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wolves-in-the-world · 6 months

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With the aim of joyful and indiscriminate celebration, may I present all the Mr Quinn (Leverage) artworks I'm aware of, collected by @darkfinch and myself!

Ideally this would in fact be everything (except for one that the artist took down, because it seems fair to respect that), but I came to the fandom late and haven't paid much attention this past year, so it's gonna be missing things. Feel free to add them on if you know them!

Arranged alphabetically by artist, and with my apologies for the descriptions:

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Besuited bastard man drinking a cup of tea by @buttercookie-art

Quinn taking a nap on Eliot by @buttercookie-art

Three pieces for the Last Dam Job plane ride by @buttercookie-art, with one of them - Quinn napping on Eliot's shoulder - also posted seperately

Sleepy morning curly hair hitters by @creepyspytruck

Small Quinn learning from his Uncle Rabbit (darkfinch's OC) by @creepyspytruck

Quinn trapping Eliot while they spar, based on a trivalentlinks fic, by @creepyspytruck

Weird little man in a thrift store frilly shirt by @faorism

Tidings of a peaceful day (Quinn/McSweeten) [on Ao3] by @faorism

If Mr Quinn was the sniper in The Rundown Job by @kayvsdoodles

Fixing a then-notable lack of Quinn fanart by @kayvsdoodles

Special guy in a party hat by @kayvsdoodles

Small Quinn reading a novel by @kayvsdoodles

Sitting on Eliot to keep him from injuring himself further by @kayvsdoodles

Mr Quinn versus Eliot's weird roommate in sweatpants (featuring tattoos) by @kayvsdoodles

Just a guy doing classic guy things (he's here to drink tea and work his job and he's just about finished his tea) by @kayvsdoodles

Doodles of a guy by @kayvsdoodles

Bastard gets a haircut by @kayvsdoodles

Two squishy baby faces and a tired old guy (a small Quinn and darkfinch's OCs Masha and Rabbit) by @kayvsdoodles

Eliot does everything & He's just Quinn by @kayvsdoodles & Beverage boys in the same style

Mr Quinn supporting a bloody and bleeding Eliot by @lemissingmask

Last Dam Job AU (angst warning), with Quinn and Eliot and Sophie by @lemissingmask

Eliot never told anyone about Moreau... sober by @party-gilmore

Weekend at Eliot's (corpse warning) by @party-gilmore

Mr Quinntacles by @party-gilmore

Leverage S04E18 - The Last Dam Job ENG SUB (7/8) 240p by @party-gilmore

Cozy Quinn in his Leverage International team sweater by @party-gilmore

90's anime Quinn face by @party-gilmore

"Don't" (that's it, that's the ship) by @starling-dust

Quinn and Eliot, security knife sketch by @trivalentlinks

Mr Quinn and Pancake the cat by @trivalentlinks

Trap your hitter to keep him from finding more trouble by @trivalentlinks

Eliot braiding Quinn's hair by @trivalentlinks

Norway Christmas scene (nsfw) from a divineprojectzero Quinn/Eliot fic, by @trivalentlinks

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That's thirty-six artworks, and an incredible treasure. My thanks to the artists, commissioners, encouragers, and enjoyers all!

#quinn leverage #mr quinn #leverage art #orig #artists my apologies for the pings but also thank you and I'm kissing you on the hand #this WAS a google doc being passed around but I figured it deserved tidying up a bit #and trivalentlinks set a good example with the quinn/eliot art list <3 #the quinn art post #I sure hope the count is right because I'm just updating it with new additions rather than recounting each time

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mintichoco · 1 year

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CREDIBLE | twtptflob

"ARE YOU AWARE THAT I CAN KILL YOU WITHOUT SO MUCH AS MOVING AN INCH?" | "SO COULD A CHICKEN WITH ENOUGH MOTIVATION, YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL"

TITLE TRACK. psycho - red velvet

FANDOM. the way to protect the female lead's older brother

CHARACTER. oc-insert, visuals of aria valentine

PRONOUNS. she/her

SUMMARY. a gen-z kid gets dropped in the world of twtptflob. . .right infront of lante agriche

FORMAT. headcanons, scenarios

INSPIRATION. this post by @rouecentric

NEXT CHAPTER. [1, you are here] • [2]

Nash was an iPad kid in every sense of the word. Her mother could not bother to care beyond sending monthly checks to the manor (more like luxurious jail) where the caretakers pocketed half the sum and the rest went to pamper her.

