#very sketchy oop

[melioristicbeast]

they're on a boat

wanted to capture the serenity of being out on the water on a warm afternoon

(they're listening to derek's playlist for once, rec under the cut)

[find this and my other sterek art on Redbubble!]

Had this on repeat while drawing it, thought the melancholic vibes fit ♥

[technically-human]

Does Stone need some tissues for crying? Has he cried after Robotnik... he needs tissues

Nah. Even now, he's doing his best to avoid crying. The Doctor didn't like it.

ko-fi

[jumjum-crafts]

Sketches n Concepts!

(also design ideas)

[vaguely-lavender-er]

I’ve compiled most of the Simons I drew in October for your viewing pleasure :]

[cryptidmickle]

so what if. and hear me out. i made my own au for shadowvanilla purposes-

au details below

HELLO SO I PRESENT AMNESIAC AU

so you see, i was minding my business, drawing and looking at cookies and how everyone has their own cool aus with awesome designs and i went "well im not very good at designing but i Love putting characters in Situations"

this au is mostly focused on shadowvanilla so dont be too hopeful I'll get into the other cookies besides their little circle, im ill for gay yaoi only okay

So! motions to comic above, amnesia smilk time! let me elaborate

Pure vanilla fucked up BIG TIME, in that he maybe ventured out to beast yeast alone to try and find out more about the beasts and a way to stop them, as people with a savior complex have a habit of doing. Maybe, perhaps, also at the same time, smilk was getting the workings of his new dough body done and sensing pv was nearby decided to take the opportunity to torment him a little, yknow he cant help himself! he needs to see him

a nasty little fight and confrontation in some old structures of smilk (or at the spire) result in pv using a strange spell he spotted in the surrounding papers and documents, and .... accidentally cracks smilk's soul jam! hehe, oops!

and also sealing his memories. double oops. damn, what are you gonna do now pv?

well he cant leave confused smilk alone here, and itd honestly be best the other beasts and dark enchantress dont drag him back there in this state, so he offers a hand.

"Come with me. We can help you, I'll make sure you're okay."

a memory-less smilk is confused by this but... he's already grabbing the other cookie's hand before he realizes it. It'll probably be fine, something about this cookie... makes something in him feel okay.

taps forehead, im still working everything out of course, and i WILL be cursing all of you with sketchy stuff about it when I'm able, i need more time to figure out smilk's behaviors without the soul jam and corruption

of course I'm always of the mind that pre-corruption smilk was kind of a rat and rude but how exactly is the real question!! how bad was it before the corruption exacerbated the negative qualities of knowledge and his personality

anyways,,, feel free to ask questions!! it could help me figure this all out, if yall are interested of course,,,,,,,my,,,, handful of crk followers SNRRKS

[gigi-loveless]

summary - loser!roommate!ellie gets you a special new toy.

warnings - smut (duh), use of vibrator, very very light degradation

authors note - this has been sitting in my drafts for like two months 😭 anyways!! requests are open!

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loser!roommate!ellie who is obsessed with toys. and i mean obsessed.

new packages are always on your doorstep from some sketchy ass website, triple wrapped with duct tape. curiously, you peer over her shoulder while she flips out her pocket knife and digs it into the box, breaking the seal with ease.

"what is it, els?" you ponder, brushing your hand over her shoulder sensually.

"shh. you'll see..." she nearly whispers, plucking the small, purple toy out of the box. thighs rubbing together in anticipation, you tilt your head at the oddly shaped item, as ellie smirks at you.

“so this….is a phone controlled vibrator."

oh.

~

“els…..” you mewl out, reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. the knot in your stomach pulsed, the aching becoming unbearable, vision going fuzzy.

“hold it.” she answers nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up from her phone to see the pathetic mess you’ve made before her. scrolling just to flip back to the app for a moment to turn the vibrator up to an agonizing high, pretending to wipe her mouth to cover her shit eating smirk.

“this was just to test it out….i’m supposed to take you out when you can barely behave yourself here?” she chuckles, her fingers drumming against her thigh.

the moans you were suppressing were absolutely sinful to keep to yourself, though ellie urged you to be quiet. just to make things interesting, you let out a pornographic whine, throwing your head back in pleasure. the room goes quiet for a moment, besides the trill of the tv.

“mm…..” ellie hums out, running her fingers through her auburn locks, gesturing her head towards the tv. “js’ watch your show, princess.”

suddenly, the steady, reliable trill of the toy began to pulse erratically against your puffy, throbbing clit, your back arching into it involuntarily. chanting her name like a prayer, your high is approaching quickly, guttural whines finally escaping the confines of your throat.

“thought you were better than that angel….” ellie tuts, taunting you as she strips of her boxers, her favorite light blue strap sitting snugly on her hips.

pt. 2….? this was supposed to just be a drabble but i got carried away oops!

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[error-dream-was-found]

I just saw your idea about Quackity sucking at torture and I am SO intrigued 👀 Please do tell

(Also I absolutely love love love your writing <3)

Hiii, thank you for asking :)

And I'm happy to hear that you enjoy my writing <3

It's been a while since I came up with that idea and I can't seem to find my notes on it (I found like 15 other half forgotten AUs instead oops) but I'm pretty sure it came from some discussion with Flora.

The basic idea is that everything happens just as it does in canon and Quackity goes to torture Dream. This is where things get sketchy because as I said, this is a 100 % crack idea so ... what if Quackity just somehow managed to fuck up every single torture attempt?

