#hungry too

[animatronic-assistant]

(writing more baby red and crimson stuff)

*it seems the two turned into babies again as they both grumpily crawl over the seemed very sleepy and hungry*

Elara can't help but coo a little over their cute grumpy faces.

Hold on little stars, I will get you your meals.

She gets the formula and blood prepared.

[alteregozowie]

He's a little tired from work plus an impromptu outing today, maybe just a tad cranky about it also.

[ethereal-feline]

wisdom teeth: gone

headache: yep

hotel: trivago

[brainy-rot]

Can you imagine if souls in ahit can like feel pain?

Like if you squish them enough they pop like a water balloon and it's super painful

Imagine that, but it's snatcher and he uses souls he can't find the usefulness for (or he doesn't feel like eating them) as stress toys, so he just kinda..squishes them or bites them but not hard enough to take a bite and eat it

it's like him playing with a person who's not physically able to do anything, not even move, and can only watch as this giant ghost treats you like his stress toy and you feel nothing but PAIN

Also, new headcanon: normally, he tosses the bodies of his victims in the swamp, but sometimes he just eats them when he feels particularly evil or just, he hates that particular victim because it pissed him off

So, not only this guy eats souls whenever he feel nice because yeah, you're my food now, not just a little tool of mine who can hear, feel and see

But whenever he feel annoyed he EATS the empty vessel of his victim as the owner of that vessel (the soul) watches in horror, knowing they can't do anything to stop the guy and is doomed to either be eaten (nicest option) or being treated as an object

[solivigantkaiba]

Dick: If Tim asks about where his coffee went, you tell him its in Cass's room.

Bruce: No one goes into your sister's room unless she invites them.

Dick: Exactly. Hes been awake for 43 hours and counting and Cass has laced his last cup with a new tasteless and odorless drug.

Bruce: *look up from his newspaper, bags under his eyes*............ Should I be concerned?

Dick: If all goes well no. In the case it backfires, I want my ashes to be placed on the pretty shelf on the west wing with the daffodils and Alfred has to keep my urn very shiny.

Bruce: *sighs, and looks at the window, wondering if he should jump* A platinum urn with a sapphire encrusted lid and jade roses running down the side on copper vines as the handle. I'll make sure to walk you around the garden so you don't get to bored. Good chat. *turns back to his newspaper*

Dick: Thank you. God bless 😔🙏

[stephiehell]

not feeling it today. like, at all.

no matter how much i get done today, i’m gonna have to work this weekend, so why not just do the one thing that’s due today and fuck the rest? deeply unmotivated i am.

it’s not a very effective way of thinking, and i’ll probably regret it later, but here i am. the only fuck i have left is for “it.” as in fuck it.

took an adderall (as prescribed) so that might help but unless and until it kicks in, fuck it. again i say, fuck it.

[revalebye]

hello I’m done with work!!!!

[thebestparisyouhave]

Private Message - Dinner?

@bhavael-song, @musician-in-space, @warpcorewarrior

Hey Harry, Tal, you guys have plans for dinner tonight?  Want to join B’Elanna and me in the mess, say 1830?  We want the scoop on what went down last night.  And Harry, I think you might have won the ‘first kiss in public’ pool but I gotta check.