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hermitcraftx · 2 months

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Why the FUCK are Southerners under the impression they're even welcomed on the internet ANYMORE????? Sorry but this is genuinely fucking rancid I feel fucking unsafe knowing that my spaces are being invaded by you fucking people. Fucking disgusting that it's 2024 and we can't hold piece of shit racists and Confederate nazis accountable for literal fucking war crimes and slavery anymore.

hey man. whats going on. this is such a weird thing to say to someone else on the internet life would be so beautiful if you stepped outside and talked to a real person for once. btw did you know the south is mostly full of poor people and black people and acting as if being from a place makes a person inherently a bigot is very weird almost as if it's pushing a classist narrative. Thats so wacky lol

#sorry i got this out on discord #but other parts of america love to pin ALLLL of their bigotry and crimes on the south. racism misogyny homophobia etc #so they dont have to reflect on themselves and do introspection as to what theyre doing wrong. bc make no mistake its rampant other places #<- europe does this with america too. lol. lmfao #but other places love to act like they're educating or modernizing or fixing the south when they just. want to turn it into where they #came from. when they move here and buy up all the cheap land and skyrocket prices and chop down huge swathes of forest #to build solar panels for 'eco friendly energy' despite THOUSANDS of acres of wood lost.#and its so weird that a lot of these attitudes about being better than them inherently and being lesser human beings are pushed in every ot #er area of the country. its almost as if its long rooted classism and racism #there are queer people living in the south. trans people. people of color. you cant just tell us all to leave to be redeemed #we deserve to live safe lives AND not have to leave behind everything we've ever known. what if we dont have the money??#but i guess you dont care abt that. lol. Lmfao #jamies bad posts #jamie answers asks #hate anon #jamies serious posts

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treeba-rk · 1 month

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you are martyn and you wake up next to your wife and kids and it’s going to be springtime soon which reminds you of that one deranged roleplay from three years ago now. traffic fandom is screaming about new life series but you check discord and nothing has been announced, no new red dm notification, nothing new from ren as per usual. you wonder if it’s just you so you log on twitter and you realise ren genuinely replies to no one, not doc (the guy you stole a diamond from) and his increasingly desperate simp tweets. but ren replied to this fanartist from your tumblr tags that you call king. whatever. so you go on youtube to see what this guy is doing and you scroll past enough wither farm thumbnails to find his stuff from last season and you see the thumbnails of him and false at blue river raceway and something bittersweet and sour rises up in your chest, something that’s not jealousy, and you think of that ice boat race again, think about the stab of guilt to feel towards tango that you remember the boat race more than the technological marvel that is decked out, but hey, you’re just biased for that old dog, okay? you can’t help it, no one can help it. thinking about decked out makes you think of that burning box again and how it’s been months since that electrifying exchange, you remember sitting there for forty minutes bullshitting about anything while ren diggity dog speaks in a cup, you remember the vinegar chips that you ate, you remember the slightly sour tang on your tongue, ren says your eyes sparkle in the flames and your neck is kissable and you feel like you’ll walk backwards in hell for him, you slowly let the chips in your mouth soften and disintegrate like it’s not the vinegar you want to savour

#is this anything im sorry #got called out for discord for my unhinged paragraphs sooo maybe ill just write whatever #rpf #<- to be safe #this was a joke i got possessed

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evilvvithin · 11 months

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The stuff going on is actually vile and I feel the urge to empty my head off all the thoughts.

Outlast is 18+ game for a reason, its disgusting horror game and main goal of it is to gross you out. Shock you. Be it visual scenery, fucked up looking characters doing fucked up things to you or other characters in the game, be it the backstory of the characters. The reason I say this is because some people are acting like headless 14yo childrens offended by pixels in a game or traumatized by it. No one forces you to play the games, no one forces you to watch them, no one forces you to like or dislike the characters or themes used in it.

