#There's a bit of skrunkle in there I think?

[whumpsoda]

WSFSP - ‘065 (Florence) After the Drip

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cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, drugged whumpee

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The door creaked as Arthur entered, long and whining, before clicking shut. The trainee failed to make any sort of move, not even a flick of his gaze. Exactly as he’d expected, although a bit unnerving.

The pet sat in the corner of the room farthest from the door, slumped into the crevice like a rag doll, like he’d been left there without the care to pick himself back up.

Finally he wore his trainee uniform, black shorts and a white tee, instead of his blood stained work uniform. One he’d never see again, or even remember for that matter.

“Hey, there ‘065.” Arthur greeted, grinning, ever so slowly making his way to stand tall over him, “How you feelin’?”

It’d only been a couple hours since he’d gone on the drip, and it was obvious to anyone with eyes. ‘065 was fixed on the wall across from him, dazed out and glassy, a dribble of drool slipping from his slack lips. As if he couldn’t think.

Arthur wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case.

“Trainee,” he sang in a sing-songy voice, nudging at the boxie’s foot with his boot, “you gonna answer me?”

‘065 merely blinked, so very carefully and gradual. Similar to that of a doll.

Arthur laughed, thick and hearty, spittle flying. “You’re gonna be a nice puppy now, aren’t you?” This time he took his boot to his trainee’s chin, tipping his head upward. His head lolled over his shoulders loosely, blinking.

“Well this is no fun, is it?” No longer was he expecting any semblance of an answer, crouching to his knees. He spilled a few droplets of water from the tin bowl in his hand, plip plopping to the blinding white tile.

He stole a long look at his former coworkers hazy features, a relaxed expression drawn out to near unconsciousness. His fluffy black curls were matted, never as well taken care of as they used to be.

“No one’s gonna miss you, I hope you know.” He chuckled, breathy and tired. “All the guys thought you were a dick, the ladies too. You were though, so we all had a reason to think that.” He took the boxie’s chin between his rough fingers, inspecting him. “Maybe you just got what you deserved.”

“I kinda wish you were designated a romantic, though. With that pretty face you’d make a pretty good paycheck.” Curling over ‘065’s limp hand, Arthur grazed his clammy knuckles with his lips. “Unfortunately that’s not for me to decide. Guess you’ll just make a boring domestic, instead.”

Finally, those glazed over greens shifted up at Arthur, before he received a prompt slap to the cheek. “First rule, trainee. No lookin’ superiors in their eyes, ‘kay?”

“Yes, Mr. Everett, sir!” He mocked, pursing the man’s lips with his own hand, before dropping his head to thunk back against the wall.

“What a waste of fucking time.” He mumbled, standing to his feet. “At least we’ll finally get to start our training for real, ‘065. Be excited for that. I sure am.”

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[bocchidaily]

Give us the absolute skrunkliest little Kita. Please.

Day 90: I think this is pretty skrunkly

[cathalbravecog]

first thing i drew on my new tablet to test it out is the tv beast themselves

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 10

Warnings: severe touch starvation, forced living weapon/fighter, captive living weapon, war, bleeding & bullet wounds

Whumpee jumped in his skin as the door to his prison suddenly came banging open, a heavily bleeding figure stumbling in.

He was shocked to see it was Flint, covered in blood and deep injuries, barely standing as he hobbled and stumbled over to the wall Whumpee was pinned against.

"We're under attack," Flint coughed, and blood spattered the concrete in front of him from his mouth. And to his amazement, Flint started uncuffing him, fumbling with a key in hands made slippery with his own blood. He ripped the muzzle off next, throwing it to the side, and Whumpee was too stunned to move, unsure what to do.

Flint stood trembling in front of him, bleeding heavily and eyes wild with terror as he coughed more blood on the floor. "Weapon... it's Leader's men. They're invading, and making their way to the North end of the facility, which is where the children and mothers are kept." His gaze was desperate and pleading as he looked at Whumpee, so different from the cold, collected general Whumpee had seen before.

"Myra is there," Flint choked out. "I might be making the biggest mistake in history right now by letting you out, but..." He shoved something large into Whumpee's hands, and Whumpee realized it was his fighting blades, sheaths and all. "We need Weapon. You might go back to Leader's side for all I know and kill us all, but I'm desperate. We are badly losing this fight. Please, Weapon... save us. Save Myra. You said you were tired of all the fighting and killing... if you help my men stop this senseless slaughter, fight one last time, then you will be free. I swear upon my life I will never force you to be a weapon like Leader has, and you will have your freedom back. I will not chain you again.”

