#*fingerguns* ehe

[anarchivalsystem]

Tfw you & your partner both have a horrid bpd morning but instead of fighting you talk through it & make sure both sides feel listened to, loved & comforted...

-Nova

[whumblr]

Heyoooooo, been rereading home is where the hurt is, cause like it is so absolutely amazing, always a delight to find again and rerealise how fantastic it is.

Anyway I was reading lessons learned (yay for jay he earned his little triumph) and I was wondering how Zayne would retaliate? I feel like Zayne was also tired in it and normally he still could overpower Jay easily, but Id really love to read more of him getting his revenge at a later day, if you want to write that.

I hope you have a nice day,

~ @whumpedydump

Ehe :3 Yes, he can easily overpower Jay, that's the fun of it. Thank youu <3 Follow up to Lessons Learned.

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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"Jay... I think we need to revisit what happened last night."

Yep, there it was. The consequences of his own actions. A hand snagged the neck of his t-shirt and pulled him back in a swift tackle to the ground.

Zayne immediately took his chance and sat right on top of him while Jay was still getting some air back into his lungs from that smash to the floor.

While Zayne's face showed no swelling or bruising from yesterday, Jay could still see a darker line crossing his nose. A tinge of pride pricked through his fear.

"Because you'll want to be careful with such tricks," Zayne whispered, taking utmost care himself not to repeat last night's mistake. He didn't lean over Jay yet, just sat up straight on his hips and pinned Jay down. "Because some people... might not take to it as kindly as I did. Might not be as... merciful to let you get away with it."

"I wouldn't describe you as someone who's full of mercy..."

Zayne merely curled a lip in a wicked smile and continued. "Some people, would be pissed!" And he slammed a fist right next to Jay's head.

Jay flinched hard.

"Would start retaliating." Another blow barely missing the other side of his face. "Punch your lights out." A fist flew towards Jay's nose and Jay twisted away as best as he could, brought up his hands. But when he opened his eyes, Zayne had stopped, knuckles now an inch from his face. A trembling exhale released, followed with a betraying, pathetic little whimper.

"Or worse..." Zayne pulled his fist back and unfolded two fingers into a fingergun. "What if it had been someone with a gun, like Emery?"

Jay pulled a face and couldn't expel the sudden vision of Emery sitting on top of him instead of Zayne. He shook his head and looked straight into Zayne's eyes, the familiar evil that he suddenly way preferred, trying to ground himself in reality.

Zayne slowly leaned forward and let the tips of his index and middle finger rest against Jay's forehead. He clicked his tongue, flicked his thumb. "He'd probably empty a gun into your brain if you tried some stunt."

"I'm not stupid enough to pick a fight with someone with a gun."

Zayne laughed. "You do realise that is literally what you are doing by researching his crimes, right?" He caught both Jay's wrists and slammed them roughly into the floor. "Not to mention that you are stupid enough to pick a fight with someone who hands you your own ass multiple times a week."

"You literally asked for it yesterday."

"Well, you know how I always like to encourage you to fight back," Zayne crooned right in his face, knowing he had Jay pinned to rights. "Just, you know, be careful with it. It could do you more harm than good."

"So you're saying to only try this on kindhearted souls like my trainer or you."

"That's right."

"I see." And Jay suddenly bucked his hips up, caught Zayne both off-guard and off-balance, tipped him forward, and tossed him right over.

-

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@hold-back-on-the-comfort @whumpawink @break-so-beautifully @approach-me-and-ill-cry @painsandconfusion

@afabulousmrtake @wormwriting @soopytime @whumpedydump @pickleking8

@itsmyworld98 @whumpifi @painless-and-colourful @withdrawingramen @lolrpop

[shroudandsands]

Prompt #18: Hackneyed

“Don’t move-” The corner rounded, the night fully rolled over the shroud, a flicker of a sight in her vision that left her heart running at a million malms and a promise rocketing straight to the front of her mind. All of which resulted in her grabbing Nathalie by the arm and swinging her back around the corner. Resulted in her pinning her close against the wall as she peered into the dark beyond their sudden hiding spot. “Stay still. Quiet.”

