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spaciebabie · 1 year
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Spacie I feel like you an some of the other fnaf artists are like the cool kids at the playground,specifically in the sandpit, and yall are like eating sand and building cool things and I want to join but I'm so spooked by yall that I'm just watching while eating gravel and drawing in the dirt
This is a very specific feeling/situation, but yea
I LITERALLY FEEL LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME TOO BRO!!! i feel intimidated by some of my moots and other artists cuz i think they're so cool and making awesome stuff meanwhile im making mud cake and eating worms but ya hafta remember that we all just folks havin fun at the end of the day! my mud cake is great and so are your drawings in the dirt!
interact! join in! i nor any of the fnaf artists i know are gonna bar ya from joinin us in the sand pit! someone could end up really liking your stuff and/or you could end up makin some really good pals!
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elaanaa · 1 month
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da gog really played an epic prank on me by givin me dis amazin lookin body with dis personality...
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homokommari · 11 months
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i made s+ rank in splatoon 3...... i did it!!!!!
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croaglunk · 2 years
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heres one of my favorites. Spring Training 2007: Baltimore Orioles
oh my god I can SO work with this
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For my own memory, in the hopes that Scar will put yesterday´s stream on his VODs channel because it was amazing and featured among other things:
Scar calling Etho “the Maple Prince”
Xisuma trolling Scar by mixing up Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, and Harry Potter
Mumbo showing Scar the llama death chamber, and Scar praising him for being weird
Scar and Mumbo having a conversation about social media and AI
Scar telling Etho not to worry and that he´s thinking about moving the mail box himself (after all he had two best-selling redstone shops so surely he´s qualified!); Etho: well now I´m worried… But right afterwards Etho says people forget that Scar is actually quite skilled at the game
Etho is just interrupting people today and Scar suggests just collecting people to procrastinate
I approve of Scar encouraging Etho to participate in MCC again
Etho asking how Scar got stamps already, Scar saying he´s been a part of a lot of Life series, Etho: “you and your wily words, you can get anything you want…”
Big Salmon decreed mercury = good
Cleo shows up! “lag busting” is the new “it lagged into my inventory”
Scar definitely not encouraging Cleo to kill all other villagers after setting up her own trading hall. Cleo wants organic free range villagers.
Cleo trying to sell the monstrosolith as a giant billboard
Cleo proved she can do valley girl voice, Scar and Etho are shocked. Then they´re discussing what "no cap" means. (Etho on stream: “big true, no cap.”) They talked about poggers, and Scar going wild with his pants off (after Cleo exploded them), and Etho didn´t know what Stitch is.
Scar starts talking about Disney and it takes him a minute to realize Cleo and Etho have run away
More maple syrup discussion (Etho telling Cleo if she likes the brand she gets it´s fine), and a frantic ride-by and log-out by Grian
Cleo and Scar want to start a cult. Etho wants to be a frat instead, something cooler. Frats have fewer rules, they´re more like “pants off, it´s fine.” Scar says he´d ask too many questions to be in a cult, Etho points out he could be cult leader. Cleo immediately offers to be his second, the person who does all the dirty work.
Shoe talk. Scar shows off his twelve-year-old shoes on stream.
Making fun of Etho´s set-up! Scar is horrified. Etho talks about his Kleenex box where his mike stands. It matches his desk! It has his settings written on it! Also his space bar broke during DO2 but he got used to it. Scar decides they need reinforcements and calls Bdubs over. Ren also shows up.
Etho mentions he didn´t get a Decked Out 2 desk mat (took to long to think about it) and Tango logs in to write in chat that he´s disappointed and logs out again
A wild Iskall approaches in the distance. Etho: trident brother!
Etho invented the minecart shuffle
Cleo: "I always want you to kill people, Scar. ...no not Etho."
