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[onehundredgar]

OKAY FINE. YEAH I LIKE FISH. FINE. YOU GOT IT OUTTA ME. TWIST MY ARM WHY DONTCHA. HAPPY NOW?

[0x1000]

I AM GOING TO FUCKING PASS OUT

[veifei]

qiao ling is so cool cos she's literally just a girl (loves gossip and going out and music and going on runs...just like me fr) but also she's a savvy business woman,, also will kick the shit out of you and will not fuckin hesitate.

[tiptoelightlypastmymind]

“Like the hydra, you can cut off my head and hold it up for the world to see, but two more will quietly appear and be working in the shadows,” Meyer wrote. “Slating Trump to speak at [Madison Square Garden], putting ‘poisoning the blood’ in his speeches, setting up Odal runes at CPAC, etc. In a few years, one of those groypers [white supremacists] might even quietly bring me back in, with a stern warning for me to ‘be more careful next time.’”

A Trump Field Director Was Fired for Being a White Nationalist (via Politico)

[bdbdbdbdmn]

your internet has All Of Your Data. it shares information between devices over the wifi. Everything you do Is Known by All of your electronic devices that have the ability to connect to the internet. not only will it get your tiktok to show you trans stuff, but if you share wifi with anyone, or sync contacts, etc., it will show it to your friends and family and roommates and neighbors and whoever used the same wifi as you at a place with free wifi. it's incredibly fucked up that it happens and that it's not explicitly told to everyone that it is happening and that it's not a simple problem to solve, but it's not trans people's fault. it's the internet companies' faults. i don't even think you can really be blamed since you weren't told, even if you were "technically" the one that caused it. it's fucking disgusting how our private alone time is bought and sold by these companies, and it needs to be stopped.

I can't believe I gotta be saying this shit but. a trans guy headcanoning a masculine or strong female character as also being a trans guy doesn't take anything from cis women just so it's clear. first of all, it's a headcanon. in his HEAD. about a fake not real character. an angel has never had their wings "violently ripped off and thrown into a shredder" because of a headcanon, especially not for trans headcanons. it's not misogynistic for trans men to find common ground with girl characters, especially likable, cool, masculine ones who struggle against sexism. they know women can be strong too. they know that girls can like boy things. why are you assuming that everything they do is a betrayal and sexist? why do you think they skipped believing cis men and cis women are equal and went straight to transitioning? you have to not be sexist for the entire concept to work

[miguel-owhora]

mreader who trained under price when he was idk uhhhhhhhh a sergeant or something lol n they just clicked. as in price was amused and a little flattered by mreader's eagerness for his approval. mreader who becomes 'price's boy', who would beat you up if you even dared to entertain the notion of dragging his name through the mud.

mreader who got upset when price left or something idk and for a couple of years, nothing happens. then, imagine price's surprise when he laswell recommends you to him and he's eager to recruit his former apprentice.

and fuck, price gets punched in the gut when he sees you again: big, tall, confident, fucking cocky with a loudmouth and a silver tongue that never learned how to shut - except when price's cock is nursed down your throat, your pretty eyes staring back at him with expecting praises and approval from his captain. and price wants to laugh, wants to cry: you never did change.

[fluffyenergee]

I dunno if you are into sniper x spy BUT! I have a silly scenario where they hang out durring the battle where sniper is looking through his scope while spy sits behind him, gently running his gloved fingertips up Mick's side/armpit/neck etc... And sniper tries his best to hold still to hit his shots while spy whispers some sweet nothings about his ticklish (insert a spot here)

Soooo first of all. I'm more or less into any merc x merc ship (preferably from the same faction though). I mean, I do ideally want them all as a poly and Sniper x Spy are certainly in it soooo. I do have to say however, if there is one ship that is my least favourite among those it's this one hfh;uiroi. But wait. It's not even the ship's fault, no, it's just that at least from what I saw of this when there is art for it there is a LOT of sexual stuff, like, more than usual. And my sex-repulsed ass can't take it which made me kinda instinctively flinch at this ship, you know what I mean?

Having said that, I liked this idea and it flustered me so much that uhhhhhhhh

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It was a fairly peaceful payload match. Either RED was in excellent condition or BLU was in a dreadful one because the former was able to push the latter away from the cart and from Sniper's field of view so it didn’t seem BLU would get to pushing any time soon. Still, Sniper, feeling the hardness of the crate underneath him and the rifle in his hands, hadn't stopped examining the surroundings through the scope, just in case some sneaky BLU managed to show up around the corner even if just for a second.

“Bushman.”

One swing of his kukri later and Sniper was face-to-face with Spy. The RED one. Whose hand was currently around the handle of Sniper’s melee preventing it from touching him.