Whumpee glanced from the daggers he'd been handed to Flint's face, searching for a trick... but he found none. "...Which way is North?"

"Right outside this room if you take a left then you'll be facing the right way," Flint wheezed breathlessly. "And take this too--" he shed his own protective vest and offered it to the living weapon, which had a few holes and blood spatters on it. But it was better than no protection at all.

Whumpee put it on, despite it being a few sizes too small for his tall, muscular form. "...You really trust me already?"

"No, I don't. But... I don't exactly have a choice, now, do I?" Flint rasped. "If you go out there right now, you're going to be fighting against your own team, killing off your allies. Do you think you can handle that?"

"They're not my allies anymore," Whumpee answered with venom. He remembered everything Leader had taken from him now, bits and pieces of memory slowly coming back.

And Myra... she needed help. And if it took him being the cold-hearted Weapon again, then he'd willingly play the role of the killing machine one last time. To save her. And... because he was beginning to realize more and more that maybe the enemy Leader had been pitting him against were actually the good guys all along.

Flint wiped blood from his brow with the back of his sleeve, breathing harsh and ragged. But his eyes were fiery with determination. "Then go out there... and do what you were trained to do, Weapon. Wreak chaos, and show no mercy," he growled. "I'll rejoin the fight as soon as I can once I get more ammo -- Leader's ambush took us all by surprise, and none of us were armed or ready for it.”

⏪️ Back Next ⏩️

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[whumpy-wyrms]

The Last Lab Rat CYOA #3

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content: second person pov, sprained ankle, home invasion, manhandling, needles, creepy whumper

You chose: Run home now. It’s not far and you think you can make it.

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Before the man can get any closer and find you curled up behind the dumpster and do who-knows-what to you, you dart out of your hiding spot and out of the alley, ignoring the stinging pain in your ankle as you run down the street.

“Shit,” you hear the man murmur under his breath and pick back up his pace after you.

You run as fast as you can, obviously limping now, but that doesn’t stop you. And finally, finally, you see your apartment. Home.

An eerie silence fills the air as you hobble towards it, and you look around apprehensively. There are suddenly no frantic footsteps like before, no shadow of the man behind you, no voice calling out for you. He’s absolutely nowhere to be seen.

Goosebumps spread across your skin as you walk up the steps to your front door. Your eyes trail your surroundings as you fish your keys from your pocket. There’s… There’s no way he just gave up, right? You swallow your nerves and burst through the door, slamming it shut behind you and locking it.

You lean back against the locked door and let out a huge sigh of relief. You’re home. You’re safe.

You flip on a lightswitch and try to step forwards when a sharp pain jolts through your leg. Right. You grab hold of the wall and limp your way to the kitchen, not worrying about hurrying too badly anymore. You plug your phone in and drink some water while you wait for it to turn on. You can do nothing but wait now, since you live alone. Your phone is still the only thing you have to call for help.

A small noise from behind you pulls you out of your brief moment of peace.

Before you can turn around, a hand clamps over your mouth and pulls you back against someone, trapping you in place. “Gotcha,” a voice rings in your ears. “Shhh, don’t scream. I won’t hurt you.”

It happened so fast, you could barely register it. The man following you— he had somehow gotten into your home. And now he has you.

You struggle against his grip and try to push yourself away, but he wraps another arm around you and pulls you against his chest, pinning your arms to your side. You can’t get away. He’s so much stronger than he looked.

Across the counter, you see your phone screen finally light up in the dark. If only you could just reach over and grab it. You futilely try to step forwards, but your ankle sends jolts of pain through your body, causing you to let out a pained whimper.

“Don’t move,” he says into your ear. Before you can react, he removes his arm from around your body, and pulls something out of his pocket. You reach your now free arms up to pry at the hand covering your mouth, but he just tightens his hold, pulling your head closer and tilting it slightly to the side.

Something cold and sharp presses to your neck. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“This is gonna sting a little.”

There’s no way out of this.

next

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i made the poll duration one day so i can get the next part out faster since this one was a bit short! sorry for the long wait i completely forgot about this oopsie

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[py-dreamer]

Hello my lovely marshiemallows!!! I'm so sorry I haven't posted for like a good couple of weeks; my stylus went missing and I couldn't draw in csp with my finger so I basically couldn't draw for like a month.

