#happy early easter

[whumpyourdamnpears]

Fruit of the Wicked: Chapter Two

CW: lady whump, male whumper/female whumpee, poc whump (whumpee is a Black woman), age gap whump (whumper is an older man), religious whump (Christianity), use of restraints

Thank you Marz, Gen, and Beck for beta reading <3

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Dani’s feet skipped beneath her as she ran to the other side of the kitchen. Behind her, the man pulled himself up from the wall, still rubbing at his jaw. She had maybe a minute before the shock wore off and he’d catch up with her.

She ran up to the other girl in the cabin, frantic.

The girl was pressing herself back against the counter, breathing heavily, eyes wild and terrified. It hadn’t registered to Dani yet that it might be because of her.

“What are you doing?” Dani demanded, panting. “Run!”

The girl looked at her like she was crazy. It was only when they were in such close proximity to each other that Dani could make out the blonde of her eyebrows, the rosiness in her cheeks. Her piercing blue eyes.

The same features of the man, just arranged differently on her face.

Dani backed away from her, now realizing her mistake. Of course the girl wouldn’t run. Why would she? She was clearly part of the man’s family.

The man started to move forward, and Dani knew it was time to go.

The front door slammed into the wall as Dani yanked it open, swinging as she bounded down the wooden steps leading off the porch. She ran down the dirt driveway and quickly turned to see how far behind her he was, taking in the sight of the small wood cabin she’d just run from. The man rested against the frame of the front door, looking out at her. Blonde hair peeked out from behind him. “Let her run.” Dani barely made out. “She won’t get far.”

Dani staggered to the treeline, still staring behind her, before finally turning back around to run. She didn’t have time to wait for him to follow her. The sun was already starting to set, golden light washing over the woods ahead of her, and she had no idea where the fuck she even was to begin with. She would probably get lost. But being lost in the woods was a lot better than whatever was waiting for her back at that cabin.

It was only a few minutes in when Dani wished she had her shoes. Somewhere between the parking garage and the cabin, she’d lost them. God knows why he’d taken them off of her. Maybe he didn’t want her tracking dirt around his study. Maybe he had a sick perversion for feet. The reason wasn’t important. What was, however, was now she was lacking a very vital form of protection against the elements. No shoes, no socks. Just her bare feet scraping across the various twigs and little stones strewn across the ground in front of her.

Dying sunlight peeked through the trees as Dani continued through. The birds screamed as she passed through, flying up from the brush and into the trees. Her feet were raw. Her ankles were itching like mad. Her chest felt like it was on fire. It was becoming apparent how truly lost she was. There was no end in sight to the trees. There was nothing to follow, no landmarks, nothing to take note of as she ran.

If he didn’t find her, would anyone?

A tree branch floated in Dani’s path. She pushed past it and began to step forward.

A jolt of red-hot pain pulsed through Dani’s legs, sending her careening towards the ground. She couldn’t help the scream that ripped out of her throat as she hit the ground, grasping for the source of the pain. Her ankles were hot to the touch, inflamed and pulsating. She gripped onto one of them as she laid face down in the dirt, gasping for air. The sensation continued, the shocks unrelenting. As Dani’s hands clamped around her ankle, she could feel a small, almost undetectable bump under the hot flesh, a bump that hadn’t been there before. Gasping, Dani let go of her ankle and pushed it away from her.

The shocks stopped.

Dani laid there, staring down at the leg she had just pushed away from her, face burrowed in soil and rotting leaves, stupefied. Her ankle still burned with the aftershock, the muscles of her lower legs cramped and aching, but the source of the pain had simply… stopped. Dani began to pull her ankle back towards her, and as she did, the painful sensation came back to life. She shoved her leg away, and again, the sensation stopped.

What the hell?

She knew she couldn’t stand, as any time Dani pulled her legs towards her, the shocks came back. Tears pricked in Dani’s eyes. This couldn’t be it. She’d tried too hard for this to be the end.

As she began to bury her face into the earth to stifle the keening noise that’d begun to come out of her mouth, she could hear the sound of rumbling in the distance getting closer and closer.

No.

No, no, no.

Eventually, the rumbling of the pickup truck’s engine cut out, and the sound of one of its doors slamming echoed throughout the woods. The birds stopped screaming. Footsteps crunched through the brush, making their way towards her. Eventually, the footsteps reached the clearing, stopping right beside her.

“Are you proud of yourself?” The man asked.

Dani said nothing as she turned her head to look over at him. He stood there, arms crossed and eyebrows cocked as he stared down at her prone form. She could only imagine how pitiful she looked, face down in the dirt, with muddy cheeks from where the dirt and her tears mixed. She quickly wiped her face, sniffing.

