#ehehhe

[nestedfeathers]

Siblings am i rite?

[nartothelar]

in the lanes! 🎳✨

go for the spare!! full speed ahead!

[krysissy]

How much do you want to bet Shadow panicked for a hot second when he realised Sonic wasn’t in his arms once they got back to Green Hill?

I'm willing to bet my life.

[canines-crown]

Being wolfkin and also death conceptkin got me feeling like

[monoreel]

SEVEN (2023)

[arkeusruin]

Aeon setting up a weird little quintosis trigger in dew's mind without him realizing and then when they're in band practice and Aeon does a little slide maneuver and something just clicks in dew's mind and he's just rahhhhh

[entomolog-t]

ME TO! I ALSO WANT AN AOTOGRAPH!

Sorry I ran out of paper-

[spaceknifes]

[black clover oc]

a switcharoo

[crabmaster64]

HABIT ART GRAHHH 🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇

[itsaboutbee]

Kai is a horrible weapon smith, but boy does he make the prettiest jewellery youll ever see in your life

[cephalopaints]

more hypno shade frye and shiver pls :3c

at first i didnt know if you meant both of them with hypno shades or just frye like it was originally so i did both

[herzspalter]

Fuck it, OC Charm

After request to do so and also because I just think it's fun, I'm making some OC charms! First of is Lionel from my comic The Devil's Favourites !

Gonna sell him at Herofest 2023 in October and will put him online afterwards!

[your-ne1ghbor]

RFTS Magnifico and TKoRaT Magnifico meet

(OKAY I FINALLY GOT THE AU NAME RIGHT @oh-shtars 😭)

Also my headcannon is that every Magnifico recardinated just actively hates mice because of Mickey Mouse lmaoo

Oh yeah, and our star homies are at it again, but both are just collectively horrified of the Maggy verse hahah-

Idk what power set their magnifico has, so thats why I just gave him fire powers for fun lol

And yes, my Magg hates fire and just loves vines

Also sorry if the design isn't accurate, I tried to make it as accurate as possible to the refrence design xd

Also incase if you couldn't read what they were saying...:

TKoRaT Star: This is not gonna end well for us..

RFTS Star: Nodding

RFTS Maggy: Heh Short

TKoRaT Maggy: SHUSH

RFTS Maggy: Your daughter has terrible taste- (they both found out that Asha likes Star Boy smh)

TKoRaT Maggy: I KNWOOOOWW ��💀dies

AND YES.

My Maggy is short. Idk I just think it would be sort of funny if Maggy was although tall, he isn't as tall as Amaya or the other versions of himself, just being slightly smaller.

Anyways, imma burn my eyes again as I watch Wish for like...I think this is actually the 20th time, but I legit just lost track sm

[ichangemyusertoomuch]

ik it's rly hard, but choose one :]

[silvercap]

Can I have whip and infection for thw prompt list? If not, just whip is fine :)

For sure ;) (For this prompt list)

Whip/Infection

The whip comes down with a violent crack, a flash of fiery pain licking Leon's split flesh as he jerks against the chains holding his hands above his head and sucks in a ragged breath. He can barely see through the reflexive tears blurring him vision, lost in a haze until another snap of leather drags him back to momentary awareness with a strangled scream. The metal grating of the cargo ship digs painfully into his knees through the fabric of his tactical pants, stifling air doing little to soothe the inflamed, angry wounds opening on his back with every lash.

His muscles lock up when yet another comes down, the twentieth--thirtieth? He's lost count--strangled cry scraping through his trachea. Strands of damp hair hang limply in front of his eyes, teeth chattering despite the heat. He can't breathe right.

Leon hazes in and out of consciousness as blows continue to rain down, time warping in the wake of the all-encompassing burn. He comes back to himself just long enough to find two of the sailors untying his hands, the bearded man he recognizes vaguely as their leader stepping forwards to crouch in front of Leon's limp form.

"Let's hope you've learned your lesson, hm?" He sneers, nodding to the sailors. They hoist Leon to his feet by the arms, the pain of muscles flexing along his back enough to send Leon spiralling into darkness. He only returns to daylight when his body hits the floor of the cell they've been keeping him in, a tiny moan all he can manage as the agony races up and down his mangled back. He sobs.

"The hell did they do to you, rookie?" a gruff voice asks, and then there are large hands on Leon's shoulders, holding him in place as he tries and fails to lift his head.

"Krauser," he slurs, and blacks out.

He drifts for a long time, eyelids flickering open every so often. Whatever he sees must not make sense, because he dips back under every time, sleep drawing him into its soothing embrace. All the while, the flames grow in intensity, burning down through his damaged back and into the rest of his body. The next time he manages to pry his eyelids apart, his very bones have been turned to embers, whimpering at the sheer agony that seems to pulse through every fibre.

"Hang in there," Krauser says from above, broad figure barely visible when Leon turns his head weakly to the side. His lips are dry, throat parched when he tries to speak. There's something damp on the back of his neck, a spot of coolness that does little to put out the fire. He shivers.

"Wha--" Leon swallows, panting for breath. "What--"

"Take it easy. They did a damn number on you." A cool hand comes down on Leon's forehead, the relief of it prompting a groan. "You've got yourself a hell of an infection, too."

"Feel like a pirate," Leon mumbles with a strained laugh. "Didn't know they still whipped people like--"

"Shut up, Kennedy. The last thing I need is to hear your jokes."

There's something musty and stiff beneath Leon's cheek, the sight of a dingy, water-stained mattress swimming into focus as he groans tightly and clenches his fingers against it.

"Hurts," he moans, panic and nausea fluttering in his chest. The fire has grown excruciating, every broken nerve in his back screaming out from the abuse it's suffered. "Krauser--"

"Breathe." The cool cloth dabs at his bare shoulders, swiping over his cheek a second later. Leon leans into it as much as he can, a brief flash of comfort to the fever charring his insides. He tries to do as Krauser says, but the agony is too much to bear.

With a whine, he lets it swallow him up, slipping into a fitful sleep that does nothing to stop the pain from following.

[circusislife]

ok, on a scale of one to ten, how obvious is it that I've just discovered a new corner of tumblr and gained a new hyperfixation?