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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months
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Me and the boys heading to 71-Gordion knowing damn well we ain't meeting the quota this time
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nixii-sabre · 2 months
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chat ive got the brainrot BAD. i've attempted to kiss a bracken in game. i think nutcrackers are actually very huggable (MISTAKE). and ohh ohhhhh oh my godddd oh my goddd mIMICS I LOVE MIMICS THERES SO MUCH. SO MUCH POTENTIAL. I . AHJSUXJKKKJJH!!!!!
THE ANGST THE TWISTEDNESS OF IT THE CONCEPTS THE IDEAS GOOOHOHOOOD
I LEGIT HAVE BEEN READING FOUR OF THEM SERIES ON AO3. WHICH YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY READ ITS SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD!!!!
I LOVED MIMIC'S BEFORE. BUT NOW I JUST LIKE THEM EVEN MORE AFTER READING THIS. AAAAAAAAAAA TJE BRAINROT IS REAAAAL!!!
Ngl., Ngl it makes me want to talk about chiri some more. I literally made that stupid guy on a whim and now they've progressively integrated themself into The Brainrot(tm).
I'll probably never make too much lore on Quinnley. Cheerio's the star anyhow <3
oKAY BACKING UP FROM THE OC RAMBLE. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE THIS SERIES. IN FANFICTION ESPECIALLY ON AO3 I USUALLY EXPECT A LOT OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES (which I make. often. but they annoy me when i find decent content and sometimes can't understand it). BUT THIS ONE HAD NONE. NONE. NOT A SINGLE ONE. NOT A SINGLE ONE! AND IT WAS SO VERY DESCRIPTIVE GOD GODGOD I LOVE DESCRIPTIONS SOSOMUCH
I think mimics need more love. yeah. In general. GIVE THOSE PSYCHOTIC MASKED BOIOS SOME HUGS AND AFFECTION. YEAAAHHHH WE NEED MORE MASKED UP IN THIS FANDOM!
SCREAMINGCRYINGFALLINGAPARTBEINGTORNTOBITS ITS ALMOST THREEEE IN THE MORNING CHAT!!! THREEEEE! IVE BEEN READING FOR THREE HOUURSS!!! THE FACT THAT IT HAS SO MUCH PACKED INTO SINGULAR/TWOPARTER CHAPTERS IS INSANE. ITS SO GOOD. IT'S SO FREAKING GOOD. I CANNOT EXAGGERATE THIS ENOUGH.
IT'S SO GUTWRENCHING BECAUSE IT'S SO ENDEARING ANDF AJIKXZKLSKSZDCXWCZZ okay im gonna go paass out...
AND THINK ABOUR MIMICS WHILE IM AT IT! AHAJUISJXKE!!!!
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mipexch · 5 months
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having a lot of fun with the new lethal company enemy. i want a bracken to mistake a masked for a normal employee & get scared
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bugmatics · 3 months
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shrimp addition
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autonomyss · 4 months
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I dunno man, it's kinda calling out to me...
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Favorite Lethal Company monster?
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Sometimes the best monsters are our friends who wON'T STOP PUTTING ON THAT STUPID MASK-
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mooutchi · 3 months
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Linked constellation lore ?!?!?!?!?! /hj
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dragonfiremagic · 3 months
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Am I safe from Lethal Company bandwagon?? Ahahahah...about that
Time to dump some OCs I made as I was dragged into this fun spooky game by my friends lmao It's sci-fi horror and I just came fresh from NMS addiction I couldn't help myself
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linked-constellation · 4 months
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Hero of time
(Majora's mask/Ocarina of time/Hyrule Warriors)
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Click on the pictures for a better quality ! :)
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ghostplasmas · 4 months
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Had an absolute blast playing lethal company today with a big group of friends, here's some celebratory doodles. (Additionally, some doodles I did in class)
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binah-beloved · 5 months
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uh oh
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months
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104/150 with lethal company?
104) I can hear it calling my name
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[Y/n], January 29th, [Log 001]
---I'm afraid this will be my last log. So I'm keeping this encrypted.
Everyone's gone, but I'm still here. And I'm terrified. We started on this job as strangers, and we became family. Now I'm all alone because of a stupid mask. A piece of scrap we should've just sold off.
But he thought it would be funny to wear. I don't blame him. He was always a jokester, willing to do anything to turn a frown upside down and make light of our dreary trips. I know he didn't mean to hurt us. He thought it was harmless. Honest to god we thought so too.
Until he started vomiting blood and tried grabbing me. He tore off my helmet, along with my tracker, but I managed to get away. I still don't know how. But I wish I was smarter about it, because I got lost.
Then I heard the ship's engines.
They must've thought I was dead. Or maybe they all died and the autopilot kicked in. I'm not sure. I don't even know the current time. But what I do know is that I'm stuck here now. Possibly forever. I could make an SOS but that monster is still outside. I had to barricade myself in this storage room and wait until it goes away.
It keeps knocking. I can hear it calling my name. But I know it's not him.
To anyone who reads this, don't pick up the porcelain masks. They aren't worth shit. It'll tempt you to put it on. Don't. You'll find better loot elsewhere. If you see anyone already wearing it, kill them. Stun them. Run. Whatever. Just don't let it take you.