She could't be mad, there were plenty people out in the real world who'd kill for that kind of money. She spent her days tinkering on school projects, binge-watching historical k-dramas and being a general menace to the working staff.

Now imagine her surprise when she went to bed at three in the morning after haphazardly throwing together an art project featuring 'Kakashi the grey hare' and woke up on cold hard marble, instead of her fluffy mattress.

"What the heck?" She shuffled to a sitting stance, rubbing her sore neck.

The brushing of black skirts and the scruff of boots tethered her attention to the floor.

There were maids, a few dozens of them. Nash had her own nannies, sure, but nobody in the twenty-first century wore these silks unless as costumes, that too the very short version and for funzies on Tiktok or the bedroom.

"Woah-", a grin danced on her face. "Is this some sort of cult? Before the intro, I'll make this clear, I don't wanna be a part of this scooby-doo squad. Now, where am I?"

Silence, silence. Silence everywhere. Then, a fine looking specimen of testosterone-producer stepped up from the crowd, gripping a sword-A SWORD?!-in his hand.

"What business do you have with Agriche? How did you manage to get past the barrier guards? Start talking before I make sure you never will."

Well, zamn, who hurt you?

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd the know the answer to that?" She was thoroughly confused. "And since you don't, we can all just forget this ever happened and go our own seperate ways, okay? Okay, bye!"

A brilliant beyond brilliant idea popped up in her head. Taking out her phone, she tried searching for a signal. Hey, her mother may not pick up but she will dispatch atleast one guard to check on her.

"What is that?" The emo grandpa snapped his fingers. The phone was snatched away in an instant.

Nash reached for the object, only to be shoved away. "Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"

"Master, it seems to be some unknown technology, far beyond research-work mentioned in the archives", the woman replied and handed it over to the man in the lavish tux with a. . .bow?

What the frick is happening?!

The man chuckled and Nash felt a chill go down her spine. "A spy? Tell me, which lowlife has started copying my tactics, hm? Though, it is for the greater good, I suppose. The kids outside of this territory are pathetic, they pose no worthy challenge for my soldiers."

Which grown ass man sends people to fight kids?!

With furrowed brows, legs and arms crisscrossed, Nash drew a long breath. "Look dude, I don't know who you are or where I am but I don't mean to cause any trouble. . .yet. But if you don't return my phone, we're gonna have a problem here."

He quirked a brow and a tide of murmurs erupted from the audience. With a subtle clang his weapon was unseathed, the sharp blade pointed straight towards her neck.

Holy mother the of sweet Je-

"Are you aware that I can kill you without so much as moving an inch?"

Her breath hitched and she felt the hiccups coming. "So could a - hic - a chicken with enough motivation. You're not special-"

"Father, you called?"

A whispery voice carried by the wind stopped the man dead in his tracks from possibly ripping Nash a new one.

"Roxana", he rasped, clicking his tongue. "I don't appreciate tardiness. In any case, I'd like you to familiarize yourself with the latest brand of spies that are sent after us. Do they think of us as idiots!”

With that attitude, you’d make a fine Karen, sir. Wait. . .did he just say ’Roxana’?

Nash swiveled on her heel faster than light, coming face to face with said exotic beauty, shimmering rubies for eyes, adorned in a fashionable gown that almost made up for it’s weight.

"Y-You're Roxana Agriche?!"

At her starstruck exclaimation, the lady pursed her lips and only nodded curtly in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, Nash was clutching her head. She felt dizzy, she was definitely going to hurl.

Bye-bye fancy carpet, so long. . .

"Forking fudgecake!" The first row of maids probably jumped at the sheer decibel of her shout. "Did I get hit by truck-kun? No, that's not possible. How will a truck get in my house?! Murder, then? Not unlikely. . .although who would assassinate sweet ol’ me? Let’s see. . .”

"As you witness”, the newly recognized Lante Agriche waved the sword dangerously close to her face. Nash skiddadled to Roxana’s side. "This one doesn't know how to behave.”

Nash tilted her head to gander at the second heir’s face. She was lost in thought, her face overcome with a forlorn expression.

Roxana stroked her chin and then nodded. "You wish for me to oversee the interrogation?”

