#Rhhhhhhhh

[bobsaname]

I just spent 30 dollars on shiping supplies overhead cost my beloathed

[ratcandy]

no I'm NOT also planning a self-indulgent side fic to this other fic I haven't even figured out a solid plan for yet GO AWAY

[freakysaken-headcanons]

Going insane RAHHHHH RHHHHHHHH warning angst

007n7 has developed such a Complex from all the survivors and some killers using him like a sex toy. He cant tell what complex it is but it exists.

He's paranoid that no interaction is genuine, everything's just a ploy to fuck. Even being killed isn't because the killer wants him dead necessarily, he's started to believe him being killed is the killer getting a way to use his body without needing to jump through whatever hoops there are. To just be free use.

But at the same time, he deserves this. He's fucked over the lives of these people one way or another in the past, this is like some sort of repentance for it. For being a hacker, for being destructive, for being a stupid college student in his youth. He deserves to just be the used up toy, to be ignored when you dont have a boner in your pants or a wet spot in your underwear. To be disregarded.

Sometimes, randomly he'll go in the middle of the night to the cabin living room and sleep there. Mostly on nights where he's fucked. He doesn't feel totally safe on his own bed, he doesn't feel like he could sleep in it at all. That's where he's used. The couch is the closest place he can use for sleep. He doesn't want to cuddle after being used because it feels fake. He doesn't know if he could directly say no to anyone when they ask for sex so instead he just moves to the living room to avoid more sex when he can't take it. And with how much more orgies and trains are happening not in any bedroom but on the couch, he might just have to find another spot soon enough.

And even if he does, he's sure that spot is gonna be tainted like the couch and his bed.

- ourple

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[puddlesl1me]

grrp

rhhhhhhhh

[actual-changeling]

crowley and me both rn

After some hesitation, I decided to post a piece of a fic draft I've been working on (the very start of it, really). Aziracrow, post season 2, and if I manage to see it to completion, it'll be a hurt/comfort, fix-it fanfic (because of course it is).

People frequenting Whickber Street have noticed a peculiar weather phenomena: for a good couple of weeks now, dark storm clouds wouldn't leave the small area surrounding the "A. Z. Fell & Co" bookshop, and every day a heavy rain would fall, lasting precisely 66 minutes and 6 seconds at a time. What they haven't noticed, however — an amusing coincidence, really — is that it all started on the day the owner of said bookshop disappeared, and would end the day he came back.

"Why are you not inside?"

Crowley's demon heart starts racing from hearing a familiar voice, but he makes an effort to not move an inch from his spot, and not even acknowledge the angel's presence. Crowley is sitting on the cold roof of the bookshop, drenched in water; damp, gross clothes and hair sticking to the skin. He hears a poof and there's a big, blindingly white wing over his head now. He stays silent. Instead of getting an answer, Aziraphale is met with the rain getting worse, almost turning into a hailstorm. It starts hurting his wing, but the angel is determined to stay right where he is until he gets a response.

"Haven't showered in a while. Figured, why not," Crowley finally says flatly after several minutes of silence with a shrug. He refuses to look at Aziraphale, instead observing people rushing down the street.

"You are being silly," Aziraphale responds without fondness.

"Can't you see I'm rain… uh, bathing? Move- move your stupid wing out of the way," Crowley stutters in a rush, feeling nervous all of a sudden. And stupid. And small.

"I am just trying to protect you."

"From my rain," the demon says, getting irritated now.

"No, from everything. Well, including your rain, I suppose.” Aziraphale wishes he was better with words.

Crowley shuts his eyes and squeezes a damp roof tile with the force of a python choking its prey to death. It crumbles into scorching hot, dry dust on some poor bastard's head. The demon still doesn't turn to face Aziraphale.

"You are not protecting me from shit," he hisses through gritted teeth.

"Alright, this is getting ridiculous," Aziraphale sighs and with a wave of hand makes the rain stop. Clouds finally part, sun rays hitting the ground below for the first time in a while. He begins to put his wing away.

Crowley's response is to wildly flail his hands in the air which brings both the clouds and the rain back. Aziraphale groans in annoyance and raises his wing over the demon again.

