#my throat is fine

[rosicheeks]

Hi can I please throat train you? If that doesn't work out I can always prop your legs onto my shoulders and devour your pussy

Haha sure

[jyoungbloodvo]

....did you guys enjoy my screams of pain? 0w0

First Resurrection: A Cult of the Lamb Comic Dub

"First resurrection may be a little unpleasant....and I cannot wait to see this...."

Original comic by @stychu-stych

Cult of the Lamb and all characters within are owned by Massive Monster and Devolver Digital

[starry-bi-sky]

No.

No, no, no, no, NO!

He's shaking. His heart is burning in his chest, pounding like a jackhammer against his ribs, and there's a trembling, aching rage building beneath his tongue and pressing against his teeth.

In his hands, his fingers tense and wrists locked, the article reads in big, black font: JOKER LOCKED IN ARKHAM ASYLUM AGAIN!

Danny shouldn't feel so angry about this, this is a good thing. Gotham doesn't have to deal with him for another few months at the least. He should feel relieved, a little more at peace.

He is not.

He cannot swallow the fury thudding behind his eyes, the burning white heat searing a deeper hole in his chest. A searing green filling static in his ears in the way only the rage of the restless dead can have.

How is he going to kill him now?

Arkham may be the only asylum in America made entirely of tissue paper, but it's still an asylum. There are cameras, guards, other patients resting inside. Danny can think of a million different ways to sneak in and kill Joker, but someone will hear his screaming.

It'd have to be rushed.

He doesn't want it to be rushed.

It's a cruel thought. Cruel and cold and merciless, but Danny doesn't feel an ounce of shame, not an ounce of guilt, for it. He wants to be alone with the Joker when he kills him, that's all he wants. In Arkham, you are never alone.

He forces his anger to bubble back down into his chest, stuffing it between his heartstrings and his ribs like a blanket you're trying to bunch up into a corner. It sizzles and burbles. The static begins to fade out into a high-pitched ringing; it sounds like distant screaming.

Danny is still trembling, but he can think a little clearer now.

He can wait.

He can wait. He can wait. He can wait. He canwait. Hecanwait. Hecanwait.

He can wait.

He's waited five years for this. He can wait one more week. One more month. One more year. However long it takes for the Joker to break back out, Danny can wait.

And when the Joker does, inevitably, break out.

Danny uncrinkles his fingers around the edges of the newspaper, loosens his limbs just enough so he can pay for it.

He'll be waiting.

The dead, after all, have all the time in the world.

[acetier]

"Be a good mongrel and stay. Down."

[disgruntled-detectives]

Shout out to all my Christmas haters out there.

The ones who don’t celebrate cause of religious/cultural reasons and are annoyed at the onslaught of Christmas for three months a year.

The ones who due to family circumstances or trauma have come to hate the holiday and the forced reunion with their abusers.

The ones who hate the commercialization of the holiday and the saccharine, falsely sweet crap and music and nostalgic notes shoved into ads to sell crap you don’t need.

The ones who just honestly don’t care about it at all. To them December 25th is just another day.

The ones who are resentful that this is the ONE religious federal holiday in the year and if you have other holidays, tough tits getting it off.

The neurodivergent ones who hate Christmas for its forced togetherness with people they don’t like, gift giving, and disruption of routine.

I’m here. I see you. You aren’t scrooges. You aren’t grinches. You are all awesome and I love you.

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[thatswhatsushesaid]

psa that the day there are no jgy stans left on tumblr dot com is the day i am dead

but rest assured i'll go to my grave exactly as i lived: obnoxiously proclaiming to everyone within earshot how great lianfang-zun is. narratively, metaphorically, spiritually. sexually, too, like why limit myself. i like to keep my options open

[esaari]

Arne 🦊

[therockstarsmuse]

“There were labels we went to who wanted to sign us but they didn’t know who Aerosmith was. We’re in this office with big plants and desks and something came up about Steven Tyler, and the chick goes, “Who’s that?”- izzy stradlin

[a-sorrowful-tune]

Sunday might just be the greatest character of all fiction and if i don’t see more content of him im loosing it.

[muchmossymess]

Im a body horror fan so when the lifers started beep booping I didn't think "oh haha they've turned into robots that's cute I'm going to draw them as robots" I thought "their mouths turn into speakers a la the gas mask scene in Dr who"

[yasmeensh]

I drew a mock screenshot... I have to make it look old. I have a scene of Tam and Kujo going through the goods of traders who came from far away, and they had a special shell from the sea that has the sounds of the waves in it (wink wink). I chose to draw it.

About Kujo's tooth, it has to do with worldbuilding- He has 2 more teeth to change. In the wider culture of this world, you are an 'adult' when you change all your baby teeth, which is usually completed by 13. It just happens to be the right age for someone to be considered responsible enough and starting to grow some maturity. Kujo can't wait to be a full grown man and be as strong as Junar, so losing that tooth is a huge moment for him :P He looks silly for that time but he's super proud of it and showing off the tooth gap to everyone. (Same with Tam. But he changes his teeth first.)

Here are some planning sketches. scanned then fixed up and coloured on CSP.

[pansyfemme]

literally impossible for me to catch a break lately

[starry-bi-sky]

*grips Shen Qingqiu by the shoulders*

aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to crack under the pressure of the system and the robbed autonomy of being forced into a role you had no choice in but have to play anyways? don't you want to buckle under the realization that, to you, no matter what you do your life is going to end in a horrific death? Whether that be under Luo Binghe's hands or the System's?

Don't you want to realize that no matter all the good you have done and the lives you have changed and saved, you're still standing at the ledge of a cliff with a sword to your disciple's chest?

Shouldn't it be you at the edge instead? Balancing on the crumbling dirt's end of death on either side, and you can either walk into it or be forced?

don't you want to go apeshit?

[lady-quen]

"Two can play that "Undying" game, you know?"

Reminder this weed is hard to kill and sylvari blood is fun to draw

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 184

“Well damn.” 

Jason wrenched his gaze from the mess of red and green spattered across the room, searching for the source of the voice. His head hurt, he wanted his Dad. He wanted Bruce. He… his head hurt. His everything hurt. 

“Honestly, didn’t expect them to find another half-breed. Didn’t think there was another halfa out there…”  

He tore his gaze away from the floor- when had it gotten there- finally finding the other… person? The person giving him an empty smile through some sort of muzzle and missing an entire arm. Well, he couldn’t judge, he’d torn his nails off while digging out of his grave before… this. 

“Hey, kid, don’t sweat it, it’ll grow back,” the man apparently noticed where he was staring, shoulder twitching as he shrugged and more green pouring out. Jason couldn’t stop staring, eyes slipping from the growing pool to the rest of the chains apparently keeping the person on that side of the… room? Cage? Cell? 

“Shit, hey, kid, kid, don’t cry, uh, fuck, shh, kid don’t cry-” the person made a noise, some sort of hum or croon that caused him to relax. To his already brain-damaged confusion. “C��mere, away from the door now, shh…” 

Oh, when had he started to move? It was like he blinked and was stumbling away towards the chained person, practically tripping over a limb before the person managed to catch him. “Ope, oh you’re just a little baby-” a hand, clawed, carefully ran through his hair, tucking him against a rumbling chest that nearly made him tear up again. He wanted Bruce. 

“It’s alright kid, shh, they won’t get you,” the man rumbled, everything about him green to his rapidly closing eyes. Pale skin like a corpse, black scales like rot, hair white like snow, all stained green with blood.  “They’d have to kill me again for that.”