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Had a cute little Venture dream again teehee

Basically reenacting that one scene from Life is Strange where you break into a pool late at night and swim together AAAAAAA

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Someone tell the little Venture drilling around inside my head to go to sleep please

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Tumblr... stop showing me the hippo nail ad...

Please tell me y'all know what I'm talking about... 😭

Why do I get the worst ads? First the one with the dead mice, now mouth horror...

WHY

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A little something for those who are currently overwhelmed and need a little comfort from everything that's currently unfolding. 🫠

Caregiver!Venture is here to make sure you take care of yourself! They love you and want to see you happy, even if the times are bleak.

So go give them a hug. They deserve it, as do you.

You can't remember exactly what upset you; the only thing you currently know is the overwhelming darkness. In between your suffering groans and sniveling, Sloan walks through the door after a long day of seemingly endless computer work and emails. A soft pang of worry resonates through their chest when they don't see you. Another quick glance around the house does nothing to help their qualms.

"[Y/N]?" They call out.

They hang up their heavy jacket and kick their boots off by the door like they did every other day. The coldness from the outside shines red on their cheeks, energy practically sapped from navigating the freezing weather. Seeing you always gave them the motivation to keep going: so, where did you go, and why?

Then, they hear it.

The sobbing inside the bedroom closet.

"[Y/N]?" They echo out again.

You try to hide your discontent by being silent, but you knew they would be having none of that. As soon as they pinpoint the noise, they're right by your side like the loving spouse they are.

"What's wrong, mi tesoro?" They question.

"Mmph." You refuse to answer.

"I know you're not feeling well bebé, but I'm right here, okay?" Sloan comforts you in a hushed tone.

Their hand extends from the light. Your face is flushed from so much crying, and your eyes are now heavy from the upset. Both your arms latch onto them like the world was ending. They lift you up near effortlessly and bring you back into the living room with ease, placing you back down on the couch where you're comfortable. Your favorite stuffed animal lands squarely in your arms with a gentle toss.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" They ask.

You hold your stuffed animal friend tightly as your words have yet to return, simply shaking your head to their question as more tears threaten to spill forth. They perch themself next to you and nuzzle your damp cheek, placing a kiss down to your sleepy face as your eyelids fight to stay open. You lean deeply into their figure and sigh with utter dismay. Surely nothing could make you feel better ever again, you thought. The whole world felt like it was ending– and yet, they remain right by your side.

"How about your paci?" They wonder.

You shrug in response.

"How about a hug?" They continue trying to cheer you up. "Apple juice? Some yogurt and fruit?"

You shrug once again, frustration bubbling in your chest. What was wrong with you, why did you feel like this? Maybe something deep inside you really was broken to the point of no repair. The idea of being like that has more tears forming in the edges of your eyes. You sniffle as you try your hardest to keep your emotions from overflowing again, but you fail miserably in that attempt.

Their toned, tattooed arms wrap around you once more and soothingly rub your back as you cry out onto their shirt. Wails, sobs and sniffles are all muffled by the fabric of their yellow sweater. Your head begins to hurt with every passing minute of your unending tantrum. Their heart breaks to hear you in such a miserable state. Still, you cry and cry and cry until you can cry no more. It's only when you finally become quiet do they dare to speak up.

"It's okay, cariño." They assure you. "How do you feel now?"

You grab on tightly to their sweater and wipe your eyes on it, head pounding from the water works.

"Bad." You sigh.

"It's okay." They repeat. "It's okay."

Your hands continue balling at the fabric in anger because every part of you wanted to feel okay, but you simply couldn't. Part of you wanted to scream and throw things. The other half wanted to curl into a ball and be forgotten by everyone. The huge rush of emotions has you yawning without warning– drowsiness overtaking you as you settle from the eruption of big emotions. You feel utterly helpless in this moment and all you can do is surrender to the numbness.

"Deep breaths, cariño." Sloan reminds you.

You take an unsteady deep breath in, hold it for five seconds, and let out a shaky exhale for ten more.

"Good job!" They encourage you. "One more time."

You repeat their instructions for a second time and feel a sense of calmness bloom inside of you. The heaviness in your eyes doesn't fade, however, and your body decides to yawn again before they get the hint.

"Someone needs a nap." They suggest.

"Mmh." You sound.

They pick up a throw pillow from behind you and lean it against the arm rest on the sofa. Your head immediately slams back into the comfortable cushion and another sigh escapes your lips as your eyes fully shut. A blanket gets thrown across your exhausted figure and they tuck you in completely before turning the television down to a suitable nap taking volume. You hear them rummaging for something in one of the table drawers next, pulling out a pacifier complete with a clip to keep it from falling out. The plastic nipple presses up to your mouth and you open up to let them place it inside.

A hand pats the top of your head after they look at you nice, safe and snuggled up.

"Rest, sweet bebé. You can face the world in a little while." They whisper. "Te amo."

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I know it's 12:16 AM but are queues still broken rn?

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Writers block got me in a chokehold rn but it's going to be literally 8° F/-13° C and I'm just thinking about them putting cute matching fuzzy socks on with you and snuggling up underneath the covers and giving you plenty of kisses while holding you and making sure you both stay warm 🫠

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TUMBLR BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE INBOX GLITCH *SCREAMING AND HOLLERING*

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Venture got a new voiceline today with lifeweaver about how they write in a diary (with stickers!!). Imagine they have a whole page or let's be honest a whole section dedicated to you, your faves and dislikes, favorite moments you two have had together, any little quirk you have that some may find weird but venture thinks its too cute! Your entire existence is so important to them that they have to write it down so that future generations know how special you are and how much they love you.

That's now the canonical truth and there's nothing Blizzard can do to take this away from me.

Written under hopes: A date with [Y/N].

Thoughts: [Scribbles upon scribbles upon scribbles because they can't think properly]

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So anyway, chat, how do we feel about a witch!reader with a werewolf!familiar Venture where everything is the same but your cottage has chicken legs?

I just bought a game where I can customize my own chicken leg cottage... Baba Yaga/Jaga style...

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Oh my GOD today must be cursed or something because Steam is down now, too

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I've fully completed a week of Fluffy February! That gives me plenty of time to work on other stuff. I hope y'all are prepared for another full month of fluff, because I'm really excited tbh.

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Are queues broken right now???

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GOOD MORNING I platonically love you all who didn't vote for the orange dictator

Venture loves you too btw

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I'll be working on Fluffy February in case anyone is looking for some comfort in all this mess.

I'll also write some caregiver!Venture in between that, for those who enjoy something a little extra fluffy.

I'm sorry our President is literally Hitler but we have to live. If we die, the nazis win, and we can't have that. /srs

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Anyway

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Anyway sorry for being upset but my (our) rights are being stripped away as we speak so yeah I'm just a teensy bit stressed out right now

The scariest part is that half of America voted this man in

Half of America hates trans people, hates nonbinary people

And that's terrifying

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Anyway nonbinary is real, it's a thing, you can't erase it and you never will and I don't care what the fuck orange Hitler says