#days 16-20

[marshmallowcat666]

Smaugust prompts by Pencilcat!

Smaugust days 16-20;

Day 16 Cyber, two robot ocs as dragons named Brianna and Polly

Day 17 Deity, I attempted a scene here and I hate it but it’s fine

Day 18 Fire, old oc named Shawn breathing fire because I was tired

Day 19 Cute, back to the symmetry tool :3 an oc I made from this open species named Chayih

Day 20 Levitate, Lunar from sams as a dragon :3

[daily-kinitopet]

Day 16

Biblically accurate Kinito height or smth

[witchinatree]

i know the whole "do you think jon ever used his powers to Know what his parents looked like" thing is far more devastating than this but what if he tried using his powers to remember original sasha? jon and sasha always seemed closer than the rest, he picked her (and tim) to work with him and tolerated a lot more nonsense from her than anyone else (using his password to access his computer [161], debating his pronunciation of calliope [25], etc)

and ofc jon and martin became significantly closer as the podcast went on, but in the beginning he was cruel to martin when he gave a statement but accepting of sasha? idk i think their friendship was a lot deeper than we realized (ESPECIALLY since his first murder in season 5 was because NotThem provoked him about sasha) and i think jon wouldve used his powers to Know the original sasha, not sure if it wouldve worked though

so so sorry to distract from the post but can yall read the tags for me because i suffered immensely for this post

[serickswrites]

Not Qualified

Warnings: blood, wounds, gunshot wound, bleeding, hospital reference

The pounding on the door had Villain jumping. They had been fully prepared to settle in for a quiet night alone. They needed it. It had been a rough week at work and they wanted time to process and blow off steam. The door pounded again. Who could possibly be beating on their door?

Villain opened the door and frowned. Hero leaned on their door frame, one hand draped across a bleeding gunshot wound in their gut, the other braced against the door for support. "H-Hey, V-Villain."

"What do you want?" Villain felt like this could be a trap. It had to be a trap. Why else would Hero be here if not to hurt them?

"I.....I need some help."

"And I'm the person you come to? That's rich," Villain said coldly. This was definitely a trap.

Hero's face fell. They blinked heavily. "I.....I h-h-had n-n-no onnnnnnee el-el-else."

"That's not good." Villain still didn't move to admit Hero into their home. This could still be a trap. But as Hero leaned more and more on the threshold without lashing out, Villain began to suspect that Hero was telling the truth.

"Y-Yeah," Hero said weakly.

Villain could see Hero's legs wobble as they tried to support themself. "Well, fuck. I am absolutely not qualified for this shit," they gestured at Hero's bloody wound. "But I know a place where they are very discreet and can help."

"TH-Th-Thanks," Hero mumbled.

Villain pulled Hero's arm over their shoulder. "Come on. Let's go get you patched up and you can tell me all about how you ended up on my doorstep bleeding from a gunshot wound in your guts."

"Th-Th-Thanks," Hero repeated as they stumbled along with Villain.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[al-luviec]

juvie buddies

[nonetoon]

Caught-on-Tober Week 3: The Party 🎉 🎈

15. Chit Chat / 16. Game Night / 17. The Playlist / 18. Halloween TV Movies / 19. Taking A Break / 20. Down the Hall to the Right / 21. Who Invited ..?

[k2-truther]

Cursed by being a Fabian fan, having to think about Hallariel Seacaster. Queen of being out of focus. Truly just a ghost of a character. I need a supecut of the scenes with her just to study her under a microscope. As far as I recall we do not get a single second of interiority from her.

And of course this bare sketch of a character happens to be surrounded by some of the most screen stealing, scenery munching characters in the entire show. Gilear! Bill! Fabian himself! Like when Bill fucks up as a parent you also have many scenes of him being a deeply facinating and fun character. When Hallariel fucks up you have...???? Well you for sure have the mistakes she's made and the damage she's done.

Neglect is a marked absence though, I suppose. The hole where somebody should be. An absent mother being absent from the text. It works, but still. Who the hell is Hallariel Seacaster?

