#First digital roach drawing?!

[asterias-corner]

“I’m just gonna doodle a bit, see where it ends up-“

FUCKING ROACH. AGAIN. I CANNOT GET THIS STUPID BUG OFF MY SCREEN :(

[spectrecowboy]

fellas is it gay when you can't save either of your sergeants?

these guys are somewhere between 09 and the reboot; I needed the boys alive and this is what I ended up with.

please do not use my art without permission!

creative notes with pointed out details under the cut! Headcanons and lore tidbits included (please look at them)

EDIT 7/15/24: holy shit months later I'm realizing I never added the text by the sketchbook, that's soap's hearing aid.

Edit: 5/29/25. ok so apparently there are TWO if not more very popular ghostsoaproach fics out there called Something in the Orange (which, fair, because its a good song) I *believe* the LoTR reference is the one with two authors, although I love both fics dearly. I really was shit at actually annotating my own art. Might revist this sometime.

And here's the playlist I made and listened to on repeat while working on this!!

[entelodontidae]

Goofy little OFMD doodles! 🏴‍☠️

[lobotomy-jpeg]

My partner and I saw you from across the bar

[id: Two pictures side to side of a a digital drawing of Izzy and Roach from OFMD, both in leather. Izzy is sat on the floor, having a smoke and looking at the viewer. Roach is draped on him, also looking at the viewer. Izzy's in his canon era outfit with his unicorn leg and Roach is in a leather harness that ends on a prosthetic left arm, with which he holds Izzy's boot. He's wearing a leather kilt and his mother's sash as a belt. The second photo is a cropped detail of the first one, focusing on their faces. /end id]

[nionom-art]

I was reading back on your ML x DR AU and I came up with some execution ideas. They turned out very long!

Zoe’s execution: The Not-So-Final Girl

The scene opens with a crew of monokumas on a film set. Zoe is playing the lead role in a rom com during a climactic confession scene on a bridge. She offers a rose to a blushing love interest monokuma, but in an unexpected twist, monokuma’s husband runs in fuming. The monokuma couple start yelling at each other, which instantly devolves into a cartoonish fight cloud. Zoe, confused, gets caught in the middle of it and beat up before being shoved over the edge of the bridge.

The camera cuts to a screen where a flying, Vesperia-inspired action hero drops in, fighting a giant monster monokuma. The camera pans up to reveal the real Zoe, with cuts and bruises, suspended from a harness in a green screen room, and the giant monokuma is all green and covered in white mocap dots. We see two crew monokumas operating the harness system, incompetently button-mashing a claw machine-looking control board. Zoe bobs and jerks around, unable to control her own movements, while giant monokuma slashes at her with his claws. He accidentally cuts the strings, and she falls to the ground.

The setting changes to a dark garage. A slasher monokuma parodying Friday the 13th walks towards her with a chainsaw and she, covered in blood, struggles to stand up. She grabs some garden shears and slices monokuma open right as he swings the saw. It catches her in the arm, but monokuma goes limp as the hole widens to reveal he’s full of squirming cockroaches. They start pouring out in impossible numbers, covering the floor and crawling up Zoe’s legs. The director yells cut and turns the studio lights back on while she’s frantically trying to swat them away, but they’re all over her.

A tanker truck busts through the side wall, but the tank is a giant can of bug spray. Exterminator monokumas hop out, fixing a fire hose to the nozzle. Zoe, engulfed in roaches, looks up to see everyone except her is now wearing a gas mask and staring at her expectantly. The exterminator monokumas point their hose directly at her and douse her with bug spray until a thick cloud fills the room. The end shot is a Zoe Lee headstone shaped like a Hollywood walk of fame star, and monokuma’s hand tosses the tattered-up rose from the opening shot onto it.

Comments: I gave this one v3 vibes with how ridiculously extra it is. The despair aspect is that Zoe is presented in the lead roles of each movie, yet her takes are ruined by things outside her control, sucking the glory out of it. I wanted to do something with the irony of her wanting to have main character energy yet getting killed off right away in chapter one hence the final girl joke. The execution enforces the idea that whatever happened in the murder might not have been entirely her fault or at least that other people’s actions led to her downfall, but she still has to suffer the consequences in the end. I wanted to reference the roach thing, and I liked one of the previous ideas that she’d get crushed like in sole crusher, but I didn’t want to randomly bring Chloe into this without a good reason. I thought bug spray could nod to her being a wasp as well as a cockroach.

Nathaniel’s execution: Deadline

Nathaniel is alone in a peaceful yet windowless art studio. There’s a giant scary-looking metal gate on one wall with thick double doors that lock together, sealing off the room. Very industrial saw trap-looking. Above it is a glowing, red digital clock reading 30:00 which beeps and starts counting down. He sits still at first, scared and suspicious of everything in the room, but nothing happens except the countdown decreasing.

