#Runs away giggling

[nemkero]

how do i use tumblr help

[thapunqueen]

new year same me i still want that bald sniper with the 3 intelligence

[west-brooke]

I was rewatching FMA Brotherhood and some of the dialogue just hit me like a ton of bricks and so of course I had to draw the future rise boys with it.

[shaiwazh3re77425]

The Important Thing

@intotheelliwoods

How much I love dad puns...

Anyways, Hiii~! I got excited and motivated by this post:

I just love your comic and I know I got the colors wrong, but I'm too lazy to change them lol.

Hope you like this! And I hope we can be friends ! <3

P.S. I also can't draw hands. Let alone robot ones. So~ oh well. Hehehehehhehehehe~

[rbtlvr]

2al fancomic (aka sometimes @intotheelliwoods says things on discord and there are Consequences)

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[boxfullaturtles]

The great Baron Draxum + humiliation or left to bleed

It doesn't even cross his mind that, even after everything, there would be people who still hated him.

He has protections on the apartment Michelangelo had given him, he's not an idiot. But Draxum doesn't see the point in barricading his living place with tedious layers upon layers of spells. As long as he's not in the Hidden City, who cares what he's doing.

Someone cares, obviously.

Someone cares because Draxum has come home from a long shift of serving lunch to ungrateful human brats and found he's not alone in his apartment.

There's a knife between his ribs before he can register the other presence.

It's not enough to bring him down, but it's enough to severely wound him. Especially from a blade specifically meant to counteract a yokai's natural healing abilities. There's hot blood staining his clothes, pouring through his fingers as he presses them to his wound. It's hard to breathe, his gasps sound wet and he feels like he's drowning--a punctured lung, probably. Shit.

The blade bites into his thigh before he manages to put distance between himself and his assailant. A cough scrapes his chest and he tastes metal on his tongue.

He lashes out with his vines, adrenaline numbing the blinding pain, and smashes his attacker into the wall. The energy it takes leaves him staggering, leaning against the kitchen counter to keep himself upright. Baron Draxum will not be downed by a simple knife wound, he refuses! He is stronger than this!

The way his breath wheezes thickly says otherwise.

A flash of the knife flying at him and Draxum throws himself to the side to avoid it. But his attacker has chased their weapon, snatching it from the air and whirling on him with a ferocious precision. An assassin, then, a trained professional. Well, at least it's not some hapless nobody, that would have been embarrassing.

His vines do a decent job of blocking their strikes as he backpedals, trying to create distance. But they are persistent and he is rapidly growing weaker.

They break through his defenses and dig their knife deeply into his chest, slicing easily through his shirt--useless, no defensive properties, no armor, just fabric. The red spray leaves a streak across his attacker and Draxum falls to the floor.

He's bleeding profusely in two places now and his vision is going dark and fuzzy at the edges. There are patterns of crimson dancing across the floor of his apartment. He doesn't try to get up. He wasn't going to win this fight, not after that initial blow. He's nowhere near as strong as he used to be.

A glance up at the assassin finds them staring back without expression. All he can see is their eyes, cold and hard and professional. Draxum lets his head hang, breath stuttering. There's a creak of floorboards and he knows he is alone. The assassin knows their job is done. Draxum cannot hope to recover from this on his own and no one will be coming for him, not this late in the day, in the middle of the week.

He is a dead man.

He lets his eyes close. Well, it'd been a decent life, all things considered. He hopes his death does not make Michelangelo cry. (He knows it will. He wishes he could apologize. He wishes he had hugged Michelangelo more.)

His blood is cooling rapidly as it pools around him, sticky against his fur. His breathing is shallow. His thoughts are slipping away.

Somewhere close by and yet miles away, there is a bang of a door slamming open. Someone is laughing.

The laughter breaks off abruptly,

"...Barry?"

[its-autumn]

' oh, i see... '

' you hate me that much , huh? '

[submarine-06]

Hey hey hey lover, you don't have to be a star !

Ruinene graphics !

Reblog & credit to use, no id tags please

[lordboo]

working chat…..working….

[thatfupgirl2009]

[thoughts-of-kel]

techinically since all kel memes are canon

this blog is cannon

WRONG! i exist in a paradoxical state

[canine-teethed-sheets]

aight, cross, i'm gonna need you to stay right there... yahh like that

* paper, what is this abou—

NOW OTHER CROSS

* HUH

* SNEAK ATTACK, OTHER ME

* WAGQHAGHSGAGSGAH

* AAAAAHHHH

* aight, dunno why you want me to throw him but

* .

* oh hello—

[charles-breaks-beakers]

valid playlist name

[number-1-harumi-hater]

ellie stickmin

thank you

[doodle17]

Spiderverse was SO GOOD yall

The animation was absolutely gorgeous and there was almost always something happening and the pacing was AWESOME

It felt like you were actually reading a book! It honestly feels like so many movies these days move to fast, but this was perfect

If you haven't seen it yet, pleeaaase do. Definitely worth a watch 👍

Anyways I'm going to make my own spider-sona now byeeeeee

[seepingfrommyskin]

+bonus