And Etho leaves to shuffle snow like the Canadian cryptid he is
(how dare Ren interrupt Bdubs before he can give his current opinion on the kleenex box)
"Etho´s not one to lie" (are you sure about that? ^^)
...I look away for two seconds and did Mumbo just call himself a panda in chat. I was later told: a panda fiat! Which is a car, and Iskall is a Ferrari
Moonlanding with Gem! And some talk about bases and criticism. Gem: "I love making Etho mad," “Let Etho be mad,” What´s he gonna do, all he´s gonna do is go oh snappers ^^ "Scar, you are my Etho"
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sillymanwithocs · 2 years
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Alfred Pennyworth has 1,000,000% said all of these
Part 1
"Bloody hell, master Bruce! You have multiple phones and adoption papers on your utility belt, but no tissues?! It's bad enough I have to hide snacks on everyone's suit"
"Master Damian, if you don't get your sword off the table right now..."
"GET OFF THE CHANDELIER MASTER RICHARD"
"Harleen, if you bring your hyenas and they pee on the carpet again I'll grab my shotgun"
"Why can't they all be as well mannered as you, Batcow?"
"Hello William, do you have my cocaine?"
"Master Timothy, I will revoque your Bernard and Conner dating privileges if you don't go to sleep right the fuck now"
"Larry, don't you dare complain about my family making noise when your dog keeps defecating on our property, if you don't take better care of Markus, I can't promise master Damian won't take him"
"Master Richard, if you don't eat your vegetables, I'm throwing the rest of your meal to the bats"
"If I have to clean ONE more bloodstain off this couch..."
"Master Jason, you probably have the largest bookshelf in the entirety of Gotham City, I doubt it would be that big a deal to let one of your siblings borrow a book you own five copies of"
"Miss Stephanie, quit teaching internet slang to the boys, if I have to hear poggers again I will, as you say, Throw Hands"
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FINALLY SOME GOOD FOOD. anyways HI. i would like to request a wolf-like monster gn reader thats in a polyam relationship with malleus, cater, and idia. ty!
Wolf Reader poly with Malleus Idia and Cater
The request is kinda vague so i took some liberties and decided to make a haha funni. Idk how i did
Okay, first of all, how dare you? You date two of the most tech-savvy people on campus in this relationship and then bring Malleus into it? For shame. Malleus came home to Diasomnia saying poggers due to his three loves, and Sebek had a heart attack. You are introducing invasive humor to a fragile environment. 
Lilia’s laughing. Sebek is sobbing, shaking, throwing up, and Lilia is LAUGHING.
Idia is constantly surprised that he pulled not one but three lovers??? It’s so surprising to him. He has always been insecure about his… everything. But now he has THREE people who love him??? And one of them is THEE Malleus Draconia??? His ego cannot handle this.
Cater is also surprised he has three amazing people that love him and can genuinely be himself around. No fake smiles, no magicam, just… him. He can just be… Cater isn’t used to it, and you and Idia have to strangle him when he tries to play off his depression.
Malleus is just happy he has three people that treat him like a normal fucking person.
Anyways he 110% brags about you all to his magicam followers and posts you all a lot. He is also the reason why Idia’s skincare routine was upgraded. Sometimes when Cater is bored, or when he just wants to bond, he will cling to whoever is the closest and get to work.
You have walked in on Malleus with cucumbers, shiny horns, and a facemask on while showing off his new pink manicure, and Idia trying not to scream at Cater, plucks his weird flame brows. Idia just texts you the pepehands emote and asks you to help him. Do not think you are safe. He has a fresh shampoo that he is going to put on your tail. 
Due to your wolf nature, you tend to be a bit nocturnal. It's great that you and the campus insomniacs got together.  Now you can all send dumb text messages to each other at 12 AM on a test day. Or Malleus will drag you out to look at some gargoyles. Idia complains, but that’s nothing a few cuddles can’t fix.
You all have matching Tamagotchis now because of Malleus. They are friends and also your children… Besides Ortho, of course, who is SO happy his brother finally got bitches. Ortho always outs his brother on how much he looooves you guys and all the cute sappy ideas he was talking about last night, like making a cutesy– Ortho is silenced.
Cater uses his clone-jitsu magic to go on dates with all of you at once. Or just smothering you all in attention equally. You are suffocating under 4 Caters. Rip.
Malleus would use his most powerful magic just to entertain you guys. The weather ruined your picture? Not anymore. Some asshole broke your Hatsune Miku figure? Boom. Fixed. You want kiss? Okay, come here.