I really wish I could find my notes on this because I know I had some specific ideas written down but let's go with what I remember. During the first visit I think he might've just underestimated Dream who in spite of being in the prison for a while now was still able to dodge Quackity and maybe even disarm him or something just it ends up with Sam having to interfere.

But it's okay! Quackity's got it! It was just a ... a minor inconvenience, nothing more. But ... things are just not working out during his second visit either, nor during the third one or the fourth one.

Dream is totally not giving fuck about what Quackity wants and for the sake of crack Quackity just miserably fails in all his attempts to torture Dream in the most ridiculous ways possible.

Like, he will get his axe stuck in the obsidian and can't pull it out, he drops a harming potion and hits himself instead of Dream, he sets himself on fire on accident (that lava wall had no business being over there!), he fails to realize that Dream is actually good in strategic games and his plan to hurt Dream for losing a game fails when the game drags on for way too long (bonus points if he loses somehow). Just some very weird (and hopefully somewhat funny) stuff happens.

Some time he doesn't even get to try his hand at torture because he gets carried away with wedding preparation and all (just imagine him forcing Dream help with choosing the decorations or something lol)

After his fight with Karl Dream is forced to be the therapist (he has no escape while Quackity cries about the state of his relationship), least to say Dream is very confused why Quackity thought he is the right person to ask about the relationship problems (srsly Q have you seen the state of his relationships???)

At this point Dream himself might try to give him tips, look he is not a fan of getting tortured but this is just sad, okay?

Perhaps he will manage to actually hurt Dream at some point but by then I think he would be too used to failing that it actually freaks him out more than it freaks out Dream himself. The rest of the "session" was spend fretting over Dream because god man you're bleeding! Dream is just there like ... isn't this what you wanted? And well yeah but also no! (Q has some very mixed feelings)

Overall though I think Q would maim himself in that cell more than he ever did to Dream. On accident of course. I never figured out the logistics of this one but it'd be hella funny if Q somehow managed to idk cut of his own finger or something of the sort which would just end up with him freaking out and Dream having to try to calm him down while also calling for Sam to bring a healing potion

I know that it's supper cannon inaccurate but it's really just a crack idea without any real plot behind it 😅

[youzicha]

Thinking about that that "slop accelerationism" post, and also Scott's AI art Turing test.

I also hope AI text- and image-generation will help shake us loose from cheap bad art. For example, the fact that you can now generate perfectly rendered anime girls at the click of button kindof suggests that there was never much content in those drawings. Though maybe we didn't really need AI for that insight? It feels very similar to that shift in fashion that rejected Bouguereau-style laboriously-rendered pretty girls in favor of more sketchy brush work.

But will we really be so lucky that only things that we already suspected was slop will prove valueless?

As usual with AI, Douglas Hofstadter already thought about this a long time ago, in an essay from 2001. Back in 1979 he had written

Will a computer program ever write beautiful music? Speculation: Yes, but not soon. Music is a language of emotions, and until programs have emotions as complex as ours, there is no way a program will write anything beautiful. There can be "forgeries"—shallow imitations of the syntax of earlier music—but despite what one might think at first, there is much more to musical expression than can be captured in syntactical rules. There will be no new kinds of beauty turned up for a long time by computer music-composing programs. Let me carry this thought a little further. To think—and I have heard this suggested—that we might soon be able to command a preprogrammed mass-produced mail-order twenty-dollar desk-model "music box" to bring forth from its sterile [sic!] circuitry pieces which Chopin or Bach might have written had they lived longer is a grotesque and shameful misestimation of the depth of the human spirit. A "program" which could produce music as they did would have to wander around the world on its own, fighting its way through the maze of life and feeling every moment of it. It would have to understand the joy and loneliness of a chilly night wind, the longing for a cherished hand, the inaccessibility of a distant town, the heartbreak and regeneration after a human death. It would have to have known resignation and world-weariness, grief and despair, determination and victory, piety and awe. In it would have had to commingle such opposites as hope and fear, anguish and jubilation, serenity and suspense. Part and parcel of it would have to be a sense of grace, humor, rhythm, a sense of the unexpected and of course an exquisite awareness of the magic of fresh creation. Therein, and therein only, lie the sources of meaning in music.

I think this is helpful in pinning down what we would have liked to be true. Because in 1995, somebody wrote a program that generates music by applying simple syntactic rules to combine patterns from existing pieces, and it sounded really good! (In fact, it passed a kind of AI art turing test.) Oops!

The worry, then, is that we just found out that the computer has as complex emotions as us, and they aren't complex at all. It would be like adversarial examples for humans: the noise-like pattern added to the panda doesn't "represent" a gibbon, it's an artifact of the particular weights and topology of the image recognizer, and the resulting classification doesn't "mean" anything. Similarly, Arnulf Rainer wrote that when he reworked Wine-Crucifix, "the quality and truth of the picture only grew as it became darker and darker"—doesn't this sound a bit like gradient descent? Did he stumble on a pattern that triggers our "truth" detector, even though the pattern is merely a shallow stimulus made of copies of religious iconography that we imprinted on as kids?

One attempt to recover is to say Chopin really did write music based on the experience of fighting through the maze of life, and it's just that philistine consumers can't tell the difference between the real and the counterfeit. But this is not very helpful, it means that we were fooling ourselves, and the meaning that we imagined never existed.

