weirdness

weird and random bs. 19. we love the weird villain guys, gals, and non-binary pals. I know my blog is cringe, I used to be chronically online :(

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I might come back ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Who knows, but if you are interested, I can draw things for free if I'm comfortable with the request. Trust me, my art and style have gotten better (⁠ー⁠_⁠ー⁠゛⁠). Here's the fandoms I like or are in. Or perhaps you want someone to rant to, trust me I can talk for hours.

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I know I know I was gonna draw the other prime assets but then the trailer for boneyard dropped and I just had to draw Coyle with the new hat.

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hopefully I’ll get around to drawing the other primes and not just Coyle or reagent ops

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I got my laptop working ˙𐃷˙

Free write/rambling I did based on @palesweetscherryblossom Havana au. The bar is low for me with writing, don't expect anything good or decent. I just wanted to write, and this happened. i've tried to post this in the past and tumblr kept crashing T-T

(You should check out their stuff if you haven't) 

I'm probably just a chud for this 

You can tell me to never write again btw 

Your adoptive folks decided to head to Cuba to celebrate the anniversary of them adopting you 'course that could've just been a lie since they got a package deal at the cost of staying at some casino mixed hotel, some promotional advertising they had going on. But beside the point you were here and the stench of smoke hits ya hard as you entered the front doors, the small coughing fit caused some drunken men to chuckle atcha while they played slots. You shuffled behind your family taking in the wide-open floor, slot machines on both sides lined up in rows that just seemed to go on, next was the tables; 

blackjack, roulette, you name it, it was there. You did however bump into your father before you realized you guys had reached the hotel desk to check into the room, while your parents conversed with staff your eyes wandered back to the casino section the bright lights led up to a darkened, curtain drawn area overlooking the casino floor a private room of sorts, perhaps something you shouldn't be seeing but of course the only thing you could was the the glow from lit cigarettes... 

There was someone up there; you couldn't see much just some bright red gloves on the edge of the railing one holding onto a cigar the other mindlessly tapping an index finger. Unfortunately, your parents dragged ya to the elevator before you could get a better look at the mysterious villain-Esque gloves. The days blurred together, your parents gambled and drank more than they should have and you were given a few bucks but it's not like you could really buy anything around here, security wouldn't let you near the bars even if it was for water so you wandered around the building. There was a small garden section, but it was crowded with lovey dovey drunk couples, so wandering it was. 

Left to your own devices you inspected the architecture, the murals on the walls and ceilings down the little details on the fish carved pillars that seemed to hold up the ceiling. Lost in your lil exploration you bumped into a stout man about your height, his off-white suit seemed a little big on him, his appearance was jarring his bulging blue cow eyes, yet somehow red and bloodshot, the thin tufts of dirty blonde hair that barely covered his head, and not to mention the lumpy 'n angry red right side of his head. You jumped to stop staring and put your head down and apologized profusely. He told you to stand up right and look him in the eyes while you apologized. You did so, and he accepted the apology. Something flickered in eyes he shook his head for a moment before he questioned you, like your name, how old you were, and who you were with. You hesitated because ya know 'stranger danger', he chuckled and told you he owns the place and that he likes to check in with his guests 'gotta make sure they're comfy'. 

You slowly pointed to your adoptive parents in the casino area by the slots before quickly slinking off to stand next to them for protection even if they were a bit tipsy and right now, they pushed you away a bit, telling ya to go play, maybe they were stupid or too drunk to realize that this wasn't a place where a child could just 'go play'. After a few hours of watching your parents gamble, they finally got tired enough (from losing) to head back to the hotel room. It seemed that some things around the room had been moved around; perhaps the cleaners came in earlier. Your little one eyed white and brown spotted rabbit plushie sat on your bed, slumped over a lil the blue bowtie was new maybe the cleaners thought he needed a new one. He has been looking a little worn and ragged, and even though it was a bit too big for him, but he's adorable, nonetheless. Your mother scoffed, asking why you still had the damn thing it was old, worn, and stitched up, and yet you argued that he was loved. She argued back that you couldn't even remember its name and that it's garbage and you could just get a new one. You went to bed stewing with some resentment towards her; you kept your cries silent as tears soaked into the rabbit's little body, your tears dried as you drifted off. Later in the night you stirred when there was a noise at the door. You slept through the whole ordeal only for your eyes to flutter open to someone petting your hair and a soft voice asking if you've been crying. You jolted up when you realized it was the man from earlier; you kicked away the blankets as you curled up in a ball you noticed your adoptive folks were on their bed tied up and panicking. 