Lante grinned like a madman, thankfully storing away the blade. "As expected, you are a natural.” Nash had to do a double take to make sure his face fell in the matter of milliseconds. "Do not disappoint me.”

A sharp pain appeared in her scalp when her obnoxiously long pink hair was grasped and she was pushed back against the wall.

Yup, no wonder all the female leads hate this.

Lante did his best impression of a ravenous beast from the Black Forest, snarling and sneering. ”I will figure out where your loyalties lie and set an example through you. Am I understood?"

As astonishing as it is to be held like this by a 2D character, it ducking hurts, biAtch!

"Y-yes, sir!" As if-

He released her but it felt the same, as if her head was on fire. "Take her away.”

Roxana did not spare a moment to escort Nash to her room. They arrived in two minutes max and the blonde dismissed her tendants for the evening.

With a cotton swab and a bottle of suspiciously glowy liquid, she started dabbling the scratch that had formed on Nash's face, right under her eye from being thrown against the stone column.

She was quiet for most of the time while Nash observed Roxana's face. The teen truly was a looker, one worthy of people stopping in their tracks to stare at.

Light hair framed her face like a halo while piercing red eyes that tore through one's soul akin to the devil himself.

"Earlier, you mentioned a truck, yes?"

Nash blinked dumbly. "Uh-huh."

Roxana looked her directly in the eye. "Are your perhaps from. . .This is going to sound ridiculous but are you from Earth? Like, the actual modern world?"

The pinkette chewed on her botton lip. "Er. . .maybe?"

Roxana dropped her head and if Nash wasn't mistaken, she sighed out of relief. "How did you end up here?"

The younger girl threw her hands up. It felt weird talking to a fictional character who went into a fictional-fictional world.

Wait, that makes no sense.

"I don't know, lady! One minute I'm falling asleep reading manhwa on my computer and the next thing I know kaboom Lante-the-asshole Agriche is in front of me!"

"What's a manwha? Did you not read the novel-", Roxana paused mid-way, narrowing her gaze. "You are much too young to read those kinds of books."

Nash coughed awkwardly. "Well, I didn't exactly read it. It doesn't even exist in my world."

"Meaning? And you say your world as if we're from seperate ones."

Nash clapped her hands, slouching against the cushions on Roxana's bed. "Bingo." The girl stared at her, perplexed. "You know about the miltiverse theory, right? Y'know, spider-man and stuff like that?"

The blonde nodded.

"If I were to guess, we are both from two different realities. It's like a layer formation. The 'Flower of Hell' takes place in one, then you enter from another and change the course of the world and then I enter from a different reality like a cherry on top."

Roxana remained still, the subtle widening of her eyes being evidence of understanding. "I see. In any case, we need a place to fit you in. As far as I've looked, there is no escape. Other than death, but that is uncharted territory."

Nash made a face. You speak of death like it's the next door neighbor. Then she remembered. But for her, it probably isn't the worst thing to happen.

She cleared her throat, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. "Any chance I can take a shower? I kinda sorta really stink."

The ghost of a smile passed over Roxana's face. "I will ask for a bath to be prepared." Her gaze traveled down, "And a tailor to take your measurements. Can't have my charge looking so haggard."

Nash looked down, her face burning red. She was still in her Hello Kitty jammies. "Hey!"

Roxana stood up, packing away the medical kit. "I will be back later. Your dinner will be sent here; eat after freshening up. And try to keep a low profile. The less people are aware of your existence, the better. Fa - Lante will likely dish out my orders for you at dinner."

She made to leave but turned around again.

"What?"

"I did not catch your name."

"Nash", the pinkette replied with a too-shrill voice, trying to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes.

Roxana was amused. "Full name?"

"Ugh. . .Nashira Parker, at your service, m'Lady."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Nash threw herself on the heavenly bed, feeling her body sink into the spread of softness.

'What a day. Welp- this is my life now, I guess.'

