#look i made my own tag

[whump-in-the-closet]

For the ask game you just reblogged, 10, 18, or 36 with a character of your choice!

thanks so much for the ask! (from this ask game) I used my character chiar because he always gets himself into situations like so

and for context it happens roughly sometime after this piece

masterlist.

10. left for dead

18. broken bones

36. creative restraints

cw: left for dead, broken fingers, trapped in a fishing net, implied beating, vague suicidal thoughts, magic system that manifests as a voice in the characters head, inhuman whumpee

***

“Leave him, he won’t last the night.”

The lamps reflected dully on the crowd of liquid shapes that had formed on the edge of the dock.

There were a few murmurs of dissent but one by one, the figures drifted off. With a parting kick at the limp shape on the ground, the last figure trailed off, dropping a blood-stained stick behind them. The wood creaked underneath their feet and then all was silent.

Wind blew up from the lake, whistling against the metalwork and piles of netting that lay discarded. Nothing moved. The shadows condensed around a net, receding and then growing larger like a small ocean onto themselves. Or like the shadows were breathing.

The net moved– not by a lot. But trapped inside it, Chiar stirred. He instantly regretted it. Moving was not optimal.

The wind brushed against his face, smacking him with the smell of fish and mud. Chiar gagged, only to regret doing that too.

There was no release from the aching pain that spread through every limb in his body. It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt–

Pull it together.

He needed to move. He needed to leave the town before morning. He needed to pull it together or when they found him still alive, they might just throw him in the harbor.

You always get yourself into a mess. Should have listened to me and killed ‘em.

Chiar ignored the voice in his head and braced himself. He would have to sit up– despite the fact it felt like his entire right side had been beaten to a pulp. Oh, god, that was going to hurt. So, so, so bad. Why couldn’t he just stay on the ground? Yes, he was lying in his own blood and trapped in a net, but at least it was better than trying to move.

Even thinking about moving made him want to roll into the harbor anyway.

Shouldn’t have been so vulnerable. Should have attacked them first.

Shut up.

Was breathing supposed to hurt? He didn’t think it was, because he remembered breathing was fine just before the first of the oh-so-lovely-citizens had tried to bash his head in.

There had been so many.

You really should have killed them.

Ignoring the voice in his head was getting harder and harder by the second. Between the voice and the pain, it was hard to think clearly.

He needed to get up. That much he knew.

Chiar moved his left hand slightly to the side, the wood wet. Sticky. Probably from the blood he’d coughed up. He would need to check to see if he’d lost any teeth. Later. Not now. But that wasn’t too bad. Then, his right hand. And that was worse. He choked back a shout. A quick glance confirmed what he had feared– even in the darkness, he knew the bones weren't supposed to look like that. Fingers weren't supposed to be twisted and snapped.

Chiar looked away, staring up through the net. There were no stars, and the sky, cut up by the pieces of rope, was as dark as the lake.

How are you going to get out of this one?

Chiar slowly pulled his hand close to him. Even more slowly, he moved all his weight onto his left arm. Then, as quickly as possible, he pushed himself up. He cried out in pain before collapsing again, black dots swirling in his vision.

The weighted net should not have been that hard to throw off. But he could not manage it. The wind brushed against the cryptid’s face, but he could not feel it.

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[doctorsiren]

I had a thought

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[spicyvampire]

He was balls deep in an emergency meeting [insp.]

4MINUTES (2024) EP. 5

[waterghostype]

volume cw (i tried lowering it but jic. also loud swearing)

[bebagerie]

hold me close

[demonproofboi]

S: It's not just about eating, it's about the experience! A: That's how the best memories are made.

[seagull-scribbles]

“Ain’t turtles supposed to be endangered?”

“Only the ones who can’t do this!”

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[jerrythebug]

This is how my first try at drawing Booster and Beetle went. I was redrawing comic panels and such, it was great fun!

[turtlemurmurs]

tfw your boss follows you on your honeymoon/afterlife

[misscouchpotatobew]

Anguirus loses his hammock privileges

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[katabay]

trains :)

this is a very rough and scribbly comic, but sometimes that's all a comic is going to end up being lmao. the guy with the jacket is darren, glasses is andy. not featured, andy's dead brother who nevertheless insists on haunting the subtext

the main thing I wanted to draw was the train tho

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Jingles a little bell in front of you to convince you to do tasks.

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