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Morons <3

I know I say this every week now: BUT I'M ACTUALLY BACK... University has been leaving me no time ("Man... I suck at math" *chooses a major that relies on math*)... I also realized I don't need to make super HQ art but rather just have fun and post whatever so expect,, more sillies AAA I missed engaging with y'all and drawing dumb nutcrackers

#lethal company #lethal company oc #lethal company nutcracker #my guys #soda art #i've also been trying to #change my artstyle and to try new stuff #but im happy for now <3

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YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW THE SHARED BRAINROT BETWEEN THE BOTH OF US - I COME BEARING GIFTS

This motherfucker has been the bane of my existance (/pos) for the past weeks. Thank you Hashal for creating him and grandma for talking eachother's ears off day and night... I LOVE THE FIC YOU MADE OF HIM CRIES* <3<3<33<<333<33 We've been cooking this shit up for days...

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‘Serials' - a type of nutcracker with no ‘parasite’ in them. War machines who turned against their human creators, and were made for the sole purpose of killing. Paul, one of the handful of surviving models, demonstrates his prowess in this matter against the Eyeless Dogs - to the awe of his involuntary companion; one (un)fortunate employee (you).

Owner of oc: @sodabranch my beloved <3

Serials concept belongs to @hashal-nutcracker my beloved <3

Warnings: Violence (against eyeless dogs), mild blood. Mild threat of death Word Count: 1485

You hold your breath as the dog closes in, willing your hands to stop trembling as 2 enormous rows of razor-sharp teeth swallow your vision. Back against the wall with no sign, shovel or shotgun, the very real threat of death has you clenching your teeth bitterly. A pang of regret hits you that you won’t be able to keep your promise to Paul. His words come to mind one more time.

"Your life is mine. Don't you dare die."

You apologise silently, suppressing the delirious chuckle threatening to spill out when you realise that in spite of everything he’s done — the belligerence and hate, almost killing you several times, the promise to do so in the future — that you would've liked to see him again.

Absurd.

The dog's pointed teeth are inches from scratching your visor, spit dribbling from its maw. It won't be long now. You squeeze your eyes together and try with all your might not to think of what the next few seconds of agony will feel like. Nothing, as it turns out, for nothing happens. You wait a few more seconds before cracking open an eye and see the dog has paused its advance. Why?

Thump

The sound of something dull hitting the sandy rock, somewhere from behind the dog, to the confusion of both of you. You'd crane your head to see what it was if you weren't afraid of being torn to shreds. The dog withdraws a bit as it turns its head, listening for the sound, giving you more room to exhale a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

THUMP

Louder this time. Closer perhaps? Your brows are furrowed as you play the sound in your mind once more. It's familiar, and your heart quickens when the answer comes to mind. Was it really?… As the dog growls and swings its head back around, for a brief second you see him, the spot of blue against the orange backdrop. Standing 30 feet away with eyes gleaming red, glaring at the dog with the sharpest, coldest expression you've seen on him since he threatened to take your life. He lifts his right leg up and stomps down.

THUMP

With that the dog roars, spins its whole body around and charges at him. You duck to avoid its tail as it hits the stone wall, and catch a glimpse of the action once the pebbles finish falling: He lists right and twists out of the way of the beast’s open mouth at the last second. He stops to face it as it rushes past, watching it bite down on air before rearing its head at the sound of his metal boots scraping against rock as he backs up. The screeching sound of metal sliding out of its sheath rings through the air as he draws his sword.

It dawns on you that you have never actually seen him fight. You mean, properly fight. The average employee was hardly any effort at all for him to kill, and none of the mansion’s monsters ever seemed to want to challenge him when they were around. An itch in your brain tells you that you are about to see why.

The eyeless dog charges him again as he crouches - and leaps.

He shoots up just as it snaps at him. Easily clearing the height of the dog, he tilts forward as he sails through the air in a smooth arc. And for a moment he’s suspended mid-air, hanging upside down just above the dog.

A gasp escapes your lips as you watch 400 pounds of metal and wire move with the grace that would put an acrobat to shame. His legs, arms and chest swivel together in one perfectly coordinated movement, cape and tassels swirling around him as his eyes — never once breaking line of sight of the creature — find their target. He kicks and flips himself upright again, tucking his legs in with weapon poised to strike as gravity takes him.

In the glow of the dying sunlight, the reflected shimmer makes the blade glow with fire as he plunges it into the beast’s skull.

The ground explodes upon his landing. The deafening howl that follows pierces through your suit. Instinctively, your hands come up to cover your ears, only to find themselves pressed pointlessly against the sides of your helmet. Thankfully, it stops and you force your eyes open to see the silhouette of the beast within the dust cloud thrash on the ground as it tries to throw him off. But Paul holds fast to the handle, boots planted firmly on its back as it lurches in circles, roaring turning into a groaning cry, each snap at him weakening; and as fruitless as the last.

