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ninathekillerzblog · 7 months
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ninathekillerzblog's intro
* name: nina, mutuals can ask for real name
* pronouns: idrc
* interests: indie games, horror (analog, found footage, physiological, elevated, arg), cryptids & internet myths
what you'll see on this blog
creepypasta, marble hornets, everyman hybrid, slender verse, nina the killer, original characters, original aus, undertale posts, slasher films, cringe fiction, me and @jeffthekillerzblog 's au!! + more
disclaimer
as of right now this isn't a roleplay blog i just really like nina...
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#art credits to my fran jeffthekillerzblog
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creepypasta + internet horrors have been my special interest for a long time now, if you dont like it then block the tag because its all i talk abt lol. feel free to interact, tag w/ or dm me idm, i love making new friends
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marcidonato · 1 year
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i seriously dont think i have. ever once posted my art here. i never use this website. but oh my god... i can feel my brain corroding. this is the only place i can be me.. (collapses to the floor.) please... sertegra enjoyers.. be my friends. (my twitter is rabbitpaprikash.)
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featherwhiskered · 5 months
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hello lawrusso nation
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ayippeei · 1 month
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Realized I never shared the man of the shitpost
Here’s Gamma, he’s my silly guy, my oc
Anyways yadda yadda au stuff, still lore building so yeah some lore references in the art but oh well too bad cry about it because I’m too lazy to share the lore rn
You only see two other characters in the last 3 doodles which are the only images that ref to lore but anyways the character with the absolutely jacked arms on his back is Nova and the one in the last image is Ophelia
Pinging these fuckers because they’ll yell at me otherwise @gomorahkallenbach @requiem186 @artistkeval @razberrymilkshake
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us-costco-official · 4 months
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old (OLD) self portrait
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oc sketch (i want to study him under a microscope i love this little freak)
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batman doodle (just a glimpse into my dark and twisted mind….)
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POSTAL dude with a fat slab of cheese on his forehead.
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rosego1dd · 3 months
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have i posted my new comm sheet yet? i'm about to find out
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genderfluideadpool · 11 months
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i love seeing something someone i follow posts and then seeing it reblogged from someone else i follow and then seeing it reblogged from someone else i follow and then seeing it reblogged from someone else i follow
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maiagaru · 2 years
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Inspired by @heartsways wonderful fic You Can't Play on Broken Strings  (more specifically, chapter 2) for the SWCU/Gentleman Jack AU
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: johnny silverhand x gn V
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: johnny shouldn't love them the way he does
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 553
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, perhaps poor characterization i don't know
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ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: inspo Can be read as platonic or romantic
Johnny Silverhand, a world of ice.
He had passion, great passion for what he fought for. He had great passion for women, for the groupies and girls who loved to have his arm slung around their shoulders. He had great passion for his music and his guitars, a great passion for his gun. He had a great passion for his hate of corpos, his hate of Arasaka.
A world of ice.
But what he didn't have passion for, he was nothing to, he was icy cold. Kerry, often in his old age, pushing 100, likes to speak about what a cold asshole he is, no compassion for the shit he hated. His only passion was the hate, a sailor's tongue, he had, spitting his insults.
A world of ice.
It's blue. The holo-TV above him jitters with different ads—he'd have to crane his head to look at it. That's good, he would think. He would, because he's not bored like he always is, buried in consciousness of his Samurai.
A world of ice.
He's strumming the chords of a guitar sprouted from his Samurai's memories, or were they his? The line between the two bled nowadays.
A world of ice.
It's a new thing, that he's strumming, wasn't around in the 2020's. An Us Cracks song he might've picked up during the whole Kerry fiasco, something the almost-centenarian would hate him for. And yet he's playing it like he's played it a million times.
A world of ice.
He's not sitting straight, his leg's on the table, and if he could feel his body and the world around him–the projection of him–he'd feel the ache in his back, and the sticky leather of the couch.
A world of ice.
He, him and his Samurai, is bathed in blue light. LED's are behind him, a bright thing. The holo-TV and the coffee table he's got his boot on and the neon arrow sign by the door, all blue, just like ice, with the exception of the circling red of the donut, or life-saver floaty, beside him. That red light shines on his Samurai.
A world of ice.
He's special. Trillions of people in the world, and Johnny's half sure most of them would've gone crazy with the rockerboy in their head, and entirely sure that none of them would've convinced the rockerboy to take a backseat role; none of them except V.
A world of ice.
He should've hated him. Kerry knows he would've. And yet there's this passion—it burns in his chest, just the same way as sickness does, it makes him feel weak.
A world of ice.
It did make him sick, at first. This warmth, what was it, care? Fuck, he hates it.
A world of ice.
It's really hard to admit.
A world in ice age, the sun shines bright, shining down harshly on tousled dirt; the trees have long since lost their leaves, they cannot cast a shadow on the ground anymore, protect the earth from the harshness of sun.
But ice cracks, and snow eventually thaws, and here's his Samurai, standing in front of it all, the only living thing that has survived the passion of Johnny's hate, and he looks like a God.
A world of cracking ice.
He loves his Samurai, he really does.
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numberonepartyboy · 29 days
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haha yeah kai being a girldad is cute!! yeah go off with your hcs. but do you see the ninjas as a found family? or do you go and pick which one would be the 'mom' the 'dad' the 'kids' and the 'wine aunt'? do you really see them as a nuclear family or people who found eachother and got through so much and still see eachother as family?
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zubou · 8 months
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horsing around
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f2ucharacters · 9 months
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i would be a good content creator. i'm autistic
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idyllghost · 1 year
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Hey babes have some Nance
*drops this in your lap and scurries away*
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ratkiddoo · 2 years
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scene design assignment i never posted anywhere! hated it when i first finished it, but now that I look back at it, I think it’s ok
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inkskinned · 5 months
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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