#metallic gray

[seacircus]

Dallas Pantry Kitchen Example of a mid-sized transitional u-shaped medium tone wood floor and brown floor kitchen pantry design with an undermount sink, raised-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, metallic backsplash, glass tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and gray countertops

[k0sm]

i made some gifs with my friend @rampagedcatfish who made the template thank yu sorry for not posting in half a year

[k1tt13s-crypt]

More Slipknot finds !!

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[solidsnakecake]

Happy Pride Month to Hideo Kojima's OTP

[talos-stims]

james albin on yt | source

[taritoons]

An assortment Metal Gear Solid doodles.

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[kabukiaku]

WHO UP SLIPPIN THEIR KNOT RN?!

[unauthorized-output]

Slipknot's Vol. 3 Raw scans of entire CD insert. Zoom for detail. (no edits for color correction or straightening)

since you guys have enjoyed the individual scans so much

[toastedstims]

A computer and robot themed stimboard for anon!!

🤖💻🤖|💻🤖💻|🤖💻🤖

[natsu12291]

y'know what?

*cartoonized your slapnut*

[ktamina]

"Oasis sucks dick and we want to fight them..."

The fully monty on Slipknot's pint-sized drum demon.

[aqua-regia009]

The Creature — Illustrations by Bernie Wrightson (American, 1948-2017) for Mary Shelley's Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus.

[dast4rd]

gray fox commissioned by @koobinn!!! thank u so much for the comm 🤎🤎🤎

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 230

He's been given many names over the eternities.

Kronos. Time. Ouroboros. The World Serpent. It comes with being an Ancient. With being one of the oldest primordial being of them all. Only his own parent, Infinity itself was older.

He was an unstoppable force, no matter what the Observants wished to think, their chains akin to mosquito bites- if that- as they shattered.

Clockwork is his favorite name he decided long ago, when he'd first seen the possibilities of the world his so-called employers complained he had obsessed over.

Yet how could he not? This world had given him children after all. Ghostlings all his own, human and not, mortal and more. Invisible to his machinations and strumming of the strings of Fate.

And here he lay, curled in a bed he had no need for but had meticulously crafted for the Cores he held against himself so lovingly. His own little bit of Space, a smaller Moon and Sun, joined by Life and Storm and Sea and Ore. Newborn Ancients in their own right, Cores unstable and cracked from the actions of mortals who did not understand, who could not.

Perhaps, he pondered, it was best.

They might be Ancients under their own rights, but they were still young. Too young, their very essence risking collapsing under their own power unless he did something.

Clockwork crooned a lullaby in the words of Reality, running a finger across one of the cracks before picking the core up. And swallowing it.

One by one until they were safe. Protected. Able to use his own energy to stabilize their own instinctively. He hummed a song he knew by heart, by Core, and let the clocks tick on. He had much work to be done.

His ghostlings only deserved the best after all.