I have no idea how these guys all came together, but by god, are they all gay. Good for them. Good for them.
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hurrakka · 2 months
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Hi, new Leon/Sasha enjoyer anon here again
I also wanted to say that your L4D AU of them is really interesting!
I have heard of the game but never got to experience it but the one thing I absolutely love about your AU is that you’re not afraid to get into the “really grotesque body horror” aspect of their designs!
It really catches my eye and dare I say, made me get over my fear of some types of body horror just so I can gaze upon your art😅
I strive to learn from your art style, I love it!
Have a wonderful week you lovely creature :>
That's so poggers you get to overcome those fears <33 Believe me, I used to get spooked easily but all it took was looking at these things with a different lens which in my case would be comedic. I love body horror and I wanna improve on it too in my art. Leon, Sasha, the other RE characters are much more fun to draw with the fucked up mutations, thanks to L4D's amazing designs that still hold up to this day.
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egopocalypse · 1 year
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A Prisoner’s Dilemma
Whumptober Day 13: “Are you here to break me out?”
Enjoy this tumblr-exclusive sneak peek at the next chapter of A Warden’s Secrets!
Tommy's face lights up in relief.
"Sam!" he says. "Oh, big man, am I glad to see you. Are you planning on getting me out of here? Because honestly, this place is a little claus-tro-pho-bic, if you get what I’m saying, and that’s not really a good place for me to be, Sam. It, ah—it makes my breath all heavy and shit. It’s not fun, like—at all.”
For a long, awkward moment, Sam doesn’t speak. The constrictive heat soaks the clothes under Sam’s armor in sweat and glues them to his skin. His shirt collar clings to his throat, applying pressure that doesn’t fade even as he swallows and fails to figure out what to say.
Tommy, meanwhile, fills the otherwise dead air with his own voice and picks up speed as Sam’s silence continues.
“It’s fine, it’s fine! Really, not much to worry about when you’ll get me out soon. Though I didn’t know the Courthouse got an upgrade, Sam. Guess I’m so good they put me in high-class. ‘Course, I could get out myself if I wanted, but this barrier—kinda tacky to have it be netherite, dare I say—it’s kinda keeping me in, which—admittedly—does not make it poggers. It just makes this place look like it’s been fucking built by a prick. A tory, if you will.”
Oh god, Sam has no idea what the heck Tommy’s saying. The kid talks way too fast for him to catch his words, and despite his bombastic energy, there’s a nervous hint to it as Tommy’s eyes constantly flicker between something above Sam’s head and anywhere else, refusing to keep eye contact for a second.
A cold, sinking dread freezes the sweat on Sam’s skin. His trident is still raised, held aloft as his shock turned his limbs to stone. He drops his arm with such a speed that the trident slips from his slick grip, and he barely manages to prevent it from tumbling into the bubbling magma below.
“Tommy,” he starts, but Tommy steamrolls right over.
“Are you my lawyer then, Sam?” he says. “You have to be, if you’re here to see me. Don’t know why you’re here, but I can’t expect Dream would let you in otherwise. But it’s fine; Big Man Sam’s got a plan, right? You’ve got a way to get me out.”
“Tommy—”
Tommy pushes against the barrier and leans as far forward as he can reach. “’Cause let me tell you, Dream? He’s a wrongun, and whatever he’s got on me is a fucking lie, so remember that. Swear to me right now you’ll remember that.”
Sam’s breath catches in his throat. God, he wants to believe Tommy, he really does, but there’s more evidence stacked against him than he thinks.
And yet, isn’t this what Sam had hoped for in the first place? Didn’t he argue just last night that whatever happened was a misunderstanding? He wants to know the truth so bad, but with each account—with every witness to Tommy’s crimes—it grows more and more muddled until he can no longer verify the actual order of events.
This is why we need a trial, he thinks. Unfortunately, the only proper lawyer this server has is dead.
In the wake of Sam’s silence, Tommy falters.
“Sam?” he says. “You’re gonna swear it, right? You know Dream’s a wrongun.”
Does he? Sam doesn’t think he knows anything anymore.
