#and do it with bea

[avassharpe]

[dreaming-of-lu]

idk, have a fierce deity sketch

[lizaisdrawing]

Meet the joyfuls 💙💚🧡

Wow this took toooo long.

I hope I did them justice, they’re all so amazingly designed.

[portraitdelajeunefilleenfeu]

@metaldamage ! #Avatrice #WarriorNun #SaveWarriorNun

[thewhumpening-thesequel]

Whumpee silently patrols Whumper's property, a muzzle tight on their face. It itches underneath the straps but Whumpee isn't allowed to touch it. They've been stripped of their humanity, as if never human in the first place. Whumpee trotted like a well-trained dog, alert for intruders.

A thick shock collar encircles their neck, pinching the skin around the clip. Squeezing their throat like a consistent reminder of their entrapment. It took years for Whumpee to become like this, an aggressive guard dog that could be left unsupervised for weeks without any attempt to run.

Whumper would always tell they how well they did, even letting them inside for a couple of hours if they caught a trespasser. Early on, Whumpee wasn't appreciative of that. It took them being left tied to a stake in an uncovered part of the property for a whole year for them to learn that lesson.

They were not a pet, they were not an art piece, they were not meant to be loved or given luxury. Yet, Whumper would give them scratches on the top of their head, stroke their cheeks and praise them. They gave them sweets, once in a while, treated them like a thing to be cared for and not a tool.

Whumpee's feet are rough and cut up, freckles fleck their skin, and their hair bleached by the sun. Dirt clings to their skin, gravel dust colouring the ends of their limbs. Scars litter their skin like little reminders of their failures and slights.

They curl up under the house's porch, some nights. Right at the edge, so they can watch from someplace covered. Whumpee looks up at the stars. Those little lights, twinkling up in the sky, oh so free, call to them. And, yet, Whumpee knows they'll never reach the sky. They'll go with the ashy dust, settling into a random corner, trapped.

One day, there's a trespasser. However, this one seems... familiar. It bugs Whumpee but they push past it. It's not their job to think about things like that, it's their job to protect their master and their property. Whumpee growls, ignoring the person's worried and confused facial expression.

Caretaker didn't recognize Whumpee when they first saw them. It's like an animal had taken over Whumpee's body. The sounds they were making nothing short of animalistic. Caretaker stumbled back when the other lunged. Their eyes glance to the deck, where Whumper stands with a smug grin.

[melspontaneus]

[wingedsilva]

I give you... spidey ava and her well-dressed overprotective girlfriend roommate!

bonus:

[whatimdoing-here]

WARRIOR NUN | Ava calling Beatrice, "Bea"

Request from my @commander0fmyheart but who wouldn't want it.

[simplykorra]

beatrice + seeing ava upset

[imnotcommitedtothis]

Oh Alejandro and his bad bad intentions (kissing Heather and comforting her when she's sad)

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok Voice: You are her official right hand while I have been making detailed psychological observations about her for the past four years - we are not the same.

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[dreaming-of-lu]

just a panel redraw in my style uwu Because they asked to be tagged: @cloudninetonine, @lost4pandora

[scullys-scalpel]

This may be my favorite moment from any piece of television

The Golden Girls | 3.02

[kostekkaz]

Nitw gang (and hc)

Can you tell I got lazy with the background

[clownsuu]

What was that thing in Julie's closet? Can I say hi to it? :0

Sure thing!

cw spooky imagery

Everyone’s got demons in their closet

[repmet]

Wingwoman Princess Beatrice