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[willowmcplier]

Look I make art he is fluff

#willowmcplier #Pokémon #pokemon #arcanine #myart #pokémon art #my art #growlithe

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I finally answered the asks in my inbox! My reply is in blue. (obviously)

I’m tagging the people: @trashlemon-sand-ideas, @lahyte, @huffle-puff-ego, @awkwardexistence, @viralangel2000, @princess-firesoul, @somehowimalive, @huffletrax, @jocelynmakenna, @antis-loyal-puppet, @boopymooplier, @lildevyl, @willowmcplier, @dragontroz-78, @yellowhalcyon, @madamedraconis, @amyxmiaplay, @fortune-fool02, @caori-azarath, @saint-didacus, @reyskitchensink, @stardust-omens, @posts-random-art

#ask #reply #this whole thing took me 3 hours

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Sorry to bother you, but REVERSE GVFNKSMXA

Submitted by: @willowmcplier

MARK I LEFT FOR LIKE ONE WEEKEND, ARE YOU SERIOUS????

[huffle-dork]

A blast of blue green energy bursts out of Marvin’s chest and he screams in agony. The energy curls into a neat little bubble and floats above Marvin for a moment. Marvin slowly looks up and into it, seeing his reflection. But in that moment, he can’t recognize who it is anymore. The magic fades from green to a dark scarlet red, almost like blood, before it disappears. Marvin hangs his head, all fight and energy gone out of him. His body becomes discolored as the magic leaves him, making him look like he was dipped in red ink. Marvin stares emptily at the bottom of his prison, still, like a broken doll. -A New Deal

Read more of the Magnificent series here! [x]

@willowmcplier i believe you requested this? >:3c

#magnificent series #marvin the magnificent #phantom #natewantstobattle #phantom nate #septic egos #huffleart #jackesepticeye #he's taking his magic and identity away! #the fiend! >:O #im like so proud of this too soooo #this series just keeps giving me such fun things to draw and they've all turned out so well im really shocked lol

[pixelpolaroid]

I need you to know you're amazing.

@amyann-durham @sunstar121 @cryptvokeeper @alex-demonboi @aether-mae @maybekatie @willowmcplier @huffle-dork @shadowrealm82 @retro-remix @hooliganstsar @amyxmiaplay @autumnrambles @niluith-moonlady

It seems that the more we go through life, the less we think about the world going on behind closed walls. While as a society we're beginning to open up, but days go by where people still fall back into dark places. Sometimes we wake up and find that we regret not saying something when we could have, or doing more. Whether for ourseves or someone else, it doesn't really matter. Regret is something that we all want to avoid but never know is coming until it's finally here.

Starting this blog has been one of the best decision I've made in my life. My creativity has thrived and so has my confidence, but the thing that I least regret about all of this, is the people I've had the pleasure of meeting through this. The PixelPolaroid blog isn't just one person. I'd like to think it's a little community that's formed through creativity and inspiration. A cycle that goes from one person to another, and eventually leads back to the originator.

As I said before, this isn't just me. whether you know it or not but every single one of you that has ever liked or rebloged a post, or messaged me, anyone who's interacted with this blog has helped it to grow. My writing is important to me, I'm sure that's obvious. The stories probably would have never been told if there was no one here. I probably would've lost the motivation and confidence to keep writing without you.

While I want to say thank you, I want even more for each of you to know how amazing you are. Some of you have draw fan art of my work, some of you send messages whenever a new post comes out. Some of you interact with the characters, and some of you stay distant but are still there, and I see you. The fact that you take the time to sit down and do anything here puts a smile on my face. Everything I see you do is amazing and you need to know that. I never thought that one day I'd have the pleasure of writing my silly stories for people, and that in turn people would be giving back for it.

I shouted out into a big pile of madness that was tumblr. There was a lot of noise going on and somehow, you all heard me. I wanted to make individual paragraphs shouting out some people, but I was afraid that I'd leave someone out, so this is just a big, general post for all of you. I'll try to tag as many people as I can think of and if I forget someone, my sincerest apologies.

Basically what I'm trying to do is make a big post telling people how great they are for motivting this goofy little writer. This has become my safe place, my home away from the real world. Somewhere I can jump onto and find people to talk to if ever need it, and sometimes I need it badly.

Okay, that's enough being emotional for one day. I thought I'd end this letting you all know that I'm still here and I'll probably be back to posting regular work on Monday, but don't hold me too much to it. In the mean time, if you wanna know what's been going on, if you're curious about what's to come, or if you just wanna talk to someone (to me or ego related ;)) my ask box is always opened.

You guys are awesome, please keep being you.

