#can someone please draw a cowboy doing this

[brfran]

how am i obsessed with this FUCKING monkey and his FUCKING nugget someone put me out of my misery because theyre all ive been drawing for days now

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

I'm absolutely terrified, it's not even funny. I can't even click it. But I have to... for the LOREEEEEEEEE... okay, let's-a go....

(The following is my live reaction:)

ay the TADC plug, of course

"Born to shit, Forced to wipe" - not smg3

wise words Three

also, the Ferris Wheel and rollercoaster thing is still there in the background (Ferris Wheel wedding, my beloved...)

I knew someone was going to bring up Meggy and her disappearance

LEGGY! MEGGY, WE'LL RESCUE YOU I PROMISE!!!

THANK YOU THREE for asking the right questions here

oh... not what I expected. at least the crew knows this is obviously Mr Puzzles

NAME DROP

OK, a LOT to digest here:

These are all the possible minigames that we might see in WOTFI. Well, at least all the attractions we could see...

a Mr Puzzles Chonk plush (in the bottom right)

a Tunnel of Love attraction... hmmmm.......

Huh, I didn't know this was by the coast of the Mushroom Kingdom. Or it could be an island/peninsula.

The what now, Leggy?

YEP I knew that once they found out, they would want to leave

...and of course, Mario wants to stay

Yeah, Luigi said it himself

but also, look at the Mr Puzzles cardboard cutout in the back, he's wearing Meggy's cowboy hat from Western Spaghetti

Alright, but before we go in, we gotta have a buddy system, guys

All these critiques are going to make Mr Puzzles lose himself even more than he already is

I think I saw someone posted about submitting a water gun game so congrats for getting in!

Leggy Plush!!

also spider-man plush... symbiote... venom... GOOP!4????

...Once Upon A Perfect SMG4?

[*points at Four and Mario*] The sillies

ok, but like, why is Three smiling like that while everyone else looks so disappointed?

They did the buddy system!

Bob: "Those dumbasses will see ANYTHING and get excited."

I feel seen and I don't like it.

I don't like this either. I already know this is a trap but like noooooo

Three just standing there like a dad watching over his kid

Someone else also submitted a mini-game involving a ducky fishing game

GOD DAYUM.... why did you have to pose like that, Three? You're not beating the allegations, huh.

Aw, Three really wanted to enjoy a carnival if Mr Puzzles wasn't involved (writers, write that down + carnival dates)

OK NOPE WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW

🫵 🏳️‍🌈⁉️

oh c'mon now, it's just plainly obvious. Not that it should be surprising, everyone's part of the skittle squad (tm)

STRONG WOMEN we love to see it

...that can't be a real thing... can it?

same Luigi same

YES PLEASE CAN WE?

sorry dude, they really locked in

also what the hell is that building in the back?

Luigi (or rather the SMG4 fandom): "See? I can handle this! I'm not afraid anymore! Do you hear me? I'm not afraid-" [*horror jumpscare*] [*scream*]

NOT EVEN MELONY'S GOD POWERS COULD HELP US, WE'RE FUCKED

NOOOOOO NOT KAREN AND SAIKO

THREE WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW

NOOOOOOOO THREEEEE I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO BE THE LAST ONE TO MAKE IT OUT

[*sobbing*] he sent one last text to warn them :( he really does care

AND HE SENT IT TO FOUR [*head in hands*]

the contact names they have for each other.... (I'm not well)

WE GOTTA GO [*runs*] GET OUT GET OUT

Leggy... why did your face change like that?

WHAT WAS THAT CRYPTIC CAPTION?!

Mario, please don't sacrifice yourself... oh, thank god! They really are having me panicking for the smallest things

wait... OMG THEY SAW MY SUBMISSION! THEY SAW IT!

the mini-game challenge that I submitted:

Pop & Whirl: Everyone gets a bag of popcorn. The winner must keep all of their popped kernels in their bag, without dropping a single one... while being chased around the carnival by a collapsed Ferris Wheel (Professor Layton style)!

I DON'T CARE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN AGAIN IN WOTFI, I'LL TAKE IT. But if it does happen, I'll draw lawyer Meggy with a redesigned Ace Attorney-esque outfit (somehow)

please don't tell me the green pipe is also a trap...

...the exit door from TADC?

oh god, why does this remind me of the dark web?

and the eyes on the mushrooms... [*IGBP flashbacks*]

heh heh, funny mirrors... AH SHIT PUZZLES, DON'T JUMPSCARE ME LIKE THAT

actually, now that I think of it, Mr Puzzles hasn't revealed himself this whole time...

THE DIDNEY ENGINE ROOM?!

...holy shit

so was I right about us getting to see Mr Puzzles' "truest form" and the whole "Eye of Ra" thing?

are those his arms? and the circle things, it could be part of his cyborg texture but they also look like eyes.

the fog part is really interesting because they could've gone with any "spooky" color but they chose this. It's the creative vision, the one Didney had in this room.

This really reminds me of the goo from IGBP and Wren's wire simulation in Western Spaghetti, but also from this angle, a bit of Zero's "no legs" body design.

"His obsession becoming his identity" - Puzzles connected himself to the single star Didney had. You got it right, past Ink.

HUH?! YOU CAN'T END IT THERE

AND THEY GRAY-ED OUT OUTRO, NO MUSIC! IT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, GUYS

also congrats to Nikej1708241 for making it to the credits 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

That was a pretty solid episode ngl. Probably not as "plot twist-y"

(i know that's not a word) as the previous episode but my spaghetti gods, it delivered! Not Marty again, we may have to rethink this one.

Ok, I've made a list of all the attractions and mini-games there are in the carnival grounds in Puzzle Park:

Ferris Wheel

"Tender Tunnel" (Tunnel of Love attraction)

Merry-Go-Round carousel

Basketball arcade game

Hammer game

Bumper Cars

"House of Crazy" funhouse (also that fits Mr Puzzles somehow)

A spooky cart ride

Water gun game

Rocket ride

Arcade (just flat-out an arcade)

Clown Ball Game

(There's apparently a cafe???)

Ducky Pond fishing game

Pizza shop (....marty?)

It's probably not all of them, we would just have to wait and see, but if you submitted a mini-game that involves any of these, congrats, you likely got in!!!

I still very much enjoyed this episode and some of what I theorized could possibly come true. And some didn't, which is totally okay with me. I'll cherish the Ferris Wheel chase scene regardless :)

We still have to wait for a trailer or a special video in regards to WOTFI, which I will have to analyze and see what's to be expected. From the looks of it in this episode, it seems like it's up to SMG4 and Mario to rescue their friends one by one by completing the mini-games. The more people they rescue, the more help they can get to complete the games. And that includes saving Meggy at the end.

Now, personally, I don't want Mr Puzzles to die. Not yet. There is still a lot of potential that could go for him. A similar redemption arc just as Three went through. Puzzlevision 2. Goop!4. Marty. Anything could happen. Then again, he could die.

Now you might think he might not die because he has a plushie, but there's literally merch of Axol and Desti and they're dead. Puzzles isn't safe from this possibility.

Put in your final bets, my dear fellows, because nothing will ever be the same again...

[inmyheaddd]

libbynash headcannons

thank u sm for the req! 🤍 my literal parents they are too cute wc: 649 masterlist

nash tries to surprise libby by cooking her favorite dishes/foods.

libby tries to conceal the fact that it’s definitely not the best but nash can read her like an open book.

“darl, you don’t have to lie to me.” he says with a chuckle.