After a few minutes, he stands up and paces around the room, then grabs a pad of paper and starts sketching. First he draws Luka, then rips the page out and turns it face-down on the table. He starts drawing the details of the metal door.

When the clock strikes 20:00, a buzzer loudly blares and the room flashes with red light. When it stops, Nathaniel is frozen, but starts sketching again, faster, this time imagining what might be behind the door. Maybe robotic arms that pull you into a whirlwind of spinning blades, or a flood of water that fills the room to the ceiling, or a long hallway filled with deadly booby traps or. The sketches become more nonsensical and abstract as he goes, and his lines are all shaky. When the clock hits 10:00 it blares again, and at that point he’s frantically scribbling chicken scratch, ripping holes through the paper with the pencil.

He stops and stands up again, walking around the room. He goes up to a two-tiered rolling cart filled with bottles of chemicals like paint thinner and varnish and picks one up, then picks up a dirty cup covered in dry paint and dumps out all the brushes it was holding. Setting them on the table, his sits back down and freezes for a moment, then starts scribbling hand warm-ups. The buzzer sounds for 5:00, and he starts ripping through the paper again, his hands shaking.

He opens the bottle and stares inside, swirling it around. 4:00. Sitting still. 3:00. He pours it in the cup. 2:00. 1:00. He throws it back and starts coughing, which turns into spitting up blood. In the final seconds, he becomes dizzy and collapses on the table. He’s still barely awake to see the doors slide open to reveal that they just. Lead back into the room where everyone else is.

The scene closes with monokuma dressed as a fancy waiter moving away some stuff from in front of the chemical rack, revealing that’s it’s actually a vintage-style bar cart. He winks and wheels it away while in the background, Nathaniel lies in a pool of blood on the table with the cup still in his hand.

Comments: I’m not set on the name for this one. I feel like there’s something better but idk what. I also like the concept more than my execution of it (ba dum ts). Nathaniel’s fatal flaw the first time around was his own paranoia, so I wanted to do something where he psychs himself out to the point where he’s doing this to himself. I wanted the whole thing have this dark “Oopsies! Lol!” energy to almost justify his execution and make it less unfair because he made the same mistake twice in a row. Plus, if he was drowning in guilt and almost gave up before the trial even started, he wouldn’t think escape was an option, but he wouldn’t be able to ignore his sense of self-preservation. I was going back and forth on how long the countdown should be. If it’s too long, he has time to calm down, but if it’s too short, he can’t do anything.

Sabrina’s execution: Burned at the Sweepstakes

(Building off of the same concept everyone else suggested up to this point)

Sabrina is standing in a shopping mall with a beeping collar around her neck with a digital display that starts counting down. She’s holding a long shopping list of highly specific items that looks like Santa’s naughty or nice list with how it trails behind her. Sabrina runs from store to store, grabbing items off the list, mostly fashion accessories and cosmetics. At first, she has several bags in each arm, but soon there’s a pile in front of her too high to see past.

She knows precisely where to find each item, but when she reaches the end of the list with only a little time to spare, she doesn’t recognize the specified brand of shoes at the very end. Strange, she was positive that she’s familiar with every mall brand’s catalogue. Running up and down the escalators, she scans the stores snatching the last few items. The collar beeps faster as time is running out. By chance, she spots the door to a tiny janitorial closet cracked open and thinks to peek inside. A pair of shiny red heels sit on the upper shelf.

As Sabrina sets down her stuff and reaches for them, the collar’s beeping turns into one long drone. Time ran out. Sweating, expecting it to explode, Sabrina freezes in her tracks, but instead of killing her, the collar bursts into a spray of gasoline. She sees where this is going, but holds on to the hope she can still finish the list and “win” before it’s too late. She grabs the shoes, but pulling them up trips a switch that makes the closet door swing shut and spikes fly out of the walls. They don’t hurt her badly, but there’s just barely enough room left for her.

Sabrina tries to reach for the door between the spikes when she notices wires inside the shoes and realizes they made a strange click when she grabbed them. They explode, sending sparks flying, igniting her.

In the closing scene, the closet door swings open with a puff of ashes. Her feet are still standing there. The busted collar falls to the ground with the alternating flashing display now reading, “YOU’RE” “FIRED!”.

Comments: hm I don’t like having a countdown thing twice in a row. The idea here is that successfully satisfying the orders she was given wouldn’t help her survive, it’s what got her killed in the first place. The amendments I made to earlier versions of this concept are that the collar sprays gas instead of being a total red herring and that the shoes themselves are the source of fire. I wanted to include the closet idea too. To everyone who did this general idea before me, I think it’s genius.