Buuuuuuuuuuuut in the meantime guess what fandom I jumped into!

Holy sh!t I think I might've struck gold with this one. Like the art style is just gorgeous?!!! AND A GREAT PLOT WITH AN INTERESTING CULTURAL BACKGROUND?!!!! HELLO YESS PLEASE?!!!

So yeah...I might've fallen down the lmk rabbit hole...

(also I find it kinda funny how many lmk artists I find previously drew a lot of mcyt mainly dsmp, hmmmmmmm.....)

I will still post mcyt fanart (I actually have an au ripe and ready to see the sun!) but in the meantime I hope y'all can give monkie kid a chance (I MEAN LOOK AT THEM!!! BABIES!!!!)

I couldn't get MK's face right for some reason and while I was drawing, I realised Mei has no shoes and neither does Red Son... so I gave them some new kicks.

There aren't as many details as I could've liked to include (ie highlights, shadows) but I was feeling a bit lazy and wanted to show you guys these little skrunkles

Oh yeah and here's some baby Monkey Mk!

Yes he has six ears, yes there's a sun and moon in the background, yes there're gold tips inside his ears, yes his eye mask pattern thingy is the same dark red as someone else... (If you know you know.)

[whumpninja]

Next up, my first OC piece for Whumptober! This is featuring Shane, Luke, and Kestrel from my running series W.M.D., and it’s set during the second half of the second chapter. You can find the whole story here!

Taglist: (let me know if you only want to be tagged in full chapters!) @whumperofworlds @mysticalburntpaper @scoundrelwithboba @paperprinxe @fruitypineapple00 @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @lancedoncrimsonwings @1seaweedbrain1 @whumppsychology @ziptiesnfries @maracujatangerine @whumpsoda

Prompt used: AI-less Whumptober, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”

Featuring: drowning aftermath, unconscious whumpee, winged whumpee, chest compressions, medical inaccuracies because I do not know what I am doing

Whumptober Day Two: Breathe

Luke was gasping for breath by the time he and Shane dragged the surfboard clear of the waves. Even Shane was breathing hard, and all three of them were thoroughly soaked.

"Shouldn't there have been a lifeguard or something that saw him?" Luke asked.

Shane shook his head. "We're not on public beach. That's a ways down the coast. No lifeguard." He dropped to his knees beside the still figure on the surfboard, rolling him onto his side and pressing two fingers to his neck. "I've got a pulse, but he's barely breathing."

"After that twenty-minute swim, he better figure it out," Luke muttered. He glanced over the motionless person- it was a young man about their age, with stringy black hair and pale skin dotted with scars. He was muscular in a lean kind of way, like Shane- built more for agility than outright strength. He was shirtless, dressed only in a pair of close-fitting black pants. A bracelet or something circled one ankle.

And then, of course, there were the wings.

They were huge, covered in black feathers, and definitely attached- rooted into the guy's shoulder blades like they had been there from birth, although they definitely hadn't. There was scar tissue around them, and a lot of it. Luke didn't know what to make of it.

"Shane," he asked.

"Come on, man. Breathe." Shane was trying a few chest compressions, pausing every few seconds to put his ear to the man's chest. He glanced up. "What, Luke?"

"What is he?"

Shane sat back on his knees. "I don't know. But he needs help. I'm gonna- there!"

The bird-man-whatever-he-was coughed, twisted a little further to the side, and spat up a gush of water. Luke jumped back. "Was that good?"

"Yep," Shane replied. "He should be breathing a lot better now."

"Shouldn't he be waking up?"

Shane bit his lip. "Yeah. I think we need Viv. Can you help me get him to the car?"

"Jones will murder us twice."

"I don't care about Jones right now. I care about this guy." Shane shook the scarred shoulder. "Hey. Can you hear me? Don't move. You'll be okay."

The bird-person's eyes flickered, and Luke spotted a sliver of yellow.

Shane stood up and grabbed the front end of the surfboard. Luke reluctantly took hold of the back end, and together they staggered back where Shane had left Leroy.

"This is- a lot harder- out of water," Luke panted.

"No buoyancy," Shane replied. "The water's not holding him up for us. That wing's trailing, can you- thanks."

"I don't like touching them," Luke replied. "They feel so...real. How do you think he got them?"

Shane shrugged. "We'll ask when he's conscious."

"What are you gonna tell Jones?"

"The truth. What else would I tell him?" Shane fumbled in his pocket for the car keys as they approached. "Let's just slide the whole board in the backseat. I'll drive slow."

With a great deal of heaving and pushing, they managed to fit the surfboard and its winged passenger into the backseat of Shane's car. Luke collapsed into the passenger seat, shaking sweat from his hair.

Shane was still leaning in the open back door, talking in a gentle voice. "Hey, man, you're gonna be fine. I don't know what happened to you, but you're safe with us, all right? We're gonna get you help."

Luke took a deep breath. Ugh, how do I always get wrapped up in these kinds of things? "Shane," he said aloud.

"Hmm?"

"Toss me the keys. I'll drive to the base. You stay back there and keep him calm if he wakes up, yeah?"

Shane's slow grin broke out on his face. He tossed Luke the keys. "Don't put a scratch on Leroy."

"At this point it might help," Luke retorted, switching to the drivers' seat.

Shane squeezed his legs underneath the surfboard in the back, brushing damp hair out of the bird-guy's face. "Just hang on, okay, man?" he murmured. "It's gonna be all right. We got you.”

[nono-uwu]

Ons chapter 135 thoughts!!

Spoilers duh (also very long post. Lmk if I should add the read more cut)

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- KAGAMI I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD IT IN YOU TO GIVE CHESS AND HORN MORE SCREENTIME BUT THANK YOU ANYWAYS

- I am so glad that the whole digestion thing is more symbolical bc... that inital wording really threw me off lmao

- on that note, the immagery of the dead trees with the bodies sticking out of 'em... very creepy and on point, I think it's neat

- they actually adressed Crowley forgetting them! Wowzers (side note she looks hella adorable. My little skrunkly)

- ouugh the dynamic... where was it earlier? It seems so much more casual than during the Nagoya arc (probably just wishful thinking on my part lmao)... idc how give us more of this

- "you two were my first servants", LORE CRUMBS! I guess.

- wait so, they're still becoming demons? But isn't that a form of reincarnation, the thing Ferid is specifically trying to stop? But he's also devouring them... to absorb their power I guess? Since later on Ferid mentions now being more powerful after devouring Crowley (I'll get to that asspull later)

- Also Horn looks a teensy bit weird with the new artstyle but she's still super pretty 🫶 be my wife pls

- So, 16 year old Ferid is inside himself as his 'true self'? I assume that because he got the idea to stop reincarnation when he was 16 and hasn't changed his mind since (never let 16 year olds make big decisions in this world, it only leads to disaster)

- the skrunkle part 2. Also I doubt being digested like that feels good in any way. And with how slow it's supposed to be, yikes.

- I have a theory (aka major amounts of copium): Yuu will bust in and save Crowley because of 'fAmiLy' and also save Chess and Horn since they're family by association

- No one can reach Ferid, eh? And then Corwley's voice reaches him. Kagami and his queerbaiting amirite

- However Ferid then snags Crowley and ig he's on the priority list of getting devoured. Probably bc he's the strongest vampire Ferid has eaten. Cannibalism as a metaphor for love and devotion or whatever, except it's very literal and I doubt there's any love beyond 'u and interesting critter dude' from both sides

- Ok here's my major nitpick with this chapter: KAGAMI STOP BREAKING AND BENDING YOUR OWN FUCKING WORLDBUILDING AND POWER SYTEMS. Until now it was established that a vampires strenght is dependant on 1. their rank (as in who's blood turned them) and 2. their age. But now appearantly Ferid can eat vampires and absorb their strenght? If this was some universal but very difficult thing for any vampire to do, then I wouldn't be this salty. Also one of my favourite things about Ferid as an antagonist was, that power-wise he was on the weaker side. Despite being 'weak' he was still a major threat. He made up for his lack in actual fighting power with smarts and immaculate planning. But now he's another uber-strong genius. C'mon we already had Shikama and Rigr for that department. Bleh.

- now for the Yuu / Rigr and co confrontation, it's fiiiiine. I guess. At least Shikama is still somewhat of a formidable threat. Not to the major characters obviously but yk, it's something.

- rip Basteya. You showed up, slayed for a little and died.

