#wet rat of a man

[pixlerelish]

💘 Rahul Mehra moodboard for @laughableillusions 💘

[aljeensane]

two mr darcies for funsies because i watched them back to back the other week :D

[mueslicrumbs]

[theinkbunny]

They did not need to make him that much of a pathetic little meow meow and I love that they did

[boredguitarfish]

DH1 Corvo give me this intense sad wet dog energy

[dixonsbrat]

sometimes i miss when daryl looked like a rabid dog that had never gotten a tetanus shot in his life. when he refused to wear sleeves and looked like he had no idea what deodorant was. when he would literally shudder at affection and mouth off anyone that looked at him even a little bit funny. someone bring my husband home. please.

[trader-scars]

ren went from king of hermitcraft to minister of rubbish dump. alexa play fallen kingdom by captain sparklez

[familyparadox]

Fitz I don’t think this is normal.

Caption This!

[yennao]

Tossing in my own Johnny Constantine for @ratblazer 's DTIYS. Check them out for more! Their original image is this one here!

[steddieonbigboy]

Steve can talk about how hot Eddie is all day but all Robin can think when she looks at him is hmm wet rat.

Steve's like no look at him and Robin's like yeah yeah I see the rat man. the feral racoon person.

Steve's like no for real he's so beautiful and Robin's like are we looking at the same thing? that is a wet rat in the shape of a man.

[likesummerrainn]

AEW Dynamite | 10.16.24

[sunflowers-and-scales]

pls get him brown contacts im literally shaking rn

(is this yalls man. if so… like… why. enlighten me. idk)

[withersage]

shitty doodle before I did art school homework (did not sleep till 3:40)

[secret-third-thing]

For Day 3 of @erisweekofficial: Healing | Betrayal

Art by @taymartiart Commissioned by @secret-third-thing

look, I really just wanted wet eris. dedicated to @whisperingmidnights

do not repost

[coyotescribbles]

Something's Wrong With Frankie

Henry didn't understand it.

Frankie had always been a bit of a bastard - it was in his programming, a fundamental part of his character. He was supposed to be mean and scary.

Towards paying guests who wanted the challenge of trying to beat his obstacle course.

When he was "on the clock."

Not towards him.

Not when they were supposed to be off-duty.

It was almost like a switch had been flipped, and now his friend was... someone he didn't recognize. The guy who had at least tolerated him, and who even actively sought out his company sometimes, was gone without a trace - and where did you even start looking when it came to something like that?

Henry didn't have the first clue.

In hindsight, maybe he should have said something to the technicians. Maybe they could have found the problem before it became, well... a problem, and fixed it before it escalated and escalated and escalated. Maybe the park wouldn't have shut down. Maybe that twisted "game" never would have started. Maybe... maybe all those people wouldn't have died.

Or maybe they'd already known. Maybe they'd been told not to intervene. Maybe it was deliberate.

Maybe, maybe, maybe, so many maybes, almost as unbearable as the incessant ringing of the phones...

That was another thing that had started, not too long after Frankie's personality shift. All the phones, ringing all the time. The only escape from them was in the server room where they recharged, and he only went up there once a week. He couldn't hide up there all the time.

He didn't want to think that it was Frankie doing it, because why would his friend want to hurt him like that? But he was the only other person in the complex most of the time, and the phones never stopped ringing.

The years ticked by.

The place grew emptier.

Frankie grew meaner.

And Henry grew lonelier.

The day Frankie broke his face in was the last day that Henry even tried to approach him, withdrawing entirely to hide in the back hallways and the server room, and only setting foot in the maze on game days. It wasn't like he had guests to interact with anymore, after all, and few contestants ever made it as far as his zone. What was there even left for him to do?

He didn't want to deal with the gory mess that was his lobby. He didn't want to hear the constant never-ending ringing of the phones.

He didn't want to risk crossing paths with the thing wearing Frankie's face.

The only thing he wanted was to have his friend back.

[inkyrainstorms]

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