Her claws gripped tight into the wooden wall as she hastily tracked where the motion of metal-armor and heavy-step had gotten to. Where the hint of the scales of her steel and the gall of her gait had tripped a reaction so violent she’d almost flung magicks towards it rather than to take the sane option of dipping out of sight. Spirits hadn’t quite taken all of her sense yet, at least. Her tolerance was getting better. Nat’s voice creaked out of her throat in the same moment that Rakaso covered her mouth with clawed hand, her other arm continuing to hold her in place as she kept her vigil into the dark with piercing eyes. A glance back to be sure she hadn’t stabbed her was met with a rather out of place look; something closer to confusion, acceptance, then something else rather than the same rush she felt at the potential of that awful cat stalking them in the night once again. Whatever. Something to be evaluated later. Rakaso had been certain that the cat- Ghezu, she spoke like a curse in her mind- would come back at some point. She might’ve pretended that they were of no use to her anymore. But she knew how slimy bastards like her worked. It was always about getting you comfortable. Getting you to let your guard down once you played into their hand once. Slipping in close while you weren’t paying attention so they could corner you and get exactly what they want while you had no way to strike back. Easier to let go of that fear or caution and assume that they were, for once, telling the truth… Some might call her paranoid. She’d agree. But she was still right.

Fog filled the air as she let out her breath. Some other poor bastard in armor trudged his way back out of the treeline. Adventurer? Hired guard? She couldn’t quite tell. She didn’t quite care. Her heart was still screaming like a beast was set on them despite her eyes closing, her mind calling on it to steady now steady please… She stayed there for a moment, a long moment, before she pulled away with another hateful glare towards the… misinterpreted presence. She wasn’t wrong. She was just ready for the inevitable. “…Are you okay, Nathalie?” She eventually managed to gather enough of her wits to ask, still facing away. “I didn’t cut your face I hope.”

There was no response, nothing there for a long moment- not until Rakaso turned enough to look at her. She cleared her throat. Nathalie broke free of what seemed to be a daydream- or nightmare, if she was on the same wavelength as herself- with a fanning of her face and an apologetic glance. No words spoken other than a few broken attempts at beginning a sentence, nothing committed to an intelligible sentence before Rakaso simply gave her own apologetic smile and a dismissive wave of her claws. “Don’t. Sorry. I thought that… that we were getting ambushed again. I’ll admit I was overthinking it- There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll try to warn you the next time I’m going to have a sudden bout of paranoia, eh?” She awkwardly shaped her claws into a fingergun to defuse the moment… Nathalie laughed at least. Noted. She’ll have to save that for the future. If it worked once- “Come. Let’s… get going before I apparently find something else to freak out about. I don’t want to delay us much more tonight. Work in the morning and all that…”

She adjusted her top as they began to walk off, shaking her head at herself. She didn’t notice Nat’s face darkening at the sight. Didn’t notice the track of her eyes.

[adventuretolkienlover]

Cass: You're bleeding! You're gonna need a transfusion! What blood type are you?

Hugo: *Lying on the ground* Mistake.

Cass: What?!

Hugo: I have mistake running through my veins.

Varian: *sighs* Type 0. He's got type 0.

Hugo: Get it? Mistake? Typo? Eh? *fingerguns and grins*

Cass: ... *Facepalms* Can you not be normal?

[sing-in-me-oh-muse]

Snippet July - Forevermore

Blond hair. Green eyes. Smoking hot body.

Kagami definitely had a type.

Fortunately for her, though, her fiance, Félix, fit that type and more. He was much more decisive than Adrien, which she appreciated and which helped when they were planning their wedding.

“I definitely think we should serve cucumber sandwiches as a starter.” Félix smirked at her, his eyes glittering maliciously. He crossed his legs, seated next to her on her couch. “My aunt hates cucumber sandwiches.”

Kagami chuckled, looking over their menu of scallops, lobster, beef filets, duck breast, and medallions of veal--with the main meats all served pink. “Cucumber sandwiches?” Kagami wrinkled her nose in disgust. “They’re not bad, but foie gras is traditional.”