More promising, maybe the program is a "plagiarism machine", which just copies the hard-won grief, despair, world-weariness &c that Chopin recorded? On its own it's not impressive that a program can output an image indistinguishable from Gauguin's, I can write such a program in a single line:

print("https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gauguin,Paul-Still_Life_with_Profile_of_Laval-_Google_Art_Project.jpg")

I think this is the conclusion that Hofstadter leans towards: the value of Chopin and the other composers was to discover the "template" that can then be instantiated to make many beautiful music pieces. Kind of ironically, this seems to push us back to some very turn-of-the-20th-century notion of avant-garde art. Each particular painting that (say) Monet executed is of low value, and the actual valuable thing is the novel art style...

That view isn't falsified yet, but it feels precarious. You could have said that AlphaGo was merely a plagiarism machine that selected good moves from historical human games, except then AlphaGo Zero proved that the humans were superfluous after all. Surely a couple of years from now somebody might train an image model on a set of photographs and movies excluding paintings, and it might reinvent impressionism from first principles, and then where will we be? Better start prepare a fallback-philosophy now.

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

PLEASEPLEASEPLEAEEPLEASEPLEASE I FW YOUR YANDWRE NIGHTCLUB SO BAD YOU ACTUALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND bartenders give me the absolute best gender euphoria and like. I'm kissing your forehead (with consent) I love you thank you my kids have been watered my crops fed I hope your next days and the rest of the month will be the most absolutely joyful or as joyful as it could get thank you 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Of course, of course I'm glad to have fed the children, I've decided to make this MC both sketchy and an airhead because I couldn't choose. All your comments mean a lot even if I've been no contact for a while.

Intro Drabble:

Reader Type: Sweet, Airheaded, Mysterious, Dangerous, Calculated

You walk into the black and neon pink building aptly named "The Flamingo" whistling as you button up your light brown vest. Another day another dollar, this time you were earning legally! Starting fresh was hard but well worth the sense of peace you began to feel. Already a week and you've been promoted to bartender!

At the front door you are greeted by a burly figure wearing a barn owl mask. The sight of this tall intimidating figure made your grin widen. "Hey Barnie, just checking in for my shift!" The figure stares out of the wide beady eyes of the mask. You smile pleasantly as "Barnie" as you dubbed him holds the door open for you.

Before opening time, the rose-colored nightclub was almost peaceful. The few employees milling about in their assigned bird masks. You zero in on your fellow bartender, "Raven". The individual was covered head to toe in an all-black outfit, the only thing visible was their dark purple hair that shown glossily under the lights.

"Raven!" You chirp gleefully at the sight of the sharp beaked plague doctoreque mask they wore. "Raven" seemed to perk up under their mask at the sound of your voice. "(Y-) I mean Mourning Dove, where's your mask?" Oops silly you it was on the back of your head. You giggle at your own silly mistake. Fixing the dove mask with soft light brown and gray coloring to your face.

"How do I look?" You tease while spinning around multiple times. Two firm gloved hands stop you from falling over. "Dizzy." Raven responds causing you to giggle at your coworker again. Silly Raven, always so literal.

"Hey Dovey, how've you been?" You beam at the sight of Robin in all her tomboyish glory. Robin's short bright red hair made her look almost like a cardinal, especially with how it stands up in little spikes.

"Hi Robin, I like your new suit jacket it's very nice." Robin normally wears a loosely buttoned red shirt and black leather pants, but she was also wearing a brown suit jacket today. Robin shakes her masked face and sighs. "Flamingo thought it would be best to "look more professional", I think the bastard's mad I can actually get some." The robin mask turns to look at you.

"Speaking of you free after this Dovey? I know we shouldn't meet outside of work but I'm dying to know if you're as cute as you sound." Wowie the Robin asking you out on a date, you never thought you'd see the day. Coyly you drag your pointer finger along the grain of the wooden bar top. Before you can agree Raven interjects "Robin you know the rules, no outside interaction unless necessary." Oh, right the rules do say that.

Robin shrugs before turning to you one last time. "Guess we'll have to have our little date during a break. Bye bye dovey!" With that the woman struts confidently off to do her job. "Bye Robin!" What a nice woman!

A warm arm wraps around your shoulder as your coworker bends down to your level (you're shorter than raven no matter how tall you are). "You know you really shouldn't encourage her, she's real dangerous." You smile at the small pout in the taller person's voice.

"Aw Raven you care about me?" Raven's a big softie and you exploit this fact as seeing them flustered made your day. However, you felt a sour taste enter your mouth at their words. Every single person working for/ affiliated with "The Flamingo" was dangerous.

You were no exception

"The Flamingo" was in full swing as patrons were laughing and dancing while the pulsing music plays. The noise didn't bother you too much as you put in a pair of earplugs. Raven was making a drink for some client when you hear someone sit down rather harshly

"Make something strong, I don't care what it is." A haggard looking guy in a white collar uniform smacks you with a pile of cash before laying headfirst on the bar. "Okie dokie!" You decide to make a Long Island Iced Tea since he didn't specify. Mixing and humming you turn when you hear crying. "I just don't understand why she won't except me!" The sloppy man cried out without alcohol, ooh boy this isn't good.

"Aww what's the matter, troubles with your girlfriend?" You coo as you set the drink down. The man doesn't answer as he slams the drink down far too fast. "She got a restraining order against me, she said she wouldn't! I thought we were fine but now she doesn't want to see me!" Normally you needed to ply customers with a few more drinks before they discuss darlings but not this guy. He's probably unstable because of the heartbreak, the poor man (don't feel bad for him)!

