This Is The Hottest Gender In My Opinion, Prove Me Wrong.

What.

I watch minecraft building tutorials do you hate me.

(also ship incest but that's unrelated 🥺🥺🥺)

why would you say this in my inbox, who are you, i can't tell if you're srs or j

also i literally watch minecraft youtubers

Chapter 2

Tw: mentions of alcohol and cigars.

"Every great city all have one thing in common, they all protect its people, whether encapsulating them from the dangers of the outside world to having impeccable security it all was still protection from danger. We, handymen, I'm serve to protect Autodale from these foreign dangers, and forever will! Hm? What do you mean I'm forgetting about someone?" The cartoony handyman questioned from the small and rusted tv. "Oh! How could I forget about our famous vigilante? The fri-" The rusted tv then abruptly changed to another film with a robotic hand adjusting the antenna on the top.

The mysterious figure then sat in front of the tv and wrapped his body with a blanket. On the screen was a black and white film with a woman standing near a cracked fountain that bloomed black roses ."You love me. Why didn't you tell me before?" A voice of a woman said from the tv. The light of the television bounced back from the mysterious persons face. His face long and was all white. He had wires coming out of the temples of his forehead and His eyes were robotic and glowed in the dark. He wasn't fully human but mimicked the form of one.

"I could not hold it anymore Marlene. I just had to tell you." The man said, then a low-quality violin solo was being played as the two embraced each other on the screen. The robot cocked his head to the side, he hunched over closer to the screen as his pupils dilated robotically. He then drinks a bottle of whisky that was left on the floor while keeping his gaze on the screen. The film then ends with the two people on screen in a warm embrace and the sound of people cheering as the screen closed in with the two of their faces being in a circle. The screen and the applause faded into black and the credits rolled in with an orchestra playing low-quality soft classical music in the background.

The robot then closes his eyes, he imagines he was in that scene instead of being in his dark, smelly and un-kept room. He imagined being outside, standing near a well with water trickling down it, embracing the smell of roses in the air, and imagined being held just like the woman was in the film.

"Shadow?" The robot then flinched at the voice, "AH! Oh...uh-" Shadow stuttered at this voice. He then tapped his finger to the side of his head "Yes hive?" He asked while gaining his train of thought again. "Ah, I thought you'd be asleep right now." Hive joked around with Shadow, she had a formal but gentle way of talking. "Anyways, freshen up Shadow. There's a case I want you to investigate." She said to him.

Shadow then removed his finger from his forehead, he then looks around his room. The walls were barren and grey, there wasn't any decoration in sight. The floor that he was sitting on was the exact opposite. The floor was littered with cigar buds and ash scattered everywhere every crevice of his room had ash or some sort of filth. The carpet of his room was stained with whisky stains and reeked of old alcohol and smoke. He looks back at the tv and looks back at his barren room before turning off the small and rusty tv.

Shadow then walks outside on the neighborhood sidewalks. He wore a long black trench coat and a large cowboy hat that covered the majority of his pure white face. "What do we know about these rebels?" Shadow asked hive, his voice was deep and he had a slight Scottish accent. "Not much was given to me, the handyman reported a man was acting odd and almost frightened by the handyman interacting with the man." Hive didn't know what else to say, she thought the situation was strange and so did Shadow.

He continued walking down the sidewalk while the sun illuminated the sky and slowly set on the horizon of Autodale's grey wall. He continued walking down the sidewalk until Hive told him to stop. "Are you certain this is where the man lives?" Shadow queered and looked at the grey one-story home. "I'm certain Shadow. Or at least the handyman was certain." Hive scoffed and Shadow proceeded down the driveway of the suspect's home.

Shadow then walks to the dark grey door and checks the address on the side. "5690, that's the one," Hive affirmed Shadow before he knocked on the door. He first pauses and looks around on the house's porch, it was decorated with one plant which bore a single red tomato and a black chair. The floor of the porch was wooden, and some of the floorboards were cracked and bent creaking every step Shadow took. Shadow then knocks on the door.

( @somebodytolove31 ,@call-me-casual @kitkat-katty @shiningshard @all autodale fans :D)

its no longer labor day you cant reblog the todaybor day post anymore

I drew it lol

such a scardy cat!

Necessities (WIP FOR NOW.)

-this is an autodale au where a small rebellion group that operated in secret in order to not be discovered by the town. Will they succeed in their attempt to break free from their dystopia? Or will they be discovered and slaughtered like the rest of them?

Tw: blood, cussing (not so heavy on cursing but it's still there), a hostage situation, mentions of massacre, weapons (knifes, axes, guns, things like that), some body horror (it's not gonna be bloody body horror if that's what ur worried abt), and worst of all my OCs.

-this is a sfw fic but only in the aspect of not having any sexual themes, so yeah.

Written by twoeyedshockwave-lol

"Dear citizens of autodale. We hear your concerns of the sudden disappearances of relatives or close friends. We also hear your concerns of other citizens acting strange or frantic or even hostile to you. If you encounter a person like this then please report them to authorities immediately for they can serve a purpose on finding these people who have gone missing. This matter will be resolved in a quick and timely manor, we are truly sorry citizens of autodale and we will find the lost citizens at once. This concludes our psa."

