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[eliskherr]

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[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael is trauma dumping again to FNAF movie Vanessa,,

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sunrise, Parabellum.

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[linkeduniverse]

November Art

[whaalless]

Doodle art dump 🤺🤺

[sketchywasteland]

swap AU designs for v1, v2, and gabriel (or variel, vadriel, and g-3, respectively). these are redraws of the ones i made in this post.

me yapping about the AU below but be warned it contains spoilers for the game up to fraud

Variel (v1)

variel and vadriel are messengers of god, with vadriel writing and reciting god's messages while variel reinforced them.

variel and vadriel were brothers the first few years of their lives, but gradually grew apart as people kept comparing them. variel didn't know how to close the rift, so became resigned to it.

unlike gabriel and vadriel, variel was able to see the hypocrisy of what god said vs what god did and eventually became disillusioned with both god and heaven. when god left heaven, it saw an opportunity to leave as well and flew into hell. hell greeted it with open arms.

variel ripped off vadriel's arm when vadriel hunted it down and tried to drag it back to heaven.

currently, variel is deep in hell, fighting and killing anything hell throws in front of it. so far, hell is entertained, but not for long.

Vadriel (v2)

the definition of nice, but not kind. he becomes kinder throughout the story, though

HUGE jealousy issues, with resentment to boot. when variel was still in heaven, most angels preferred variel to vadriel since variel was considered the "dependable" one. the resentment grew when variel became disillusioned with heaven and refused to do its work, dumping it on vadriel's shoulders. and, of course, it grew into hatred when variel abandoned its post and ripped off vadriel's arm.

vadriel noticed humans exploring hell and booted them out, preventing hell from gaining access to the machines and indirectly saving humanity from extinction. he replaces the cerberi at the gates of hell.

he is absolutely furious when g-3 beats him in battle. not because he's concerned about the humans getting further into hell, but because an object managed to defeat him, and that's humiliating to his already-fragile ego.

G-3 (gabriel)

he was made to guard and repair earthmovers rather than invade them like v1. now that the Great War is over, he's considered an icon of peace and tasked with helping humanity and boosting morale.

after vadriel booted humans out of hell and all other machines failed to defeat him, g-3 was eventually brought into hell to kick the crap out of him. unfortunately, that got the attention of hell, and now g-3 is not allowed to leave.

g-3 doesn't see himself as a person at first, but after he's left to his own devices, he starts thinking more and more about himself, his creators, and what he saw during the war.

g-3 acts as a catalyst for pretty much everyone to become better people, including himself.

[s-guacamolearts]

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[wnacn]

Don't think too hard on it Sonic. Ỳ̷͓ȏ̴̬u̵̳̕ ̴̪̓w̶̩͒o̴̞̿n̴̩͌'̶̰͛ṫ̶͖ ̴͖̀g̷̻̋e̶̟̕t̶̥̆ ̸̧͠t̵͈̐h̶͇́e̸̱͠ ̵̥̐c̴̩͗h̵̻̽a̷̺̅n̷̠͠č̵͎ḙ̸̀ ̸̭͑t̸͈́o̴̼͂.̸̛̗

Welcome to 🍂Paradise Peninsula🍂! One of seven unique cyber space stages Sonic gets to explore once reaching an emerald powered portal.

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[mimorobo]

How would the TSUS bros react to seeing UT's Snowdin in your humble opinion, oh TSUS mutual?

I feel like they'd have some fun with it

Hehehe .... Yes yes, I think they'd have loads of fun!! For starters... SNOW???

Who wouldn't love that???

I also made a bunch of lil sketches too XD, it's a fun "what if"!

:D

[g0ne1997]

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚖.

[cosmic-castor-canadensis]

What if, when BD-1 found Cal on Ilum after they were separated, he thought he was already dead? His body temperature was too low, and he wasn't moving, not even shivering. BD-1 thinks he is too late, that he's lost his Jedi, he's failed. And that's what triggers him to remember Cordova's farewell recording. In that moment, he needs to hear that failure is not the end, just as much as Cal.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Phone guy was wild for saying that to Michael..

[justsomebatfamstuff]

Prompt idea

What of instead ‘Depressed/Abused Tim with no inhibitor because of some drug and tries commit unlive, making Batfam realises they phucked up’ we got Tim who tried eating his phone or just doing every thought that just came to mind like,

“TIM! DON’T PLAY DARTS WITH THE NEEDLES!”

“GET FUCK OFF ME REPLACEMENT!”

“FATHER! DRAKE BIT ME!”

And like so on, and by the end Tim’s phone has been smashed into bits, half of the medbay was destroyed, and Tim had to be removed from a watchlist for sending out nuke warnings as a prank.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

new hs history teacher(/basketball coach ofc) steve who is being shown around the school by gym teacher chrissy.

she takes him around the building to show him where the teacher's lounge is, the cafeteria, what bathrooms to avoid at all costs, and to where her office is if he ever needs anything.