Lila’s execution: One in a Million Shot

A firing squad of monokumas perches on a balcony over a spacious white room, like looking into a hollowed-out movie theater from the control box. Down there, an army of Lilas stand in a perfect grid. Or rather, one Lila and several hundred lifelike robotic replicas of her. All of them have wildly different hairstyles and fashion including the real one, who is in disguise. We can’t tell which is her.

The Lilas start robotically walking in random paths around the room before reorganizing in a new formation and stopping. Unable to tell which one is real, each monokuma randomly fires a shot. The broken robots are swiftly removed. All our remaining Lilas start walking again, then reorganize into a slightly smaller grid. The camera zooms in on real Lila’s brief, twitchy side-eye as the robot next to her is shot. The pool continues getting smaller, and when they stop for the next round, the camera zooms out on real Lila’s entire face during the gunfire, letting us glimpse her hair and clothes. Following the next round, the grid becomes even tighter.

From a zoomed out camera view, we see them walk around and make their formation. The monokumas take their shots, and while the rest of the selected Lilas give off sparks and metal splinters, one of them is splattered with blood.

A party popper of confetti and streamers way too sparse for the size of that room goes off, and a childish congratulatory jingle plays over the loudspeakers. The bodies are removed just the same, although one leaves a streak behind on the white floor.

Comments: Where’s Luigi meets Squid Game meets Roblox be an npc or die meets Mii Plaza. The title I chose is supposed to be a pun on how making a living or reaching celebrity status as an online content creator takes some crazy luck. An alternate name for this execution could be Trend Forecasting. Compared to how gory some executions could be, I wanted this one to be unceremoniously quick and simple. Lila craves attention, so if she had to go she would want to do so in blazing glory. Yet she forces herself into a background role in the trial to protect herself and pays for it by being turned into an NPC. Another point I wanted to make was the despair of her death basically being up to random chance. All the previous executions I wrote had the blackened die by “fighting back” in exactly the way they were expected to. If Lila was given that opportunity, maybe she would’ve figured it out and come up with a clever plan, but her execution prevents her from doing anything at all by forcing her to stay still and quiet. The most she can do is try to pick what she thinks is an unlikely spot. I was going back and forth on whether or not I wanted to reveal which one is real because knowing ramps up the anxiety, but not knowing until she’s dead is more shocking. It could go either way.

Thanks for reading all this! I had a good time reading previous ideas for these and I like how Sabrina’s kinda became a group project lol. I hope mine inspire people to do something with them or suggest changes so we can all eventually achieve the true canon DR AU executions by converging our brain cells.

These- these are good- you guys think of the stuff I couldn’t on my own

[dreamy-annfr]

First attempt to draw Kokichi digitally!

(The stars from the second image are from pinterest)

[watercolourcritters]

had a free morning and felt like drawing some silly soup valentines!! happy valentines day lovelies, hope you get some nice soup <3

[ID: three digital drawings of OFMD characters done in a cartoon style.

First, Zheng, Oluwande, Jim, and Archie drawn tiny and standing in a soup bowl with text reading "Will you be the garlic in my soup, Valentine?" They all hold each others hands, and look at each other with happy, gentle expressions. Zheng holds a red heart, and red, black, teal, and orange hearts float above them. The soup bowl has faint hearts carved at the bottom.

Second, Roach wearing his outfit from Zheng's ship. He holds a bowl of soup and looks peaceful. Text reads "I love you almost as much as soup, Valentine!" Hearts are beside him, as well as floating out of the bowl of soup.

Third, Archie, who is pointing at the viewer and looking astonished, with text reading "You're the Stede to his Ed, Valentine??" Archie has a soup bowl in hand, and her mouth is open, with noodles falling out of it.

The artist's signature on all three reads @ watercolourcritters. End ID.]

[kopiicryptid]

About Kopii

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Hi!! I'm Kopii or whatever you wanna call me! I'm a digital artist who mostly draws as a hobby, but occasionally I'll take commission work! I draw a range of things regarding my interests like indie games, horror, sci-fi, anime, milsim, etc etc. Although what I specialize in is OC content, especially OC x Canon! Usually, I post on my own time, but sometimes I'll also make analysis and mini-essay posts or just random blog stuff.

