

[beardedmrbean]

[t4tails]

my sister is so mean to me

[bigbrotherbs]

“Is it crazy if I play it on Andy?”

[sisusquid]

Pootis Plays Ball was AMAZING

Beautiful work as always @quazies and thank you for expanding TF2 lore in new and adorable ways!