[strawberryswitchblader]

day 1 of tumblr polls: omg so fun! everyone vote for your favourite character lol

day 16 of tumblr polls: we are drowning in vanilla extract no land in sight you are coming down with me hand in unloveable hand 

[kashilascorner]

for @queer-ragnelle May Day Parade. May 17-21: Grumpy Month of Kay {Seneschal Celebration}

I have been here since before you became yourself: a collection of Kays (and Arthurs)

Chulhwch and Olwen / Camelot (2011) ep. 1 / Vulgate Cycle: The Story of Merlin / La Morte D'Arthur (Sir Thomas Malory) / The Once and Future King, book 1 The Sword in the Stone (TH White) / Sir Kay's coat of arms / Matthew 16:19 / Under cover of darkness (The Strokes) / Arthur of the Britons (1972) ep. 3 / Vulgate Cycle / Camelot (2011) / Icarus (The Crane Wives) / Idylls of the queen (Phyllis Ann Karr) / Hey Brother (Aviicii) / The High History of the Holy Graal (aka Perlesvaus), trans. Sebastian Evans / Camelot (2011) / Alliterative Morte Arthure, trans. Richard Scott-Robinson / Icarus (The Crane Wives)

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

sbs sold their soul to disney too along with the streaming rights for the judge from hell WDYM it's only 14 episodes??? does just 2 more episodes traditional style were too much for them?????

[the-adventures-of-dave]

✨Free to a good home!!! 🐱✨

Looking for someone who enjoys:

Late night soap opera level drama

Debate Club (12am - 2am)

Mysterious thumps in the night

Rattling doors to blur the line between nightmares and reality when you are half asleep

A beautiful singing voice designed to carry kilometres through the jungle

Fight Club (2am-4am)

Snack time (brought to you by the “”””cat proof”””” treat bin)

A sudden desire to throw hands

Priority given to those that are heavily caffeinated, have no love for the concept of sleep, or are afraid of the sun.

[marshmallowcat666]

So I actually have a legitimate reason for not finishing smaugust! I lost my stylus which I use to draw and was really frustrated so I just was like I’m not finishing this and stopped. However, months later and after I thankfully found the stylus, I was bored and wanted to draw dragons! So I’ma try and finish smaugust now

Days 16-20 of Smaugust

Day 16 Bat

Made a bat dragon design!

Day 17 Avian

Made a bird dragon design!

Day 18 Nudibranch

Nudibranch dragon design

Day 19 Moth

Moth!!! Dragon!!!

Day 20 Fire

A skysilk Wof hybrid oc I made for a palette expression challenge and recently redesigned

Find all the prompts plus the discord here on pencilcat's official post!

[daily-kinitopet]

Day 17

Is this form more to your liking?

[serickswrites]

Spare

Part 2

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, self sacrifice, forced to watch, drowning, mcd

"Please," Caretaker sobbed as Whumper stalked towards them, "please spare me, Whumper. Spare me." They couldn't stand this. Any of this. Whumper would torture them, kill them even, if given the chance. They couldn't let that happen to them.

"Why would I do that, Caretaker? Your terror is absolutely delightful. Especially compared to how stoic Whumpee is. I would much rather hurt someone who is openly afraid. It's much more," Whumper paused dramatically as they stopped short of Caretaker, "enjoyable."

Caretaker pulled on the cuffs keeping them restraint. "Please, please, spare me!"

"Take me instead," Whumpee offered quietly. They hadn't said much said Caretaker had screamed at them to shut up. Caretaker had wailed and wailed for hours, cursing Whumper and blaming Whumpee for being trapped.

"We're in this mess because of you!" Caretaker shouted when Whumpee had tried to comfort them. "I wish I had never listened to you!"

"I'm sorry, Caretaker. It's going to be ok. We're going to be ok."

"Whumper is going to torture us and kill us! How is that ok? I wish I had never listened to you. I hate you! I wish I never met you!"

Whumpee went silent after that. Caretaker hadn't cared. They were too absorbed in their own panic to care. Whumper was going to torture them both. They had to find a way out.

"Take me instead," Whumpee repeated. They didn't look at Caretaker. They didn't sound afraid. They stared at Whumper, their determination clear.

"You're volunteering for this?" Whumper cocked a brow. "You could die, Whumpee. Are you sure? You don't want to let Caretaker go in your place? They said some awful things earlier."

