“Oh hey man didn’t see you there how’s it go-“
“Excuse me Jimmy wha-“
THIS STILL MAKES ME LAUGH A LOT FDSLKJFDSSFD
13. Chains and whips
Even Hater wasn’t so oblivious that he would completely miss the smile just lurking underneath the smaller alien’s frightened facade. UGH, what a creep! The skeleton glared as his smile fell from his face, as he brought himself away from the nomad some. He grumbled as he began undoing the chains, giving Wander the much needed room to take in a deep breath. Whatever relief the fuzzball could have felt wouldn’t last for long, however, as Hater grabbed onto his limbs and spread them wide—locking them into the restraints on the table.
Once finished, he threw the chains over his shoulder—no longer needing them—as he began to pace back and forth.
"NOW, what to USE?"
"Maybe, I dunno, seems too old fashioned."
What about branding him?
"UGH! Mundane and SO last evil season!"
He had all the time in the world to decide what he wanted to do to Wander. After all…he was HIS now.
Meanwhile, Wander tugged on his restraints- nice and tight. He wasn’t going anywhere- not that he’d planned on it.
The fuzzball on the table shivered as he watched Hater go through his various playthings; this was so exciting! Hater always seemed so happy when he talked about his torture room, and now Wander was going to get to see that happy glint in his eyes first hand.
Lord Hater had been busy thinking over possible methods when he caught Wander shiver from the corner of his eye. Was that…Was that fear? Was that the beautiful dismay he had been craving all along? The skeleton could admit to himself that he…liked seeing whatever that was. He smiled to himself as he finally came up with a way to entice the reaction again.
Hater stalked towards the table, his hands sparking dangerously, as he wrapped a clawed hand around the nomad’s throat. He leaned in again as he began to snicker cruelly, still sending jolts through the smaller alien’s body.
“STILL HAVING FUN? SCREAM for me, Wander! BEG me to spare your pathetic life!”
"HaaaHNNNG~" Wander hoped that would suffice for a scream, as his back arched, his muscles tightened, as the electricity shot down his body, and up into his skull, licking and tickling and biting every inch of his tiny fuzzy being. It was a strange kind of painful, a thrilling type of painful.
"Puuuh- please don’t-" he tried following orders, but he was cut off as he shuddered.
THERE IT WAS! The begging, the pleading. The shudder of pain, as the green electricity hit every nerve ending and caused them to burst like exploding suns. This was what he wanted, this was what he needed.
He amped up his charge, and found his own breath hitching in his throat as Wander moaned out in agony.
"What was that, Waaandeeer" he mocked, "I don’t think I caught that. ‘Please’, WHAT?"
I know I have a good life, filled with wonderfull people who love me and I love back….but soetimes it feels like my body doesn’t want me to love anything. Like it wants me to feel sad, alone and jusy utterly worthles….maybe it’s because I am. Or at least it feels like it. I try my best to remind…
Have you tried getting professional help? It could be a chemical imbalance, to which getting anti-depressants or anxiety medicine might help to correct it. What about just seeing a general therapist as well? I know, for me, having an excuse to leave the apartment once a week and talk to somebody helps me. Even if its just venting for an hour about things that bother me. I don’t know about you…but as much as i love my friends and family…sometimes you just can’t tell them stuff because you feel like your are burdening them with your feelings and concerns. But at least with a therapist you know they are PAID to listen to you, so it feels more like an equal exchange. PLUS, they can suggest ways of helping your situation.
I also recommend drinking more fluids, eating bananas, and try going for walks—all things that sometimes help with depression. And, and this is what i do, i also use distractions. If i feel down…I watch things that i know will make me laugh. Or even draw or write.
That all said, i’m sorry you are feeling bad. :( I hope you feel better soon!
World’s Finest v2 #1 - “Worlds Apart”
written by Dave GIbbons
art by Steve Rude & Karl Kesel
When I have a kickback with the Besties.
Maleficent and Hades are totally snarky BFFs and no one will convince me otherwise.
man there is some serious sexual tension goin’ on between Ursula and Captain Hook
Can we just appreciate the spectrum of villain design in disney movies I mean you got the scrawny Cruella and Jafar and look at Jafar’s’s curled grin. You got your gorgeous villains like maleficent and the queen and your chin-game-strong villains like Hades and Hook and then your round villains like Ursula and Queen of Hearts. Look at the Queen of Hearts she doesn’t even fucking wear makeup and you know why? Because she’s the queen of hearts if you don’t tell her she’s beautiful she’ll take your head off she KNOWS she doesn’t need to try. She doesn’t even have to look pretty she’s already the fucking queen. Ursula is a shapeshifter and chooses to be her size. Hook gestures a lot with his hook and interchanges it. Hades’ hair is fucking fire and lights up like you threw gasoline on him when he gets angry.
I fuckin love Disney villains.
I’m honestly shocked that no one has yet mentioned how frigging cute the face that the Evil Queen is making here is. Like she is just lighting up at whatever Cruella is saying, she almost looks Disney Princess esque with that stuff.
Evil Queen/Cruella needs to be a thing.
I’ve always thought Cruella would be a good fit with Madam Medusa.
I can get behind that shipping too. Yes.
Moonie and Snark’s skeleton dance RP in a nutshell: *porno music plays ominously in the distance*
Hater won’t know it’s a porno until after he has a nasty surprise poking at him…and even then, he still might not get it. *playing the oblivious dork is fun, i tell ya what*
The year is 151441. Humanity is on it’s last string of life. Food is scarce. The last bottle of maple syrup has expired. Hope is dying fast.
the canadians have fallen
the canadians have fallen