Reblog To Hug Prev Poster (they Need A Hug)

When the defiant whumpee breaks, but not how whumper wanted:

The strong and silent character sees a new torture implement in whumper's hands today.

Whumpee stares for a moment. Then starts shaking.

This is it, whumper thinks. I've broken them.

And then whumpee looks up, and he's laughing. Hysterically laughing. He might as well be sobbing, but he's laughing.

Whumper is baffled.

Wahhh this is cool >:0

@kickbutts-singsongs @nooneimportant2467 @kk-cats @arunoy +anyone who wants to join<3

self moodboard

search up on pinterest : lyrics, color, character, place, outfit, and aesthetic.

no pressure tags — @gojosoups @kasukuna @angi-of-avalon @baepsays @itadoriest @lostfracturess @norikuna @toadtoru @yenayaps @neovillains + anyone who wants to join in!

This is much needed

group hug for everyone living through historical events

reblog to give prev a notification

Erm, akshually 🤓☝️

Nuh-uh

You're not replaceable

And you cannot just say 'because I am' after though either because i have put a curse on this post.

If anyone else dares say they're replaceable, I'm putting a lobster in your toilet-

🪘🪘🪘🪕🪘🪘🪕🪕🪘👋👋👋👋👋👋🪕🪕🪘🪕

🎷🎷🎷🎷🎹🎹🎷🎹👌👌👌👌👌🎹🎷🎹🎷🎹🎷🎷

Ooh, that's hard considering all my playlists are a bit strange lol, buttt~, a few of my favorites

Children of the Stolen Futures

Home? Oh, you mean the mental asylum! <3

If you see this, reblog with the weirdest name of one of your playlists, I'll start:

My weirdest playlist name is prob either

"Hi god, it's me again. Quick question: Why?"

or

"Skipping down the sidewalk after escaping the psych ward :)"

Late submission for Goretober lol

Goretober Day 1- Rotting

Moonlight spilled in from the broken window, a quiet wind brushing the messy strands of the masked persons’ hair, his darkened eyes not matching the gentle colour of it. The dusty grey reminded of the abandoned room. The lack of light or noise beside the occasional scurry of a mouse rendered anyone in the area with a sense of hopelessness.

Looking down at it, a small sigh left his lips, knowing he probably should stop playing with the poor souls as he did. It was such a hassle in the end. But worth it. Definitely worth it.

Stains of blood, long since dried by now, left painful marks across the floor, leaving evidence of the struggle the victim had left, though to no avail. The body, small creatures almost flooding it, was almost completely unrecognizable now. He could only tell who it was because he had studied every little thing there was to know of the now-dead creature, taking every precaution necessary before casting his die on the man’s life. Ah, well. Snake eyes.

blorbo thoughts

I actually have a couple finished works from a while ago, July or August I think. Should I post them? They're still rather nice, considering.