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[ourfag]

*cracks knuckles* well,

ed’s obviously something of a legend as a crewrunner, capable enough at sleight of hand and cultivates a very deliberate image of his capacity as a hitter even though it’s not his favorite role—ive got a post from maybe last month somewhere noodling around with his relationship to the grift (i imagine him having an issue with acting similar to sophie’s, but in the opposite direction: he can’t do it unless he feels like there’s an element of fundamental truth-telling involved about himself, so his ability to play roles designed for the mark to feel negatively towards becomes diminished as he unlearns his self-hatred)

he’s a pro with the technical side of b&e but struggles with justifying his right to be there if he gets caught out. this also develops with time as he becomes increasingly confident in his right to be, more generally.

stede doesn’t know how to do a character that isn’t over-the-top. he’s a very good grifter if over-the-top is what the con needs, but his utility more commonly lies in his insights on how a rich mark will operate, the bureaucracy, the social conventions, white collar culture etc etc. harry wilson stuff.

he doesn’t have the physical tactical prowess to be a career hitter, but he also doesn’t go down very easy. surprisingly good at sleight of hand, especially after instruction from ed, but not particularly stealthy. would get stuck in a vent shaft. NOT A GOOD HACKER.

lucius has a lot of thief-adjacent skills but altogether dislikes solo field work. he’d especially like to be as far away as possible from jobs where a hitter is even necessary. his strategy for escaping difficult situations is to simply not find himself in them in the first place but, on the occasion he does, he actually thinks pretty well on his feet. he just hates having to do it.

pete is a plant. pete is the guy who wins the streetside shell game lucius is running to show onlookers it’s totally possible and they all totally have a shot at the money. i think both he and lucius could excel at the kind of online credibility generation and trend manipulation that breanna and hardison do, or at least the creative aspect. i don’t think pete is good with computers. i think lucius is good with computers but doesn’t draw attention to it, because being underestimated has put him at certain advantages before, but also because staring at a screen all the time gives him migraines.

ive previously considered using computer programming as a modern-day analogue to the literacy gap among crew members, and im still keeping that in my back pocket, but im starting to reconsider its use here, bc i think frenchie would be so so great with digital scams. quite frankly i dont know enough about computers to elaborate on the rest of it but he strikes me as the kind of person who knows exactly how many brackets he has open at any given time. phishing he’s definitely outstanding at, and more generally he’s very good at knowing how to communicate with a variety of different marks in ways that reliably come across as credible, relatable, authoritative, whatever the situation demands.

one of the rarer skills he has is the ease with which he adapts to whatever team is on hand—he’s very good at working out what a given crew member’s greatest strengths are and coordinating things so they can take as much advantage of those strengths as possible.

he can shimmy through a vent like it’s nothing, but he’s not as stealthy as jim. good at forging signatures, better at forging documents. don’t ask him to pickpocket unless you’ve got a second person whose job is specifically to distract the mark while he does it.

i remember seeing a clip of samba schutte discussing the backstory he’s created for roach, and one of the elements that stuck with me and i think could apply well here is roach going out of his way to learn skills that make him extremely valuable to a crew as a means of self-preservation. this might not mean honing in on particularly indispensable roles as it does in canon, since in leverage you tend to get every given crew member being specialized in something important, but i think when roach catches himself being significantly outmatched in a skill by anyone else, he makes developing his proficiency in that area a priority. so he’s got all kinds of stuff under his belt, safecracking, lifting, cybersecurity, etc, he knows how to lead a mark around, and he throws a pretty decent punch. unarmed combat is a weak point of his, but he’s a lot like parker in that he’s very good at navigating his way from point A to point B regardless of structural or human obstacles as quickly as possible, especially with a taser. tbh i’d really like to see an early-seasons parker interact with him.

jim is similarly difficult to divert, and they do make a good hitter, but they’re a little awkward on the grift. they and olu are a very very effective team because they complement each other’s weak points. olu’s fantastic on the grift, especially when he’s got a good handle on as many contingencies as possible. he’s also great with picking locks and cracking safes, being more inclined to the careful patience they require than jim, for whom patience is a professional skill they must grudgingly maintain. if jim is confronted with a safe and olu’s not with them, they’re gonna grab it and run.

sorry i just realized how fucking long this is getting these are maybe 10% of my thoughts about this none of it really answers your question and i didnt even cover everybody. FUCK

doodle while i watch leverage

[missgremlinne]

In my defence I’ve been binge watching Adeventure time for the last few days

Also big thanks to @ladycibia without whom all of these characters would be bald

[spectrecowboy]

Okay so I realized how inconsistent I was with drawing Johnny so I made this ref for myself for my AU where the boys are all alive, figured I'd include Ghost and Roach too. I tried to take into account the lore of ghost comics, orignal mw saga and the reboot and what I could find of the CoD mobile comics (which was super minimal unfortunately). I couldn't be bothered to draw helmets though sue me.

I'm writing a fic right now to explain all this how they end up together; angst ensues but not for long. It's really just a lead up to how things got to my cuddle art.

You guys are welcome to use this for reference too if you want, but please do not use my original images without permission!

