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arstyrannus · 2 years
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Gotta dig through all that cereal to get the prize at the bottom of the box
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estheticpotaeto · 3 months
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Me listening to a song that has little to no thematic similarity to buddie: this song has buddie vibes.
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magolandandfriends · 11 months
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Does marx still has his larger wings with the colourfull pattern? Or did he lose them and only have these small more arm like versions?
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆ ⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆ ⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆
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Marx: the wires taste like colors
Magolor: anddddddd I regret having you be in charge of lights
Marx: IM NOT WRONG- it taste like pink
(OMG MARX POST NO WAY- But yes he still keeps the cool wings!!! He’s just mostly seen with his claws at the themepark)
(It’s a bit hard to explain but he can’t use his wings like arms 90% of the time, the only time that he can treat his wings like arms is when he’s hugging someone/someone-)
(ALSO WOWI ZOWIE IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN A LITTLE OVER A WEEK. I’ve been busy with irl stuff plus making a gift for one of my friends for her birthday- I’ll try to get more asks done this week!!!! No promises but I’ll try my damn best!!!!)
(One more thing YOUR ASKS ARENT BEING IGNORED!2!2!2!!2!- even if it’s been sitting in my inbox for a few weeks I have scripts written out I just gotta draw all of them out and it’ll definitely take a long time- Especially for the backstory ones those are like 8ish panels/pages- but I’ll get to them soon I PROMISE YOU- once again thank you SO MUCH FOR THE ASK-)
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flouftie · 1 year
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I like how in the concept art there's a bajillion versions of the Big/Bigger boys and then there's this sorta-final concept thats weirdly adorable? I like the cute little detail of Duck's hand resting on Red's arm
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jaysen-vor-hee-hees · 2 years
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“Aw, look at you, struggling and stumbling. So very confused, so lost. Oh, what a joy to see you like this. If only you’d held your tongue before, hm? It’s such a shame.
I always did like you, Stanley.”
Consequences - A Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe fanfiction
Genre: angst
tw/cw: i’m not quite sure but it may come off as distressing
Rough summary: takes place after resetting from the Games Ending, and in the one hall (?) spawn. The Narrator, finally with Stanley back in his office, decides that he’s had enough of Stanley’s tricks, and he well deserves a punishment.
Notes: this was in fact inspired by a hallucination i had last night and once it was over i thought, for some twisted reason, that i should write a tspud fic about it. Had a lot of fun writing this, since i’ve finished the game and have nothing better to do with my time.
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“Ah, welcome back, Stanley.”
Stanley froze. This was new. Where was the rest of the office? Why had The Narrator said that? He was already off script and it was already the first line? Perhaps it was a new quip. Yes. Yes that must be it.
“Now, as you can see, the office has changed the slightest bit” The Narrator said. “Of course, this is only temporary, but I’m not going to say you don’t have any reason to worry.”
Stanley’s eyes widened, and he quickly closed his door. Fuck this.
“No, no, no no no no, I am not having any of that today” The Narrator scowled. The door swung open by itself, and an unseen force shoved Stanley forward.
Stanley tripped forward, looking back as the door slammed behind him.
“Get up, Stanley” The Narrator growled. “We have things to do and places to be, no?”
Stanley gulped, lifting himself to his feet and beginning to walk. He couldn’t help but notice that his bucket wasn’t on the pedestal where it usually was, nor could he find it anywhere. That’s when he finally noticed something.
He began walking faster. The hall continued to stretch out before him. He walked faster. It kept going. He started running. It kept going.
“Oh, you’ve finally noticed, hm?” The Narrator said, and Stanley could just hear the condescending grin in his tone. Stanley glanced at the ceiling for a moment, a question in his eyes.
“Well I couldn’t help but feel you’ve been a little too… shall we say, confident, about the fact that I won’t do anything to you when you do something you shouldn’t before a reset.”
Stanley froze again. What?
“Of course, that doesn’t mean there isn’t punishments entirely in the parable,” The Narrator continued. “But you can just reset, can’t you?”
