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[funky-goblin-times]

hey hows it goin

Jdhskdbsks hiiii I'm being forced to write a political history paper rnnn :,)))

[screechingfromthevoid]

I made myself mad thinking about Dorian and Cyrus again.

Do you think Cyrus knew? Do you think Cyrus knew that Dorian was in love with Orym? Because I don't think so.

I'll back up because there's a reason why this pisses me off.

Dorian and Cyrus were never super close. They'd beat the shit out of each other and then, what? Pretended like it didn't happen? Dorian has no positive things to say about his brother. Not even when he's compelled to help him.

Then Dorian, being the good and loyal brother that he is, helps Cyrus out. (After Cyrus ruins his life) They go on to travel together for months. In close quarters. This is probably the longest they've ever spent together.

And at the end of it Dorian says "I've known him my whole life. He's always been there. Now that he's gone, I can't imagine what he would want me to do."

Which means in all this time. In running for their lives together. They never got closer. They never truly got to know each other. Cyrus spent his entire life not knowing his brother for who he really was.

Part of that is on Dorian for not opening up to his brother. But can you blame him if his brother never made him feel like he could? I've already gone on about how Cyrus doesn't change throughout his time abroad.

So if Cyrus has not changed. He has not learned a lesson. Why in all the realms would Dorian tell his brother about himself? Dorian has been Brontë since the ball episode. Dorian slipped back into that role for the ball and could not come out (AH) until his brother was dead.

Because Cyrus never showed the capacity to accept Dorian for who he was. (Again i don't think it's fully just homophobia.) Dorian has always felt the need to hide who he was from his family. He always made himself small, because it was never about him. It was about Cyrus. The heir. Dorian shrunk himself and compartmentalized and put on an act all his life.

And his brother never noticed. His brother never asked why he felt the need to change his name. His brother never decided that as the older one, he should be the one taking care of Dorian. His brother never did anything to be a fucking leader like he was born to be.

SO it pisses me off that Cyrus didn't know that Dorian loves Orym. Because it pisses me off that they never bonded. They never got close. They never got over the way they grew up. Now he's dead and those things will never happen.

And I blame Cyrus for this because he never made the effort to prove to Dorian that he changed. Or that he cares enough about him to not care. Or made him feel safe enough to confide in him.

They're brothers for fucks sake. They should have more than blood that holds them together. But they don't. Because Dorian has been afraid of being who he is in front of his brother his entire life. And Cyrus was too stupid to fucking notice

[hyenabrainedpup]

Time for some fun ;3 debating on if i should use my eggs or not...

[nomairuins]

i am okay tho i just have momeys sometimrs . please do not ever worry abt me guys

[dollwrites]

OMGG YOUR REIGEN SMUT IS LITERALLY SO DELICIOUS LIKE I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE AND DESCRIBE HIM 😭😭

MAY I PLEASE REQUEST A DRABBLE OF REIGEN + FEMALE/GN READER IN A MATING PRESS PLEASE 🙏🏾🙏🏾 I FEEL LIKE THATD BE SO HOT WITH REIGEN

sorry for screaming in your inbox but I NEED HIM SO BAD 💔💔

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. minors dni, dark themes may be present. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

Reigen knew he was fucked.

he’d never actually planned to meet you in person— he liked to talk his big game from the safety and anonymity of the hookup site. he liked to tell you about all the positions he would have you in, how he would ‘pin you to his desk and breed your warm pussy until you were trembling and sore’, but only if he could do it over texts because he knew to look into your eyes and say something like that would be impossible. it might’ve been wrong of him to play pretend, but he couldn’t help it. he became addicted to sexting you; you were one hell of an ego booster, after all, sending all the naughty pictures and videos you did. begging him to fuck you in that soft voice of yours, playing with your pussy for him, no matter when he asked— morning or night.

but he’d never intended this to happen.

he never expected you to actually show up to his office and expect him to make good on all of his dirty promises.

Reigen knew he was so fucked.

“F— fuck, fuck, fuck!” Reigen moans, his eyes, heavily lidded, roll around in his skull as he smears his open mouth around your chest. he nuzzled his face against your flesh when he could hardly think to suck on your nipples anymore, simply allowing his own saliva to mix with the sweat rolling down from his temples, sticking the tips of his blonde tendrils to his forehead. “C—can’t cum anymore, there’s no way I can, nng, cum again…” he chanted under his ragged breath.

it was so low that you barely heard it over the sound of your own, happy moans, or the sound of the desk scraping against the floor in time with his cunt-hungry thrusting. they were the same mindless, and less than tactful, greedy bucking or his hips that had made him cum inside you the first time. the second. the third. but you weren’t finished with him yet, not satisfied by a long shot. both of your hands had slid downward from his shoulders, to his back, and eventually enveloped his rounded ass cheeks, digging your nails in and pushing against him to urge him to fuck you faster. fuck you harder. and, with your legs spread open wide, you gave him even more access to your depths. “Don’t stop yet…” you pant, your head thrown back against a stack of completely forgotten paperwork. “Please don’t stop… fuck me, Reigen!”

he desperately wanted to argue that he already had— the evidence of the last three rounds dribbled out of your pussy each time he bottomed out in you! how could you still want more of him, what if he had no more to give? still, even as his mind knew he was reaching a limit, his body wouldn’t listen. regardless of how overstimulated he was, regardless of the way his cock twitched and ached, regardless of the soreness in his legs and abdomen, he couldn’t stop. not with your cunt so warm and tight, wrapped around him. “No more… I can’t take it anymore…” Reigen pants, but he contradicts his own words when his belt jingles against his thigh as he hooked his knee up on to the corner of the desk. he needed more leverage, otherwise his knees were sure to go weak. grabbing the backs of your knees, he’s able to find a more stable position, kneeling on the desk and mounting you. “Y— your pussy is making me crazy, so soft, so f-fucking tight,” he babbles, tightening his grip on your legs until he could pin you down.”If you don’t stop clenching, I’m gonna cum. P-please, don’t squeeze so much, ugh…!”

but, of course, you couldn’t stop now. not when he was so close to cumming again. your back arches, pushing up to meet his rhythm, taking him balls-deep each time, crying out about how much you needed him to fill you up. your walls flutter around his spasming girth, begging him to give it up. “Cum for me, Reigen!” it was practically an order, but one he couldn’t disobey, even if he wanted to. he cursed under his breath, conceding to your needy request, feeling his self control crumble, and the selfish desire for more pleasure creeping up.

in a more primal and dominant position than he’s ever been before, Reigen can feel his high just around the corner, so he starts to chase it. “I’m cumming,” Reigen gurgled, his face tinted pink and raining sweat and saliva from his open mouth down on to you, but you didn’t mind the shower. “T- take it for me, please! Take it for me!!” the sound of his balls smacking against your ass gets louder as he drills himself downward, fucking you with more reckless abandon now. insecurities out the window, he couldn’t think of anything but filling you with his load.

one.

more.

time.

