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aww and what are you supposed to be!!
A mistake.
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@dementia-springtrap
trick or treat!!
aww and what are you supposed to be!!
A mistake.
Insomnia implies the existence of an outsomnia where you have a hard time staying awake
My entire existence
All hail your new galactic emperor @MechaMozie
This is cool and all, but I got distracted because
OH MY GOD IT’S THE FREAKIN’ BAT!
my university library yearns for the dashcon ball pit
soft Jolteon and not prickly at all
what if tumblr brings back editing other people's posts but the op has to turn it on
honestly that is the only situation in which that feature should ever be brought back
any other way goes wrong far far too easily
This was a thing??
I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.
sometimes it just ends up being something like
ITS BACK
@hellsite-hall-of-fame
This fuckass gif sent me into a laughing fit
halfbody cmm
You can spot two cakes in this image :9
thats a lot of cake
WE’RE REACHING LEVELS OF CAKE THAT SHOULDN’T BE POSSIBLE!
Currently thinking about how great Rath is
Can someone help me find the artist for this?
I found it while just looking through nsfw channels on discord servers I’m in, and I NEED to know if there’s more like it, the idea of being free use to all the men at the job I work at in case THEY need stress relief is just…
🤤
Everyone has a reaper that follows them, and how close it is means how likely you are to die. But your reaper… your pretty sure it’s just been messing with you your entire life
Normally, people barely even see their own reaper; either they're perfectly safe so the reaper stays far away and out if their sight, or they're too busy with the near-death experience to pay attention. Only real exceptions are the terminally ill, surgery patients and people in war zones, but every doctor ever always sayd that I was as healthy as can be and i have never even seen war firsthand, so that can't be the reason i see my reaper at least five times a day.
And another thing. As far as i know, no one before me has ever seen a reaper interact with the world except for when their job has come to an end. Yet, just this morning mine went and opened the door for me as I was abkut to leave the house.
Which was nice of them, if extremely weird.
But this wasn't even the first time something like this happened, nor is it a recent developement, far from it.
I can till almost ear the shout my mother let out the first time I tried to cross the street on my own, only for my reaper to apparently pop up right behind me and scare the shit out of everyone in sight. I was so little i only remember much more than the scream and how it left my ears ringing, but mum told the story so many times i can almost feel her arms wrapping around me and the phantom wind from her mad dash away from the dark figure.
Not that it would have helped; everyone knows that you can't outrun a reaper. The sky is blue, fire is hot and reapers cannot be outrun. It's just a fact of life.
But I was fine that time, and I was fine every time after. The pond accident, the library mixup, the birthday clown unplanned thumble and the seagull swarm thingy. All good. Not a single scratch.
I swear one time I even saw it slowly pushing a pen off a table just because. No, really, do i have an ovdrgrown shadow cat following me rather than a spirit? This is a valid question at this point.
Come on, pushing things to the ground? Check. follows me everywhere? Check. Doesn't let anyone come close unless they want to? Check. Disappears for hours only to make a ruckus at three am? Check. Disrupting my work because it wants atten-
The light in the room flickers off.
"Warlock!!!! Your patron set off the circuit breaker again, go deal with it and go the fuck home!"
I sigh. I knew it. I fucking knew it. After a morning of being polite and civil? I knew the afternoon had been too uneventful for that overdramatic diva.
Resigned, i stand up to deal with the daily dose of stalker-assigned-at-birth madness.
"If anything i'm a druid and they're my uncohoperative animal companion!" I shout back. "And I can't leave yet, i need to finish-"
"I don't care what you 'need to finish', warlock. You're already two hours overtime and your buddy there is fussing so get your stuff, turn the light back on and then go. Home"
"but-"
"Home"
"..."
"..."
a terrifying ruckus shocks us both from the staredown. Wait. That sounded like it came from the direction of the elettric panel.
Shit.
"....fiiiine, see you on monday boss. I'll deal with them and leave."
"See ya Warlock"
"Still not my name!"
"GO!"
