#also the definition of his arm

[borathae]

i dont know how to handle koos full sleeve being exposed

[itsdefinitely]

this is how richie's death went in my head

[fusionsprunt]

to sum it up, drink water. plenty of it.

I refuse to acknowledge character ref sheets anymore so i'll keep adding new changes to a design until i'm satisfied with the result.

[goore-ghoul]

Mary Goore

[hayaku14]

KAISHIN STANS WE EATING GOOD

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 6 - prompt 6: Time-Turner [word count 622]

It had become a sort of routine, the first night after they all came back to Hogwarts after spending the holidays apart. After the train ride, and the banquet, when they closed the door of their dorm, they kicked off their shoes and gathered on James’s bed. There, Sirius finally let the cheery mask he had worn since that morning drop and nestled in James’s arms, James delicately passing a hand in his hair. Remus kneeled at the bottom of the bed and slowly rolled up Sirius’s trousers, doing his best not to grimace at the sight of the new wounds appearing on the back of Sirius’s calves, and delicately applied a healing pomade Poppy gave him every Full, before bandaging them. Peter then carefully measured the right amount of drops of the Sleeping Draught he had brewed to give Sirius a good, dreamless night of sleep without knocking him out immediately. After that they all relaxed back on the pillows, or on James’s chest in Sirius’s case, and played the Time-Turner game.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Peter was saying in that moment, “I would travel back and meet the founders of Hogwarts.”

“That would be cool,” Remus agreed. “I wonder how different they were to how they’ve been pictured in History.”

“I’m a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, according to family lore,” Sirius yawned, the Sleeping Draught evidently close to achieving its goal. “So he must have been insanely hot too.”

“Of course, Pads,” James smiled, patting him on the head.

Remus caught himself nodding and stopped immediately, but not before Peter shot him a knowing look and he turned away, feeling his cheeks heat up. Damn that stupid crush of his on Sirius fucking Black of all people.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” James went on, “I would travel back and watch a Quidditch game when McGonagall played Chaser for Gryffindor.”

“That would be awesome!” Peter exclaimed. “Also, can you imagine her at our age?”

There was a moment of silence, then they all shook their heads laughing. Sirius managed to yawn mid-laugh and ended up closing his eyes, his nose buried  in James’s shirt.

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Remus said, “I would go back and meet Merlin himself.”

“I kind of imagine him like Dumbledore in a way. Maybe you would find out they’re related,” James smiled, moving his hand in Sirius’s hair. “Pads? Do you want to keep playing or are you asleep?”

“If I had a Time-Turner,” Sirius mumbled without even opening his eyes, “I would travel back and stop my mother and my Uncle Cygnus from murdering my Uncle Alphard, so that he could live on and take me and Regulus in.”

A stunned silence followed, the only sound Sirius’s snores. They looked at each other, eyes wide, each wondering if what they had just heard was true, each of them knowing deep down it was. Nothing was past the so-called Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, and they were well placed to know not even their own members were safe. Remus’s hands balled into fists as James’s arms closed protectively around Sirius’s sleeping form.

“If I had a Time-Turner, I would go back and blast both Orion and Walburga Black out of existence,” Remus whispered.

He swallowed, his eyes moving from Sirius’s bandaged calves to his face, finally serene in his sleep. Peter leaned closer and silently pried Remus’s hands open just before he could break the skin.

“Unfortunately,” Remus went on, his voice trembling, “they did manage to make one of the things I love the most in this world and I would never want to lose him.”

He was grateful his friends chose just to nod and smile at him.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 184

“Well damn.” 

Jason wrenched his gaze from the mess of red and green spattered across the room, searching for the source of the voice. His head hurt, he wanted his Dad. He wanted Bruce. He… his head hurt. His everything hurt. 

“Honestly, didn’t expect them to find another half-breed. Didn’t think there was another halfa out there…”  

He tore his gaze away from the floor- when had it gotten there- finally finding the other… person? The person giving him an empty smile through some sort of muzzle and missing an entire arm. Well, he couldn’t judge, he’d torn his nails off while digging out of his grave before… this. 