- Pixel <3

#pixel talks #rambling #youre welcome for the feels #not sorry

[willowmcplier]

incels be flashin their iq test results like it actually means anything like, Bitch I got a >120 and I’m dumb as hell

#willowmcplier

[willowmcplier]

Jacksepticegos Zombocalypse AU thoughts

Been working on this draft on and off for a few years, finally posting it to rid it from my brain

Sean McLoughlin- 32 years old

Personality: Diplomatic, fair, kind

Story: Sean created the group together with Chase and Jackie when the virus first spread. Immune to the infection. Mysteriously went missing 6 months before Anti’s recruitment

Time Spent with Group: 6 years

Specialty: Diplomacy

Weapon of Choice: None/Machete

Chase Brody - Oldest of the group at 32 years

Personality: Calm and collected. Tough but fair. Cold and calculating. Does what needs to be done.

Story: Wife Stacy was bitten, had to watch her turn. Has been a shell of himself ever since. He only really feels able to open up to Sean and Jackie, the group they’ve formed his only respite in these difficult times. Has taken a leadership position whilst Sean is missing

Time Spent with Group: 6 years

Specialty: Sharpshooter

Weapon of Choice: Pistol

Jackieboy Man (Jackie/Jack Manning) - 30 years old

Personality: Ubbeat but gruff. Always ready to lend a shoulder to cry on. Fiercely loyal. Heroic

Story: One of the founding members of the group. Second in command and best friend to Chase. Unofficial group dad

Time Spent with Group: 6 years

Specialty: Melee Combat

Weapon of Choice: Spiked Metal bat

Henrik Von Schneeplestein (Henrik/Henry) - 31 years old

Personality: Eccentric. Wary of Chase’s ruthlessness

Story: Joined the group soon after its creation. Frequently patches up his groupmates, grumbling all the way

Time Spent with Group: 5 years

Specialty: Medic

Weapon of Choice: Syringe

Jameson Jackson (Jamie) - 22 years old

Personality: Quiet, affectionate, trusting, naïve

Story: Can speak, but usually chooses not to. Found in a secret base room of a house when Andrew got separated from the group one night.

Time Spent with Group: 2 months

Specialty: smol bean man

Weapon of Choice: Crowbar

‘Anti’ (Andy/Andrew Robberts) - 21 years old

Personality: Distant and cold. Takes a long time to warm up to new people. Prankster. Fiercely loyal.

Story: Found after parents were killed. Later infected whilst protecting Marvin during an unexpected zombie encounter

Time Spent with Group: 3 years

Specialty: Melee Combat

Weapon of Choice: Knife

Marvin Magna - 25 years old

Personality: Flamboyant, stubborn, protagonist energy

Story: Miraculously managed to reverse some of Andy’s infection and bring back his consciousness after he had fully turned.

Time Spent with Group: 1 year

Specialty: Jack of all trades

Weapon of Choice: b̵̢̉̏̔̍͆̿̆̈́͋͘l̶̨̝̦̜͇͍̯͎̳̬̍͋̇̆͐̒͘͠ǒ̵͚̯̪͓́̆̔̆͗̏̌̊͘̚͝o̴̤̹̠͎̞̰͈̼̜̯̯͍̜͇͖̊̀̀͒͒̒̃͒́̌ḑ̵̛̹̱̖̟̟̘̠̯̦̻̺͎̹̈́̇̏̎͆̏̈́̆̐͌̆̃̊̃͗̕ͅ ̴̛̰͋̀͗͌͊m̶̨̨̢̛̬͚̗̻̟͉͔͉̮̳̞̦̔͌́͛̄ͅa̶̛͔͎̜̙̱̯͚͖̗̖͍̙̫̞̦̾͊̅̓̃̀͗͑̒̍̈́͘̕͝ͅg̷̢̹͍̦͔̳̠͖̭̝̋̄̋͒̽̈́̅̆̏ï̵̯̹̰̦̞̝͍̺̲̤̗̳̫̽̍͋̀̇̄̽̍́̀̍͛̚̕͝͠ͅͅͅĉ̵̨̺̬̑͌̋̓̈͝ Improvised melee

#willowmcplier #jackaboy man #jackieboy man #jacksepticeye #marvin the magician #zombie au #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #schneeplestien #henrik von schneeplestein #au #dr schneeplestein #bro average #doctor schneeplestein #sean mcloughlin #jacksepticeye au #jacksepticeye zombie au

[willowmcplier]

Touch the cat to initiate the vibration

#willowmcplier #cat

[willowmcplier]

Okay but can we have rats in minecraft

Imagine a little rat butt sticking out of a half-open food chest

Iconic

#willowmcplier #minecraft

[willowmcplier]

Fiction Subgenre im so weak/hungry but I don’t want to hurt you

#willowmcplier #writing #angst

[willowmcplier]

are we going to talk about how Remy’s full first name is probably actually Jeremy, and Remy is just his nickname?

#ratatouille #willowmcplier #remy the rat #disney pixar

[willowmcplier]

How to make a D&D Character

Give them trauma

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#willowmcplier #dnd #d&d character #d&d #dnd character

[willowmcplier]

Whumptober Day 3- Impaled

Coal leapt to the next rooftop, feet barely making a sound against the shingles as he landed, pursuant landing behind him with a not insignificant lack of the same grace. Clearly whoever followed him didn’t know the city very well.