“Bah, foie gras.” Félix threw his hands in the air, almost smacking Kagami, which she glared at him for. “Who likes foie gras? Not me.”

“I bet your aunt does.”

Félix grinned at her, shooting her the fingerguns. “Okay, you got me. She loves the stuff.”

Kagami barked out a laugh. Hilarious. “We can’t plan our wedding around things your aunt doesn’t like.”

“Why not?” Félix flopped down into her lap, upsetting the paperwork comparing various venues there, which annoyed Kagami but didn’t cross the line into pissing her off. Yet. “She’s awful.”

Kagami set her menu down and booped his nose. “As awful as you?” 

Félix shrugged, an interesting maneuver given that his shoulders brushed her thighs. “Eh. If you want, I can let bygones be bygones with my aunt. Just for the wedding.”

“You’ll be too distracted during the wedding to even pay attention to her, I’m sure.” 

Félix raised a brow. “That’s because you won’t let me see your wedding dress. Let me see it?”

Kagami’s tone was as dry as dust. “No.”

Félix folded his arms, giving her the worst pout. He stuck his lower lip out, letting it quiver a little. “You’re mean. I’m marrying a mean woman.”

Kagami picked up the menu again, deciding to ignore him. If her fiance was going to be silly, well, she didn’t have to give him the time of day. “You can get over yourself anytime now.”

“Hey.” Félix poked her in the cheek, causing a flare of irritation to build in her chest. “Hey, Kagami.”

Kagami huffed, setting her menu down. Now he was treading the line between ‘annoying’ and ‘truly-angering.’ “What?”

Félix batted his eyelashes. “You know I love you, right?”

“So I’ve been told.”

Félix rested his palm on her cheek. “It’s true. I love you like you hung the moon. I love you like you’re the air in my lungs. I love you forevermore--”

Kagami placed a finger on his lips, effectively cutting him off. “Poetry is not your strong suit, dear heart. You don’t need to tell me you love me when you show me everyday.” 

Kagami knew that Félix loved her. She loved him, too, even though their relationship started as a matter of convenience. But he was dead set on explaining himself, the reasons of which Kagami couldn’t fathom.

Félix smiled against her finger. “Kiss me?”

Now? Kagami shook her head. “I can’t; you’re in my lap. Bending down like that is awkward.”

Félix grumbled, sitting up. “Now kiss me?”

Kagami pecked him on the lips, but he captured the back of her neck and pulled her close, slanting his mouth against hers. Grunting, she opened up to him, her shoulders going slack. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tugged her close to him, and though the position was awkward, kissing Félix was always thrilling.

But Kagami had a job to do. She spoke against his lips between kisses. “We have to…” A kiss. “...do the…” Another kiss. “... menu.” A third kiss, and this one was long, deep, and lovely.

Félix trailed kisses along her jawline to nip her ear. His breaths came thick and fast, and as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, Kagami’s arms and legs broke out in goosebumps. “Screw the menu,” he whispered. “It’s kissing time.”

Kagami pulled back and placed her hand on his face, shoving him down into the couch. “No.”

Félix squirmed, so she placed her hand on his chest instead. “Wedding planning is boring.”

“Between your mother and mine, if we don’t plan this perfectly, there’ll be hell to pay.” Kagami pursed her kiss-swollen lips. “Sulking doesn’t become you, dearest.”

Félix furrowed his brow. “I’m not sulking.”

“You are.” Kagami traced circles on his chest, causing him to shudder. “We can kiss after we decide on where to source the croquembouche.” 

“Can we plan the cocktail reception instead?” Félix asked hopefully, his eyes shining playfully. “With actual drinking involved? I would love to taste test some alcohol right now.”

“I am not allowing you to get drunk during wedding planning.”

“I wouldn’t get drunk, per se.” Félix’s grin was as sharp as a bear trap. “Just a little tipsy.”

“And then you wouldn’t be able to drive home, and you’d have to crash on my couch.” Kagami wagged her finger in his face, irritated all over again. “Tonight is not the night for that. My mother’s coming over tomorrow to inspect the planning we’ve done.”

