#because my MUSCLES

[petite-ursus]

Update to the pmdd post: I’m spotting. So. Yeah. The sui-slide-alness is because I was/am in luteal. It is so funny and dead on every time. But also. I want to scream. Why does my body crave death? Bro is literally trying to kill me every luteal phase. There has to be more that can be done besides birth control and eating very specific foods that I can’t even eat because I’m so fucking nauseous and tired. AND THIS IS TONED DOWN. IT’S TONED DOWN. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.I am so tired of living in this body.

[may12324]

Minthara - Lolth Sworn Paladin of Vengeance

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

It's definitely spooky season so I'm turning everything scary , sexy cute

[lucyllawless]

Rio holding onto Agatha's wrist

[doctorsiren]

can’t stop thinking about mob growing up 🥺

[frownyalfred]

my dearly-held self-insert thing for the Batfamily is they’re highly trained gymnasts, athletes, fighters, etc etc, but even they despair when Bruce makes them do weighted Bulgarian Split Squats and I STAND by this

[mogwaei]

headcanon: they all got fried silly in the Forbidden Oasis. Or maybe this was just an excuse to draw them all shirtless. sorry varric and dorian lol

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[littledemo0n]

⚠️DEADPOOL&WOLVERINE SPOILERS⚠️

Never have i ever wanted to bingewatch Fox's X-Men movies more than in that moment right there...

[witchkittymeow]

Ive been desperately trying to make a figure for about 4 months already so im just doing a bunch of gestures to get an idea of what to do for this guy

[after-witch]

Ragdoll [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: Ragdoll [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: Your back hurts and Mahito fixes it for you. inspired by snatches of conversation with @absolute-flaming-trash as so many Mahito things are!

Word count: 500ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, body modification

“Well? How does it feel?” Mahito asks, and whenever Mahito asks, you are bound to consider the answer. Whether or not you actually give it depends on the day and time and how much you’re willing to endure.

You’re… Weightless. That’s what you feel–no, no, no. That’s wrong. Not weightless. There is weight to you. You are not some candy floss being tossed in the wind by a child uncaring of the time spent crafting it, hot metal bowls and spinning sticks and carpal tunnel from too many summers on a carnival job.

You have weight, but it is thick and slimy and moveable, like a glob of remorseless slime built up in a forgotten bathroom sink. Or something heavier, filled with beans or sand or stuffing.

A doll, maybe? Oh, yes.

A doll. A ragdoll. The kind your grandparents gifted you when you were little, because it’s what they grew up with on the dusty old farm, and your parents cooed over her yarn hair and homespun look.

But you shoved her onto the decorative chair in the corner of your bedroom and never played with her because you wanted something chic and fun, a doll with brushable hair and clothes that came off. 

Now you’re stuck in that corner chair, or you would be, except Mahito wants to play with you. Likes to play with you. Likes to hold you, like he’s doing now, humming and holding out one hand so all of your weight slides to one side and the only thing keeping you upright is the grip of his fingers.

Then flopping you to the other side, and doing it again, and again. Then holding you close and down, like he’s dipping you in a dance. 

He could let you go and you’d fall, a heap, onto the floor. Would it hurt? Maybe the rest of you would.

But not your back. Not your spine. He replaced it all with gelatin or goo or slime or whatever he’d decided upon, after you’d begged and begged and begged. Chronic back pain was a bitch. Chronic back pain when you were sleeping on floors and hammocks was bitchier. 

“It hurts so much. I can’t stand it. Please, please, please.”

And he’d tickled his fingers up your back–it hurt, too–and smiled down.

“You really want me to fix you?”

And you did, and he did, and here you are now.

Weighty and weightless all the same, his pretty ragdoll. 

Only he can brush your hair and change your clothes and maybe that will keep him from shoving you into the corner and forgetting about you. 

The thought is too far back to be anything more than a gnat you’ll swat when it comes closer, though. Because your spine is jello, sure, sure, sure. But it doesn’t hurt. And you can’t strain a ligament or herniate a disc when there’s nothing there to hurt, can you? 

It doesn’t hurt, for once, and that’s enough.

Mahito drops you low, again, catching you before your head smacks against the concrete.

He smiles. 

So do you.

[volvolts]

i have this headcanon that baby philip used to play with animal bones and caleb made him the mask in hopes that it'll stop him from touching bones (it didnt)

also bonus evelyn

[care666bear]

[zuzu-draws]

Rest Easy, He's in a good mood right now.

[spooky-activity]

Finally warping outta there

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[turtleblogatlast]

Imo the most impressive thing Leo’s done is hold this pose for as long as he did while covered head to toe in gold paint: