#boddied

[so-i-macedup-abit]

hi shoutout to @deadmans-artcoffin101 for reawakening my skullgirls hyperfix anyways HEY GUYS DID YOU KNOW IM ELIZAS NUMBER ONE STAN I HEART ELIZA GIRLBOSS SHES SO FUCKING COOL I LOVE HORRIBLE OLD PEOPLE SO MUCH SO IM MERGING TWO OF MY MOST FAVORITE HORRID PEOPLE TOGETHER

not rly merge but you get the idea

and bonus concepts ill finish after exams :33

slowly learning how to draw kc and turbo again by taking insp from other artists

[polarspaz]

-More Horror Bros AU doodles! I also updated Tim's werewolf design.

-Dick ALWAYS breaks when Tim gives him the sad puppy dog eyes. Bruce and Damian are also surprisingly weak against it.

-Tim likes to wear shirts that belong to either Bruce or Kon. Bruce's scent calms him down and makes him feel safe, while Kon's scent reminds me of the sun and makes him giddy. Tim will never admit this though, he will also never admit how embarrassed he is about how Kon's shirt is STILL too big for him, even as a werewolf.

-I said before that Jason can't eat, but I think I might make change that and make him have to eat brains, animal ones at least. It gross. So, so, gross and when Jason is feeling especially devious, he'll make digusting noises while eating, just to make Tim gag.

-When they got cursed, Dick was the first to go down and started coughing up his teeth, along with halve of his blood. Jason rushed over to help, but his own skin began to rot and peel off. Damian was hunched over next to Tim, clutching his throat while gasping for breath as tiny green fish scales blossomed all over his skin. Tim had only a moment to act and manged to grab Damian and yeet him into the harbor before he himself began to transform.

[inheritedbelly]

Cursed Halloween Costume

My gaze traveled up and down Marco's completely transformed body as I tried to absorb what I had become myself. He was… colossal. Every muscle looked like a block of stone, his arms thick and strong, his chest defined, and even his face was more square and charming. Of course, the Hercules of the party. And me? When I looked down at myself, all I saw was a round belly, a tight white shirt, and a cigar that seemed glued to my mouth, already half-burned and letting out smoke. My calloused hand couldn’t stop touching my giant belly; it was a funny sensation.

— Stop flaunting those arms near me! They’re not even yours! — I said bitterly, my voice slipping out deeper and hoarser than usual. I almost jumped back, startled by the sound. Is this my voice now? With the jump, I felt my belly sway from side to side; that was strange.

Marco looked at me, more confused than before, but with a glint of amusement that made me even angrier. He was looking at me, holding back laughter. He looked stunning, as if he had stepped out of a Greek sculpture. And me? A fat, old, hairy cowboy with a belly and man-boobs resting on my stomach. Just breathing made my shirt tighten, the fabric practically begging to burst open. — Dude, what just happened? — Marco asked, flexing his massive arms, not hiding his fascination with being a “living legend.” — We should take these things off, — I retorted, trying to suck my belly in unsuccessfully. I’m not going out like this; there’s no way I can explain this to my parents!

That was the worst attempt ever. The shirt seemed to cling to me with hatred. As I pulled it off, my belly jiggled like jelly, and when I looked in the mirror, damn! I never thought I’d be this fat one day. I felt the wind on my hairy arm and got chills. Marco, more relaxed, started taking off his costume too. I tried not to stare too much at his massive body, but God, what jealousy! I should have picked the Hercules costume. There I was, waiting for something to happen while trying not to topple forward with my weight. As we removed the last pieces… nothing happened!

I looked at myself, growing more anxious by the second. My sweaty hands — large and rough — told me something was wrong. It was as if my own body had betrayed me. My heart started racing, my belly gently swaying with each beat. — Marco, what’s happening? Why haven’t we gone back to normal?

Marco blinked a few times, unsure of what to say, before grabbing his phone and showing me the contact for the store where we bought the costumes. It was a simple number from some random Halloween shop. I dialed, trying to control my breathing, which was now heavy, every moment reminding me of how tight the shirt was against my body. The attendant answered with a calmness that only worsened my mood.

— Look, — I said, my voice coming out even deeper and more authoritative. — We bought some costumes from you and… I don’t know, I think there’s something wrong with them. I need you to reverse this immediately.

— Sir, the costumes have an additional cost to be undone, — the attendant replied, her tone suggesting she had been expecting a call like this. — Just a reminder that all items were purchased with an understanding of the risks involved.

— Risks? Are you kidding me? — My voice turned even harsher. I felt sweat trickle down my forehead as my belly protested, demanding more space. — We paid good money for this to be turned into freaks!

After hearing my complaints, the attendant let out a dry laugh.

— I see that you gentlemen aren’t fond of your new bodies. — There was a hint of disdain in her voice, as if she was enjoying my frustration. — Well, that’s unfortunate. You know, we like to keep rude customers trapped in the form they despise the most.

And then the line went dead.

I stared at the phone for a few seconds, unsure whether to laugh or smash the device against the wall. But the only thing I could manage was to look at Marco and say:

— What did she mean by “keeping us like this forever?”

I felt my face heat up, my chest rising and falling with a heavy, uncomfortable breath. I glanced down again, and that volume of my belly stared back at me, almost like a cruel irony of a malicious fate. I had never felt such an uncomfortable weight, nor a fatigue that came simply from existing.

Marco, still unsure of what to do, began to try to calm me down.

— Roy, maybe there’s a way. She must not have been serious; she just wanted to scare us.

— Scare us? Look at me, Marco! — I shouted, and once again, I was startled by the tone of my own voice. — I’m not me anymore. I’m this… this disgusting cowboy, smelling of tobacco with a sagging belly! Maybe it’s easier for you as a big, handsome man!

And then it dawned on me that maybe he was right; that this could be permanent.

A year has passed since the cursed transformation happened. Looking at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the man reflected back. The grumpy, fat cowboy I had become had become part of me, a weight I couldn't bear. It was as if I were that grumpy uncle who lives unhappily with relatives, and to make matters worse, my younger brother now thought I was Santa Claus, calling me "grandpa" with an innocence that only irritated me further.

My body, once young and agile, was now a mountain of flabby flesh and hair, as if every passing day was a new reminder of what I had lost. My clothes no longer fit, and the new ones only seemed to accentuate how far I was from my former self. God, how I wished I could be young again—I thought often. Meanwhile, Marco, with his sculpted body, sailed through life as if he were meant to shine. He was happy, and in a way, I couldn't feel angry at him for it. Our friendship had become strange; often, we exchanged longer glances, as if there was something more between us. My God, I must be going crazy, I caught myself thinking, trying not to confront the confusion that our new dynamic was generating.

I would do anything to go back to who I was, even lose a few pounds—at least that would give me a bit of the self-esteem that had been lost in this aging body. But the reality was that acceptance had never come. Every day was a struggle against the reflection, against the role I had been forced to live. On that Halloween night, as I watched children having fun in costumes, a part of me still dreamed of wearing an outfit that wasn't a symbol of my own misery.

[futurama]

what the hale

[the-knife-consumer]

Diversity loss

[sappiscrying]

MICHAEEELLLL! DONT LEAVE ME HERE!!!

[meowmeow1meow]

drew the scene where bonesaw was just talkin to taylor and sawing her head open probably one of my favourite scenes in worm ill just bonesaw properly one day…

[localratwithcowboyhat]

Ahw what’s this, the Human nervous system what a silly lill guy look at him. Look at him CAUSING ME SO MANNY FUCKING PROBLEMS

[zal-cryptid]

I have 500+ asks in my ask box, so I couldn't find the one asking, "What if Jen's victims were also sent to Toyland? What kind of toys would they become? How would Jen and Tammy react?" Well, here you go:

Ironic, they bullied Jen for having a body that was different from their own, and now Jen gets to use their bodies as her own.

[polarspaz]

MEANWHILE UPSTAIRS.....

From the Knowing Too Much AU.

Summary: Tim is working on a case when Cassandra unintentionally scares the shit outta him. His abrupt scream accidently summons an Eldritch being into the manor, much to Alfred's shock and dismay.

[gabriellemkari]

Drew, draw, drawn

[hardkore4lyfe]

Heather Strain 10/10

[caspertheconfused]

we needed a twink in security breach

and we finally have him

[hoggies]

[dasistmeinpferd]

it isn't the same but it is enough