Didn’t Dream warn him about this, though? He said that Tommy would be desperate when the potion wore off, but Sam didn’t think it would be this bad. Does he even remember the reasons for his arrest?
“Tommy—”
“Don’t—don’t fucking Tommy me,” Tommy says. “You have to swear it. If not, I’m gonna have a real fucking reason to go to the courthouse. I’ll take a fucking knife and shank you—just stick it in there and wiggle it around a bit, then you’ll have wiggly bits in there and you’ll die.” Tommy grimaces, and from the other side of the lava, the shadows age his face. “I’m friends with Big Law, you know. Give me your com since Dream fucking stole mine or—or destroyed it, and as soon as I call Big Law, he’ll get me off before the trial. He might even put you in prison for dying, like you should be—”
“There isn’t going to be a trial.”
Sam isn’t sure why that statement of all things allows him to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth, but from the way Tommy’s tirade cuts off, it manages to let Sam—the Warden—regain control of the conversation. Now all he has to do is keep it.
“This isn’t a fucking joke, Sam,” Tommy says. “I know my hu-man rights. I need a trial.”
“You’ve already been declared guilty,” Sam says. “For the safety of everyone on the server—” including yours, Sam doesn’t say “—it was determined you would stay here in the prison while you carry your sentence out.”
“What the fuck?” Tommy squints against the lava’s glare. “Are you a cop, Sam? Because you’re sounding a lot like one right now. What the fuck am I even in here for?”
Sam’s taken aback. “You mean you don’t know?”
“How the fuck would I know? You never gave me a trial, Sam!”
God, maybe he should’ve waited for Dream. He would’ve had a much easier time explaining everything. Sam’s only had one conversation with Tommy—the prisoner, he has to remember that—and yet he already feels like he’s falling apart at the seams. How is he going to manage this for Tommy’s entire sentence?
Sam retreats into the shell he’s crafted for himself. He’s the Warden now; it’s about time he started acting like it, especially when Dream isn’t here to back him up.
“You’ve been arrested for murder, Tommy,” Sam says, “and the victim can’t testify themselves.”
Tommy’s affronted shock boils into anger. “Murder? Who the fuck do you think I killed? I don’t kill nobody!”
Sam’s chest aches. It’s hard enough trying to talk to Tommy as the Warden, but now he’s lying right to Sam’s face? Maybe if he hadn’t come back from talking to Jack, he’d be a bit more lenient, but Tommy’s completely disregarding the facts.
“I have it on record you’ve killed more than once, actually. The final death is what locked you in here.”
“So what, you’re just gonna listen to them? To Dream?” Tommy’s hands start to shake. “I don’t even get a chance before you lock me in here?”
“It’s not my decision,” Sam says. Surely if he explains, Tommy will understand? “I wanted to, but I was overruled.”
“This isn’t fair, Sam. You know this isn’t fucking fair!”
Shame burns in Sam’s gut. The last time he saw Tommy this pissed, he was fighting and screaming in Tubbo’s face at the Community House. Even though he’s weaponless in the prison (something Sam is suddenly grateful for), what other barbs is Tommy capable of throwing from his cell?
“If I could do something about it, I would,” he says, “but there’s nothing. I can’t.”
Tommy’s shoulders droop. “So you’re just here to what—to fucking mock me? To keep an eye on me or something? Make sure I stay in this—in this fucking place? ’Cause let me tell you what, Sam—” he gestures to the lava “—I don’t think I can leave!”
Of course he can’t. The whole point of Sam’s design was so the prisoner couldn’t leave. He made sure of it and scoured every last inch in search of minuscule cracks in the blocks and details to fix. There is no way Tommy can escape on his own. He needs Sam in order to leave.
So why does Tommy stating it make him sick to his stomach?
Tommy folds his body over the barrier, and for a moment, Sam’s afraid he’ll crawl over it and run straight for the lava.
“Please, Sam,” he whispers, “let me out.”
The Warden’s armor weighs on Sam’s shoulders, rooting him in place like a concrete block despite the Feather Falling etched into the plating. He has a job to do now; he can’t apologize for something the Warden deems right.
