#its me coal

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.

#this was what I dreamed about last night and I’m sad I woke up #if I do write that demon story (though I’m thinking more about it—I don’t really want to tie it in with religion #but like how else would I be able to have a demon set up? so maybe I’ll change the ideas a little bit. or I could just never give backstory #on anything and it won’t be a problem lmao) I’m definitely going to include this #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump trope #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump idea #whump cw #whump inspo #whump inspiration #whump concept #demon whumper #villain whumper #pet whump #pet whumpee #whump dream #writing prompts #writing prompt

[sop-soap]

TMA begins with a lure, but TMAGP begins with a warning.

#that's fucking me up a little ngl #the anglerfish and the red canary statements.... im losing it #the anglerfish is a trap. the moment jon reads that first statement he's caught in something he can't yet comprehend #the red canary is the opposite. its death is a warning to sam - stay aboveground. don't dig too deep. it's a canary in a coal mine #and yet it has the effect of dragging him under regardless #tma #the magnus archives #tmagp #the magnus protocol

[ghosted-jazz]

The catalyst(s)

#double life smp #double life spoilers #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #Its over. Go home. Go. Also Pancakes. that's very important to the quote too #I headcannon they just stuck random rocks into the ground as Jimmy and Tango's headstones because its a death game they don't have time #Jimmy gets the smaller one and Tango's has a bit of coal in it. I based their outfits off Hadestown cause #Hey little songbird and When the chips are down are very Jimmy and Tango songs to me. Also very fitting with the whole death stuff #my art

[bookishnewt]

How have we not been talking about the death visions both Kremy and Gideon see when looking at the ghost train!? They’re so sad, dark, and tragic.

Kremy dies flat broke and alone wandering through a desert with a zombified Gideon by his side. Something happened to Gid and was brought back in the only way Kremy could.

Gideon’s vision has him alone, having lost Kremy years ago. It’s the anniversary of the night they met and he’s drowning himself in alcohol. Then he gets sick, falls and died in a puddle of his own vomit.

Both visions involved one losing the other and I can’t stop thinking about it.

(Video Source: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1992760735?collection=xqoLmFvHnBfa2g)

#edit: just occurred to me I should have included a link to the video cause its not on any avantris pages #kremy lecroux #gideon coal #legends of avantris #underneath the crooked moon with chuckles and friends #cw vomit mention #cw alchohol mention #mild but still #live blogging #coalecroux

[cthulhusstepmom]

It's dark in the cellar, has been since they were tossed down here however many days ago. Hard to tell time without regular meals. Completely windowless, there's no place to spend his usual half hour basking under the sun. It had been a matter of hours before his coldblooded body had started to slow in the cool subterranean temperatures. He'd tried to keep it to himself, deal with it quietly, but there's no way to hide it from Gid, steadfast loyal Gid. Kremy had found his sluggish form gathered unceremoniously close to the living furnace that is his right hand man.

The heat may have stabilized his body temperature but it would do nothing to improve his mood(well maybe just a little bit it's hard to be too miserable when you're so nice and warm no matter the dire circumstances). Gideon took care of light well enough too, illuminating a circle around them with dancing warm firelight, though that was extinguished as soon as Kremy saw it start to waver and flicker, can't allow his partner in crime to burn himself out now can he? And so they sit in an almost peaceful silence, have done for who knows how long.

"Y'know it's not the worst bind we've gotten ourselves into. The gang will be along soon enough to bust down the door." Gid pauses in thought. "Probably not Twigsy. Or Frosty. Or Gricko unless he's a beasty. Probably down to Torbek to do the door busting come to think of it."

Kremy grunts noncommittally.

"Ah don't be like that, can't be worse than the time we had to climb out of the window of that inn."

"The snake oil heist on the western bank?"

"Nah the one with the innkeepers daughter, Felicity? Franny?"

He remembers that particular scrap well, if only because of the god awful wig.

"Felicia. How that veil covered my snout I will never rightly know."

Gideon snorts.

"Oh yeah. Sure would've been nice to know Gricko was an ordained minister before hand but it's not the first time we've been married."

Kremy hums. "Can't say it's the worst contract I've signed."

The warm body next to him rolls with deep, hearty laughter. The room goes silent for another spell before Kremy sighs.