"That's awful! How could she do that to you?" You set down another drink and receive more cash. The more alcohol he drank the more confident her became. "Right?! We've been destined since childhood; then my soulmate abandons me because I killed her boyfriend." Hmm interesting.

"Did you know her schedule?" The man stares confused and drunk at your patient form. "Well, I-" "You claim to love her and don't know her full schedule. If you're going to have an obsession, do it right, and don't murder near her." Geez these jokes of yanderes get worse every time.

You hated when people claimed passionate and obsessive love and then wuss out or act stupid. It was disgusting to think that poor girl was being stalked by suck an amateur. You bet you could kill this guy and do that woman a favor. Gripping a concealed fruit peeler, you imagine what damage you could do.

"Dove, are you okay?"

Oh, dear the thoughts are back, bad dove bad. You're grateful for Raven's interference even if they weren't aware of your thoughts. No need to get fired over a "mistake". Besides it's just one guy how bad can it be tonight.

You feel like stabbing someone or yourself, how in the world did all of the yanderes in this city suck so much? These dangerous predators who put fear into innocent people were hopeless. You felt every bit of peppiness drain from your body with each man, woman, and person who entered and complained.

These people chose to be dangerous and live on the dark side when they could have a nice normal life with a mutual love. A life you always dreamed of.

A life you would kill for.

It's just not fair that you have to do illegal things to get by. Each complaint from these whiny and selfish individuals got to you very bad. Next person who even breaths on you is in trouble.

"Can I-"

"What the fuck to you mentally deranged assholes want now?!" This was completely unlike you and scared everyone around you. You saw red as the poor soul shook in front of you.

Now that you see this girl or effeminate person, they look...harmless. Short light blue hair shaped into a bob complimenting her round freckled face and a pale plush body covered in a cheap trashy maroon dress that clashed with her appearance. Her eye makeup was also smudged from crying which made you soften. Poor girl was having a rough night too.

"Oh, sorry about that, I thought you were one of the weird drunks here." The girl laughs softly still looking nervous but a bit more comfortable. "No, my sister and her friends came here to pick up hot guys."

"I'm guessing your silly sister put you in that dress." The girls pale face turns red as grenadine. "Was it that obvious? I don't really have clubbing clothes, so my sis borrowed one from her friends." You could see the girl looking to an obnoxious brunette with a gaggle of equally drunk women dancing provocatively. Hee hee they look like wet spaghetti noodles. You giggle to yourself causing the girl in front of you to smile shyly.

"I'm Penny, what's your name?" Penny was adorable and fun to be around, but company policy prevents you from revealing yourself. "You may call me Dove and I can be your bartender tonight." Penny shakes her head. "No thanks, I'm not a fan of alcohol. I'm probably going to go home and wipe this ridiculous makeup off of my face." Hmm she seems a little too innocent to know the "regulars" of your fine establishment. "Hey, why don't you let Raven walk you home, it's a bit dangerous here at night." Your suggestion leaves the bartender baffled. You look over at them and tilt your masked head cutely. "I know they don't mind since they're that nice." Raven sighs before nodding. "Alright, lead the way." Penny blushes at her close proximity to your muscular colleague. "Okay, bye Dove! I hope to see you again." You wave the two off before returning to your duties.

You hope for her sake you never see her again.

"I'm jealous that you move on so quickly Dovey, do I mean nothing to you?" Robin returns in all her glory, shirt ever more unbuttoned than before. "Oh, don't worry Robin you're still a good friend of mine!" You were telling the truth as since you got here everyone has been so kind. Robin nods while sitting on the counter leaning forward. "I was hoping if you're not too busy you could make some drinks, and we could...talk." Ooh how fun, you've never been to a club as a guest before! You fix two Shirley Temples for you and your red friend before sitting beside her. "Shirley Temples?" Oh right Robin likes alcohol a lot. You lunge to grasp a bottle of vodka and pour the amount of two shots into her glass.

"That's why you're my favorite Dovey you know me so well." You giggle and waggle a gloved finger in the red head's face. "I've only worked here a week Robin. In response, the woman in front of you grasps your hand and lifts her mask enough to place a small kiss on your palm. "Our line of work doesn't bring as many cuties as you." Robin was so funny with her weird friend jokes. It was weird that she didn't do this with the others.

The taste of ginger ale and grenadine swirl in your mouth coating your tongue in its sweetness. You hold the ruby red cherry by the stem and hold it out to devour. A sneaky thief from across from you popped the cherry into her mouth. You see her smirk from under her mask as she chews. Your playful moment is interrupted by a tall, masked figure with a horned owl mask. "Boss wants to talk to you." What did you do wrong? Are you getting fired. Pulling the mask over your face, you follow the owl man. As you disappear Robin grasped your unattended drink and places her lips over where yours were.

The private rooms were where the more "interesting" activities occurred. No one ever told you what happened, so you never asked. Ooh the people in the second VIP room sound like they were having a good time! You jolt to a stop after bumping into the firm frame of the masked person before you. You must have arrived at your location.

You heard about the woman who ran "The Flamingo" a charming and ambitious socialite. He nightclub was the most successful nightclub in the city becoming a haven for sinners and saints alike. In your old profession you remember people whispering about the magnetic bombshell. You hoped she was as affable as people claimed her to be.