Given their clumsiness, Coal was entirely unprepared when they suddenly darted forward, shunting him off balance and off the roof, and knocking the wind out of him as he hit the ground.

Coal wheezed, struggling to catch his breath as the chaser dropped down after him, spinning a wooden dagger in his left hand. “What- what do you want with me?”

The stranger smiled, and through his grin, Coal finally saw the glint of pointed fangs. “You’re-”

“Silence.” The spawn planted a foot on his chest, keeping Coal pinned to the ground. “You know exactly what we want with you. You’ve been on our territory. Again.”

Coal growled, his own fangs shining back in the low moonlight. “You can’t have the entire city to yourself. Surely the lot of you won’t miss a few measly sewer rats.”

The foot in his chest pressed down harder and Coal groaned. “You know it’s not about prey, you whelp. It’s about control. We can’t have filthy runaways like you scuttling around and ruining our reputation.” The fang pulled something long and wooden from his jacket, and Coal barely had time to recognize it as a stake before-

Coal felt a hot pain in his chest like fire, and his entire body froze up all at once. He crumpled to the ground, unable to move, twitching slightly as the stake fully paralyzed him. His pursuer looked down at him with a smirk. He was entirely at their mercy- and they knew it.

The stranger knelt down beside him, a wicked grin plastered across his face. “Stay out of our territory, rat-” the fang snarled, standing again and giving him a good kick to the side. “Or you’ll have more than a little sunlight to worry about.”

The fang disappeared into the dark, and Coal could only watch helplessly as the night slowly crept back, and the sun pierced the horizon.

#whumptober2022 #willowmcplier #whumptober #tw stabbing

[willowmcplier]

#willowmcplier #my art #inktober 2022 #inktober2022 #myart

[willowmcplier]

#inktober #inktober2022 #inktober 2022 #willowmcplier #myart

[willowmcplier]

Whumptober Day 1: Unconventional restraints

TW: Self-mutilation

When Devin’s systems finally recovered, he did not recognize his surroundings.

His eyes fluttered open as he woke, limbs numb momentarily while he finished rebooting fully. The room was dark, and it took a few moments to activate a night vision overlay through which to view his surroundings properly. He seemed to be in some sort of laboratory, machines against the walls and various instruments sorted neatly in trays. The centerpiece was a large operating table, leather restraints unbound. It seemed whoever had brought him here was aware they would not have been very useful.

As he regained full control of his faculties, he realized he was already on his feet, seemingly leaning against the wall in a corner. He made to stand fully and investigate the room, but found he could not remove his hand from the wall. Devin inspected more thoroughly, and found the skin on his hand was torn and burned away, his steel fingers welded to the metal wall. It seemed he would not be moving anytime soon.

There was a soft jingling sound and Devin squinted as his vision was flooded with white. Disabling the night vision overlay, he saw a man had entered the room, a string dangling in his fingers linked to a dirty lightbulb on the ceiling. “So you’re finally on.”

“What is the purpose of bringing me here?” Devin asked.

“Hey! I ask the questions here, bucko!” The man glared at him with a disgusted look.

“You will release me immediately-” Devin stood steadfast, glaring back at the man in turn. This man clearly didn’t regard him as worthy of respect; saw him for his metal and wires and not for who he truly was. “And I will forgive you of this injustice.”

 “Don’t you listen? I ask the questions here.” The man leaned against the operating table, looking at his nails. “You do as you’re told and give me what I want, maybe I’ll even reuse your parts instead of letting you rust.”

Devin made a low noise like a growl, and scanned the room again for a way to free himself. But even if he were to use the surgical tools over in the corner, he couldn’t reach them while still stuck to this wall.

Devin looked at his hand, part of the wall, and flexed the fingers on his left hand. “You’ve made a mistake.”

His captor blinked in surprise, confused. “What?”

Devin looked back to him, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “You’ve assumed I’ve a dominant hand.”

The man gave him a puzzled look as Devin gripped his welded wrist and began to pull. “Whether you have a dominant hand or not, it won’t change if you’re able to separate the metal.”

“I can assure you, I have no misgivings about my ability to remove my hand from the wall. But that was not my intention”

The man’s eyes widened as Devin continued to pull, the audible creaking of metal straining sourcing from his arm as the droid squeezed his eyes slightly. “Wait, what are you-”

With a final tug and an awful cacophony of scraping metal, Devin tore his wrist from the wall, hand still firmly in place, wires and oil dripping from the sudden rupture where the appendage had previously been. “You!-”

Devin did not waste the moment of surprise. He was on his captor in an instant, remaining hand at his throat, pinning him to the side of the operating table he had been standing before previously. “Now. You’re going to tell me who you’re working for, coward.”

#whumptober #tw self mutilation #whumptober2022 #willowmcplier