He can still care for his ward, however.
“There’s a health pot in the chest,” he offers. “I recommend taking it before—”
A sharp pull yanks at his naval, and his vision swims as the floor rips out from under him.
@seaswalllow @thisisaname-whatahappyname @miishae @shriketrap @sleepypuffpastry @isa-ghost @phantoids @a-humble-narcissus @fear-is-nameless
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its-really-dry · 2 years
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--your trust is unreliable--
the final of 2 parts -> (pt 1 & request)
natasha romanoff x fem!redroom!reader babe 💅
A N G S T 👀
also remember this is an *AU*
soupmary: natasha romanoff was your wolf in sheepskin. a thief dressed as a saviour. a bully acting as a friend. but you were the poison in her wine, she never knew about.
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(this poggers mommy nat photo ain't mine yall fr)
4 shield agents wheel you out of the holding cell and into the interrogation room. your glare falls to her and you feel anger and betrayal rise inside of you.
"now, ms y/l/n-"
"oh for the norns sake, would you shut the hell up. i couldn't give two sh*ts about what you wanted to ask me nicholas." you snarl.
fury's eyes widen, but he decides to stay quiet.you look over to natasha who has her head hung slightly which makes you laugh.
"awww! is little tasha all sad now? are you sad that you lied to me and used me in the most disgusting way possible?"
nat doesn't say anything
you roll your eyes at her lack of response.
"i can't believe i trusted you, romanoff. i really thought you were gonna help me, not incarcerate me!"
nat sighs.
"y/n, you need to calm down."
"CALM DOWN? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FU**ING MIND?"
nat flinches at your sudden change of emotions, but keeps her facade on.
"i trusted you natasha! i trusted you because i thought you were trustworthy. 20 years? 20 years mean nothing to you!?"
"you had vital information."
"that i was willing to give to you! that i did give to you! zero questions asked! you know i wanted out of the red room from day dot."
"you were working for drekov! you were helping him carry out the override plan! you were building the technology!"
"oh my fu**ing lord ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? not everyone is a pretty little russian princess who can just escape the red room like you did romanoff! I HAVE NO WAY OUT. THERE WAS NO FUTURE FOR ME, NO FAMILY WAITING AT HOME, NO HAPPY ENDING, NOTHING! me and so many other widows natasha. so many of us were beginning to be set free. we were tired of assassinating innocent people. the amount of innocent blood i have on my hands is despicable."
you begin to sob and natasha finally looks up at you.
"you were dangerous y/n."
"how dare you say that. i'm not the one that killed in cold blood am i? i'm not the one who enjoyed the looks of helplessness of my victims faces am i? you. you're the biggest threat that currently breaths in this room." you growl.
nat gazes down again and takes a deep breath in.
"i'm sorry, but i had to do it y/n. for the good of us both."
"what? are you a comedian now? because the only person benefiting from this is your ego."
"i had to do it y/n."
"you didn't have to do anything natasha. what about our plans? what about getting me out of the red room?"
"i never promised that." nat mumbles.
you shake your head in disbelief. was this really happening? there was no way.
"you're not natasha romanoff." you say sternly and natasha looks at you with a questioning stare.
"you're not natasha romanoff. my tasha is not a back-stabbing, self-centred, narcissistic dog who drinks the blood of their prey. my tasha is the one who helped me see the value in little things. she made me grateful for my life, even if it was chaotic. you're not my natasha romanoff."
nat shrugs.
"people change y/n. you were my mission."
those words felt like a jab to the stomach.
"i was your mission?" you whisper. "what about yelena? was i just a mission to her too?"
"she doesn't know. i told her we were there to rescue you."
you feel sick. you feel disgusted. how could she lie to you and her own sister like that!?
"thanks to the amazing work carried out by ms romanoff, we have been able to recover quite a bit from your intelligence." nick says as he places a file and 5 USB sticks onto the table in front of you.
"oh, so here at shield, you guys applaud theft? she stole those from me!"
"you were her mission ms y/l/n. it's called recovering evidence."
"no! she stole it from me! i'm her friend ! ask yelena! she was there!"
