#HAHA SUFFER

[monkey-wrench-series]

When the pizza sale ends soon but you're still at work.

[cocoafizz]

[yokaishinari]

It's (almost) innocent and rather funny I swear, making a cut to be safe 😂. Two pics under cut 👇

They were playing strip poker and since Shadow doesn't wear anything, if he lost he was supposed to put something on. Rouge had just the garment for him. 😈

[mothmanperson]

dead dove: do not eat, dark content be warned

Many many years ago, in the far, far lands of the scalding sands there lived a wealthy family. they appeared to be a normal family with many children to carry on the legacy of fame and wealth.

though many secrets were hidden behind a magic curtain of lies and deception. the father was a rather powerful sorcerer, and thus reigned over his family with an iron fist.

married to a woman he didn't love and having children all for the sake of having a fitting heir to his prowess, he truly hated his family.

his children had been cursed to keep their mouth shut about his abilities, a curse mark branded to the back of their throat, they shall never drop a word about anything that happened behind the closed curtains of their mansion.

all the children where raised to utmost obedience, and disobedience was treated harshly. it was more of a prison than a home.

the children had curse marks around their wrist like a beautiful looking bracelet tattoo, keeping them locked in the dull house of horrors as some liked to call.

the mother spent her days locked away in the shared bedroom, she was sick.

(she was not)

the father has not been as harsh as other times the last few days, he had received some joyful news from servant who were sent out looking for something.

and they came back with results.

(they better, or there'd be less servants the next day)

one day, the children had all been called forth, kneeling, pristine and without flaw, before the father, in his hand a simple oil lamp. a common household thing for richer people like them.

(him)

without another word he called your name, you shall step forth.

with little to no hesitation you did, sweat running down the side of your face.

you had no idea if he was pleased or if he wasn't. you had no idea if you were about to be punished or praised. you had no idea what was going on in his head and you couldn't read his face.

and that bothered you.

you wanted him to be proud of you, to rub it into your siblings faces that you did something right for once in your life.

you wanted to fulfil his every wish so that he only had you to praise.

(how selfish)

oh how fate took your plea the wrong way.

speaking with words you did not understand the lamp began to glow on one side, a rune or sigil. you didn't regonize it.

he pressed his long, boney

(disgusting, hurtful, scratchy, rough-)

fingers against the round mark and it copied in a strange orange light onto his fingers as he beckoned you forward.

when you were at his side he spoke of more unknown things and abruptly took both of your hands in his.

with sudden force, something seemed to be forced into your hands, you could not see what it was.

(you later learned it was the responsibility of a life imprisoned in eternity)

blood pooled in your hands, running down the length of your arms and dripping down to the floor, the sweet addicting stench of rotting flesh filling the air, as your once vermillion colored blood turned a sickly greenish black.

soon enough the same color replaced your tears and came flooding out of your nose, mouth and ears.

it burned away at your flesh and muscle and you could feel the strangely familiar feeling of something being scratched into your bones.

heavy silver bracelets, covering the black curse marks, courtesy of your father, encased your wrist and ankles, thick blackish chains connection them to the tiny hole of the lamp neck.

during the whole ordeal you felt as if on fire, yet so cold you could see your fingers blackening by second.

(black magic cursing through your veins is what you saw, staining your fingertips in a cruel fate)

yet you did not scream.

(your father hated that noise)

your siblings watched in horror as a sudden force, one of endless powerful magic, began to drag you into the lamp, the cracks of your bones causing some to cringe or even throw up.

the more the lamp sucked you in, the more delicate lines grew out of the sigil.

but your father seemed to have underestimated the impact of creating a powerful being such as a genie, and just as the lid closed shut, a massive amount excess energy shot out from the lamp and eradicated the small town with everything that its worth, killing more than 2000 people in under a second, with them the father, the mother and the chilren.

nothing was left but sand dunes and stone, nothing the tell the story of the once wealthy family. nothing but an inconspicuous lamp with strange sigils.

the father wanted power and wealth, the child wanted nothing more to be seen. and for a second both had what they wanted.

now the father had nothing and the child was forgotten, as with time less and less grave robbers and adventurers visited the ruines of the village, everything robbed and no stone left atop one another.

but none seemed to find the lamp.

and over time more sand covered the tragedy, and nobody shall no what happened.