Whumpee nodded. "Take me. Hurt me. Leave Caretaker alone."

Whumper's grin grew. "Very well then, this will be fun, I can tell. You're going to prove to be quite the challenge, Whumpee." Whumper hurried over and unhooked Whumpee from the chains, still keeping their wrists cuffed. "We'll see how long you last. The brave ones either go pretty fast, or they last for a long time. Which flavor are you?"

Whumpee thrust their chin out. "You'll get to find out, but you can't hurt Caretaker."

Whumper nodded. "Yes, yes. Hurt you. Only you. Leave Caretaker alone. No problem."

Whumpee walked willingly with Whumper over to the large tub in the center of the room. It was rusty in spots and filled with cold, cold water. "Kneel," Whumper commanded.

Whumpee slowly got to their knees. They still didn't look at Caretaker. They stared straight ahead. Caretaker was too afraid to say anything. Too afraid to draw attention to themself. Surely Whumper would hold Whumpee under a few times and then leave them in a sopping sobbing mess.

"Let's see how long you can hold your breath for," Whumper said as they kicked Whumpee's legs wide and knelt between them. They held Whumpee briefly to their chest before shoving Whumpee's head below the surface.

Whumpee, to their credit, held very still for a while. They didn't move. Didn't thrash. Didn't try to buck Whumper off. They merely let their head be held under the water.

"Well this is dull," Whumper said as they held Whumpee's head beneath the water. "Let's make this more interesting." They punched Whumpee in the ribs hard.

Caretaker could see bubbles rush from Whumpee's lips. "That's cheating, Whumper! They weren't fighting!"

"Exactly," Whumper said as they put all their weight on the hand keeping Whumpee's head beneath the water. Whumpee bucked and thrashed wildly beneath Whumper's hand. "This is much more fun."

"They're drowning. You're killing them!" Caretaker shouted. Their heart hammered in their chest, fearing for Whumpee's life.

"They won't drown yet," Whumper said as they lifted Whumpee's head from the water. Whumpee gasped and choked, water spewing from their lips. "See? Not dead."

Before Whumpee could get a good breath or Caretaker could say anything, Whumper shoved Whumpee's head below the surface again. "Please! Don't kill them!" Caretaker begged. They had wanted to be spared. They had wanted to be safe. But they didn't want it to come at the cost of Whumpee being drowned to death.

"Killing them too quick will ruin my fun. I want this to last as long as possible."

Whumper repeated the process countless times. Caretaker's throat was raw from shouting at Whumper. But it hadn't mattered. Whumper had kept their word and only went after Whumpee. Caretaker remained untouched.

"Let's see if you can last just a bit longer, Whumpee. If you do, you're the longest lasting toy I've ever had. Isn't that wonderful?"

Whumpee's eyes were unfocused. Their chest heaved and it was unclear if they could even hear Whumper. Caretaker had to figure a way out. Whumpee couldn't last much longer.

Whumper shoved Whumpee completely into the tub, submerging Whumpee in the icy water. "This is much more fun this way."

"Whumper!" Caretaker shouted as Whumper stepped into the tub, pressing one boot on Whumpee to keep them below the water. Whumpee's legs flailed wildly as they tried to kick out. "Whumper! Let them go! Don't kill them, Whumper!"

Whumpee's foot connected with Whumper's knee and Whumper stumbled. With a growl, Whumper kicked Whumpee in the face. They knelt in the water, pinning Whumpee completely. Caretaker hollered and yelled for Whumper to stop, but Whumper couldn't hear over the splashing water. Whumper punched Whumpee over and over. Their anger was unrelenting. Rage contorted their features into a grotesque mask of anger.

Slowly, Whumpee's frantic kicking stopped. Slowly, Whumpee's thrashing in the water stopped. Slowly, the water grew still once more.

"Let them up, they can't breathe!" Caretaker urged Whumper.

But Whumper didn't acknowledge them. They ignored Caretaker and instead glared down at Whumpee beneath the water. "Whumper! Whumper!" Caretaker tried again. But Whumper ignored them.

Finally, after what felt an age, Whumper stood up. Caretaker didn't let out the breath they were holding. They wouldn't, not until they could see Whumpee breathing again. "Well, so much for longest lasting toy," Whumper finally said.