After a few seconds, it staggers and drops: dead.

Mouth agape, you stare on as in one fluid motion, he wrenches his sword from its corpse, a trail of blood following his blade as he flicks it off. He turns, facing you while he regards the blood with a subtle look of disgust until he looks up.

His eyes meet yours and your heart stops. He pins you with an impassive stare and under that gaze you feel yourself simultaneously freeze and set on fire.

This was a predator. A being made specifically to kill your kind. He wants you dead. He stopped you from dying. He protected you. A machine that hates you just protected you.

The maelstrom of thoughts spins violently in your head as you try to process it all.

Mercifully, his eyes slide off of you to glare at 2 other dogs that appeared, likely drawn in by the commotion, tails raised and growling. You find that you can breathe again, watching enraptured as he hops off the corpse and meets the first with the same vicious elegance as before, spinning to the side when it charges and slicing off its front paw. It cries out in pain, and brings its other leg down at him, to which he promptly hacks off with a swing. The creature hobbles backward, emitting a sharp whine of fear you’ve never heard till now while Paul closes in. Your own mortal peril forgotten, its pathetic whimper makes you cringe with a twinge of sympathy. Ceaseless, Paul takes his chance and delivers a clean slash across its jugular, effectively silencing it to gargling blood, dying as the other did.

Then his head snaps to the last dog, who breaks out into a run. Pivoting on his heels, he bursts from the ground. It takes him all of 5 seconds to close the distance. A shiver creeps up your spine as he lifts his arm, unable to look away as you just barely see him sweep the blade across its hind ankles. It collapses and skids to a stop. Yowling, its front paws dig frantically against the rock while kicking out its legs, now-useless feet flopping behind it.

Paul advances — slowly.

Soon, it too, is dead.

Through it all a thought screams at you that you should not be finding this horrifying display of skill as beautiful as you did; yet you would be lying if you denied it. He scans the area once more, eyes stopping on your rigid form, having not moved from your spot since the slaughter started. He steps away from the corpse and stalks towards you, bloodied steel still in hand. And when he’s in front of you, you meet his gaze as before, not hiding the look of awe that bleeds from your widened eyes.

Aside from the splatters of blood not his own, he does not look worse for wear. You expect him to say something, gloat or be angry, but instead, he regards you through impassible narrow eyes and raises the point of the sword just under your chin. If you were to look away now you’d skewer yourself on it, yet you’re too stunned to really notice or care, mind still reeling from the fact that he saved you. In the few beats of silence, you can almost hear the cogs of his brain turning as he considers.

Finally, he speaks.

“Impressed?”

He asks, the hissing rattle of his metallic voice is tinged with what sounded like amusement.

“Very.”

You respond with a breathy whisper. Anything else would have been a bald-face lie and both of you knew it.

He snorts, eyes blink to green again. He lowers his sword and flicks the residue blood off before sheathing it; it’s your cue to breathe again. You gulp down the retrospective fear, suddenly aware of how exhausted you are. The adrenal high of it all must have worn off.

“Get back in the ship, unless you want to get eaten alive.”

He orders with a growl and saunters off towards the sun as it dips below the horizon.

Wordlessly, you follow.

#reblog #my guys #soda art #I WILL EXPLODE AND FUCKING DIE #I WILL HUG YOU SO HARD YOU'VE DONE SO MUCH FOR PAUL #GUYS I HAVE A DISEASE WHERE I LOVE ROBOTS I AM SORRY #FUJASUHDAGJHSDJHKGDSKKSAGHKABSDGKHSDGKJSDGAKJSDGA #I AM CRYING READ THE FIC READ THE FIC #I AM GIGGLING SO MUCH IM EVAPORATING

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In one of the earlier posts it's stated that justice really likes to waltz, who does he waltz the most with though?

(betting 20 bucks it's Hashal)

And I can bet 20 bucks I know who YOU ARE;;;

Still, yes! Really any employee or creature that was able to approach it in a non-threatening way. Justice just enjooooys sharing the dance with others, and can be both the lead and the follow!!!! Tho it prefers to be the lead,, just for that extra sense of control :33

AND AS FOR WHAT YOU HAVE SAID yes;; honestly nowadays it is mostly Hashal,, maybe some character;; I haven't really thought about it... but if someone wants to request one I am all ears !!!!!!!!!!1

#ask #my guys #COME ON IT'S REALLY CUTE TO DRAW DANCE SCENES #I need it

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YESSS MY BELOVEDS <3<3<3<3<3

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watching the movie Hashal and Justice

#reblog #my guys #soda art #CRYING KSGHJASHJGHJASGHJSAGSASAGSAG I DIDN'T SEE THIS SOONER ¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿??????? #LITTLE DOODLE #JUSTICE HATES HORROR MOVIES

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What would be the reaction of Justice in a collision with Arthur, who will oppose you knowing that this Nutcracker is in contact with Hashal?