And if you see me wearing it, put me out of my misery. I promise I'll understand---
Finishing what would likely be your final log, you sighed and slumped back against the wall, letting the tablet slip from your hands.
You don't know how long you've been stuck here--whether it's been hours or days.
But all you know is that the Masked on the other side of the door hasn't left. It was using your coworker's corpse, mimicking his voice as it pounded on the steel and tried convincing you to let it in, even shattering the window. For some reason it refused to leave you alone, and kept begging and begging until it began screaming unintelligently...
That would go on and on until eventually it would cease, weakly clawing at the door, only to rinse and repeat once it rested its voice.
You were starving, trying your best to ration the jar of pickles you were luckily able to find in this storage room.
Unfortunately, that's as far as your luck will go at this point. They were sour and made you want to vomit every time you ate one. But while you didn't want starvation to take your life, you weren't exactly sure how you really wanted to go out instead.
It sure as hell wasn't gonna be from that bastard who took away your friends.
"It's clear....all clear......come on out....the ship is leaving..leave....out.....COME OUT..!! COME OUT!! COMEOUTCOMEOUT-!!"
With your heart hammering in your chest, you curled up and covered your ears, squeezing both eyes shut. 'Fuck, it's losing its mind again...this is a nightmare..why did I ever take this job?' You tried not to focus on the screams so much, and instead prayed for some kind of miracle.
But in space, would anyone really hear your prayers?
Yet somebody must have, because the screaming abruptly stopped a minute later, being replaced by the sounds of heavy thumping and growling drawing near.
You only knew one other alien creature that made those.
And you knew it was pissed off.
Getting up and backing away from the door, you fearfully clutched a stop sign as you heard a series of terrified shrieks, roars, slamming and crashing sounds....before silence followed, save for the low growls you heard earlier and chewing noises.
Cautiously, you went back over and pushed aside one of the things covering up the window, and the sight on the other side was quite nauseating:
The Thumper was hovering over the Masked's body, teeth covered in blood and flesh as it tore into it, clearly wanting to savor this midnight snack.. But eventually it decided to drag the rest of the corpse away and to another part of the facility, only leaving behind a few shattered fragments of white dirty porcelain.
You couldn't believe it.
You were actually happy that a Thumper, of all things, saved your skin.
But you sure as hell didn't want it coming back for a second lunch. Now was your window of opportunity to get out of here. The adrenaline pumping through your veins was the only reason you were able to grab your loot and book it out of that storage room, being careful not to run into that Thumper again.
At least now you could go outside and (hopefully) send an S.O.S.
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nixii-sabre · 2 months
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Even MORE lc art dump because i AM EVILL EJAJJD DNXJ
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Wow
Other than a single wip i will not be sharing this dump is entirely centered around cheerio. I love them so much!! <3
Their also from a thang with @xenomorphicdna and @bongocongocaveman Me try not to make a gay character challenge impossible /j
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bugmatics · 3 months
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mwah
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narwhalandchill · 9 months
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kukkakisu · 1 month
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My baby boy finally has a reference... Oughh took me a very long time but here he is. Copycat my beloved. My favorite little creature. As always more deets below.
Forgot to write it down in the ref itself, but CC is about 5'3-5'4. Appears a lot shorter since he's usually slouched or crouching down. Has a very bad balance and is not good at piloting the body so to speak, which is the reason for his wobbly and janky movement. While he isn't that good at moving around quickly or with grace, he is excellent at mimicking sounds. He can repeat anything he hears and copy it exactly how it sounded. This includes all kinds of sounds from humans to monsters to random things like the jester's music box or something falling on the floor. Though repeating things is easy, speaking sentences is not. CC often has to use multiple different voices to form a sentence he wants to say, and especially during his first few months didn't even understand most of the things he was repeating. He loves to mirror what others say back at them, with their own voice. Which can obviously lead to many awkward or even unintentionally unnerving situations. While he can't fully speak with his host's voice, he does still use it to make sounds and blabber about incoherently in an attempt to communicate sometimes. And boy does he have a lot to say! He isn't aggressive by nature but will get defensive if his items are touched or taken away from him. Despite trying to seem tough, the little masked is quite bad at actually fighting anything or anyone. He will likely start wailing and hold onto his mask tightly in an attempt to keep it safe. If anyone attempts to take it away, they will see what is underneath it. The tendrils will grab onto the mask and lash out at anything in near vicinity in an attempt to get it back on his face. Otherwise, they remain still and inactive under the mask. When distressed, they start to move about under it and Copycat can feel it. He's "adopted" both by the human medic Nathaniel and the Bracken Naava that dwells on Rend. While he isn't a child, he's still very much in a position where he needs a lot of support to survive and feels happy to have so many friends he can rely on. He's still trying to understand what it means to be masked, and what it means to be human. CC feels like he is a bit of both, even if his host is no longer alive. Thanks to his human guardian, his body doesn't decay like it usually would either so he has a lot more time to ponder his place in this world. Constantly learning and exploring, Copycat will keep going as long as he can-- even if his never-ending curiosity and eagerness do sometimes get him in trouble.
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