It's totally okay to hate it, it's totally okay to love it. What's not okay is forcing your beliefs and opinions onto other people let alone going out your way to harass someone over a game or fictional character they like.

If you are one of those people who instead of chosing to block the tag or ignore it or just accept that different people like different things and it doesnt mean we support their behaviors or anything related to them in real life, please get out of my blog and unfollow me. Block me.

I like all Outlast and it's characters because I do and I understand it's a game and they're not real. If you don't, I do not want to interact with you in any way.

#prolly delete later when i cool off but yea #this was written so fast im sorry for typos but i cant believe this shit is happening and i got so heated getting to know about this shit #when talking with friend on discord #had to get it out #outlast #the outlast trials #outlast fandom #this is targetted mainly at new trial fans because i cant imagine any 'old' fan or anyone who played the prev games would suddenly go mad #over trial characters #tw mari

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mediumtires · 1 year

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i'm rereading copper and wool and did you ever say what christians anniversary gift was for toto 🤔

okay okay SO! this is so funny, a few weeks ago the first person ever (shoutout to FallingStar on ao3) actually guessed right! it's sheep! to me it was so obvious (copper and wool etc) but looking back now, it really wasn't. so christian's anniversary gift is sheep lol.

when i wrote it i was actually planning a tiny little sequel but I abandoned it and now it's collecting dust on my desktop. that being said, i’ll put it here (unbeta-d first draft) for those who might want to read it!

“No. No chance.” “C’mon, be a good sport.” “Nein,” Toto says, trying hard to hide his smirk. “I will not let you blindfold me.”

“What if I were to take you upstairs?” “Are you?” “No.” “Then no,” Toto laughs, a little exasperated, and tries to pull away from Christian’s insisting hands.

“C’mon, darling,” Christian tries again, a wide grin lighting up his features. “You know it’s the standard protocol for surprises.”

“I don’t trust you,” Toto just says and turns away from Christian and the tie in his hands to put the water filter back in the fridge. “Fuck you.” Christian laughs in retaliation and swats the tie at him. “At least close your eyes then.”

Toto sighs heavily and turns back to Christian, propping one hand up on the kitchen counter. “Are you serious?” “Entirely.” Christian knows he’s won when Toto sighs once more in exasperation and rakes a hand through his hair.

“But don’t make me fall,” he instructs. “Or walk me into things. I’m very important.” Christian rolls his eyes. “I know you are. Now, c’mon. Close your eyes. We don’t have all day.” “We don’t?”

But Toto does close his eyes after all and stretches his hands out to curl them around Christian’s hips. As Christian starts walking, he says, “Y’know, if you would’ve gone for the tie, I might’ve taken you to the bedroom after.”

Toto snorts. “If you want me to tie you up and blindfold you, just ask,” he offers with a devilish little smirk and Christian is glad he’s got his eyes closed. Something to consider. “Maybe later.” He’s aiming for nonchalant, but he knows Toto sees right through him anyway.

When they step out onto the patio, Toto pulls up his shoulders and frowns. “Are we outside?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Can you not just let me do this for five minutes?” Christian asks, exasperated. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Toto does shut up after that, but it’s mainly because he’s concentrating hard on not tripping and falling when trailing after Christian.

It’s been a few days since their return from Miami and this is the first lull in both their schedules, both of them home early, so frankly, Christian saw an opportunity and took it. Not that he thinks it would have made a huge difference to wait another day or two. Toto hasn’t set a foot anywhere but the chicken coop in a good week, so the probability of him finding out about this is hilariously low. It does make Christian question the whole idea somewhat, but it’s too late now anyway. Still, the Carrera on his left wrist weighs a little heavier than usual.

Toto trips once they reach the gravel path leading further into the grounds and digs his hands into the fleshy bit of Christian’s hips to catch himself. He grunts, stumbles, and Christian can’t help but crack a laugh. “Careful there,” he offers. “Gravel.” He pats Toto’s left hand and then keeps his palm there.