- Kirsten still looks fugly as hell lmao

- so do Ulrich and Roger

- So, who will be faster: Shinoa in absorbing Shikama or Yuu in saving him? My bet is on Yuu purley bc he's supposed to be the main character but ig we'll see next chapter

- KRUL!!! AND THE BAT THING I FORGOT IT'S NAME

- sadly no Ferid / Krul brawl this chapter but yk what makes me excited for next chapter

- my guess is that now Krul is Ferids next target to be chomped. Hopefully she will beat his ass. Like when she first appeared. Ahhh the good old times

- 'A big fan of yours... M'lady Queen' lmao. What's next Ferid, will you put on a Fedora? Bro that last panel ain't it. Fuckin Sebastian of black butler wannabe 💀

[holder-culture-is]

idk if this counts, but our anger holder struggles with keeping relationships because he's just so explosive. he barely fronts and i think he might be a bit depressed? i'm kinda worried.

like is this normal anger holder culture. is alex okay. what to we do.

-@skrunkle-collective

One of our anger holders is like this. I’m not sure what you would do in this situation? I’m super bad at giving advice and stuff, uh— Make sure the people around him are okay, and try to help him out a bit. I’m not the best at like. Advice, but that’s really all I can think of. Communication is important! Yeah, that’s…all I have to say. I wish you luck!

[whumpsoda]

We Search For Stolen Personhood - Lick It Up

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cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee, dehumanization, abuse

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“Really?” His master stood before the accident and the two witnesses, one hand craned over the bridge of his nose. He sighed with bitter exasperation. “This is a real mess! Tell me, Mutt, how’d it happen? Be honest with me.”

Called upon by his master Mutt hung his head low - the maid did so as well, platter in hand -gaze stuck to the pile of food flipped and scattered across the floor, hands folded over his lap as he kneeled. “I- I, uh, I was coming upstairs, ‘n- and, I bumped into h- her.” He cringed at every stumble or stutter, knowing it would only put him into deeper trouble.

His master shook his head, big, rough hands on his hips. “Of course you did. Can’t trust you to even walk up the stairs by yourself, can I?” Silence followed, a dribble of sweat trailing down the pet’s cheek. “Answer me, pet.”

“No, master.” The words rolled with ease off his tongue, coming to him instinctively.

“Apparently, huh? Now the poor maids will have to remake me and Prince’s dinner seeing as you ruined it all. But we don’t want all that delicious food to go to waste, do we?”

Mutt shivered with fear, palms a ball of sweat. “N- no, master.”

“Well? What do you think we should do about it then? I mean, we can’t just leave it there to rot.” He chuckled at that, the absurdity of the notion. It wasn’t his amusement laugh, rather drooling with a sour coat, the one he used when he was terrifyingly angry. “Someone has to clean it up.”

“I- I’m not sure, master.”

“Eat it, Mutt.” He snarled, smirk dropping in an instant.

Mutt swallowed, taking a careful crawl over the tile, knees bumping painfully hard against it. Salmon, he thought, recognizing the smell and look of the ruined meal. He stopped in front of the mess, leading with an open hand to grab a fistful.

His master swiftly kicked his hand away with a leather shoe, and he jerked back his arm. “Ah, ah, ah,” he tisked, disapproval evident, “No hands.”

Mutt nodded softly, before positioning his hands in a way that would sturdy him, leaning in with a wide open mouth. With his tongue stuck out he took a gulping lick of food, nearly melting at the magnificent taste if not for the circumstances.

“There you go.” His master cooed, placing his hand to his pet’s hear, pushing him further downward. “Take a nice, big lick. I bet it tastes just wonderful, really get in there. I just know you’re hungry.”

His master kept on digging his face in, forcing him into taking larger swallows. He licked and licked, eager to appease his master by eating more.

“Not fast enough, Mutt, this floor still looks pretty dirty.” His hand was replaced with a foot to the side of the pet’s head, shoving his cheek to the floor. Mutt gagged as he choked, coughing as his master dragged him around the mess with his foot. “I suppose I’ll just have to use you as a mop, instead.”

Mutt listened to the maid wince as he was yanked through the puddle that once was food, now turned to mush. Chewed up fish dribbled from his squashed lips as tears pricked in his eyes, blinked away with desperation. He couldn’t bear crying and worsening his punishment.

Soon enough, when his master became bored, his shoe was lifted and Mutt was left to return kneeling. “You,” he called for the maid, who straightened in response, “Go get something to clean all this up. Then hose him off out back before putting him in the dog house. Got it?” She nodded profusely, the click clacking of her heels trailing away as she left.