"What?" Caretaker's blood froze. No. No. This couldn't be true.

"I don't think anyone could have survived that, Caretaker. Whumpee's good, but five minutes below the water good? I don't think so."

"NO!"

Whumper reached beneath the water and grabbed Whumpee by the throat and lifted. Whumpee's head lolled in Whumper's hands. Their hair was plastered to their face, obscuring their features from view. Their limbs hung limply as Whumper lifted them higher. "Not my longest lasting, but certainly one of my most fun."

"Whumpee, Whumpee, say something!"

Whumper rolled their eyes. "Caretaker I told you, no one could have survived that long. Whumpee can't answer you. They're dead. See?"

Whumper tossed Whumpee like a ragdoll towards Caretaker. Whumpee landed in a heap where they remained unmoving. This couldn't be happening. Couldn't be true. Whumper stalked over and kicked Whumpee onto their back. Their body offered no resistance as they rolled.

"Whumpee, please," Caretaker whispered, refusing to believe Whumper. Whumper had lied before. Because if Whumper was telling the truth, then Whumpee had died in their place. After they said all of those awful things. Caretaker wouldn't be able to live with themself if this were true.

"Look, Caretaker, look," Whumper said with a dark chuckle as they brushed Whumpee's sopping hair off their face.

Something broke inside Caretaker as they stared into Whumpee's half lidded eyes. Something broke as they stared at Whumpee's slack jaw, their lips parted for the gulp of air they would never get. Something broke as they stared at Whumpee's lifeless body.

Caretaker sobbed, unable to articulate anything into words. This was their fault. This was all their fault. Whumpee was dead because they had been a coward. And they had said terrible things to Whumpee. And now Whumpee was dead. Had died thinking Caretaker hated them. Had died for Caretaker.

"Still," Whumper said as they stared down into Whumpee's lifeless eyes, "one of the most fun toys I've ever had. It's a shame they had to break."

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[underforeversgrace]

fang u for ur help

DannyMay2023 Day 16: Fangs

title: fang u for ur help

words: 341

Summary: Danny has fangs?

No warnings apply.

~~~~~~

Danny grumbled, his forehead pressed against the park table while the phone against his ear rang, Sam and Tucker’s barely concealed giggles to either side of him.

“Vlad Masters speaking.” He said as soon as he picked up the phone. Of course he couldn’t say something normal like ‘hello’ or ‘how can I help you?’ when answering calls from an unknown number.

“Is ghost puberty a thing?” Danny asked immediately and Sam and Tucker absolutely lost their shit, devolving into loud guffaws.

“Excuse me?” Vlad answered, baffled. If Danny weren’t so miserable, it would be hilarious.

“Ghost puberty. Is it a thing?”

“Unfortunately.” Vlad said.

Danny just groaned, beginning to slightly hit his head against the table.

“Oh shit, it is?” Tucker asked. Danny gave a small hum of confirmation.

“Great. Fucking. Great.” Danny mumbled into the phone.

“I, ah… didn’t think you’d have to go through it for several more years.” Vlad actually sounded almost apologetic.

“Not going through it yet,” Danny said, ignoring how weird this conversation was. “But figured I’d better ask since I’m fucking teething.”

“Your fangs are coming in? Has it really already been two years?”

“You don’t have fangs when you’re human!” Danny (definitely not did not) whined.

“I did for a little while. Eventually it goes away and will just be on your ghost side. I’m assuming you’ve already discovered over the counter pain relievers do nothing?”

“My entire head hurts.” Danny said as a not-answer.

Vlad sighed. “Truce? It’s going to get worse.”

“What the fuck do you mean it gets worse?”

“It gets… much worse.”

Danny just hit his head harder against the table. Was this helping? No it was not. But there was no ghost around to punch the ectoplasm out of.

“Come by in a few hours. We’ll talk.”

“Fine.” Danny grumbled. Vlad said nothing else, ending the call.

“So how’d the talk about puberty with your sworn enemy go?” Sam teased.

“Dude, what is your life that this a thing you have to do?” Tucker added.

Danny banged his head again. “Shut up.”

[nordfjording]

Doing the biannual round of checking in on and managing my retirement and high interest savings accounts ($147 dollars)