Félix’s brows rose. “Wait, she is?” He plucked the menu up immediately. “Why didn’t you say so? I think we should have our parents spring for lamb.”

“Lamb?”

Lamb was delicious. First wise decision he’s made all night.

Félix offered her another one of his characteristically-knife-like grins. “My aunt hates it.”

@miraculousfanworks​

[belanekra]

cop A: hey, another fucking magic mushroom shop is opened up again, go shut it down eh? cop B: really again? man, they just keep cropping up like weeds. or maybe like - cop A: don't say it, i swear to god don't you fucking say it again cop B: --like a fungus! *ba dum tss* * fingerguns* cop A: *incandescent rage* every fucking time

one of the funniest news things in canada that always tickles me is the ongoing war between magic mushroom shops and the police.

this is the absolute height of humour to me right now

[trixcuomo]

Omg Hi Haris

Trixany: So Haris, here she comes. Remember what we agreed.

Haris: Which is...

Trixany: Be mean to Mindy. She's dating Sharpen, and she's too perfect. No way Sharpen is getting married before I do!

Mindy: *walks into the coffee shop on perfect draenei goat feet*

Trixany: Mindy! Hiii!

Mindy: *waves eagerly, rushes in for a hug*

Mindy: *signs* This must be Haris! Yes!! I can't believe we're meeting!

Haris: Oh my old gods, aren't your feet cute!

Mindy: *signs excitedly* I always get that, haha! I love your outfit, great skirt!

Haris: Yours, too. That's thottbot.

Mindy: New catchphrase? *signs, grinning wide*

Trixany: ...

Mindy: *signs, turning to Trixany* So Trixany, how do you two know each other?

Trixany: Well, Haris and I were rivals for a long time. Then, she became my boss. She sorta tricked me into it. Contractually.

Mindy: Wow! Really?

Haris: *shrugs* That was SO thottbot of me, I know.

An hour later...

Mindy: Well I hate to leave, but Sharpen and I are going to dinner with my family. *signs, apologetic*

Trixany: What! Already?? Um. I mean... How nice for you.

Mindy: *signs earnestly* Haris, I will treasure this meeting for the rest of my life. And I promise I will try your Kaja-Cola cocktail recipe. I am so excited!

Haris: Oh, anything for a true fan! In fact-- *waggles hand at her until Mindy hands over her purse*

Mindy: *gasps as Haris autographs her handbag*

Haris: There! Now you have a priceless Haris Pilton original. On the house!

Trixany: *jaw drops*

Mindy: Oh wow! Oh my goodness!! *almost cries, hugs Haris like crazy*

Trixany: Buh-bye now.

Haris: Keep it thot. *fingerguns*

Mindy: *squeals, leaves the coffee shop*

Trixany: Haris. Seriously. What the fuck was that!

Haris: I liked her.

Trixany: And I liked you too, when we first met. You were SO fake nice to me, but then later you tried to ruin my social life! And my brand!! But Mindy gets the royal treatment? I told you to be mean to her!

Haris: Eh. Didn't feel like it.

Trixany: Unless that was fake-nice, just now? Pretty please?

Haris: No, I genuinely decided to be sincere. Guess I had my coffee this morning.

Trixany: WHAT??!

Haris: Don't feel bad, Trix. Everyone needs a rival. Someone who can spur you on and make you feel invincible. *stage winks* The thrill is irresistible.

Trixany: Did you just quote a Ken Ashcorp song??

Haris: Um, hello! Early 2000s media is cool again. Get in loser, we're going trending.

Haris: Anyway, don't worry Trix. I'll destroy someone else's brand tomorrow. *pinches Trixany's cheek*

Haris: Well, doll! Gotta go. Keep it thot--

Trixany: *sullen* Keep it thot, yeah.

Haris: SO thottbot of you. Toodles! *leaves*

Trixany: ...

Trixany: And she stuck me with the bill, look at that.

[empathiquesa]

'Cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset

But I can't help from askin', "Are you bored yet?"

And if you're feelin' lonely, you should tell me

Before this ends up as another memory

indie multi-muse; featuring canon and originals muses as loved by riley.

credit.

