#the mumbler

[toonyballoony]

SIKE! bet y’all thought I was done with my Bone Squad posting, well joke’s on you!!!

…and me. the joke is also on me 🥲 please help

[sandmanskiss]

dungeonmaxxing

[formulaonedirection]

Lando and his pre-season side quest to see Daniel Ricciardo

[mxmoth]

JACK PERRY at AEW ALL IN 2024

[bubblyernie]

DnD party poster!! all of us are like extremely colour coded and I'm obsessed lol

Featuring characters of @stasisquo @zannianator @mumblers-lobby and dm'd by the wonderful @gonerogueartuk

art tag // commission info

[boatemboys]

points

[mara-xx217]

Brain flower rag 💕

It's coming very soon! Here's a little snippet for what's to come! 😉💕

Warnings: Body Horror, Uncanny Valley, Horror/Suspense

Just like how the black changes the humans, it also affects the plants. On this soil, that has seen countless deaths, that curious flower once started blooming. It requires fertile ground to grow to its full bloom and there is no better source of life than humans.

- The New Gods, when asked about the Brain Flower.

You didn’t know if you should have felt fear or relief upon seeing a humanoid silhouette in the humid, dark fog of the Thicket. You knew you had delved too deep and that it was only a matter of time before you were killed, but you still had the faintest shimmer of hope that you would at least not die alone and in this godsforsaken tree. Still, you held your voice back and swallowed it, now realizing how the shadow of a person twitched and shambled their way towards you, or at least in your direction. The tap, tap, clack of metal dragging on the semi-hard, wooden roots and branches of the tree’s insides inspired a primal fear inside of you that weakened your knees and anchored you in place. 

A distorted voice called out in the fog, different from the light, singsong ones that seemed to follow you wherever you go. Deeper, more faraway sounding. Muffled as though spoken through a thick wall, from behind a gag and with your ears full of cotton. It didn’t have the same lilt as the other voices, not whimsical and alluring but totally unnerving and it set off every alarm within your mind that you were in danger and that you needed to move. But you didn’t. You couldn’t, or so you thought. You took a half step back, looking forward with wild eyes that darted around in the darkness, trying to make sense of the figure that was becoming more and more apparent the closer it became. 

Not one of those strange, feminine-esque monsters but a man, clear as day. Your eyes couldn’t search his frame because they were solely focused on the bulbous protrusion that rested atop of his shoulders. It fully encapsulated his neck and head, giving no indication of who exactly he was, though his dress would suggest he was a foreigner in these lands and in this dark place. The yellow colour of the strangeness was an eyesore and you couldn’t look away from it or the pinkish-red, seemingly fleshy petals, or perhaps leaves, that rose up from the man’s shoulders like some kind of collar. Over his shoulder rested a bow, its strings frayed and quiver arrowless. In his left hand, a hatchet, worn and seemingly something he did not carry with him in the dungeon. His movements were unstable and jerked in an unnatural manner. Again, you heard the muffled voice, only this time it was louder, though no less clear to you. 

“H-H-Huh-?” Your heart freezed in your chest. The noise was incomprehensible, barely recognizable as a voice at all. You couldn’t discern whether or not there was any urgency in the voice’s tone or if it was flat or droning. The person- a man- continued to shamble forward, not unlike a ghoul recently resurrected through necromancy, though there was a stiffness in his movements that would nearly suggest that, perhaps, he wasn’t as willing of a participant in his actions as one might think. 

“Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmhmmm…” The man stumbles to a stop before you. You have your hand on your weapon, trembling hard enough that your armour shudders and clatters together. 

“D-D-Don’t come a-any c-c-closer-!” The man doesn’t move, nor does he stop mumbling, or humming, unintelligibly. The protrusion on his head begins to swell slightly. You take a step back, then two, then just as you're about to turn and run, the man’s body jerks violently. 

POP!! 

[blitheringbongus]

The bb gurl

[starscelly]

giggling it looks like while miro is getting grabbed and shaken around he goes “my bad” GIRL CJANCNS

[lexisism]

speak the FUCK up

[irritablepoe]

assumption: you move a lot in your sleep maybe even kick.

No, at least not that I know :3

[hotniatheron]

so true John Turturro

[unexpectedbrickattack]

ClockwiseLeon on Twitter made a video of Pizzatower using the Riddler from Batman Forever, a.k.a Jim Carrey, for Pizzahead and it got me thinking, any thoughts on how your Peppino would sound?

Oh man i have no idea bc i am just. So awful about voiceclaims 😭😭😭 all i know he is that hes got a somewhat of a high pitched voice that is ear shatteringly high when hes screaming

[ssssssggggggffffff]

Excuse me, have you happen to know about some silly show about a demon and an angel? I think it's called Good... Omens or something or the sort- Are you familiar with it?

yeah, I’ve heard it’s really good but haven’t gotten to check it out yet. thanks for the recommendation 💗

[mellohirust]

HI I LOVE YOUR ART GRHJKKK it's scrumptious

OHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! very kind of you :'D

[sevicia]

I got put in a group with the one girl I did not want to be in a group with but she was rly nice to me afterwards so who knows... Sadly I was not able to act like a person