HI HELLO!! HAI!!!

As with any other "scary" Nutcracker, Justice would be kinda intimidated by her (like, take Fencer, Paul <[you guys will later learn about this oc], or maybe Connel for example). Mostly worried about her defensive stance,, kinda like, "I better keep away because I could get shot at any wrong move".

And about Hashal and Arthur. Justice is mostly worried about her hurting its friend in any way again (taking into consideration their past. Justice is definetely not happy about her actions). It knows she is capable of loving too, but you have to be careful with a Nutcracker that has such unpredictable character.

But if there's any place for redemption, maybe they can become friends?

#ask #my guys #GO GIVE ARTHUR LOVE GRAAH!!!! #She's just misunderstood #And may have commited a few war crimes... #But she's lovely deep down I promise

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LIVE LAUGH LOVE JUSTICE WHOOOOOOO ALSO WB WE MISSED YOU

WHO IS THIS <3<33< 3 I MISSED YOU ALL TOO.... SOBBING THRASHING SCREAMING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR

ALSO,, JUSTICE IS SO LIVE LAUGH LOVE CODED YOU'RE RIGHT

#ask

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Little doodles I have made in these days... not many but I think they're cute :3 There's no context, I eated it....

#i'm not putting this in the main tag #my guys #soda art #actually deer justice is kinda cute #I HAVE MANY MORE BUT THEY'RE SO CRUDELY DRAWN #these were the best #but maybe... some day #the first one is my favourite <3 so rabid #ALSO that one nutcracker with long hair is my sona I don't think i've shown it here 'til now lmao

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justice (@sodabranch) doodles, look at it go!

#reblog #my guys #AKSFKJASF WJAHS THE #THE GUY ITS #ITS THE #FUCKING GOOBER I AM GOING TO HUG IT #I LOVE THJE WAY #YOU DRAW #SORRY I'VE BEEN SO ABSENT JKJAFKJ :sob: #BUT I ALWAYS LOVED YOUR ART;;;;; I LOVE THE CREATURES YOU CREATE #YOU ALL ARE MAKING ME CRY

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@sodabranch bro, I forgot to post this, let it be here, I want more HASHAL and JUSTICE!

#reblog #my guys #I REMEMBER YOU SENDIMG ME THIS DRAWING DAYS AGO <33<<33<<3 #It made me feel really happy when I was on the edge of death </3 #LOVE YOU HASHAL.. #THIS IS AMAZING WHT #HJAGJHASGHJASHBFSAHBKHBKSAFHBSAHISAGASGBJ HAPPY KEYBOARD SMASH

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I feel so free I can finally come back and annoy ppl again <3 I will probably be posting some doodles n shit I made while in rest

I am fully recovering now !!! So um,, that's something!!!!!!!

#rambles.txt #giggles and explodes in a cloud of confetti

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After about 13 days of rest, I come back with my fuckass drawings <3<3<3<3 This time I bring you: Justice having the time of its life with its new friend, Hashal! @hashal-nutcracker :3

#lethal company #lethal company nutcracker #lethal company oc #soda art #my guys #I forgot how to taG I fforgot how to use tumblr #pls I want to post again FINALLY I CAN

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Went to the doctor and was diagnosed breakbone fever, so I'll sadly have to rest for a while. I prommy to be back soon!!

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Here’s some oc stuff :D

Her name is Valentine, she’s a nutcracker soldier and is about 7 feet tall

Uh yeah, she.

#reblog #SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR STYLE IS SO SKRUNKLY I LOVE HER <<33

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im being SO big and SO brave

plus you guys said you wanted to see my writing so i thought i share the bit i got so far, its basically a Connell origin fic or whatever PLUS you get a Connells dad name drop lol

(disclaimers/warnings, im dumb and have horrible grammar and also connell is really lucky to be alive some of his "brothers/sisters" weren't as lucky and its mentioned here)

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Aiden pulled on his gloves to make sure they would stay on and adjusted the mask on his face. He pressed his key card against the scanner and the air tight doors slid open. He stepped into a glass container and a blast of air and mist hit him. He made a noise, the smell of the germ killer always made his nose burn but he knew it would only be for a second. Once the process was done the second pair of doors opened to a dim room. It was just bright enough for Aiden to see his environment but it was important for it to be dark for what they were working on. 