(the father's curse seemed to be still working)

until many thousands of years later two friends stumbled upon a strange place, they shall find an old rusted oil lamp.

they took it with them, spending some time trying to uncover its secrets and the meaning behind the lines and engravings only to forget about it again and move one.

as a new section of their life started, both moves into a school that sorted out the gifted from the ones that are not.

and one of the boys seemed to have packed a lamp he had forgotten about.

(backstory yay, also plus boy by gigaP started playing when i wrote this so hope you enjoyed)

[askzloyxp]

I've been doing a lot more zloyposting in the past couple days

But fret not: it earns me 0 money and progresses my career none!

[chefmaocooking]

[foronceididntlookback]

me: ill make a tumblrina out of you yet chels (my irl friend who just joined): nooooooo

[thekavseklabs]

Watching people get horny anons, pointing and laughing

[sserpent1ne]

real conversations ive had

[kimtaegis]

Destination: your heart Estimated Time of Arrival: whenever you need him ➤ for @jung-koook ♡

[oldbutchdaniel]

david tennant do you want me dead.

[asktheemotions]

PART 4 of: What would've happened If the other emotions didn't forgive Anxiety? (Last part for this ask)

Bet you wish I didn't give up on coloring for that one page, you know which one I'm talking about. maybe I'll color that single page later for fun. Or, maybe If enough people want to, I’ll let you guys color them in your own style. Please comment, I really enjoy reading what you think of my art. I read every single one and try to respond to all aswell. Plus I enjoy hearing how much pain yall are in for reading what I made, lol.

I hope this is explains why the other characters were written a bit out of character. It’s because it’s a nightmare. It’s not real. The only character that is real in this is Anxiety. The others are a figment of her worst worrys.

Prev< Cover >Next (IMPORTANT UPDATE)

[saccharyne]

@echobled​ (g’raha) - starter call

          ‘ i... i’m sorry, i’m so— i didn’t.. i didn’t mean to— i just— ’     i just wanted to become stronger faster was what ryne was struggling to get out of her throat, but all she managed to utter was some incoherent mumbling of panic-filled apologies. she’d done it again, failing and falling short of everyone’s expectation as the oracle of light, despite her desperate efforts at preventing it; it happened again and kept latching onto her like a curse: this aggravating helplessness that rendered her powerless in the face of danger, that rendered her a damsel in distress in need of a knight in shining armour. she hated feeling like this. 

          so ryne took it upon herself to become better. to get stronger. to control her power with more efficiency, more accuracy, more reliability for she understood just so how life-changing their cause was, and everyone was counting on them, on her to achieve the nearly impossible to save what was of left of this dying star, and she was painfully aware of the reality that there was no place for the weak, the useless here— it shamed her to have remained a heavy burden thus long. she wanted to at least contribute something— anything— even if it was some meager things such as slaying some lesser sin eaters...

          apparently, she couldn’t even do that without endangering herself or getting herself cornered, because once again, she failed. and once again, the crystal exarch had to protect her at the cost of his own safety. the sin eaters though were far less formidable than those the warrior of light faced, were threatening in number. she could easily take down one or two of them at a time, but a horde of sin eaters was a different story; nothing could have prepared her for this sudden swarm assault— squeezing her eyes shut, she was mentally steeling herself to embrace what was to come... before the crystal exarch arrived and received these wounds that were rightfully hers. 

          ryne wanted to cry. 

          ‘ i’m so— l.. let me— no, please— ’     her vision was blurred with tears. she didn’t know what she was going to say, or what she was trying to do. she only knew she wanted these ugly gashes gone from his back, she wanted the bleeding to stop, she wanted it to stop now! minfilia, if you are listening, please help me just one more time... help me control this damn power!

[collophora]

Fics rec of the week, and especially if you like well-written Wrecker, is the entire work of @electrikworm on AO3 In order:

The Batch have a terrible day

Human Shield

A peaceful moment

(But go read the others too)

[wolfythewitch]

Hi wolfy!

How are you? Loved your animatic in the live stream and your animatics in general,they make me wanna get up from my bed and jump all over the room and scream.

Anyway now that the thunder saga in released can you give us a tier list of all the songs? Or just the top 5 that you enjoy the most. Sorry if you have already done this before but I'm really curious

Oh haha thank you. And hmmm

My top five would probably be

1. No Longer You

2. Storm

3. My Goodbye

4. Wouldn't you like

5. Just a Man

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !