#colli's writings

[calamaricollie]

Behold, my sappiest (and longest) Lari comic yet, I hope ya'll enjoy some tooth-rottingly sweet fluff UvU

More of me rambling under the cut:

Honestly I was so worried about posting this one, I wrote it when I was really needing some comfort so it turned out very sweet, less humorous than my other shitten stuff, but hey if you've watched and liked my animatic that's what you're here for anyways >:)

As much as I love feral Nari I just love writing him being all soft and chilled out tbh, this cat has been fully domesticated over years of TLC (Tender Lamb Care), I just hope others like it as much as I do too :p

[tsarjozinzbazin]

the lieutenants as dogs!

[dillomancy]

Finally saw the movie Isle of Dogs and I think it's my new therian vibes movie

[heylittleriotact]

⚰ＷＩＰ ＷＨＥＮＥＶＥＲ⚰

I've been tagged by @xxnashiraxx and love seeing their work pop up on my dash - thank you <3

The Soup du Jour is... smut! Plotless, pointless, porntacular, horny Emmrook smut.

We've got praise kinks, we've got flashing, we've got grinding, we've got trying-to-distract-this-poor-man-from-his-work, we've got Rook biting off more than she can chew when Emmrich calls her bluff. It is in this piece that I am (ultimately) going to make good on my threat of Emmrich reciting erotic poetry intimately into Rook's ear while he makes deeply passionate love to her, because that idea has lived rent-free in my head for days now and I need to manifest it. But first I need Rook to be a brat, and for Emmrich to... deal with that.

I was having doubts about this one because I am forever afraid of writing OOC, but honestly I'm just trying to chuck it in the fuck it bucket and have fun.

Tagging: @preciouslittlebhaalbae (you have TIME now MWAHAHAHA), @allofthebarks (don't hold out on me), @emmg (I know you're cooking 👀)

Under the cut because it is ✨EXPLICIT✨

𝒱𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃:

A funeral event where the prepared body of the deceased is reposed in the casket (open or closed) so that mourners may pay their respects, say their goodbyes, and grieve communally prior to the formal funeral service.

She knew exactly what she was doing when she pulled on the flimsy little camisole. She had very specific plans in mind when she slipped into the thin leggings that she knew were just a little too tight. There was a distinct reason she had chosen to completely forgo underthings. 

She tied her thick hair into a low bun at the base of her skull so her neck was clearly visible… as was the somewhat faded love bite from their previous encounter - the one that made Lace turn beetroot when she laid eyes on it at breakfast. The one that prompted Taash to reach over the table with a congratulatory high five. Emmrich had coughed awkwardly and subtly adjusted his own collar, clearly hoping the marks Amina had left on his neck in return were concealed.

She padded barefoot down the hallway to the laboratory, stomach fluttering and turning on itself in a not unpleasant way with the sheer anticipation of being in his proximity again. She couldn’t help but be drawn to him - his immense gravity could not be ignored; her need to be near him was insistent. She put little stock in the novelty of fate before Emmrich, but there was no doubt in her mind that there must have been some sort of cosmic ruling in which they were unwittingly sentenced by the stars to find one another. Her belly smouldered at the thought of such a thing… of such belonging.

She knocked gently on the door. “It’s me - may I come in?” 

She didn’t have to wait for an answer, nor did she have to turn the knob herself: she heard a chair scuff over the flagstone, the muffled jingle of gold - a sound that set her heart racing more often than not these days - and the door was flung open. Emmrich stood in the threshold, beaming affectionately down at her. 

“Of course, darling.” He took her hand and pulled her into the room, reaching over her shoulder to shut the door once she was inside. She might have been embarrassed that the sound of the lock clicking behind her made her breath catch solely due to its implication, but she was having a hard time feeling much of anything but barely restrained lust for the man in front of her. 

He drew her in close with an arm around her waist, still holding her hand between them, massaging her palm with his thumb as he bowed his head to kiss her sweetly. Her knees went weak when his lips met hers and his familiar scent filled her nose, rendering her brain incapable of anything other than inwardly chanting the same base sentiment over and over for as long as the kiss lasted: Home! Home! Home! Home! You’re home!

He straightened and looked at her, smiling as though he hadn’t heard the hungry little moan that had slipped from her, nor perceived the way she’d pressed as much of her body against him as she could during their embrace. “How are you today?” He asked, genuinely interested - as always. He knew. Surely he knew that she was positively bursting with need for him.

