#uh yeah fun

[choasuqeen]

may the odds (chrumblr whumblr day 4)

Trixi was up first, blinking. She looked around quickly, shaking Nia. “We’re back. In the box.”

The other girl woke with a start, grabbing Trixi and pulling herself up. “No. Why?”

“I don’t know.”

She watched Nia walk around quickly, looking for something, anything, different. It was the same 6 foot box, the same blood on the floor, the same stupid light. She knew it was fruitless, Nia did too, but she tried anyway. Just to do something. Just to not feel helpless. Because if she was helpless then she couldn’t protect Nia and if she got hurt then she failed her job. If she couldn’t protect them then what happened to their parents would- she glared at her head. Shut up.

Nia turned back to her, panic in her eyes, and Trixi steeled herself.

“What do we do?”

“First, we rest. I know you’re hurting.”

“It’s not as bad as-”

“Shut up. Sit.” She got a glare for her troubles, but Nia came and tucked herself under her arm. “We’re going to be ok. Take a breath.” She breathed with her, kissing the top of her head softly.  “I’m here, and we’ll get out. Can you see where Maddox is?”

“No its- being weird again.”

She sighs. “How so?”

“It keeps moving too fast. Like he's jumping from one side of the world to the other. Why’d you choose him anyway?”

“He’s the only name I could remember.” She rolls her eyes. Nia goes quiet, and she does too, closing her eyes against the memories. She could protect them, they’d be ok.

A few minutes later she shoots them open again. Matt’s in front of her, walking through a door that disappears as soon as he’s through it. She curses, waking Nia. “How did you get here?”

He stops short. “Trixi? Where have you been? Nia’s with you, right?”

“I am.” Nia’s voice is soft, and he can hear her tapping. He never thought it would be a good thing to hear it again. 

“We’re stuck.”

“How?”

Venatrix takes a deep breath, and sighs. “I don’t know. We’re in a concrete box. It’s small, with no windows or doors. I don’t remember how I got here, I just showed up. I’m pretty sure it’s the same for Nia.”

Nia nods, then says softly “Yeah, and your legs were cut up. She doesn’t know how that happened either.”

He was silent for a long moment, and then asked quietly “Cut up?”

Trixi looks at Nia, and she nods, hugging her. “Her calves were…cut across. The right one was almost gone. I stitched them up, with a medkit we were-” she pauses, thinking of the right word. “- given. They look like they’re healing much faster than normal though. How long have you been looking for us?”

“You’ve been gone for about three hours, Venatrix for two. Are you two ok?” His nose twitches as he sits down to their level, voice softer now.

“I think we are.” She looks at Trixi, who nods again. “As ok as we can be. We had to run earlier, there were spikes chasing us, but now we’re st- here again.”

He nods. “How long has it felt?”

Nia takes a stuttered breath, and it was Trixi’s turn. “For me, about two days. Nia, about three.”

He nods again, and they all go silent again. 

“How did you get here?” Trixi repeats

“I walked through a door, while looking for you.”

NIa looked up, blinking. “The rooms bigger”

“What?” All three of them were up, looking at the, yes, now larger room, three chairs sitting around it.

“Go sit please!” The voice was back. 

Matt looks confused, and Nia speaks quickly ”Rooms bigger, there's three chairs in a line to one wall.”

“No.” Trixi’s voice came, steely and angry. 

“Oh? Why not?”

“We don’t need to. Let. Us. Out.”

“Sit!”

“No.”

“Now.” The voice sounded angry too now. 

“No.”

Nia shrieked beside her, holding her arm. Blood was dripping from it, adding to the pile on the floor. 

“Now.”

Trixi clenched her jaw, but let Nia lead her to a chair. Matt sat in another, and Nia went to sit in the last, eyes wide. 

A THWIP and there were restraints around them. Nia screamed, Trixi cursed, Matt grunted. 

“Right then! One of you will fight, the other two can stay.”

“Fight what?” Matt's voice was steady.

Both girls looked at each other, matching the others' panic. They were stuck. Helpless. And they knew what Matt would do. 

“Whatever comes out that door!” In front of them, now, was a small wooden door. “Who wants to go?”

“I will.” And there it was. The other shoe. Trixi took a breath, and repeated, “I will.”

Nia’s eyes were wide, looking from one to the other. 

“No, Venatrix.”

“Why not.” There was fire in her voice.

“You’ve suffered enough.”

“I can take it. I can fight, and you know it.”

“That doesn’t mean you should. You’re at a disadvantage.”

“So are you.”

He took a breath. “I won’t let you. It’s your job to protect Nia, it’s mine to make sure you can. You can’t protect her if you get much more hurt than this.”

“So you’re expecting to get hurt, and you still won’t let me?”

“Yes.”

“No. It’s my job to protect Nia, so let me.”

“You can, by staying safe.”

“You think this,” She looked around, “is safe?”

“Trixi.” It was soft, but even that single word got both their attention. “Let him.”

“No.” She swallowed hard, but shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Please?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well! Looks like we’ll have to do something else then.” She was back again. All three looked up instinctively, knowing there was nothing there. 

“You two- '' The bonds unlatched on Venatrix and Matt’s chairs, “-fight each other. Whoever wins can pick who fights next.”

“Fine,” Trixi bit out. Matt just nodded. They both stood, walking to opposite edges of the room. Nia pulled her knees up, trying to breathe. She couldn’t shift and she hated it. 

“Nia?” She looked up at Matt’s voice.

“Don’t watch.”

She looked at Trixi, who nodded, and she put her head down, tapping.

Venatrix circled, slowly. She knew Matt could hear her, but she hoped Nia’s tapping would help with that some. Her legs burned already, but she ignored that too. She had no knives, but she didn’t think he knew that. 

She had circled long enough. She rushed at him, kicking once, twice. He dodged, swerving left. Coming behind her, he grabbed her arm and twisted. 

“Give up Venatrix, before you get yourself hurt.”

“No.” She twisted into it, hooking her leg around his and pulling, gritting back her scream. Slipping out, she punched at his stomach. 

“You don’t even have your knives.” 

“Doesn’t matter.” He punched at her, and she dodged, falling to the floor. 

She scrambled to get back up before he could get to her, circling again.

He ran, stepping twice before kicking her in the side. She hit the wall, grunting. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care.” Running at him, she slipt, falling. Behind them, Nia yelped. 

Her head was forced back, another band across the front of it, holding her in place. 

“NIA” Venatrix rolled to the side, running toward her.

“Stop.”

They all froze, waiting.

“Go closer, and I hurt her again. Keep fighting. She can watch.”

“Let her go.”

“Keep fighting.”

“Let. Her. Go.”

“Do you think she wants to be cut on her arms or her legs?”

A step. “LET HER GO.”

Nia screams as a second cut shows up below the first one.

“NIA” 

“What is happening?”

“She’s-” she chews on the words, before spitting out, “She’s making Nia watch. Us fight. And I can’t go near her. Or she’ll- she’ll cut her. Let her go YOU STUPID-”

Matt runs to Trixi, pulling her back by her hair. “Give it up, now.”

“No.” Grabbing his hand, she pulls them both forward, twisting so he hits the wall. 

Nia gasps behind them, calling out.

Her legs burn, she can feel every nerve screaming at her. She wants to scream herself.

She shoved off him, pulling back. He follows, rushing her, and she rolls to the side, panting.

“Venatrix.”

“No.”

She kicks twice, again, and he stumbles. 

“MATT”

“Vena-”

“No.”

He needs to find a way out of this without hurting her. Nia would never forgive him, he’d never forgive himself, if she got seriously hurt fighting him. She punches, and he grabs her arm. Pulling her with him, he presses her against the wall. 

Nia’s trying not to close her eyes, she doesn’t want to see this, but she’s stuck and she’s scared and they’re fighting and they’re fighting. 

“Give it up.”

“NO.”

He twists her arm, and she growls, shifting to fox, and back again, before circling. Matt can hear her footsteps, going in front, behind, and- he runs. Venatrix dodges, and Matt grabs Nia’s head, holding her.

“Give it up.”

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

He leans forward, tapping play along. Slinging a hand around her neck, he repeats, “Give it up.”

Venatrix takes a breath. “No.”

He squeezes, just enough to tell Nia what he’s doing, and she starts coughing. “Give it up. Please.”

Trixi takes half a step forward, and Nia shakes her head, eyes wide. “Please don’t.”

“Remember what she did earlier.” His voice is different. It’s threatening, and he hates it.

Nia’s tapping gets faster as Venatrix reaches for knives that aren’t there, hesitating. “Let her go.”

“Sit down, and I will.” Nia looks up at her, pleading, and she goes, slowly, to her chair. And sits. 

 He pulls away immediately, sighing. The restraints are back on her, he can hear Nia’s tapping and Venatrix’s short, angered breaths. But they’re safe, and that's all that matters.

[modmad]

I love terrible comic day can we make this an international holiday

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[anemonet]

rain world if it was hot

[cyra-kingg]

this is one of those things that would benefit from more cleanup/revisions but if i look at it any longer i am going to explode. anyways heres wonderwall 

[ihatebrainstorm]

Rogues Gallery AU Ratchet and Drift details vvv

Drift, formerly going by the name Deadlock, has long since retired her career as the hired assassin Cheshire after ending up at Ratchet's free clinic 10 years ago. The two now live together and have since gotten married at some point, with Drift sometimes helping Ratchet out in the clinic. Otherwise, she trains her athletic skills relentlessly and repaints/maintains her old gear in case anyone decides to cause trouble for either of them. You never know what might happen in Gotham City...