The dog house. The pitter of rain on the windows sent a tremble to his lip, and he bit back a cry as his master padded back up the stairs, leaving him to think about what he had done.

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[freyito]

Also on that note I am protecting so heavy but they are MY skrunkles I get to PROJECT.

Johnny's autistic. We all knew this. Bro can't shut up about his movies or cinema in general. History need, obviously. But also science nerd. He has a fucking PhD. I like to think he like went through so many kinds of science before he landed on Quantam Physics or Mechanics or what not. His second favorite to that was most definitely Astrophysics. Cris had to hear so goddamn much about the stars, and now Kenshi has to hear even more. Not that Kenshi minds.

[TW for Suicidal Ideation] Also. 100% Kenshi struggles with depression. I mean, his life is HARD. Being stuck in the Yakuza obviously takes such a toll on the man, but it's also the fact that he knows there is more out there for him and he can just barley reach it. Breaking into Johnny's damn mansion was a big step for him. I can't help but think he most definitely had days, weeks, or even months in thr Yakuza where he was just like "maybe this time I'm gonna do it." You can really see the ideation shine through in Shang Tsungs lab. I dunno. It's been on my mind recently and I don't see a lot of people talk about it. I think most people read it as the whole "I'm weak leave me behind" cliche. But I seriously think it's something more than that. I don't think that Kenshi is like insecure about being blind, I really do think he takes it in stride. Nor do I think he's insecure about being a former Yakuza. Maybe a little bit, I'm like 90% sure he's a little bit too conscious of his tattoos. But he knows what he's done, and he's resentful. Not insecure. Kenshi's the kind of guy who constantly wonders what's next for him, and I think when he gets hit with such a blow like getting blinded, those are the times where he kind of remembers his place and he has those kms moments. He also definitely has some depressive episodes, and they never really center around anything. They just kind of happen. ANYWAYS...

[sihakadan]

Ooooh jealous Arcane cast headcanons?

I am eating TODAY. Yes, my dearest.

If you want to make requests or are looking for something? Here is my master list. Gonna keep this one SFW, with some implications and language but not enough to be too bad. If you are wondering why there is no Caitlyn or Vi? I am in denial about the break up in the rain and I refuse to see them with other people because they are perfect together, thank you for coming to my TED talk

•🐀Silco

-Not a wise idea because he will have the person 'taken care of' if they get too fresh

-If you are the flirter, he will lay down the law, by showing you who is boss...if you know what I mean

-Loves you dearly, so please don't make him jealous, it hurts deeply

•💣Jinx

-BOOM BITCH

-That is the last thing who ever flirts with you will hear

-Sweet baby already thinks she is a curse, is scared you will leave her

-Will give you very visible hickies so you are marked and EVERYONE knows that you are not single

-Will get an inch from you and glare at you if you even look at anyone

•⌛Ekko

-Not a very jealous guy, he is very confident in your and his relationship

-BUT

-Do not touch anyone else, like putting your hand on their arm or drape your arm around someone's shoulders. It makes him so green with jealously because he likes to be the only one you touch

-Will butt into the conversation and introduce himself as the boyfriend to make sure they know to STOP

•🦇Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-Very easy to make jealous. Very insecure because he looks different from everyone else. Not so much about you being unfaithful.

-Looms behind you like a shadow and glares at anyone who gets 'too friendly'

-Will pout if you get too friendly, even with friends. He can't help it, he is working on it, really

-Someone got punched once because they accidently touched your ass and you squealed in shock. Was and still is not sorry.

•💪Vander

-Another very confident that the relationship is strong

-Will beat drunk to a pulp who gets handsy with you

-Everyone knows better than to mess with Vander's family because it is straight up suicide.

•🔥Finn

-Likes to make you jealous, pretends he doesn't

-Goes to show you off, but he gives a mean mug to anyone whose look lingers way too long on you.

-If they touch you, immediately they are dead. Done for, no longer of this earth. Goodbye.

-Same will happen if you get flirty with someone. That person is a goner.

•⚒️Jayce

-Poor pouty baby. He knows you love him, but what if someone better came along? Someone who could give you more attention?

-Will sulk, sigh a lot while messing with something in the lab

-Will need lots of reassurance that nothing was happening. Cuddling and neck kisses fixes it quick.