“You are supposed to guide me,” Toto complains, and he already sounds like he’s enjoying this much less than only a minute ago. “You are making me fall on purpose.”

“I’m not.” Christian rolls his eyes towards the sky but keeps moving. “Not everything I do is to antagonise you, darling. Now stop whining.”

Toto does not stop whining because of course he doesn’t. He’s very vocal about how stupid this whole thing is all the way past the chickens, the goats and the donkeys, the pen closest to the house, past their two old ponies, Jacky and Jim, which they had adopted on a whim from the farmer up the road.

For a moment, Christian is contemplating whether he should just push Toto into the pond to humble him. A while ago a bunch of ducks moved in and don’t seem to want to leave again. Christian has grown quite fond of them. More often than not he finds them with the chickens now or waddling around the farm.

“Are we—Is that ducks? Is that the ducks?” Toto has picked up on the distinct flapping of their wings, affronted at the unusual intrusion of their privacy. Christian chuckles at the drake side eying them and pulls Toto further down the path towards the folding. It’s the one attached to the barn at the outskirts of their main property, and Christian had chosen it mainly because it was the one Toto would be least likely to walk into unprompted.

“Almost there,” he says and takes one of Toto’s hands in his so navigating the uneven grounds becomes a little easier. “Should have put on wellies,” he ponders, as he eyes the meadow, the grass long and wet. It’s perfect for the sheep but not exactly ideal for Toto’s dress shoes. They’re Italian leather.

“What?” Toto makes a sound as the damp grass hits his ankles and Christian’s smirk widens. “Christian, you should’ve told me! My boots were right there! These are Italian leather!”

He knows. “I know.” He pulls Toto along. Surprisingly, despite his bitching and moaning, he keeps his eyes closed. “Might have to throw them out later. Shame.” He’ll make sure to keep Toto out here long enough for them to be soaked through and ruined.

Toto makes another sound, displeased, but Christian can see how hard he’s trying to bite down on his exasperated amusement. Toto’s about to throw a comment back at him when a loud “Baaaaa” cuts him off. “What was that?” Toto pulls himself up a little taller. The sheep must’ve spotted them because there’s another string of agreeable bleating. “Christian, what is that?”

They stop at the fence and Toto, still with his eyes closed, sways a little, gripping Christian’s hand to regain his balance. “Christian.”

“Jesus, yes.” Now that he’s looking at the flock of sheep, all huddled together and warily observing Christian and Toto at the fence, he’s not sure if this wasn’t a silly idea.

He’d come up with it when Toto had one night jokingly suggested they should get sheep.

“Sheep?” “Yeah.” “Do you know how much bloody work sheep are, darling? We can barely keep up with the animals we’ve collected so far! We’re lucky we’ve got Johnny to help us out.” Toto had just laughed and kissed his shoulder and let it go, but then, on a trip to Austria last year, Toto had told him how he’d seen a herd of very specific Austrian sheep every time he’d visited his gran in the countryside and how they reminded him of the better times of his childhood. When Christian started thinking about potential anniversary gifts, it was too perfect to just let go. He couldn’t for the life of him remember the breed Toto had mentioned, but the more he’d looked into it, the more he’d realised that while Austrian sheep are very durable and sturdy, they would probably do less well in the mellow British countryside of Oxfordshire, and so he’d decided on British breeds instead. In the end, he’d just gone for one that looked adorable and was easy enough to maintain. With the accumulation of random animals they already had running around the farm, it wouldn’t make much of a difference anyway. They wouldn’t be using them for wool farming or that, so might as well have them be nice to look at.

The longer he looks at them now, Toto impatient at his side, still holding his hand, the heavier the watch on his wrist feels. Christian isn’t one for huge gestures or anniversary gifts, but somehow things this year felt different. It hasn’t even been a year since Singapore. It still follows them around, the consequences of that day, shadowy and washed out, but he can still feel it, and so can Toto. Christian is just glad they’re still here. They made it to seven years, and beyond, and for whatever bloody reason he thought a flock of seven sheep would be ideal to celebrate an anniversary centred around wool.