"I dunno Gid, you ever get the feeling that we've taken it too far? Finally poked the bear that's gonna rip our throats out?"

"Nah man, I know you'll get us out of anything 'fore it gets too serious. Even if we end up knee deep in Fae tomfoolery. And I'll punch any bear that tries to bite us square in the body till it dies, no problemo." He pauses. "I trust you Kremy Lecroux."

That knocks the speech right off of his tongue.

Trust.

On a conceptual level he got that there was some form of reliance between the two of them, and sure some trust if you had to put a non-ironic label on it. He knows that Gideon cares for him, has stated it on many occasions in many different ways. And if you had to be so crass as to put it into words, of course he cares for Gid too, wouldn't have bothered keeping him around this long if he hadn't(lord knows the food bill would be enough to sway his opinion if he wasn't entirely too attached by now).

But trust?

Trusting Kremy Lecroux is a bad idea on any number of levels. He's a cheat by profession and a liar by lifestyle. Hell he's sold the souls of those around him in exchange for power more than once. There's nothing worth trusting in him, he's a coldblooded criminal and he's never gonna change, not for anybody. And here Gid is announcing it with his full chest. It's one of those things that's so endearing about him, he never holds back; Gideon Coal has never made a promise he doesn't fully mean. But since he's a man of contracts and business dealings he at least wants to give him a fair shot, a head start, a warning to keep that fiery heart close.

"You sure about that Gid? Those kinds of words have a power to em you know that."

"100% man, I'll follow you to the end of the world."

Kremy struggles to get air into his lungs, it takes a minute, two. When he finally gets enough to speak, it's frustrated and tinged with melancholy.

"Well I'll gladly let you do just that, if we ever get out of this fucking place."

"Hey." Kremy offers no response. "C'mon man don't be that way, the crew are all out there figuring their way in as we speak, fact I can smell the Torbek already."

He says nothing.

"I know what'll cheer you up."

A large, warm hand cups the bottom of his snout, gently directing his face up and to the side. Before he can think to protest, his eyes are drawn to the sudden lick of flame dancing on the tip of Gideon's finger. Not unlike when he lights cigarettes for him, except now he's pressing the pad of the digit to a small twig from the rocky floor until it smolders dully. Blowing on it, Gideon brings the small stick towards his face. It's warm but not uncomfortably so (he'd never had a doubt in his mind that Gid would hurt him). Carefully, precisely, with hands steady from working on the delicate innards of machines he can't begin to comprehend, Gideon draws the ashen tip of the stick across his upper lip in two swooping lines.

"There you already look more like yourself!" He proclaims proudly.

And god if he can't help the smile that breaks across his face.

"You're a crazy son of a bitch Gideon Coal, you know that?"

"Been told once or twice." he chuckles.

#“Gid when we walk outta here I need you to go first.” “Why?” “Cause you're my light at the end of the tunnel. Always will be.” #Once Upon a Witchlight amiright? #god im obsessed its bad #theres not NEARLY enough fan content for this and it is is a CRIME #to any of my followers or mutuals: if you like banter if you like funnies if you like gay subtext if you like found family #i am BEGGING you to check out once upon a witchlight and gush with me #its done by Legends of Avantris on youtube and twitch #moustache moment in ep.26 my beloved #once upon a witchlight #kremy lecroux #gideon coal #coalecroux #legends of avantris

[nitewrighter]

Punk Poll 2: The Re-Punkening

Once again, this isn't about which subgenre you think is the "correct" or "Most moral" one or even which one you'd like to live in the most, it's about which subgenre you find the most aesthetically pleasing/narratively interesting.