Ratchet runs a free clinic in Gotham, treating anyone or any bat looking for help. Her history with Prowl is long, and she doesn't necessarily approve of Prowl's decision to don the cowl, but she'll still help out regardless. Ratchet's currently been looking to retire alongside Drift some time soon, but has tremendous difficulty staying away from her clinic.

Both can break every bone in ur body if they really wanted to

[teddybeartoji]

tw mickey in a dress🙈🙈

sorry they're kinda blurry but you get the point okay the dress was very sex and i looked very prettyy:33333

[miriaocs]

GET TO KNOW YOUR TWST OCs (and their relationships)

(Or how I make up excuses to blabber about my OC lol. Most of the "who" questions are aimed at the twst cast, but feel free to include other twst OCs as well!)

Name: What does your twst OC's name mean? Why does Rook/Floyd call them [insert nickname]?

Inspiration: Is your twst OC inspired by any villains? Concepts? Anything Disney-related?

Age/Birthday: How old is your twst OC? When is their birthday? Whose birthday (among the cast) is closest to your twst OC's? Does the horoscope lie or do they get along well?

Dorm: Which dorm is your twst OC in? Why? Which qualities they have make them suitable for said dorm? Do they have a roommate and how is their relationship?

Class: Who is your twst OC's classmate(s)? How would you describe their relationship? Did they have different classmates in previous year and did they get along?

Height: How tall is your twst OC? Are they conscious about their height? Are they close to someone with similar leg length?

Hair/Eye color: What are your twst OC's hair and eye colors? Who got the closest/opposite palette to them?

Homeland: Where is your twst OC from? Do they know anyone from the same hometown prior to NRC?

Club: Which club does your twst OC join and why? Is there anything memorable about the club fair day/their first day at the club? Which clubmate is their favorite?

Subject: What is your twst OC's best subject? Worst? Do they study with another whom excels at the same subject? Do they ask anyone for help with the subject they are bad at?

Hobby: What are your twst OC's hobbies? Who among the cast will they possibly ask to join in their pastime?

Pet peeves: What are your twst OC's pet peeves and which one in the cast accidentally (or not) commit the "crimes"? How will your twst OC deal with that person?

Food: What is your twst OC's favorite and least favorite food? Why (optional)? Is there anyone they can share their favorite food? Is there anyone they can count on to take over the food they dislike?

Talent: What is your twst OC's talent(s) and who can properly appreciate that?

Unique Magic/Signature spell: What is your twst OC's UM (if applicable)? What can they do? What is the incantation? Is there any weaknesses/loopholes and who can exploit those?

Quote: Give me something your twst OC will say. Either something they always say or something iconic they said. Something that helps solve the problems or something that is a catalyst to even more issues.

(Ok I'm kinda running out of ideas here) Personality: Give me 3 adjectives to describe your twst OC. Or an essay. Whichever works. Whose personality among the cast is closest to your twst OC and do they get along?

Backstory: Tell me anything about your twst OC's backstory. Their childhood, their parents, their siblings etc. Does their backstory affect how they are as a character now and how they interact with the cast?

Pick only one: Let your twst OC pick only one and explain the reasons: only one favorite from each dorm, only one favorite housewarden/vice housewarden, only one favorite first/second/third year etc.

(For my beloved yume shippers) Partner: Who do you ship your twst OC with? Are they in a relationship? If yes, how did it start/end? If no, why?

[thursdaylast]

Cute date idea!!!! awaken an ancient creature of darkness together and set it loose on your unsuspecting friends

[llitchilitchi]

Technoblade's Execution

[ko-fi]

[vix-png]

hello chilaios community . animation meme be upon ye .

OG BY rakkutron ON TIKTOK (?!1?)

[svvtchbladez]

alt versions under the cut >:)

[bandtrees]

they would get divorced in one universe just to find eachother in another one

alternatively titled: sometimes you're the level-headed token flesh-head impulse-control-and-polycule-member of a stubborn, eccentric, and hearty telephone-headed drug addict, and there's cruelty in the world you deem fit to suicidally fight, and that either goes about as well as you'd expect it to, or you learn about love and the value of your life and junk along the way

[minthological]

hello, fwendy-wends!

i bring you my little painting of wiggog y'wrath because i am. not normal about him. haha

sketch + alt pics below the cut <3

the one above is before sealant, these ones are ~30 minutes after sealing! also tilted one a little so you can see the shinies better! highlights my beloved 💚

[anemonet]

this bad boy can fit so much sick symbolisms

[doodle17]

The curse of getting into media and games that no one my age cares about