#trapped in a jar

[fuyuthefoxwriter]

Continuation of LBM if the kitchen with the knives

Wonderful lineart by the amazing @minnowmarsh

[teaboxcarmarbles]

Someone please free them 🥲💔there trapped 🫙🥺

it’s been a long time since I’ve drawn something because I’ve not been so well 😿🐰💔

[heich0e]

shouto always facetimes you when he's wearing a suit even if he has nothing to actually say, so one afternoon when you answer his incoming call and are greeted by the sight of his buttoned-down and lapelled chest, your face immediately feels hot.

"shouto?" you ask, your voice infuriatingly flustered even though you had tried your very best to choke it back. "what's up?"

and then he tilts the camera back up to its usual position—a little too high, so really it's just the bridge of his nose, his eyes, and the top of his head left at the very bottom of the screen. and simply he goes: "i'm wearing a suit."

"i can see that," you reply, resisting the urge to drag your hand down your face—equal parts frustrated and horrifically endeared to your boyfriend's familiar antics. "is that the reason you called?"

"i know you like when i wear them so i wanted to call and show you."

[morganbritton132]

Dustin posts a Tiktok where it’s very clear that he was going to say something important but was instantly distracted by the snippet of conversation walking (unannounced) through his front door.

Eddie: …like when you’re a kid and you didn’t understand the concept of death so you kept putting bugs in your pockets and killing them on accident.

Steve: That’s not a universal experience, Eddie.

Eddie: Yes, it is. Everybody did that. You did that when you were a kid.

Steve: You think I was putting bugs in my clothes???

Eddie: Yes??? Just like everybody else. Back me up, Henderson

Dustin: I created habitats for bugs and kept them in my room.

Steve: That’s why your cat got eaten.

[elalalune]

*shakes him*

(Wonderland au)

[muzsmocsing]

I just finished tgcf season 2 and something clicked for me. This show has had my brain in an absolute chokehold since I started watching a week ago and I've been thinking, why? Well,

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are Gomez & Morticia Addams coded.

And I can't not be obsessed with that. Hear me out.

Two dangerous individuals, both very weird in their own special ways, finding home in each other when they're feared and shunned by most.

Loving each other openly and loudly, even when people look at them sideways for it, because they're each other's everything and hiding that feels Wrong on a fundamental level.

It's respecting and encouraging each other's oddities, no matter how unusual they might be.

It's protecting each other fiercely but never out of possessiveness, because their significant other is strong, powerful, capable and they would never demean them by overlooking that.

It's the obsessive devotion, the insane lengths they'd go for their beloved, but never overstepping boundaries and making them uncomfortable.

It's Hua Cheng offering his ashes, the only way someone could possibly kill him, to Xie Lian on a silver platter, expecting nothing in return, just because it's his to keep.

It's Xie Lian wearing it over his heart everywhere, because that's where it belongs.

[deviousdeliciousness]

Jarred Pt. 2

Due to popular demand, this now has multiple parts!!

Previous: Pt. 1

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Jack made himself wait thirty seconds, biting his lip in anticipation as he tapped his foot against the ground. Honestly, his spark of anger at Tee had more or less died as quickly as it'd come, settling into a familiar level of annoyance, but he'd kept the act up anyways so he could rightfully get back at the tiny for the unwarranted jab.

Still, now, he couldn't help the feeling of a sort of almost... curl of something that seemed to settle heavier in his stomach as each second ticked by.

Tee's face right before Jack had closed the cupboard...

Jack swallowed, shaking his head and the thought away. The notion refused to settle, though, the image of Tee's panicked face swimming back to the forefront of his mind.

Jack almost thought he'd seen... a tear, going down the tiny's cheek, but it had to have been a trick of the light - a distortion of the jar. There was no way Tee would cry over something like this.

The more Jack thought about it, the more convinced he was, and his victorious anticipation bolstered from where it'd hesitantly fallen to the wayside.

Yeah, Tee was a stubborn little guy - had the personality of a mule and the attitude of someone, well, someone twenty times his size.

There was no way the tiny was genuinely as panicked as he'd seemed over being put in time-out.

Still, it would be actually mean to keep him in there for much longer.

That in mind, Jack grabbed back onto the cupboard's handle and swung it open again, smugly teasing with an already growing smirk, "Well? You learned your lesson?"

His smirk withered and died off his lips as he looked down at Tee in the jar.

His heartbeat began to pound against his chest even as everything seemed to grow muted in his ears. "... Tee?" he called softly, slowly reaching for the jar.

The tiny was curled up at the bottom of the glass, tucked into a ball with his face pressed against his knees as he laid limply on his side.

A suddenly desperate, screaming part of Jack reasoned that Tee was just playing a trick on him. That he was trying to get one over on Jack in revenge. That the tiny couldn't really be passed out, trapped in the bottom of a sealed jar after being forced inside of it and shoved into a dusty old cupboard.

Jack's stomach sank, and he couldn't stop the faint shake to his hand as he reached forward to carefully take hold of the jar.