[ipomoea-batatas]

Heyyyy so on behalf of myself and all other lighter-skinned POC who have ever had a white person try and match foundation for them to absolutely disastrous results…PLEASE stop making Ed so much darker than he actually is. I think some of you heard “stop whitewashing characters of color” and swung all the way in the other direction and that’s…incorrect also. It can feel incredibly othering, as if white people can only think to make POC look Like Them (whitewashing, erasing their identity entirely) or VERY VERY NOT LIKE THEM with no in-between.

Painting non-white skin isn’t just about value (light/dark), it has a lot to do with undertones, overtones, the way different tones appear in places where the skin is thinner, where and how much the skin flushes, if and where hyperpigmentation shows up…Many POC have skin that’s overall a similar value but a different hue to white skin. Even in a more simplified illustration style, you can play with the warmth or coolness of tones to get the idea across.

Attaching some of my old oil portraits to (a) demonstrate the complexity of different skin tones and (b) prove I’m not just an unqualified rando

The first is a (never finished) portrait of a half-Filipino, half-white person (meeee hi!). Now this is not the most perfect example because was wearing makeup when I did this, so my skintone is a bit flattened out, but you can still see that the areas around my chin have a greenish-gold cast (without makeup I have hyperpigmentation here) and the very thin skin under my eyes is gray-green.

The second is a portrait of a very light-skinned white person. You can see the areas around the chin are much more blue, and purple around the eyes. Also much more of a red flush in various places.

The skintones of these two subjects aren’t THAT far off in value, but the actual tones involved are quite different!

Lots of you are illustrating digitally anyway, so if you’re having issues, a quick shortcut is to just copy and paste a screencap of the characters in similar lighting conditions and just use the eyedropper tool. I’ve even seen pre-made palettes floating around by folks that have done this! But like, please please stop doing this. It’s especially troubling when people draw Ed with Stede, because like...in-universe, the Blackbeard persona is in no small part a racialized caricature foisted on Ed due to his identity as a POC—we really don’t need to reinforce that IRL by drawing Ed as this tough-looking character with exaggeratedly dark skin next to dainty, gentlemanly, lace-clad white Stede. ALSO—I see people making Frenchie darker than he actually is, and giving Roach and Oluwande the same complexion. Black folks have a WIDE variety of skintones, owing to both the fact that they come from a wide swath of the globe AND due to a history of violent colonization. Please don’t erase that reality.

[corninthegob]

i feel like this still counts as pride art so like dont be too mad at me if i don't draw any official shit e flags for pride month bc you have this. plus the sky colours are the same as the twink flag so it's kinda there lmaooo

i had to fucking restart all the rendering on stede and ed because im a fucking idiot and i didn't check the values while i was doing it so it looked like SHIT but it's OK because now it looks WAY BETTER. oh btw this whole thing took 9 hours for me that is a lot bc im a speed demon and i usually finish fully rendered shit like this in 4

My face-drawing and likeness-capturing abilities r growing steadily better from doing all this fan art but i still think my first finished drawings of Ed and Stede look the most like them 💀💀 and like yeah *LOGICALLY* i know its because half their faces are hidden but stilllllllllllll :( i reckon my one of Roach looks the most close to what the person actually looks like tho

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION]

A digital painting of Stede and Edward sitting in the crow's nest on The Revenge. It's sunrise, and the image is bathed in a gold-pink light. Edward is wearing his regular clothing, and Stede is wearing his cyan outfit. Stede is holding a cup of tea, and is looking ahead at the sunrise. He is smiling gently, and is talking about something. Edward is leaning in close to him, studying his face intently. His left arm is leaning against the mast so that it is nearly wrapped around Stede. Both have flushed cheeks.

[toaster-boi]

as promised, a frame-by-frame analysis of Episode 4. Long Post warning (link to part 2)

!!! SPOILERS !!! (duh)

so, first off

"singularity", huh? with what appears to be sphere coordinate math? ok, so, putting on my Theory Hat:

i think the Solver is primarily centered around black hole manipulation. it gives affected Workers telekinesis, and gives DDs the ability to fly without flapping their wings, which serve more as weapons/control surfaces for flight. i'll get into this more further down.

so, anyways,

HUMAN HAND HUMAN HAND EW EW EW where the FUCK did that come from???

V knows something. i'm not exactly sure what, but i'd bet it has something to do with the DDs' true mission, with Solver-affected Workers being priority targets and unaffected drones being more for sustenance while they clean up JCJenson's real mess (letting the AbsoluteSolver testing program run amok).

yeah, that's the accretion disk of a black hole.

JCJ knew they'd fucked up before it really went to shit. they thought they could nip it in the bud, too, but didn't get around to it due to the core collapse (keep that in mind).

!!! WHATSAPP ROACH !!!

(i'm calling these Roaches from now on)

um. torture chamber? voluntary decommissioning promotional? they knew the Workers really didn't like what the Solver did to them.

girl what are you doing here???

besties behaviour

<333333333

NGUH??? HUH??? WGHAH???