He made his way to his desk and sat down, turning on his computer and pulling up a log sheet with hundreds of numbers. All of them had sub tabs with dates, but a few had their number crossed out and only one dated log. Aiden sighed as he scrolled down and saw the increase of crossed out numbers, some with more dates than others. He scrolled back up, found the first uncrossed number, and clicked on it. He created a new log for the number, typed in the date, then turned to a vertical box with thin drawers running up and down the face of it, a warmth coming off of it. He found the number that matched the one on the screen and opened the drawer and took out a small glass dish. He placed it in the center of the desk and found some tools. 

“Subject check ups begin… “ he typed for a second before picking up a needle like tool. He carefully took the top of the container off to reveal what looked like a lump of meat. Aiden gently poked the lump with the needle and it flinched. It sluggishly pushed itself away from the needle with previously hidden tendrils and tried to hide. 

“Pain receptors are developing normally it seems. “ he clicked his mouse and set the tool down. He picked up a small flashlight and shined it onto a specific part of the creature and it moved one of its tendrils to cover itself and block the light. 

“Eye is good. “ He turned off the flashlight and set it down, he put his hand near the creature and snapped his fingers. It didn't react and continued to rest where it was at. 

“Hm, no sign of auditory receptors yet. “ he noted. He put the lid back on the container and put it back into the drawer. He moved on to the next number and took out the creature. He attempted to repeat the first round with the needle but the creature didn't respond. A somber feeling appeared in his chest and he continued with the other tests. The creature didn't respond to any of them and he sighed, putting the lid back into the container and back into the drawer. 

“#N-1009 seems to have passed, requesting disposal of its body. “ he clicked a button on the screen and the number was crossed out. 

He continued through the list, most reacting well to his tests and only a few had their number crossed out. He eventually got to the last drawer. He took out the container and made a curious noise, already feeling the creature inside moving. 

“Active one, aren't you?” He joked to the thing and sat it down on his desk. He took the lid off and it slowed down like it was caught. Aiden tilted his head and took note of its behavior before continuing with the test. He picked up the needle and poked one of the things squirming tendrils, it flinched but instead of trying to hide away like the others it wrapped its tendrils around the needle. Aiden gasped and pulled the needle away, he gently poked another with it and it tried to grab the needle again. He quickly switched to the flashlight and shone it on the creature, it turned away and covered its developing eye but was reaching out to try and stop it. 

Aiden turned the flashlight off and turned to the computer, filling in notes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, mumbling. 

“One smart cookie, they're reactions are more advanced than the others… “ he typed away at his keyboard but saw something in the corner of his eye. He looked back at the creature who had their tendrils over the side of the container's lip and tried to pull itself the rest of the way. Aiden gasped and gently pushed it back into the container with his finger, saying. 

“Oh no no, you're not done growing, you can't go exploring yet. “ he looked at the keyboard and realized it was following the vibrations it made. Aiden let out an incredulous laugh and lifted the container to his face to look at the adventurous little thing. 

“Finally! Oh you're going to do amazing things soon, lucky number 4856.”

#reblog #I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT #you are so brave also your writing rocks actually #i am reading everything you post #giggling and kicking my feet #if you say you're dumb again i'm blowing you up

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YOU ARE VERY COOL!!!!!! And I love your lc ocs...Apricot is adorable, what was it like before being masked? And how would justice react to the silly fruit named zombie?

AWHJJHWH THANK YOU APPI I THINK YOU ARE SO COOL AND SWEET TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before, Apricot was a really adventurous and determined person. She loved the job when she first joined the company, but later had to learn the hard way that it's a cruel one :(

One day while exploring the facility and scavenging for scrap, it found itself being ambushed by a masked. Once turned and disoriented, it decided to stumble back to the ship, where once her crewmates saw her state, they ditched her on the moon... and so she stayed and grew resentful of other employees. And now copes by being a bastard;;; I need to write the backstory for my ocs somewhere,,

Justice thinks Apricot is just a little bit too much for it. Not to the point of hate, but it would prefer to stay away. And of course, Apricot loves taking advantage of this to bother the nutracker.

Bonus little thing I made the other day to keep track of some things. This ask just reminded me of it and thought it was fun :9

#ask #my guys

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@sodabranch Justice has appeared, Hashal: hello brother. The best support is someone close to Hashal, Justice, who appeared as such an unexpected gift for the old officer.

#reblog #I AM CRYING I AM ON THE FLOOR SOBBING WHHAHDHGDGSGSHSH #i love them so much I will cuddle them for hours #my beloved... #I CANT I LOVE HASHAL SO MUCH UGGHHHH #they make such a good friendship justice will always be there to support the old man

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Hshdhshdb I should make a ref sheet for Justice, but... *sees pile of unfinished drawings* um...

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