#but with accident of course

[batsyheere]

Duke, who is tired of being bullied for still having only a few spots checked off on vigilante bingo, decides to get even when family game night includes Never Have I Ever. Danny, who is either a friend or basically adopted family at this point, was invited.

He brings up the fact that he has never died and been brought back to life. Multiple fingers are put down, groans and complaints are made, and then they all turn to Danny when he just stares at the ground.

"If it happened more than once, do I put more fingers down? Or just the one?" he asks. The room falls silent for a few seconds before the flood of questions start.

[5ftboy]

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Blooper Reel

[koszmarnybudyn]

He is alive yayyy!!!! And has returned to his natural state, scrappy and sopping wet.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Let the revenge games begin.

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[captain-rickbond]

Halloween Ghosts swap

okay @bitchytidalwavebouquetworld-blog I drew Ben dressed as a caveman… kinda? - request + bonus Laz

rickbond version? but not really ↴

[starseeker95]

Do not complain to me about how hard it is to navigate ao3 on mobile, young one. I hid under the bleachers and read Spirk fanfics on a BlackBerry during gym class. We are not the same.

[columboscreens]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

To be completely and utterly painful, my assumption was that Erik had either already died before Logan and Charles went on the run, or Erik was one of the people Charles killed during that seizure.

its actually wild how youve both decided to kill me today it's not even 8AM

[roguemonsterfucker]

One time, many years ago, we had some extended family staying over at our house. We don’t do that anymore and this story is partially why.

I don’t remember the exact situation, but at the same time we had these family members staying at our house, we also had to make the five hour trip to my grandparents house for a day trip there.

So our guests were still at our house when we left and they were going to leave while we were gone for the day. So they were the last people in our house for the hours and hours we were away from home until we got back late that night.

When we returned home to the empty house, to my parents horror, we found our refrigerator door wide open. Everything in it was warm to the touch.

Little kid me watched my family clean out the refrigerator, throwing away my favorite foods because they were no longer safe for consumption.

Now, little kid me was pretty darn smart in their own way. I remembered that my younger sibling had medication that was refrigerated. Medication we had taken with us on the long trip.

So, seeing that everything in the refrigerator was ruined and being thrown away, I voiced a positive thought.

“At least the medicine wasn’t in the refrigerator.”

And my poor parents who were certainly in a sour mood having to throw away so much food found this hilarious. And it quickly became our phrase for when things were bad but could be worse.

[sealbuffed]

💢repressing compulsion💢

[downsteepy]

i dont think i want to paint anything ever again

[beatcroc]

i already wrote up a whole essaypost about the dynamic for these two but it's funnier to summarize it like this. also it's the only way youre gonna see anything resembling fp getting closure abt any of this :^) [x]

[abyss55199794]

60s sastiel. i just know they live in a polyamourous community together

[binah-beloved]

Binah core suppression. She's rampaging throughout the facility. The Extraction team has technically disbanded, but you're still in Lobotomy Corporation.

The Arbiter wants to tear this place to shreds. What do you do? How does she feel about you? How does she ACT around you?

(What if she sends a pillar down the hall and, God forbid, it may hit you? What if you rush into a containment unit, fearing a meltdown, and it's enough to weaken her?)

she stops

she simply stops, watching you from the hallway. clawed carapace twitching at her sides. the Arbiter steps closer. once. twice. she stands before you, intimidating and terribly strong, able to kill you with the flick of a wrist. but she doesn't. instead, she kneels. she kneels before you, all armor and spines and wood patterns, holds her hands out to you. imploring, pleading for you to come closer, to not be afraid of her. the Arbiter lets out an odd sound when you slowly reach back, a rasping, metallic hum low in her throat as she pulls you into her arms, head pressing against yours. it's cold. she's cold. every inch of ice clinging and melting into you. the screams and sobs of the facility dull as the Arbiter manages to speak, crackling and heavy

"Don't go."

you don't. you hold her tightly in your arms, shaking from fear and exhaustion and worry. and she just leans into the embrace, silently desperate. like this, everything she caged away comes flooding out, culminating in a need to be close, to know you're safe. her head against your shoulder, grasping the back of your uniform. so many times, so many cycles. so many instances of your death. not again- never again, and not by her hand. you cannot die again, she won't allow it. to leave her wasting away, wishing she could follow you into endless sleep. she's never allowed to. an Arbiter never rests

her claws cup your cheeks, gently, and Binah allows herself to weep

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want you whipped into shape!

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[spooksier]

THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE DID Y2K