“no! it’s, it’s really something. i swear it’s good!” she responds muffedly, covering her hand over her mouth.

they both end up laughing, and libby says something like, “nash i love you, but please never make that again.”

he practiced for a week and made it again.

he got avery to be the judge before he presented it to libby, and made sure it was perfect.

libby didn’t even know how to react, knowing that he put that much time and effort into learning something for her.

lots and lots of kisses always

nash also learns how to play her favorite songs on guitar.

he made a little song for them himself on the guitar that he showed her the night after the wedding when it was just them two, and she was literally in tears.

libby makes drawings/paintings of their favorite places to keep as memories.

they are both always exploring and traveling, they make a playlist for everywhere they go to.

she still gets flustered at the nicknames or the endless compliments nash gives her. he’s so down bad.

their music taste is all over the place because there’s little hints and touches of eachother in every aspect of their life.

libby has a cowboy hat collection that matches her cowboy boot collection. nash thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

libby doesn’t like ordering at restaurants, so nash does it for her, but whenever she does he’s cheering her on once the waiter leaves.“you did so well, sweetheart.”

he’s literally her no1 cheerleader, he’s inlove with anything she does.

they are equally as enamored with each other. on the rare occasion when they are out somewhere they’ll be photographed, they always have coordinating outfits and you never catch them not smiling at eachother with the most lovesick eyes.

libby is obsessed with her ring. she doesn’t know how nash could pick something that was so perfectly her, sometimes it felt like he knew her better than he knew himself.

nash lovess picking her up and spinning her around

shes always running a hand through his hair when laying down, or rubbing his back. he’s obsessed with it.

libby likes tracing “i love you” on his arms/back mindlessly, she thinks he doesn’t notice, but he does.

libby is always wearing nash’s clothes, and he has absolutely no problem with it. he loves seeing her in his clothes

whenever she’s sad it’s like a switch goes off in nash’s brain, he’d do anything to keep her happy and it kills him inside when shes anything but.

he’s by her side and knows exactly what to do and say to make her feel better.

whenever someone wrongs her, or attempts to, he goes and does them 100x worse. he doesn’t tell her this, because she would feel like somewhat of a burden, or that she doesn’t deserve it.

he’d literally give up anything for her.

they are the parents of the group. libby has to gentle parent basically grown adults jameson when they are about to do something stupid.

“that’s a good idea, but why don’t we think of other ideas! ones that don’t potentially harm you and other people?”

they take a disposable camera on every trip they go to, there’s something about the film that they love so much. libby takes them as reference afterwards and paints them for decorations around the house. mentioned above

they started a scrapbook together when they were 2/3 months in the relationship and always frequently add to it.

they can’t wait to show it to their kids one day.

[mintsturniolo]

let's get out of here (m.s)

matt sturniolo x f!reader

a/n: happy halloween 🎃 this was meant to be more Halloween related but ya'll it's 2am and i have work at 8 so you know. unedited since i literally wrote this in the span of 1 hour

this plot was given to me by @sturniolo04

summary: when you and matt end up on your own during a halloween party, leading you to end up going on a late drive and watching a movie

You wouldn't say you were having the time of your life on the dance floor, but being with your best friend was helping you to have a good time. The music blasted in the background as the two of you danced to your favorite song. You took a sip of the liquor in the red cup you were holding. You noticed a young man across the room watching you. He was with a small group of friends but seemed to be distracted from the conversation they were having. You smiled and gave him a friendly wave. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t figure out how you knew him. “I told you that you’d have fun,” your friend said, interrupting your thoughts.

“What Rebecca?” You asked. “Oh yeah. I am.”

“Ugh,” Rebecca sighed as the two of you made your way to a table in the living room. “I need another drink.”

You lifted up a bottle of tequila. “Shots or no?” you asked curiously.

Rebecca was about to reply when she spotted someone across the room. “Is that Chris?” she asked, drawing your attention to the young man wearing a bomber jacket with a baseball bat resting on his shoulders.

That’s why you recognized the other guy. He was one of the triplets that was always at these parties. You had talked to Matt once or twice, but he was the quiet one, and not much for small talk. “Yeah, that’s him,” you sighed. “Can we not deal with him tonight.”

You couldn’t stand watching Rebecca talk to Chris, knowing how toxic their relationship was. Rebecca glared at you before fixing her hair. “I promise. This won’t take long,” she said. “I just need to ask him something.”

“No. Please don’t leave me here. I didn’t want to come here anyway. Don’t make me be alone,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be fine,” Rebecca told you before walking over to the younger triplet.

You rolled your eyes as you looked around. “Great,” you muttered to yourself.

Parties weren’t your scene, but you enjoyed it as long as you weren’t left on your own. You made your way to the porch to see what everyone was up to. After greeting a few of your classmates, you decided to head back inside and get another drink. You paused when you noticed one of the triplets sitting quietly on the couch looking at his phone. You walked over and smiled. “Hello cowboy,” you said with a small grin. “Matt, right?”

The young man looked up and nodded. “Yeah…” he muttered. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked, taking a sip from the red cup in his hand.

You introduced yourself and sat down beside Matt. It was quiet for a moment before Matt looked at you, taking in the costume you were wearing. “Are you a pirates of the carribean fan?” he asked.

You were about to ask how he guessed, when you remembered what your costume was. You nodded. “My favorite series,” you replied. “What inspired the cowboy costume?”

Matt shrugged, looking down at his own costume. “Honestly, this is all I could come up with,” he replied.

“Well you look good,” You complimented.

Matt blushed slightly, looking at the ground. “My costume last year was better though.”

“Really?” You asked.

You had met him here last year, but you couldn’t remember what he’d been dressed as. Matt nodded. “Count Dracula,” he told you with a smile.

The two of you sat quietly for a couple more minutes as you took in the party scene before you. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. You would have been too if Rebecca hadn’t left you on your own, but you now were more interested in getting to know Matt better. You turned to Matt, noticing he still looked a little uncomfortable. “You want to get out of here?” You asked.

“Where would we go?” Matt asked, clearly eager for a reason to leave the party.

You thought for a moment before shrugging. “A drive around LA sounds nice. Not many people on the roads right now. Maybe something to eat.”

Matt stood up, offering his hand out to you. You accepted and smiled as he led you through the house, to the front door. You spotted Rebecca and Chris on the couch making out and rolled your eyes. You and Matt exchanged glances before making your way to his car.

*time skip *

“So what were your plans tonight?” Matt asked, taking a bite out of his burger. “If you hadn’t come to the party.”

“Watch scary movies and have some popcorn,” you replied. “Pretty lame I guess.”

Matt shook his head as he watched you for a moment. “Those were my plans too,” he said.

You smiled up at him. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” you asked, using your best ghostface impression.

“I know a lot of people don’t like it, but The Nun is one of my favorites,” Matt laughed. “I take it by the way you asked that question that the Scream franchise is one of your favorites?”

You nodded, as you looked out the window. “Not the entire franchise of course. I don’t know what the point of the fourth one was,” you told Matt. “Worst one in my opinion.”

“That was the one with the girl’s cousin or niece right?” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” You replied.

“Definitely the worst in the franchise then,” Matt agreed. “It’s the only one I haven’t rewatched,” Matt explained.

Matt rested against the headrest, staring out at the city in front of them. The view from this parking lot had always been his favorite. You looked up at him and noticed that he was glancing at you. “What are you thinking?” You asked.

“A movie doesn’t sound too bad,” he muttered. “We could go back to my place. Make some popcorn and watch some good halloween movies. I don’t know.”

You took his statement into consideration before agreeing. Neither of you wanted to go back to the party, and you clearly had the same taste in movies.

*time skip*

You were surprised when you saw the size of the house Matt shared with his brothers. You didn’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t this. Matt lead you up the stairs of the entryway, and into the living room. The two of you made your way into the kitchen, still debating what the best movie to watch would be as Matt looked for where they kept the popcorn. He held up two boxes as he turned to you. “What are we thinking? Caramel or salted?”

“Caramel of course,” you replied, earning a smile from him.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he said as he opened the box.

When the two of you had finished up in the kitchen, you got settled on the couch, turning on the tv. “I haven’t watched the newest Conjuring movie,” you blurted out, earning a raised eyebrow from Matt.

“Seriously? You have to watch it, if only to see how bad it is compared to the rest of the movies,” Matt insisted. “Only if you want to of course.”

“Well now I have to watch it so I can know what it is we don’t like about it,” You said with a smile. “Party doesn’t end for a couple of hours anyway, so they won’t be back for a while.”

A grin spread across Matt’s face as he clicked on the movie.

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[ask-rain-world-characters]

Hello everyone, and welcome!