"Answer me, sweetness, did they make ya cry?" You started to cry from how scared you were and perhaps that was bad 'cause he took that as a 'yes'. He scooped you up in a firm grip and took you out of the room and some men went in once you were down the hallway. You thrashed, you fought, you screamed, and you damn well tried to bite.

That's all I got ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[palesweetscherryblossom]

ITS SO GOOD OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHH

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Yippee!

I'm so glad you like it! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

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I got my laptop working ˙𐃷˙

Free write/rambling I did based on @palesweetscherryblossom Havana au. The bar is low for me with writing, don't expect anything good or decent. I just wanted to write, and this happened. i've tried to post this in the past and tumblr kept crashing T-T

(You should check out their stuff if you haven't) 

I'm probably just a chud for this 

You can tell me to never write again btw 

Your adoptive folks decided to head to Cuba to celebrate the anniversary of them adopting you 'course that could've just been a lie since they got a package deal at the cost of staying at some casino mixed hotel, some promotional advertising they had going on. But beside the point you were here and the stench of smoke hits ya hard as you entered the front doors, the small coughing fit caused some drunken men to chuckle atcha while they played slots. You shuffled behind your family taking in the wide-open floor, slot machines on both sides lined up in rows that just seemed to go on, next was the tables; 

blackjack, roulette, you name it, it was there. You did however bump into your father before you realized you guys had reached the hotel desk to check into the room, while your parents conversed with staff your eyes wandered back to the casino section the bright lights led up to a darkened, curtain drawn area overlooking the casino floor a private room of sorts, perhaps something you shouldn't be seeing but of course the only thing you could was the the glow from lit cigarettes... 

There was someone up there; you couldn't see much just some bright red gloves on the edge of the railing one holding onto a cigar the other mindlessly tapping an index finger. Unfortunately, your parents dragged ya to the elevator before you could get a better look at the mysterious villain-Esque gloves. The days blurred together, your parents gambled and drank more than they should have and you were given a few bucks but it's not like you could really buy anything around here, security wouldn't let you near the bars even if it was for water so you wandered around the building. There was a small garden section, but it was crowded with lovey dovey drunk couples, so wandering it was. 

Left to your own devices you inspected the architecture, the murals on the walls and ceilings down the little details on the fish carved pillars that seemed to hold up the ceiling. Lost in your lil exploration you bumped into a stout man about your height, his off-white suit seemed a little big on him, his appearance was jarring his bulging blue cow eyes, yet somehow red and bloodshot, the thin tufts of dirty blonde hair that barely covered his head, and not to mention the lumpy 'n angry red right side of his head. You jumped to stop staring and put your head down and apologized profusely. He told you to stand up right and look him in the eyes while you apologized. You did so, and he accepted the apology. Something flickered in eyes he shook his head for a moment before he questioned you, like your name, how old you were, and who you were with. You hesitated because ya know 'stranger danger', he chuckled and told you he owns the place and that he likes to check in with his guests 'gotta make sure they're comfy'. 