#And no I'm not including hopepunk bcause that concept's too fucking broad #steampunk #cyberpunk #silkpunk #dieselpunk #Casette Futurism #Biopunk #Atompunk #really i consider cassette futurism more of an aesthetic than a subgenre but *shrug* #clockpunk #it also took me a while to be convinced that clockpunk wasn't just a 'coal makes me sad' variation of steampunk #Nah it goes back earlier! #Too much of teslapunk falls either too far to steampunk or dieselpunk for me to consider it its own subgenre #but i didn't want to be like 'there are only two genders: steampunk or dieselpunk' #science fiction

[hawkzeyes]

I WILL WAIT FOR YOU TIL THE SUN TURNS INTO ASHES AND BOWS DOWN TO THE MOON I WILL WAIT FOR YOU

#Tyler Childers #in your love #ITS A LONG HARD WAR #AH BUT I CAN GRIN AND BARE IT #CAUSE I KNOW WHAT THE HELL IM FIGHTIN FOR #AND I WILL WAIT FOR YOU #GAY COAL MINERS MAKING ME CRY TODAY

[charcoalsdestiny]

when ur blorbo has trauma lol <3

#coal draws #my art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanart #rise raph #rise raphael #rise rapheal #i drew this after having a panic attack btw lol #digital art #transfem raph #shes always trans for me tbh unless its fanart 4 a specific fan au #was in the mood for some post-movie trauma stuff #and i love raph so #this could be for wtih i guess so #wtih au #rottmnt wtih au #rottmnt wtih #where there is hamato #where there is hamato au

[shywhumpauthor]

You Can’t do This

Cw: kidnapping, restraints, torture, mentioned mouth/eye whump (doesn’t actually happen), non-con touching, knives, threat of asphyxiation/choking

“Wait- wait,” Villain sputtered, the words tripping over their tongue, snagging in the back of their throat. “You can’t- Hero, this is illegal- you can’t do this!”

They twisted their wrists against the restraints that bound them to the chair, flexing their fingers to try to relieve a fraction of the pressure. The movement only pushed the cables deeper into their skin, dragging a hiss from their clenched teeth.

A warm hand wrapped around their neck from behind, turning their exhale into a wheeze as their head was shoved against the back of the chair.

“Since when have you cared much about what’s legal?” Hero responded, amusement adding a drawl to their words. They circled the chair, grip on Villain’s neck adjusting so their palm lay against the villain’s wind pipe, fingers digging into the sensitive skin on the side of their neck. Just enough pressure to fear, for Villain to feel the threat of their airway being crushed, but not enough to cut off their breathing. Not yet.

“He-Hero, this isn’t funny, stop.” Villain grit out, shrinking as far back as the chair would allow. Hero only pressed closer, moving in so their legs were on either side of Villain’s, their ankles bound to the chair legs.

“Was it funny when the roles were reversed? All those nights I spent tied up in your basement, bleeding and cold? Was it funny then?” Hero hissed, their other hand raising to Villain’s face with the speed of a strike. Barely in time, Villain braced themself, only for a warm hand to press against their jaw, fingers brushing over the curve of their cheekbone. The touch was stark against the chill in the air, a misplaced comfort—artificial. Hero’s stroked their thumb below Villain’s eye gently, before coming to a pause with both hands cradling either side of Villain’s face. “Was it?”

“No, no Hero, it wasn’t,” Villain’s voice wavered now, threatening to crack. “You can’t do this, you’re s’posed to be the good guy-”

Hero stepped back suddenly, tearing their hands away from Villain’s face like their skin had turned toxic. Villain tried to ignore the ache that swelled in their chest as the cold air drowned any remnants of the warm touch in moments.

“I guess I am, aren’t I? The ‘good guy’?” Hero repeated, turning their back to Villain. They stepped to the side of the poorly lit room, to something that resembled an old workbench, their body blocking Villain from seeing what they were doing. “I wonder what the press will say about your sudden absence. They’ll publish anything I tell them to, you know? I could feed them some story about you fleeing the city, the country even, and your name would be forgotten in a week.”

Hero turned around, bracing their palms against the workbench and leaning back.

“Everyone always believes the good guy, don’t they?” Hero shook their head. “No one cares about another pesky street criminal, do they? All they care about is Supervillain, the papers would move on from you the next day and you’d be forgotten. You wouldn’t even get one of those ten year follow-ups.”

“Hero, let me go. You can’t do this. You can’t,” Villain twisted their arms against their restraints in one last pitiful attempt to free themself, accomplishing nothing but to make Hero chuckle.

Hero pushed themself forwards, striding closer. It was only then Villain noticed something in their hand, slender and orange—a box cutter, they realized quickly, as the hero closed the distance between them in three steps.