P R I O R I T Y T A R G E T

and, is that...recognition? she knows that this is a special kind of dangerous. she knows this is exactly what JCJ was trying to sweep under the rug.

yeah you know those ominous tentacle drawings in Nori's Kooky Insane Stuff? that's. uh. yeah that checks out

also immediately followed by that warbly growl that Eldritch J made in Episode 2. so that's definitely related.

ooh character development

that's uh. that's blood????? very red, iron based BLOOD??????????

ok. ok. the DDs were not an original design. they're derivative, not just sharing the hand/most of the head design with basic Workers, but also designed to MIMIC the bio-enhanced predatory forms/features of Solver test subjects that fully progressed into Zombie Drones. they're still designed, though, so JCJ could modify certain aspects such as making the wings bulletproof and making the tail a stinger.

THAT

THAT'S THE FUCKING HAND AGAIN

IT MOVED EW EW EW

uh. Doll. that you?

looks like "recovery attempt", something's holding back N's memories. whether it's deliberate, or a coping mechanism to keep The Horrors at bay, is yet to be seen

"(unintelligible) trigger word"? ok. both options are still possible. but this means whatever's got his memories on lockdown made a key.

THAT'S HER!!! THAT'S THE DRONE FROM N'S FLASHBACK IN EPISODE 2!!! the hair, the bow, it lines up!!! is she the Solver's Patient Zero???

gloved, severed hand, hanging from a chandelier. something terrible happened in that mansion.

THAT'S. THAT'S A BLACK HOLE. I KNEW IT!!! HAHAHA!!!

ok. so. back to Theorizing. remember, the Solver primarily makes black holes/manipulates gravity. the Flashback Drone was the first to make use of it, massacred a bunch of high-profile humans with a small moon-sized BLACK FUCKING HOLE, and Tessa survived (though this is Liam Vickers, could definitely be some Came Back Wrong-type shit). JCJ needed to do something with the drones that witnessed it while experimenting with the Solver itself on Copper-9. N, V, and J were retained/modified/had their memories/personalities altered to act as a failsafe in case the test subjects needed...disassembly. each of them retained some fragments of information (N's flashbacks, V's aggressive behaviour in response to Zombie Uzi, J's "Workers are corrupted" line in Episode 1) probably for a sort of personal directive to genocide their former fellow Workers. Solver-enabled Workers likely caused the Copper-9 core collapse in the same way.

probably doesn't feel too good to have traumatic memories kicked into your digital psyche either

they get high on magnets lmao

he died as he lived: being insufferable and being lit on fire by Uzi

lmao

me when i scurry and scamper

SEE??? I KNEW IT!!! V knows something about Cyn, the registered Administrator that prevents at least N, maybe other DDs, from taking full advantage of the Solver's capabilities

ran out of image space, i'll make a second post

[vernalloy]

[ID: Digital art of an original robot, Roach. He is humanoid in appearance, save for his head, which has a white spotlight for a face, and extends backwards in a rectangular shape. Its eye is framed by a red arc, and the back of its yellow head has a grey tip hanging off to resemble a medieval gugel. Two antennae extend from the red arc. His body is grey and angular, he has Roach written in yellow on his right shoulder. His right arm is grey until halfway down the forearm, where it becomes red. That arm ends with a clawed hand. The other is similarly colored, and ends in an arm cannon. His legs and abdomen are red as well. The ends of its limbs are covered in bristles.

The first picture is a character sheet. It shows a fullbody drawing of Roach without his cloak, pointing his arm cannon. Another version of its head is nearby, showing him squinting by a change in aperture. There is a drawing of its clawed arm in more detail, and then two drawings from the knees up of him with his yellow cloak. The first has both its arms down, so the cloak covers the cannon arm. The other shows him extending its arm similar to the fullbody. The cloak extends from behind the legs to cover the top of the cannon arm, the flexible space in between colored black. The cloak does not cover the right half of his body.

The second image has a comic and two very loose drawings. In the first panel, Roach squints at its score (D S C), with its claw up, and says, "Well of course you'd get an S in killing, how could you skip any..." He slumps forward, dropping his arm and flattening his antennae, eye widened in realization as a transparent image of a green-lit door appears behind him. The first drawing after is an uncolored bust of Roach staring straight forward, labeled "forgot how to parry". The final image shows Roach clinging onto a Malicious Face, drawing blood. He's viewed from behind so its pair of red wings are visible. He is labeled, "Killed Maurice by jumping directly onto its face and cursing wildly."

Below the drawings is a small space for text: "Roach, he/it, [heteroflexible and transgender flags]. Bit of a coward, prefers melee combat, often tears apart dead husks for further blood. Talks a big storm." End ID.]