"unfortunately, we cannot bring outside sources into this. this case is high protocol."
"yelena is not an outside source ! she's natasha's goddamn sister!"
"y/n. she was never part of the mission. i took her along with me because she had the red dust. that's it."
"so you used your sister too? and she still thinks you're the goody-two-shoes who saved me? huh? she has no idea i'm here, chained to a damn wheelchair like i'm a fu**ing serial killer!?"
the silence was enough of an answer. the more this day goes by, the more natasha's friendly facade disappears.
"from all of this evidence we have against you, it will be pretty hard to prove your innocence professor."
"does it look like i care about my innocence? i was trying to help you! i wanted to avenge the deaths of all the red room's victims!"
"then why did you continue to work for drekov?"
"BECAUSE I CAN'T LEAVE FURY! THEY'D KILL ME! THEY ARE ALREADY HOLDING A KNIFE TO MY NECK AS WE SPEAK! IF I DON'T TURN IT IN, WE'RE ALL DEAD." you scream and pull forwards towards him. the agents are quick to pull your chains back harshly making you seethe in pain.
natasha's eyes fill with tears as she watches it happen.
you exhale with a groan before speaking again.
"they will kill me if i even dared to leave my station."
"they never killed natasha."
"they never killed romanoff cause she's a dime a dozen. widow's can be replaced in a blink of an eye. i, on the other had, am a valuable asset. i can take this whole operation down in seconds, without even leaving my home. one of the red room's favourite abilities is to stay anonymous during an ambush. you know who they are, but you don't know it's them who struck."
fury picks up one of the files and walks over to you.
"do you know what's in this file?"
"rhetorical question right?"
"what do you mean?"
"i have 384 identical looking files at home. how am i supposed to know exactly which one that is?" you ask in annoyance.
fury sighs and reads out the title oof the file.
"mission execute code 0854-1617."
you smirk.
"there is only one instruction. capture, or kill."
you start to laugh and fury raises an eyebrow at you.
"what's so funny ms y/l/n?"
"oh how naïve are you natasha? has it really been that long since you've left the red room?"
"natasha what is she talking about?" fury asks the widow but her face remains blank as she rackes her brain to find the answer.
"you silly little goose! fury, would you care to tell me the time?"
"it's 4:15 PM. why?"
"natasha. you must think you were the only one with a mission to complete! when have i ever gone back to drekov empty handed?"
nat's eyes widen as she remembers.
0854 -> the widow's assigned number
16:17 -> the red room's set capture execution time.
"who knew you wouldn't have caught onto it much quicker? you're not as stealthy as you used to be natasha. it seems as though you let go! you should know better than to go snooping through an assassin's belongings."
suddenly, one of the agents stand back from you and shoots the other three, immediately holding the gun at fury and natasha.
"melina would be so disappointed in you sestra. you really have slacked off." the agent says as they pull off their nano mask.
"yelena!?" natasha asks in total shock.
yelena smiles and unites you.
"hello!"
natasha moves to grab her gun from behind her but yelena tsks.
"uh, uh, uh. don't do something you'll regret."
"i think it's too late for that lena!"
you and yelena both laugh but natasha looks hurt.
"i-.... you were teaming up with her all along?" she questions yelena and she nods.
"of course i was! i am still a red room assassin."
"but, the red dust?"
"ha! that is all made up! this is absolute rubbish!" yelena chuckles and breaks all of the viles on the table. "i thought you would have suspected that a long time ago."
"i still don't understand!? then why did you help me!?"
"i never helped you, natasha. you, helped me. once i got the mission plan, and found you, y/n was supposed to come to me. but when you said that you wanted to help me, i went ahead and told y/n that there was a change of plan and that i would bring you, to her."
"h-h-how?"
"you're not the only smart one here romanoff." you smile sickly.
natasha's expression turns to one full of pure fear when she sees 6 more widows and task master enter the room.
"don't worry tasha, you'll be back home, where it's safe, in with the fellow widows, in mother's arms again. back in the red room where you belong."
you, yelena, task master and the other widows pull up their gas masks before one of the widows throws a toxin smoke bomb onto the floor. smoke fills the room almost instantly, making fury and natasha cough uncontrollably.
was the last thing nat heard before passing out.