[poppy-metal]

android!art pls im LOSING IT.

Poor baby doesn’t understand why you reject his sexual advances, and maybe it even starts to make him feel like he’s failing in fulfilling his “purpose” and what he was programmed to do

WAHHHH him literally pleading with you to let him make you feel good. it's a little embarrassing because he can tell your hormone levels are up and only rising when you're around him and your attempts at self pleasure are not leaving you satiated. if you won't use him he sees no reason to even be commissioned - in the end you come to a compromise that you'll let him pleasure you - by allowing you to pleasure him.

he has pleasure recipitors that allow him to feel sensation just as much as a human can - another reason you can't see him as purely an android - and you did always enjoy giving head. this way it won't feel like he's doing a duty - he'll get something out of it. it won't feel like he's a servant and has no autonomy.

art is dismayed at first that you aren't going to let him touch you where you're obviously most needful - but you reassure him you love the sensation of a cock in your mouth, so this will be as much for you as it is for him - he's fulfilling his purpose. he can't argue with that logic so he lets you sink down on your knees even though he feels - feels? - it should be the other way around.

his cock is beautiful. you don't stop to let yourself wonder about how is was specially crafted in a lab to look this way - you treat it like you would any other cock you wanted to get your mouth around. you don't know what you were expecting when you sink your lips around his pink tip - maybe thatd he be cool to the touch - but he's warm. warm and soft and his head is spongy on your tongue - you moan low in your throat as you swirl the pink crown around in your mouth, laving it with sweet licks of your tongue.

art has never felt sensations like this - the wet heat of your mouth automatically sends something like electricity through his balls and thighs - leaving him trembling as you slowly bob your head up and down his length. he realizes this must be what pleasure feels like - warm and syrupy and good. he doesn't need to breathe, and yet he finds his chest moving up and down quicker than normal as he watches your lips slide further down.

he has this - this impulse - something in his hardware maybe, he can't be sure - but he finds his hand moving into your hair, caressing the soft locks. helping to guide you gently back and forth over his cock. he feels your tongue on the underside of his base, licking and lapping at his skin as you swallow around him. a groan slips free from his lips, and your eyes flash up to meet his - he doesn't know what expression he's wearing, but it must excite you - because your work him faster -

"oh." he says, quite suddenly. "oh - I'm-"

he cums. no warning - it just pulses from his balls and empties down your throat before he even has the time to compute what's happening enough to warn you, draw back. his body shakes as you take him all down, to the root - and swallow delicately. you keep sucking in long slow pulls, until the sensation borders on pain and he whimpers, fingers tightening in your hair - and you pull back - his softening cock slipping free from your puffy lips.

he stares down at you. his brain malfunctioning. it must be. because he has no clear thoughts at the moment, no clear directive sending him signals on what he should do and say, how he should react.

to you, he just looks like a guy who got the best head of his life. flushed and awe struck.

you smile - lean up and kiss his slack mouth.

"thank you," you tell him. "I liked that."

he swallows. blinks. his cheeks are pink, and you wonder if it's just from the physical reaction of the blowjob you'd given him or if he's actually feeling shy.

"I -" he stops. starts again. "im glad. p- please let me know when I can assist you again."

he definitely sounds flustered.

"I will."

[inanimateinsanityrsau]

Ahem… Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3!!

Ok- there we go!

HELLO INTERNET! It’s Fan here- though I mean I’m sure you’ve heard of someone as- uh, as cool as me with being on the ever popular show Inanimate Insanity!

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I’ll catch up with you all later! But please go ahead and send any and all asks you’d like! It’s like my own special interview..!

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[thegoober010]

HELLO! PAW PRINT ANON IS BACK!

I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE ONESHOT!!! IM GOING INSANE ITS SO GOOD!!!

I have a bit of a different request this time! (It’s not Mettaton, I know, shocking.)

Could you do some Sans x reader headcanons? Preferably hurt/comfort if thats alright :33

IF IM SENDING TOO MANY REQUESTS PLEASEEE DO SAY SO!! I DONT WANNA OVERWORK YOU!!!

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AAAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT <333!!!

AND ITS TOTALLY FINE PAW PRINT ANON MWEHEHHE DW I LOVE DOING REQUESTS <333!!! AND OMG ITS NOTR METTATON RELATED!!!?!??!? shocking!!! absolutely BAFFLING!!

JKJK LMAO OFC I CAN DO THIS :)!! IT WOULD BE HELPFUL FOR NESXT TIME BTW LIKE WHAT TYPE OF HURT LIKE IF THE READER GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH THEM OR MAYBE THEY NEED COMFORT AFTER A BREAKUP OR IF THEY NEED COMFORT AFTER RELAPSING, AN ED, OR SUM THATD BE HELPFUL FOR NEXT TIME BTW <33!! IMA JUST DO IT THAT THEY HAD A BAD DAY AT WORK TODAY THE READER WORKS AT LIKE GRILBYS OR SUM TEEHEE

SANS X READER HERE WE GOOO 🗣🗣🗣

TW/CW -> None really- Just a depressed reader!

word count -> 1k/1164! I didnt write as much on this post sorry!! im pretty tired rn its 1:15 am where im at rn LMAOOO

"Are you alright?"

Fuck your life, you just came back to the house after a long, grueling, shitty shift. You were so tired you almost collapsed onto the snow before you even made it home. You just wished it was peaceful for once, that you didn't feel burnt out, overwhelmed all the time, you just wanted to sleep and never wake up, maybe then you wouldn't feel so tired. As you opened the door you placed your bag on the couch and made your way to San's room, who was not only your best friend but your boyfriend as well. He always helped you, even though you didn't particularly enjoy talking about your feelings to him especially on nights like this he was always there for you, always making sure you were okay and took care of yourself and had a good rest after these long days. You mumbled to yourself as you opened the door to his room until you realized. "Fuck he's not here." You grumbled. You rubbed your temple as you sat on his bed, you were stressed and you needed him. Why can't he just be there for you? Why does he always have to be off somewhere else and then appear late whenever you need him. It pissed you off even more, you knew you were thinking irrationally, he was always there for you it's only a few times where he can't be and is busy, you were just too stressed to think properly though, too stressed to even think about anything else besides how badly you just need someone to help you out right now. You crawled on top of his bed, covering yourself with the blanket. The shift was honestly terrible, many customers were overly rude at Grilby's today, mostly newcomers, and it was so damn busy you couldn't really do much about those people/monsters, you were so frustrated by all the orders and all the insults thrown your way, in fact you got way less tips than usual which caused you to be even more upset, money wasn't much of a problem but come on! Tears swelled up in your eyes from all the built up frustration from not just this shift, but all the past shifts that were almost the exact same situation, you hated working on those days and how underemployed that place was because you had to work twice as hard due to that as well.

