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h0neygh0ul · 1 month
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⭐️Rocko Rama Time⭐️
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fanf1cs-fan · 1 month
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Baddie liciousness
Who wants to see me draw husk beating the absolute SHIT out of Valentino for hurting Angel Dust? ╰(*°▽°*)╯
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the1weird1pencil · 9 months
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Peppino in O-Town
+ Bonus doodle down below
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toonrandy · 6 months
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Happy 30th anniversary to Rocko’s Modern Life, one of my favorite Nicktoons growing up!
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pacalternative · 6 months
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🕸️💚 ● FUNKY & SPUNKY + LORE BITS ● 💚🕸️
Two of the many workers under the Magoria Mafia. The most feared crime organization in Spectra conducted by Lady Sue...
LEARN MORE ABOUT THEM ON TOYHOUSE ....FUNKY | SPUNKY
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heckyeahponyscans · 9 months
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Spunky the camel and prototype Cornelia from 1987 Hasbro Toy Fair catalog
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the-faceless-bride · 1 year
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I don't give a single fuck
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More on Spunky!! A bit on her backstory, why she is the way she is, aaaannnd how she met the boys.
Poly lost boys x Oc! Spunky reader
Mostly focused on Spunky and who she is as a person.
This universe was created by the beautiful mind of @ghoulgeousimmaculate this is the fic with Spunky
You woke up, hair a mess and falling over your face. You squint turning away from the ray of sun that snuck in through your window curtain; you groaned at the idea of getting up.
But you couldn't stay in bed... You had important things today. You never thought you would be living in Santa Carla without your Mom and siblings yet here you were. You and your boyfriend took the first opportunity to get away from your families. Longer wanting to deal with the yelling and occasional threatening, you turn over facing the love of your life.
"hi," you say smiling at him, stretching and moving to get up. You grab two scrunchies you left on your bedstand putting your hair into two messy buns, "ready to meet the gang and wait for the big light show tonight?" you only get a groan and a "five more minutes."
You get up moving to the bathroom to fully get ready, as you walk in you make eye contact with your empty pill bottle. You haven't been able to get a refill in a while, having just packed up and left. You shake your head, it's fin. You've been fine for like four days now! Not a single anger outburst, no fights, no yelling.
You were proud of yourself, normally you were always so angry but you've done better. With him. Some people think you depend too much on him... But it was love... Right? You were allowed to be a little dependent on him for emotional reasons... Right?
Plus he has never seen you at your worst, the most he has seen you was taking deep breaths, crying, or just being quiet so everything seemed to be going just fine.
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You went all day joking with friends and clinging to your boyfriend, everything was going well... Until you overheard some surfers talking with someone who was meant to be your best friend.
Everything she was saying was making you angry... About how much of a snobby bitch you were, how she thinks you were on drugs now to explain your calm behavior the best few months, how she took pride in someone having you follow her around as a 'best friend' for so long and you not being smart enough to catch on... How she was shocked your boyfriend hadn't packed his things and run away yet.
You just saw red. A burning red, the color of blood. You just remember screaming and cussing as you threw a punch before bending you grab her legs and slamming her down in the middle of the blinding lights of the boardwalk. Some of the boys she was talking to had started recording and the others got the attention of your other two friends and your boyfriend.
Them calling your name was going in one ear and out the other. How dare she? She knows you've struggled with your emotions, growing up and being told almost every day of your life.
"don't cry, it makes you look weak."
"don't you give me your fake tears, you start crying and I'll give you a reason to cry!"
"the way you act is disgusting, the way you try to get others attention like that."
"why do you act that way?"
"why can't you just ever be happy?"
"Why can't you just be like your sister?"
Why. Why. Why. Why. Why!!
You were just not good enough, Just never good enough for anyone! Not your family! Not your friends! And no one ever asked you how you felt! You were just always meant to be happy or show no emotion at all! Well fuck that!
You liked this! You like being able to feel! You liked being angry! You liked that feeling of being strong! Your mom was wrong! The angry feeling... The anger you feel isn't weak.... It's powerful.
The one thing that fraught you back was the sickening crack that came from your now ex-best friend's nose.
The noise of the boardwalk came flooding back to you. The sound of people worrying for the bloodied girl that lay under you, the sound coming from someone or two?... Laughing? Cheering. You looked to the sound seeing two blondes who seemed to have found this all very entertaining...
Then you met the eyes of your boyfriend... And suddenly you didn't enjoy your anger anymore.
Not only him but the only two friends you had were looking at you like... You were a monster. You looked down and saw the damage you'd done, she looked awful; blood ran down her face most of it coming from her now contorted broken nose and into her mouth leading down her chin, cuts of her face from the custom rings you always wore and tears streamed down her face. She was a mess. You did that?
You didn't even think you just ran off and kept running until you got away from the loud sounds of the boardwalk. You sat on the cool sand, elbows propped up on your knees as you held your head, God... Maybe your mom was right.
"that was one hell of a show!" an overexcited voice called out, "Damn right Marko, that was badass!" another excited voice responded, you looked up and met eyes with two blondes... The same blondes that were encouraging your anger on the boardwalk. "the hell do you want." you asked, making it as clear as possible that you were not in the mood.
"Oh, no need to get hostile on us." the blonde with ocean-blue eyes said as he took a seat next to you, his curly-haired friend following shortly after. "tsk-" was your only response, who the hell did these guys think they were?
"ha! You're a Spunky one aren't you?" the curly blonde purred, clearly enjoying the attitude. Weirdos... "don't worry, Spunk is good. It's powerful, it's amazing... It's hot." The other blonde added, "I'm Paul by the way, that there is Marko." Paul introduced, Marko giving you a cherub-like grin. You guess they were kinda cute... "yeah well, I'm glad you enjoyed the show. That's the last you two are ever gonna see it." you sass and their eyes seemed to spark with something that wasn't so apparent a moment ago, "is that so?" Marko asked, "Damn so." you get making your way back home.
