HIDE AND SEEK

The night crept in with a cloak of chilling silence, broken only by the distant howl of the wind.

Whumper stood amidst the gnarled trees, a figure shrouded in darkness. He moved with calculated grace, each step a predator's silent stalk.

Whumpee cowered in the corner of the neglected cabin, the wood groaning in protest against the weight of its own decay. Fear coiled around Whumpee's heart like a serpent, its icy grip tightening with every ragged breath.

The door creaked open, hinges protesting the intrusion. Whumpee's gaze darted towards the entrance, trembling with a mixture of dread and desperate hope for help.

Whumper's silhouette loomed in the doorway, a specter of nightmares giving form. His presence suffocated the air, tainting it with the stench of fear.

"Come," Whumper's voice slithered into the room, a serpent's hiss laced with promises of pain. "It's time to play." He said in a sing-song voice as if it was nothing but a mere child's play

Whumpee's heart hammered in his chest, a primal rhythm of terror. He knew escape was futile, trapped in the web of Whumper's twisted game. He slapped a hand to his mouth, trying not to make any noise and drown out his pathetic sobs.

Whumpee could hear whumper's steps coming closer to them as he shut his eyes tight wishing that the walls would somehow swallow him whole. It would be much better than what whumper would have in store for him.

He knew he never should have ran. He should have been good. Now he's going to get himself hurt all over again.

Whumper suddenly jumped up behind whumpee grinning at how the other flinched violently, his eyes widening in terror, to afraid to look at the sadist behind him.

Whumper grabbed whumpee's shirt lifting him up in the air. A task much easier than thought.

"Found you"

No, this isn't a cry for help

Dr. Thomas + Hands

MURDER IS EASY 2023 | E1

*Adam approaches the ball pit. They sigh

Welp. Here I go 2035

*They jump in. The drop was longer than it should've been. Finally, their feet reached the floor with a loud "clank". When they climb back up, they are recived by the neon lights of the Pizzaplex, and the screaming face of Vanessa

Holy sh- Adam?! The hell are you here?! You've lost for hours!

*They just smile at her

You ain't gonna belive me. Now help me get out

@nightmaretherabbit

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Not me over here for the eightieth time in the last several years, planning to make another bullet journal I probably won't use for the sake of attempting to have my life in order for the first of the year. I can get my life together for the first of the year, right? I can set a writing schedule and stick to it. I can actually write a book to ship off to an editor and kickstart the career that I want to supplement the realistic career that I'm currently working in. I am going to have all of these things this year. I have a house. I have a stable home. A stable income. And damnit I will pull myself together and everything will come together. Even if my patreon never takes off. I'm manifesting 2024 as my get my shit together and take the life I want for myself era.

Me passionately talking abt my disorder to my aunt be like:

hello tumblr cove enthusiasts i have food <3

i can't find the original post of this idea but im obsessed completely with Sam Reich! Master

upd: The original idea was by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist!!!

Fancy robe practice featuring Bruce

Short DPXDC Prompts #773

Danny works as a Gotham bomb disposal technician

sorry forgot to say im trans. yea youre gonna have to say psychobro instead of psychosis for me now. yea i know

pedro pascal doesn’t owe you shit.

it is absolutely fine to be disappointed by his absence at cannes. i am too. but he does not have to be there.

for whatever reason he’s pulling away from the attention. the esquire article talked about how guarded he is and his socials have really slowed down. maybe he’s unprepared or overwhelmed by all the tlou hype. i mean his follower count went up by the tens of thousands the day after the premiere. that’s insane.

but some of you have lost the plot. the ones wearing d*ddy’s little girl shirts in fucking public and yelling d*ddy at him at events and trying to convince everyone whether he’s queer or not and complaining there isn’t an explicit scene of him fucking in the strange way of life. it’s not a gay porn made for your fetish. ‘oh but narcos!!’ that’s called characterization. read literally any article from almodovar and understand why sex isn’t the point.

interacting with paparazzi content and making cute little edits - jfc. that’s creating demand and supply and paparazzi know no fucking boundaries. man’s got anxiety and no doubt the paps and fans watching his every move are probably making that worse.

let him make movies and rotate through his four shirts in peace. pedro pascal doesn’t owe anyone shit.

Pariah Dark is summoned to the DC universe by cultists who want to give the world over to him, he obliges in their request since he'll get something out of it, and he hasn't been out in ages as well.

So Pariah Dark raises his army of the dead and gets to work, his general isn't here with him but he would do fine without him, couldn't be that hard.

Besides, said general is occupied with a task of the utmost importance.

A few days into this siege Pariah is surprised at how much of a fight this world is putting up, that 'Justice League' of theirs is proving a fair more challenge than he would have though and since when did humans know the arcane secrets of magic?

It was a few more days later that Pariah Dark is about to face off against the league and their magic users that something unexpected happened. A teenage boy appeared on the battlefield, glowing white hair and starry cloak billowing in the wind as he stood before the Ghost King in all his glory.

Only to groan and tell him to come home already and that he promised not to do his whole 'enslaving worlds' thing. Pariah Dark, the Ghost King known as a tyrant and cruel, wilting under the boy's stare and actively seemed to be considering it, before confusion appeared on his face and he asked where his general was.

Kid just held up one side of his cloak and Fright Knight popped right out as if summoned, which, technically he was.

So then the kid forced the notorious Ghost King back to the Infinite Realms with a stare and words dripping in disappointment before turning back to the heroes gathered there with a sigh.

"I know father can be a bit... rough, so please accept my apologies for this." He bowed, all the regal air and dignity of a prince before leaving through the same portal as his dad.

The magic users of the League are both not and are taking it well. One on hand, the goddamn Ghost king apparently has a son, on the other he's not as bloodthirsty as his father.

(After thought. But bonus points if Fright Knight appears too one of the batkids after Danny left and telling them that the prince thought they were cute or something idk mane just an after thought)

Underrated RTGame bit is when chat starts making alt accounts based on whatever his current game series is and just starts roleplaying in the chat/donos. I love you Von Karma family potluck and divorced fallout family <3

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I'm finishing uni and between writing a thesis and studying for the exams I have very little time and energy.

I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who leaves notes in the tags for me to find, I see them and they give me little boosts of happiness every time <3