After a good 10 minutes of you laying on the bed, muttering to yourself about all the stuff that happened and about how much you just needed someone for once and crying silently, you heard the door creak open. You wiped away your tears quickly with the blanket, shifting slightly and pretending to fall asleep. You knew it was sans and if he sees you like this he'd ask, and you don't want to bother him with any of your problems. "I know you're not asleep." Sans said walking up to you, he sat on the bed near you. "What happened?" he asked. You let out a sigh as you hugged the blanket tighter. "I don't want to talk about it." You grumbled, your tone annoyed with a hint of sadness. Sans stared at you for a bit before fixing your hair. "Are you sure? I mean you've been coming home more upset than usual, is work alright? Anything happening?" Sans questioned, his tone of voice growing more concerned. You furrowed your brows as you could feel the corners of your eyes sweet up with tears once more. You covered yourself with the blanket, not even daring to look at Sans. "Stop it, just STOP. I told you I'm fine! You don't have to pry into every little detail of my life I just want you here with me I don't want you digging into this I told you I'm fine, I just wanted you here with me, fuck." you yelled at first, calming your voice down as to not wake up Papyrus and to try to calm yourself down. Your voice cracks, you didn't really mean to come off as rude, you're just tired, you don't want him to get worried or to try and fix your problems, you just want him there with you, to give you a hug or just give you comforting words, you don't want him prying too much into this, you don't want him getting worried.

Sans seemed taken aback by your remark. He stayed quiet for a bit before nodding, he understood how you felt. Everyone has different ways they deal with this situation and how they want others to react, some want others to pry into their life and try to help solve their problems, others just want them to be there with them during this but not get too involved in the situation and many other things, everyone reacts differently to this much stress. Of course he was a bit shocked and to be honest a little hurt by your words but he knows you're just stressed and don't mean to be rude. He truly does understand, he knows how you feel, so he will be there for you. "You're obviously not fine, but I understand you don't want me to be involved in the situation, you just want me to be there for you, I understand." Sans replied, he gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder before laying with you on the bed. He let out a long sigh as he crossed his arms behind his head. "Take some deep breathes, that usually helps with stress, and make sure to sleep well." Sans said, you nodded. "Come on, let's take a few deep breathes." Sans said, you rolled your eyes but it does usually help. You did as he said and took a few small and quick deep breathes, trying to make the tension in your body disappear and just try to relax. "Feeling any better?" Sans asked, you shook your head no which caused him to chuckle a bit. "Yeah I kinda thought so. Deep breathes won't immediately make you feel bette but it helps with tension, for now just rest, cry if you want, I'm here for you alright... I won't judge you for being emotional okay. I love you too much for that." Sans said giving a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You nodded, you turned your head to face him and give him a small smile. "I appreciate that.." you muttered, he gives you a quick nod. "No need to do that, just rest, I'm here for you. No matter what happens remember that okay, I'll always be here for you." Sans replied, he wrapped an arms around you, pulling you closer. You let out a soft sigh as you moved closer to him, you closed your tired eyes and felt yourself slowly start to fall asleep in his arms. He kept his arm wrapped around you and watched you slowly fall asleep.

"Sleep well, I'm here, okay."

[makriiii]

Caught IV (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 4.5k

Authors notes: I had some fun with this chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Warnings: 18+, angst, cursing, gun violence, alcohol.

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Caught IV

Arthur held you forcibly still in his embrace. Your own gun held directly to your temple, his gloved hand over your mouth to keep any pleas for help completely unable to escape.

You patted him with your elbow, soft at first then you got more rough as to tell him you werent going to pull anything, despite that he kept his hold on you firm.

You wanted to run into camp, no doubt, to feel a sense of security and familiarity, to be back with your own group and not in the hands of that man who stripped you of everything. Yet, you knew too well what would happen if attempted.

Your mind flashed with multiple possibilities. What were they playing at? There was no way they'd gun down this entire camp, and if they did talk their way into the middle, they surely wouldn't get to kill Colm before all of you racked up bullets in your flesh.

"What're we doing about the pisser, Morgan?" Bill asks lowly, "One by the tree."

Arthur frees you at last, nudging you off to the side and out of his way. "Let's get closer." He takes the lead, the other three not far behind him.

The pine needles and soft dirt under Arthurs boots masked the sound of footsteps as he crept closer to the man doing his business, whom took a blade to the throat shortly after.

Your face twisted into pitied cringe, what a degrading death that has to be. Now, despite refraining from using a gun, the drop of the man's body and his guttural last breath had the other two men shooting all too fast.

"Now we got a real fight. Come on!" Hollers Bill, everyone covering behind thick trunks. Arthur yelled something back that you couldn't quite discern from the blasts.

Your body lurched, your entire chest lie nearly lined with the ground, avoiding the small metal projectiles thatd no doubt hit you if you stayed unwitting and frozen.

Completely unarmed and not much one for hand to hand combat, especially against trigger happy O'Driscolls struck you with a different idea entirely.

Escape.

You were unbound by any ropes and no longer under the watchful eye of Dutch's gang.

The thought only held you for mere seconds, the shouting and firing kept you out of your thoughts. Arthur and his two pals made concerningly quick work of your O'Driscolls. This base not long before mimicking the old mining site.

Dutch's gang had tenacity, you could admire them for that. But because of them, you had nothing. No gang - pretty quick here - no money, not even your own guns. Hell, even your horse was holed up in their camp, hardly in your possession.

You groaned in defeat, you really didn't have anything to lose.

As sly as possible, you rushed for the men Arthur just took out, fetching their guns, the handles of which still warm from their grasp.

"Give up, O'Driscolls. We got you beat!" Arthur barked, reloading his rifle.

You felt slightly dazed by the sight of them, the fact that you could join them just as good, not made better by Arthurs words. You shook it off, swallowing your nerves and crouched for a tree.

You felt complete when you had a gun firm in your palm, the ability to protect yourself. It revived you some after all these demeaning days. The familiar feel of the gun's hammer under your thumb, clicking into place once you pulled it back.

You yourself officially joined the gun fight.

The recoil of the double barrel pistol was somethin fierce, sending a shockwave up into your mostly out of commission bicep. Being out of the game for a good week and a half had both your hands keeping the gun steady enough to be a good aim.

Two of your gang members flanked Bill, and aiming with a shaky breath, the barrel of your pistol stared down the men you recognized.

Hennessey and Seamus. Younger men who weren't as bad as the O’Driscoll name often characterized them as.

Seamus faced your direction, though his gun did not. 

His eyes met yours, a haze of confusion laced in his stare. Hennessey shouting something to you that you couldn't quite catch. 

They seemed happy you were back, but unsure of where your gun pointed - why was it not at that big messy lookin' man?

They both motioned for you to cover with them as they ducked every so often. 

Bill wrung his head in your direction, his anger and attention divided, unsure if he should direct it to you or not.

You felt about to throw up.

Seamus and Hennessey waited for you, they wanted your help. 

Bill shouted as he shot at them, clearly afflicted by your help, considering your elimination as well.

