Ranchers Part 2

dean winchester x the smashing pumpkins

this almost made my capcut crap out i hope u like it <3

I hope Iskall85 understands that comparing himself, somebody who was a creep to people in his dms and who cheated on his partner, to women and marginalized people getting murdered, is disgusting.

He didn’t refute the screenshots being real, and he also put blame on the Hermitcraft server for cancelling him when they put out a neutral statement about the situation and gave him an opportunity to discuss what was happening. He’s been on Hermitcraft for eight years, he had close friends on the server. They did not think it was fun or advantageous to have this conversation. Some of the victims haven’t come out against him publicly, and there’s no motive for his moderators and team, who financially benefitted from him, to accuse him other than that being the truth. The hermits haven’t said much of anything at all, and what they did say months ago was short and precise, as well as contradictory to Doc’s statements on the hermits trying the best they could to talk to him.

If you support Iskall85 after this statement and after the evidence which has been presented then block me, because I don’t want to see you around. He very clearly guilted his former staff and threatened the people he harmed, and this is not behavior that should be tolerated in any way.

Came out of the artblock™ to draw these two doomed gays

(Picture ref under cut)

Mumbo's cosplay arc

reblog to slap his bald head

Screams internally

Has anyone seen this?????

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Grian was still frozen in the spot where he fell, Or at least, his body. He was so stupid, dying of fall damage in a place with tons of water. He was in shock. Grian didn’t register the fact that he was falling until his bones hit the ground, a jolt of pain going through his legs. As he died, his soul was lifted out of the body. He extended his long purple black wings, a million eyes surrounded him. The watchers’ voices burst.

I can’t believe he let them down. 

He’s such a failure.

He didn’t even die a worthy death.

He isn’t worthy of our possession.

The whispers filled him with so much grief. He missed the bad boys, even if it was just a silly name, the boys brought him joy. He missed frolicking around Bread bridge, knocking over Jimmy's glasses. Grian wanted to be with them again. 

I heard there was a MCC coming up. Grian’s ears perked up. Maybe he could join it. Maybe, just maybe there was a chance where he would be put in a team with his friends. I can help you. Grian turned around to see Scott Major in his ghostly form. “You would do that for me?” Grian’s voice cracked as he spoke. I can’t do much, but I can persuade them to let you in. “Thank you so much Scott.” Grian rushed in to hug him, but the figure disappeared when he reached him. Grian closed his eyes and when he opened them, he found himself in the mcc lobby, glasses on head, determined to win. 

(IF THEY DON’T WEAR THE BAD BOYS SKIN TO MCC I WILL SCREAM.)

Big dogs

Adrenaline was pumping through every bit of Martyn’s body. He was determined to steal the kill from Gem’s crew. They couldn’t stop him. He could even call them out if it was one of their tasks. He was really desperate for a correct guess. The relief that filled him when he guessed Tango’s task was, well, amazing. He grinned as he remembered Tango’s anguished face. It was perfect. He absent-mindedly followed Scott to the portal. He was excited to say the least. Charged with energy, he jumped in. The portal sucked Martyn in, plopping him onto an obsidian platform. Without thinking he walked forward, slipping on the edge. Soon enough he found himself falling. Falling into the endless void. He was in shock. His mind couldn’t process the fact that he fell off the platform. Martyn’s body ached more and more as he fell deeper into the void. Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. 

Inthelittlewood fell out of the world

Ranchers (And the love they share)

Tango stumbled as he stepped out from the portal. He frowned as the shimmering circle closed behind him. He looked around, trying to figure out his bearings. He seemed to be in a middle of a city, billboards were spotted everywhere. Tango didn't like it, the colors were to bright, the flashing unnerved the hybrid. Tango decided to walk around and figure out where he was. Although he didn't know how he got here, Tango figured he should probably not stay here for long, him being a blaze and all that. He dug in his pockets and found some cash that he decided to use to find somewhere to live for the day. 

After a day of searching, he finally found a place. It was a small apartment, but it was enough to keep him for a while. He made extra care to not burn anything while moving around the room. Slowly he got in the bed, taking note of the very flammable bedsheets that surrounded him and drifted off to sleep.

The red haze surrounded him, air so thick that it was hard to breathe. Other people covered in shadows were reaching out to him, coming to grab him and take him back to the confinements of the cell. To experiment with him. Tango was running faster and faster, until he found some sort of floating circle. He stepped right through and-

Tango woke up, his face was covered with sweat. Tango quickly jumped out of bed and hosed down the fire burning on the bed frame. As the fire dwindled down, Tango sighed as he slumped back on the bed. He couldn't remember what he was dreaming about nor why it caused such a big headache. With his hands in his head he closed his eyes and fell back asleep. 

Wish it was First class but Erik never left but I'll take it

Hellooooo! I made a uquiz, hehe. What cherik fic are you? Let's see what you'll get

Some more Stobotnik doodles.

Stone gets comfortable with Game!Rob and Game!Rob is appreciating the ego stroking.

Should I have waited to clean up doodle comic ideas of Movie!Rob coming to get his Stone back before Posting super unpolished Game!Stone in a cell.... Perhaps.

Game!Stone appreciates being a kept man. Also Stones little fangs.

Tails got caught up in the romance and whimsy. Forgive him.

Just thinkin about Rob lacing his own fingers together when trying to bond with his grandfather only for his grandfather to really show what unconditional love is and then deny him.

But at least he understands now

S1vS3 The Ivos hate each other.

Another victim of my inability to draw motorcycles.

Smooch.