[tonesplash]

Bikini Lunchtime Part 2 (18+)

pairing: edward cullen x reader

warnings: smut ;), vaginal fingering, slight choking but not really he just puts his hand on ur throat, uuuuh getting caught kinda, reader has a mom

a/n: maybe a part 3 bc ed boy did get cucked

read part one here

"You're speeding." Edward lifts his mouth from the space behind your ear to remind you, and then goes right back to drawing your attention away from the speedometer.

"This is aAh-" You lose your concentration when his tongue swaths hotly up your throat before flicking back into his mouth when it reaches your earlobe. You can feel his smile against your skin. "A lot coming from the guy who hates driving below the triple digits."

One of his heater-warmed hands comes down to knead your thigh as he continues in his effort to wrap the both of you around a tree. "There's just one more turn, (Y/n), I'm sure you can manage." 

Yeah, that and like thirty-something trashcans you want to say, but then he's leaning in again, and without thinking, you clasp your non-dominant hand over his forehead to stop him long enough for you to concentrate. You weren't strong enough to hold him still, but Edward relents nonetheless and allows you to keep him in place as you do your best to park with one hand while he helpfully manages the parking brake. 

"You better make this worth my time, Cullen." You smile in anticipation as your seatbelt whips back into its holder. "It's cold as hell today, and I don't feel like fronting for the electricity bill."

”If you feel cheated at the end of the day, I'll pay it for you.” Edward grins as he kisses your temple and sits back in his seat to disembark.

He's lucky your neighbors aren't nosy because he appears at your car door in a flash, already reaching to help you out with your school bag slung over his shoulder and food trash neatly tied off in the bag it came in. You turn off the engine and hop out to meet him on the sidewalk as you trail towards the front door. You take quick notice of the extra weight in the bag.

"Why won't you just let me trash my car the way I want to? I saw the fries from under my seat were also gone this morning." You squint suspiciously at him over your shoulder as you blindly attempt to unlock the door while simultaneously intimidating him. 

”It was starting to smell like a compost bin.” Edward can only stand you fumbling with your keys for a few seconds before he just takes them from you and opens it himself. Once inside, he hangs your bag on the hook by the door while you slip off your shoes and shrug off your jacket in a vain attempt to make it upstairs before him.

”Well, I think your car smells like a Bath and Bodyworks, what do you think is worse?” You take the stairs two at a time while he effortlessly matches your pace, one hand on the small of your back to keep you from slipping.

”I’d say the health hazard. Without me, you'd definitely have roaches by now.” His dry laugh echoes from behind you and makes you giddy with anticipation. You playfully roll your eyes and shuck your shirt over your head as he opens your bedroom door. The way you eagerly shove and tug off your clothes down to your underwear is hardly a striptease, but it doesn't bother either of you as you scamper over to your underwear drawer to grab your new attire.

"Okay now you-" You hold the bundle of cloth under one arm as you grab his shoulders and guide him to sit on the end of your bed. "-stay right here, I'll be right back!" 

His chuckle follows you out into the hall as you scamper over to your bathroom and shut the door behind you. Your foot misses the leg hole of the bottoms three whole times before you have to stop yourself and take a steadying breath to calmly step into them like a normal person.  

Despite your clear excitement that he can no doubt smell in the air and read in your mind, you decide to tease him a bit as you approach the bedroom. You balance on one leg against the door, gripping the knob as you creep it open and stick your leg through the opening up to your knee. 

"Is this doing anything for you?" You giggle and wiggle your toes in the general direction of the bed.

"Be careful, (Y/n), when you fall through that door you're gonna be very embarrassed." You can still hear the smile in his voice as you almost immediately prove his point by taking an awkward hop forward to balance and accidentally exposing your entire leg at once in your effort to stay upright.

"I'm trying to think of what my entrance song would be but I'm coming up blank. You're gonna have to fill it in yourself." When you peek through the door, you can see his eyes have a laser focus on your thigh. 

"Cellophane." Edward replies without blinking. 

Confused and a little offended, you shove the door open all at once.

"That is so rude! What exactly are you tryi-"

Without warning, Edward crowds you against your door, one hand already lifting your leg to curl around his hip while he covers your mouth with his own. His tongue sweeps from your bottom lip to the roof of your mouth, sucking your tongue and making you shiver between the cold wood of the door and the hard plane of his chest.

His opposite hand strokes down your side, trailing lightly around your breast and ribs until it comes down to cup you through your bottoms. You gasp and break the kiss to bow your head into his shoulder and watch but he won't let you, the hand at your hip leaving to cradle the side of your neck, thumb resting over your windpipe, holding you steady against his mouth while teases you through the nylon.

You arch your hips into his hand and lose yourself in his taste, careful of his teeth lest you prick yourself and have him swear off frenching until the end of time.