“Tell me exactly what I can and can’t do, Villain? What can’t I do to you?” Their hand twisted in Villain’s hair, shoving their head back against the chair while the other flipped out the blade on the box cutter.

The words died in Villain’s throat. Their lips parted, eyes tracking the blade as Hero lifted it up to their face.

“I can do anything I want to you.” Hero’s eyes stared directly into Villain’s as they placed the blade against their skin, just below their eye. “You should be glad, your eyes look so pretty when you’re scared. Otherwise I would’ve plucked them out by now,” Hero began to move the blade to the side, putting just enough pressure to split a thin line of red below Villain’s eye.

Villain didn’t dare breathe as Hero paused, gritting their teeth against the sting as they felt the blade puncture a bit deeper. A drop of blood rolled down their cheek like a tear.

“I thought about this moment every night in your basement,” Hero muttered, pushing the edge harder into Villain’s flesh as they followed the track of the blood, drawing a half suppressed yelp from Villain as the pain suddenly intensified. “Planning out exactly what I would do to you, how I’d pay you back for everything you’ve done to me.”

Hero accented the last word with a sudden sharp twist, finishing the line to Villain’s jaw before pulling their hand back. Tears burning in the corners of Villain’s eyes, welling faster than Villain could suppress them.

“Ple- please, Hero, you can’t,” Villain’s voice trembled, any thoughts of maintaining their dignity gone with their fear.

Hero’s palm cracked against their bleeding cheek, catching them off guard. Pain like fire burned from the cut, their head snapping to the side with the force of the blow.

“This will be your only warning,” Hero began, their empty hand grabbing Villain by the chin and tugging them back to look at them. “I do not have the same reservations about your voice as I do your eyes. Another word from you, I’ll cut out your tongue and shove it down your throat and it’ll be the only food you get for a month, got it?”

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #hero whumper #villain whumpee

[loud-whistling-yes]

This is going to sound like the world's most brain-rotted thought but passerine by the oh hellos is martlet coded and canary in a coal mine by the crane wives is clover coded

#I KNOW I SOUND LIKE IM LOSING IT BUT HEAR ME OUT #i do not have nearly enough experience to fully unpack the christian context behind passerine BUT #i know for a fact that its about losing your faith in something after seeing the harm done in its name #specifically that one line My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline/From throwing fuel to the fire of that greco-roman dream #look. idk. something something martlet losing faith in the justice from the royal guards #and the guilt after basically marching clover to their own death #all the hopes of the underground lie on the shoulders of a bunch of human children and its the job of the royal guard to fucking kill them #AND CANARY IN A COAL MINE + CLOVER IS SOOOOOOOOO #THE QUESTION OF WHETHER YOUR WORTH SHOULD BE MEASURED WITH THE THINGS YOUVE GIVEN WAY INSTEAD OF WHAT YOU HAVE AND ARE #WOULD CLOVER BE AS IMPORTANT IF IT WERENT FOR THEIR SOUL??? WOULD THEY FORGIVE THEMSELF IF THEY CHOSE TO KEEP THEIR SOUL????? #WOULD A CANARY STILL BE LOVED AFTER IT STOPPED SINGING????????? #also because the When You Break The Surface Without Me line hurts like a bitch #god i havent been so unwell about characters since double life came out this is insane #fuck it yknow what im maintagging this #undertale yellow #clover undertale yellow #martlet undertale yellow #fweeet #if i have to deal with these thoughts in my head so do all of you

[jaxxsoxxn]

You weren't born angry, yet you wear the rage so well. I'm sorry that it killed the child you once were. I'm sorry they killed the child you once were.

Anger, rage - those things stop you sometimes from the beauty of life and happiness it can bring. I do think most of Gid's rage is... low rn but he also treats it like fuel more than anything else.

Maybe he'll burn himself one day, who's to say?

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #fanart #art #once upon a witchlight #listen its a sketch #kind of colored sketch #sketch #am a lazy hoe sue me #i am too deep into the ouaw hole to get out #trying to scratch my way out of here while they use shiny stuff n pathetic bugbears to lure me back inside it #they r v successful #gideon coal #I FUCKIN FORGOT HE WAS ON THE PIC LMAO

[seaweedstarshine]

I love Amy's Choice and I love The Day of the Doctor Novelization, but something that only clicked for me recently — is that the reason the Eleventh Doctor is able to instantly recognize and brush past the Dream Lord when he appears — is because for as long as he's had this body, he's been hallucinating the War Doctor’s voice taunting him in a very similar way (minus all the jokes).