Your face burned and your heart ready to burst with the swift influx of adrenaline that nearly felt as though it replaced the blood that coursed through your veins.

Hennesey hollered to you once more as he set off another slug at Bill, who in turn glared back at you. 

"Don't make me get you too, y/n!" He screeches between shots. 

Your hands shook as you focused your aim. 

Seamus watched in befuddled shock and horror and Hennessey dropped back behind him before he wrung his head back to you, his eyes pleading desperately. 

The few moments he had, he reluctantly returned your fire, narrowly missing you and ricocheting off the trunk you hid behind.

You didnt even try to avoid it. You'd take what you deserved, but you also didnt let up. 

Bill now paid you no mind, his mind made up to spare you as you dealt with your friends. 

Seamus got your second bullet, your heart dropping as he did. 

Whispering your sorrows, and repressing the pit in your stomach, you continued forward.

You had only one bullet, so you cautiously moved up to the front lines for better aim, hoping that it wouldn't need to be utilized.

Men all around you shouted and yelled out amongst the sharp sound of bullets, yet with each of your shots, the shouts lessened.

"That's it." John huffed out, "They're turning tail!"

A final shot rang out, and much to your delight, you hadnt accumulated an even number of bullet wounds.

You got up warily, meandering over to the center of camp, where the rest of your acquaintances, at best, stood.

"Leave 'em. Colm's still here." Arthur waves off the escaping O'Driscolls. A fleeting thought of joining them ran through your mind.

This was the second time you'd witnessed all your own gang members brutalized. By the same people nonetheless, and yourself.

"Gonna check the cabin." Arthur added, trooping over to the cabin's closed door. Every step closer really sunk in the reality that this now was the end of the O'Driscolls, have there be a not so sober Colm inside.

You circle around with Arthur, straying slightly behind as to avoid any more small flying lead pieces.

Before he even reaches up for the rusty knob. The door flies out, smacking Arthur's whole front, effectively rendering him on the ground. A man you didn't recognize as Colm stepped out, looming over the fallen Arthur.

He stood at the entranceway, brandishing a shotgun, cackling in a maniacal manner, a drunken craze.

A piercing shot lands square through the man's diaphragm. As his gun fell, his hands clutched at his chest. Arthur's leg caught the mans foot as he fell. His body thumping harshly with his last gutteral breath.

A vaunt whistle blows from your lips with that shot, some of your long departed pride returning after missing all those shots in that cold forest.

Arthur grumbles in response to your display of ego, getting up while he does so, quickly scanning the inside of the cabin.

In all reality, you were simply attempting to cope with the reality of your sin filled life. Even your own friends fell victim, a despicable and haunting feeling.

You could tell by his clenched jaw and his tense fists that this day wouldn't mark the disbandment of the gang you called your own for years.

Keiran stood mere feet from you, seemingly standing behind you as some sort of shield, far more petrified than what you could understand.

Arthur storms over, waving an accusatory finger and giving the evil eye to both of you. "You set us up!" He snarls. "Come here."

Both you and Keiran took a step back at his angry tirade.

"What?-" Keiran stammers, stumbling forward, never seeming to move farther than where you were at.

Arthur steps no more than arms length from you both. "You both set us up." He repeats, his patience running thinner than a strand of hair.

"No, I didn't!"

"You did, Colm O'Driscoll ain't here!" His hand flies up, a gun meeting both your faces.

"He was here, I swear.. I sw-" You give him a soft pat, to comfort him at the very least.

"If we was settin' you up, we wouldn't have saved you." Your arms were raised lowly, yet again staring down the barrel of his - well, your gun. "We shot along side you."

Bill and John slide down the hill behind you, joining the small congregation where you and Keiran were held at gunpoint. "It's a good point, Arthur." Bill agrees, chuckling at his unbridled anger.

Bill gave you a look of acceptance, a nod for the favor you dealt him.

Arthur exhales deeply, some of his rage leaving him through the release. He stands, considering. His eyes filled with irritation that calmed the longer his gaze was fixed on you.

"Alright then, go on, get out of here. Both of you, and I won't kill you."

You thought on it, but now you had a big, bright X on your head. Both you and Keiran just stood there, awkward as can be.

Arthur murmured under his breath. He took a stomp towards you, turning you around and pushing you off in the opposite direction. "Get lost."

"Get lost?" You couldn't refute his words before he already started talking again.

"Im lettin' you run away, now get outta here." He waves his hands in an attempt to shoo you off as if you were some stray chickens.

"That's as good as killin' us." Keiran admonishes, he was fearful. No better a position as you. "Colm'll lose his mind about this!"

Keiran was good at negotiating, for what all you could tell.

"So?" A hearty scoff comes from Arthur, he cared none at all.

"So, I'm one of you now!" He claims, glancing at you. "I don't know about her..."

Now you felt stuck, were you really to join them, as Keiran attempted?

"Give me a break." Arthur thins his lips, squinting at you both. He throws his hands up, shaking his head. "Alright, but I'm warning you." He pushes through both of you, Bill and John taking that as a cue to walk back to their mounts.

"Oh, I know." Kieran agreed, though his foot hovered with hesitation. "You get the cash?"

You had forgotten about the cash, that hadn't even crossed your mind.

"What cash?" Arthur asked with little trust nor interest.

"There's usually some cash in the chimney." He points back inside the cabin, scuttling up the steps.

Arthur stops him, turning him back to walk with John and Bill. "I'll check it. Rest of you boys- and lady, get to camp, quick."

"See Arthur? I aint so bad." Keiran teases, catching up with the first two, leaving you and Arthur behind.

Arthur leaves the porch and enters the cabin, ignoring his remark. You followed in shortly after, seeing as you would have to travel back with him.

"You know, I think I'll take my things back as a thank you." You suggest, your boots clicking against the wood floor. The first time you'd been in any sort of building since Colter.

His disgruntled mood only seemed to heighten yours.

He searched the cabin interior for anything of worth before reaching the chimney, blowing you off as he focused on the current task.

"They're pretty nice guns, O'Driscoll. Might have to decline."

"They're mine because of that reason, and quite frankly, I'm no longer tied up by you-"

"Is that suppose to be a threat?" He interrupts, making his way to the shotgun mantle over the chimney.

You instantly started regretting your choice to save him.

"What if it is?" You drift over to the desk in the center of the room, sitting on the polished wood facing him, spinning your newly acquired gun with your fingers.

"How's walkin' back to camp sound to you?" He retorts, not seeming so bothered as he inspects the shotgun.

"I'd give you a peircing that matches mine." You began, he eyes you with a look of boredom.

"And I'll leave you as good as the rest of your ragtag gang." His words as nonchalant as could be.

"You got me kicked out of my gang, Morgan. You'd be leaving an innocent lady as good as the 'Oh so terrible O'Driscolls.'" The back and forth kept getting more heated, both of you refusing to stop adding to it.

"Oh," he snides mockingly. "So that's how it is? Suddenly you aint a 'terrible' O'Driscoll?'" He slings the shotgun over his shoulder, nearly rolling his eyes like a young boy. 