•📖Viktor

-This poor skrunkle punkle is already insecure because of his failing body and other physical limitations

-It's hard not to get jealous because he is always wondering why you would want him anyway.

-Throws himself into work and shuts the world out. You can get him out of it with sweet milk and a real good hug. It'll get him talking at least.

-You know what else gets him to look up? You, walking naked into the lab.

•🖌️Mel

-RUINS them

-Straight up will interject and lay it down. They dare show their face here AND in that outfit? Pathetic.

-You are going to get a cold shoulder until she is ready to talk about it

-Paints her frustration away. If you sit with her while she does it, she will talk it out with you

•🚬Sevika

-Bitch, bye, you better not even think about it

-That arm of hers gets all glowly and her glare is so cold it will stop the offender in their tracks.

-A bit pouty, but more annoyed that you would even entertain the cretin

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 21

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, recovery whump, reluctant alliance, rejection by peers, betrayal

He could rest easy knowing Jake wouldn't be retaliating in the night.

The next day the routine went on like usual, still without Jake. Breakfast with the team, one training session, and then free time.

And free time is when Jake finally reappeared, Flint at his side.

Whumpee instinctively tensed up, stiff and alert with caution as he eyed the team leader warily.

But as Jake came closer to the group, Whumpee realized he was... limping? He peered closer, and could see bandaged wounds barely visible on his arms beneath the long-sleeve shirt he was wearing, despite it being uncomfortably warm in the room. He was wearing long pants too, which must be unbearably hot for him. Almost every bit of skin was covered.

But Whumpee could see some dark bruises and cuts on his face that couldn't be hidden, and Jake's eyes were wide and red-rimmed.

Flint marched him over to where Whumpee was sitting on the floor playing cards with Max, who was teaching him the basics of the game.

Jake looked like he was in a tremendous amount of pain for some reason, the lines of his face tight with agony, reflected in his eyes.

"Apologize," Flint growled firmly.

"Sorry," Jake whispered hoarsely to Whumpee, his voice no more than a shallow rasp of air. He didn't look cocky or arrogant anymore, he just looked... tired. So incredibly tired. His spirit dimmed, fire snuffed out.

Flint seemed satisfied with his response, and turned away from him dismissively, calm and collected as he walked toward the door. "And you, Reed--" he paused in the doorway -- "no trouble from you either. Understood?"

Reed gave a curt nod from where he stood, and Flint left.

The mood in the air was different now. Jake didn't say a single word, storming out the instant Flint was gone to head to the sleeping quarters.

Without thinking, Whumpee sprung up to follow, curiosity piqued. He left Max with the cards and trailed after Jake from a safe distance until he'd entered the sleeping quarters before daring to follow the rest of the way.

Jake was facing away from him, and had taken his shirt off to crawl into his bed, but Whumpee was shocked to see the several deep gashes torn across his back, treated with topical salve.

Jake was completely unaware of the living weapon's eyes on him as he tried to bend over and untie his shoes next -- before straightening with a pained hiss. He tried two more times with no success, the injuries wouldn't let him stretch that far without bolts of agony attacking him.

Whumpee cleared his throat awkwardly to make his presence known, and Jake whipped around with a hiss, before his eyes widened.

"What are you doing here?" He snarled viciously. But pain laced his voice.

Whumpee ignored the question, leaning on the doorframe and jerking his chin meaningfully at Jake's shredded body. "What happened?" He asked simply, voice flat.

"None of your business," Jake snapped angrily. "Go pick a fight with someone else, freak.”

Whumpee pushed upright from the doorframe, taking two menacing steps in Jake's direction. "You didn't seem to have much of a problem picking a fight with me yesterday," he rumbled. "Why should I listen to you?"

Jake backed up a few paces away from him, wincing with every step. "So what? You're going to get revenge now? Is that it?" He spat the words like poison, but a new sliver of fear crept into his voice.

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[deerangle3]

Can you write a scenario of how we call Barou and Lorenzo "babygirl" (intentionally) but Snuffy hears us so I play it off as if it was an accident but you don't and then you call Snuffy babygirl as well what do you think how does he react

"Barouuu!!! you're so babygirl!" they both said but then felt a menacing aura behind them. And I front of them because Barou was always a little confused when you called him that.

"Babygirl?" Snuffy asked, looking at the two.

"OH we meant uhmm,,, badass..." Mao looked to Barou and then to Claire.