I hurriedly unplug my PC and shove it in my bag before rushing out into the now apdark and empty corridor.
"Shade! Cpme out you menace! I sewar, if you cut a cable again i'm not letting you pick the movie for the next six months!" It's always been very particular about what they want on for movie night, but if thdy're going to make me rewire shit again, then it can say goodbye to choosing privilege, damnit.
as expected, a cold presence materializes some way behind me just as i'm about to reach the panel. Ah! Movies always work.
"hello there you gremlin" I shine my phone's light over the switches. Only a couple are out of place. "Here's to hoping". I cross my fingers and flip everything back into place.
The lights turn back on-
"Nice-"
-to show the absolute mess that had been made of the room.
...
"... the glitter i can understand, but where did you even find the silly string this time if the year?"
They just stand there, not making a single move if i'm looking directly at it. As always.
I just turn around with a chuckle and keep walking thoward our my car. "Okay then, keep your seecrets".
The moment my hands are on the wheel i can feel Shade reform (Or teleport or whatever weird way reapers use to move so fast) on the passenger's seat. It loves being there while i'm driving just as much as I dread it because i can't really see them while i'm watching the road which means they're free to-
"-nd lightning Very Very fright-" "-dy found in the River. Police Is loo-" "-onight on Virgin Radio we-" "-iver of the Night oh-" "-urder rampage. Stay Safe at ho-" "-nd to leave a message call Is at-" "-es of corsa-" "-strikes at night, victim profile-" "-were Just Kids when we fell in lo-" "-ings around my body, wrap you wi-" "-he lucky winner is-" "-may strike again toni-" "-toreadore, en garde, toread-" "-il all my Scars bleed golden-" "-up up with our voices-" "-sixth recorded vic-"
"can you please Just pick One? I'm trying to focus Here!" -have unfiltered access to the Radio.
"..."
"-i'll be hanging around, if you like It or not. I'm gonna be right by yours side no matter what. ~..."
Huh, Didn't know they put that on the radio. Not that I'm complaining, that stuff Is catchy and Shade seems to like It enough to Just leave It going rather than keep shifting Channel like a tormented soul.
"...oh I'm gonna be. Oh I'm gonna be- " "-right by your side~ ... What? I used to be obsessed with the show and you know It! Can't judge me, you love It too" After a beat they raise the volume and I can't help but smile.
From the corner of my Eye i see a reaper rushing by. Huh? Seems to be going for the river. I Hope no One had the Bad idea to try canooing at night, the poor fool.
...
"wanna pick What we have for dinner?"
"-en the Moon hits your Eye like a big pizza pie it's amore~"
"got It, pizza It Is"
I can't wait to get home, stuff my face with food- pizza apparently- and then pass out on our my couch.
I chuckle to myself. Hangout with my personal reaper as peak evening Activity. Might be weird, but I think I like this kind of Weird.
...
"-never gonna give you up-"
Sunovabi-
You're the grandmotherly, kindly owner of a cafe used as neutral ground by vigilantes and villains alike. One day before you start your shift, someone roughs you up and trashes the place. Your regulars aren't too happy to hear about that…
"The thing that people always get wrong about the whole super-villain thing is the need for downtime, you know? The need to just chill, de-stress, and relax. Oi, pay attention. This is important. I mean, I get it, the fights, chases, heists and all that make for great news reports and all that, and there's nothing like a giant robot monster-mash to get into the local media cycle, but it's definitely not something you can do full-time, 24/7. Between you and me? Those villains who go out in a blaze of glory or just disappear? Nine times out of ten, they're the ones who were in villainy as a life, not a means to an end. Just all go all the time, and then out of nowhere, the stress gets too much and…snap! Suddenly there's a nuke in a school and ultimatums followed by snipers, or someone just goes silent and construction workers find a dust-filled lair with a sad skeleton in a costume years later. Noone wants that. No, stop wriggling, it'll just make them dig in deeper. Yes, it's sapient liquid metal tethered to your skeleton, obviously it hurts, that's the point! Anyway, where was I?