#twtptflob #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #roxana agriche #roxana #dion agriche #jeremy agriche #lant agriche #griselda agriche #maria agriche #cassis pedalian #manhwa #twtptflob x oc #twtptflob x reader #dion x reader #jeremy x reader #roxana x reader #ashil agriche

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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devil | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N; so listen up kiddos. Recently I watched Jack Goes Home and this.. It sent me down a Rory Culkin rabbit hole. And naturally, this led me to rewatch Scream 4 for probably the bajillionth time, holy shit. Look, this is just something weird, something a little... dark.. that came to my brain. If weird, kind of spicy and wildly inappropriate are not your cup of tea then this post is probably not something you'll want to read. In the spirit of all my late posts, this too is a reader fic. Because things seem to flow better that way. aka when i get my nerve up to post some of my oc fics on here it's over for my ass bc they're gonna flop hard lmaooo. But anyway, another reader fic. This time with Charlie Walker from Scream 4.

Tag List ; @schizoauthoress is the only person on my horror tags rn. If you'd like to fix this and be added to it, please by all means.. Click the link below.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker x Troublemaker!Fem reader, listen there is no other way to say this. Reader is.. a handful.

Summary ; The last thing you expected was to find yourself in the supply closet in the back of the classroom with Charlie Walker. When this happens, things get a little spicy.

Warnings ; for now, there are only vague hints that he's stone cold crazy and planning to slash bodies or in liason with Jill. As dark as it gets is him going on an internal rant about the mistakes Billy made and how those got him seperated from Sydney. Beyond the slight air of darkness / murdery hints, there's making out in a semi public place, swearing, panty theft, almost a fight / bullying situation between Reader and Kirby and Robbie Mercer being both a conscience and a cockblock simultaneously.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules + fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests ; open, any fandom but pro wrestling with headcanons / nsfw alphabet and fluffy alphabet letters only please and thanks.

I do not consent to having my work reposted. I also do not consent to having my work rewritten / copied and changed to be reposted.

“Listen, I’m just saying… Virgins are always the first to go. The virgin is never the final girl. So if you want to live through this killing spree? Get laid. Do it now.. Screw the logic that says virgins live to the end because they don't I mean... Look who just died, there's the proof...” and as she says it, Kirby Reed settles back into her desk.

You roll your eyes to yourself a few rows away before smirking and speaking up. “Just say you’re a whore and go already, Jesus christ.”

You know it’ll start a fight but honestly, you don’t care. Because it’s Monday and Kirby fuckin Reed is already giving you a headache. You’d rather be anywhere but Woodsboro High to begin with, so the two combined and prompted you to look for a little spice. A way to make your Monday more interesting.

“Aw, look… It’s the girl who wants to be me so bad she can taste it.” Kirby barely looks at you. The jealousy in her tone might be missed by you, but Jill and the other girls pick right up on it. All Kirby has bitched about all weekend is how Charlie Walker is always following you around like some stupid little puppy lately. And she got angry as hell when Jill pointed out that she was upset, therefore, this meant she was jealous.

“In your dreams, bimbo.” you retort, twisting your hair around your finger. “I’d really rather not have to play pin the tail on the STD. How many are you up to this month, hm? Three? Four?”

She’s on her feet in seconds and you’re not a stranger to fisticuffs, so you don’t waste any time getting on your feet either. You’re pulling the big silver moon earring out of your ear as she starts your way and you smirk when Robbie Mercer grabs her. The only problem with this is about the same time Robbie Mercer grabs hold of her, you find yourself thrown carelessly over the shoulder of Charlie Walker.

You kick your legs, briefly flashing the entirety of the class behind you with the tear on the inside the leg of your favorite pair of fishnets and the faintest split second flash of deep black lace when your kicking sends your skirt flipping upward and shows your panties and the curve of your ass.

You pound on Charlie’s chest and midsection with your fists and you squeal out in mock horror, “Unhand me, you asshole! I’ll bite, damn it!”

Normally, Charlie Walker doesn’t say more than a word or two to you here and there unless there’s dire necessity. He’s too busy following Kirby around or doing Film Club things or the video yearbook with Robbie, his best friend.

So it catches you off guard when he glances over at you and smirks with a little shrug. “Is that an offer, princess?”

“It’s a threat, sleazeball!” you assert. When you actually do attempt to bite him, it’s his abdomen that catches the unholy wrath of your teeth and he’s rushing to put you on your own feet in a quieter corner of the classroom -which happens to wind up being the supply closet in back. All you can do is smirk in satisfaction as you tap your foot against the tiled floor.

“What? Why do you look so damned smug right now, hm?” Charlie leans into you a little. Studying you intently. A curious gleam in ice blue eyes. “Does chaos just make you happy or something?” he demands an answer as he studies you intently. Looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time and honestly, it feels like he has.

