#don'task

[mcuba]

[chikinnuggie]

One of the best things about being really flexible/ someone who does contortion is that the scenes in horror movies where the character like...bends their body weird to scare the audience don’t affect you. Like...she just bend backwards and is running at someone on all fours? Ok, I do that all the time. 

[ladydoggodothedraws]

I’m have reasons, don’t question me,,,

[rottenstrawberrydadmare-blog]

I drew Vanilla but as how I see them! So I just made them in a way I thought they would look as one of my lil characters in my style, and the canon info I would have for them would be

-The Brains, -Glamourous, -Maybe a lil talkative, -Maybe moody and shy?, -Probably into occult stuff, -Protective and Intimidating when serious, -Actually very supportive and caring, but has an aggressive top, -And Easily flustered by meaningful compliments and affection

Edit: I didn’t know if you had glasses or not fam but if you do I’ll add them-

Edit two: And yes I drew them as a human not as a nightmare-

@vanilladadmare

@strawberrydadmare @the-one-and-only-grapemare @eternalskelepuns @coffeedadmare @skull-kid-dadmare

[jgreyblog]

Don't Ask Where She Goes (it's not a place that you would know)

they want to know where you escape to when no one can reach you. I swear they have a death wish wanting to follow you. there’s a forest in your mind that no one understands. housing creatures that run rampant behind your eyelids. they don’t see the darkness that lingers within. too blinded by the pearly whites in your smile, they don’t realize the sadomasochism that drives your grin. they’ll never understand why your lips taste like pineneedles when you kiss, or how your bark enfused fingertips scrape your lover’s hips when you gently caress. they only see the soil in your sheets as a hindrance, a mess, they don’t know that these monsters inside of you are but children trying not to digress. they accuse you of playing with fire but they’re far too scared to cross these burning bridges. remind them that they’re the ones who wanted to know where you go to escape, maybe next time they’ll know better than to ask.

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[radioactive-pon]

Developer’s Note

Kevin11's powers don't even make sense

[t-khalynn-random]

Rage

Rage is a hand, fingers sore and knuckles bloody, grasping for the throat and clenching tight.

Rage is the eyes, pupils large and red and half-blinded by wetness - whether tears or blood is unknown. Irrelevant.

Rage is the throat left raw from unheard screams, teeth cracked from emotions too long repressed.

Rage is a stick gripped too tight - palms bruised and abraded, skin torn.

Rage is a mind, pushed beyond empathy, beyond compassion.

Rage is a curtain of red, falling like rain.

[azure-tom]