“What do ya want?” Sniper sighed and lowered his hand. “We’re in the middle of something.”

���Are we?” Spy raised his brow. “That ‘something’ isn’t very eventful, is it?”

Sniper rolled his eyes and returned to his previous position, eyes focused once again. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”

“I could be,” Sniper heard some shuffling and creaking behind him, “but it seems for once there is no need.” A thud. “I came here to check on you.”

“I don’t need checkin’ but thanks, I guess.” A loud boom. Sniper’s eyes narrowed. A click. “Boom, headshot,” He celebrated headshotting the enemy Soldier. “Those BLU wankers seem to be pushin’ through so ya shoulD- ack!” His shoulders tensed up when he felt a flick of a gloved finger against his side. He quickly corrected his aim.

“I don’t think there is a need for that,” Spy mused, concealed amusement dancing in his voice. “Right now, I prefer being here.” He swapped his one finger for five and ran them back down Sniper’s side who trembled in his spot, his right arms jerking slightly.

“Spy…” Sniper hissed under his breath and just as he lined a shot at Pyro… another hand found its place on his left side and a total set of ten fingers skittered up both of them. “Ahah-!” The bullet flew into Pyro’s mask, thank the stars, but higher than Sniper was aiming for. “Spy!” He turned his head around to eye his “guest” whose hands were now at his own sides, his face as expressionless as ever.

“Focus on the killing, mon ami.” Spy smirked slightly now with that brand of smugness of his. “Or is there something distracting you?”

“...No.” Sniper hesitated for just a second and turned back. 

Meanwhile, Spy stayed in place, waiting until his teammate started moving his rifle, following an enemy. Spy’s hand flew to Sniper’s neck.

“Tchhh,” Sniper snickered, feeling gentle tracing on his nape. This time his shot missed, even if just by an inch or two. “S-Spy, I swear to-...” He bit his lower lip feeling Spy’s other hand moving from his hip all the way up to his armpit. “Spy!” He hissed while trying to follow BLU Scout through the scope. It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands still on the rifle… To hell with that, with one of Spy’s hands scribbling on the side of his neck and the other continuously moving up and down all along his left side it was hard to keep them on the rifle at all.

“What’s wrong?” Spy’s all-too-happy-sounding whisper appeared close to Sniper’s ear. Too close. “Don’t tell me such a professional like you can’t take a little bit of distraction.” He blew on the ear right as Sniper finally took down that pesky Scout. “See? You’re doing just fine.” He said nothing about the way Sniper’s shoulder moved in a quick circle, hitting his jaw. It didn’t stop Spy from blowing on his ear again a second later causing the other to tilt his head.

Sniper wanted to reply, he really did. More than that he wanted to just push Spy away for good, preferably out of his sniping spot all-together but the BLUs were really pushing through now. Well, maybe if someone stopped tickling him and let him actually do his job and decided to return to his own, they wouldn’t, but alas. Now the few shots Sniper did manage to land felt coincidental.

Maybe if he himself wasn’t ticklish it all could work too…

Nonetheless.

Spy’s devious, devilish fingers were still at work and Sniper was getting worse and worse at resisting them… as well as the warmth building up inside him. And apparently on the outside too.

“You’re blushing, mon cher,” Spy purred as he squeezed just below Sniper’s ribs. The next thing that left his lips caused the marksman’s facial muscles to twitch, “Someone’s enjoying this.”

“Am nohohot!” Sniper couldn’t stop himself from replying this time despite knowing it came at the cost of maybe, just maybe, penetrating someone’s skull with a bullet, though at this point he would have been lucky if it had gone through any flesh at all.

Yet, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face even during the short pauses Spy provided him with every now and then before attacking a ticklish spot once again.

“Denial doesn’t look good on you.”

“Bein’ an asshole ain’t looking good on ya ei- ahah!” A whole-body shudder threw Sniper out of whatever focus remained in him when Spy simultaneously blew down on his neck and wiggled gloved fingers against both of his hips. Worse, he didn’t stop, if anything he accelerated his movements and Sniper’s back straightened rapidly. “YAHAHAHA!” His rifle plummeted to the floor. 

Sniper turned around even quicker but couldn’t do much when Spy took the “invitation” immediately and directed his fingers towards his stomach, tickling it more aggressively than any spot before.

“PFFAHAHAHA! S-SPY! YA BLOOHOHOHOHODY SCOHOHOUNDREL!” Sniper’s hands latched onto Spy’s forearms while he sucked in his stomach. “S-TOHOHOHOP THAHAHAT!”

