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scoundrels-in-love · 1 year
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Me, holding up plushie of my new baby Blorbo like a wet kitten and presenting to all my friends: Meet Murderbot, it is a 6A-threat; Autistic Anxiety Asexual Aromantic Agender Assault Weapons
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Fnaf Ruin Spoilers,
Due to Bonnie’s clawed up state in Bonnie Bowl, it is basically confirmed (mixed with the SB’s original messages) that Monty decommissioned him.
The arc of Bonnie “retiring” and giving Monty his bass is most likely a explanation given by the company for viewers who repeatedly asked about it. It is a safe, child-friendly way of approaching it. Keeping the company safe from backlash, and keeping customers safe from “the truth”.
Why did Monty decommission him? I assume jealously mixed with the violent corruption we saw in SB. It is clear Monty does not like Freddy much - lack of Freddy in Monty Golf, Freddy thrown away in the Monty Golf Arcade game, etc. But Freddy is the face of the company, they cannot replace him without major rebranding/backlash.
I believe Monty knew he couldn’t get rid of Freddy, but what’s the next best thing? Hurt Bonnie: who is clearly Freddy’s closest companion. And to add oil to the flame, Monty replaced him. He got to hurt, and replace Bonnie while Freddy could do nothing about it.
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v-poreons · 11 months
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Bro I watched atsv tonight and I shit you not, halfway through the movie my brain was like "why would I ever wanna watch any other movie ever again" 11/10 peak animated movie I'm sorry vld writers for doubting you
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junkh3ad · 7 months
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I’m having Some Thoughts about Pickles i want to share with the class today.
I think Pickles is more sensitive (at least internally nowadays) than he leads on to be, mostly because he’s had to be. Years of teen homelessness/early adulthood homelessness really did a number on his psyche. He’s gotten so use to burying his emotions and using drugs/alcohol has a coping mechanism to hide how he feels that now that he’s in a safer environment and surrounded by people who care about him (despite what they might say) he doesn’t know how to show it.
I think he’s tried more than once to cut his drinking in half. He’s spent days holed up in his room, Withdrawals racking through him with the force of a pissed off god. He’s sleeping in the bathroom just because it’s easier than stumbling to the toilet every other minute. People check on him, Nathan sits with him as he sweats and shivers and begs him for just one drink/line/hit of anything to make this hell stop. And of course, Nathan doesn’t say anything. Just stares at him, stone cold and unwavering with his reply of “I’d rather rip my organs out than do that.” because Pickles asked him to deny him whatever he’d beg for.
He wouldn’t last two months, Nathan finding him locked in the recording booth guzzling down a bottle of liquor with coke smeared on his face. They don’t talk for 2 weeks each time it happens, but no one acknowledges it. Pickles hears Nathan’s voice as his subconscious, hateful words calling him weak and pathetic for not wanting it enough.
When Pickles goes to Wisconsin for thanksgiving at the request of his mother, yet again seeking her approval, he’s yet again let down and shoved down due to Seth’s mediocre life pleasing his parents more than anything Pickles could ever do. He knows he can just leave, tell them all to fuck off and suck it but he can’t bring himself to. So he goes to the bar, he gets absolutely hammered before trekking back home and getting into a huge screaming match with his parents again. He calls Charles, who already has a hotel room booked for him and a flight for the next day ready. He spends that night on the phone with the band, laid out on the luxury suite bed with a bottle of Jameson in his hand as he listened to his mates chatter and tell him about how Murderface tried to do some stupid thanksgiving day special that went terribly wrong and how shitty it was when he wasn’t there to join in on their fun.
That’s when he reminds himself he found his family, scrapped them up from different garbage cans like he did to himself after running away. Hell be home by the afternoon tomorrow and can put this whole weekend behind him. He’ll be hearing Murderfaces voice yelling down the hall as Toki and Nathan make fun of him for something stupid he’s said. He’ll be watching gory movies with Nathan by the end of the day, and they’ll be sitting a little too close to each other for it to be normal, but neither will acknowledge it. Their hands will end up intertwined— without any acknowledgement too.
The first time he and Nathan make any sort of advance on the other is hurried and awkward, there’s hands groping soft skin and bites and scratching and curses. They don’t talk about it when they wake up the next morning, Pickles face turning beat red when Toki mentions the obscenely large bite mark on his shoulder that night before a show (Nathan’s white face paint nearly melting off with embarrassment.)
Pickles is adamant it’s not there, despite the red and blue bruising that radiates from the teeth marks. He pretends he doesn’t see Nathan glaring a hole through his head after the show, watching him sweet talk a woman in her late 30s into his bed. (he doesn’t sleep with her, and she goes home an hour later.) Only then does Nathan confront him, angrily asking who he thinks he is and why the fuck he brought some woman back to his room. This causes a whole argument, and surprise surprise it ends with Pickles pinned to the wall, Nathan holding him up with one freakishly large hand. They decide, after a jealous fuck, that there’s something they need to address (Pickles likes the jealousy that radiates off Nathan when women fling themselves at him, he’s never had someone want him so badly in every way.)
i just realized how long this all is but anyways i think about pickles a lot and his relationship with Nathan and found family and all that. if you read all that thank u love u hope u enjoyed my rambling!
