it’s my babies’ day (and yes i stared directly at the sun)

stupid bonus

[SCENARIO CONTINUED FROM HERE.]

You select the second oldest of the available files. An observation log — COLONY keeps these, or so you assume. He never leaves commentary or notes to organize them. He probably just memorizes them instead. The terminal beeps beneath your fingertips, every click practically a gunshot in the quiet room. Thanks to your pass you are technically permitted to be here by the system — but you know better. There are security measures here that were not to be violated. If you are discovered, if THIS is discovered, you would likely be in trouble. The screen loads. Text fills the margins. After a moment, you realize that it is not just a file; it’s a transcript and an audio sample. There’s also a small attachment of some kind, likely an image. You play the audio.

[LOADING. . . (A short period of complete silence. Then, rustling as footsteps approach, and the familiar whir of a door. A familiar voice fades in with them.) “… I told you, it isn’t going to work.” “So you’ve said, Captain.” (The door whirs again. Locks.) “Please don’t call me that. Everyone keeps calling me that. Really I mean, I don’t even know what to do with…” (The sound of movement. Footsteps, slightly heavier but more measured than the first. The sound of something opening with a mechanical hiss — a containment unit?) (A quiet sigh. It’s barely audible.) “That… isn’t what I think. Right? Another one?” (A chuckle.) “Don’t sound so unenthusiastic. It’s terrible for morale.” “Le—“ “Just put them on, won’t you? It can’t hurt. One more trial.” “… Fine! Fine.” (The footsteps draw closer.) “Good. Now grab my hand.” (A clang, like somebody knocked into something.) “No.” “Trust me.” (Rapidly receding footsteps joined by another set.) “No!”(A loud bang, like a fist slamming against metal. The footsteps stop.) “No.” “It’ll be fine.” “You don’t know that.” “I’m right.” “This isn’t the answer. It isn’t going to — it’ll never be the answer, Leander, and I don’t even know what it — you know you can’t, right? Can’t come back? Doing this won’t let you see her agai——!“ “Captain.” (Silence.) “… shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” “Prove it.” ”Leander, please.” “Grab my hand. This will work.” “…” “I swear.” (The seconds tick by. Then.) “You...” (Another chuckle. Warmer in tone.) “Didn’t I say I would do it? Didn’t I promise?” (Laughter. Loud, nearly hysterical laughter interrupts him. It’s boisterous, disruptive.) “You did! You did, you… you magnificent bastard, you really found a way to———“] The audio ends. You stare at the screen. No matter how long you look at it, the text does not continue, the audio file does not extend. All that remains is a single attachment. Frustration makes your jaw tense, but you don’t have time to waste being angry. You’re running out the clock as it is. You click it. [LOADING. . .]

And then the screen goes dark. No. Not just the screen — the whole room blacks out. Every terminal flickers off, every bulb extinguishes. For a moment, there is total, unfamiliar silence. Even the faint electric buzzing that comes with electronics is gone. You are completely alone. You turn, grasping blindly at the records pass, the imprint of the screen still on your eyes. You stumble for the door, and to your surprise the pass blinks green, the only light left in the room. It opens and you shove your way through into the hall — Only to slam into a barrier. You look around. There is no hallway. Of all times for the paths to shift… The room you are in is tiny. The door behind you closes, and there is no scanner on your side, nor a handle. It is completely featureless. There is no way to open it. You call for COLONY. There is no answer. You call for the Captain. There is no answer. You call for help. You call for help. You call. You call. you. c a l l. . . . . . . . . . [YOU CANNOT BE TRUSTED.] [. . . ] [THE CAPTAIN WILL LOOK FOR YOU.] [. . .] [BUT THE CAPTAIN WILL NOT FIND YOU.] [ . . . ] [I AM SORRY.] [I AM SURE THAT MEANS LITTLE. BUT I AM.] [CURIOSITY IS NOT A TERRIBLE THING.] [BUT I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT HUMANS QUITE LIKED CATS.] [. . .] [A POOR JOKE.] [I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER IF IT WAS WORTH IT.] [I DOUBT IT.] [BUT I DO HOPE.]

(Scenario End. Ending: “Status Quo”.)

It’s Wednesday? That means I can share these doodles of my blorbos being insanely adorable?

Sometimes I remember just how much I love daemon and karima and I implode, this is one of those times I think. Also this is a wip I will definitely finish

Daemon belongs to @night-triumphantt (who I’m also tagging for this wip Wednesday<3) and also tagging @lilyoffandoms @oh-so-youre-a-nerd @nerdferatum @sosolenoo @faustsnemesis

having ocs is like thinking about a guy all the time and he isn’t even there… fucked up

She’s showing u her puppy!!!!!

Also sorry for no art recently I’ve had no ideas ;-;

exist to serve.

Obsessed with this screenshot I found of the caballeros

Some little guys for a class project yes I just used characters I already had I started it on the day it was due(today)

i'm so normal about him.

ok this is 100% my most embarrassing fictional crush but hear me out!!! actually don't i have nothing. thank you to my sister for not strangling me when i do this in every match.

(i made this in 3 seconds to cope with midas being taken out of the shop before i could sell my kidneys for vbucks. also chad sigma midas is probably the funniest thing i've ever drawn. dont ask why i twinkified him, the anime skin did it first)

i made a playlist for my durge tav,,, let’s just say i have a vision

In my brain it is not socially acceptable to post OCs on tumblr, in my brain this is the funny fandom website.

If you thought I forgot about the V requests— 🔫

V for @imaginarycyberpunk2023! I don’t draw facial hair a ton so I wanted to try it. Also, I wanted to try using chromatic aberration for once hhhhhhhh I’m still learning how to use it. Posted both because I don’t know which one I like better!