"I aint an O'Driscoll if I'm not a member, ain't that how it works?"

"Colm might still have you, you're his special girl or somethin' if I recall."

"Is that why you keep sayin O'Driscoll? Cuz you think I got his last name?"

"No, you just seem to enjoy suckin' up to him." His voice strained in the middle of his sentence as he bent over to pat the inside of the chimney. Fine gray powder clouded around his hand and arm, a smoky scent filling the messy cabin.

"Hardly the case." You shake your head in annoyance. "Think you're just mad that I managed to rob you - the robbers - and nearly get away with it."

"If I wasn't there shooting for you in the first place, you wouldn't have been able to get anything." He reasons, his spurs jingled as he approached your position at the desk.

"It was good team work, just extra steps, I suppose. I think I should get some compensation really." You nod, agreeing with yourself.

He stands contemplating your words with that sarcastic look on his face. "Nah, those few extra steps cost you. You'll be lucky to get your guns back." He shrugs, drawing out one of your revolvers to admire and reload right in front of your face.

"Real classy, Morgan." You glance to the side, refusing to give into his antics. "You better be glad you're big, that's the only reason people are scared of you."

He sucks in through his teeth, "So, you scared of me then?"

"Scared as I am to insult you." You were close enough to flick his hat off if you stood up, and flicking it off was exactly what you did.

His hat flew up and off his head before he could grab it. An annoyed scolding came from him as he bent to retrieve it.

"Let's get going, can't stand you any longer, a whole ride back is enough." You abmly stroll out the door and back in the direction of Arthur's horse you rode in on.

His quickend his pace to catch up with you, his spurs rattling with each stride.

"Shared sentiment, y/n." He pats your unwell arm with a bullish force, making you flinch to the side in pain.

"Goddamn you, Morgan, playin' with me like that when I have a gun?" You hiss, comforting your upper arm with a gentle hand.

"You woulda' done it already if ya' had any bullets left."

Maybe he'dve been right. Maybe if you hadn't spent two of them on Seamus and Hennessy. 

As you both walked back to the horses, you took a quick stop by the men you'd so callously shot down. Arthur said nothing, but his face did. 

You took your hat off, crossing it over your chest and had it not been for the situation, the arm and the man at your side, you would've given them your proper respects, at least what you owed them for taking the greatest debt of all. Their lives. 

"C'mon, O'Driscoll..." Arthur calls, though with more quiet and patience than just moments previous. "Next round of 'em won't be so kind." 

---

You were quick to smack Arthur's arm from behind, reminding him exactly what you wanted as soon as he was to dismount and hitch his horse. Your guns, your gun belt, saddle and everything you had inside those saddlebags.

He said he would at least, all that much you weren't quick to trust. A man of his word? You weren't sure.

Before he even pulled to a stop, you slid off the back of his horse, stretching. A small fire lit inside you again. You knew exactly what you were going to do tonight.

You promptly met your mare, who didn't seem ill-taken care of despite who she belonged to.

You were thankful and you were sure she was too, showering her with all the affection she had missed for these past days.

You sat and pondered there with her, allowing her to graze next to you. Horseshoe overlook. You'd been here a time or two, enough to know where the town of Valentine was, your memory being reignited by your ride with Arthur.

As the losing evening closed in, you could feel hunger slowly climb from inside you, the adrenaline from the hour previous only now subsiding enough for you to feel your body's needs. You were just waiting on Arthur to gather all your things. Certainly did take his time.

You sat criss-cross on the grassy soil underneath you, getting a good look into camp. You were still skeptical to go much nearer than where you had been tied to all those days. You felt unwanted and that wasn't only a feeling, it was reality.

Just as you figured finding Arthur, he finally arrived before you with all your items gathered and dumped on the ground in front of you, though he had the decency to keep your guns off the floor.

Your brows knitted together at his display of discontent. "Thank you, dearly, errand boy." sntaching up your belt as you rose up, solace in one of your favorite possessions back on you for good. "I'd appreciate more work from you like that."

You shot out your hand, motioning the safe return of your gun. He reluctantly obliged.

"Shut your mouth, sweetheart." More than discontent evidently, you now thought, snickering as you heaved your saddle off the ground.

"Don't be so brash, really." You shrug off his demand, packing your horse with your saddle. As you slung over your saddle bags, you checked them, half hoping that some semblance of money from your attempt still laid in there or even what you had initially.

Nothing. You peered back to the vexed Arthur across from you.

"You know, you could buy me some drinks. Since I ain't even got the money I had beforehand from the robbery in here." Your reasoning now had him even more stuck up.

"No. You're on your own woman." His arms crossed, the hat atop his head almost covering his eyes completely.

"Tsk. Real snob that one." You curse to yourself, tightening the girth before fitting your foot in the stirrup.

You mounted your horse, once again reunited under the same saddle you had ridden in for so long. It excited you and she could feel it. A giddy little prance from her as she turned in the direction you desired.

Straight to Valentine before the days done. You figured you'd just have to stick up some poor fella you found along the way for some cash, lest you would be there having to barter your measly and limited items for some tiny morsel.

-

Arthur had shown up after all, not with you, no, he strayed behind at least a good hour.

You squinted at him from across the room, though now you weren't even so sure that was him over there. He looked much too strange.

You hardly kept still in the bar seat, the piano music around you seemingly getting ever louder, but it didn't bother you.

You sat and exchanged a few hearty laughs with the men in the seats beside you who offered to pay for your drink after you never found anyone to properly stick up.

This was damn near the most fun you'd had for months, tears pricked at your eyes with every joke that was told or added to and you could hardly control yourself.

"Whatcha got there? 'Nother drink?" You felt your arm droop out. You reached for it further and further, but the old man leaned away from you as he took a big swig from it.

Your hand caressed the floor, the barstools towering over you, dangling feet and long legs swinging in every which way. A barely noticeable hint of pain felt from your elbow and side. It was like laying down in a forest, your mouth slightly agape as you examine the moving trees above you.

You lied there a moment before you lifted off the ground just as magically as you had ended up on it in the first place. The two men you drank with had pulled you off the wood together, however this led them to their own date with the planks. Stumbling and swaying, their arms flailing in different directions.

You wheezed and wheezed so much it hurt, holding onto the counter top of the bar as to have some balance that your body took away with every moment your eyes stayed open.

The one with a handlebar mustache and a bowler's hat seemed to get closer and farther once he finally returned to his feet. You grabbed his arm to pull him to safety. As for the other, he was behind you, beyond your help.

You hunched over the countertop, using your upper body to keep you straight in the room that was anything but straight, everything was so distorted, it gave a new look to everything around you.

"Jus... whatcha you doin... there..?" The one with a hat asked you from his barstool, even sitting he had trouble staying upright, his hand fisted into the wood to stay somewhat still.

You looked down, back to him drearily and back down again before you finally hiccuped in response, not sure what you were doing either.

