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mangozic · 2 days
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my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity
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clawfootcoffin · 2 days
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gertie and gerry :3
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[GERRY SOUNDS SO DEEPLY, PLAINLY HAPPY.]
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rauchendesgnu · 1 day
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"Would you like a seat?" Gerry asks over his shoulder as Sam follows him deeper into the apartment. "Only if it isn't a bother," Sam says despite the throbbing in his hip. "Oh, it's no problem at all. Let me just--" The young goth rushes ahead into some sort of studio, clearly expecting Sam to follow. Every spot in the room is either occupied with a painting, or painted on, or splattered, or filled with utensils, tools, and other stuff that is necessary for art. Gerry sweeps a pile of pencil sketches from a chair and offers it to Sam, who sits gratefully, eyes still wandering over the atelier in overwhelmed amazement. "I can make some tea?" Gerry offers. "Oh," Sam says with an awkward smile. "I'm more one for coffee." "Do you mind if I make one for myself, then?" "No, go ahead." The sounds of an electric kettle being filled and switched on reaches Sam, whose eyes fall onto the sketches. He leans a bit closer to get a better look. It's not very polite, to go snooping into the drawings of a potential friend, but he can't help himself. He's always been so damn curious. The first sketch shows a short, thin man with dark hair that is starting to go grey despite his young but tired face. His brown skin is covered in scars and his eyes are glowing. Sam blinks, and for a second he feels like the drawing blinks back at him. He quickly moves the sketch to the bottom of the stack and shakes his head. It's the sleep deprivation. He's not starting to see movement in traditional sketches. The next few sketches show the same man, over and over again, eyes blazing, mouth set in a thin line, exhaustion weighing down a face that could once have been called handsome. He's not the only one, though. There's a second man, tall and broad, with red hair and a dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. He's barely recognisable in the fog that surrounds him that gets thicker with every new sketch Sam discovers. The last one is that of a man who wouldn't have looked out of place in Pride and Prejudice (as written by Cassandra Austen), with a neatly pressed collar and a cravat, as well as jewellery in the form of eyes. His grey eyes are intense, piercing Sam through the page. Sam is about to put the sketches back when a piece of paper slips, and his heart stops. The woman on the paper is a detailed pencil drawing of Celia. It's almost scary how perfect that sketch catches her likeness. Surely Gerry would have needed more than one look at her to draw her so realistically? Sam fights the wave of jealousy that wants to overtake him. It's none of his business who Celia meets in her free time. There is only that one sketch of her, and as Sam finds the last page, he's a bit disappointed to discover that there is just two sentences scribbled in nearly illegible handwriting.
The maze is sharp on my mind. The angles cut me when I try to think.
They are underlined with so much force that the pencil nearly broke through the paper. In the kitchen, the kettle turns off, and Sam quickly places the pages back in order. "Gerry," he says when his host returns, mug of tea in hand, "who are these people you sketched?" Gerry glances over his shoulder, then shrugs. "Now that you say it...I have no idea. These are from a while ago. Why, did I accidentally draw someone you know?" He says it with a smile, like it's a joke between artists. Did I accidentally draw you? Sam's gaze drifts back over the man with the glowing eyes. "I don't know," he says softly. "I don't know."
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Doorkeay doodle I made in school today while totally paying attention to the lesson
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anyatomy · 4 hours
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fanart of @realkeylogger s gerry and alice designs
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makingadjustments · 3 days
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✨manifesting more gerry content soon✨
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notcielle-b · 1 day
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sometimes I think about Gerry and Michael too hard and I remember that they aren't real people and I cry
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antichrists-plus1 · 2 days
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Gerry + Micheal doodles cause i was bored in class
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Here’s some crack fics I wrote a month ago that haunt my restless dreams. Behold.
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The archive is on fire
this bothers nobody.
the tape recorder is on, rolling like proud Mary. 
”Martin came into work today, fucking hate that man. Wish he would die. I’m such a good boss”
the door opens, and in comes Martin Crackhorn. “Sup you sexy snake, want some leaf juice?” “Fuck off you bastard, I’m reading about the mentally Ill.”
martin blushes. 
Tim bursts through the wall like the kill aid man, dressed head to dog in mr bonzo merch. And lingerie, but no one cares about that—there are more pressing matters. 
“I solved the arg mother fuckers, here’s my girlfriend.” Alice hand drier walked in on the ceiling, because trans people don’t like physics or any of its motives. “Wassup bitches, gimme a twenty.” 
“Why?” Sasha asks, crawling out from her desk chewing a table. “Because I’m so sexy that’s why.” 
They all nod in agreement. 
“Welp,” Elias says, notifying to everyone that he was still there with a slap of his 200 hundred year old knees. “I’m getting another divorce today, can’t stick around.” 
“Leave my dad alone!” Martin and Tim say, glaring at each other before Martin stabs Tim in the elbow. “They! That was new!!” 
Jon sighs. “I wish mr spider had just eaten me instead of billy wheeler.” 
“Womp womp” says nikola, taking his ear and chewing it like Tabasco. 
“I hate this life.” Gerry says, “make out with me,” says the sexy yellow door. 
“No thanks, I’m a book, we will never work.” Micheal runs away crying. 
“what did you just say to my grandson?” Gertrude has risen from the dead. “I think you’re confused gramma.” “No, I’m Gertrude.”
Eric is in the corner putting his eyes back in, but they’re backwards and he is horrified by the sight of his own Brian.