Similar like this:

Of course at the end of Amy's Choice, the Doctor sees the Dream Lord reflected in the console, looks distressed, and says nothing, and I just. I love how Moffat used that novelization to flesh out so many different elements he included in his run.

#where DID you pick up this cheap cabernet act? bc normally when you're around im hearing a lot of 'no more' #eleventh doctor #11th Doctor #war doctor #dream lord #Doctor Who #Amy’s Choice #Day of the Doctor novelization #New Who #also. at the end #the doctor wasn't trying to hide his damage when he dismissed Amy. 'sorry- I thought it was obvious? the dream lord was me'. #11 doesn't hide it for other people. he tries to ignore it for his own sake. he wants to FORGET - not regret - but his brain won't let him #in that vein i truly think he just does not realize the self-harm comment in this episode is awkward to say #the doctor #(eleventh) doctor is neurodivergent tag #I can't express how important the eleventh doctor's psychosis is to me. #the way its depicted in the novelization- the way he mistakes who's speaking during a phone conversation- realizes its not the #coal hill headmaster- starts shaking- tries and fails his usual mental trick- finds a book to stare at till Clara can be with him #words by seaweed #btw I do think the 'dream lord is the valeyard confirmed' theory for the reflection is fun!! but also unlikely

[buntsukim]

pixel art is so hard all that torture to have dots

#mine #m art #coal the oc #me when i try #oc art #original character #art #artist #artists on tumblr #digital art #pixel art #its like 9:38 rn

[cerenemuxse]

she spins

(I learned to rig just for this, I- Also I have no idea what happened with the floating parts 💀)

#my models #my art #my animations #trainsona #my trainsona #my videos #most productive thing i have done /j #coal bunker keeps dying lol #oh yeah i redesigned her again #ok listen- Atlantic tank engines are cute #and i want to be one #also its a bit more logical to me? in terms of size (am average) #she's not done lol #still a long ways to go #the old whyte was overkill :''D #take this as practice for when i make Edward spinning real

[brainrotdotorg]

doing the mental equivalent scrabbling my legs in the air like a beetle on its back because i am thinking about the concept of cindy piss and fuck taking care of cuno and c. and i love it so much but i dont have anything significant to add to it so the idea is just being. rotated in my mind while i flail for something to say about it because i want to talk about it but i cant think of anything. to say.

#just!!!!!!!! pointing at that idea!!!!!!! really good!!!!!!!!!! #fuck's dad works in la delta so it can be assumed. hes got a rich dad hes from a well off family #we dont know what piss's home life is like #cindy of course knows what its like to be homeless so thinking about her seeing those kids #and her tough heart kinda breaks for them #cuno and c sleeping in the coal room...... waugh....... #piss and fuck being whipped into shape a little bit by cindy to help take care of the kids #because they want her approval so so soooooo bad #cuno: faggots are whipped by the bitch c. faggots getting fucking whipped #c: yeah cuno faggots getting whipped! #of course cuno and c get something painted on the back of their jackets. #cuno gets city of rage or something honestly i think that would be rad as fuck. #girlchild revolution boychild freedom etc etc. thats what one of them conceptualizes #probably piss or someone coming up with an actual good idea #cuno immediately blows it off nah fag thats boring as fuck cuno wants a name that kicks ass. not like fucking. pissfaggot #it hurts eric's feelings a little bit. #lmao okay well i guess i ended up doing what i said i couldnt do in the post #go me! #its easier to talk in tags

[todayisafridaynight]

crisis

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 7 #yakuza series #yakuza 7 #yakuza like a dragon #ryo aoki #masato arakawa #ichiban kasuga #snap sketches #i have an actual christmas doodle planned Maybe but its mlnedal but i still wanted to doodle somethin goofy in the meantime #i was gonna do a proper drawin of aoki in a santa dress but dawg. i dont got it in me f's in chat #sorry ichi you would NEVER get coal for christmas you're the best boy around i promise