[cozylittleartblog]

tomorrow morning its goodbye bastard teeth, hello pain suffering and short hiatus ✌️ never had surgery of any kind before i am Incredibly Scared but i cant wait for these things to be gone, wish me luuuuuuuuuck ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

[wyrdwulf]

Ehe I'm sorry this is very uninteresting, actually, but 6w6; The werewolves was that silly post I made earlier today. Failson thoughts are me thinking about a Skyrim DnD character of mine and thinking up a walkthrough of what his spellbook as a Wizard/Mage looks like. Stuff like this.

This page isn't as neat as I would like but it is just supposed to be a sketch //fingerguns

Coming home from being out and about with a pair of the most cartoonishly 'me' seperate trains of thought that I needed to feverishly write down notes on (Failson OC and Werewolves)

[okarako]

I'mma just post this here cause I like how it turned out. Even if it's just a practice piece I finished like, a few hours ago. I'm currently working on a project and I should have the majority done by the end of the week. Soooooo

[forbravery-blog1]

               &&. I'm a savage.         It's automatic.                 I got a way of making noise, the power to destroy                 with no static --.

home. ask.

[superdogbiter]

Hob:”Knock knock”

Dream:......................

Hob:..........................

Dream,sighing:”Who’s there?”

Hob:”Sugar”

Dream::”Sugar who?”

Hob:”Eh,it’s irrelevant”

Dream:..........................

Hob:”Because you’re so much sweeter” Fingerguns

[drenosa]

Jaune: *Trying to shoot birdform!Raven with birdshot blasts* I've got more rounds than you think, Feathers!

Raven: *Dodging and weaving, squawking insults to Jaune down below* Shut it, Tai 2.0! Oh wait, you'd be a downgrade compared to that thickheaded blondie!

Ruby: Mom, shouldn't we stop them at some point? The neighbours have gathered and I can even see old lady Henderson from the other side of town.

Summer: *Sipping 'juice', feeling nostalgic as she watches the show* Eh... five more minutes, Jaune's actually running out of ammo anyway.

Qrow: *Downing from his flask* Raven's gotten more agile compared to the last time she had to duck and weave. Blondie Jr's actually a decent shot.

Tai: *Sipping from a juicebox* Ah... those were the days. My old man did always prefer buckshot instead though.

Yang: *Not paying attention to the conversation* Damnit Jaune! Lead your shots! Lead! You've barely even winged her!

Jaune & Raven: *Pause their "Battle" to give a deadpan look at Yang*

Tai: *Fingerguns Yang* ~Eeey~!

Yang: *Fingerguns Back* ~Eeey~! *Goes back to yelling at both Jaune and Raven*

Jaune & Raven: *Anyway, Jaune continued blasting, Raven continued dodging, both continued insulting*

Ruby: *Lamenting living in a STRQ reality* Ugh... everyone's just stork raving mad. *Slaps hand over mouth, hoping to the Brothers no-one heard her pun*

Types Of Bird Faunus

Jaune: In my experience, there are three types of bird faunus.

Jaune: The adorable ones.

Ruby: *Holding a cookie in her mouth while doing her homework*

Jaune: The beautiful ones.

Yang: *Fingerguns*

Jaune: And the angry ones.

Raven: *Is Raven*

Jaune: I mean look at her, she is not pleased.

Raven: Jaune.

Jaune: Yeah?

Raven: Stop.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Me every time Im looking at the DoA MP: eyyyy you still here *fingerguns*

Next page comes up: ah yes you again. I know someone who wants you but the buyer wont pay $100 more and seller wont take $100 less. See ya around eh *winks*

Next page: ugh, YOU! really whats that seller thinking asking that kinda price? You been here 2 yrs now, at this rate youll still be here in another 2 yrs smh

Next page: you thing still as butt ugly as when I saw u first bout a year ago

Quietly I slink off the MP again. Nothing to see here.

~Anonymous

[chaocorvus]

Inktober day 6  - Sword - Zer0 the Assassin / SKIN: Haze of Violence

Why not wear a sweater with your favourite sword on it?