"If I'm not here, I'm probably in Robbie's class over in the language department."

"Robbie?"

"Robin, my partner. She officially teaches ASL, but she likes to join in on the others' lessons whenever she has downtime."

Finally, once they've covered the whole length of the school, she brings him to his room. "So this is you, and right next door is Eddie, our Criminalistics teacher." gesturing to the still-dark window of the door directly across from his in the alcove. 

There's polaroids covering nearly every inch of the outside of the door, pictures of what he can only assume are students with the same dark-haired man.

"Criminalistics?"

"It's a science elective," she explains, "It focuses on the basics of forensic science!"

"Wow that’s…really?"

She nods enthusiastically, "It’s super interesting,” she nods, moving to unlock the empty what-will-be history classroom. “Eddie’s here on even days, and in the music room on odd days for the guitar elective classes."

"Anything I should know about my wall neighbor?" he asks as she pushes the door open.

It looks like she's going to say no, but something flickers across her face and she winces minutely.

"Oh god, what is it?"

She looks at him sheepishly, "How do you feel about metal music?"

--

Since his tour in mid June, Steve's completely overhauled his classroom. 

The only room available to him was the one down here in the science hall, but he made do, plastering removable whiteboard contact paper to the tops of the lab tables and a little reminder at each spot for the students about his less-than-stellar hearing, to make sure they speak up when answering a question from the back of the room.

And ever since he got his room, he'd been waiting for the day he finally meets his neighbor.

He met Chrissy's Robbie the same day he had the tour, and they clicked instantly (No seriously, how did he ever function before Robin?). Chrissy had made the comment about them being platonic soulmates one night in August when they'd gone out for one too many drinks, and it's stuck ever since.

Speaking of: "What are you still doing here, dingus? It's almost five."

"Yeah, I know, I know," he says, waving her off.

Robin comes in from the hall and plops herself down on one of the table tops instead of helping him hang a map behind his desk. "You're still adding stuff to your walls?"

"Well, I haven't been here for a couple years already, Bobs," he grits out as he stretches up on his toes to hang the far corner of his map. Finally, the eyelet hooks over the many-times-painted-over hook embedded in the concrete wall. "So yes."

"Well you can finish up tomorrow, we," she emphasizes the word by dramatically waving the same sign with her hand between them, "Have a burger date to get to." 

--

The following day, the day before the school year officially starts, Steve arrives early to his classroom, only to find his neighbor's classroom lit up as well.

The be-polaroided door is propped open all the way, the sound of heavy drums and guitar streaming out the door along with the faint smell of moth balls and a spicy incense.

His own room forgotten, Steve steps through Mr. Munson's doorway.

Eddie is standing behind his desk at the front of the room, but hunched over it scribbling onto something.

When Steve's shoe squeaks against the tile floor, Eddie says "Hey, what do you think, identifying skeletal remains, or blood spatter first?" without looking up at him.

"Skeletons, of course." Eddie's head snaps up to look at him. His huge dark eyes are much more striking in person than in a photo. "Much more interesting, yeah?"

Eddie blinks at him. "You're not Chrissy."

"You're correct."

Eddie blinks again, "Who're you?"

"Oh, sorry, hi. I'm Steve. I'm your new neighbor." he gives the other man an awkward wave when he still doesn't move. "Sorry, should I--" he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb.

"No!" Eddie interrupts, standing straight and hurrying out from around his desk. 

He extends a hand and jogs lightly up to Steve. His pen is still laced into his fingers, the end of it chewed flat. "Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he tucks the pen behind his ear, "I'm Eddie. Munson."

"I know," Steve smirks, taking Eddie's hand. "I've been waiting to meet you."

"Oh have you?" he smirks.

"Yeah, Chrissy told me you're her best friend and I wanted your advice on maybe asking her out."

Eddie's face hardens immediately, the warm milk chocolate of his eyes curing into a solid dark, the easy smirk morphing into a cringe as he looks Steve up and down.

He opens his mouth to say something particularly scathing, Steve's sure, but he cuts him off before he can. "I'm kidding, man, I know she's with Robin."

His expression softens just a bit.

"Plus, she's not really my type anyway, even if I were hers."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm more into brunettes." Steve winks, finally releasing Eddie's hand. "I still have a bit more to get done, but I'll check in with you later?"

"Oh--yeah, for sure, I'll be here." Eddie stammers out, his cheeks tinged pink.

Steve fist pumps in his head as he heads to his door, You still got it, Harrington.

[thou-babbling-brook]

Whipped up a quick slutty birthday post for the whore himself

So I realized last year while I was in Florence that Ezio’s birthday coincides with the St. John the Baptist Festival there!! One of the big attractions for the day is the calcio storico fiorentino, which is like soccer on steroids feat. punching and mud. It started around the 15th century when Ezio would’ve been kicking around, so I decided to draw him semi-historically accurate playing in the game.

See below for the progress!