Prehistoric Planet

hello ! Imagine bubba and Thomas preparing their chainsaw to attack and the new girl survivor is wearing this. Would they tunnel , face camp , or cry about it ? Lmao

Bonjourrrr hello I am alive I’m so sorry I have been really busy traveling for work.

But those pants look incredible. I didn’t even know they existed. Here’s how I imagine that would go!

The Cannibal | Bubba Sawyer & Chainsaw-Proof Girl

Word count: ~575

Warnings: none

Reaction: straight up sobs about it and finds her terrifying. Thinks she’s just invincible to his chainsaw.

This was a scary, dark, confusing new world-- but Bubba had a job to do.

Kill the outsiders. Kill them or they’ll hurt you. Kill them or they’ll hurt your family.

The dark entity whispered in his head, and although fear rattled his bones, Bubba obeyed. There was no enemy his dutiful chainsaw couldn’t handle. The world was terrifying, and he was all alone here, but Bubba will handle himself for as long as he needs to so he can one day come back home to his family again. But right now, he needs to protect them. Protect them from these awful dangerous outsiders.

A new outsider appeared today before him, at the wastelands of an automobile wreckage site. An autohaven, he believes it was called, a horrid wasteland of mangled metal with the reek of sharp iron and heavy dust in the air. This woman he found, Bubba had not seen her before, and upon discovering yet another outsider here that was threatening him and his family’s safety, a cold fear shot through his veins. It felt icy and numbing at first, until the panic quickly began to boil it, sweltering in his blood with every passing second he didn’t act on this new girl working on a generator in front of him.

There was no fear in her, no desperate flee from him. The heat in his veins simmered, steaming into his muscles with a horrible rush of energy, and with a terrified whine Bubba hastily drop started his chainsaw.

Upon hearing him rev, she stepped back off the generator, but instead of fleeing it appeared she braced.

Confusing, but Bubba charged anyways, wailing as he dashed forward, swiping the saw downwards to strike her legs and prevent an escape if she were to try and run.

However, as soon as the saw made contact, the gash in the fabric nearly derailed his chain, immediately stopping the engine when a clutter of stringy white fibers tangled into it.

The girl took a distancing step back, with a soft chuckle, as if she saw this coming. There was no blood from the gash, it had appeared his saw didn’t even make it through the fabric.

Anxiety seized him, and not thinking clearly, Bubba reached to pull the string back and rev again, despite seeing the damage that he knew would prevent the engine from starting. Surely enough, the chainsaw sputtered and neglected to flinch, the fibers lodged deep into the mechanical gears.

Hands trembling, Bubba blubbered in confusion, trying once more to pull the string again.

He heard another chuckle from her when it yet again sputtered and failed to start.

With his head darting up to look at her, the girl was oddly surprised to see such powerful fear and confusion clouding his big brown eyes, and instead of charging at her with his mallet, Bubba instead wailed out pitifully.

She nearly flinched when she heard the earthy thud of him dropping his saw to the floor, watching as he vainly attempted to reach for his hoistered mallet, but only to have his shaky hands immediately drop the weapon onto the floor as well.

Nearly sobbing, he buried his masked face in his two clammy hands, stumbling back as he cried. He was too confused, his chainsaw never failed like this. Bubba had no clue what to do, he had nothing to protect himself from this invincible outsider.

She broke his saw without even attacking.

The girl watched, completely baffled as he shrieked and blubbered, almost feeling bad as he stumbled away from her in fear.

And within moments, Bubba fled, turning to run in terror.

this tiny hop

Doggy parenting

A comic to try and sort through some difficult feelings about being an artist and a reminder to not forget who you are.

I always see the dog choking info on here, so here’s what to do if a kitty is choking

Save your kitties, we all know they eat everything anyway. 

http://www.wikihow.com/Save-a-Choking-Cat

http://www.wikihow.com/Perform-CPR-on-a-Cat

Team-up AU

Nice! Could I please requests yandere headcanons of ghost Michael falling for female y/n? I imagine that since Mike dedicated a lot of his life trying to undo his father’s legacy he didn’t really fall in love with anyone before. Thank you in advance for writing!

note: I AM SO SORRY these took so long to do. i would use school as an excuse but no im just so slow at writing lmfao...hope the wait was worth it :,) i really like the idea of ghost yanderes this was very fun to write

warnings: yandere (but like. soft yandere. sort of) also angst. hella angst.

Yandere Ghost!Michael Headcanons

💜 - I think that, as a ghost, Michael would reside in his old home where he grew up. Visions of him and his little siblings playing together, smiling, laughing, playing before his eyes. Places where they hid from their father when he was mad at them, and where they would all sit and watch tv together, in a rare moment that everybody was in a good mood. But nearly every room was empty now, save for a few pieces of furniture, and even those had been replaced. Walls that were once chipped and cracking were replaced with new fresh coats of paint, any sign that anybody lived there before was gone.

💜 - A short while after that, you end up moving in. Michael finds it odd that you moved into such a big place, one surely meant to house a family, not just one person and her pet. He can't help the twinge of anger that festers inside of him when you start to move old furniture around, or certain rooms of the house go neglected when they need to be cleaned. He knows this anger is unreasonable, and that it isn't your fault, but watching his old home change, new memories being made inside of it, pains him.

💜 - As the weeks fade into months, Michael finds himself getting more and more attached to you. His eyes follow your every move, gaze lingering on your soft skin, your hair, your eyes. He's tried getting your attention before, by trying to possess certain objects or write on an open notepad, but nothing he did seemed to work. Although you might hear rumors from others, of the tragic deaths of Michael Afton and Henry Emily, his presence would forever remain unknown to you. The most you'll ever feel is a little chill crawl up your spine as his spirit passes right through you, arms held out to wrap you in an icy embrace.

💜 - Quickly starts to pick up on your little mannerisms. Tiny, insignificant things like the way you hold your pencil, little inflections in your voice when you pronounce certain words, hell, he's even memorized the tune of some songs that you hum to yourself. And could you blame him? All there is for him to do is watch you (not that he's complaining), admiring you as distant or as up close as he wants, a silvery, wispy hand enclosed over yours.

💜 - He soon begins to regret his reluctance to find a partner while he was alive. His mind had been too preoccupied to process the crushing loneliness, the empty hole in his heart only growing more and more as the years carried on until he finally had time to process these emotions when it was too late.

💜 - Sometimes you swear you can see a shadowy figure out of the corner of your eye. When you're walking down the halls late at night, you'll feel the rush of cool wind whisk by, or a blurry figure will appear at the end of the hall for a fraction of a second.

💜 - If you ever brought a partner to your home, Michael would be despondent, his brain wracked with rage, despair, and regret. He knew that you would inevitably find a lover. He is unable to do anything as he watches the two of you hold each other, whisper sweet nothings into the other's ears, and do all sorts of activities together. He wishes he'd found you sooner, and taken you away forever, kept all to himself to hold and love unconditionally. But that chance had slipped past his fingers, and now he could do nothing but watch, lament, and regret.

Abort mission

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