“Christian, there’s water in my shoes,” Toto informs him, and Christian turns his head and grins at his city husband, still blind, the corners of his mouth tweaked down.

“That’s a shame,” he says, “You can open your eyes now.”

Toto does so immediately. He blinks, frowns up at the grey sky, rubs at his eyes with the hand that isn’t still holding Christian’s. Christian lets go to lean against the wooden fence instead.

There is a brief pause. Then, “Christian?” “Yes, darling.” “What am I looking at.” Christian turns to Toto with his eyebrows twitching. As if it wasn’t obvious. “Your anniversary gift!” Toto’s eyes go a little wider as he looks back at the flock of sheep, a huddle of white fleece and black eyes. “What?”

“I told you, your gift was waiting at home.”

“You got me… sheep?”

“Well, us, I guess. But yeah.”

“Seven sheep?”

“Well, first of all, Johnny said no less than five.” Christian is getting a little flustered now and so he blusters on in full pretentious confidence of a Formula 1 team principal defending a Max overtake that no one in good conscience should defend. “And so I wanted to get six, but then I thought, well that doesn’t make any sense, does it, when it’s our seven year anniversary and the theme I’m going with is wool. So I got seven. And they’re a family! The two little ones were only born a few weeks ago. I didn’t want to take them from their mothers.” He pulls his shoulders down a little to straighten his back and keeps looking at the sheep to avoid having to look at his husband. “Plus, you were banging on about wanting sheep.”

“You remembered that? That was ages ago.”

“So?”

“Christian.” Toto’s voice is soft in a way it only ever is when he’s about to say something disarming. “Darling. I—” And then he just wraps himself around Christian from behind, chin hooked over his shoulder and nosing Christian’s cheek. “You said they are too much work.”

“Well, you said you wanted them so—” “How do you manage to outdo me every time?” Toto’s voice is awfully quiet. “I really thought I nailed it this year.” Christian breathes a laugh, half of it in relief that he, against better judgement, didn’t mess this up. “You know I love my watch,” he tells Toto, fingers brushing the warmed leather hugging his wrist. “And this isn’t a competition. You got copper, I got wool. Sorted.”

“I can’t believe you got me sheep,” Toto says again. His voice is a little higher than usual, his accent catching on the vowels, making the words come out hitched.

“Well, look,” Christian grabs one of the large hands wrapped around his torso and covers it with his own. “It’s not just—Sure, you said you wanted sheep, but—Look, I know you’re not a farm boy, okay? You’re very much a child from the city and I know you say you love our home, but I want you to feel it, too, I want you to feel at home here and not just come along for the ride and agree to everything I say. Especially after last year, I want this place to be our sanctuary, and if it takes bloody sheep because you said you wanted them, then so be it. There’s your sheep.”

Toto’s smile widens, Christian can feel it pressed to his cheek, and he can feel the pleased little hum too, reverberating down his spine. Toto’s hold around him tightens fractionally. “I feel very at home, darling. You know that, ja? I don’t need sheep for that. Mostly I need you.”

Christian closes his eyes on a deep breath, and sinking further into Toto’s chest he says, “We can put them with the rest of the lot soon. They’ll need another few days or so, until they’re settled in, and then we can move them in with the others.”

“We’ll need a sheep dog now.”

Christian barks a laugh, lets his head thump against Toto’s shoulder in defeat. “Yeah, no, Bernie and Flav won’t do, will they? Lazy little buggers.” “It’s because you feed them at the table.” “Hey, you started that! Flav, with those puppy eyes and you just—Don’t think I don’t know you cut him up steak when I’m not looking!” Toto’s silent laughter comes in short puffs of breath against the skin of Christian’s neck. “No no no no,” he feels the need to clarify even though they both know it’s the truth. “You feed them too, don’t lie.” Christian tries to stifle a smirk. “They are a tad overweight, aren’t they?” “The vet said, last time,” Toto reminds him. “We need to work them harder, or cut out the food.” Christian hums. “It might be time for a third. A puppy will work them alright.” He coughs a laugh, already regretting this, and adds, “Might as well get a cow or two while we’re at it. Not like it matters now.”