“Fine,” she breathed, returning the smile, watching as he started back towards the desk that was covered with books, inkpots, and parchment. “I’m well, thank you. Just thought I’d come say hello, see what you’re up to.”  

He pulled a chair over to the opposite side of the desk for her to sit on. She opted to remain standing instead, her eyes flitted over the pages of drying ink spread over the desk. 

“More letters home?” She waited until he was settled in his chair again, the quill back in his hand, and she bent at the waist to take a closer look at a recent anatomical drawing he’d completed. She could feel the cozy heat of the laboratory caress the exposed peaks of her breasts as the insubstantial shirt draped downward, offering a generous eyeful to anyone who might be sitting directly across from her. 

Her eyes flicked up from the drawing when Emmrich didn’t answer right away, a clever smile pulling at the corners of her mouth when she caught him red-handed; his eyes locked on the dainty swell of her breasts. 

He came to his senses when he felt her eyes on him and he comprehended the coquettish smirk on her face. “Yes.” He licked his lips. “Yes. Maintaining alliships and channels of communication is vital as we draw closer to our confrontation with the gods.” He swallowed and smiled again as Amina straightened and rounded the desk, settling against the wood on his side now.

“A fine plan,” she concurred, leaning back on her hands, her very visible nipples more or less eye level for the handsome academic to admire. “I hope I’m not distracting you: it’s so rare that I get a few hours to just relax these days.” She made a bit of a show of tilting her chin up and slowly rolling her head from side to side, stretching out the muscles of her neck and making sure Emmrich could see the soft plum-tinted bloom of colour he’d imparted on her skin as he sent her over the edge with his name on her lips, buried to the hilt between her legs as she clenched hard around him, her fingers curled tightly in his soft, thick hair. ‘You are incredible, darling,’ he had sighed against her tingling skin afterwards when they were little more than a tangled, panting heap of limbs. It had taken a good hour after that before she could walk again…

Amina squirmed against the desk a little at the thought, aware of the burgeoning wetness that was accumulating at the juncture of her thighs. 

Somehow Emmrich managed to maintain the discipline required to look back at the letter he was working on, his lips curling quaintly. “Not at all, my dear - quite the contrary in fact: I’m so glad that you’re finally taking some time to look after yourself.” He dipped the quill, tapped it once, twice, and then brought it to the paper.

She observed him in silence until he seemingly made peace with the fact that she was not going to sit on the chair he’d brought over for her, and instead pushed his own back slightly, pulling her down onto his lap where she perched gleefully, having gotten what she wanted. 

“I must concede that you are somewhat distracting, so I will need your assistance in proofreading these before they’re sent out - I do have an academic reputation to maintain, regardless of the beautiful woman on my knee.” 

“Is that so?” Amina purred, nuzzling into his neck, her lips barely ghosting over his skin that smelled organic and clean - crisp soap and freshly cut sage… a lingering hint of pipe tobacco and expensive brandy. 

Oh yes, she was going to be one hell of a distraction…

“She sounds like a real piece of work, this woman. It’s a marvel that you get anything done at all with her around.” She tilted her hips ever so slightly. Not enough for it to be claimed that she was trying to get a rise out of him, but enough so that the fingernails of his left hand dug into her side a little where he gripped her. A pleased smile took her lips at the feeling of him against her, already half hard: he could pretend to be aloof and composed all he liked, but she knew that there was only one possible outcome for this encounter. 

“I was just having a similar thought, as it turns out,” he murmured, breath catching slightly when Amina ground against him more deliberately this time. “She’s cornered me in my laboratory no fewer than three times this week, you see: my productivity has utterly plummeted.”

The way he whispered those words, his voice so sinful and cunning…

“Oh dear…” Amina tutted. “Well we can’t have that now, can we?” She moved to slide from his lap, fully prepared to at least pretend that she cared a whit about Emmrich’s ‘productivity’ of late. 

He held her fast though, keeping her on his lap with his hands and arms, and the sheer fact of his existence alone. She rewarded him with a satisfied hum and another agonizingly slow roll of her hips, suspecting that she was probably beginning to soak through her thin pants.

His hand dropped from her waist to her thigh and he palmed the expanse of hard muscle there, dragging his fingers towards her hip as he leaned forward and his hot breath washed over the sensitive shell of her ear, driving a small gasp from her as she flinched in his grasp: he had not been idly boasting during that dinner date about his anatomical prowess.