“You weren’t very successful, you know. Only got about a mile out before you hit the fence line.” He looked past her, sighing.

Fence line?

As the man reached down to grab her leg, Dani began kicking wildly to avoid his hands, stopping only when another shock hit her ankle. “What am I gonna do with you?” He muttered, wrapping his hand around the bottom of her calf. Her skin burned where he touched her.

As the man pulled her towards him, the movement shifted Dani from her shoulder onto her back, her head bouncing against the earth as he dragged her forward. “You know,” he said, grunting. “I think there’s a lesson to be learned here. And I’m getting the feeling you only learn with experience.” He twisted her around so her foot was just over where she’d been laying, her back a few feet behind it. “You see, years ago, I had an electric fence dug around the property for situations just like this. Now, you don’t got a collar on or nothin’ to set it off, then you could just find a way to take it off, but I found another means to get the same reaction.” He fondled the skin around her ankle, and as he did, a small lump rolled around under his fingertips.

Son of a bitch.

“It seems like you already found out what happens when you step onto the fence line, but I think it’d be good for the both of us if we revisited that.”

Before Dani could say a word, the man was already dragging her back over the spot where she had fallen. Try as she might, the scream that ripped out of her throat once her leg made contact with the fence couldn’t be stopped. The fire erupting from her ankle traveled up her leg and hips and into her chest, burning everything in its path. It was too much. She couldn’t breathe. Her attempts to crawl back from the spot were unsuccessful, as the man’s hold on her ankle was too strong for her to break. She could feel her body begin to flail from the pain, her arms smacking down onto the ground.

Before long, the man pulled her leg off of the fence line. Dani gasped for air as the sensation stopped, going still. Dropping her leg, the man walked to her side, bent down, and quietly said, “Next time you run, I’m leaving you out here.”

Dani laid there for a moment, panting for air, as the man stayed crouched beside her.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

Dani swallowed, nodding.

“And what’ll happen if you try something like this again?”

Dani said nothing. The man began to reach for her leg again. “You’ll leave me out here,” Dani croaked, throat raw from screaming.

“Damn right, I will.” The man glanced behind him and sighed. “It’s getting dark. We better get movin’.”

As the man dug his arm under her legs and back to lift her up, Dani squirmed, uncomfortable from the proximity. The man gave her a scathing look. She stopped squirming. He hoisted her off the ground like she was nothing, carrying her through the brush towards the bed of his red pickup truck. Dani did her best to resist leaning her body against his as he carried her, but there was only so much distance she could put between the two of them while she was in his arms. He was probably strong enough to outpower her physically, if it came to it. Definitely strong enough to toss Dani into the bed of his truck like she was a sack of potatoes.

Dani swore to herself as she hit the truck bed with a resounding thud, curling in on herself once she was in it. She’d fucked up. She had one chance, and she had managed to fuck it up. She should’ve noticed that something weird was going on with her legs. Then she could’ve done something about it, before she decided to make a run for it and effectively fuck up any shot she could’ve had at freedom.

The truck rumbled as it started, and soon it was pulling out of the trees and down the beaten dirt road it drove up on. Dani almost had the mind to throw herself out of the truck bed, but didn’t in the interest of less pain. It didn’t matter. The drive decided to throw her around the truck bed anyways.

It felt like forever when the truck finally pulled to a stop. She could hear the ignition turn off and the keys jingle as they left the key fob before the eventual click and swing of the truck door opening. Dani nearly jumped out of her skin as the door slammed shut, scrambling to sit up before he got to the back of the truck.

When the tailgate swung open, he was there, offering his hand.

“What are you doing?” Dani asked, eyeing his hand in disgust.

“Offering you a hand down.” The man said. “Unless, of course, you’d like to brave the way down yourself.”

Dani glanced down the foot of the truck bed. The drop to the ground was steep, probably too steep for her to jump down onto without her knees buckling. If she fell now, there was no guarantee he’d help her back up.

She took his hand.

The contact was brief, but it made her skin crawl all the same.

As soon as Dani’s feet settled onto the dirt, the man pulled his hand away from hers and started walking back to the cabin. When Dani didn’t follow, he turned around and said, “What, did you think I was gonna help you walk the rest of the way back? You ran out on your own two feet, surely you can walk back on them.”

Asshole, Dani thought to herself as she took a tentative step forward. Her ankles practically screamed as she moved, threatening to give out the further she walked. She took another wobbling step. And another. Every step was hell, but all Dani could do was grit her teeth and keep moving.

Moving got easier once she reached the stair railing that led up to the cabin porch, but hurt more as she pulled herself up the steps. One ankle finally gave out on her when she hit the second step, nearly sending her hurdling down the steps before she threw her body onto the railing. The man said nothing as it happened. He just watched her from the top of the steps, patient as a saint.