Tee didn't even twitch from his prone position, not even when Jack lifted the jar - the cage (and oh, how the comparison had nausea crawling up his throat) - and slowly carried it over to the table nearby, ever so gently placing it on the surface before slumping into the seat before it.

With rote motions, Jack untwisted the lid of the jar, grimacing as the noise grated against his ears and setting the top to the side.

Still, Tee didn't show any sign of consciousness, limp as a doll.

Jack would have worried if he was even alive if not for the barely visible rise and falls of his little chest.

"Tee," he whisper-called, quietly trying to rouse his friend.

Not even a twitch.

Jack licked his lips and swallowed, trying again. "Tee."

Nothing.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his hands together hard enough that his nails dug into his knuckles, whitening them.

Think, he told himself. Think. Tee wasn't waking up, and Jack had no way of knowing why.

Of course, the most obvious - and likely - cause glared accusingly at him, stabbing viciously at his chest.

Every one of Tee's actions leading up to this moment seemed to flash across Jack's eyes on replay, freed of any filters the giant had so easily let himself use to distort the tiny's behavior into a lens he felt comfortable with.

No longer did Tee's struggles to get away from his hand seem playful or exaggerated. No longer did Tee's shout seem like he was just playing along. No longer did Tee's fear seem anything but genuine and horrifying and sickening in its truth.

Because Jack had done that. Jack had scared his friend - terrified him - even before he'd forced the tiny into a jar he wouldn't be able to escape from. Hell, Jack had sealed him in.

For all Tee knew, Jack could've been planning on keeping the tiny in there indefinitely, leaving it up to chance whether Tee suffocated to death or not all alone in a cold, glass prison in the dark.

Jack pressed his palm tight against the mouth, swallowing back the sudden surge of bile that crawled up his throat.

He couldn't even protest his own accusations. He couldn't even reason that of course Tee should've known that Jack would never do something like that to him.

How could Jack reason such a thing after having so blatantly ignored the tiny's absolute terror to that point and on?

"Fuck," he whispered, scrubbing his hand up harshly through his hair and tugging painfully at the strands. God, he must've looked like a monster to Tee.

He'd acted like one.

Of course Tee had passed out in the face of everything, if only from the stress alone. Had he hyperventilated in those cruel, long moments Jack had so one-sidedly decided to keep the tiny locked away and alone for? Had the shock and terror of a giant so completely taking control of his actions sent him out like a light?

The only other reason Jack could think of for why Tee was unconscious was that something was physically wrong (physically wrong too, because there was no argument Jack could make that he hadn't mentally affected his friend - that he'd in all likeliness traumatized him with his callous, careless actions).

The thought that Tee might also be physically hurt had another sickening jolt of dread racing down Jack's spine, a feeling that did nothing to mitigate the lead stone of guilt that'd long since sunk into the pit of his stomach and instead worsened it.

What if Tee really was hurt?

What if Jack had been rougher than he'd realized, and the tiny had gotten his head knocked against the glass? What if the blow had eventually made the tiny pass out, or given him a concussion, or worse?

"Shit," Jack hissed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut and barely restraining from burying his face in his hands. He took a deep breath and leaned in closer to the jar Tee was still stuck in the bottom of, ignoring the sick feeling seeing it now brought him, to take a closer look at the tiny.

He didn't - Tee didn't look hurt, but that was hardly saying much. The tiny's face was hidden by his knees, and his full, dark hair would hide any potential bumps or even small lesions against his scalp.

Jack swallowed heavily, a thick thread of unease winding through him. With Tee not waking up, he would have to take the tiny out of the jar himself to check him over.

He didn't want to.

He didn't want to be anywhere close to the tiny anymore.

He didn't deserve to be, not after what he'd done.

The thought of touching Tee (frail, so frail, so small, slight, defenseless against Jack except for in words, and even those had done nothing to stop the giant this time, to keep the tiny safe, respected, unfearing-) right now (at all, anytime soon, ever), of feeling the tiny's limp form in his palm (his fault, Jack's fault, all his fault)...

Jack's chest felt like it was compressing in on him, but he breathed around the strain, shakily bringing his hand to the opening of the jar. This wasn't for his sake. His feelings didn't matter in this.

What mattered was that Tee was unconscious, and Jack would be even worse of a person than he already was if he didn't at least ensure that the tiny was physically alright.

It was unlikely that knocking against the jar would've left more than a bump if it happened (which was already bad enough), but there was a small chance that the skin on Tee's scalp could've split open upon contact. And everyone knew that head wounds tended to bleed.

Jack's desire to get away and leave Tee to wake up on his own (with the jar carefully tilted to the side so he could leave and not be trapped or worry about a monstrous, horrible giant keeping him there-) was even crueler selfishness if it meant risking leaving the tiny to bleed out concussed and alone in a cold glass jar.

So Jack swallowed his nerves and finally squeezed his hand into the thankfully wide opening to the jar, his fingers twitching and flaring wide so that he would be able to carefully lift the tiny free, not unlike the hooks of a claw machine.