See, until recently, it was all about Kirby.

But then you caught his attention by a happy accident.

You were trying to fight Trevor because Trevor decided to play grab ass with you at one of Emma’s parties earlier in the month.

You’d dropped Trevor like a bad habit with just one slight movement, a simple sweep of your leg. Then when he tried to wrestle you down onto the floor with him because he couldn’t handle having his ass handed to him by a girl who was maybe 5 foot even at best, you’d straddled his hips and proceeded to squeeze his throat until he was struggling for his next breath.

Since that night, Charlie Walker had barely acknowledged Kirby Reed.. Not that you’d notice, you seemed to be completely oblivious to the subtle shift in his intent focus... But he tried to pop up near wherever you happened to be a lot more. Which proved to be handy when you did something stupid like eating a habenero in the cafeteria on a dare and nearly choking, which he prevented by hitting you on the back until you coughed it up only to walk away wordlessly.. Or when he caught you pulling the fire alarm earlier this week just because to quote you, if you had to sit through one more boring pep rally, you’d simply die on the spot. He’d picked you up over his shoulder when you tripped while trying to flee the scene of the crime.

You were excitement. You were breathing chaos. When he compared you to Kirby Reed, Kirby only had sex appeal going for her.

And right now, as he stood there staring at you, standing taller and right in your way so you couldn’t get to Kirby like you wanted, he was starting to see that the scale of sex appeal was tipping a lot more in your favor than hers too.

You were snapping your fingers in his face with an annoyed look in your eyes and that’s what brought him crashing back into reality.

“I said move, damn it.” you repeat yourself for at least the fourth time.

“Not gonna do that. Nope.” Charlie answers, stepping into your line of vision to block it. You pout up at him a little and laugh softly. “Oh, I get it… You know if I get past you, I’m gonna rip off your pretty little girlfriend's face and wear it like a Halloween mask. You don’t want me to beat her til she’s ugly inside and out… Right?”

“Nope. Not even close, kitten. Not even in the same galaxy as the answer.” Charlie’s hand raises and he drags it through his hair. You swallow hard because the smirk that tugs at his lips lets you know that he saw you when your eyes followed the way his hand dragged through his hair. He steps closer to you. Close enough that there’s no distance left between your bodies. Close enough that the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke and whatever body wash he uses and just… boy, those all combine and make you bite your lip just a little bit. You frown to yourself.

You try to focus on what he’s saying, anything but the way his lips move when he’s chewing you out or saying whatever you’re barely listening to at the moment. Or the way he keeps stepping closer. The way he’s staring at your mouth intently as he does it.

And then your back’s against the blackboard behind you and his hips are pinning you between his body and the blackboard. One of his hands raise and catches against the side of your face. As the pad of his thumb rolls over your skin you shiver and before you can censor yourself, you melt into him. Charlie growls quietly. His other hand slips around behind you, settling against your ass as he squeezes. The fabric of your miniskirt bunching up in his hand. You whimper and your hand raises, tangling in his hair as your nails drag softly over his scalp.

Neither of you seem to stop and think, oh hey, this is a classroom and maybe we shouldn’t do this. Neither of you are focused on anything aside from just how good what’s happening feels. When Robbie’s throat clears from nearby, you two spring apart. Charlie glares at the taller boy and takes several deep breaths.

“I came to see if you got the spitfire under control. Apparently, she’s going to corrupt you now.” Robbie taunts him and you laugh, pouting a little as a hand raises to at least attempt straightening out the way Charlie had started to mess with and tug at your hair. All you can really do is shrug it off but the look on Kirby Reed’s face when she catches sight of the two of you looking as if you’ve just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar and are being reprimanded for it, that angry gleam is worth it all.

Even if Charlie only did whatever it is he was about to attempt just to get you to behave even a little. Robbie wanders back into the main area of the classroom with everyone else and the door to the supply closet bangs closed behind him softly but the damage is done. The trance has been broken.

Charlie steps back up to you and dips his head down, resting his forehead against your cleavage as he takes at least three long and deep breaths and grumbles out in a voice muffled by your tits, “Jesus. I swear the guy could unintentionally fuck up a wet dream.” as his fists clench against your hips when he grabs hold to pull you completely against him all over again.

