Sniper from memory!! I did some other fun doodles but I forgot to take pictures of them
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Sniper from memory!! I did some other fun doodles but I forgot to take pictures of them
Peterlings I know, and Rivals and MCU bonding over missing green people.
Got a new laptop! The only color it came in was blue... So I named it Emesis and it's all Emesis Blue themed
Vaugely inspired by Pootis Blu Scout
I will unleash an army of death! Everyone you care about will suffer, because you betrayed me!
Watched Emesis Blue
Fucking loved Emesis Blue
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Scout's Mother (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Monster Hunters, Werewolves, Scout Has ADHD (Team Fortress 2), Awkward Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Scout-centric (Team Fortress 2), Scout Doesn't Know Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Character Turned Into Vampire, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Spy Is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2) Summary:
All of Jeremy's life, he's felt like an outcast. And he wasn't saying that to be angsty either.
His thoughts are only confirmed when everyone in town starts looking at him like a freak. Running away seemed like the best thing to do to save his family the trouble... though he never expected there to be even more trouble lying ahead of him.
AKA
The mercenaries are monster hunters and Sniper saves a confused Jeremy in the woods
Iron Lung in Tomodachi life because I said so
Dunno what came over me but I like tf2 now
I don't know what got into me but here
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mr. Puzzles backstory mixed media video (photosensitive safe edition)
welcome to the photosensitive version of the video :D
If your not photosensitive you can click here for for the original video that has more visual effects!
This version of the video is made to be easier on the eyes just in case your not a fan of flashing visual effects for any reason but still wanna see something cool!
There is still a small dose of static snow, but everything else is gone :)
Both versions of the video contain: Fake blood (Irl is just paint water), implied death (sadly yes, but he lived! /ice age ref).
Turn on the volume aaaand enjoy :)
If there are still some things that need toning down or any other concerns, please let me know so I can edit this post! Also let me know if I should continue making alternate versions of videos in future :)
Just realised this is probably the first time some of you have heard my voice....and its of me doing some of Puzzles laugh because I couldn't get a long enough clip of the original without background noise lmao 😭 The aftermath of one scene :-:
Mess aside I HAD SO MUCH FUN EXPERIMENTING combining irl footage and drawings GAAAHHH IT LOOKS SO GOOOOD!!!
"I don't want to live like this anymore"
(short blurb about trans!peter quill) The moment he places the flat of his palm on the mirror, condensation begins to give way to water drops. They roll down the reflection of his arm as if tracking the actual curve of his skin, conforming to the flesh wrapped around bone. It's a mistake the second he wipes the heel of his hand across, sending a streak through the fog covering the mirror and obscuring his face. His eyes are the first thing revealed. And even those he regrets looking into. For all the years he's been alive, his eyes are one of the easiest and most common things for people to remark on. They're the kind of blue that's deep without being a void, clear without being icy. They reflect the very stars that he courses through every day aboard the Milano, giving the impression of containing galaxies of their own. It may be the one thing he doesn't hate, but what he sees in his eyes scares him. Something resolute and set as if in stone. Too determined, in a way that's nearly violent. Not compassionate, but the kind of resolve that will pave its path through anything regardless of the damage it causes. It looks like his father's eyes.
He can't look away no matter how much he's afraid of it. He wipes further lines down the mirror in zig-zagged motions, revealing the rest of his skin even as the mist from his shower overtakes him in swirls. It's as if it's protecting him from his own visage, obscuring him so he doesn't have to bear witness to the ugliness he already expects to find. The scars are nothing new. The softness around his midsection either. But that's the part that's so aggravating. By now, he wishes he could work off the flesh that curves in soft shapes instead of hardened muscle. He can't. The scars are the unchangeable part, but that doesn't mean he despises them any less. For all of his bravado, for all the confidence and flirtatious charm he exudes, Peter hates every inch of what he sees. It's hardly the mirror that's unkind. It's himself.
And he knows that. He still isn't any more sympathetic. He's Star-Lord. A hero. A savior. A little rough-around-the-edges, sure, but not so imperfect. Not like this. His eyes follow the undersides of his pecs, the scars that curve in a shape that could be mistaken for smiles. He attempts to curl his lips in the same shape. It just looks awkward and forced. Appreciation can't be made, no matter how much Peter feels like he's being ungrateful. Because he got everything he wanted, didn't he? He's a famous hero, known for saving galaxies. He has a real family, not the facsimile his power-hungry father tried to create, not the system of king and heir that felt even more forced than the smile Peter just tried. He has a home among the stars, never tethered to anywhere but never feeling far from somewhere safe. Why can't he appreciate it? What's missing? He changed. He grew. He got better. ...Did he? He takes another look. Stares himself in the eyes as if he can make his reflection back down and shape into something new, something better. He's Star-Lord. Guardian of the Galaxy. Captain of the Milano (despite Rocket's many protests). A deep inhale inflates his chest. If only for a moment, he's taller. Maybe a little more majestic as he tries to steel his expression into silent confidence. It all goes in a puff of smoke (or breath) a second later as he exhales. The image is gone. Star-Lord isn't present. Peter Quill is. He's not sure he can even be proud of that anymore. As Peter Quill, he's done nothing but fail. His mother had to sacrifice herself for this. His ex-fiancée broke things off because of the ruler he tried to be instead of the man he was. Will this ever be enough? Peter can only stare as the mirror fogs back up. As if the image blurring will erase the imperfections that Peter can still see. It never goes away. No matter how far he runs, no matter how many smiles Peter fakes, it's always there. He doesn't want to keep living this way. What other choice does he have?
More digital circus art because I apparently really liked it! Also I love Kinger so much ♡♡♡♡
I can't stop listening to the song Artist Block
Sorry for forgetting to post an update here! I uploaded chapters 3 and 4, please check them out! Very Jack-centric but Simon and Ava will be back more in the next chapter
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I might’ve liked Iron Lung just a little bit. Anyway for once I have a plan and it will get better after the first chapter!
I uploaded the next chapter!! Now there's a Jack and a lot more arguments
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I might’ve liked Iron Lung just a little bit. Anyway for once I have a plan and it will get better after the first chapter!