In the same moment, Tee bolted upright with a heaving gasp, and they both froze as they took each other in - Jack, looking at Tee's whole form, Tee, staring up at Jack's twitching, giant hand looming above him.

A fraction of a second later, Tee was slamming his back against the glass, crouching as low as he could and throwing up his trembling arms as if to ward off Jack's encroaching hand, and a horrible, sickeningly heart-rending scream that would undoubtedly haunt Jack's nightmares tore free from the tiny's throat.

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.... teehee :333

So~~ at least Jack wasn't at all malicious, right ;D poor sods, the both of them

Cliffhanger who? :DDDD

[northernbluetongue]

👻👻👻

He has been put in peril.

[sweetmilkbread]

'Walter White Is An Abuser' (Wired, 2013)

[yourlokalescholar]

Aphrodite and her cringefail loser boyfriend (whom she loves very dearly) (but seriously for a god of war he gets beaten up a LOT and it can kill the mood sometimes)

Bonus doodle:

He lets her do his hair :3

[so-very-small]

i’ll never be over the irreparable damage rainbowdash did to my g/t art. i used to draw tinies in jars willy nilly. jars are just aesthetically banging. but now you cannot mention anything being in a jar without someone going “JUST LIKE RAINBOWDASH” ITS NOT ABOUT RAINBOWDASH ITS NEVER ABOUT RAINBOWDASH LEAVE ME ALONEEEE

[the3rddenialist]

What is wrong with him

[harleybird]

"My mother sent me back to boarding school the day after the funeral, far away from the sadness.

But the sadness came too."

Dead Boy Detectives | The Case of the Dandelion Shrine

Bonus Litty and Kingham:

[nelkcats]

The Hungry King's Deals

Danny was hungry. You'd think that after becoming Ghost King he wouldn't need to eat as much, due to him spending so much time in his ghost form between boring meetings, and drinking his ectoplasm (per Frostbite's orders) but it turned out the opposite.

Danny was very very hungry, no matter how full he was there was always an empty hole in his stomach. The change to his human form left him weak. Jazz said it was a good thing that he was "expressing his needs" or something, but he thought it was absurd.

Unfortunately he couldn't bring food from the human world to the Realms (rather, he couldn't leave the Realms and the ghosts didn't understand his need for food) so he sulked with his ecto cookies.

When a guy in his 20s summoned him (it was a matter of luck, since Danny changed the ritual for a much simpler one) and asked to revive his brother in exchange for a jar of cookies he considered it a fair deal. The cookies were delicious, and even though it would get him in trouble with the council, he didn't really care.

The problem was when the same guy summoned him to get his friend out of the "Speedforce" (pretty good sandwich) and "get his dad out of the void" or something similar (the bread was delicious).

Returning from the third summons, his hunger sated, Danny faced the annoyed looks of the council (Frostbite's look of disappointment was lethal).

And yes, maybe he was taking advantage of his powers excessively, ignoring his domain and many etceteras, but he was hungry! Dick Grayson was just an excellent negotiator.

[completeoveranalysis]

[5]

I got a little carried away there But there are some more things I want to talk about. 

(Let's not all act surprised at once)

Like, this is the first time THIS version of Watanuki (post Memory Loss) is seeing his (probable?) parents’ faces. He can’t remember what they looked like or much about them, so THIS will be his first formative moment actually ever seeing them. 

I also quite like the look of shock on Lava Lamp’s face. UNDERSTANDABLE. He’s been going through quite a lot of Events all at once, and now suddenly time is collapsing, his (probable) parents are out of their jam jar prison looking the same age as him, and also his brother/twin/clone/other self has just shown up unannounced as they all hang out in the void. I would be shocked too!

Meanwhile, some other minor details! Their mother(?) looks at Watanuki with so much instant affection that I have no doubt that these probably are their parents, even if Clamp haven’t said the words “These are their parents” just yet. There’s such a gentle relief and unfiltered joy in her gaze as she looks to Watanuki - they had hoped for him to continue to exist, and here she can finally see that the wish came true. 

Also. Complete side note, but the more I try to describe who I'm talking about the more I realise there is a hilarious number of Syaorans and Sakuras on this page. 

Like, how many Syaorans are there? Two? NOPE sorry there are three Syaorans here, and maybe two Sakuras - but one of the Sakuras is actually the combination of two different Sakuras at once. And depending on Time shenanigans, the number of Sakuras is actually anywhere between 1 and 4 - but technically 2 for now!

But speaking of Syaoran mathematics let’s also look at the right-most Syaoran’s expression there. Would you say it’s mostly neutral? A little… emotionless? 

An interesting detail wouldn’t you say? 

I’ve lightly suggested it in passing before but now I’m mostly convinced that, actually, yes, Clamp probably would write a timeline where your clone is also your dad.

And there IS space in the timeline for it. Right after Nihon - Syaoran vanishes for an indeterminate amount of time. Enough time to make this all make sense? PERHAPS.

And if that was true then my other leading guess would be that the Super Sakura would be their mother…? Eventually? Which would mean that she’s in this picture twice here.

[cerealmonster15]

every time I see this meme I think of Them