"How 'bout 'nother drink?" You put your pointer finger out as to call the bartender over. Your two buddies hooped and hollered from aside you, doing their utmost to raise their arms and cheer.

"I think you've had enough for tonight."

The clearest words that came out of someone's mouth tonight. They didn't hardly make any sense to you.

"That's ridicu-lsh.. 'm haven't had.. enough..." You chided, your barmates stood up for you, scolding the sober one to the best of their ability.

"You 'bout'a get haaam-mered!" The one behind you, half bald with overalls gripped your left shoulder, and much to your delight, that aching pain was gone!

"Chrissst... you 'n me BOTH good buddy!" The bartender hands you a reluctant glass, and by god did it taste the best of all.

Not two drinks in before you got knocked over by the one proclaiming you were about to get hammered. Your arm still up in the air as you observed him slumped on your shoulder, past out beyond all comprehension.

Then you felt another hand on you, your head slowly moved round to where it came from.

"You..." You huffed at him. "Gonna drink wit' me... now?"

He examines you but for how long you could hardly tell, your eyes were on the ceiling, the chandelier, everything but Arthur's face.

"I wouldn't say no?" He giggles at your question in a way you'd never heard before.

"You said no!" You argue, though not angrily, you couldn't imagine feeling like that now.

"Cuz... you're a Driscoll."

"Again?" You looked ever so surprised. "I knew... Colm'd come 'round." You chuckle, trying your utmost to hunch over and grab your fallen glass.

Before you knew it, he was sitting right next to you, like a big brick. You liked it. Holding both your arms on his back and letting your head hang, a small rest period.

"So," you start, patting his back to get his head to turn to yours. "You gon'... get me that drink?"

"I need one… more than you." He shakes his head, to which you put your hand on top of to stop him from shaking it. Didn't look quite right.

"Nooo… you don't. Quit foolin' 'round."

He pushes your arm off, his hat going with it, falling the opposite side of the counter. His eyes drooped, swaying further from his nose and then much too close, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Awwh... see now, why'd you.. go and do that." He starts dragging himself over the counter to retrieve his hat. You helped by pushing him firmly with your palms to his ass. He swatted at you with one hand but your efforts not futile, he slid fully to the other side with a loud thump.

"You can't be back here, Sir!" You couldn't quite tell if he was yelling at you or not. Did you look like a sir? You weren't back there.

Arthur pops back up, hat back to its normal spot. You clapped at his bravery, though he was quick to climb back over the counter whilst he got shooed off by the bar tender.

You helped pull him back over, his hands clasped your wrists as you pulled with all your might. Much to your terror, he didn't let go when he reached his tipping point. You were yanked down with him, wincing as your head made contact with the floor.

"Goddamn it, god damn… Morgan, more like it." Struggling to get back up, you grab Arthur, using him as leverage, effectively pulling him back to the floor.

Once you finally made it back up, you held onto your bowler hat boy, only not so for much longer once you put his hat on your head, yours long gone.

"Yeahh... hic." His eyes blinked as irregular as a frogs. "There ya go!"

You patted his arm with long sweeping motions, your typical motor skills didn't seem so inclined to work efficiently.

"Dance? Let's dance.. but not him." You wave to Arthur a seat away from you. Arthur? He wasn't there. You swiveled your head around, though your eyes weren't so quick to act, lagging behind when you tried locating Arthur.

Your buddies expression changed into one of slight anger. The most he could possibly muster.

His inner leg would swing right, your outer leg, in. It was a wonder you hadn't fallen over yet, a shared wonder amongst all who watched and cheered you on.

"Hey you mist'r... you buzz off..." he demanded, slamming his hand down weakly on the counter top. His anger directed at the wrong man. You egged him on nonetheless, happy to have someone else finally on your side.

-

You held onto each other, swinging your legs out haphazardly with your best pal, the one who hadn't gone and was sticking it out with you.

You coughed hard with every chuckle that left you, other bar goers joined in as well, much to your delight.

Your eyes deceived you so many times that night you had to be looking at an apparition of that snide man.

You scanned him, but instead of being annoying, he joined in next to you. Course your rivalry at a stand still, albeit you were only half sentient, anymore than that and more fists might've been involved.

You danced with Arthur, your bowler buddy, at times the floor even. You soaked it all up like you did the booze, returning to the counter with Arthur, another request fulfilled.

"Artur..." you slap his side enough to get his attention. "Out... there... outsside."

He looked too confused, so you hooked your arm in his, having him follow along best he could.

"What?"

You landed on the swinging door in a feigned sense of something you could lean on, both you ending up on the floor again.

You sat for a second, before the wavy door opened again. Caught staring at the thing that came out.

"Damn, ya'll stink." An insult as he stepped over you both, he said some other words too, you think.

Arthur tripped the man as he strode through, your eyes widening as he went down. He yelled maledictions out, turning for Arthur who had a grand time with this.

"Oh... shit." you drawl in a long, tired breath. You glimpsed at your gun, drawing it out, half expecting it wouldn't work to ward off the man, but it did. He turned back and left with a hurry.

Arthur kept laughing, which made you start laughing at the spontaneity of all this.

Eventually, you got up, taking on the staircase that swayed like the ocean's tide, Arthur not long after you, traveling down the road to some obscure part of town. Haphazard mumbling and incoherent words all the while.

That's how you concluded the night, your first free night. Exploring in a drunken haze with the man who not only doubled as your captor but also your liberator. The one who shot but saved you. More irony than what you could care for as of now.

♡

pt5!

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Vox's Goetia does join the Hazbin hotel. He takes what was Husk's canon job, as Husk has a casino to run and his parents think it's a good thing for their son to work for the Princess. (Even if they don't believe in her redemption plan. And he is the spare's spare, so it's not like they have any idea what to do with him. Having his and his children's souls permanently bound to the media overlord might do him some good. (Vox stipulated that into his contract. So he'll eventually have numerous goetia souls bound to him.)

Since Alastor was up to his antics during the overlord meeting and sir Pentious has been on his best behavior (after Charlie asked Vox to talk to Pentious about things, and Vox talked to him about building stuff in the lab outside the hotel he never got the Eggbois taken away) the hotel crew doesn't know how to hurt angels/heavenborn. They know Carmilla killed the Angel--Husk caught her reaction to Him bringing out the head, after all. (He also caught Alastor's reaction to Zestial saying that they'd probably go after the Hotel first--not that he'd tell Vox. But he'd seen how furious and fearful the stag had looked at those words.) So they're debating on who to send over to the carmine/Zestial mansion. It's dangerous ground over there, after all.

Angel Dust steals more of Vox's clothes (and doesn't get caught) to make up for the set Charlie destroyed. He also gets away with one of Vox's shark plushies, which irritates Vox as it's the one with heating pad function in it that he uses for his cramps/neck pain/back pain. (Alastor rubs his scent all over the plush, before he returns it that night laying it beside Vox.)