An impatient huff came from inside as you heard a woman's voice cursing before the door slid open revealing another owl mask wearing man. "Ms. Flamingo has been expecting you Mourning Dove." A deep voice rumbled as you recognize the man to be "Barnie". The owls nodded and left you shut in a dark room. Smoke unfurled from the shadows as a light pink glow filled the room. "Thank god those thugs left, I thought they'd frighten you dear!"

A really young-looking woman with long pink hair sits effortlessly on a rose-colored chaise with white accents. The rest of the room came alive with its bright and cheerful color scheme of pinks whites and golds. "Sit sit sit I'd hate it if I'm the only one sitting." The woman chirps out pink feather boa flapping around like wings. You giggle and bounce over to the seat across from the lively woman. Her glossy lips pull into a smile as she looks at you.

"You must be the newest hire Brenard told me about. Come on take off your mask I want to see my new employee." Eagerly you raise your mask off your face flashing a charming grin. You hope that comes off as charming at least.

"OMG you're so attractive, like literally my perfect type!" Your boss smushes your face in her hands causing you to feel embarrassed. Do people normally do this in interviews? Your boss lets go with a pretty laugh, green eyes full of mirth on her tan face. "Tienes un cara muy bonita." Ms. Flamingo gushes and you bask in the positive attention. "Uh you too." You hope whatever you said was a compliment back to her. The woman laughs and claps her hands. "You're so funny, I just might have to keep you for myself. Wouldn't want a customer stealing you away." Your boss is so silly with her jokes! After all you won't let anyone keep you.

Not without a fight

I hope the MC (you guys aka Dove) is to your liking, I feel like too many of my MCs can come off as a blank slate. I also think it would be a fun twist to make a cheery and bubbly MC with some skeletons in their closet. I will also be making a file for each of the characters (much like my cat cafe ocs).

Since there isn't to my knowledge a gender-neutral pronoun, I mix up the feminine and masculine so if native Spanish speakers come for me about that it is intentional. Also, I'm using Lucita to practice and because I like trying to diversify my ocs (white and asian people aren't the only crazy bitches). For plot purposes MC won't understand Spanish (how's a girl to plot when darling understands what you're saying)

Not fully canon just testing the waters for ideas:

Shoebill: chef personality: off-putting yet kind (like the bird holy shit they a creepy looking) (to dove), gentle, patient (scarily so), sadistic

Blue Jay: the DJ, loud and obnoxious, good at black mail, boastful

Nightingale: Songstress/Singer (can be male) personality: gentle, elegant, shy, melancholy, cold

Condor: Janitor good humored and bizarre (creepy)

Swan: "Entertainer" graceful, charismatic, possessive, loyal

Hummingbird: server hyper, cheerful, efficient

Other "customers"

[nonplayer-character]

Consider: Stede buys a sketchy ship for his themed haunted house attraction but oops the ship is *actually* haunted by the ghost of Blackbeard. Not an issue, he’s lovely. And very good at scaring people. And very sweet and sexy and oh no. Stede’s got a crush.

(Also, that first day was real rough.)

[wishfulsketching]

Quick doodle. I mean, I have to draw a kiss at some point, right?

Although, you cannot convince me that Ed has any upper body strength, so...

[uhohbestie]

Hey y’all, I’ve been really wanting to do some fanart for TAMN (because it’s absolutely fantastic) and was wondering if y’all had any ref sheets for how you depict y’all’s versions of the characters? Thank ya!

We do! I really should make an official post or something so they're more accessible, but we never actually thought anyone would draw for TAMN so these are incredibly sketchy as they were only ever meant them for me and Key to look at OOPS.

One day I'll redraw them properly, and I'd like to add the entire Life Series survivor compound too! But in the meantime:

Here they are! With a few notes from me:

Grian's outfit has organically evolved along with the fanart produced by the community, because their interpretations inspired me, etc. etc. He originally was wearing a bulletproof vest, which most often gets drawn as a sweater-vest or a more tactical/fishing vest, which I think I like more. He also wears a hiking compass around his neck:

Because that's what I learned to navigate with, and therefore it's all I know! Scar's outfit remains basically 1:1 his The Crafting Dead series outfit, just with the addition of it specifically being a Top Gun-style aviator jacket with all the patches on top.

The general vibe of the AU is one of warm browns and desert-y tans, so KSQ are very de-saturated compared to their canon designs in order to fit in with the world. Pops was the very first TAMN drawing I ever did (technically he's the main character of the au!), and he's considerably more geared up in the fic, but under all his layers and winter gear he's definitely still got a Marineland sweater on.

I started a big reference sheet for the Compound, but then Key and I got swamped with finishing the fic and editing. Maybe now that it's all queued up I can get back to it, though! >:D - 🔒

[doctor-vertigo]

Decided to draw a few robots that were on my “things to draw” list (Eddy’s been on there for a while sorry buddy). I’ll do some rambling under the cut if you don’t mind

Okay so I started watching robot jones again last night and he is SO CUTE like I know he’s already got parents but I’m adopting him and keeping him away from his racist basement grandpa. The style of the show is genuinely so cool, like how rough and sketchy it is, and the simplicity of the character designs, it reminds me of schoolhouse rock, very nostalgic!