"This is a bit melodramatic, even for me," the angel says under his breath and waves the rain away, again. Crowley brings it back with a snap of his fingers.

"I can do this all day," Crowley responds without even a smirk Aziraphale would expect from him at a moment like this. Angel realizes he longs to see it again. He wants to say something about it, but decides against it.

"You are attracting quite the crowd," he notices instead.

At this point most of the people on the street pulled out their phones to record the rapidly changing sky. Crowley wiggles his fingers, and suddenly everyone remembers they have urgent business to attend to, leaving no time to be standing outside videotaping the weather or (especially) the two figures on the roof.

"Crowley, please,” Aziraphale says with the hint of desperation in his voice that doesn’t go unnoticed by Crowley. “We need to talk."

Crowley lets his head fall. Puffs his cheeks and lets out a sigh. Taps fingers on his knee. Frowns. Clenches and unclenches his jaw. Frowns again. Finally, he looks at Aziraphale over the shoulder as the sky gradually clears and the last rain drop falls on his face, and begrudgingly manages:

"Fine. Let's talk."

OKAY this was my first attempt at writing in about... 8 years, and my first ever time writing in English, a kind feedback would be appreciated!

[asiogie]

HOME 😭😭😭 THEYRE CALLING THEIR HOTEL HOME BC THAT IS WHERE THEYRE STAYING TOGETHER IM RHHHHHHHH

they are together 🥰

[ambagel]

WAIT MAINTENANCE IS OVER RHHHHHHHH

[trashbins-stuff]

i just wanna point out that whenever i see your posts i read them in the voice of bmo from adventure time due to that one ttc animation dispite having heard the clips of you recording your lines of what you said in ttc and i just wanted to say that (also i think you are very cool)

oh my frogs......dude thats sooo cool! yeah bmo has my dream voice hehe thank you 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 this is giving me voice euphoria rhhhhhhhh <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

[icarianlibrary]

RHHHHHHHH OMG OMG MY FAVORITE GAY MURDERER I LOVE HIM 🐺🎀🛐

changed the words a little—mostly because I just wanted to write Aristos Achaion somewhere

[crttvset]

im gonna fucking kms what

[milly-the-devil]

rhhhhhhhh give me nonsenses plz :3

battle kitchen nonsense or Cheesus Christ nonsesne? OuO

[youllgocrystalcrazy]

volontedacier replied to your video: ~~ Yes btw, I was referencing this. HEHEH.

*random Cortex gibberish noises*

   ~~ Neo: Rrrrr rmmhmmm hrhhhrrrr! RHHRHHRR!!! RHHHHHHHH!! Me: NEO, HONEY, USE YOUR WORDS.

[indiestsnake]

rhhhhhhhh loose cloaks my beloved you’re SO good at drawing those svhhdgvdvdsp

still amazing at drawing the robot ppl. wonderful amazing I love it. she’s beautiful

@maryymaruu I felt inspired, and your lovely is very pretty.

also @moodymuu i think your style of lineart is rubbing off on me but I'm not complaining it's v fun

(Real ones will flip the image horizontally to read the message on their feed >:3)

[spooky-spaghetties]

rhhhhhhhh it’s 5pm and i was on the road by 4am and i went home from my apartment to get my clothes and i put on my clothes and went to work and i was at work ALL day but then i did not get to go home i had to go to the mechanic because the splash guard on my beautiful car fell down and at the mechanic i found out my front tire is fucked and the wear patterns indicate i need realignment and now i’m buying two new tires and an alignment check and the repair i came in for and I’m still not at home! I just want to go home! I will pay whatever they want if they let me go home and take off my bra!!!

[wasteland-squog-baby]

RRRRhhh...rhhhhhhhh...*clearly causing agony with every step to those around himZ

*walking by, burning anything or anyone in his path, blinded by anger*

*avoiding them*

[vituris-spam]

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Yoooooo I'm open for personal questions now ! Bc I'm bored and hell and really don't feel like sleeping ahah, so just go ahead and ask anything really, personal or not It can even be about cereal