Vox writes an entire speech for Charlie and Vaggie for their meeting up in Heaven. He's listened to Vaggie (and Lucifer's) descriptions of Adam and Lute and has given his best advice to the two for them. Unfortunately the meeting pretty much goes the same way, except that Charlie managed to get Adam pissed at Vox? So that's cool. Nothing like having the first man wanting you dead, right?

Vox drinks himself into a stupor that night. While, yes he's afraid of Alastor--the MAIN THING he is desperately, desperately trying to avoid is permanently dying. He doesn't want to die. At all. That's why he too the deal with Lucifer. Now he's gotta figure out more ways to help Charlie so he can gain more power so he can fight off Adam himself? Or at least beat him back enough so that Lucifer can arrive to kill him or Charlie can kill him or something. He doesn't know. Vox collapses into his bed that night, and passes out not noticing the radio demon stepping out of the shadows and joining him in the bed and curling around him.

swap nonny i may have to rename you to sadist nonny at this point. Why are you like this /affectionate

the stuff with the goetia is sooo silly. love that little bird thing even though ive no clue what the hell he would look like or even do at all honestly! hope he has fun trying to bartend (and hoo boy thatd probably be a big scandal, wouldnt it, having a goetian prince bartend at princess charlie's hotel...) for a bunch of idiot sinners lmao

al overhearing carmilla and zestial talking about the newly pushed forward extermination and immediately jumping to think about vox... he cant lose him AGAIN so soon after hes found him once more so after that his shadow sticks even closer to vox, and vox finds that sometimes when he passes out from working too much without taking a break that he wakes up in the morning with a fluffy blanket and food placed in front of him. he assumes its husk but when he asks, the other overlord denies it

LMFAOOO i can imagine angel sweating when vox storms downstairs in a frenzy going 'where the FUCK is my shark'. husk turns to look at him very slowly and just raises a singular eyebrow at him and angel shrugs very slowly. alastor returning the plush with his scent all over.... orugh. vox probably cant even smell it really, but for some reason his processors ingest the scent easily and he falls asleep better than ever for the first time in seven years.... </3 AUgh my heart...

and seriously. alastor you are SUCH a freak what the FUCK are you doing.... going to have to tag noncon cuddling at one point on madmans vice istg :sob:. i love them so much ugrh. swap radiostatic save me swap radiostatic

[fluffmarsha-the-mallow]

hello!

if u dont know i have 4 cross over aus and im doing a thsc x dbd one

and idk if i should make reg a killer or survivor

sos. pls send help

ooo thatd make a good rp. dbd x thsc? hell yeah. @cookiecat07 im coming for ya

[multiplicity-positivity]

ah geez hi its us again do you think you could help us out with somethin? (totally chill if not, we get it)

so we are a uh, empty system, right? all fused together from what i can tell, but as of late (a few months ago, iirc), we sort of had what you could call a "plurality resurgence"

its absolutely not the same as it was before (we were a median, mono/misaconscious system before). its a Lot More Vague. its gone from like "oh yeah. system" to more of a "me+" deal, if that makes sense?

and from what i know it seems to like? fluctuate?? we've sort of considered kinplural, but we're not sure

so if you have any ideas or any advice or anything thatd be Really helpful :) many thanks

(sorry for sending so many asks, as well /gen)

Hiya! We’re like the absolute worst at reading tone so for us every anon seems like a new person! So hi again, but we’re sorry we don’t remember your previous asks! It’s okay for anyone to send in as many asks or questions as they want, by the way, we don’t mind answering them but we are about 3 weeks behind right now (eep!) :3

Um, as far as some advice, I guess what we’d like to say is that it is totally okay to have a system that fluctuates in size and function! It’s okay to go through periods of feeling plural followed by periods of feeling like a singlet, and to keep moving back and forth! Lots of systems actually work this way!! We think there’s even a label coined by the community for systems who experience their plurality in phases or waves, but we’re blanking on the term right now, sorry! >_<

It’s possible to be a plural singlet, or even multiple without being plural or a system! We view plurality as a spectrum, so it’s okay to still call yourself plural even if you view yourself only the eensiest, teensiest bit plural! And if your kintypes feel like they could potentially be headmates, parts, or facets, it makes sense that you might identify as kinplural! :3

So like… I guess in the end only you can decide if you’d like to call yourself plural or if you’re still a system and stuff like that. But! What we can tell you is that you’ll absolutely be accepted and welcomed in the plural community with open arms if you decide you still belong here! We know this sounds like a bit of a complicated situation, and we wish you the best with learning more about yourself and finding the right labels to define your experience!

I’m sorry we couldn’t be of more help or offer better advice! Good luck with everything!! >w<

💚 Ralsei and 👻 Ghost

[alienaiver]

7, 18, 29 for fic writer ask game! ✨

icarus hi!!! my favorite noya lover!! thank u for sending these in 🥹🧡

7. your preferred writing fonts

for free writing where i just throw out words and thoughts and write whatever comes to mind i prefer comic sans! idk why, whenever im in a block it gets my juices going !! but when im writing a planned out scene, drafting or simply editing, i always go with times new roman. i think its a brain injury at this point from school strictly using it but i do think its pretty!

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

i dont keep them most of the time, but i just dug up this note that was supposed to be in inked coffee!

"Hey sleeping beauty," you smile, throwing your stack of books down onto the table that Shinsou's sitting by. Startled from the sound he sits up and quirks up an eyebrow, "isn't that sort of an ironic nickname to give someone with insomnia?"

You roll your eyes at him and sit down opposed of him, pushing half the books his way, his notebook almost falling off of the table if he hadn't caught it. You shake your head as well as an extra act of teasing, "it's a spell, Shinsou. I'm casting a spell."

i think its actually a really fun little scene/joke, so i might use it in amethyst haze 👀 hmmm... good thing you sent this question, made me look thru my notes and drafts !!

29. how easy it is for you to come up with titles?

thats actually genuinely the Hardest absolute part for me 😭 i struggle with it like its an university level sort of math equation. i usually reach out to friends. @dira333 is amazing at them and has helped me numerous times come up with the most amazing and beautiful titles!!!! i have very very few works where the title was planned from the beginning. dermovat is named after my psoriasis cream bcos its about eczema and i thought thatd be funny. rotisserie chicken only came to life because my friend said i turn like one in my sleep! i also came up with proposals plus one because i just finished godzilla minus one!! 🙂‍↕️🧡 those are probably the only ones ive really come up with that was like. easy to me!!!!

[basilhopewhumps]

hi i exist and have just made this lovely whump blog!!!!

what's up friends???? i have just decided to make a whump blog because i have been so into whump in the past few years while i've been on tumblr on another account and today i decided, fuck it, i wanna be part of the whump community on tumblr! it looks lovely! so here i thought i'd make an intro/master post with everything y'all need to know about me so i can find some friends!!! and i will add to this as needed so yall have information about me that is real and true lol

and i'm new here so please if you're an established member of the whump community and could point me to blogs you like to follow, thatd be swell!

basics:

my name is Basil! it is not my real name lol!