Marko and Paul looked at each other... Yeah. They liked you, they were gonna see that spunk a lot more. They were gonna ask David to keep you...
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You made it home, walking into your bathroom you now start cleaning the dried blood off your knuckles and rings; before splashing some cold water on your face.
You looked at yourself in the mirror replaying everything that happened today. That feeling started coming back. Your eyes stung, the white of your eyes slowly reddening as you looked in the mirror, "don't...Don't. you. Dare. Fucking. Cry."
You take some deep breaths before going into your bedroom... You found your boyfriend packing a bag. "what are you doing." your boyfriend let out a small gasp and turned around, fuck. You didn't mean for that question to come out less of a question and more of a demand, it came out harsh and almost cold.
"Nothing, I just... I have to go." what? He had to go? Go where? You left here together because you had similar issues and understood each other... Why would he wanna go back? "no." he looked nervous, "look I just have to go alright? It's nothing you did I just-" "NO!" he jumped back, shocked by your outburst. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY ARE YOU LEAVING IF I DID NOTHING WRONG?! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WHY ARE YOU LEAVING? I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME!!" your anger was quickly increasing and your voice getting louder and louder. "look just calm down! I just- fuck! You're just too much alright!?" you stare at him, unblinking trying to keep the tears from falling but failing anyway only succeeding in pissing you off even more. "what do you mean I'm too much." if he wasn't scared before he was now. He was disturbed by the way you just went from screaming, frantic and angry. To quiet, staring, and seemingly calm by the delivery of your question.
"I just... Tonight, I saw you... The real you... And well, it's the same thing I was trying to get away from. You beat her... Knocking out her tooth breaking her nose and you didn't even blink... That... That isn't who I thought you were."
You didn't wanna hear this. Yet another person telling you that something was wrong with you. They had something that apparently you are missing.
"but I- I can change I..." he just zipped his back, "I'm sorry. But I just... I can't." he walked past you, and you followed him all the way to the door.
He gave you a last look as he took hold of the door handle, you shook your head lip trembling. You didn't want him to go, but you didn't wanna speak; if you did you knew you'd start crying. That's the last thing you wanted to do.
But he didn't stay, he opened the door and left... And your breath goes heavy and your teeth ground together. And everything you've been bottling for the past few months exploded.
You let out a cry, that red color coming back to you. You smashed a photo, and you felt better. You flipped the table over, you felt a little better. fuck it.
You started destroying everything you could reach. "you hate me?! Huh?!" "you wish I was different?!" you started ranting, you knew he couldn't hear you. You didn't give a single fuck. "well fuck. You! I like this! I like being like this! Keeps fuckfaces like you away! It keeps backstabbing cunts like that bitch on the boardwalk away! I like being angry! I'm proud that I'm as strong as I am! You don't like it?! You can go! Fuck! Your!self!"
You stood in the middle of your chaos. Flipped furniture, broken glass, pulled-out drawers, and the contents spilled out.
It felt good to take it all out. All that anger you had no longer pit on you and instead the things and the ones around you.
You took deep breaths, before sitting on the floor in the middle of everything in your living room, unknowing of the four sets of glowing eyes that watched from the window.
You had come to accept that this is your life. This is who you are, and one day when that someone comes along that can accept you and all your anger, you'd never leave their side; but until then you were on your own and You were angry, you liked making others angry, you liked the feeling of having that power, and you weren't gonna apologize to fuck for it. You smiled with a chuckle, yeah.
You were gonna be a real bitch...And you were gonna enjoy every second of it.
And that concludes the backstory of ✨Little sis Spunky ✨
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Thank you for reading
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roxie-the-slug · 4 months
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madzzys · 2 months
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this got so much love on twitter so figures i post it here too! free palestine!! 🇵🇸🍉
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thetruepapajohn · 5 months
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garry's mod more like gay's mod amirite fellas?
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whole buncha screenshots from me- some more recent than others- and of course there's some pac and watch stuff mixed in because that's what we do here
don't really know the etiquette of sharing garry's mod screenshots, but just in case (and if anyone's curious) i'll link the maps and models below the cut ^^"
WORKSHOP LINKS:
Olive Garden by MDS31781 (reupload by VoodooRaisins)
gm_7eleven by Vamp
Pikmin 3 Model pack by Brewster T. Koopa
Brewster's Pokemon Models(XY) by Brewster T. Koopa
Pokemon (5th Gen.) [Ragdolls] by RandomTBush
SSB4U: Pac-Man by Apoc Hedgie
SSB4U: Mr. Game and Watch [Ragdolls] by RandomTBush
SSB4U: Duck Hunt Duo [Ragdolls] by RandomTBush
SSB4U: Peach by Apoc Hedgie
Pac-Man World Re-Pac Model Pack (with Animations) by Crispy Toast (I used this method to change the ghost skins I wasn't planning on using)
Skullgirls by KumichouGamer
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lillico-drew-this · 6 months
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mspaint sketches
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slimpixens · 1 month
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my cutie succubus Desdemona
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charmsponies · 5 months
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chainingeris · 8 months
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Rocko at the beach
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TFW you and your alien pals go to earth and learn what a gangster is from a t shirt
(Read my webcomic lol)
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riley1cannon · 2 months
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A Caturday first!
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He never gets in boxes. In fact, when Brat was still with us we had the distinction of having two cats who hated boxes. Spunky, of course, is on board for boxes, bags, you name it. Yesterday she decided this box my new mattress came in was hers. No surprise there. That Buster decided to check it out, and appears to like it is completely unexpected.
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