(plot twist much??? 👀)
@adi06lena @yelenabemylova @wandaspov @imthenatynat @paryl @fayhar
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theautumnalcat · 1 month
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i dare to ask yes and i shall proceed:
every time i see you on my dash the other dude in my head says "oh look its the mental illness child!"
appologies but i love it sm
youre fucking poggers
BAHAHAHAHAHAAAA THATS AMAZING
I don’t accept any names other than Autumn and The Mental Illness Child
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eevachu · 4 months
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Something really funny about uninstalling most of my direct messaging and social media apps from my phone, and muting most of my other notifications, because I have regressed to a similar state as where I was as a teen in the 00’s.
You have to catch me at home, on my desktop computer, logged into a specific application and with notifications turned on in order to contact me. I can’t see any of the replies on social media sites on-the-go because I’m not logged in on my phone. I’m just out here with my smart phone that I use to text people, listen to music, take photos and play glorified snake. I’m a pair of cargo pants and an anime wristband away from logging into limewire while I chat with my friends on AIM about the art I just posted to deviantART.
And honestly? Kinda great. Kinda poggers. Dare I say it: kinda “roflmao rawr xD.” uwu
Reject modernity and being available 24/7/365, return to status: offline.
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tubbolul · 2 years
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FUCK OFF WITH THE BACKHANDED SHIT STOP SLAPPING THE KIDLUL SILLY
THIS KID STROLLS ON IN AND SAYS morning pond ^^ ALMOST EVERY DAY AND TELLS YOU ABOUT ALL THE COOL SHIT HES DOING AND YOU GUYS HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ONLY INQUIRE ABOUT ohhhh hows ranboo??? hows ranboo??? WHY DONT YOU FUCKING ASK RANBOO
YOU ARE SLEEPING ON THIS KID HERE. THIS KID, MIRACLE WORKER, YES YES. HE BUILT NUKES. HE IS A SKILLED INVENTOR. HE HAS A SILLY LITTLE BEE FARM ON OR BY HIS HOUSE. HE WAS A SOLDIER, HE WENT TO LAW SCHOOL, HE HELPED REBUILD MY SHIT WHEN HE LIVED WITH ME AND BUILT LITTLE MUSIC CONTRAPTIONS TO HAVE HIS SILLY LITTLE DANCES. DID YOU KNOW HE LIKES FLOWER AND HE IS STRONG AND HE IS GIVING PEOPLE A NEW CHANCE AT LIFE. HE SAVED THE HOGLINS LIFE AND YOU DARE SIT HERE AND BE LIKE “ohhhh well. he is sooo mean how dare he” LIKE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DONT KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO RAISE A KID ON YOUR OWN FOR ANY LENGTH OF TIME. THIS KID HAS MORE HEART THAN A CARDIO BRANCH IN A HOSPITAL AND YOU DARE WITTLE DOWN HIS CONFIDENCE FOR YOUR LITTLE HEE HEES AND HOO HOOS
THE KID LUL IS SO ENDEARING AND POGGERS AND CARING STFU. SHE DESERVES TO KNOW THAT YOU GUYS LIKE HER FOR WHO SHE IS. START ACTING LIKE IT
- @angelxxreaper
????????? phil. i mean thank you. but are you okay man
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The twins with a s/o that is Lady Dimitrescu height that loves to pick them up, stare at them just to get their guard down, then kiss them on the nose/face/lips then set them down and walk away like nothing happened
Bruh. She’s about 9’6-
Sordward
… Now you’re just trying to piss him off with your height, aren’t you? He’s like, 5’5 (not counting his hair). WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING TALL WHEN HE’S THIS SHORT-
Yes, he’s very jealous about your height. He doesn’t even know why he’s dating you… It doesn’t even help that you constantly pick him up for no reason at all. Kinda makes him angry in a funny way, but whatever-
Him letting his guard down at that point will be hard, since you constantly do this. He knows your game. So unless you were to do something like, hug him and make him think that’s all you’re going to do. You can’t win here-
… So if you were to kiss his nose, face or lips. Then that would just fluster him to the max. Like, why??? And how dare you make fun of his height by picking him up and doing this, you sussy baka-
… And you dare walk away as if nothing happened??? Well, too bad. He’s going to follow you and start saying “sussy baka” for the next few hours-
Shielbert
He’s very flustered to even be around such a person. I mean, 9’6??? He’s about 5’6 and he’s with you. He’ll be pretty shy about anything just because of your height alone.