I just found out about LolzHax last night and I’m crushed that he’s such an obscure character cause his design is SO COOL like I remember seeing him in security breach and going ong who is that handsome fella then immediately forgetting about him oops

Eddy’s a menace and I’ve loved him for YEARS. They did him SO dirty when they made him “human”, like HE DESERVES TO LOOK LIKE A ROBOT!!! This is just a quick mockup sketch I did of my interpretation of his robot form, I’ll probably update it later and make it look less like garbage idk

[oops-its-a-fanwork]

Bountyhunter/Thief reader x the Pirates ☆

Based on the pirate au by @mega-punani, check out her stuff if you enjoy this! They are currently not creating content for it but what is there is really lovely :3

Reader is trying to catch the crew for their bounty! Or at the very least, get some of their fabled treasures for themselves. Your specialities are thievery and catching people or crews alive, which usually yields more bounty anyway. Not to mention that if you can get people to talk, they may reveal more valuable information, items or treasures. Your skills are becoming pretty well known around te area, and that reputation will grow even bigger when you finally catch one of the big dogs~

Yeah thats right, the Skull Pirates' ship just docked nearby! A perfect opportunity. You realize it would be easier to pick them off one by one (fighting the entire crew is obviously a Bad Time) but oops the first one you picked is like kinda cute actually?? Wait scratch that you're here for the money! ...even if they have some redeeming qualities that make them not that bad and- hey wait when did you end up on their team?

Sans It takes him such a long time to wake up from the knock-out that you are frustrated before he even starts talking. After that it really doesn't help that he starts talking to you as if you were buddies chatting during break instead of, I don't know, a hostage situation?? You press a knife to his neck to shut him up but he just keeps talking, telling you he thinks you'll like some of the edgier types on his crew and making puns about sharp edges and this not being very knife of you, chill as ever. When a loud bang rings through the air and your hideout shakes, he breaks the news: his team is getting him back right now and he has decided you are joining the crew. He thinks you're cute and you've got skills if you can manage to knock out and kidnap someone like him. You know you don't stand a chance against his entire crew so begrudgingly you join, letting your displeasure be known every single step of the way. Even if they start to grow on you rather quickly. The crew is confused and amused about your arrival but they at least tolerate you due to you being introduced by Sans.

Papyrus You tried to lure him into following you with flattery, talking about his interests and even sharing gossip from the village. Asking him to assist you with something was far too easy and he seemed happy to help, stating that he would let his brother know where he was going just in case! He's been told there's some sketchy folk around ;) Before you can stop him he's marched off. You mentally debate on simply leaving now before deciding against it. When he returns he lets you know that his brother is excited to meet you! You are pretty much carried aboard by the pirate before you can even object, where a few curious crewmembers give you a quick nod before continuing their tasks. Shit, now half of the ship knows your face, your surprise attack is ruined! When Papyrus sees you pout he immediately makes it his mission to cheer you up again: he showers you in compliments, shows you every nook and cranny of the ship since you seem so interested in it and he encourages you to talk about your home some more. In the chaos of Papyrus's boundless energy he manages to introduce you to Sans and ask if you can join the crew ('Wait wha-'). Sans agrees easily ('No seriously wait-'), recognizing you from a wanted poster and knowing that keeping an eye on you is far easier like this. Not to mention that he can clearly see that his brother really likes you and that he is already winning you over bit by bit. Welcome to the crew kiddo.

Blue He's clearly trying to impress you. You can use that. He's another one you tried to lure with talking, but he was too stubborn to lure with flattery alone so you used the next best thing: a bet. Feigning innocence as a random townsperson simply curious about the new faces resembling the famous Skull crew, you challenged his abilities. Surely they can't be all people crack them up to be? If you lost, you would tell them more about that lost treasure your town has rumors about, and you would accept that he is simply amazing. If you won, he would help you carry those heavy groceries of yours to your home to make up for the lost time. You knew he was strong so you expected to lose. You were hoping to be introduced as an innocent citizen so the crew won't be suspicious if you show up again to snoop around. Maybe the cutie fool can even vouch for you! Worst case scenario you can get him alone in your hideout and knock him out, then get the information you need by force. Either way, you were getting a good deal out of this. Aaaah bummer, you lost~ Guess you'll give his crew any intel you have! Feeling accomplished, you let him lead you to the ship... where he promptly introduced you to the others as the famous bounty hunter they had been hearing so much about. He knew all along???

Stretch He woke up to the sound of someone softly playing some notes on his banjo, his hands and feet tied. He was too tired and hazy to think too much, but looking a little to his right, he saw you softly inspecting his beloved instrument: gentle touches over the wood, fingers following the pretty carvings along the handle. Soft notes filled the room when you'd pluck the strings gently, listening to the notes intently as you waited for him to wake up. You could've been a siren with how entranced he was... until you snapped him out of it by looking up to him with a mischievous, self assured smile, putting the banjo aside and moving far too close to him. Oh boy. When he was inevitably rescued by his brother, you escaped quickly through a window with a smile and a wink his way, intensifying his orange blush as he looked away. You still follow them around, looking to get some riches here or there. Whenever you encounter each other he can never look you in the eye, a rush of magic spreading across his face, which only makes the chase more fun for you. Eventually the crew outvotes him on trying to get you on board, and he really doesn't make too much of a fuss about it. At this point everyone just wants to see how this turns out between you two. (including him.)

Red Just because you flirted with him when trying to get him alone, doesn't mean he gets to keep flirting when he wakes up!! Every part of you gets complimented, every conversation topic gets turned into a pickup line, and every time you threaten him he tells you he's into that shit. You didn't even know skeletons had... eyebrows?? brow-bones?? but he keeps waggling them at you every time you try to get to the point. It's absolutely infuriating! Annoying! Revolting even! (so stop blushing!!) You are this close to hitting him in the face but he'll probably make a flirt out of that too. When his brother shows up to rescue collect him, you pretty much just shove Red at him and tell them both to get lost. Now every time you encounter each other he drops everything to flirt with you and to convince you to join them, even mid-fight. The crew knows about the whole thing too so you don't have the element of surprise anymore. God damn it.