You slowly pointed to your adoptive parents in the casino area by the slots before quickly slinking off to stand next to them for protection even if they were a bit tipsy and right now, they pushed you away a bit, telling ya to go play, maybe they were stupid or too drunk to realize that this wasn't a place where a child could just 'go play'. After a few hours of watching your parents gamble, they finally got tired enough (from losing) to head back to the hotel room. It seemed that some things around the room had been moved around; perhaps the cleaners came in earlier. Your little one eyed white and brown spotted rabbit plushie sat on your bed, slumped over a lil the blue bowtie was new maybe the cleaners thought he needed a new one. He has been looking a little worn and ragged, and even though it was a bit too big for him, but he's adorable, nonetheless. Your mother scoffed, asking why you still had the damn thing it was old, worn, and stitched up, and yet you argued that he was loved. She argued back that you couldn't even remember its name and that it's garbage and you could just get a new one. You went to bed stewing with some resentment towards her; you kept your cries silent as tears soaked into the rabbit's little body, your tears dried as you drifted off. Later in the night you stirred when there was a noise at the door. You slept through the whole ordeal only for your eyes to flutter open to someone petting your hair and a soft voice asking if you've been crying. You jolted up when you realized it was the man from earlier; you kicked away the blankets as you curled up in a ball you noticed your adoptive folks were on their bed tied up and panicking. 

"Answer me, sweetness, did they make ya cry?" You started to cry from how scared you were and perhaps that was bad 'cause he took that as a 'yes'. He scooped you up in a firm grip and took you out of the room and some men went in once you were down the hallway. You thrashed, you fought, you screamed, and you damn well tried to bite.

That's all I got ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Unfortunately my phone went for a swim and I don't wanna jinx anything so, posting is probably gonna be nonexistent until I sort everything out. But in the meantime be fed with doodles.

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Take my chicken scratch of some evil residents.

[smarttalec]

if only there was someone in the outlast trials community willing to draw my reagent 👀👀👀👀👀 my favorite prime asset is liliya btw 👀👀👀👀👀

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May I offer a doodle?

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I just noticed Coyle takes up the top three posts of my blog currently 😭

I promise Franco is my favorite, I'll show him and the other primes more love soon

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I made a whole doodle page for my birthday. Just some multi fandom stuff and whatnot

Anyway enjoy my slop and be fed if ya like it

Though the question is to actually tag everything or not

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I wanna "play" dress up with Franco bc I've been thinking about drawing him in other clothes especially Franky's outfit nothing but an unbuttoned shirt, speedo, and a gold chain. Maybe I'll get around to it later or at least make a sketch.

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Before I forget about the PA propaganda poster (idea from @thekingkhaos) here's the current WIP

If I don't finish this in about 2-3 weeks please remind me if you want to see this more polished and finished.

[thekingkhaos]

IDEA FOR ALL OUTLAST ARTISTS!

How about a murkoff propaganda poster challenge?

Create your coolest idea of WHATEVER and WHICHEVER prime asset you want with your own or prime asset inspired tagline?

MY FIRST REQUEST (or idea? I'm giving examples here however I would LOVE to see this poster come to fruition)

Clyde Perry propaganda post when there were initial inklings of some rouge reagent ruckus.

Clyde Perry, face turned to one side one side is his blue eye showing him holding a gun up. The other side, a hound dog or bloodhound pointing its nose and ears in a direction. The hound dogs having a small bright blue iris and a little tiny murkoff badge on his shoulder.

The tagline? "DON'T LET THE HOUND DOG CATCH YOU."

Implying: Dont even think about leaving murkoff. Or else Clyde "bloodhound" Perry will find and 'dispose' you.

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While the idea is fresh and before I fall asleep, here's a quick sketch

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i vote drawing archie from tales of arcadia <33 he’s my favorite

I totally forgot who Archie was lol, good thing I'm rewatching the show 😭

I don't think I've ever actually drawn Archie before either.

(The first image is a little doodle)

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I need some ideas to draw or write or something, I'm a dyin plant over here (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

My inbox is usually always open and I'm always up for chatting, though I'm a little heavily into outlast rn.

Keep it mild (as mild as outlast gets lol) but I do free drawing requests so far.

Fandoms are in the tags:

[hammite]

"What does Mother Gooseberry do on Mother's day?"

Super big thanks to @xeep-echo1 for giving me the idea for coyle and gooseberry's art 😋

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Spider. Eye. Lamb.

I was gifted procreate and drew a quick thing of Easterman/Skinner man.

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I finally got around to finishing this but perhaps later I'll change the background to an actual trial.

Porter(left) & Beu(right)

Porter is my actual reagent in game.

Yes Porter dresses like Franco, the lore is that he pantsed him and stole his pants and wears them on a regular basis around Franco ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