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For images, refs and pieces of information regarding the OCs of our blog, you can check up on our Google Doc, which will be updated if we get new characters, or the VAs/owners want to change something.

The person primarily running this project and blog is me, @fadebolt. If you wish to voice act a character yourself, shoot me a DM, either here, or in Discord (my name is also 'fadebolt' there, and I'm in the main RW server, so finding me should be easy). There's absolutely no limit with the characters you could ask to VA. Slugcats, iterators, ancients, echoes, scavengers, any other species... they're all available! We also aren't limiting ourselves to just the base game. Characters from Downpour, characters from mods, OCs, and non-canon characters in general are also available (though if you're planning to VA a character owned by someone else, then make sure to consult them first). Just... don't ask for characters who are already taken. Asking to be a backup is fine (in fact, backup VAs would be more than welcome), but we're not stripping anyone of their role, just because someone else asked for it as well. This post will be regularly updated, with the list of all the taken characters, and their VAs. Characters who are not on the list do not have VAs, and are fully open.

Submit your OCs, to be featured on the blog:

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[crystalofmoon19]

Shaving Knife - Human! Striker x Female Human! Reader

Summary: You noticed that Striker was shaving his beard with a knife and you wanted to help him shave. This is a human version of Striker.

Word count: 681

Note: This One-Shot was inspired by a drawing by @HollowRavenwood on Twitter of human Striker and Stella, here is the link: https://twitter.com/HollowRavenwood/status/1730110541363130504

You woke up from your bed stretching your body, and wanted to look for the warmth of your boyfriend, but he didn't seem to be anywhere; so with an annoyed snort, you made your bed and decided to go to your bathroom.

It was there where you found Striker, who was shaving his beard with his knife, you were surprised to see your boyfriend doing that. But you decided to just watch him silently until Striker pays attention to you.

“Morning, darlin’.” .- He said without taking his eyes off the bathroom mirror.

"Good morning, sweetie." .- You hugged your boyfriend from behind, which made him smile and his cheeks blush. He put the knife down for a moment and shook your hair.

“Looks like someone woke up in a good mood.”

You just smiled in response to your boyfriend and your gaze went to Striker's knife.

“Isn't that the knife you use for your work?”

“That's my shaving knife, sugarcube.”

Now that you thought about it, it made sense that someone like Striker would use a knife to shave instead of a razor, he was from Texas after all; In addition, Striker was the one who had worked the most of the two, and having so much experience skinning things, perhaps it seemed normal to him to use a knife for everything, such as opening cans or also to shave his beard.

That or maybe it was an old western cowboy custom, you really weren't sure.

But you respect that Striker does things his way, so you just hugged him for a while, until a brilliant idea occurred to you.

"My love."

“Mmmhh?”

“Do you want me to help you shave?”

Your question caught Striker so off guard that he almost cut his face with his knife, before you could do anything, Striker had already moved his knife away from his face to look at you with his wide eyes.

“You want to do what?”

“I said I’d like to help you shave.”

“No way, sweetheart.”

"Come on! I know how to handle a knife, and I promise to go slowly so as not to cut you.”

“I dunno, darlin’.”

“Come on, Striker, please.”

“No, sugah.”

“Please, Strikey~”

With the sweetness of your voice you made Striker slowly give in to you, but what marked the turning point was when he saw you with your pleading eyes and you caressed him with your soft hands.

“Fine, darlin’. I’ll let you shave, just try to go slow.”

“I will, my love, trust me.”

With a sigh, Striker handed you his knife so you could do your job, with that he sat on the toilet and you began by slowly shaving his beard with his knife.

You decided to shave his beard first and then slowly cut his mustache. You could feel Striker tense up a little at this, so when you finished cutting his mustache you gave him a kiss on his forehead and this made him calm down a little; which you took advantage of to continue shaving his beard carefully.

When you finished shaving him, you left the knife in the sink and made Striker look at himself in the mirror.

“What do you think, my love?”

“Damn, darlin’, you made me incredible."

“I'm glad to know you liked it.”

"I loved it. Thank you so much, sweetheart."

You smiled warmly at your boyfriend, your cheeks turning pink as you tidied your hair.

“Would you like breakfast, Striker?”

“Yeah, I think I'm a little hungry.”

“Alright, I think we can eat some reheated food from yesterday and…”

Before you could say another word, Striker had already wrapped his strong arms around you, touching your hips and kissed your neck, now your cheeks were red and you bit your lip.

“It seems like someone is hungry for me.”

“I'm always hungry for you, sweetheart.”

“And I will always be happy to feed you.~”

With this you gave Striker a kiss and he happily reciprocated and you two decided to have a little fun in the shower before starting your day.

[heartfullofleeches]

Me when cowboy: AWOOGA. Kiss for root beer please?

"How about it, darlin'. One little kiss if I make that shot?

How did this idiot manage to rope you into this? The start of a new weekend and you were here brushing off the stress at a bar on a sort of date with one of your many stalkers. Root Beer downs another shot and flashes his pearly whites as he signals over at the dart board on the wall. Riley drank a little more liquid courage than usual to amp up the good vibes and luck of your outing. If anything bad happened, he could blame it on the whiskey. If things went according to plan, you would be moving into his place by the end of the month. Only problem was if there was one thing weaker than his tolerance, it was his eye sight.

"I can hit it from right here, first try."

"Are you really gonna risk putting someone in the hospital for a kiss?"

"I'd do much worse for much less when it comes to you, Sweetheart. Just sit tight and pucker up."

Riley takes a dart from the bartender and turns towards the board. Spice yells for everyone in the vicinity to move out the way. He kisses the ring around his thumb for good luck and throws the dart. It flies through the air, gradually losing trajectory as it sails. By some miracle, or act of supernatural origins, it lands smack dab in the center of the board. He twists back around to you, that shit eating grin all the way to his ears as he pops a mint from the counter in his mouth.

"Looks like lady luck's smiling down on me tonight. Hope ya got those pretty lips warmed up for me~ If not, I can fix that with ease and pleasure."

"You cheated."

"I would never-... less there was something to gain from it. Come here. Try not to think about it too hard."

Riley pulls off his hat and cradles it to his chest as he kisses you without a moment of hesitation or warning. The mint warts off any flavor of the alcohol he drank as his lips fit against yours. Its gentle at first, skin barely making contact like he's afraid you'll disappear if he gives into the temptation. When you don't pull away, he presses deeper into the kiss and strokes his thumb over your cheek. He loops an arm over your shoulder, sliding a twenty to the bartender as the beautiful moment draws to its closure.

[megangovier]

Ice-cream date

older!Joel x waitress! fem reader

Summary: Joel messages you if you want to go for a ice cream date, you accept.

Warnings: Fluff, compliments, age gap 25,35, mdni

Joel and you have texted and called eachother over the last couple of months, you knew he had a daughter called Sarah and was raising Ellie as one of his own, they were excited for their dad to get back out there in the dating game. "I bet she's pretty dad" or "She's going to like you". Nerves were kicking in, he hasn't been on a date since his late wife but an accident happened and she is no longer with them. He missed her every day, the way she smiled at him when she entered the room or the smell of her hair. It's going to be hard, this won't be a replacement but someone to talk to, maybe if something does grow between them, he'll go for it.

You were going to meet Joel today, nerves are kicking in. You've never met anyone from a dating app before so it's kind of nerve wracking. Could be dangerous, but it's a risk you've got to take. You were excited though, from his pictures he sent you he's attractive, got those gorgeous brown eyes and a beard you've always found attractive on men. Joel's meeting you at 14:00 so you've got an hour to kill, so you decided to take a shower, put on some leggings, hoodie and white trainers. Locked up your front door and went to the ice cream shop.