“I fear I wouldn’t have it any other way…” he confided, those artful, nimble fingers of his straying to her waistband and slipping beneath it. He sharply inhaled through his teeth and uttered a soft ‘oh’ when he found her waiting for him, slick and needy. There was a slight tremor in his voice when he said, “She is intoxicating, you see…”

She moaned encouragingly as he swirled a finger through her, clearly enjoying the experience of her arousal alone: she could distinctly feel his hardness against her rear now.

Oh how she longed to ravish him - ride him to completion on this very chair, or on the floor perhaps. Maybe against one of the many bookshelves that lined the room - they had dallied against one the week before, her leg hitched up around his thin waist, pulling him deeper as he set a pace that stole her breath from her lungs and hit angles that caused her to see stars. 

Or she could bend over the railing of the balcony upstairs and feign interest in the curious nature of their environs while he slammed into her over and over again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips… 

Of course there had been the rather awkward instance a few days earlier where Manfred had wandered in on them both in a state of partial undress: Emmrich’s waistcoat hanging open, Amina dragging her hands through his hair, her own shirt piled in a careless heap on the floor nearby and Emmrich’s hand down her pants as she tried to kick off her high-heeled lilac slippers without removing her lips from his skin. Manfred had launched himself between the two of them with a consternated hiss, clearly interpreting their entanglement to mean they were fighting instead of well… the other thing. The following day, Emmrich gave his first in a series of many lectures to Manfred about the birds and the bees - and reiterated the invaluable virtue of always knocking before entering a room that might have someone else in it.

She was snapped from her musing at the sublime sensation of Emmrich’s finger dragging along the ridges of her walls as he slid the digit inside of her. She let out a small gasp at the intrusion and reflexively clenched around it, hips rocking against his once more. 

“... but I really must finish these letters.” There was a playful, coy edge to his voice as he slowly withdrew his finger and slowly pushed it back in. “This striking woman of mine will need to exercise patience today, it seems…”

Something about being his striking woman in particular sent a jolt of arousal straight through her very soul. She could feel the cool metal of his rings against her feverish skin as he cupped her sex, his thumb brushing almost tauntingly over her aching clit. 

“Please, Emmrich…” she whined, arching up into his touch, making her need plain. 

The demonstration of manners earned her a second finger, but her lover did not deviate from his task as he leaned forward, dipped the quill, and began to write once more. “In good time, my precious love,” he soothed. “Try to relax for the time being - I shan’t take long.” 

“It feels so good though…” 

“That’s wonderful, darling - I want you to feel good.” 

She fell silent, the wind in the sails of her desire to argue stilling as she let her head fall against the back of the chair and closed her eyes, allowing herself to exist in the moment - holding on tight to every emphatic response of her nervous system as Emmrich touched her with a capable familiarity that suggested he’d touched her a thousand times before; the erotic symphony of the quill scratching over the parchment mingled with the sound of his fingers moving within her… her breathy moans… his many bangles shifting gently with each purposeful gesture…

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured eventually - she had lost track of time - kissing her shoulder before returning to the letter. He had to be nearly done, hadn’t he? “So good for me… my sweet Amina…”

She whimpered at his words - the reverent praise tolling something deep within her that was starved and lonely. She writhed on his thigh as he placed tender kisses all over her cheek and crooked his fingers, stroking that euphoric place inside of her that made cognizant thought impossible and made her thighs tremble like she’d been in the training hall all day. He took her apart slowly, casually… effortlessly, and before long she was fluttering around him, cheeks and lips flushed a delicate pink, staring down an orgasm that was about to be everyone in the building’s business - she could feel it: the deep fire in her belly roiling and twisting on itself, going taut, so tense and eager that one more touch could snap it, yielding the most decadent release…

And then he was gone, the absence of his touch keenly felt as her walls flexed and tensed around the sudden nothingness. 

She glowered at him, though her stomach flip-flopped enthusiastically as she watched him taste her on his slender fingers with a dignified poise she should have expected. “That was cruel.”

“Is it cruel to strive to linger in a garden of untold majesty forever, even knowing forever is unobtainable?” He stroked those same fingers gently over her lips and she caught the tip of one between her teeth, flicking the very tip of her tongue over the fleshy pad of it. “I want to savour you, my dear.” He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her scent. “Let me take my time.”

