Just got this Thang back from the vet
Peeped the Horrors (stressed myself out) and frew up so I guess I'm staying home today!
sharing this with you with zero context lmfao
I'M SOBBING
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Your arm is thrown across your husband's chest keeping him back, his hand tight around the grip of his sword.
There's a glass in your hand, half full of drink, spiderweb cracks crawling across its surface as you struggle to stay calm. The figure in front of you smiles, wide and knowing, their last words hanging in the air like a breath in the cold silence of a winter morning.
"Skin shrugger."
Love my wife
Love her resting bitch face
Love my scary dog privilege of having a wife that is just as mean as she looks and is also Strapped 24/7
She's also really good with a strap too
Anonymous asked:
5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.
ok so ive been sitting on this for a Hot Min actually cuz i couldn't think of a "good" answer
surface level fear: rust/rusty metal, like the stuff he's made of is pretty rust proof as a rule but he still has nightmares about tetanus and falling apart
repressed fear: i don't think dysphoria counts as a fear but thats the closest thing he's got i guess? "if im not cute/soft/pretty/sexy people won't care about me and i'll be all alone again" type shit
deep dark fear: becoming a monster, like castlevania dracula tier "i enjoy hurting innocent people" type shit, he's petty and mean on occasion but he usually won't hurt anything or anybody that isn't explicitly asking for it (ie consenting to a fight or picking on him/someone he loves). He's so concerned that he's becoming something awful or that he's already awful and everyone is starting to see past his 7 proxies. He has this weird fucked up quirk where the more he loves someone the more he wants to turn them into a beast or creature, adding claws or sharp teeth or tails, and he's not sure why he does that but he's concerned that he's gonna take away someone's autonomy and fuck them over like his caretakers fucked him over when he was a kid (ship of theseus)
whats your go to fighting style and also how do you prepare for a fight you know youre going to have if you do at all
my fighting style is "crash tf out", "you think IM losing? nah bitch WE losing", or "spell of summon mousekatool"
I do not play fair if I don't have to, i grew up in Gotham, playing fair gets you killed
my prep is wrap my hands, take my pain meds cuz i know im gonna have a flare up later, and summon all 28 years worth of repressed rage i keep bottled up deep deep inside me
I'm on levels of faggotry the average normie can't comprehend
I'm out here dyeing my bush to match my outfits
I feel like I could punch God rn
Anonymous asked:
28. Is there a certain type of person that disgusts them?
cop out answer: himself
actual answer: people who hurt kids on purpose, people who do horrible things and then use "i was just following orders/doing my job" as an excuse, William Afton, abusers, fatphobes, bigots, himself
So there you stand in that room.
The you that is Not You pointing his fingers at Adrian with a smile and says, "You, pretty boy, we've got a score to settle!"
Your ghost stiffens with panic, teeth gritted with rage.
Don’t you fucking TOUCH HIM.
The atmosphere in your home is…
Wrong.
It feels more than wrong when you come home, trailing behind your stolen body like a lost kite caught in an errant breeze.
See, your home (the Warren) is an extension of you, it didn’t start out that way but after a decade of being soaked in your magic and emotions it is now just as weird and alive as you are. It’s nice having a house that can grow and shuffle rooms around as needed, or a hundred other needlessly whimsical things a normal house can’t do like hot milk drawers or root cellars that are secretly forests.
You love the Warren and it loves you back with every brick and tile, every floor and ceiling, every washroom and hidden staircase.
It loves you, it loves you and you’ve brought a monster to its door.
Hugging me isn't enough I need to wear your skin for a bit
cha cha real smooth how about we tell the nice folks about jack's roadmap of living situations after she broke out of the facility
"Broke out" is a strong word
Like they 100% left her there to die because she was too dangerous and unpredictable compared to the other super-powered abominations they'd made.
They blew the building up with her inside of it, they completely intended for her and anything else they'd left behind to be completely carbonized.
How she made it out alive is a Plot Hole in and of itself, but she did make it out alive eventually.
Jack ended up in one of those small spooky towns that every creepy pasta is about where weird shit keeps happening and everybody pretends it isn't for their own sanity. He ended up in the care of a very tired young adult who worked at the local strip mall and lived in an apartment complex that totally wasn't haunted af and didn't have a cult of some sort in the basement :)
Also the strip mall was getting slowly consumed by a certain Pizzeria that may or may not have given Jack a taste for human flesh.
Don't worry about it!!
Jack lived there for a little bit before Circumstances required him to leave, he got on a bus and just picked a destination at random.
He ended up in Gotham and spent a few nights sleeping in weird places, like dumpsters, before Harley found him and abducted adopted him. Sure the years he spent in Gotham were probably the most unhealthy and dangerous but nothing will ever come close to the catharsis of beating a predator to death with a metal bat while being 13 years old and angsty af , also lots of stealing and arson.
Batman eventually banned Jack from Gotham for her own health so she moved to a dinky Midwestern town and tried to turn her life around.
She still lives there! In a dinky Midwest town on earth, she commutes to Fairyland for business and pleasure but doesn't live in Wonderland full time.
Sometimes I think about how the fazbears I went to as a kid got shut down bc a bunch of kids got tapeworms and not the numerous disappearances or Everything Else
My childhood was very bad
I don't need a man, I need a rabbit
I need a new toy just to cleanse my palate
Big bad bitch, I'm the baddest
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