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nimbus-bugs · 7 months
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flippa :(
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ellohcee · 7 months
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Day 2: cat + autumn
Ummm the most autumn cat I know?
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Sketched these raging bisexuals while waiting for Separate Ways
I'm NOT prepared
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rockin-it-rusty · 8 months
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Pissa enjoyers how are we feeling?
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charliedomplerrr · 1 month
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We thought tumblr would enjoy,,,
disturbing imagery/body horror below!!!
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sighhhhhhh he's so us :3
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politemouse · 4 months
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I have seen the new update and oh boy was it something! Even Wally thought it was cool!
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arctophyllax · 6 months
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I have many things to say about this artwork and none of them are holy
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exzersii · 3 months
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Jeffku? Miku the killer?? Jeff the Vocaloid???
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Silly remake trend started by LOBOTOLOID on Twt btw!! Credit your artists >:)))
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lovefromlaura · 6 months
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syringesyrup · 1 year
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Heyya! Can you write something about Dew and angst? Idk about the topic just need to suffer I guess?
well. u asked!
Erm? tw for panic attacks and mention of abuse?? kinda….tread lightly 🧐
So maybe punching Swiss in the face after a heated argument wasn’t his best idea. It wasn’t like the two of them hadn’t gone toe to toe before. It was pretty much the only time they interacted with each other when they weren’t fucking. But the look Swiss had given him when he saw the blood drip from his own nose scared Dew. When it came to fight or flight, Dew rarely chose flight.
There was just something in Swiss’ eyes that made him choose flight this time.
“You fucking cunt.” Swiss growls as he approaches Dew, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and reeling his arm back. His bloodied hand balls into a fist and Dew jolts at the gesture. He yanks himself away from Swiss, clawing at his arm as his knees give out and he stumbles to the ground. He balls in on himself as he scampers away from Swiss and back into the corner. His hands are over his head now, claws digging into his scalp as he tugs at his hair and wraps his thorned tail around himself. He can’t look at Swiss. He just waits until the blow lands on him. He’s sure to put up a fight once Swiss’ fist collides with his body, but right now he just can’t. He can’t find the courage to fight tooth and nail with the multi ghoul.
Dew starts shouting out as he hears Swiss’ heavy footsteps approach him. His body jolts and the spikes of what once were beautiful fins on his body spike up defensively.
“No, no, no!” Dew shouts before a sob breaks through his throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He tugs hard at his hair. He’s not sure why. “Don’t hit me! Do-don’t! Please don’t fucking hit me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!”
He continues to babble and wail as he feels Swiss’ weight on him. He’s going to pick Dew up and slam his head against the wall or choke him or something-
Swiss picks Dew up and that’s when it all shatters. Dew screams, loud and high. He hasn’t called for help like this in so long. Not since they lost Terzo.
“Adiuva me!” Dew shouts as he flails against Swiss. “Let me go! D-don’t!”
He can’t even hear himself anymore. He’s acting like a child right now. Sobbing and flailing and kicking his feet. He feels himself get dragged out from under the stairs and into a room, despite his screams and begging. Swiss really is going to fucking kill him.
He hears the door lock as he’s set onto the floor. It’s cold. Tile. A bathroom, maybe. He curls back in on himself and tries to find the nearest corner to crawl into, but then Swiss is on him again and Dew sobs harder. He can’t make out Swiss’ bloody face through his tears, but he can imagine the murderous look on his face.
His feels thumbs press into his eyes and sobs. Swiss was seriously going to gouge his fucking eyes out for this.
But he doesn’t. He only rubs Dew’s tears away and clears his eyes, his hands impossibly gentle on Dew’s face. Dew freezes as he stares up at Swiss with wide and red eyes. Swiss stares down at him, his eyes shiny and glazed. Dew didn’t think he hit him hard enough to make him cry.
“Baby.” Swiss sobs, sucking in his lip as he looks down at Dew with teary eyes. “I’m not gonna hit you.”
Oh.
“Huh?” Dew mutters shakily. Swiss is still holding his face gently, rubbing circles behind his ears with his fingers. If Dew wasn’t so upset, he’d be purring at the sensation.
“Fuck, Dew.” Swiss sniffs. “What the fuck?”
“I-I’m sorry.” Dew says, knowing he’s done something wrong. Swiss sounds too upset.
“Shut up.” Swiss cries. It makes Dew jolt and Swiss whines at his reaction. “A-are you scared of me?”
Dew stares at him. No. Never. It’s Swiss. It’s fucking Swiss. He’s unserious and funny and charming and unbelievably calming despite Dew constantly banging heads with him.
“Yes.” Dew says. He doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s the truth.
Swiss frowns and backs away, standing up and backing towards the door. Dew whines loud and panicked, scampering on the floor like a kit.
“N-no! I’m not! Don’t leave!” Dew sobs. It gets no reaction from Swiss as he grabs hold of the doorknob, twisting it before it pops and Swiss opens the door. Dew panics. His blood runs cold and he crawls towards Swiss on the floor reaching for him.
“No, no, no! Not again! Ifrit, don’t leave!”
The air runs cold. Colder than Dew could ever handle, even as a fire ghoul. He shoots back against the wall, hands flying to his mouth as new tears drip down his face. Swiss spins his head around so fast that Dew hears his neck crack. Dew stays impossibly still and silent as Swiss stares at him. His eyes never leave Dew as he slowly shuts the door again and locks it.
“What?” Swiss says so quietly Dew can almost barely hear it.
Dew doesn’t speak. He can’t. He can’t fucking speak.
“Oh my fucking God.” Swiss says. Blasphemous.
Dew only shakes his head. He removes his hands from his mouth and shakes them. He’s trying to speak, he swears he is, but nothing is coming out. He’s trying so fucking hard to explain himself. Why can’t he just fucking talk?
Swiss kneels in front of him and grabs hold of him. Dew flails for a moment before Swiss pulls him in against his chest, holding him tightly. Dew resists for a moment longer before melting against Swiss, sobs wrecking though him as he digs his claws into Swiss’ back and holds him. Swiss adjusts the fire ghoul in his lap, letting him sit there instead of on the cold tile. Dew wraps his legs around his waist and squeezes, trying to communicate something. Swiss doesn’t expect him to be able to. That’s fine with him.
“I got you.” Swiss soothes. “You’re safe.” His hand, large and warm even for Dew, presses against Dew’s neck and rubs soothing circles into his skin. He feels Swiss pull his hair back and tie it up out of his face. How strangely thoughtful of him.
Dew whines against Swiss’ shoulder, trying to get a word out. His body still refuses to let him get a single sound out. It’s so frustrating. It’s infuriating.
“Stop trying to talk.” Swiss says. “It’s not gonna make it get better, firefly.” He runs his hand down Dew’s back, soothing and gentle. Dew gives up and gives in. He’d rather be doing this with Aether. Aether has seen this side of him. Hell, Mountain has seen this side of him. But Swiss? This is weird. It’s uncomfortable and new and Dew hates it. He’d rather be anywhere else.
“Can I carry you upstairs?” Swiss asks. “Can I give you a bath?”
Dew stills. That’s awfully kind of him. What’s the catch? What’s he trying to get out of Dew?
“Stop thinking.” Swiss scolds. “I just want to fucking help you, okay?”
Dew doesn’t need help. He can bathe himself. He’s not some stray kit who has bugs who needs someone to clean him and care for him.
“Let me take care of you. Just tonight.” Swiss says, leaning away from Dew slightly. “Please stop denying yourself some fucking kindness already.”
Dew stares at him for a moment before looking down. His brows are knit together tightly before Swiss places his hands on his face and lifts his head. He watches Dew with sad eyes as he sighs, brushing a stray hair out of his face. It falls back immediately, making Swiss smile sadly.
“I’m just gonna run the bath for you and make sure you’re okay. I’m not asking for anything else, Dew.” Swiss reassures. Dew stares at him before slowly nodding. That’s fine. He’s okay with that.
“Okay?” Swiss checks. Dew nods again. Swiss nods back. He lifts Dew up, letting the fire ghoul adjust himself as he presses his face into Swiss’ neck. He really doesn’t want to be seen like this right now.
“There we go.” Swiss sighs. “I got you. I’ll take care of you, baby.”
Dew would really like that.
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vrtuallsoul · 9 days
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She’s so pretty I’m gonna cry owemji ARGFAFWTFA like her natural wavy hair I NEEDDDDDD
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the-card-of-clubs · 7 months
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yeeeeooowwwccchhhh
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sideblague · 8 months
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rockin-it-rusty · 8 months
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Based on the tommyinnt video from yesterday
I've never drawn lizzy before also it's from memory
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boggyjelly · 23 days
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Thingy I made last month 🤧🧚🏾‍♂️
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miguel-owhora · 4 months
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FUCK THE BRITISH i would fr join the shadow company like yeah id probably die the moment i step foot on the fields but i would rather die than join the british / europeans 👍
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