#tiger tw

[magnolia-rhodes]

who: @montyrichler when + where: somewhere at the carnival, late in the evening

"how would you feel about going on the swings with me?" she all but pleads, accompanied by her best impression of a disney cartoon animal. all big eyes and guilt tripping sense of innocence. the worst part is, she's not even aware she's doing it. it's become such a modus operandi for lola that it's practically like breathing now. not something she's able to control."my friends all backed out, and i can think of nothing worse than being up there on my own. please?"

[mindflamer]

major panic 2021 finale spoiler

SHE CAROL BASKIN'D HIM IM CRYING

[a-dotrivenitupontop]

guys i just coughed the first couple of notes in eye of the tiger but i didn’t finish it all so i had to do one extra for that ‘duuu’ but now i need to cough again but can’t because that’ll throw me off because i don’t know what eye of the tiger actually sound like and oh shit now ive got hiccups-

[shrimp-colours]

a tiger I just drew (with a reference). it was to prove to my brother I could draw well.

[fogmade]

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? ( for morse )

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS. ( accepting. )  @vonlordes !

     Not when guns are pointed at him, nor when a knife is pulled to his throat. A LABYRINTH & A HUNGRY TIGER. Absolute terror is visible upon Morse’s features when he stands face to face with the lethal predator— and yet he remains frozen, firm on his feet in front of Julia Mortmaigne and her baby boy to shield them the best he can. There’s nothing to protect them but himself, and that is exactly what he intends to use. “When it jumps, you run,” he exclaims in a trembling voice, anticipating that the beast will devour him –  but it won’t matter, because the mother and child will be saved. Brave because of his fear, Morse believes his clock will cease to tick any second. The tiger’s muscle tense and it leans on its hind paws, ready to leap towards the detective constable and tear at his flesh. Morse closes his eyes, muttering a final prayer even though he doesn’t have much faith left these days. When the gunshot rings and the beast drops dead on the yellow grass, a relieved whimper flees from between his lips. Weeks later, his nightmares are still haunted by an ominous growling.