[libbydd]

my completely self indulgent furry clannibal obsession.

[pa-pa-patato]

Cuphead ran.

He ran and ran and kept on running, He needs to get away He needs to make sure his brother was alright

Oh his poor darling little brother, he had nothing to do with this

Devil’s voice echoed around him as he kept running.

But that didn’t matter to you? Did it Cuphead?

Dice said his voice ringing in his head making him trip.

What did he expect? Trusting you? HA! What a fool.

Hat laughed walking towards him.

Your selfish! How could you do that your own brother!?

A disordered voice of his father echoed all around.

And I won’t be the only one that suffers because of you.

Mugman continued walking towards him before stopping right in front of him and pulling his face forcing him to look to the side. His throat went dry as he saw bodies of his beloved.

You just had to have them huh!? You had to be selfish and keep them close!? We’ll look at them! Look at what you’ve done!

Tears stung his eyes still watching the rotting corpses of his lovers as he listened to all them yell before hearing his own voice speak up

Look at what your love did

Cuphead gasped looking up the ceiling as he felt cold sweat dripping down his face, he could feel a body beside him so he turned to look at who it was.

He completely stopped moving when he saw it was Bendy and he wasn’t moving, he looked pale- oh stars-he’s dead! He’s actually dead!

He didn’t want this to happen! He didn’t mean to! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-

Ba-dump Ba-dump Ba-dump

Huh? What’s that?

It’s okay, everything’s alright, we’re safe

Holly? He can hear he voice tho it was muffled, he slowly started to calm down as he realized the sound he was hearing was Bendy’s heartbeat and he could now feel Holly carefully running her hand through his hair.

He was at the house. Holly stayed over cause rain started pouring in. Bendy got an attack in the middle of the night. Holly went out to get him some water and put away his clothes to wash. They are okay. They are safe

His love didn’t burn them

Prompt used:

[iteratorsex]

Crack theory time but what if Scavengers were actually the ones who were designed to be pets, and not lizards?

They're colorful and full of variation and personality, likely smart enough to play with a kid and use tools but not really enough to hurt anybody

They obviously have evolved outside of this niche, but I think it's why they look and act like that

[st4rkissedwebz]

||Treat me like a dog. And I will bite like a dog.||

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It was the same. Doing the same thing, choosing the same path over and over again. But this time. It felt different. Something felt..wrong.

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You ran to the exit but like always. It was closed shut with planks. You never choose to pick up the damn axe no matter what, perhaps you would have escaped once. If you Just did.

You heard a noise coming from the other room, you walked there, kneeling before the injured figure, this happened too many times to the point where you memorized every one of his lines, to the point your brain didnt bother focusing on what he was saying. He handed you a map, you got it and walked away. a simple apology leaving your lips like always.

You walked, not bothering to answer your 'friends' questions. You never answered.

You Just ran into a drone, striking without hesitation, it spilled wires like the last time before falling limp onto the ground.

You made your way to the cabin pushing the door open, you knew what was gonna happen but despite that you acted, you performed perfectly like always. Cowering like a fool as the security tore into him, you ran to the button as he told you to. You ran as fast as you can, the war cry's of the employee's Just encouraged you more to reach the button.

As you reached it and pressed the button, the sound of an alarm, the red lighting of the room..you turned back, being face to face with an employee. You let out a breqth you didnt even know you were holding

That was close.

This wasnt a victory, but.. it always felt so good feeling that useless hope again and again everytime you pressed that button. No matter what was gonna happen in a few minutes when you stepped through that door.

You walked through the now motionless employee's the sun hitting your face, the birds chirping, before leaving you turned around, to give one 'last' curtain bow

..

Something was wrong.

You didnt have enough time to react before someone dragged you into the dark.

It wasnt him this time.

The only thing you managed to realize and remember before it all went blank was that you didnt saw him on the ground next to security like you did before this loop.