Edge BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU- No but seriously he is pissed. You had jumped him from up high before he could set any traps to protect the ship's anchoring point! He would be even more pissed to be rescued by his crewmates, hoping to bust out by himself at least, or preferably even return without anyone knowing what had happened at all. Instead, you riled him up into talking, stole his keys and fled the little hideout to steal some of their treasure. Since most of the crew was looking for him on the shore you actually managed to steal some gems, but you were eventually cornered a few days later. He actually kinda respects your skills, he's just very butthurt to have been your first victim as the crew teases him for it a lot. In an act of reconciliation you prank the others and capture/'torture' them if any of them do something stupid or rude, showing everyone it's your skills that did him in and that he was no fool for falling prey to them. Although he nags about it to both them and you, he very quickly realizes that you are helping him keep the crew in check when they do dumb shit and you both reconnect from there. Now you're a terrifying couple to do stupid things around and you have quite the reputation. You both enjoy that a lot.

Razz You are confusing him with the way you act. You flatter him by calling him the most dangerous one there, saying how much research you had to do due to his reputation, telling him just how difficult it was to get some seastone to keep his powers in check... and you've stolen one of his maps too!! He is livid, seething, but keeps getting caught off guard by the flirtatious ways you address him. By the end of the day he's exhausted by the constant emotional whiplash you've been creating. When the crew comes for him you've already fled, leaving him tied to his chair. (insulting!!!) You sold his map for good money, which is how they tracked you down as he immediately recognises his own detailed work. You besting a guy like him made a good part of the crew curious about you though so now you are cautiously accepted in the group. Razz always brags about the quality of his maps to you and you tease him by telling him you'll steal them and sell them for a lot. Somehow, this has become the way you communicate. The higher a prize you name for a map, the higher its quality (and the more he blushes). When you're mad at him you tell him they won't sell cuz they look shitty. It's raining those days.

Cash He looked so tired and lanky that you hadn't realized he was part of the famed skeleton crew until you almost walked past him. It seems you surprised both yourself and him when you swiftly turned around and knocked him on the head, dragging him to your nearby hideout. Good thing you were always prepared for anything! And that no-one was watching. Now that he's awake, he's... far to meek. Almost a little smug, actually. You are suspicious of him, but he can't really do anything shackled up like this. Cash found himself in a really fun situation upon waking up: a good looking person standing over him, clearly ready to write things down in a little notebook and threatening him with the cutest little pocket knife he has ever seen. You remind him of his brother just a little bit... Welp, that does it. He's going to bully you into joining, this is too funny to pass up! Good thing he had impulsively stolen the keys from you before getting knocked out. Cash took you by surprise and carried you onto the ship, introducing you to everybody. He will never stop being a smug idiot about that story either.

Bear He's just sitting there, red eye on you and face blue. Maybe you shouldn't have come so close to threaten him, because as soon as you entered his personal space he completely spaced out. Fuck, did you get the mute one? How can you get information out of him like this! He's not holding anything of value either... maybe you can hand him in alone? It would ruin your beautiful complete-crew-cleanup-plan though... While you are contemplating just what to do with this guy, Bear is contemplating a few things himself: you're clearly not the most buff person, having relied on a sneak attack and the binds to keep him at bay. You were working on your own, which in a place like this likely meant you didn't have any close friends or family or you would've been in their gang instead. You also clearly didn't give a shit about his size, intimidating looks or injury, and while those thoughts made his face warm, it also meant you clearly had no sense of self preservation. Guess he has to take things into his own hands. He takes you by surprise by breaking the chair he was seated on, thus giving him enough space to remove his binds, and simply picking you up and taking you with him. He and the crew will take care of you from now on.

Cinnamon Ok you feel bad. He pretty much stumbled into your arms, apologizing profusely, called you pretty while looking up at you from within your arms and then apologized for the out of the blue statement in a whirlwind of stutters and sorrys. When after a second you recognised him from the wanted posters you knocked him over the head and he was out. You weren't even really hunting for the crew that day to be honest, just taking a stroll through the town for groceries. Now he's awake and stuttering so much you're not getting anything interesting out of him. You got close to his face to interrogate him properly and he almost passed out again. You end up dumping an awake him unceremoniously into his brother's lap, and now they know about you and are hunting you to be on their team instead. Sigh.

[apuff]

my predictions for wwwyf:

the whole band does the family guy death pose on the ground for the entire time slot instead of playing music. the crowd immediately gets lost trying to sing along without them and at some point it devolves into people shouting random parts of songs they like (this is especially funny for the songs that are definitively not in the black parade)

the previous thing but an event coordinator peeks on stage, pokes a few people with their shoe, and starts frantically making phone calls in a hushed but distinctly panicky voice

the concert starts like normal, but quickly devolves into a slapstick comedy performance of looney-tunes-esque injuries to reference the many injuries mcr sustained while doing the original black parade tours and music videos

mcr isn't on stage at all and the only thing you can see is vocaloid-style hologram skeletons doing the skeleton dance

i am in a completely different city at goodwill shopping for pieces of my halloween costume right at the time they start playing the breakdown in mama. as this is my favorite part of the whole black parade, i abruptly keel over from a heart attack in the middle of the store because of the transcendent power of band autism. in the decades that follow, no one will ever be able to understand the cause of my death, but let it be known that if you strain your ears to listen in the graveyard at night, the black parade can be heard quietly, almost inaudibly so, echoing from my headstone.