“Were you going to kiss me, Charlie?” you ask with the softest of giggles. Melting against him which gets you a warning growl and the slightest nip to the side of your neck as the warmth of his breath tickles your ear when he responds “Thought about it, yeah.” laughing quietly as he gazes up at you.

“What exactly is stopping you?”

“We’re kind of in a classroom supply closet right now, babe. Look around.” Charlie gestures to the lack of proper ambiance and you shrug. “It wouldn’t be the riskiest place I’ve made out before.” but you smirk as you say it and Charlie’s prompt response is to jam his fingers into his ears while loudly humming because he doesn’t want to hear it.

See, he’s gotten it in his head. This all ends with him and you. Screw his little agenda with Jill. He’s gonna turn on her and this time, the grave error made by Billy Loomis in not keeping his girl at his side will not be repeated by him, the new slasher of Woodsboro.

If Billy’s taught him anything through years of idol worship, it’s that even your idols can fuck up. And this time, he doesn’t intend on it. If Billy had kept Sydney in the dark. Kept her in line. Kept her well fucked and love-drunk then maybe their story wouldn’t have ended in tragedy.

He just knows yours won’t.

After all, you’re built different than Kirby Reed.

Otherwise, he’d never have taken notice, fucked around and gotten obsessed.

In short, he fully intends to be the last guy those soft lips of yours -or any other parts of your anatomy, ever touch. One way or another and he’s fully prepared to eliminate the competition any way he has to.

“Charlie, c’mon. You’re looking at me all dopey right now.” you’re pouting up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Batting those lashes. He decides to do the opposite of what his idol Billy would do in this situation. Instead of being a dick about it, he leans into the sappy romantic shit most girls want to hear.

His finger drags across your lower lip. His forehead settles against yours. “Maybe it’s because I wanna kiss you and I’m barely controlling myself.”

“Then don’t, oh my god.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean into him heavy enough that his back meets the closet door and he braces himself to stop the damn thing from flying open and both of you tumbling out just in time. His mouth latches against yours around the same time your leg raises to his hip and his free hand -the one not tangled in and tugging at your hair, grips your thigh right beneath your skirt. “This what you wanted, kitten?” he asks the question in the sweetest, most lovesick voice he can muster. It’s not hard to do at all and that surprises him. He’s been faking normal for so long now that when something is natural for once and it comes easily instead of being a tedious chore, it throws him for a loop.

Your whimper as you rock against him and melt into him has him drawing a shaky deep breath when the kiss breaks for a split second. “Answer me.” he grips your jaw gently in his hand and you pout because he’s not kissing you anymore. “Well it was til you stopped…”

“Babe, c’mon. Are you trying to drive me crazy here?” Charlie questions, frowning at you.

The class is still discussing the latest murder to have been gone viral when the two of you slip out of the closet and back into your seats. You’re dripping. And before you left the closet, Charlie Walker ripped off your panties and pocketed them while giving you that calm smirk.

He says he’ll come by tonight. He wants you to leave your bedroom window open. And while it’s everything you’ve wanted since middle school, there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder if you haven’t just entered into some kind of unholy union.

Because there’s always been something a little different. Just a little off with Charlie Walker.

#charlie walker #charlie walker fanfiction #scream 4 fanfiction #charlier walker fanfic #charlie walker oneshot #charlier walker x fem!reader #charlier walker x fem!reader fanfiction

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skullytotheark · 24 days

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Doodle Dump: part one i think

Toby mask test: drew him with one of my oc's gas Mask as a test because I'm having a slight design crisis. Dunno he'll end up having it at the end though. The mask was heavily inspired by the reboot toby's mask but i made it into like a pyro tf2 style gasmask

The reason I kinda wanna change the mask is 1: To be kinda unique to my design 2: The half mask & goggles aren't really intimidating, I feel like if you see some maniac with a gasmask on holding an axe it's abit more scary then some emo w/ a pair of goggles in a hoodie

Toby unmasked concepts:

Recently i thought of redesiging toby for my creepyhornets au. At first I was thinking of leaning more towards the reboot design for My Toby however I did end up going to the Right image. The first image ended up getting modified and turned into a "toby inspired oc" named Garfield robinson

Garfield Robinson "The Woodland Maniac": This character was made for my "creepypastas but OCS" au. A big trouble im having w/ him is that idk if I should give the mask to Him or Toby... Tbh I think he might end up keeping it at the end. I do have more "creepypastas but ocs" characters but im gonna try & make two more ocs before i do a full post on the AU

Silly Zalgo concept: Wanted to try & design zalgo in my creepyhornets canon. That's it tbh

Thomas Watson "Dollface": Another character for the "creepypasta but ocs" au. From now on im just gonna call the au "Clear Skies 75" because i had that name laying around for abit. But as you can tell this character is inspired via "Masky" because I fucking LOVE masky.