”marry me Juliet,” says Martin to his emotionally constipated boss. “No! I’m busy.” He picks up the binoculars and looks at Tim who is sat two feet from him on Alice’s lap. 
“Omg that’s so gay.” Alice is weeping openly now. 
Peter walks in, the room goes misty. 
“There you are, my prized little problem.” 
“Dad!” Elias gets a weird look, but no one follows up on it because Tim is missing both his girlfriend and his knees. 
Peter dips out after punching Jon in the emotions.
”I can see it all.” Jon gets punched by Daisy, who immediately smooches bassira on the forehead before jumping into the coffin. 
“Well,” “shit,” Berlin and Hoop are pale and normal looking, pay no attention to the zippers on their necks.
”it’s time to d-d-d-duel!” Mary has been skinned. Everyone ignores her. As they should. 
“Well,” Martin wants to say he didn’t see this coming, but he did. “I’m going to marry you.” 
“Oh word?” Jon and Martin have a wedding in spring. It is delightful, no one dies, and the priest is just happy to be free from the meaty clutch. 
Jared hopworth is the flower girl. It does not end well. 
The eyepocolypse is avoided, but Daisy still does because it’s what she deserves. 
Elias gets killed by jurgen lightener, who immediately dies of Ligma. 
All is well, except for Tim. He is suffering. 
Click.
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Heavy metal blasts from her mouth.
”wassup twot, where’s the cheese?” Mary sighed. “We ‘ave non.” “Bullshit, give me the cheese before I ceaseless watcher you.” 
Mary visibly tenses. She pulls out an uno reverse. 
Gertrude eats it.
”Dearly beloved, get wrecked.” Gertrude does a backflip.
”I want your lungs.” “No, that’s gay.” 
The crusty dusty old bitches fight. Gertrude wins, the absolute girlboss.
Micheal comes out from Gerry’s room, no one ask why. 
“Oh no!” Gertrude’s eyebrows run away. “The consequences of my actions!” 
“I’m going to kill you.” 
“Nuh uh.” 
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a gunshot rings out. 
Gerry is an orphan, Mary is still alive, Micheal is single, and Gertrude is secretly John Cena, hence why the eye couldn’t see her.
”if you don’t like my killer attitude—“
Eric bursts in. “You’re cheating on me?!” 
“What? No?” Gertrude is a confused old lady. 
“Not you— her.” “Oh, yes. She’s a lying scumbag.” 
Eric gets the rusty shears, but trips and dies. Not on the shears, but from embarrassment and testicular blueness. 
“Gerry wants to die.” No one knows who said it, but it’s very true. 
So he does.
momstermf enermguy. Bag for lumgs.
”I want to marry you so that we can divorce.” “Alright Elias, calm your saggy tits.” 
No one is happy, and Micheal is still a door. 
“Don’t @ me.” Gertrude is dead now, and all is at peace.
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Martin was hungy. Tim owned a pet gorldfish. 
Can I make it anymore obvious?
”Martini, you absolute gay barnacle, have you seen my fish Charles-Jevil—“
Marin is choking on the fish. Greedy bastard.
Jon is crying in disappointment and also because of his severe and chronic lack of parents. 
Sasha is dead. No one knows why.
Tim has a gun, and breaks through a wall just to walk back in through the front door.
Will wood is blasting from every device, electronic and not. 
It’s just Red Moon. Again, and again. 
Elias walks in, hears will wood, and because he is a homophobe he immediately dies. 
Agnes would have come, but she was on a date with her boyfriend because they deserve happiness and they get it. 
Tim has been c4’d by Martin. The audience cheers, then weeps until the archive is flooded.
”My paper-work!” “Jon you fucking neek, no one cares about the fucking boxes you foolish bitch!!”
Jon is having a panic attack, and the water has eaten his shoes.
Tim has forgotten his anger, and since he is a ghost, he can get his pet fish back from Hades, Orpheus style. 
Spoiler, he looked back. She died.
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akalikai · 3 days
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...how do I write my vaguely borderline spicy stuff in fanfics again????
(It's been a while I've completely forgotten someone help 😭😭😭) (yeah it's for a gerrymichael fic)
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magpod-confessions · 23 hours
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I like Gerry, I really do, but I think we (being the fandom) talk about him too much. The magpod fandom as a whole really just seems to favor the male characters. I’m not saying the women haven’t done anything wrong, they have and I’d say that makes them interesting. Idk, I just feel like we fixate on them and the male ships a lot.
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vvitching-hours · 2 days
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It's been a while, but here's a closet cosplay of Gerry I did over the weekend.
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Got shoes and some prop parts! Wig didn't fit so he might have to keep buckys hair. I'll paint it when I decide. Jacket and accessories incoming
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lemonchilderen · 2 days
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I has plans >:3
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Pre-Distortion Gerry and Michael Can Be So Angsty When You Think Abt It
yes yes yes michael becoming the distortion yada yada we all know THAT
but we musn’t forget RYAN
this was one of Michael’s friends, and by the things the Distortion says in ep 101, they were pretty CLOSE friends. He came to the institute looking for answers on what happened to Ryan and I can imagine watching your friend be consumed by the literal embodiment of madness will probably screw you over just a bit???
so imagine Gerry and Michael interacting and Michael WANTS to be friends with Gerry but he doesn’t let himself because he’s too scared and can’t bear the thought he might loose another friend to this force he doesn’t understand and then when he FINALLY does and he and Gerry become friends (or lovers whichever you like), he goes with Gertrude to become a servant of the spiral himself
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