You don’t even need to try to let his guard down because it’s already down as it is. And picking him up will just make everything worse for him- (because like, he’s shy and confused-)
… No matter what you even do to him at that point, he’s going to ascend to either heaven or hell. But you usually just kiss his nose, face or lips. The lips make it even worse-
Doesn’t help that you pretend as if this didn’t happen. Even if he talked to you about it, you act as if it didn’t happen. Not in an actual confused way, more like smiling and being like “what? You a sus man-”
… You just like to embarrass this man, don’t you? I mean, like I said, he gets embarrassed easily and he can tell that you’re just abusing that power-
Emmet
Dude, tall people are the best. And like, short people too. But you’re like, verrrrrrrrrrry tall. He’s like 6’6, and you’re about 9’6. POGGERS-
Couldn’t exactly care if you were to pick him up. He’s probably like a teddy bear to you because you seem to pick him up with no problem, and he doesn’t do much but accepts whatever is going on as it is.
I mean, him letting his guard down is a bit all over the place. But I suppose if you were just to stare at him for a while, he’d wonder what you were thinking about. Or even plan on doing.
… It’s hard to tell how he'd react to a kiss on the nose, face, or lips. I mean, kissing his nose or face would make him giggle a bit. But the lips… he’ll probably just ascend into the afterlife. Not really like what happened with Shielbert-
Then you just put him down and walk away. I mean, fair enough. Even he wouldn’t know what to do. He’s a bit embarrassed but he’ll just play on his Gameboy or something-
Ingo
… Okay, so the tallest people he has meant are always around 7’something. But… 9’6 huh? That’s new for him. You probably can’t even enter the subway at such a height without bending.
Not that he minds, he just never imagined being with someone that’s way more taller than him. But he’s not complaining. Although… he’s not a massive fan to be picked up. Not to say he’ll bite your fingers, he’s just personally not a big fan but won’t say much.
… And he’s fully aware of your game. Maybe not at first, but as time goes on. He’ll catch on to it. No matter what you do… but that doesn’t stop him from being flustered.
Mainly because you're way taller than him and you’re like, either kissing his nose, face or lips. Then just put him down and continue on with your day.
… Fair enough, he’ll pretend as if nothing happened as well. I mean, if you don’t count him thinking about it. But otherwise, it’s just back to work with this man-
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American sex education is like "the safest way to have sex is to not have sex"
bro
you know that like
categorically, not having sex isn't...sex. Therefore, it doesn't count as having sex.
Sorry to break this to you but sex is actually really cool and fun and cute and, dare I say, poggers. So that combined with the fact that you don't seem to know the difference between sex and not sex is fairly alarming to be totally honest.
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cancelling sunnyside lumpia part 2, the sequel
i cnat believe im saying this but
once again i am calling out @ccamishamishiii AYAW MAGLOAD NG PU @camishii becauss she has once again said something to me on tumblr dot come THAt has led me speechless
how dare she. infront of my ube
shes craving lindt chocolate from luigi galvani as we speak whoever that is.
no petition for today bc im lazy and OH MY OFKJSDF I CANT BELIEVE MYRA ALSO LEFT A HATE COMMENT ON MY POST ON TUMBLR DOTE COME AUGH UNFORGIVVABLE!!!11!
YEAHY THIS IS ALSO A CALLOUT POST FOR ANOTHER NOT SO POGGERS PERSON @SUKREA oop caps @sikrea!!1111 🤮🤢🤢🤢🤮
this new tumblr editor for desktop sucs
anwyays
excuse me while i go make out with my 123871892371ru2387 husbands and wi SOMETHING BIT MY BOOB WHAT THE FUJCIMF wvives
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