I use he/they pronouns though sometimes i think xe/xem/xyr would be cool so i wouldnt mind that either :]

i'm 18 years old!

i have a main blog so i'm familiar with tumblr but i'm not going to share that because i don't want this to have anything to do with that life! i will say though that i write fanfiction for a small fandom and that's how i got into whump because i write a lot of hurt/comfort :D know that the characters from that fandom are always a little bit in my head when i'm reading or writing whump <3333

whump likes/dislikes:

i like:

soft caretaking! soft! caretaking! so many like, hardcore whump things are fun for me as long as there's soft caretaking at the end. that's my endgame really. it's all about that hurt/comfort!! woo!!!!!!

sickfic!

touch starved whumpees. i live and die for that shit

panic attacks/anxiety attacks/general anxiety! as someone who suffers from anxiety myself i really enjoy reading about characters having anxiety and getting taken care of and soothed

sleep deprivation/insomnia/sleepy whumpees getting taken care of. i am known in my fandom life for writing sleepy fics all the time haha

nightmares

crying at all, really. i just. i like it when characters cry man

did i mention soft caretakers? thats important

i tend to pretty much write whumpee x caretaker romantically (in my fandom hurt/comfort fics it is usually one character in a ship hurt and the other comforting them) but i am also cool with platonic whumpee + caretaker relationships!

i could have a good time with pet whump i think???? i just, again, i want them to escape at the end and be taken care of by a caretaker who helps them ease into being their own person again

i don't like:

whump with no comfort/no caretaker/no happy ending/etc. all respect to it but it just makes me feel bad so- yeah i prob won't interact much with blogs who only post stuff like that!

any kinky whump. it just makes me feel super icky, please dont send me anything related to that. i don't mean i won't read/write/talk about anything nsfw in whump- i think the general rule is if whump is supposed to turn you, the reader, on then please count me out!! this is generally a sfw blog!

marvel whump or superheroes in general or hero/villain. anything of that sort

what i'm gonna do here:

if people send me requests for prompts/scenarios that i like i will happily oblige them!!!!!

may also just generally write some whumpy things

and mostly just reblogging whump posts that i like and seeing what's going on in this community! it's gonna be great guys i'm excited to be here :D

please send me any asks about anything at all times, or message me, whatever, always down to chat and befriend people <3333

[royal-they]

hi so i kinda happened to fall in love with your art.....and i wanted to ask a few things!!! (if its ok!)

uhmm first of all how long did it take you to get that art style and perfection it etc etc?

also do you have any tips for anatomy? not big complex full body anatomy, just like...idrk honestly, some tips related to anatomy or hands or just the body that helped/help you?

and uh yeah if you just have any general tips on whatever to improve my art/art style i'll take litterally anything 😭

again, i love your art, i love what you make! keep doing what you do, you're awesome!!!! sending love and support <3

ah!! tysm <333!! thats so cool to hear!!!!!!!!!/gen

ive been drawing forever honestly. i've always been really into it. im fifteen so thatd be like 12 years. and obviously i wasnt always studying it super seriously or anything. idk. my art isnt perfect by any means. i just dont really post the shitty pieces lmao. i struggle with sm stuff and will be continuing to study probably till the day i cant hold a pencil anymore lol. (i draw too much, my hand hurts ;w;) its a never ending process and honestly thats why i love it sm.

as for anatomy i think the main thing to keep in mind is that anatomy and just drawing people in general is really hard. i heard this in this old video about how pixar used to do 3d animation is that the reason they didnt do animations of humans for so long is because we ourselves have very specefic ideas of what a human looks like. i think this also applies to art. which is a really long way of saying, trust the process.

i use photos personally! you can find a lot on pinterest but there are a couple things id keep in mind when it comes to photos people edit their bodies sometimes so their proportions so be careful, it will defeat the purpose of the study if the bodies inaccurate.

idk here are some that might be good for starting off. dancers and people like that are super helpful. remember to not to focus too much on the lines but more copying down the shapes,

for hands i would just look at your own hands and try to capture them quickly. i say quickly mainly bc i shake a lot lmao, maybe youre different. or you could just be smart and take a picture of your hand but im very lazy and dont like getting up to grab my phone.

for art style id just save stuff that inspire you. could be animations, comics, album covers, cool photos, just stuff that gives you like vibes. literally ANYTHING.

like, omg this is making me think of a cool idea rn!! save it! even if you cant execute it now you can always execute it in the future when your skills are more developed :)

style studies are also helpful! try copying art you like, seeing different peoples techniques however some things to keep in mind with this are

you might accidently copy down an artists mistakes or bad habits without realizing it so try to have some variety in your artists

dont post the art. some people are okay with tracing but the vast majority of artists dont like it and it makes them uncomfortable. so id just like keep it in your sketchbook or whatever :) better safe than sorry.

anyway ah this is so longgggg! sry im so bad at being concise lol. theres probably a lot of youtube videos that could help you with this stuff if you want more explanation. the channel ive been watching a lot in since this summer is sketches of shay. she makes a variety of stuff but her art studies and resources are also very helpful :)

Sketches of Shay - YouTube

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I can’t help but wonder what rhg videos made you the most emotional, such as crying or seeing personal struggles in the characters?

For me, it was gilded guy’s last seven videos for relatability (and suspense concerning bog.)

And I literally cried in the Larry vs skid video.

Man, skid and One likely are a found family. And I look forward to one day seeing how One fares in a fight against Chronos. Who knows of One will even recognize yoyo! That’ll be tragic to see them fight in a bad way.

I dont think ive gotten That emotional while watching the videos itself, but when i think about the characters and their situations, and thats when i get sad over them. Particularly Yoyo and One, theyre brothers who have been seperated since a young age, One was left behind and enslaved, and has been searching for Yoyo ever since he escaped. All the while Yoyo's whereabouts and fate are unknown (atleast,,, canonically? I personally headcanoned that he became a very successful duelist/gladiator whilst One was still under Blackwatch). And thinking about them meeting after that long makes me emotional.

Skid and One are definitely a pair thatd get you emotional because theyre practically what the other is trying to find, Skid is a stand in for Yoyo and One is a stand in for Skid's parent/sibling(?) so its very;;;

Another RHG related one that made me kinda sad is Umbrella vs FLLFFL, its a duel between a veteran and a soldier who never wanted to be one, and the fact that Alfa gets killed and Umbrella later hallucinates him talking to him again is rlly,, telling of the impact that fight had on them.

And good lord how could i forget my girl YUPIA..... Her entire story especially with the way the animations are shown, the music,,, its all very sad. Its another character who was stripped off their personhood to fit someone else's vision, and even if they try to break away from it, they still do what A Living Weapon would be created for, and at the end she just,,, Dies. Those kinda stories can have problems with sending the wrong message but like,,, tragedy, yakno. I personally like it but i do wish she was written up more.