“Hey, kid, don’t sweat it, it’ll grow back,” the man apparently noticed where he was staring, shoulder twitching as he shrugged and more green pouring out. Jason couldn’t stop staring, eyes slipping from the growing pool to the rest of the chains apparently keeping the person on that side of the… room? Cage? Cell? 

“Shit, hey, kid, kid, don’t cry, uh, fuck, shh, kid don’t cry-” the person made a noise, some sort of hum or croon that caused him to relax. To his already brain-damaged confusion. “C’mere, away from the door now, shh…” 

Oh, when had he started to move? It was like he blinked and was stumbling away towards the chained person, practically tripping over a limb before the person managed to catch him. “Ope, oh you’re just a little baby-” a hand, clawed, carefully ran through his hair, tucking him against a rumbling chest that nearly made him tear up again. He wanted Bruce. 

“It’s alright kid, shh, they won’t get you,” the man rumbled, everything about him green to his rapidly closing eyes. Pale skin like a corpse, black scales like rot, hair white like snow, all stained green with blood.  “They’d have to kill me again for that.” 

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

I thought Michonne and Andrea were gay when we were introduced to that whole situation

ref

[sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep]

SWK, putting on a mask: I will conceal my face and make this industrial pipeyard my bachelor pad so no one knows its me

also SWK: *has this epic motorcycle monkey sculpture on display*

IT EVEN HAS THE SAME BLING HE DOES SIR!!!

HOW DID NO ONE KNOW IT WAS YOU

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[sleeperagentclone]

I feel like we shouldn't over look the fact that all they did last episode was get new t shirts, they didn't manage to get any pants and none of them like cleaned up at all, they are rolling up to this race in completely soaked in blood expect for their brand new, hotel branded, matching t shirts

[science-lings]

Do you guys ever think about the fact that Zelda didn’t know if Link was alive or dead for months to a year until the master sword told her but she’s banking everything on him being alive to defeat Ganondorf before then bc she believes in him so damn much that she knows that a direct gloom attack that broke the master sword into pieces and throwing himself into an endless abyss just in an attempt to catch her wouldn’t be enough to keep him down for long.

And also from the moment Link wakes up he’s looking for her, no matter who he meets or what’s going on his first question is always ‘where’s Zelda? Have you seen her?’ And he’s been chasing any desperate fragment of her that could be left behind or clearly just puppeting her skin around, and he falls for it every damn time because he can’t help but follow her anywhere.

Do you think he blames himself for her choosing to sacrifice everything? Do you think he regrets sending her the master sword when restoring it was the reason she chose to eat that stone? She could’ve stayed in the past, with all her memories intact, she’d probably even have a happy life but if there was any way to return to him, she would take it. Even if there was no known way to get her back to her old self, she would kill everything that made her who she was just to be there for him thousands of years in the future. And wouldn’t that just tear him up inside, witnessing exactly how she killed herself because of a choice he made.

[httpiastri]

new paul gym pic on his story!!

the scream i let out……. its not even funny

[saturnniidae]

I feel like Hiccup was a biter as a young kid. Like he'd occasionally say something a little too snarky to Snotlout and almost get beat up for it, but narrowly escape (not without several bruises) by biting him hard then running off to the forest to seek safety with woodland creatures

[puppetmaster13u]

Slowly rotating designs for the meat marionette bodies.

Only sketched Dick & Bruce for now, but I like to think that they're partially made from their own blood. Any corpse that doesn't make it to the morgue, human or animal, might get dragged down by tendrils Gemini Home Entertainment style to the Hive.

Apologies if I am spamming, but what do you think @phoenixcatch7? Tried to make Dick look slightly more mammalian or avian compared to Bruce but idk if that came through lol.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

They gave Topper a girlfriend— devastating actually, I hope he stays fucking insane and obsessive and possessive and a little bitch cause otherwise what’s the poooiiinntttt

I need my kooks PATHETIC and USELESS. She better blow up on him for ignoring her to do whatever Rafe’s asking of him this time, I need him to be the worst boyfriend ever cause there’s no way that man can Be Normal for a second lol