“What are we going to call them?” Toto suddenly asks, lifting his chin from Christian’s shoulder to regard the sheep more closely.

“Well, we gotta stick to the theme.” Christian’s mouth lifts into a smirk. “So you better get creative.”

“It’s my turn, isn’t it?” Toto asks. “My sheep, my turn.” “Toto, I swear, if you’re going to name them something stupid—” “You named the donkeys and now I have to call them Max and Daniel!” Christian’s protest dissipates into thin air. “Well, it works, they’re good names.” “Yes, and now it’s my turn.” “Just remember, it’s mostly ewes. One ram, the big one, the rest is ewes, and the two lambs are one of each.” “…ewes?” “Female sheep, darling. So I want no Lewis running around, or George, or whoever you’re already thinking of.” “No,” Toto hums thoughtfully. “Lewis is a goat, not a sheep.”

It's so stupid, it has Christian crack a well-earned laugh.

And bonus (cause I couldn’t work this in):

“You know, they’re like… designer sheep.” “They’re what? Designer sheep?” “Yeah, well, look, we’re not going to use them for breeding, or wool, or meat, are we, so they’re… you know. Nice to look at. Sheep we can keep as pets, more or less. They’re still a durable breed, just. Also nice to look at.”

Toto laughs at him for an hour after that.

Here are said sheep!

“They look a little like donkeys, don’t they?” “You think?” “Ja.” “Well, they’re not, they’re sheep. Kerry Hill.” “Kerry who? Have you named them already?” “What? No, that’s the breed, darling. They’re Kerry Hill sheep. They’re from Wales.” “So basically foreigners, yes? We should give them foreign names. International.” Toto grins at him, then he adds, “We should give them German names you can’t pronounce.”

#this is so stupid lol #this is literally just a rough first draft so bear with #it’s the same twenty words i always use #i have no idea if this even makes sense. probably not i won’t lie i skimmed it once and shrugged #also i know fuck all about farming ok #don’t come for me i don’t know the difference between a hen house and a chicken coop it’s the same to me #and!#shoutout to FallingStar on ao3! they’re the only one who figured it out!!!#(i know i promised i’d name the sheep but i never got there lol sorry!!!)#also i can’t quite remember but i think discord saw this first? it was ages ago but sending love <3<3<3 #toto wolff #christian horner #seven years #christian/toto

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heymrspatel · 28 days

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Something fun? Erm…

Tomorrow I’ve got an assessment class (with real life paying customers!!) and if I pass, starting next week, I will officially be an archery instructor! 😳

So, in that vein… here’s a scenario that would never happen:

The entire Gallagher Milkovich Fisher Ball clan go for an archery taster day…

Who’s good at it? Who’s awful? Who’s really into it, but still super bad? Who is a sore loser? Does anyone throw a hissy fit and storm out? Does anyone break the club rules and fuck about so much they get benched? And why is it Lip? lol

oh my god michelle aaah have i left you hanging.... CRINE! you're so cool! i bow down to you, ARCHERY INSTRUCTOR MICHELLE!!! 🏹🎯

🎉Gallagher Milkovich Fisher Ball Archery Day of Fun! 🎉

good at it: ian. the dude prides himself on being a sharpshooter and having impeccable aim and this has somehow translated into archery as well! no one understands how, possibly not even him, but he still struts away like he's hot shit.

awful at it: kev. he's so bad and looks like such a big goof while he's at it! still has the best time cheering/egging everyone on. giving shoulder claps and ass slaps any chance he gets.

really into it but still terrible: debbie and liam. i feel like they'd both have the most fun and silly time with it. at the end of it making it a game of "who can be the worst at this" and giggle at how off their arrows end up from the target! they take a bunch of selfies laughing and pointing at their terrible aim!

sore loser: lip. hehe i hear you! but i also think he would get in such a heated competition with ian and come out pissy about the fact that his little brother beat him.

threw a hissy fit and stormed out: mickey. he's good with a gun. he rivals ian in skill and aim. so why thE FUCK CAN'T HE GET THE LITTLE ARROW SHITS TO LAND IN THE BULLSEYE? THIS GAME IS FUCKING RIGGED, IAN! FUCK YOU! *kicks over the arrow holder*

broke club rules and got benched: carl. that boy is not a cop. he let that shit go so quickly, i just know it. and deep down he's still got that rebellious spirit that would get him into all sorts of trouble. i fully see him whipping arrows around and poking people with them until he gets sat down.

heehee this was fun! thank you for sending 💙

#hello? i'm so sorry 😭 i meant to answer this on the day i got it meaning to wish you all the luck on your assessment #then a couple days after meaning to ask how it went. but now enough time has passed that i got the news through discord #and now i'm hhhhembarrassed! because how did i leave this in the inbox so long and what is time and why didn't i just reach out anyway #😐😐😐😐😐 ANYWAY! i'm so happy to have seen that you got the job! you're amazing!#michellemisfit #asks #gallavich

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melonpalooza · 1 year

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To The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin Au

I've been thinking and an idea came to mind after I read the chapters where Mutant Mayhem turtles appeared.

What would happen if Aus turtles like Ghost in a Shell or Two Souls join the server?

Wow, that would be a really interesting concept! And do you mean like both of them joining at the same time? Because that would be wild!

First off, that would mean that there would be three versions of the the Rise kids on the server, lol. The chaos that would ensue. All 3 of the Rise Leos are either gonna ban together to cause problems for everyone else or they’re gonna be catty af to each other. And the conundrum the Rise kids would feel to whether or not tell their younger counterparts of what would happen. Do they warn them? Are they cagey? Their realities are already so different, would it even matter?

While there’s still gonna be bound to have some sillies now and then – plenty of ghost based puns – it’ll inevitably somber up as everyone’s situations are revealed. I mean, one of the first things the turtles in the main fic did was send their pictures to Ronin! No one is gonna have a good time after the revelations.

That means the GITS kids are gonna realize the 03 turts are GHOST’S BROTHERS. That he’s been missing and separated from them. And if 03 Donny inevitably decides to confront Ghost thinking he’s the brother that went missing. Oof. Telling him his brothers are going to split w/o him? How their stories end??

Would they exchange portal theories? 03 and 12 casually telling Ghost about how 87 Donnie made a working portal out of a flashlight....

Two Souls Leon on the other hand is gonna realize Aoi is 2012 Leo. How he also had brothers, just like him. Not to mention Aoi is going to realize these versions of his brothers stopped their mutagen bomb. That in another reality, they could have succeeded without a personal casualty.

Everyone’s going to start crying but 2012 Mikey is gonna try to meme the pain away. Probably a very inappropriate Ghost 🤝Aoi "losing your brothers, becoming ghosts and adopting the neons" meme.

Meanwhile Ronin is just reading this all unfold in front of him. Maybe he’s just soaking it all in. Maybe he’s sharing to the others what is happening.

Ronin, turning to Yi: Can you believe this shit, Yi?

Yi, who cannot talk yet: gabba!

#melon speaks #the last ronin becomes a discord admin #sorry it got rambly but i had feelings about it #the second ts!leo finds out aoi is 12!leo he's gonna turn around and shout YOU #tlrda asks

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trenchcoatsbi · 8 months

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Happy five months to the Trenchcoat!!

psstt check out the stuff under the cut there’s more art and it’s pretty cool stuff if i do say so myself

Hi so I’ve been meaning to draw anons, like for fun and my enrichment (<- i really like drawing things for people i like) and uh that sketching session I had like three days did net me a lot of terrible awful rough sketches I could work off of, so i kinda just bit the bullet and started doing shit. so uh yeah that’s why there’s bonus drawings this go around for the blogiversary! There’s 2 more bonus drawings on the way btw!! I just did not have the spoons (or the ability to keep my joints normal enough) to be drawing long enough everyday to finish four full drawings from scratch with multiple characters in each, so the other two will be posted in the next few daysish hopefully…

sorry to anyone not included in one of these/in the other two I did try my best to remember as many of our frequent askers as possible but a lot of the anons who haven’t been chatting recently kinda just got buried by the qsmp folks lol…. speaking of the qsmp yall are pretty much the reason there’s group drawings and not just all silly doodles like the one with me and Vale (<- which i technically drew last month and could’ve posted at literally anytime but shh that doesn’t matter). I mean group drawings are not easy either but fucking hell you guys are three drawings all on your own…

I had to try so hard not to ask you guys what you looked like since I wanted this to be a surprise and since I just made up designs for the most parts here's who's in the bonuses!

Bonus 1:

Vale (🌾🪶 anon)

Bonus 2:

official-big-q

llulah anon (twice technically lol)

wilbur (ethercollective)

bad & foolish (itty-bitty-ferns)

q!pac anon

Bonus 3 (I might repost this drawing later with edited shading. it's too dark looking at it on my computer screen ugh i hate how colors look different on different screens):

💙🐏 anon

🦁⛰️ anon

Voidling anon

#phil posts #guys i’ve been going insane keeping this to myself btw I was so close to going to the discord and jsut posting the bonuses early over there #luckily my terrible sleep schedule knocked me out enough to keep me from doing that #i literally finished bonus 3 uh like at 2 am this mornign? something like that idk it kept me up cause my ipad kept crashing #like its not the most layers I've used for a drawing but I sure did put a lot of overlays on for the shading...#should i tag the anons here? probably. will i? no. god no sorry guys i don't wanna tag yall rn #anyway working on bonus 4 now let's goooo #i fucking forgot ot post this it was literally why i got on my computer fucking helll

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astro-inthestars · 1 year

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@ask-the-rpg-3 HOLY SHITSTICKS I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD!!!

WHEN I GOT BACK FROM A STAY AT THE HOTEL I IMMEDIATELY RAN TO MY LAPTOP TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION!!! PLAY THE FANFARE *DOOT DOO DOO DOOOO*

HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY RPG3 COMIC/ASKBLOG!!

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!?!? ONE YEAR OF RPG3!! WOW!!! I am just so so so happy I got into this comic, because wow my life improved. Not just because its story is incredible and has me intrigued to no end, but I met SO many amazing people in the process!!! I may have only been around for a few months, and I may not know everything about it... but what I do know is that everything about it is amazing. The story, the art, the characters, everything!!! Who'da thunk, me just seeing my friends reblog this comic would lead to me meeting a few of the most amazing people I'd ever meet! (shoutout to @serizawasweep thank you for getting me into this I adore you and am ever so grateful you continue to improve my life even if you don't mean to thank you always)

I love this story so much, and I just cannot wait to see what comes next. Sock is such a genius and every idea she has—RPG3 or not—continues to amaze me every time! And I would never ever fail to mention Chip, the co-mod and Sock's partner in crime <3 Thank you for helping bring this story to life. And ALL of the RPG3 community!!! They wouldn't have done all this amazingness without you!!! Thank you everyone.

BUT A MOST SPECIAL THANK YOU TO SOCK FOR GIVING US ONE OF THE BEST RPG COMIC CROSSOVERS OF ALL TIME!!! CHEER AND CLAP FOR HER RIGHT FRICKIN NOW!!!! She works her hardest to give us this incredible story, draw the most amazing things, and even give us ARGS!?!?!? And despite all the hardships of running an askblog, she still pushes through to tell us this story. THANK YOU SOCK!!!