Spy opened his mouth and Sniper could have only hoped, yes, hoped, not believed, that what was to leave it would be an assurance of an incoming ending as he kept pushing Spy’s arms away when-.

Whoosh.

Sniper had barely managed to catch the sight of Spy’s face switching from a grin to a frown before he moved away, turned around, and- backstabbed the newly arrived BLU Spy.

“Well,” Spy had dusted himself off, next eyeing Sniper who was catching his breath, still without his rifle in his hands, “this seems to be my cue. Get yourself together soon, jar man.” Spy turned to walk through the doorway but before he could he, of course, had to be obnoxious and wink at Sniper. “I would suggest praying the respawn machine suddenly changed its rules and wiped that Spy’s memory clean.” With that he disappeared.

Sniper? Sighed, leaned his forehead against the wall, willing the warmth inside him to disappear before retrieving his rifle and finding his positing.

Yep, he sure hoped the respawn machine suddenly, without anyone knowing, decided to start erasing some memories. He didn’t believe that, but he sure did hope.

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Fic jumpscare >.>

God forbid mercenaries have hobbies 🙄

[wisecrackingeric-2]

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((Click for better quality!!!!)) UHHHHHHHH SURPRISE!!! IM (hopefully) MAKING MERCH!!!!!!!!!!! THATS WHY I HAVE A GIANT WATERMARK OVER THESE IMAGES AGENWHENDUSNSJS

ANYWAYS I’m gonna be making a series of Pokémon x Resident Evil acrylic standees!!!!!! Hopefully!!!!!! If all things go right and don’t explode BUT the first in the series is ofc Luis with Iron Valiant, Mudsbray and Floette!!!! I’ll keep updating this as I finish more and again this is only assuming all goes to plan but otherwise!!!!!!!!! Reblogs are really really appreciated and I’ll keep you guys updated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Closeup of Luis’ face under cut cuz I’m so happy with how it turned out :))

[nihils-trolls]

Well UHHHHHHHH

If you by chance want to commission me for anything. I have 3 slots available at the moment... you can find my prices and current options here on Ko-Fi 👉👈

[chiptunepacifist]

Wanted to practice drawin all of the gang.. caine will be next uhhhhhhhh eventually?

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[trickstarbrave]

wip whenever

HIIIII i got tagged by @saltymaplesyrup (idk why it will not let me at you) and @your-talos-is-problematic

and i taggggggg uhhhhhhhh @thescrolls-haveforetold @caliblorn @orfeoarte and ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO IT :))))

i have been playing video games instead of drawing or writing the past few days so not much progress on the wips as of late. i do have a small section of moon and star (again. wildly out of order. hopefully it wont take me months to update again but you know how it is

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Nerevar’s eyes snapped open. His hands frantically touched at his chest, once again checking for the wound, only to find nothing. Still, the unmistakable ache was there, however faint. 

“Where…?” He found himself someplace… Bizarre. There was stone architecture, that much he knew, but it seemed… Foreign, though they were in a state of disarray. It looked like some kind of abandoned tower, the roof having long since caved in, vines growing over stone. In the middle, where Nerevar was laying was soft grass and a few wildflowers. He sat up, looking around even further, confused. 

“Damn Trinimac, causing problems again…” Someone behind him muttered, and Nerevar quickly turned to see--

Himself? 

He jumped, panicked. No, no he could tell it wasn’t himself. He looked a lot like Nerevar, and sounded a lot like Nerevar, but there was something off about his appearance. He was taller than Nerevar--around Voryn’s height maybe? His hair was much longer too, not to mention he was wearing long robes Nerevar would never wear given how complicated and annoying they looked. Not to mention the longer he looked at him the more his appearance seemed to change--subtle ripples you had to focus on to know. His eyes subtly changed shape, along with his other features, sort of at random in moments where if you blinked you’d miss them. 

“Apologies for that.” The man said, walking over and plopping down to sit next to Nerevar. “I never expected his followers to summon him, nor that he’d do something like that…”

“Who are you?” Nerevar asked, his heart still racing in his chest. The other simply plopped his chin in his hand, staring back at Nerevar, amused.

“You and your lover--both just asking questions instead of even trying to figure it out for yourselves…” He tsk-tsked with a soft click of his tongue and a shake of his head. 

“How the hell am I supposed to know who you are?” Nerevar snapped. “I don’t even know where I am!” 

“Easy, no need to raise your voice.” He still looked amused, despite Nerevar’s anger. 

“Why in Oblivion do you look like me?” Nerevar demanded an answer now; he was in no mood to play games at the moment. He felt his heart being ripped out by that damn orc god and now he had someone playing mind games with him. 

The other sighed.