Joel was wearing tight fitted jeans, flannel shirt and cowboy boots. It's winter so you both wore suitable clothes for that season, Joel came up and bear hugged you. A warm smile washed over your face "nice to finally meet you Joel" a red glow appeared on his face "likewise ma'am, let's go inside and see what delicious ice creams they have". Opening the door for you, you courtesy "thank you Joel" closing the door behind him, his eyes scanned the ice cream flavors. There was bubblegum, cherry, pistachio, double chocolate fudge brownie, coffee, cone ice cream too. You decided to pick Pistachio and coffee. "Hi, could I get a waffle cone please, with 2 scoops of pistachio and 1 coffee please" a smile fell onto his face, "of course you can my dear, what can I get you sir". Looking Joel said, "could I get waffle cone with 2 scoops of double chocolate fudge brownie please".

"No problem, sir here you go ma'am, enjoy" indulging in your ice cream, Joel paid for both your ice creams and told the man to keep the change "bless you sir, come back soon" a giggle left your lips "will do sir" arm im arm, Joel looked at you admiring how beautifully breathtaking you looked, the dimples in the cheeks, the scar above the eyebrow just beautiful "so, how long have you been waitressing for?" Looking at him in awe "since I was 18, so 8 years". Joel was so interested in your life and what you got up to, he was a great listener and comforted you when you were at your lowest.

Joel also knew about your father troubles, how he wasn't in your life or tried to slip in like an slippery eel. The way Joel acted towards you was like a protective father figure, who took you out to get ice cream. But he was a man you met on tinder, he's spoken to you about the lost of his wife and the accident which made you comfort him and gave him a reinsuring hug. As time went by Joel offered you back to his place, you accepted.

Once Joel opened up the door, two young girls attacked him with hugs. "Hi girls, good to see you too, we've got a visitor." Smiles erupted on their faces hands out to shake yours "I heard a lot about you, you must be Sarah and you must be Ellie, what pretty names" a giggle slipped from their mouths "and you must be daddy's new girlfriend" a grin fell on Joel's face. It didn't feel right to be there, Joel only lost his wife a few months ago. It was still to early, but I guess people deal with it in different ways.

"So girls, what have you done today?" Smiling at Joel with doe eyes Sarah said "Me and Ellie been playing at the park with uncle Tommy, drawing and sleeping, hows your day gone dad?" Looking at you, it's been awesome! We went to an ice cream shop, walked through the park, talked and looked in libraries, came back home again"

Sorry if it isn't that good✨

@strang3lov3 @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hii welcome to my blog, here's some things about me first!! ੈ✩‧₊˚

DNI: Anything that isn't child friendly or just Nsfw in general dni, Basic dni, Mspec lesbians or anything related, ddlg/ddlb/mdlg/mdlb/clg, Hazbin hotel, Dsmp, (only applying to arle) Arlecchino irls, IDs, systems alters/introjects. I'm not all that comfortable with those interacting because I'm afraid of my image of Arlecchino being ruined, I know introjects can't help existing but please respect my boundary, and lastly Arlefuri dni.

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🦜《ੈ✩‧₊˚ On here I prefer just being called Peruere!!!! As I don't really wanna just drop my name.

🦤《 I go by any pronouns but mostly prefer They/them!!

🦩《ੈ✩‧₊˚ I am Autistic and I'm also a vintage Artist!

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🦆《ੈ✩‧₊˚ I absolutely love birds, am crazy about birds and am a total bird nerd at least I think...! My favorite bird is the Shoebill stork! I also love horses, unicorns and Tarantulas/Spiders!!!! And ofc cowboys I love love loove cowboys :D

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Genshin, Lackadaisy, Steven Universe, Cookie run kingdom (mostly just rye cookie), Reverse1999, Pingu, Shawn the sheep, Birds, Tarantulas, Vintage/retro fashion, dolls, etc (mostly 1920s), The circusss!! 🎪, Drawing, Angels and demons, Crystals, MLP,

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As I said above my blog is Sfw only there for ill only take sfw requests!

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Any fandoms that aren't problematic.

Anything Non problematic in general.

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Hazbin Hotel

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Nsfw and anything related..

Real people (like for paci edits and such)

Anything related to my Dni

Fanfics (not good at doing fanfics :<)

Headcanons (sorry I'm not very good at this either :(...)

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Genshin

Reverse1999

Steven Universe

Fnaf

Cookie run kingdom

Lackadaisy

Danganronpa

Animal crossing

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-Xilonen bedtime moodbaord (not request but has been planned to be made)

[ms-mack-reblogs]

Bro i lowkey feel like making Cowboy's Bandit au into a fic as well LIKE I WANNA WRITE OUT THESE SCENES AS MY BODY WONT LET ME DRAW STUFF SOMETIMES CRIES.

Also imagine what if Max pulled out his gun on Sam or shoot him due to instinct but never meant too….

If its near the fallout… Sam starts getting angrier and more upset getting closer to him cursing him out Max kinda felt scared so he pulled out his gun. He was SURPRISED and felt disappointed in himself, looked at his gun in shock, why would he hurt someone he care about so much. Sam was scared stepping back, now he thought Max was gonna shoot him or his family if they ever did caught him. He was even more hurt then before just pleading him to leave and dont hurt him. Max was trying to apologize and saying he wasnt going to do anything but as he stepped closer to him, Sam stepped back in fear. He dropped his gun and began to tear up. He truly was broken, trying to hide his tears he apologizes over and over while running way. Sam looked down at his gun… "Would he… hurt me?"

Now its likes Sam be reaching out to him instead out of just maybe he should fix this he sees that Max actually does care about him and his family. but what did he pulled it out like it was an instinct coded into him... In a fic like manner below:

Riddy shows him where Max has been all this time. He watches him argue with himself tearing up. Blames himself for everything. "Kl -- Max?..", Sam called remembering to call him by his real name.

The rabbits ears perked up as he stopped talking. It sounded familiar but he knew it wasnt his sister then who... wait. He quickly turned around, "Sammy?.. What are ya- No leave I- I- dont wanna hurt you please."

"…. I know ya aint going to.", he look at him softly not like the fear in his fear eyes like before.

"I pulled mah gun on you Sam. Imma danger to you. Im sorry I just-", he looks away in shame as hIs eyes try not to pour down even more.

"I know why ya did it. and… stole from us…"

"…. I've broken your trust Sammy, im no better than people" "Just… escape me while ya can… i dont wanna lose ya either please.", curls up in a corner.

"….", he stands there with him in silence. He missed him too much to leave but what could he do.

[nowhereisnearmyhome]

The Cowboy by James Tate

source and transcript under the cut

Someone had spread an elaborate rumor about me, that I was in possession of an extraterrestrial being, and I thought I knew who it was. It was Roger Lawson. Roger was a practical joker of the worst sort, and up till now I had not been one of his victims, so I kind of knew my time had come. People parked in front of my house for hours and took pictures. I had to draw all my blinds and only went out when I had to. Then there was a barrage of questions. “What does he look like?” “What do you feed him?” “How did you capture him?” And I simple denied the presence of an extraterrestrial in my house. And, of course, this excited them all the more. The press showed up and started creeping around my yard. It got to be very irritating. More and more came and parked up and down the street. Roger was working overtime on this one. I had to do something. Finally, I made an announcement. I said, “The little fellow died peacefully in his sleep at 11:02 last night.” “Let us see the body,” they clamored. “He went up in smoke instantly,” I said. “I don’t believe you,” one of them said. “There is no body in the house or I would have buried it myself,” I said. About half of them got in their cars and drove off. The rest of them kept their vigil, but more solemnly now. I went out and bought some groceries. When I came back about an hour later another half of them had gone. When I went into the kitchen I nearly dropped the groceries. There was a nearly transparent fellow with large pink eyes standing about three feet tall. “Why did you tell them I was dead? That was a lie,” he said. “You speak English,” I said. “I listen to the radio. It wasn’t very hard to learn. Also we have television. We get all your channels. I like cowboys, especially John Ford movies. They’re the best,” he said. “What am I going to do with you?” I said. “Take me to meet a real cowboy. That would make me happy,” he said. “I  don’t know any real cowboys, but maybe we could find one. But people will go crazy if they see you. We’d have press following us everywhere. It would be the story of a century,” I said. “I can be invisible. It’s not hard for me to do,” he said. “I’ll think about it. Wyoming or Montana would be our best bet, but they’re a long way from here,” I said. “Please, I won’t cause you any trouble,” he said. “It would take some planning,” I said. I put the groceries down and started putting them away. I tried not to think of the cosmic meaning of all this. Instead, I treated him like a smart little kid. “Do you have any sarsaparilla?” he said. “No, but I have some orange juice. It’s good for you,” I said. He drank it and made a face. “I’m going to get the maps out,” I said. “We’ll see how we could get there.” When I came back he was dancing on the kitchen table, a sort of ballet, but very sad. “I have the maps,” I said. “We won’t need them. I just received word. I’m going to die tonight. It’s really a joyous occasion, and I hope you’ll help me celebrate by watching The Magnificent Seven,” he said. I stood there with the maps in my hand. I felt an unbearable sadness come over me. “Why must you die?” I said. “Father decides these things. It is probably my reward for coming here safely and meeting you,” he said. “But I was going to take you to meet a real cowboy,” I said. “Let’s pretend you are my cowboy,” he said.

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ִ ࣪𖤐My Enclosure࣪𖤐ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ִ

Hello :) For the sake of this blog you can call me Bones or Carrion, or honestly anything that's just what i could come up with. This is my Non-Human blog and there will be more info under the cut :)

As I said this is my non-human blog!! However I will be posting more than just non-human related things. Please don't refer to me as human, and I use he/him pronouns :). I also have a partner!! My DMs are also open if you would like to chat!! (18+ only though for dms thank you :))

My non-human identities are as followed:

࣪𖤐 Lycanthrope

࣪𖤐 Werecreature

࣪𖤐 Wolf

࣪𖤐 Dogkin

࣪𖤐 Irish wolfhound Therian :)

tagging system (in the works)

#rambling inside the enclosure (my personal ramlbling tag)

#bloody fangs (nsfw tag MINORS BLOCK THIS NOW)

#clawing at paper (drawings or other art)

I do not wish to debate any kind of identities whether that is my own or someone else's, my time can be spent worrying on other things and i'd rather not waste my energy on discourse.

I am diagnosed with autism, OCD, c-PTSD, Prolonged psychosis and manic and depressive episodes, and other symptoms like dissociation and derealization that don't fit into a disorder. I am suspected to have schizoaffective by my therapist and psychiatrist, but we have not gone through the diagnostic process. I am also recovered from anorexia, do not interact if you are pro ED or sh, or if you are anti recovery. With all that said, I will talk about my experiences, and I will sometimes need extra clarification or tone tags, I might not always be articulate but I will try my best :)).

I am also physically disabled. I have been disabled my whole life, most of my family is disabled, so any ableism will either be called out or blocked.

Uh more about me, I was doner conceived (egg), and I am very very passionate about doner conceived rights for everyone, and I probably will talk a bit about that. I have a lot of weird genetic and like other shit that i don't really want to get into but that's something about me. I'm very queer, I'm trans, I am taken by my lovely partner <3 I love posting about them and stuff like that. I love to draw, even if i'm not super consistent with it. I love painting as well. I love punk music, and folk music a lot. I go to a lot of local shows in my area, and i love my community. I love cowboys and cowboy culture considering that a whole part of my family are modern day cowboys (ranchers and rodeo cowboys, plus some livestock farming). I'm very into wolf conservation and ecology, as well as studying wolf behavior and social patterns, and pack systems ect. I will probably be going back to the wolf sanctuary I visited last fall but i've been meaning to find one close to where i live where i can volunteer. I also have a lot of strong opinions about a lot of different things.

I will post about my opinion on things, my personal experiences, Mood boards, Cute wolf and other animal photos, and probably other random stuff too.

My DNI is not suuuper strict, Just absolutely no bigotry, No racism, Queerphobia, Islamophobia, Intersexism, anti-semitism, pro israel, ect. I am pro Palestine and I am pro Palestinian resistance and liberation always. Any bigotry or dog whistles will be blocked. I also don't want people coming on here with anything like "humans deserve to die" or "humans are the cause of everything bad so they deserve to cease to exist" Yall that so quickly turns bigoted and I will not stand for that, I will not allow stuff like that that can so quickly become eugenics or other beliefs like that to fester on my page.

Please don't flirt with me even as a joke, or make sexual jokes or comments to me personally, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

With that as well, Minors can like and repost things, I do not want any minors messaging me, it makes me uncomfortable, While this blog is not an nsfw blog, I will curse and I will talk about things that are more mature in nature things like my experiences with trauma and mental health, and other things that might not be the most appropriate for a minor to look at in detail, Please keep yourself safe, and don't follow if you are only looking for cute wolf content, because i might post some cute wolf photos but i'm also an individual who talks about my own personal experiences and other shit.

I will block if I feel necessary, it might not be anything personal to you.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy the blog :)

[catsburgers]

chat this MIGHT be dialtown! (closeups under the cut!! ft. their songs and why i paired them w/ the ones i did)

randy - today today (jack stauber)

the lyrics fit him heaps and it actually makes me a little sad. i didn't write out the entire verse bc i ran out of space but the full part is

"Today, today, is one of those days That carries you slowly into next time And as folks walk by, you see with your eye "Hold me" is repeatedly given

and by GOD is that him. pathetic sad sopping wet man who just needs a hug please give him one oh my god

norm - chemical overreaction (will wood) (you'll notice a pattern later on)

that song has a very midwest cowboy feel to me (the line "Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest" is a very big give away), and yeah he IS a chemical overreaction like.. yeah. the line i picked was just the one that stood out to me the most

"My mouth is dry and my eyes are red I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the desert’s in my head" uhh yeah

typegingi - popipo (lamaze-p)

i honestly couldn't think of a song for them because they are just So. if you asked me to make a playlist it would be full of vocaloid bc i feel like theyd listen to it. it plays 24/7 in their mind

"ぽっぴぽっぴぽっぽっぴっぽ (x11)"

oliver - things to do (alex g)

oliver was someone i struggled with admittedly, i was gonna go for a lemon demon song bc honestly he gives those freak vibes (he IS two trucks and i stand by that) but i feel like things to do fits too. like read the lyrics its so him (or i have a very skewed view of these characters idk sorry)

"Hold on tight to this time, this place cause Everything you know will be erased You were born inside your head and That is where you'll be when you are dead"

karen - willard! (will wood)

please listen to willard! its so her pretty please pls pls plssss. tired bank worker thats so so tired but wants to see the world. plss...

"You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend I'm not the type to step on ants I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps More for the plights of mice than men See, I myself have been stepped on so many times It's started to feel like my place I've failed to fit in into those nests that scrape the sky Is there room for me in your cage?"

bigfoot

i did his route over a year ago and didnt do it again during my replay sorry bigfoot fans love you :(

EXPLODES I LOVE EXPLAINING THESE

god/hobo - mr capgras

ITS HIM. LIKE IDKK ITS SAUR HIM.

"What you feel and what you do Are those things really you? And if not, then what is? (Never never never) So, my God, what’s wrong with you? And I’m still asking who that is"

roger - i bet on losing dogs (mitski)

hes so mitski coded its insane. we havent got much from the dialtown teaser but we DO have his dsaf personality to go off, and he was a complete mess in that.

"I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place By the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side"

peter - a pearl (mitski)

all dsaf holdovers are mitski coded bc it was born into their body the moment they became a phone guy. once again not much to go off in dialtown and ik he seemed rlly chill in what interaction we had but god he is my fav and you can pry my mitski from my cold dead hands. also yeah i reused his art from my dsaf drawing sorrry i didnt think it was worth it redoing the exact same ref

"It's just that I fell in love with a war Nobody told me it ended And it left a pearl in my head And I roll it around every night"

mayor mingus - everything i wanted (billie eilish) / laplace's angel (will wood)

ok i couldnt pick between these two, theyre so different but so similar

everything i wanted is rlly her, like even the title is so mingus. she's dialtowns mayor, she has everything she wants, except her grandfathers recognition and she'll never get it.

"They called me weak Like I'm not just somebody's daughter Coulda been a nightmare But it felt like they were right there And it feels like yesterday was a year ago But I don't wanna let anybody know"

laplace angel is also her to a lesser degree, the song is about the difference between good and bad, and UGH we know mingus is evil but she's also hurting and thats not an excuse and [explodes]. the little (hurt people? hurt people!) that's officially in the song title is also her. like the term "hurt people hurt people" arehghks. the repeated "if you were in my shoes, you'd walk that mile/you'd see i wear the same size as you" like. shit if ppl were in her shoes WOULD they do the same thing?? probably not!! but she feels like she HAS to do these things and assumes that everyone else would do it too. yk. i love mayor mingus so much

"You, could you take a look at me? (Man no more than animal is made of moral chemicals) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (Any form mechanical, thank you God) Ooh, whatever you think of me (From the hordes of cannibals, to psych wards of hospitals) If you were in my shoes, you’d see I wear the same size as you (It’s a small world after all) Oh oh right!"

billy - ???

demons dont get songs.

finally

jerry - half decade hangover (will wood)

hes sooo. even the title is him. like yeah he WOULD be hungover on the job if i was jerry id be pounding vodka by the litre. 12 german shepards each with different illnesses. yeah pass me the margarita (i have never had an alcoholic beverage in my life).

"Wonder how I didn’t die This is not my life, I’m no survivor, I only happened to survive Wonder how I sleep at night Well I count pink elephants, blessings, and skeletons"

if you read to the end, thank u so much (and please go seek therapy). if you have any other song suggests lmk in the replies!! but dont tell me songs wont fit i MIGHT cry. these designs r mostly canon but i added my own flair to them (namely typegingis entire design, god/hobo having dog ear antenna (inspired by my own dt oc having cat ear antenna), peters springlock scars, mingus being way more cat then orignally and also making rogers suit just a LITTLE too big for him, showing how he really isnt fit for this position in his job. he'll grow into it eventually <3)

[starsandgutters]

wip wednesday: kevin!cowboy x aaron!doctor..... please?

I think you may have me confused for someone else, because I’ve never written anything like this 😃 definitely not one of my WIPs hahaha

Coincidentally though, I am skipping WIP Wednesday this week to do flash fic requests instead - so I did write you a little something 😌

I don’t really engage with anything Western themed & I don’t really write in historical settings, so just ignore any historical inaccuracies, mmmkaythanksx

CWs: Lot of blood mentions & probably dodgy medicine practices lmao Implied racism 😔 and background colonialism

Aaron sees Kevin ride up from the window of his practice and knows immediately something is wrong. Kevin usually has great posture on his horse. When he rides, it is like they become one creature, moving together with grace and understanding, set always to the same purpose. Right now he’s slumped down against Xanthus’ back, one arm looped around his neck. Aaron can’t see the other one as it’s on the side of the horse facing away from him. He gets to his feet and is out the door before Kevin even reaches him.

“What happened?” Aaron’s eyes skim over Kevin. He’s soaked with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, his breathing weak and shaky. 

“Got shot,” Kevin says, and Aaron feels like all the blood has just drained out of his own body. Somehow, despite Kevin having over a foot on him, Aaron manages to get him off the horse and haul him into his practice. “Xanthus.”

“He won’t go anywhere without you.”

“Might. Needs tied.”

“Oh for fuck sake.” Aaron leaves Kevin to slump down into a chair and jogs back out to the horse. Xanthus is a tall and prideful creature, and he is distrustful of most people who are not Kevin, but he had taken a liking to Aaron relatively quickly. Kevin had hated this to start with, but eventually he noted that Xanthus had just been ahead of him in that. Fuckin’ sap. Aaron holds his hand out and the horse steps closer. He takes the reins and ties him up against the post outside. Usually he’d take more time to make sure he’s comfortable, but Kevin may be currently bleeding out on Aaron’s floor, so he takes priority right now.

“Can you get up on the table?”

“Dunno. Head spinning.”

“Yeah, fuckin’ wonder why, dipshit. Were you duelling again? I told you that would end badly.”

“No. Bandits. Attacking Finn’s settlement. Wanted to scare them off. Got me though.”

Aaron softens at that. It’s not often Kevin gets involved in other people's business, so for him to step in as someone’s defence is a bold move indeed. While most people in the town are distrustful of the Natives - an attitude Aaron finds ironic, considering they’re the ones encroaching on their land - Aaron has fostered a solid relationship with them. They have the best herbs and medicinal plants, and they know cures and practices that he didn’t learn in his studies. In return he trades them different foodstuffs, medicine, or supplies from stores in town. Finn is the one he interacts with the most, and Aaron would be devastated if anything happened to them.

He’ll be more devastated if Kevin dies though. 

“Let’s try. Get this shirt off first. Kevin. Can you move your arms? I’ll have to cut it off otherwise.”

“Do it. Ruined anyway.” Kevin moves his hand, and Aaron can see the hole in the shirt, the blood still coming steadily, but sticking Kevin’s shirt to his skin where some of it has started to dry out. Aaron doesn’t have time. He slices the buttons open and slides it off one of Kevin’s arms, then down the other. He tries to pry it away from the wound as gently as possible, but Kevin still hisses in pain.

“This is going to fuckin’ suck,” Aaron says. He leaves Kevin to retrieve a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. “Take a good long drink of that.”

Aaron has to hold it to his lips, but Kevin doesn’t need told twice. He gulps at the bottle, brow furrowing and nose scrunching up. Aaron draws it back when he thinks Kevin has had enough, ignoring his whine of protest. 

“Table. C’mon.” Once again Aaron heaves Kevin up. This time it is all bare skin pressed to him, but Aaron is too focused to be distracted by that right now. Kevin is always so warm, but his skin feels clammy beneath Aaron’s touch. It’s not a good sign. With some struggle from both of them, he manages to get Kevin lying on his table. Kevin’s been putting pressure on the wound again, but Aaron eases his hand away. 

“Bullets still lodged in there. Probably a good thing, it’s been stifling the blood flow. You’d probably have bled out by now if it were just an open wound.”

“Might still.”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re not allowed to die on me, y’hear? Don’t even fuckin’ think of it.”

“Kiss me. In case I do.”

“You’re not going to.”

“Kiss me anyway.”

Aaron doesn’t really have time to indulge Kevin, but there’s a bone deep terror running through him that he might lose him. Even if he gets the bullet out and wound stitched, it’ll be susceptible to infection for weeks, and trying to keep Kevin in bed resting is a nightmare. He has no regard for his wounds once they’re no longer an active threat to him. If something does happen, Aaron will forever feel like an asshole for not serving his final wish, so he leans down over him.

Kevin’s hand lifts to Aaron’s cheek as their lips slot together. His fingers are trembling. Even his lips feel cold, weak beneath Aaron’s, no real pressure on Kevin’s side of the kiss. Aaron lets it linger sweetly for a few moments, then he draws away. He pushes Kevin’s hair back from his forehead and drops a quick kiss there before focusing back in on the task at hand. 

Kevin has an impressively high pain tolerance, but there’s no delicate way to remove a bullet from inside someone without a fuck load of pain. Kevin screams. Hoarse and desperate, trying to muffle it ineffectually against his forearm. Aaron is not used to him expressing pain so evidently. It makes him ache to his core, but he has no room for sympathy. Tenderness will not save Kevin right now. Efficiency and speed will. Finally he pulls the bullet free of the skin, dropping it aside. He applies more pressure to the wound until the fresh flow of blood slows again, and then he goes about stitching Kevin up.

“Motherfucker.”

“This is the last bit. Just gotta finish stitching you up and I’m done.”

Kevin whimpers pitifully, tilting his head away from Aaron, only to immediately turn back. He can’t hold his eyes fully open, but he keeps forcing them partially open so he can watch Aaron. Not what he’s doing, but Aaron himself, eyes set on his face. Aaron clenches his teeth and does not take his eyes off his stitching until he’s done. 

“You’re staying here until I’m happy you’re healing.”

“It’s hardly gonna do favours to your business if folks find you harbouring a wanted man.”

“You can stay in my room. Not the patient room.”

“If I had known getting shot was all it takes to get in your bed, I’d have done it months ago.”

Aaron glares at Kevin, unimpressed. 

“You’re downstairs for tonight though. I don’t think I’d get you upstairs in this state.”

“You’ll stay with me?”

“Yeah, Kev. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

This is not technically true. Once Aaron has Kevin cleaned off, glaring at his suggestive comments about sponge baths, and settled into the patient bed, he has to go find somewhere more comfortable and inconspicuous for Xanthus. It takes Aaron some effort to mount him due to the sheer height, but he rides him out to Nicky and Erik’s ranch. He brings Hippocrates along in tow, so he can get back to Kevin as quickly as possible. Andrew is sitting on the porch smoking. The only shift of his expression when he sees Aaron on such a beast of a horse is to raise his eyebrows.

“I need you to keep this horse for a while, I don’t know how long yet, and don’t let anyone see him.”

Andrew’s brows stay raised. He tilts his head fractionally to the left. He looks at the blood on Aaron’s clothes. Kevin’s blood. He left in such a rush he didn’t even realise it was staining him. Aaron lets a touch of pleading soak into his tone: “Andrew.”

“You’ll explain?”

“Eventually.”

Aaron dismounts Xanthus at the stables, pressing his forehead against the front of his snout. Xanthus whinnies, his tail flicking, agitated.

“I know. I’m going to take care of him, but you have to stay here for a while. My brother will make sure you’re okay.” Aaron pats the side of Xanthus’ face as he turns to look at Andrew. “He can be a bit difficult. He’s a biter and a kicker sometimes, but be gentle with him. He’s just wary.”

Andrew nods, eyes sliding across to the horse. Xanthus looks back at him, but when Aaron moves, he gives another whinny and tries to follow.

“No. You have to stay.” Aaron pats him again, then quickly makes his way out to Hippocrates. His horse is smaller, and much easier for him to climb up onto. He looks back at Andrew, giving him a nod of appreciation. Andrew raises two fingers to his forehead, giving Aaron a lazy salute. Aaron prompts Hippocrates forward, building speed until he is cantering back. 

He quickly gets Hippocrates settled in the small stable at the back of his practice, giving him fresh water and rewarding him with an apple. His first stop once he enters the building is to wash his hands thoroughly, not wanting to risk Kevin getting an infection. Kevin’s asleep when Aaron enters the room, but it’s a fitful rest, his head turning as he mumbles incoherent nonsense. He’s still coated in a cold sweat. When Aaron draws the blanket down to look at his wound, he starts awake.

“It’s just me. No abrupt movements. You don’t want to pull on your stitches.” Aaron tops up the salve he had layered over the wound. It will hopefully help ward off any infections. That’s Aaron’s biggest concern now. He washes his hands again when he’s done, then fixes the blanket over Kevin. Kevin takes a hold of his wrist.

“Stay now?”

Aaron nods. He fills a glass with water and props Kevin’s head up on his arm, holding the glass to his mouth to help him drink. He presses a hand to Kevin’s damp forehead, frowning. Kevin is shivering. Aaron starts to remove his clothes. 

“As big a fan as I am of this development, not sure I’m up for much tonight.”

“Shut up. You’re cold. Body heat is the most effective way to warm you up.” Aaron slips into the bed on the opposite side from Kevin’s wound. He eases himself down gently, trying not to jostle Kevin or take up too much space. Kevin takes no such care, immediately turning towards Aaron, hissing even as he moves as it pulls on his stitches.

“Dumbass. I told you to stay put.” Aaron slides his arm under Kevin’s neck. His other hand rubs over Kevin’s bicep. Kevin is looking at him with a softer expression than Aaron is used to seeing on his face. He must be bleary from the bloodloss. He presses forward, and Aaron moves to meet him in a gentle kiss. Kevin sighs against his mouth. Aaron guides his head down to his shoulder, running his fingers through Kevin’s hair. 

“Thank you for saving me, Doctor Minyard.”

“Kind of my job,” Aaron says, though they both know there are plenty of doctors who would then Kevin away, or leave him to bleed out so they can claim the bounty on his head. Dead or alive. Easier to hand in a dead man. Aaron tightens his hold around Kevin at the thought. “Remember you’re not allowed to die.”

“It would take more than a bullet to keep me from you,” Kevin whispers, and presses a kiss over Aaron’s heart. 

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖘

Billy burn x gender neutral reader

There has been lately a Billy fever on tumblr and I’ll take the opportunity to post this little though that came to my mind a week ago ｡^‿^｡ Thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my Derek danforth fic, I really appreciate it.

Summary: Billy has taken his revenge on Melinda and escaped safely the gas station before it could explode, but he wasn’t expecting the police to be there shortly after the explosion. Now behind the bars of a police station all he can do is hope for your help.

You can also read this on wattpad or ao3

Warnings: gender neutral reader (let me know if I missed something). English is not my first language so apologies for bad grammar. Reader and Billy are engaged. Make out. Angst with happy ending. Pretending to argue. Badass reader

Words count: 1621 words

The room of the police station was cold and neon-lit. With your eyes swollen from crying, you sat in front of the policeman. His heart sank as he tried to find the right words.

“You were the only person he said he wanted to be here. He has been arrested for attempted robbery at a gas station. What’s your relationship with the criminal?”

“He's my husband. They arrested him for attempted robbery? I can't believe it.”

“Calm down, please. This is the first time that he has been arrested?”

“No” you sobbed with a tissue covering your mouth. “He promised me that it would have been the last time he would do something illegal”

The deputy took notes, his face serious.

“What exactly happened? How was he involved? Did he hurt someone?”

“We are still investigating the matter, your husband still hasn’t talked to me and all we have is just a gas station completely on fire and two carbonized corpses. We will do everything we can to find out the truth.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes from the tears that kept spilling from your eyes.

The deputy passed a hand over his shapid beard. He had seen so many similar stories, young lives destroyed by drugs and crime. But you looked different. Your eyes were full of innocence and hope, and his pale face was marked with sadness.

“I understand it’s hard to accept,” He said. “But we have to do our job. Billy will be tried and will have a chance to defend himself. In the meantime, we will try to find out if there are other people involved.”

You stood up, your legs wobbly. “Can I see him? Can I talk to him?”

The deputy nodded. “Yes, of course. He is in the detention cell. Don’t stand too close to the bars.” Was all he said before going back to his computer.

Deputy Colone is hunched over his desk, doing what he hates most, filling out reports. All his colleagues out while he was forced to stay here to fill out paperwork. He glances up at Billy, then over at you. Satisfied, he returns to his shitwork.

Seated across the room, you appears to be idly sketching something on a large pad present on the desk.

Billy sits on his jail’s cot, head in hands, hopeless.

He waves for your attention.

You looks up at the deputy, still writing on the desk, then over at Billy.

“You’re not gonna pay the bail?” He whispered with a hint of impatience, his right leg bouncing up and down as he kept stealing glances at the deputy.

“So you can do another impulsive act and get caught again?”

The little control he has over his anger is already running out.

Billy gets up off his cot, pacing back and forth inside the small cage stressed over your behavior. He eyes the deputy, then you. You flips a page over, and starts to really write.

“What are ya drawin’?”

The deputy looks up, irritated by the noise and by how he kept treating you.

Billy grabs the cell bars and lean against them.

“Hey, pipe down, cowboy”

“I was just curious about what they were drawing”

You holds it up for Billy to see.

“There. Happy now?”

You throws the sketch pad at him, crossing your arms while looking down at the floor. It bounces off the bars.

He reaches down, grabs it, and pulls it into his cell.

You stands up defiantly as he read everything. Wrath more and more visible all over his face.

“Okay, give it back to me” you extended your hand impatiently.

“Why you wanna sell your engagement ring?” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“Simple, I can’t stand you anymore! This is the umpteenth time you do things behind my back and make trouble. This time it was for an attempted robbery. And you know what? I’m so done with your bullshit”

“So you just wanna leave everything behind you? Sell the wedding ring?”

“Why do you even give that much importance to it? Billy, it’s just a piece of metal with a diamond that you stole! I don’t want to be associated with all of this anymore!”

He squeezed his fists, trying not to completely explode with anger, refusing to speak with you.

You stood up from your seat and approached him, taking the shining and beautiful ring he choose only for you. “And what does it represent now? A man who can’t keep himself out of trouble? I don’t want to be tied to you this way anymore. When there’s always a chance that I could find you dead because you messed with the wrong people in search of money. I want to sell that faith and use the money to start over”

“Okay fine. Do as you fucking wish” he took the piece of metal around his own finger. “Come and get it, so I won’t see your face ever again.” His raised a fist and crashed it agaist the bar. “But remember that it’s not just a piece of metal. It’s a fucking symbol of what we were and what we could be, but you’re too much of a fucking idiot to realize that” It’s a cry of anger the one he unleashed, lacerating and wild, hovering in the air, like a swooping hawk.

The deputy is really getting pissed at the constant shouting.

“Bastard, if you don’t stop yellin-“ he stood up from his seat.

You were already in front of the cell. you reaches through the bars for the ring.

“Finally you made a good decision in your life. Give it to me, idiot”

He grabs your arm, pulls you to the bars, and starts kissing you passionately. The more you struggles, the tighter he envelops you.

Your eyes close, and your lips never separate. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and the world around you two fades. You gets lost in Billy’s kisses, and your heart beats hard in your chest. It’s like time stands still, and all that matters is that connection between the two of you. Your lips only separate for a moment to catch a quick breath, only to come back together with even more desire.

The deputy races across the room. Awkwardly, he grapples to separate you two. He rudely detach Billy’s hand from your waist before shoving him away.

Your hand secretly reaches down and pulls the gun from the deputy’s holster.

As he turns to face you, a red laser dot appears on the tip of his nose.

He is shocked.

“Let him out of there.”

You point the laser-scoped revolver right at him. You definitely means business. All the innocence that you previously had now vanished, replaced by a smirk he saw on many criminals’ faces.

The suddenness of the betrayal hits like a physical blow.

Even the most beautiful roses have thorns.

Bully chuckles in disbelief from behind him.

“Hey, don’t clown around with th-“ the deputy tries to take back control of the situation but the click of the security being removed silenced him. Fear grips his chest.

You did just as your lovely husband has taught you, and kept holding the gun dead-steady.

“I ain’t the one with the funny red nose. Now open the cell and exchange places with him” .you put your finger on the trigger. “Now”

Billy had a huge grin of satisfaction on his face, enjoying this too deeply

that’s my good boy

“Better do as they says, ‘cause wherever the red dot goes, a bullet is sure to follow.”

The deputy reluctantly removes his keys and turns toward Billy.

The rusty door opens, creaking loudly as it is set to 90 degrees, enough to allow Billy out. A cocky grin on his face as he steps outside and shoved the useless deputy inside but not before confiscating his radio.

You lowered the gun and went back towards the office to delete all the files that the deputy has written about the arrest of your husband, the computer still open. You tore apart the reports and heard the satisfying sound of paper behind disintegrate and deleted all the recording made by the cameras in the last 24 hours.

A small yell of surprise came from your lips as you were lifted from the ground and landed on the desk in front of you, the culprit had already his arms around you and 2 new guns on both of his sides as he stared lustily at you mouth.

“You never stop surprising me” your foreheads were touching and you felt his warm breath on your face.

“I’ve always been a fan of masks” You replied breathlessly, caressing the side of his cheek and feeling the pungent feeling of his stubble under your touch.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as Billy leaned in close, lips brushing together. His lips mashed against yours, as if trying to flatten and destroy your mouth. You hungrily pushed back, your mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his stubble scratched against your cheeks. He worked his mouth against yours, your tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

“Quick now. Let’s run away in another state” you lightly pushed him away, ignoring his small whine as you jumped back on your feet and went towards the exit of this stupid police office.

He checked you out with a smirk as he followed behind you, a plan of how he could show his gratitude to you already in his mind.

Note: hope you liked this as much as I had fun writing everything <3

[metalgearstranding]

Some random thoughts about Ocelot, forcefeminization and sexual headcanons

I keep thinking about that anon message I saw, and I just wanted to talk about a couple things...

First, the whole forcefem/humiliation by default thing is obviously bullshit. Someone COULD draw a character in lingerie with that kink in mind, but not all fanarts of male characters wearing feminine clothes are automatically meant to humiliate the character. I love men in lingerie, I find it hot, sexy, aesthetically pleasing, there isn't an aspect of humiliation or mockery in that at all for me. The argument that because Ocelot "never expressed interest in dressing like a woman" in canon automatically makes it humiliating is ridiculous. The guy isn't real, he doesn't give a fuck. You can't hurt a character's feelings or ego.

Second: "at no point does the character express interest in dressing like a woman". I'm usually a stickler for canon, because I love having a strong foundation to rely on. Unless the creator is there to answer every question from fans about every little details, developing headcanons to fill in blanks is not only necessary but it's just fucking fun. Fans will butt heads about which headcanons make sense or not of course. If enough fans agree, and generally if the headcanon is rooted enough in canon to be believable it will reach fanon status. I don't know if you ever disagreed with a widely accepted fanon but it sucks lol

When it comes to headcanons, sex is such a huge grey area. The canon might be specific about a character's tastes in bed, but usually, this is unknown territory. I find trying to root sexual headcanons in canon a fun but frustrating exercise. Sexuality is impossibly complicated, there are so many tiny factors that can influence your tastes and inclinations, and it's not based in logic at all. Most people can't explain why some things turn them on and why others leave them cold.

If you look at the people you know very well, unless they talk about it or openly wear kink gear, there's no way to know what they're into. It's the same thing for characters. You can know everything about a character, but you can never know for sure what they'd be into behind closed doors.

Let's take Ocelot as an example since this was about him. Ocelot presents in a masculine way. I theorized a couple times in the past that some of it could be forced and artificial. He went from soft spoken, Russian twunk to full on American cowboy with a drawl (and then later losing the drawl lol). And you can explain that from reasons outside the narrative of course, but it's not hard to imagine he'd intentionally and easily mold himself into his cowboy persona considering a) he loves the cowboy aesthetic and b) his job revolves (ha) around pretending to be something he's not.

In-universe, I'm sure he has his reasons to do that, and I can't know for sure why. Maybe he just really wants to be a cowboy because he thinks they're cool. Maybe part of it he's him trying to emulate Snake, or even someone else he met before, or a fictional character. Maybe he was bullied when he was in his early teenage years because he looked feminine and he compensated the other way.

IRL, masculine presenting men who like to wear feminine clothing for kink reason are legion, and they don't exactly broadcast that information to everybody else. Take any gym queen you meet in the street, he could be wearing a lacy g-string and you'd never suspect a thing lol So knowing that, I don't see any reason why Ocelot couldn't take pleasure in wearing a dress. Maybe he'd like how soft it is in contrast to the clothes he usually wears. Maybe he'd do it to turn on someone else who's into it. Maybe he'd try to reclaim his feminine side after being bullied. Maybe he'd just think he can fucking rock it, I don't know.

It's the same think for the sadistic aspect of him. He's got this interrogation fetish, so it would make sense that in bed he'd be a sadistic top, right? But what if he's got enough of that in his day job, and like a powerful businessman who runs to a dominatrix when the sun goes down he'd rather be spanked and fucked stupid until he forgets his own name?

I was a strict "this character doms and tops, this character subs and bottoms" person when I was younger. Now that I'm older, that I know a lot more about sex and psychology and gender and roles and how it all works together, I don't do that anymore. I have my preferences of course -and so do people in real life when it comes to actual sex- but once you realize how truly fluid and complicated sexuality is, characters you thought you had all figured out can become a lot more interesting to explore.

I don't think the anon's problem was really that the OP didn't tag, or that a character was misrepresented or whatever. I think the fanart probs just triggered their ick and that's it. Fans tend to try to disguise their icks behind moral or narrative justifications. I think we all do it subconsciously, and it can be hard to realize when you're doing it, and even harder to say "no, it's valid, I just don't like it". I mean, you don't even have to do that. Just don't go into other people's inbox to bitch unless they're inviting criticism, that's the bare minimum.