Inspirtation: His face is semi inspired by Joel from ltou game and I kept Tim's bodytype from Marble hornets because I don't like twink masky at all [I WILL RANT ABOUT HOW I HATE FANON MASKY DONT EVEN RN]. The main theme of the au is that the characters are semi inspired by "creepypastas" [masky & hoody are rare exceptions] and I take my own little originality to it. As for the Mask I was sort of inspired by concept art for brahms in from the boy, Random stertypical dummies and halloween masks back in the 80s where it was just the character's face

Story: Thomas's story is kinda similiar to the story of marble hornets with the whole "Stopping the sickness" thing. But instead it's pretty much camping trip gone wrong. Will be expanded upon in a seperate post once i ACTUALLY write it down instead of being a lazy ass

Bryan Hoffman "Null": Another clear lakes 75 oc. Heavily inspired by Hoody & Skully. Bryan starts off as a "hoody" character, dies then returns as Skully. I still havent designed "Hoody" yet but all i can really imagine is little spiral on a black spandex mask w/ a black hoode for the design

I'll probably do more drawing dumps eventually, I dont reallyyy wanna just repost my content from tiktok but we'll see i guess.

See y'all in the next post

#creepypasta #marble hornets #creepypasta fandom #slenderverse #ticci toby #fan au #slenderman #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #Masky #Fanart #creepypasta fanart #my artwork #masky creepypasta

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duckedoesartstuff · 3 months

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guys have I ever mentioned I got two henry stickmin ocs

I'm not gonna write a lot about them on this post caus I'll likely write more on seperate posts and art of them!!! I got like severe burn out right now though so idk about those art pieces coming soon... maybe in like 2 decades I will make them. This post is mostly gonna be about their interaction with each other!!

Howard Charles (Charlie)-

Yes his name is literally two first names slapped together 😭 Sometimes people call him Charlie (hence the second post of Luccille saying "That's not very nice charlie...") Charlie is a devious mf and he likes doing goofy things, hes a little egotistical (and probably a little stupid) He works for the CCC and is very curious about anomalies and things that cause chaos. He thinks that maybe Luccille could help him (idk how, i gotta think that out XD)

Luccille Haywood-

She works for the government as a combat medic, she really really hates toppats!! ("DIE TOPPATS DIE!!!!!!" -Lucille's impulsive thoughts probably) She really hates toppats but she's still a quite pacifist. CHARLIE THOUGH... charlie is a driving force to pushing luccille off the edge. Like constantly encouraging her to actually fight back and even harming others. Theyre two complete opposites in the sense that luccille is more calm and peaceful while charlie is chaotic and doesnt mind killing.

They are both very social people, but in every other regard they're complete opposites

#oc #henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #thsc oc

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charleecat-bat · 2 years

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Monster/Wereform designs from my Quarry AU/Summer Camp Survival AU so far.

Nack and Scourge are confirmed infected and appear like this in the AU

The rest are all hypothetical and non-confirmed but anything could happen 👀 Gadget and Vector are by far the largest.

I have sone more I want to do, Sonic, Mighty and Espio (and maybe Amy, Bark and my friends oc for fun)

Any requests? 👀

EDIT 1: because the second post wasnt’ working well. i’ll just add the other three designs i made onto this post.

Featuring Sonic, Espio and Bark! Scourge may not be involved in the AU anymore. His pic can stay there. As a treat.

Edit: While i posted him seperately I’m also gonna put him here so he’s with everyone else. SHADOW IS HERE.

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shadow-the-crow · 1 month

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this close to making a third blog that would be about writing and books and my ocs and escapism and random painfully relatable stuff

should i do it?

at first i was gonna post that kind of stuff on this blog. but now it's basically a tma blog and i feel guilty when i post anything else. and i don't like having to stop myself from spamming silly posts about stories that would just pollute this blog and scare away the tma fans. but also if i made that blog, this one would only be about tma - and what do i do then once my tma phase is over?? i don't want to force myself to regularly post tma stuff either... i also don't think making a seperate blog for every single interest is the way tumblr works (i already have a blog about once upon a time and hazbin hotel)... what do i do???