Stanley nodded slowly. Where was he getting with this? Was this a punishment? But what had he done to-
Oh.
“Ah, by the look on your face, it’s finally gotten through to you what I’m doing this for, am I correct?” The Narrator asked, yet he already much knew the answer.
Stanley started running again. Running, and running, and running.
“Oh, you really think it’s just gonna be as easy as a simple run, Stanley?” The Narrator said, his voice dripping with malice. “Oh, no no no, you’re gonna have to try much harder than that.”
Stanley ran faster. And faster. And faster still. After a long while, his chest heaved, his heart beat in his ears, but he kept running. And running.
Now and again he’d trip, but managed to steady himself and keep running. He slowed down, stopping to take a breather, before he began running again.
“Aw, look at you, struggling and stumbling” The Narrator said after a while of silence, his voice filled with fake sympathy. “So very confused, so lost. Oh, what a joy to see you like this. If only you’d held your tongue before, hm? It’s such a shame.”
Stanley’s legs betrayed him, knees giving out and he collapsed hard onto the yellow carpet. He attempted crawling forward, but his arms hurt. Everything hurt. His vision was blurry, his head swam, his chest throbbing with agony.
“I always did like you, Stanley.”
Stanley let out a low whimper, weakly pulling himself up after a while, using the wall as support as he staggered down the hall. He was determined. There had to be an end to this. There was no way it could go on forever.
“Alright, I’m bored, here you are” The Narrator said after he’d finished soaking up Stanley’s misery.
And Stanley stepped into the two doors room.
He fell again, sitting up and scrambling away from the door of the hallway in a wild panic. He was free. He pressed his back to the wall between the two doors, gasping for breath, coughing each time he breathed too deeply.
“Have you learnt your lesson now, Stanley?” The Narrator said firmly once Stanley had calmed. Stanley nodded quickly, resting his head back against the wall.
“Good, now listen closely, this is vital information” The Narrator said. “Stanley stood, and walked through the door on his left.”
Straight back into it, hm? Stanley groaned, looking up at the roof.
“Stanley, I’ll put you back in there, and you can go another half hour instead” The Narrator said after a long moment. “Make your choice.”
Stanley scrambled to his feet, quickly making his way through the left door.
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toxxtt · 3 months
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playing around with some historical french fashions on furina (+ neuvi).. I think she should always get big silly hats
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18th+19th century mens fashion is one of my fav fav fav things is ever so this was fun 🫡 love being fashion history neurodivergent
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isjasz · 3 months
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[Day 246]
More background practice but it got out of hand goshdangit .png
They chilling :D
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kazehita · 1 month
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I have accepted that I'm never going to render this thing
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wtfforged · 22 days
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i like when hes squishy!
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egophiliac · 1 month
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innocently logging in to look at the Twst schedule for May like
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ohitslen · 1 year
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OMG the sillies!! ✨✨
Also I’m sorry (not really) Wolfwood, but since you became one of my favorites it was only a matter of time until I did a drawing of you all beaten up 🦅🔥🔥
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twiyke · 2 years
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so dana's gallery art featured hunter in glasses, and i thought about it, and yeah, two recolours in one episode would probably cause some sort of eye trauma.
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reaxlette · 3 months
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| NO SIGNAL |
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dieantik · 11 months
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💌 happy international tim drake day, for those who celebrate babygirl birthdays 🪺🌙
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dreamofbecoming · 1 year
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listen i know we all love steve “completely ignorant of queer culture to the point that bisexuality is a surprise” harrington being roasted and educated in turns by robin and eddie, yadda yadda, good stuff. i read “they made a horror version of rocky?” in a fic recently and cackled. also a big fan of “he knew he was bi from the start and just never talked about it” as a trope, love it excellent well done
but what about steve who realizes after starcourt that the most important person in his life now has this thing that’s a major part of her life that he knows nothing about, and what if he fucks it up? what if he says something ignorant or rude by accident, and hurts her? what if he loses her because he didn’t know the right thing to say? what if he can’t keep her safe because he doesn’t know what to look out for? absolutely fucking not, this steve says
and listen she’d never say anything, because she can tell that he can tell how much she likes teasing him and teaching him things, so he plays dumb, and she thinks it’s very sweet. but she notices when the zines she keeps under her bed that she buys at that one secret bookshop in indy when she can sneak away on family trips start going missing, always one at a time, and replaced in a few days with another disappearing. and she finds the new ones he must have gone to buy the weekend she was at her aunt’s house hidden in the back of his closet when she goes to steal one of his sweaters. and she notices when he slips more of her queerer movie recommendations into his personal take home pile rather than the movie night stack when he thinks she’s not looking.
