#dungeon cops

[the-fellow]

Ye Ol Vending Hole

[0h-s0-sarah]

[keepin-it-on-the-d-l]

No I don’t have favourites, what do you mean

[u3pxx]

whoops, meshi'd them

[dungeonmechoui]

Unprofessional yuri save me.. save me unprofessional yuri.. (image description in alt text)

[ace-bandages]

"I have bigger fish 🐟 to fry. Like red fish to fry"

"Oh 😯☝️ like trout‼️"

"Communist, I'm talking about communists"

"Oh 🙁"

[sleepy-waffle]

love me some monsters for breakfast

[jksnrabbit]

Trudy vs. Trudy vs. Tony [s3 ep5 spoilers]

i genuinely could not wait to post this, i was actually held at gunpoint to make more fanart . it wasnt necessary since i had those plans anyways but it was certainly incentive

tony collette hit the jackpot. the union jackpot.

also peachyville is giving me SUCH The Normal Album vibes. will wood has been on blast for the past several days

[nesperus]

yall have seen the spn/barbie thing right

[artiststarme]

Officer Phil Callahan wasn’t often seen in a positive light. Most people viewed him as immature, impulsive, condescending, and a poor excuse for a poor excuse of a police officer. However, no one could accuse him of being a bad brother. He prided himself on always being there for his little bro and his brother knew he could count on him too for anything. As such, Phil was the first person he went to after receiving the beating of all beatings.

So, when Phil opened his front door to see his baby bro leaning against the doorframe for support with his bruised face bearing more resemblance to a blueberry, he dropped everything to help him.

“Holy goddamn shit, Steve! What the hell happened to your face?!” He ushered Steve inside and settled him on the well-worn couch adorning his small living room.

Phil didn’t know what had happened to his brother and he didn’t know who had tried to pulverize his face but he did know whomever had committed this atrocity would pay. He didn’t care if he had to arrest Jonathan Byers again or face off against the powerful Hagan parents to cuff Tommy H in public, he was going to make someone suffer.

His rage only grew as he watched Steve dry heave and vomit for hours on end. Phil aspired to return the beating to the perpetrator that gave Steve the headache of all headaches and physical damage to boot. He took care of Steve through the night by waking him up every four hours, rubbing his back through the dry heaves, and giving him water to keep him hydrated. As soon as he seemed stable enough to be left alone though, Phil was badgering him for the name of the attacker.

He waited just long enough to hear, “Billy Hargrove, but don’t-“ before he was off.

Dressed in his Sheriff’s Deputy uniform with his gun on his hip, he set off to find the sack of shit that hurt his brother. Would this look bad in front of the townspeople? Definitely. Could it hurt his job and his position in the department? Most probably. But he would do what he had to do and probably beat the shit out of that dirtbag in revenge.

As expected, the Californian hippie delinquent was standing by his Camaro in front of the school with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Phil pulled the patrol care right up to his bumper before storming up to him and shoving him against his own drivers side door. Billy’s cigarette dropped ashes against Phil’s forearm but the rage inside of him burned even more than the fluttering ash. The eyes of nearly the entire student body rested on him but he didn’t let it phase him.

“You roughed up Steve yesterday,” Phil growled.

“You’re crazy. Who the fuck-“

“You’re gonna shut up and listen, buttercup. If you even think about touching Steve again, you kinky shit, I will make your life a living hell. Stay away from my brother.”

“Whatever, man. Did Steve go running home to mommy-“

He didn’t even register his just flying until Billy’s head whipped to the side followed by a pain in his hand. Shit, he just hit a kid. A bitchy one, but a kid nonetheless. “I’m sorr-“

“Is that all you got? I guess you and Stevie-boy both hit like the pansies you are.” Billy sneered at him with blood coating his teeth.

This little prick. Phil wasn’t going to let some high school bully get away with this. First he tries to kill his brother and then he starts talking shit about the both of them? Nope, no siree. Phil pauses but a minute before pulling a pair of handcuffs from his belt and latching them around a struggling Hargove’s wrists. “Okay, you little shit. You’re under arrest for felony assault, attempted murder, and anything else I can throw at you. No school for you today, now get in my car.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” He yelled, bloody spittle spitting from his lips.

“Yep, just like that concussion you gave my brother. Now shut up and stop resisting before I have to shoot you.” He wouldn’t actually shoot this kid but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Phil knew the charges probably wouldn’t stick but he still felt lighter, relieved, that he had gotten at least a little bit of justice for Steve. And if the increasingly panicked murmurings in the backseat brought a smile to his face? Well, no one was any the wiser.

[nat-without-a-g]

We know next to nothing about Sticky Rick, he may not be a returning character, but I need Francis to have even a quasi-friend his age so he’s one of my favorites now. Congrats to him for his job at the drive-in, I doubt he’s going to want to keep it after This Whole Mess. Didn’t look at Anyone else’s designs or drawings here’s hoping we don’t have a consensus for how he looks yet hdfgkslkDFHGKJ

[wowitsmetaylor]

This game taught eight-year-old me that it’s okay to run from the cops sometimes.

[untowardsthoughts]

francis farnsworth is transgender . i know this in my heart of hearts

[koszmarnybudyn]

Two doodler prophets in the world where they didn't have to be.

[its-raining-here]

RIP Morgan your taste in men is truly awful

[risetherivermoon]

played some dnd w/ my friends yesterday and im playing a fucking asshole antagonistic little shit and now i truly have ascended and understand freddie wong on a spiritual level, this shit is funny asf