#hella yea

[swordy-da-goat]

Here’s my DnD character, Milk Bucket, a human skeleton artificer (battlesmith) whose steel defender is a 4-4-0 Standard Gauge Forney. A steam locomotive engineer cursed into a skeleton and craves for any calcium high foods (like milk).

The best character I have ever made.

Edit: The loco got the wheel configuration updated.

[lemonlimestar]

do u guys think about super slammin who says white man cant jump? because i think about super slammin who says white man cant jump.

kon the ways in which your brain to mouth filter doesn’t work... i need him back right now i mean it

[codacheetah]

[sneeb-canons]

Mind is the shortest of the three (about 5'1) and Heart constantly bullies him for it

Headcanon #801

[polux-aka-hyakunana]

Cooking my own food between projects

check my previous post tags for context lol

[playingwithyourjigglypuff]

alright this has been sitting in captivity (my wips folder) for far too long it's time to release it into the wild (tumblr.com)

[the-0ne-w1th-th3-babyfac3]

"This mist is dangerous, but it is also our shield."

[where-is-cub]

I wonder where is Cub today...

[araiz-zaria]

Oh nothing, it's just Lincoln carting Hannibal around... with Sherman nearby(!)

[ralvezfanatic]

honestly, Matthew is so real for putting his character through hell and back bro. l be doing that with my OCs too 💀

[purplesoup-lad-le]

Councillor Alina, from ye ole sexywoman match of 2024.

[hertwood]

the problem is when i start crying and ppl are nice to me i have a new reason to be crying (so incredibly touched that ppl care about me)

[painsandconfusion]

Famous Last Words

Whumptober 21st

[coughing up blood | "You're safe now." | "Take Me Instead."] (tw: character death, murder, gun, kidnapping, torture, creepy/intimate whumper)

“Really? You’re going to trade yourself for this-“ Whumper paused to boot Whumpee in the side “-pathetic little thing?”

Caretaker’s jaw set. Fingers flexed and re-curled at their sides. “..Yes.”

Whumper scoffed half an amused laugh, eyes raking slowly down Caretaker’s body. “…I suppose that would be a good deal.” They took a step to the side, prowling in a slow circle around Caretaker. Drinking them in. Scrutinizing. Pondering. “You’re much less…well...….broken.”

Caretaker almost twitched, but managed to stay still. Their eyes stayed glued on Whumpee, ignoring the circling threat. Trying to relay to Whumpee that it will be okay.

But Whumpee wasn’t even looking at them - they were just curled in a ball on the ground, trembling. Silent but for the hiccuping sobs or the sputters of coughing that left their hand flecked with red.

“Do we have a deal or not?” The words were spat. Half forced.

Caretaker tried not to about how long it would take before they were the ones mindlessly sobbing on the ground.

That was a question for another time.

So long as Whumpee was safe, it would be okay.

Whumper hummed, considering as they stepped behind Caretaker.

Arms slipped around Caretaker’s waist, tucking their chin onto Caretaker’s shoulder. “..well it is an intriguing offer…..”

Caretaker’s skin crawled under the touch, muscles squirming in a desperate attempt to wriggle away.

Caretaker didn’t let them.

They forced themself still, tight breaths straining against their ribs. Desperately trying not to let their their breath betray their fear.

They did anyway, breath hitching as Whumper’s fingers bit into their ribs.

Evidently they were supposed to respond.

Twitching, Caretaker hissed, “Is that a yes?”

Whumper chuckled softly, turning to nuzzle softly behind Caretaker’s ear, pulling a shiver from them.

“You really wanna be mine?”

Their hands balled to fists, itching and begging Caretaker to shove this creature off of them.

Their eyes screwed shut in the focus it took to not do that. “I just want Whu-“

Pain flared up their side as Whumper’s nails bit in, brushing hard between their ribs and pulling a hiss from their throat. “I didn’t ask about them. I asked what you want.” Their lips pressed to Caretaker’s ear, warm breath ticking across it. “Do you want to be mine?”

Caretaker took a few shaky breaths despite how they ground Whumpers grip deeper. They couldn’t say no. Frustration and shame and rage built up inside them, burning through their lungs and up their neck.

But they couldn’t say no.

“..y-es.”

They felt Whumper’s lips spread into a smile against them.

“Good.”

Whumper shifted, grip relenting. Caretaker accepted the reward, taking a deep, though admittedly shuddering, breath. They grit out a simple “..what now?”

Whumper shrugged against them, one arm retreating completely. “Just what you wanted. Letting poor, sweet, Whumpee go.”

Caretaker twitched as a pistol entered their field of vision, gesturing lazily toward Whumpee. “Come on, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed, “You’re being let go.”

Caretaker…almost relaxed.

Almost.

Hard to relax when there’s a gun pointed at your friend, even if it’s just insurance they find their way to the door without issue.

Whumpee lifted their head, arms unwrapping enough that they could peek up at the pair. Tears were dripping down their face, smeared fully so all of them shining and shimmering with each hicupling breath. “R-rrr-really-?”

Caretaker gave them a small, encouraging nod. You can get up - you're safe now.

“Mhm,” Whumper hummed, gripping the handle a little firmer as Whumpee started move.

Whumpee's head lifted further. They stared up at Whumper - eyes incredulous and wary, but sparked with a tiny flare of hope.

The gunshot rang against Caretaker’s ears, screaming even as the echo in the room faded to Whumpee’s writhing chokes of air.

Only for a moment.

Then the breaths stopped.

Just the occasional twitch of muscle in the carnage.

Caretaker was frozen in Whumper’s grip. Staring.

Unable to move.

Breath stopped.

Slowly, their mind caught up, beginning to comprehend what they’d just seen. Red splattered the ground behind Whumpee - all the way to the wall. Bits of pink and grey were..-

“..no-“

They twitched forward, trying to help, to-

“Ah ah- You made your choice.” The barrel of the gun pressed hard up under their jaw, locking their muscles into place again.

“You’re mine, now.”

[Masterpost]

Shoutout to @whumptober for putting on this event! (don't mind me being LATE AS HECK)

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[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Ever since I learned about Bruce's last will and testament message to Steph I've been keeping an informal mental ranking list of who most deserves to get to throw Bruce into the Gotham harbor with concrete shoes and shark bait strapped to his ass.

Dick: *Having Kill Bill siren flashbacks to dozens of arguments with Bruce, in which B lied, hit him, screamed at him, then threw him out of his life, and like a thousand other extremely fucked up things B has done with him.*

Also Dick: "I can't be party to this. Look he might not be perfect but he- he's Bruce!"

Stephanie: "Dick, he looked to me, an actual human woman, and said 'hey go be character development for my nearly adult son'. We're not even killing him anyways; he's just gonna Houdini his way out of this!"

Jason 'The Unavenged' Todd, not looking up from where he's already been mixing up the concrete: "Okay Steph, I was gonna reserve the right to be who drop kicked him off the boat, but I feel like maybe we can share that honor."

[yaspup9000]

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

i have 18 more artfight attacks i wanna do..........