she doesn’t notice when he drives to indianapolis after she tries to explain to him why she can’t just ask out a cute girl, tries to impress on him the fear attached to every moment of attraction that he simply has never had to feel, but later she finds a crumpled receipt from a diner in one of his jacket pockets when she’s looking for his keys, and the address is across the street from the bar the gorgeous woman at the bookstore told her about, the one she memorized the address of but hasn’t worked up the guts to think about visiting, and she knows he must have gone looking for a place like that, must have been trying to understand, must have been scoping it out to make sure it was somewhere she could feel safe, after she told him she never had.
so when eddie nearly pops a blood vessel when they clock each other and she mentions that steve is the only person she’s ever come out to before, her hackles come up. because she gets it, she does, he’s only known king steve until recently, so it makes sense that he would be afraid, be concerned for her safety.
but steve is her person, and no one- no one- has ever made her feel as protected or as cared for as he does. no one has ever tried as hard to understand her, no one has ever put so much work into making her feel safe and seen and loved. and she thinks maybe even if no one else ever does, that’s ok. because she has steve, and more importantly steve has her, and that means no one gets to question his ally credentials in her presence without a dressing down to remember, no matter how well they mean or how recently they helped save the world.
(and maybe she’s not as surprised as she could be when he figures out bisexuality all on his own, because she’s been reading all the same pamphlets he has, after all. and she’s seen the way he looks at eddie, i mean come on. maybe no one else has noticed, but then, nobody knows steve harrington like she does.)
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thatmooncake · 11 months
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Therapy bots AU I’m making with @flinxypie where you have a lil accident at your job at the pizzaplex and early into your recovery they show up at your house to finish the job therapise you and it’s pure shenanigans and dreamscape misadventures from there onwards.
(A bit more AU info under the cut)
Sun used to work at the Fazbear theatre until it closed, then he was repurposed to work at the Superstar Daycare until it closed too. After spending a loooong time begging any human staff he could find to let him do something (anything) useful instead of just collecting dust, he was given this new job as a therapy bot - and it came with a few neat upgrades too. But of course that meant having to pretend he knew what he was doing. And of course that meant having to pretend that Fazbear Entertainment had good intentions. And of course that meant Moon was coming with him too.
Moon used to be Sun’s partner in crime at the theatre, performing onstage with him every day until one day he just …switched off and wouldn’t respond. He was always a little glitchy, and there was a reason for that. With no body to call his own, Moon took to the dreamscape, where he was used to conduct dream experiments of the soul-trapping kind in secret. Now he’s back in his body, and he’s struggling to adapt to the world around him (especially during the day), but in the dreamscape he knows all sorts of (bad) therapy concepts he can introduce you (and Sun) to, and he may find yet another willing participant to drag into dreamland with him.
Plot points that come up include:
- The time you went out for a walk and Moon buried himself under a pile of leaves because it was sunny outside and you never found out where Sun picked up that potted plant from but he showed it to you anyway because he thought it’d make you smile
- The time Sun thought he was taking you to the beach but it was actually just one of those pop up places they put in towns but at least social anxiety is slightly easier or at least more amusing when you’ve got a robot friend by your side who didn’t know it wasn’t the real beach
- The time Moon almost got you to sleep so he could take you to the land of dreams but then there was a gotdang cricket chirping in the room because bearded dragons gotta eat
- The time you went to the dreamscape and fused with Sun and Moon and having their thoughts in your head was weird
And much much more (probably)!
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