A lone figure walks the sidewalks in the dead of night, he caries grocery bags full of food as he follows the sidewalk illuminated by the slender and tall street lamps. Then a metal clamping noise trotted behind him getting louder and louder every step. The man came to a halt and the noise did too, "greetings citizen." The thing said in a welcoming and robotic manor. The man turned around in a quick manor, his black fedora covered most of his hair and his mask was pure white with a gleeful smile plastered on to it. "Ah. Yes hello." The man responded to the thing in a cheerful tone but truly he was aggravated by the voice of that dreadful thing. The thing was a handyman. A robot with a boxy structure and skinny arms with only one purpose, to protect and to kill. "I see it's a late-night run to the store citizen." It said while turning its head to the grocery bags in the man's hands. The man tapped his foot and dryly chuckled, "ah well, my wife really wanted her confort food so one late trip wouldn't hurt, would it?" He said in a chipper tone when really under his thin patience was the urge to leave that horrid thing. The handyman then turned his attention to the man again, "have you noticed anything rather strange lately citizen?" The robot asked. The man's patience was wearing by the second. "Ah, no sir. I'm glad you asked though, I appreciate the heartfelt things that you do to help our people survive." The man pushed out his response. "Why thank you citizen." The handyman delighted. The man then turned around and started to walk in his previous direction. "Wait citizen." The handyman halted the man by grabbing his shoulder. The man's patience was wearing faster by the handyman's action "y-yes sir?"He gulped in his anger, he just wanted to go home. "Be...safe citizen."The handyman said in a delayed manor, as if the thing was hesitant. "Oh. Thank you sir." The man said on a relieved tone, the handyman then let go of the man's shoulder and sent him on his way. Another pair of clamping then approached the handyman. "Anything strange?" The other handyman conversed. "I would keep a close eye on that citizen. Something is off about him." The handyman said while staring at the man speed walking away from the scene.

The man then arrived home and unlocked the door to his one-story home. "Papa!" A little girl cheered while running to her father. "Erica!" He cheered while letting his daughter hug him. Then a woman with beautiful features walked to him and hugged him. "Thank you love." She hummed and took some of the groceries from him. "And these are for the others I believe?" She smiled, the man nodded and removed his mask. Under his mask was a round face with a set of beautiful green eyes. His cheeks were a flush of red at this moment due to his encounter with the handyman. "I may need help carrying these things to them." He sighed, the little girl then lit up and jumped around, "Can I help?! Please please please please please please!?" She begged and jumped happily. "Of course of course! Just be careful okay?" The man chuckled seeing his daughter jumping around happily at his answer. They both carried the grocery bags, the man carrying the more heavy ones and his daughter carrying the smaller ones.

They both enter their small backyard with a small and lonesome shed that sat in the middle, the man opened the shed doors to reveal a lot of gardening supplies and a single sheet covering a lump in the middle. The man kicked the sheet away and his daughter closed the doors to the shed behind her. Under the sheet was a manhole, he opened it and jumped down it with groceries in hand. The sewers were completely dark until he reached for a switch on the side of the tunnel. He swiched it on which made the sewers illuminate rainbow lights that guided them to a door at the end. His daughter then jumped down and he caught her. "Rainbow tunnel!" Her laugh echoed through the tunnel. They both walked to the door which had a do not enter sign on it. "You may do the honors, Erica." The man smiled. Erica then knocked in a rhythmical pattern and waited at the door. Then the door was answered. The door creaked open slowly. A man poked his head out the door slightly. "Oh! Hi Erica!" The mysterious man said in a gleeful voice. He then opened the door fully, he was wearing a grey fedora but his hair was visible, his eyes gleamed in the rainbow lights and he had an inviting smile on his face. "Hi, Mr. Charles! This is for you!" She gave him the grocery bags full of goodies. "Oh! Are you sure? This is very thoughtful of you Erica!" He said but his attention was quickly turned to her father. "Are you sure Mr felicity? This is a lot for the group." Charles was anxious about this offer. "Charles, this is the least we can do. You are doing a wonderful deed for future generations. When I say this is the least we can do, this is the least we can do for you guys." Mr Felicity grinned and Charles couldn't help but shed a tear of joy. "Oh uhm, my goodness thank you then. This truly helps a lot." Charles wholeheartedly thanked Mr felicity. Charles then sent them on their way back up and close the door to the hideout. He looks at the flag hung up at the back wall and looks down at the multiple bags of food he's holding. "For future generations." He mumbles and looks back at the flag. The flag is stained red and in the middle Is a logo of a mask broken perfectly in half. "For future generations...I like the ring of that." Charles repeated to himself and a warm smile crept on his face.

"Shadow? Shadow wake up. Shadow?" The voice of a woman repeated over and over again until finally the man wakes up. He opens his eyes to reveal a soft glow that emits from his robotic pupils. "Ah goodmorning...or I should say afternoon shadow." The voice taunted him, shadow groaned and lays back down on his dirty mattress. "What do you think your doing shadow? You've slept enough for today." The voice reminded shadow in a slightly annoyed tone. Shadow then got up and tapped the temple of his head. "sorry hive." He muttered, his voice was deep and he had a slight Scottish accent. "No matter, but hurry and freshen up. We have a situation we need for you to attend." Hive encouraged shadow. He looked at the clock attached to his baren walls, it was 5 pm. Shadow mustered enough strength to get out of bed, he then stood in his cluttered room. His carpet littered with cigar buds and stained with alcohol. He stopped cleaning his room a long time ago. Shadows room looks like a hoarders room with all the clutter, and it reeks in there too.

-sorry for the abrupt end lol, this is still a wip but I've been itching to post this for a while. The whole fic will be out shortly once I finish it 😭 feel free to comment suggestions or criticism :D

Okay so I was watching autodale again and look what I noticed

He’s sticking his fucking tounge out 💀💀 like how snarky and mean is shadow in the comics- I just also realized what he was saying to- like- HE SEEMES SO MEAN IN THE COMICS😭

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

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This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

"Thanks I really needed a hug..."

He got his hug

@call-me-casual

Me when tumblr keeps leaking my unfinished storys:

Oh, my poor shadow- yep that sounds about right tbh. Lol there should be a petition for him to be able to have someone at this point and not ge in trouble by hive 😭😂

we should do a change.org vote to make friendly shadow gay