"Maybe you did." Claire crossed their arms and smirked. "I meant what I said, Barou is totally babygirl, and so are you, Snuffy."

A puzzled look was visible on Snuffys face. "I'm 'babygirl'?" while he said babygirl he did the finger quotations thing. "But what does that even mean?"

Claire started neighing like a horse and ran away.

"Tch, there they go again" Barou semi jokingly rolled his eyes.

Snuffy looked to Mao for an answer.

"oh, uh, babygirl is like... a person who a tumblr user for instance, likes a lot. It's a bit like skrunkle or scrimblo."

Snuffy just looked even more confused but gave up trying to understand.

[canonically47]

Share the Disventure Camp thoughts Geo. Also, now that you've seen both seasons, what are your All Stars predictions?

oliver was one of the best parts of the season and i loved him so much ohhh the skrunkle

aiden & james were my favorite characters i think! <333 i really liked their development i love gay people i screamed at their first real kiss

it took a while for me to get used to every character because of their mics and acting. some of the acting was not believable at all and was the reason i dislikes some characters for a bit (cough rosa maria cough) before eventually warming up to them. it’s clear they improved a lot and found better actors for season 1. i’m curious how the S2 actors will be in S3.

maggy was genuinely annoying and not just because of her voice. sorry :(

lake was amazing!! i loved her arc!

connor was a good guy and i liked him, but i wouldn’t have brought him back for all-stars and i definitely wouldn’t have paired him with riya. that 21 year age gap is not looking good.

I LOVED HUNTESSALLY SO MUCH OH MY GOD THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME POLY REPRESENTATION IN MEDIA IS THE BEST STOP I WILL CRY OMGMGMGMGGM why are they fighting in the S3 opening. someone save me. huntessally stay strong. STAY STRONG!!!!!

WHY IS YUL YELLOW 💀 also i hated his ass “a latina stealing why doesn’t that surprise me” NAH MF YOU CANNOT BE REDEEMED I’M SORRY MAN YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN 💀

anyone wanna talk about how weird some challenges were? no? like making people kiss other people just for a challenge? i know it’s fiction but? what if someone is uncomfortable with it? yk? my aro ass couldn’t watch most of those scenes like ik it was to make some ships kiss and probably appeal to the fans but nah. you lost me brah. and outing aiden (while not specifically saying his name but yk) like. wow. this is. not fun! weird episodes

karol fuck you

riya, thin ice, i like you for your assholery but leaving aiden hanging left ME hanging as a fan of both. sadge

ally should’ve been a scene kid that’s all i came here to say

fuck you yul hope ur the first boot of S3

why was nina there. /vvvneg

now for predictions/wishes:

YUL FIRST BOOT WOOHOO 💯💯💯 /hj

if i don’t get gabellie & tessally alliance i will actually cry myself to sleep for those entire ten months the show will be airing i mean it guys i’m so fucking serious /j

alec and fiore need to make up or i will actually go bonkers and die

yul first boot

trevek do gay shit & krystal breaks them apart every time because they’re so cringe every time they flirt or something not in the high school couple way but just sooo fucking bad at flirting that it is physically damaging to everyone around them

nina dies in a fire YAY!!! WOOHOO!!! PARTY!!! (seriously she was the most annoying gimmick of the season hope she just disappears and its not brought up ever)

maybe. if connor is there. and he gives advice. he can give alec and fiore advice. right. right guys. I MISS MY FATHER-DAUGHTER DUO OKAY WAAAAAAA

jake will be a fucking idiot and hate aiden for NO reason because he is a fucking idiot. love him tho but i was hoping he wouldn’t be as insecure in s3 like girl get a therapist cmon

if i don’t get james-tom friendship.......

miriam early boot 😞 sorry queen 😞 i got this feeling 😞 inside my bones ���

ashley early boot (pleasepleaseplease WHO ASKED FOR HER TO BE HERE i wanted nick or kai back so bad omfg)

this is more based on a fanart i saw but fiore should totally terrorize aiden and aiden just hates her ass

i want the teams to form then switch a bit so that there’s both s1 and s2 contestants on both teams bc wdym the teams are s1 and s2. thats the worst decision yet and the season hasnt even started

[mikusgreenestleek]

no i do not have ocs, but i do have a whole cast of skrunkles that only like ten other people are invested in and i have to do so much scrounging for the tiniest bits of lore around them so i don't really think i need any