“I am Lorkhan.” Nerevar’s blood ran cold. 

“What…?” Nerevar stared in confusion and shock. “But Lorkhan is--”

“Dead?” He asked with a smirk and a quirk of his brow. “Don’t I know it.” Lorkhan then laughed heartily. “But when did that stop the dead from interfering with the living from time to time?”

“Why are you here?” Nerevar asked, leaning away from him. 

“I thought it would be only fair to show myself to you after that stunt Trinimac pulled.” He explained. “Though I imagine the fact you were stabbed through the chest once before only made it that much harder for you.”

Nerevar was trying to figure out the situation he was in, putting the pieces together the best he could. Several daedra called him Lorkhan, and here was Lorkhan looking remarkably similar to Nerevar. Was it possible people were mixing them up based on appearance? That didn’t seem quite right; it would make sense for Malacath and potentially Dagon, but Dagon didn’t call him Lorkhan initially, and not to mention it wouldn’t explain the nords. He doubted the elf hating people of Skyrim would so readily accept an elven appearance for their chief deity. Nor did it explain the strange, supernatural beating of his heart that drove him to accomplish strange feats out of sheer willpower alone. 

“... Why do you look like me?” Nerevar repeated his question again.

“Come now, I thought you’d be smart enough to figure that out.” Lorkhan laughed again. 

“Answer me.”  “Well,” Lorkhan’s grin looked mischievous now. “It’s only fitting I look like you because I am you, don’t you think?”

[faelleie]

uhhhhhhhh self indulgent but whatever (click for better quality)

[epiph-annie]

SOME RLLY BAD NO PRESSURE USER NAMES :)

acoustic annie

annies arcade

annie how, epiph-annie, annie-who, annie-where,

uhhhhhhhh

idk ill lyk if i think of more (THSES ARE BAD IM NOT THE BEST AT USERS) (SSRRY ALSO I JS CAME UO W THEM LIKE ON THE SPOT SO DONT JUFJE)

DUDE THESE ARE SO GOOOOOOOOOD.

annie-who really clicked my brain. i like it.

i swear epiph-annie is so fuckcinf cute

now let me struggle trying to pick between these two

people tell me which one u like cuz public opinion is important ✨

[catladymasterofsqirl]

UHHHHHHHH WHAT SHOULD I DRAW AND LIKE IN WHAT SITUATION SHOULD I DRAW THEM I WANNA DRAW BUT CANT THINK

[emilsgrippers]

Here’s that finished junko I teased earlier

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if anyone like.cares or anything. Kicks at ground

I’ve never drawn her before so this was new and fun uhhhhhhhh I wanna just doodle her next time this was too time consuming waaaaahhh dies

I wil be drawing her again. I hope this gets like 3 likes

[tobiasdrake]

Yukio's introduction kills me.

They want to give her this super cool establishing scene where she shows off her awesome skills but also they haven't really set up Logan in a position where she can do something super cool to establish herself.

Like. He's in a bar full of drunk Canadians, one of whom got his buddies killed by hunting poorly. It's really hard to be a badass anime warrior in a bar full of drunk Canadians who hunt poorly.

So she has this ominous scene where she's like, "I have used my death seeing powers to see that these people suck."

"This is way below your pay grade, The Wolverine. Why are we even starting your movie here?"

But then Doofus McStabbed Hand finally breaks free!

So she expertly vanquishes him with a spin kick.

Look at that badass posture she drops into. Like, she is all set for a way cooler fight scene than this.

All the other doofuses around the bar are like, "Oh no, Bob got kicked, eh!" and shuffle around awkwardly. This one dude draws a gun but the bewildered terror in his eyes says he has no idea if he actually wants to be part of whatever the fuck is happening right now.

"Uhhhhhhhh I wasn't part of the bear thing. Are we cool, man?"

And then she starts monologuing to the drunk Canadians about how cool her sword is.

Why. Why is she doing this. Why is she telling the bar about her sword. XD

Gun dude decides he does want a piece of this, so he gets up from the bar and walks over to her so he can use his gun. Guns are, after all, famously melee weapons.

Look at how disappointed she is that this is her big establishing fight scene.

She bops this asshole down with the scabbard. Then, for absolutely no reason, draws her katana and cuts this man's beer in half.

And also the stool this other guy is sitting on.

They were just bystanders. What the fuck, Yukio.

It's so she can do this cool anime warrior thing where the click of her sword returning to her scabbard causes the things she cut to fall apart. Though she doesn't even time it right.

A full four seconds pass between the dramatic sheathing and this man's beer falling apart. She fucked up the timing on her big anime moment where she attacked random bystanders for no reason.

What a weird introduction to this character.