there isn't any comment about mcr5 the entire time. because we are conspiracy theorists, we take this as a tacit confirmation that mcr5 will infact be happening imminently

at certain points throughout the tracklist, random, or rather seemingly random, lyrics are changed by a letter or a word. this is enough to draw people's attention, and as it turns out, if you type all the changes made into a search engine, the singular result aside from people theorizing about it on reddit is an unknown, sketchy website that looks like it would instantly give you 500 malware and die. the website displays only a single picture of realistic human skull. when you inspect it, hidden amongst the code is a very different type of code, a cryptic string of letters and numbers. as it turns out, this text is actually instructions that have been put through WWII-era war encryptions. when translated, this text gives driving directions. if you follow its commands starting from the wwwyf grounds, you'll be taken on a downright frightening drive through some of the most backend streets & drug dealer houses & decrepit graveyards in the entire southwest. once you're thoroughly lost, then and only then will you be able to find the warehouse. this warehouse is a laburinthine mess of ancient relics, long-lost props from music videos, several very authentic looking vampire corpses, a few questionably stained revolvers, killjoy masks, rubble from the world trade centers, vintage marching band uniforms, a shocking variety of weapons, and finally a single edison tin foil cylinder. survivors from the warehouse later state they felt an overwhelming presence and could have sworn they saw a shadow in the corner of their eyes. after several months in the intensive care unit and several more months in both physical and mental therapy, these brave souls will place the cylinder, with shaking, scarred, and weak hands, into the phonograph, from which, after a torturous second of silence, will echo the first sweet notes of mcr5.

they accidentally point the pyrotechnics at the audience. oops!

some gay shit happens idk

[loonymooony]

JWCT PROMO IMAGES BREAKDOWN WHAT WHAT

WARNING POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!!

also please only take me semi-seriously because I am not mentally ok and will not be until season 2 drops or at least until I can walk again

First order of business, these signs, it’s so random they would just drop random signs on us like like this so here’s my prediction/breakdown:

oke so it looks like these are all on the ship, so everything in the first episode

• Hmm lettuce not for crew use? THE CAMPERS ARE GONNA USE IT BCS THEY ARE THE EMBODIMENT OF “This sign cannot stop be because I can’t read!” • Oh? A live dino? Wrong. That dinosaur is gonna be dead af

• Do not feed the dinosaurs? Oops. Also this insinuates that there are professionals on board BUT I AM WILLING TO BET ALL MY LIFE SAVINGS (1/3 of a penny) THAT THERE ARE NO PROFESSIONALS ON BOARD AND THE WHOLE CREW FREAKS OUT WHEN THE DINOS ESCAPE

• Hmm it seems that this sign reads “Power must remain on at all times” yeah I don’t think that’s happening, idk why just have this gut feeling that some dinos might escape

• I’ve already yapped about this one but in summary: THAT LOOKS LIKE A VERY SUSPICIOUS KENJI, SHOULD WE REPORT IT? (I feel like Dora saying that)

My beloved waifu pookie cutie patootie Brooklynn throwback 🥰🥰 good to see that after everything, it’s still you. Also her hand? arm? is tied to to the control so either someone helped her or is forcing her to work or she can do that herself while Imm over here struggling to put a bracelet on myself 😭😭

GIRL BOSS BROOKLYNN THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT I WANT TO BE LIKE I ASPIRE TO BE LIKE HER GIRLBOSS BADDY QUEEN SLAY GIRL 🥰🥰🥰 (i love her sm guys)

Trying to piece the timeline for this: looks like it’s from after the atrociraptor attack but I could be VERY wrong since there doesn’t look like much doom and gloom happened in what I presume to be Darius’ cabin. Also she has *proper* lock picks in her mouth (look for once she’s well prepared and not using a bobby pin even though bobby pins r great no hate to them) It looks to me as if she’s in his cabin stealing some DPW documents that she either left in his cabin (doubt it) or that Darius already had due to his previous job. It doesn’t really look like a friendly visit or an “I miss you visit” it just seams pretty sketchy (sorry Dinostar nation)

DLN probably stands for “Dinosaur Liberation Now” AND OMG GUYS REMEMBER WHEN RAPTOR MASK WAS LIGHTING A FIRE (basically doing arson) in the trailer? COULD THIS HAVE BEEN IT? who am I kidding it was obviously him during that moment

These two shots have the same lighting and are probably together, HOW TF IS BROOKLYNN SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE THIS, IK DREAMWORKS SAID TWO MAIN CHARACTERS WOULD DIE BY THE ENF OF THE SEASON BUT THEY CANT KILL MY POOKIE OFF TWICE!! right?

All these scenes look like their from the same episode, maybe Brooklynn was trying to do something and got caught or she was being escorted to do something by her pet Red and whoever else is there

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS POSSIBLE DINOSTAR REJECTION SCENE 💔💔💔 DARIUS LOOKS SO SHOCKED AND SAD I ACTUALLY CANT I FEEL BALD FOR THE GREEN BEAN 😔😔 (im so sorry to the dinostar nation and it’s leader @livsmessydoodles)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ anygays I have reached the image limit so expect part 2 soon!!!

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