#force restart

[news4nose]

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[ganondoodle]

extremely rough color scheme update to these two idiots (affectionately)

(zelda; hylia and demise)

[zhoras-bitch]

Me after reading just 2 episodes of HWTU:

[fuji-iri]

resolve

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zenith / sirius starlo design by @here1snyan! saw this design and immediately knew i had to make fanart

[fuckfuckgoback]

PEOPLE DO NOT OWE YOU PERFECT COMMUNICATION AS TO WHY THEY DISLIKE YOU. SOME THINGS WILL NEVER BE RESOLVED AND YOU NEED TO ACCEPT THAT AND MOVE ON. ALL YOU CAN CHANGE IS YOURSELF AND YOU NEED TO PRIORITIZE NOT HURTING OTHERS INSTEAD OF CONVINCING THEM WHY YOU DIDN'T IN THE FIRST PLACE

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

why do they have to say "they've flatlined! Get the defibrillator!" when it's just as easy to say "they're in a lethal heart rhythm!! Get the defibrillator!" and it's ACTUALLY MEDICALLY ACCURATE

[starryybrained]

I fucking LOVE nonhumans turned into humans and subsequently experiencing human emotions and the pain that comes with it. I have no idea what to call it or if it’s a trope at all but I love it when nonhuman, possibly powerful characters are transformed into humans - maybe it’s a punishment or an accident, who knows? All whumpee knows is that their life has changed forever and there might never be a “cure” to change them back.

It’s EVEN BETTER if whumpee has hurt people and now that they’re weaker those people see it as an opportunity to take their revenge on whumpee

[the-meme-monarch]

the welcome home website almost bricked my phone i think

[lucidicer]

i update my pc and the entire thing bricks itself. great

[pinkfey]

let’s go game breaking bugs 😍

[sibling-neighbor-comrade]

//KINGFISHER

Anyway the team had our first mission together since I came back to the group.

It went...fine. but gooseboy's mech got hit with a tech attack at one point and slammed me pretty hard, then I heard like? Voices? Talking about darkness and wandering souls or whatever the fuck.

Hate this HORUS shit man I'm not paid enough to deal with it.

[ace-turned-confused]

SHE’S HERE

this is now my most prized possession, thanks for coming to my ted talk. pls enjoy these examples of tom nook being a capitalist swine as i started a new island, as well as me outside my tent and catching a dory.

also if anyone like……… idk…………. wants to be switch friends and play silly games together 👉🏻👈🏻😗

[uph0ricc]

ok anyways

i spent like. multiple hours yesterday redrawing the entire red dead map so i could like. annotate it as my oc when i finally get around to writing it. it's not done yet (still have to erase some of the water) but i'm taking a break bc the file is like 5k by 5k and almost 30mb

if anyone has ideas for what i could put in the top left and bottom right that would be very epic

[starryybrained]

JuneofDoom Day 19 - “This can’t be happening!”/Sobbing

Part two of two - Reverb gets exactly what’s coming to him… but he also gets a second chance. (Previous.)

Content: Demon whumpee, whumper-turned-whumpee, whumpee-turned-whumper, demon hunter whumper, female whumper, forced transformation, forced humanization, threatening to kill, gun use

The gun fired, blinding him with a flash of light and throwing Reverb backwards into the wall behind him. He was left in a crumpled heap on the ground. The hunter had fallen to the ground too, but she’d fallen in the way someone who knows how to break their fall does, and returned to her feet in the blink of an eye.

Reverb choked, trying to ask What the fuck was that? — but nothing came out of his mouth. His wings twitched, and the skin between them felt stretched too tight, wrong.

“Uhh..nnghhh..”

His entire body was too small, prickling and twisting and he couldn’t move during it all, he could only watch as his talons shrank away, as his tail disappeared and he lost feeling in his wings, as every little thing that made him him vanished.

Everything became duller, muted. Fuzzy.

He brought a heavy hand to his face, feeling his cheek. It was soft and squishy. Fleshy. He felt his scalp. There was hair there now — and where were his horns!

No, no… this couldn’t be happening —

No fangs, brownish skin, dulled senses, short nails —

The hunter had made him human.

He gasped for air.

… Air?!— He even had to breathe now?

He coughed, gasping for more.

“Wha.. th’ffuck?!” He tried to say, unused to using muscles that were supposed to be his own.

He lifted himself up with shaky arms, looking up.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

The hunter was right there.

His heart beat faster and faster, and he breathed harder, his head spinning from how fast he was taking in oxygen. Reverb felt as though his ribcage was going to break.

The hunter looked down on him.

“Say, maybe I’ll give you a chance — I count down from ten, you run for your life, and if I don’t find you afterwards, then you get to live.”

“Got it?”

Reverb sat on the ground, staring up at her, pathetic in the way he backed away.

Everything shook. He didn’t even nod. He bolted.

The hunter watched him go.

“One.”

Reverb stumbled, not used to running. He couldn’t take flight and it was an awful feeling, being stuck to the ground.

“Two.”

He could still hear her voice. Dammit, he wasn’t far enough —

He scrambled past a dumpster, wondering if that would be a good hiding place but discarding the thought. He ran out into the street, dodging cars and weaving through the city.

“Three.”

He could barely hear her voice anymore, but the countdown continued in his mind. He pushed through pedestrians on the sidewalk who were still out at this hour, ignoring their angry shouts. Who cared that he was inconveniencing them anyway?

Four.

He was sure he’d lost her now. But how sure could he really be? … He continued running, aimless, deeper into the city.

Five.

He’d slammed into a lamppost.

Six.

He held his head, aching.

Seven.

Shit, it hurt!—

Eight.

He turned and on a whim, entered a bar, still clutching his head, avoiding the windows.

Nine.

The door closed with a thud, and he pressed his way deeper inside, desperate.

Ten.

He held his breath.

Nothing happened.

He stumbled his way further into the building, entering the bathrooms and locking himself in one of the rooms.

When he did, he could glimpse a reflection of himself in the mirror.

His breathing quickened again.

He looked disgusting. Pathetic and disheveled and filled with terror.

Something tightened in his throat.

… Reverb watched as the version of him in the mirror started crying.

His vision blurred, and he grabbed his chest as it heaved, sucking in deep breaths, sobs leaving his mouth.

Oh god.

He shuddered, sniffling.

He was stuck like this.

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

Heyyy, Sylus? How ya doing there bud? You're looking a little like my sim after she lights her cereal on fire.

[cosmicwhoreo]

... I should start labeling these things better...