#i created this one as a sideblog for random stuff #but now i'm putting effort into it #so idk #i might get trapped in the cycle of “but this blog is really just a silly sideblog” “oh no now it's about a specific topic” forever #and end up with 1000 blogs #asking for help #what do i do #text post

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moboxcritique · 1 year

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The fact Hanna refers to my twitter callout as "stalking". I was a FAN of mobox for a WHILE, i even drew fanart for mobox, and because of how mobox would control her fnaf media on her account, I didn't even see the problematic flaws within her comic. I was just so obsessed with her Rockstar Freddy and his characteristics, mobox even answered some of my asks on R.freddy (and there's still more of them rotting in her asks unanswered)

I remember thinking "oh mobox said sorry so I guess it's okay to continue further looking into her work!" But I realised she didn't apologize for the Nazi art she drew, and she even lied on behalf of the cp she drew. The apology where it's one of her ocs burning the pedo flag, and mobox was talking about how people were spreading fake rumours about her. There is proof that she drew child porn, and made a comic based on a kid getting raped and tortured and his ribs getting pulled out (stolen innocence) which I don't know if that comic is finished but that was the original storyline. She just drew one of her ocs a few days ago who is a rapist and child trafficker, and antagonist of stolen innocence.

And yet she has the audacity to call that "misinfo", if she claims these are not true she HAS to show proof on her side, she can say whatever she wants but no words is gonna help her get out of this situation except her little fanbase she still has.

If she's gonna redeem herself, she has to admit and apologize for EVERYTHING she's done, and start from there. some people might not accept her apology, some will, unfortunately that's life and things won't go your way.

If mobox is obsessed with her drawings and her projects, I personally think she should go outside more since it obviously got her to draw "questionable" things, it's called being chronically online, Hanna!

The fact a few people assumed I stalk mobox and waited for the day to call her out is absurd. As I explained, I use to be a fan of mobox but there were times I witnessed a few things she drew and it only made me seperate her art from her (people on my twitter callout also experienced the same thing!) Y'know the whole "seperate content from the artist" kinda thing when they're a problematic creator.

Someone even said "I get mobox is a bad person but what is up with your witch-hunting behaviour?" When I made a tweet about mobox exposing her self harm on Instagram. Some of these people need to realise there's a life outside of your phone and I don't spend most of mine stalking bad people 💀

Mobox is a JW (Jehovah witness) as Kev told me, although mobox literally has Nazi ocs and dated a guy who also drew lots of Nazi art. like, doesn't that literally betray your own religion? Jesus was Jewish and Nazism killed MILLIONS of Jewish people. Seriously? Hanna that wasn't "questionable behaviour" that's literally full on WRONG, and someone needed to say it which unfortunately was me! More than 10k people on twitter read what mobox has done and unfortunately mobox can't rot away until all of this dies down. Unfortunately, she has to admit what she did wrong, and all of her depressive episodes aren't gonna excuse it. Her being depressed and hurting herself only justifies my point and shows even more of the person she is.

Man, sorry but people keep shifting everything on me and try to make ME the bad person, like all I did was put mobox in her spot cause she did ANOTHER bad thing by faking being trans in her interview and she just can't keep getting away with everything.

I understand the misogyny Hanna and mobox are referring to, I'm a victim of online pedophilia. But faking being trans to save yourself from that? That's not good, y'know trans people go through the same thing too! Trans men AND trans women. That doesn't make a difference.

Whatever mobox does, I'm not taking down my twitter post, even if I get harassed, death threats, doxxed. I been through worse! I'm not worried about anything. All I say, admit your wrong doings!

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Yeah exactly! And that's how a lot of fans are: They like the characters so much that they don't see the incredibly problematic flaws within her comic. I know that's how I was when I used to be a fan, especially with things like FON and Sassy's Palace

And yes, her drawing n*zis is betraying her own religion, as n*zis had targeted and killed JWs in the holocaust. The other things that she's done have also been her betraying her own religion as well

#mod cagney #ask #zombifykid #zombify you dropped this 👑#long text post #long post

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