Right, yes, downtime. Thanks. So, the point I'm making is, for a super-villain to last any time at all, they need to not only understand how important downtime IS, but to have somewhere to spend it. Trust me on this, if you just stay in your lair, you end up working, and well, we all know what happens then, right everyone? Now it happens that the heroes kinda need this as well. Even more than us, in a lot of cases. They may be the Paragons of Justice and Truth, but apparently that doesn't extend to the League's labour policies. Trust me pal, no-one wants to see what happens if Prominence or Dynamo ever snap. That's the kind of thing that involves terms like "critical mass". With this in mind, there's something on the nature of a quiet agreement between heroes and villains that some locations, businesses, restaurants and the like are conflict-free, firmly neutral ground, so that all of us in the Great Game can relax, unwind, and just be ourselves in piece. This city has quite a few, as it happens. A steakhouse on Ninth, a couple of bars, the bookshop by the park, that amazing kebab place on Seventh and Rose… The cafe on Fifteenth.
Ah. There it is. The moment of dawning horrified realisation, as someone realises exactly how much they fucked up. See, my friend, if it was just a robbery, that would be one thing. I mean, we'd still be having this jolly little chat, but you'd be walking out of here under your own power. Well, moving, definitely, and definitely (mostly) in one piece. But you, for reasons best known to yourself that we do not care about in the slightest, decided to beat and rob the owner. A kind, friendly old lady who welcomes all and any who come to her business. Who has never had a harsh word to say to anyone, who likely would have handed you the money you took, if you'd said that you needed it. A kind old lady who has offered to MANY of us the first sincerely kind words and peaceful moments that we have received in a Very. Long. Time. So imagine our shock and concern when we found out that her cafe had been trashed, her arm and leg broken, and her money stolen. Imagine our dismay when we looked into it and discovered that it was done by some freshly-empowered high-on-his-own-supply waste of air who felt like an upgrade meant he was free from consequence. Imagine how it made us feel to find that someone we respect and admire, who helps us stay stable and healthy, was nothing more than an afterthought for some juvenile edgelord internet-nihilist's attempts to give himself a big happy at showing off his "true understanding of the meaningless nature of the world". Imagine what finding out about that might incline us to contemplate doing. Oh, you're sorry? Really and truly? Are you truly, honestly, really sorry?
You will be. We'll make sure of that.
Everyone at magic school picks on you for your creepy skeletal minions. One day a trio of bullies has you cornered. "What now, necromancer? There's no corpses or bones around to save you." You sigh, "Actually, I'm an osteomancer. The skeletons don't have to come from corpses."
They stare at you blankly for a second. You sigh again. You really didn't think you'd have to explain this part.
"Necromancy uses the reanimator's animus to piggyback onto the expired animus of the deceased creature," you explain. "The older the corpse, the harder it is to pair the animi, so the necromancer has to use more skill and energy. Skeletonized corpses are really difficult to raise like that."
"Sounds like you know an awful lot about necromancy," one of the bullies points out, tone superior.
"We're at school," you stress. "They talked about this in Theory 101. You were there."
"None of this matters," the leader cuts in with a smirk, "because you're out of resources. They teach about that in Theory 101, too."
They start to close in, then stop. The looks on their faces turn disbelieving. Their limbs are trembling, and not from fear.
"I told you," you growl, hands raised and eyes sparking, "I'm an osteomancer. It literally means bone wizard. And you're made of bones."
Thanks to no one knowing about this blog, I can just post eldritch horrors of my own creation with no worries
Crocket Jumpscare, the name of my rocket launcher, is really living up to it’s name 😭
As a werewolf, you must lock yourself away for the full moon. As a zoologist, you know it is easier to make a cage appealing than it is to make it unbreakable, and so set to making "werewolf enrichment"
I’m sitting inside that cage and wearing a collar
As a werewolf, you must lock yourself away for the full moon. As a zoologist, you know it is easier to make a cage appealing than it is to make it unbreakable, and so set to making "werewolf enrichment"