SAGAU but I’m on my Fire Emblem Heroes Agenda

Okay no can I talk about this? Reader, who happens to already have dealt with the while ‘summoned to a new world to do something’ problem suddenly gets thrown into a whole new world with their divine weapon. Are they really gonna let some random people scare them after well— fighting kingdoms and even winning against death herself? No! They aren’t!

But uh— Depending on which book this is, and how you want to characterize the Summoner and their relationships, it can change a lot.

Book 1 Summoner is probably way more freaked out than others would be, considering they just started getting used to Askr and probably just narrowly escaped death at the hands Veronica’s forces [looking at the end of chapter 10-5]. Now they’re in a new world and might be getting hunted again if it’s the imposter AU. [Book 2 Summoner is less green after Book 1, but still the same.]

After any of the other books, I would assume the Summoner wouldn’t be too afraid of getting hunted by new people or gods. I mean, they literally kill Hel in Book 3 and win against nightmare fairies in Book 4. You kill the ruler of the dead and not much can scare you, at least in my opinion.

And if the Summoner can use their weapon? To summon their allies in Askr? Oh please, it’s gonna be a bloodbath. The Summoner would just have dragons and gods on speed dial the second they get the feeling of being hunted. + If the summons are randomized, that leaves a ton of shenanigans.

Just imagine them summoning someone like Naga or Duma for protection. And then calling Hinoka or Palla to make distance. The fact that the casts of fire emblem consist of several dragons is so helpful. And don’t get me started on calling Fallen Edelgard to get rid of their pursuers. Oh god, the chaos.

Of course I’m thinking of this in the Imposter AU situation. In any other version I’m sure this would just be pure chaos and crack fic potential.

your fem demo is everything to me fr, yvaine my beloved, she’s so cool

That being said, are she and Boss besties like soldier and demo are?

I dont think they have any unique sort of relationship, and definitely not to the extent of canon Soldier and Demo. They could be friendly at most and at worst I think Yvaine would probably get on Boss’ nerves, because she can be sort of all over the place and isn’t very receptive to Boss’ instructions on the field (aka not a fan of getting screamed at in the middle of battle)

Get ready…

Meet the Hunter! Details about her below the cut!

Hunter is the second of my TF2 tenth class OCs that I’ve posted about on here and was actually the first one I thought up! (For anyone curious, Watchdog was the fourth and last one thought up. My hypothetical gameplay idea for her is that she’d have two main features: trapping and tracking.

Trapping would involve Hunter setting down various types of traps in order to harm the opposing team, as well help out her teammates (ex. Setting a trap behind a Sniper to make it so Spies can’t get within backstabbing range without harming themselves in some way). As her emblem implies, this includes bear traps, which would be apart of her hypothetical stock loadout, but you’d be able to switch between having a couple different ones at a time.

Tracking, on the other hand, would, as the name implies, allow you to track down enemies. This includes being able to track the position of enemies, as well as being able to figure out the location of multiple enemies, so long as you stand still while doing it. Or at least that’s what my rough idea is.

Hunter can initially come off as somewhat of an ice queen type. She’s generally aloof and keeps to herself, tends to be on the quieter side, and occasionally can come off as being a bit of a bitch. Though, while she is a bit icy at times, this is mostly just the result of her not having the greatest social skills, having a strong work ethic where she values professionalism highly, and a bad case of resting bitch face. Deep down, she’s quite a loyal woman who always do her best to get the job done (even if she often rolls her eyes at her co worker’s antics).

Her real name is Sarah Shepherd and she was born and raised on a sheep farm in the middle of Ohio, where she lived with her grandparents, as well as her older brother. Now, Ohio is a rather peculiar place. While the state government insists that there’s really just a lot of cornfields, among a few other things, this is a blatant lie as to not scare off tourists. Ohio happens to be filled with all sorts of cryptids, critters, and creatures that go bump in the night. No one is exactly sure why, other than one tale about someone pissing off an all powerful witch one morning by cutting in front of her in line at the bakery and then buying the last of her favourite pastry, to which she decided to get petty revenge by cursing the entire state of Ohio to forever be haunted by vicious monsters.

So, creatures like that have been around long enough that the people living in Ohio just see them as a mundane part of life. That being said, they’re still prone to being problematic every now and then. So, when she became old enough to help her grandfather and brother out on the farm, one of the things she was taught how to do was how to use a gun to get rid of any unwanted visitors who may want to prey upon their livestock. After all, having an eight foot tall carnivores nightmare moth creature or lumbering, grotesque frog people try to pick up fresh lamb chops at your farm for their weekend barbecue isn’t exactly great for business.

So, Sarah quickly learned how to defend her family’s sheep from all these critters, whether it be by scaring them off with a few shots or, in the case of particularly stubborn or hungry individuals, shoot them down (which would usually end up being turned into dinner later on). This, alongside the fact that hunting was a very big thing in their family, helped to turn Sarah into quite the expert hunter. Years later, after her brother ended up inheriting the family business and Sarah had become a young woman, she opted to leave the nest and become a huntswomen for hire, offering her services in tracking, capturing, and/or killing creatures (and soon after extending those services to include humans as well) in exchange for pay.

Thus, Sarah spent the next couple of years doing just that, which in turn helped to turn that expertise into a near mastery of her craft. Eventually, she received a job offer from RED/BLU, offering quite the hefty pay in return for her services. She accepted the job offer and moved to New Mexico, where she now works with her team in the Gravel Wars!

There’s some more to Hunter than this, but this post is a lot longer than I had originally intended, so I’ll leave it here. If you’ve read this far, thank you so much and I hope you enjoyed! Hopefully class number three will get to being posted soon! :D