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rainyjackalope · 6 months
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Asexuality🥰 💜🖤💜🖤💜
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rainystressed247 · 5 months
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Man, I used to write so much dabbles on discord. One could only dream. T^T
Then again, if I feel up to it, I might have to dig up some of the oldest AU and redraw them some time. Like the really, really early one hmmm
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foxspit · 1 year
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the earth and the dirt 
open up for the rain 
the way i do for you.
model is anna
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Have you ever wanted to draw something but you fought due to your skill level at the time you decide not to do it
Yeah I’ve had moments like that. It’s always frustrating when you have a vision in your head and it’s not translating to your medium of choice. But honestly? I say go for it anyway. Getting something out and pushing yourself has always been worth it to me, and it gives you something to look back on when you do have the skill to pull it off how you want. (Also, I’ve found references help immensely when I’m struggling with a particular pose or background element!)
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life-spire · 1 year
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Madeira Islands, Portugal (by Natalia Koc)
See more of Portugal | Europe.
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trustonlystars · 2 years
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Sometimes all it takes, is one heartbeat, one song, one word in a season to fall apart. And even if I try to gather all that I am in a circle, this season won't let me sit still. It'll take me places, hand me the beauty and tuck in flowers to the folds. This season has its own way of reminding that loneliness and solitude are closely knitted feelings. And I breakdown, when someone tells me they get me, when they know what I actually feel, when they sit across me and tell me that they see the tears I try so hard to hide. I have always been the mysterious one, it's heartbreaking now to see someone see me. The cold sheets over my heart are really soft to uncover and I melt down when someone knows how to uncover it. I still leave my umbrella home, for when it rains, I can take shelter at odd city corners taking pauses that life wants me to. There is nowhere I need to get in rush, so I walk back home when the rain drops feel softer on my skin. Sometimes all it takes, is one heartbeat, one song, one word in a season to fall apart. Sometimes all you need is a season to grow inward, and a season to grow apart.
- trustonlystars | Jannie F
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scoundrels-in-love · 1 year
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Deanna is the fridged wife from the tragic backstory of your good ole adventurer, and they meet in frigid wastes. Except this time, it's her story, and coping with the decisions made by this person, to return what was lost to this world, though she was at peace. And, yet, she came at his call.
The setting, the word choice, everything feels painfully symbolic and I really can only applaud the whole thing.
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shadowsight-aster · 10 days
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might just draw a little kitty cat about the eclipse. yknow the guy. the guy who looks like this
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v-poreons · 1 year
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I can't believe sans is losing on fingers in his ass sunday
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junkh3ad · 7 months
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to add onto my rambling from earlier. If Pickles does ever achieve at least having less drinks and only smoking pot, i think he’d suffer from insomnia when he goes through his bouts of cravings and anxiety. He’ll be sitting in the kitchen, drinking his 3rd coffee of the night/day which definitely doesn’t help. I think Nathan would be the first one to wake up and see him, bags under his eyes and fingers tapping against his mug rhythmically.
He wouldn’t say a word to him, getting his coffee and walking out of the room to fetch a klockateer to put in a special request for the cinnamon buns Pickles adores so much (because if there’s one thing Nathan knows it’s how little acts like this—even if he doesn’t know it’s from Nathan—mean the absolute world to him.)
When they all sit down together for breakfast and the first thing Pickles sees is a plate of cinnamon buns made only for him (thanks to the note left in front of said plate) he swears whatever he did to deserve such kindness, he’ll keep doing as long as these fucking buns keep coming!
He doesn’t realize until maybe 20 minutes later and a fourth cup of coffee that Nathan’s watching him devour his 3rd bun, a small, barely there smirk resting on his face, but it’s gone as soon as they meet eyes.
Pickles is thankful for the people in Mordhaus, every gear that keeps them turning, and right now? He’s especially thankful for Nathan knowing him better than anyone.
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rainyjackalope · 5 months
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btw i will make a sona for myself based on your favorite animal but you have to draw yourself as a jackalope in return
im dead serious
you can be a bunny or a hare, doesn't matter. look up different breeds and species and colors if you want and then give them some kind of horns or antlers (wolpertingers are also fine but they have to be rabbit/hare based it's the rules.) it can also be a hybrid in general and not have strictly rabbit features, i dont wanna limit people too much
my conditions are i wont do bugs for mine (unless its a moth!) i like bugs but i rly dont like looking at photos of some kinds too much and some bugs are too intricate for me to do justice for comfortably in anthro form. i havent practiced that enough also: no open species type things. actual animals or general cryptids please i don't get into open species stuff at all
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betatesterjeremy · 1 month
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What kind of fnaf au is this???????
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oh hi there!
this is a mixture of canon fnaf as our group of five sees it, and some of our ocs! it doesn’t follow fnaf to a T, we get a little silly with it most times! :D
there are two timelines going on! one is in 1987 pre-bite, post missing children! the other, like this blog, takes place in current day and follows along the fnaf vr timeline!
if you stick around, welcome to the madness!! if not, thank you for stopping by! :D
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