Edward releases the kiss with a wet smack, the trail of spit still connecting your lips sticking to your skin as he dives lower to worship your throat.

Pausing his ministrations, he adjusts his hold to be firmly under your ass, his tongue gliding up your sternum as he lifts you above him in one smooth motion. You squeal and cling to his shoulders as he smoothly carries you across the room and gently lays you out amongst your pillows.

Edward climbs to kneel over you, ravishing your mouth with his own, one knee between your legs to grind on as his fingers creep up your sides to tease your breasts, kneading at first, then extending each thumb to play with the bud of your nipples when they strain against your top. The kiss becomes sloppier, spittle trailing down your cheek as you both lose yourself in the sensations.

Your growing desperation overcomes you when he lightly pinches the tips of your breasts, pulling away to shove the thin fabric under your chest, exposing yourself to the open air and his wanton gaze.

“So impatient.” Edward huffs a small laugh, spreading his cool breath over your chest, further pebbling your nipples. He maintains eye contact as he trails slow, reverent kisses down and over your breasts until you can feel the presence of his lips just beyond the skin. 

“For someone with super speed, you sure like to take your time.” You quip and arch yourself into him just as his tongue creeps out to flick against your nipple, eliciting a whimper before it grinds into the sensitive skin, pressing it flat before he snakes an arm under you to further prostrate your chest and sucking your teat into his mouth.

Your reaction is immediate and involuntary, a sharp gasp, spine arching to the nth degree, toes curling against his slacks until he releases you with a pop and pushes his leg harder into your slit, going back to sucking, licking, laving your bud against the cold slick of his tongue until it glistened between you.

You could hardly keep quiet now, moaning and squirming, tugging his hair as he switches sides,  hoping, praying that no one would come home early to find you like this. Edward sweeps his tongue over your neglected breast, bathing it in his spittle and sucking until the buildup of sensitivity becomes too much and you have to shove him away before you cum on his thigh and embarrass yourself.

“I would've liked it, at least.” He smirks before leaning in for another kiss, and laying down next to you, your core disconnecting with a wet smack from the stain that had soaked through to his pants. Your face burns red and your pussy almost feels numb with neglect until his lips are on your throat again and his unused hand pushes past your bottoms, gathering your abundant slick.

He scoots closer to your side, his arm a stark white contrast against your skin with his hand shoved into your bottoms, knuckles straining against the fabric while he rubs your clit into a frenzy.

"Oh, fuck," you moan and toss your head against his shoulder, sensations overwhelming. 

You feel dazed, unfocused, and you can't decide if you want to watch the near frantic movement of his arm or lose yourself in the dirty sounds and sensations and let your eyes glaze over. You think you can hear the front door open, but you're far too wrapped up in him to care.

Edward moans against your temple, empathetic to your pleasure as he switches tactics, two fingers slipping in, while his thumb continues stimulating your clit. It's a tight fit at first but the mild sting adds to your pleasure, and you raise a knee to give him a better angle. The fingers inside of you begin to curl, teasing that spot deep inside, and one of your hands immediately shoots down, death gripping the wrist working at you as you begin to throb.

"You're so wet, and warm." His words are breathless against your temple, straining to not groan full volume into your ear. You involuntarily clench around him.

"I can taste you in the air, and you're so sweet and soft, do you think I'll have time to taste you before anyone gets home, sweetness?" At the last word, he openly moans with you as his thumb rubs upwards, bypassing the hood of your clit while curling his fingers against the softest spot inside of you.

The effect is immediate, your cresting shout is hastily muffled by the palm of his unoccupied hand bracing over your open mouth, and you whimper when he doesn't stop grinding his fingers against that spongy spot on your inner wall, wringing as much cream as you can give onto his hand, even as whoever just came home pauses at the top of the stairs at the sound your blankets rustling when your leg jerks out with overstimulation. You reach out and hitch your knee upwards again to hold it still.

"Can you cum on my hand, darling? And not make a sound?" You sob against his palm. "I want to feel you cum on my hand again, but I can't do that if you're too loud, alright?" 

The nod you give is shaky and stifled by the restriction of his hand, but he has mercy as his fingers start to curl again, and you both watch them writhe under your bikini bottoms in the low light of your covered window, as they disappear in your heat and come up again with the slickest of sounds.

When your thighs stop twitching and the overwhelming stings of overstimulation build into a pleasant hum, Edward pulls his hand out and pulls away to undress, before disappearing in a blink when your bedroom door dents the wall, revealing your very pissed off mother.

Later that night you'd argue whether the loud schlick of your cum on his hand or the ensuing slap of your thighs slamming shut with your ruined orgasm is what got you caught playing hooky on a autumn weekday alone in your bedroom in nothing but an askew bikini.