When she reached the door frame, she caught a quick glimpse of the girl from before before she disappeared behind the hall wall. The only thing Dani could make out from her were the slender fingers wrapped around the edge of the wall and the wave of hair that hung out from beyond it. Behind Dani came the man, who crossed the cabin within a few strides and stood at the doorway of the study they came from minutes ago, expectant. She limped her way over to him, and then past the doors. The man led her back to the ring in the floor and gestured toward it. “Sit down.” He told her, poking at her ankle with his boot.

Dani trembled as she sat on the floor next to the ring. She should be fighting back, but then what? There was nowhere to run, no escape she’d be able to find tonight. The man clamped the cuff around her ankle, produced the key from around his neck, and locked it into place. “You know, things would’ve been so much easier for you if you hadn’t decided to run.”

“Had to try,” Dani grumbled as the man let go of her ankle.

He didn’t even acknowledge her as he made his way to the door. “We’ll be seeing each other in the morning,” was all he said before shutting and locking the double doors behind him. The lights followed him, plunging Dani into darkness.

She couldn’t help herself as the tears began to pour down her dirty cheeks. She laid herself down onto the floor and curled into a ball, letting the tears run off her face and into her tangled curls. What the hell was she gonna do now? She couldn’t run with whatever the fuck was in her ankles, and she was in the middle of nowhere. Dani had gotten herself into enough situations to know which ones she could and couldn’t get out of on her own. She wasn’t getting out of this one by herself.

Dani hiccuped with sobs. She knew no one was coming. She was going to die here, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy, @generic-whumperz, @lektricwhump, @heartinthehospital, @deluxewhump, @another-whump-sideblog, @pigeonwhumps,

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Spielzeit Bestiary #5: The Marching Hare

In the town of Spielzeit, festivals and holidays are all the rage. When one comes along, this sleepy town wakes up! Even birthday parties are met with the same love and care as Christmas and Halloween. And it is during birthday parties that a certain creature is said to make an appearance.

The Marching Hare, sometimes known as the Birthday Bunny, is described as being a hare or rabbit the size of a human toddler, with pale blonde fur and pitch black eyes. It's strangest characteristic that many claim is that it carries two cymbals, banging them together as it marches, hence its name.

Now, as for its other name, most, if not all of its sightings have been at birthday parties. From there, every description of an encounter with the Marching Hare plays as follows. Partygoers see the Hare in the distance and it starts marching towards them. As it does, it makes strange noises, to the tune of "Happy Birthday". And once it makes it to the party, it leaves a gift, usually a pinecone or piece of fruit, and then marches away, leaving everyone involved confused.

Children, in particular, have taken a liking to the Hare, and have since made a little tradition for their birthday parties. They have a gift on hand for the Hare itself, in case it ever shows up.

Susan Reed, a mother of two, spoke of an encounter with the Hare that occured on her youngest's 5th birthday.

"We had the festivities set up, and everyone was having a great time. Charlotte was so excited, she really believed that this thing would show up and bring her a gift, it was so sweet. I helped her prepare her gift for the Hare, a little thank you card. I don't know if it was watching us the whole time or what, but as soon as we lit the candles on the cake, there it was, about 10 feet away from us. I couldn't believe my eyes, Charlotte was screaming from joy. It marched its way over and placed a pinecone in front of us. Charlotte just walked up to the thing like she knew it and handed it the card. I could have sworn I saw it shed a tear. And it just marched away, like nothing happened. Charlotte still has that pinecone. I've never seen my little girl so happy."

Ranger Angelo Floros has said this in regards to the existence of the Hare.

"What? You think I'd try and find some Holiday figure? Well I did, and you know? He's a really nice guy. Kids, if you're listening, please, have a great birthday, and if he does show up, just being happy for what you have is the greatest gift he could give you. Now who wants cake?"

So, is there a Marching Hare, celebrating birthdays in Spielzeit? Why not? We have the Easter Bunny, after all.

[explosiv-glasses]

Boy be pondering the Easter egg

I'm back home :D

So here's a Frost, the most casually insane person in the group

[pizzazz-party]

Victors.

Based off an illustration by Joseph Michael Linsner, this is a redraw @sroloc--elbisivni commissioned for their friend @kithnkin!

[raineandsky]

#104

The hero doesn’t need to make a big scene to get the villain's attention, like he was told to do—she’s quite happy making her own scene, and all the hero has to do is follow the towers of smoke across the city.

He finds the street in flames, buildings crushed like sandcastles under a wave, the villain at the centre of it all. She laughs brightly, some contraption in her hands. A hood hangs over her face, her coat billowing out behind her in a breeze she is clearly making. It would be cinematic if the hero wasn't the one sent to sus her out.

The hero approaches with his notepad and pen in hand. “You’re the new one, huh?”

The villain’s gaze snaps to him, like she’s surprised to see him. “About time,” she says shortly. “How many buildings do I have to destroy before you actually show up?”

The hero glances at the carnage around him, doing the numbers in his head. “However many this is. Five? Six?”

“You're clearly not too worried about me,” the villain says brightly, “or you just walk concerningly slow for a hero pursuing pure evil.”

The hero clicks his tongue and writes sarcasm of an edgy teen on his pad.

“Is this all you do?” the hero asks bluntly. “You destroy half the city and wait for a hero to show up?”

“I suppose I do.” The villain fiddles with her hood. “I’m a mysterious figure, don’t you think? New to the game, faceless but deadly?”

The hero adds full of herself to his list. “Sure,” he says unbelievably, “and what happens when a hero does show up?”

The villain turns to him. He can practically feel her grin without having to see it. “Well,” she says smoothly, “I guess I just have to make the big reveal.”

She pulls her hood back, her expression one of abject smugness. That’s not the first thing the hero notices though. The black hair, the face glowing like a sunset, the soft brown eyes. Recognisable, young. Much too young to be a villain.

“[Sidekick]?” The name comes out a little more incredulous than the hero intended. “What—This is where you’ve been?”

“It is.” Always so well spoken, always so straightforward. “I had a change of heart when it came to my career.”

“So you became a villain?” He can’t quite wrap his head around it. “What did we do wrong?”

The villain laughs, a light, breezy sound. “What didn’t you do wrong?” She adjusts her weapon in her hands. “The agency doesn’t see people, [Hero], it sees numbers and stats on a screen. I fell a little behind in my studies, and the agency made me fall hard because of it. It’s merciless, it’s unforgiving, and I’m glad to be away from it.”

“[Sidekick], we thought you died.”

“Oh, you guys fell for that? Nice.” The villain smiles, almost genuinely. “Took a lot of planning. Glad to know it worked.”

The hero knows his face is scrunched up in distaste, but he can’t help it. “[Sidekick], you can’t—”

“No.” The single word slices through everything the hero was about to say. “It’s [Villain] now. If that’s so hard to remember, I’ll give you a way to burn it into your memory!”

The weapon in her hands whirrs, the end brightening into a blinding white. The villain turns it towards him, and he has just enough hindsight to lurch out of its path as it tears its way through the concrete he was just standing on.

The hero throws himself behind a car, his sidekick’s— no, the villain’s laughter ringing through the destruction after him. That contraption makes its telltale whirr again.The hero adjusts his pen in his hand and hurriedly writes sidekick lost to villainy - DO NOT APPROACH.

[okaydays22]

[deeranon]

@idkfitememate congratulations on getting in to the animation course!?Deer anon is here to celebrate! With a low effort drawing of my depiction of a large tusked polaral!

BAM! Hope you like it! Drawing is really all I can do because I’m STILL SICK. So I can’t go anywhere. TV has been a lifesaver. Anyway I drew this from your brief description at the start and filled in the blanks with my imaginatio. And I added a bit of flare with extra fins. :)

Been a while since I’ve read the polaral story so I don’t know how accurate it is… oh well!

Hope ya like it!

[what-am-i-doing-on-this-site]

I made eggy out of a wooden egg, and tbh I’m kinda proud of it.

[massivementalitynut]

My Valentine's Day comm of Adam from @iwanttobeaseme

[a-real-unicorn2]

Easter is tomorrow!

[mewskit]

Long time, no see! Been pretty busy with life but here's a big and chibi bun of my Mc. In the style of the obey me bun merch and card🐰🪄🌟

[jkgnggj]

૮꒰๑´ ᵕˋ๑꒱ა bunny shun ૮꒰๑´ ᵕˋ๑꒱ა

since it was shuns bday a few days ago I figured I should post all the shun drawings I've made in the past this one was a gift for one of my friends (can't fucking remember who I got shit memory I think it was jenny???) for Easter and since someone seemed to like my vampire shun I thought they might like this bunny shun too 🐇🐰

[aroaceweirdos101]

Since Easter and Trans Visibility Day is on the same day, have this- perfectly normal -trans egg I made! -🔥

!!!SIKE GET GENDERED!!!

I now pronounce you with your prefered pronouns♂️♀️⚧️

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS, SUCKERS!!!/nm

[evabloom]

Today 🌸

[eff-ston3m]

I don’t get a Easter basket this year

[nekobami]

aggressive typing****

(Damn it must be hell to type with bunny paws)