[regular-gnome]

HELLO I LOVE YOUR ART AND EVERYTHING YOU DO

btw ,we've seen your future collector,(love him btw)

but what about king ,what happened to that baby in the future ,

did he repopulate the titans ,did go on a bunch of cool magical adventures with collie ,

I NEED TO KNOW RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Soo, King was fine for a while but there is few things

First I think Collie after WaD went back to archive, mostly because I refuse to belive owl family just left a literal child go alone in the void and isolate themseves and knowing Collector doesnt do well with lonlyness they went somewhere, the fact that we see everyone alright few years later during Luzs Kingcenera would mean it didnt go catastrophically bad

The archivists very much, do not like titans or want them around, especially after the whole war. The possiblity of it having been for nothing and letting titans just come back via King is not really a option they would let happen. Collie after learning implications of mortality and what reallly happend to other freinds wouldnt just let them take King so they struck a deal for his life. The archivists will leave him be as long as Collector ensures he is the last titan left in the demon realm. What basically means they dont want him to run into other realms or there being more titans down the line, as long as this is met King is free to have adventures and free to live his life, something that is a happy ending

The issue starts if King does have a kid. We know there is only one parent needed to have a kid so if left alone titans would bounce back thanks to King. So if that happens the deal is broken, King isnt the last titan left and the archivists come back killing. At least killing the young titan, and in the process parent who tried to protect it. That I do not belive would do well for their relationship with Collie who would split afterwards from them. What happens next depends on what will happen with the mortal realms they vist, maybe theyll try settle on diffrent worlds trying to prvent its extincions, maybe theyll establish own lonesome archive. Maybe they'll get fed up with inevitable extincions of worlds that theyll come back to their siblings on own terms. Older and more sticktly work related, with bearly any conversation outside as the overall goal to preserve worlds isnt a bad one, its their methods and approach. If they didnt just go 0 to 100 and kill titans they might have been a useful asset, as their magic deals with life and that would be priceless for worlds that do not do well

Sorry guys, I dont belive in happy endings

[dillomancy]

Thinking about doing a rewrite for my therian based writing practice story so it's actually legible to post on like ao3, it's just a fun way for me to keep writing something, a What If scenario based on several dreams I've had of random people (including myself) turning into dogs. Idk if anyone wants to read it but it'd have mature themes mixed with domestic slice of life stuffs

Edit: first chapter posted here on my page :3

[colosseumofblahaj]

Helen Richardson still technically works for Wolverton Kendrick. She never had a chance to leave, not before Michael got side-tracked by his blind anger and the Distortion decided that it was perhaps time for a change. And it has decided not to resign.

It has decided to use this to its advantage.

TMA Secret Santa Gift for @shedk1d!

(run by @cherrysushi845)

[echo-goes-mmm]

Ambrose and Elliot #13

Masterpost

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Warnings: implied past torture

Ambrose didn’t want to get up. His bed was too warm and cozy and the world outside was too cold and sad. And he wasn’t sure how to tackle last night’s… situation. He dealt with a lot of… uncomfortable problems before, but handling a murder was far simpler than Elliot’s complicated and frankly horrific history. 

 Ambrose needed to get ahead of it. Sooner rather than later. 

He slipped out from underneath the covers, and pulled on some warmer clothes. The weather had cooled off more than expected. 

Elliot was by his door with a mug of chamomile tea. Just how Ambrose liked it. And the bathrobe Elliot had borrowed hung on the coat rack. Definitely sooner than later.

Ambrose took the mug from Elliot. 

“Thank you, love. Have you eaten breakfast?” asked Ambrose. He dug through his dresser, looking for some more clothes Elliot could borrow. 

“Yes, sir. Bread with butter and jam.”

“Good job,” He handed Elliot the change of clothes. “How about you wear these? Katie should have something for you later today, but you should get something clean right now.”

“Yes, sir.” Elliot began to pull off his shirt.

“No, I mean… How about you change and I’ll go get something to eat. I’ll meet you downstairs, alright?” Elliot paused.

“Um. Okay.”

Off to a good start. Or at least, a better start. How did Elliot know how Ambrose took his tea? Hmm. He needed to be more observant. It wasn’t a particularly harmful practice, but it was the principle of the thing. 

One day at a time, he told himself. You can’t take care of everything at once.

Bread with butter and jam did sound pretty good.

Elliot came downstairs as Ambrose was finishing up.

“Good idea on breakfast. And thank you for the tea, it was kind of you to make it for me. You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.” Elliot flushed a little, and the twitch of his mouth told Ambrose that was the right move. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you last night. I shouldn’t have.” He took a long sip of the tea, focusing on the way it warmed him, the scent, the taste. He thought over what to say next.

“Yesterday, when I said we could relax, I meant we didn’t have any work to do. That we could spend time however we wanted. I didn’t mean to imply anything.”

Elliot looked down at the table, as if being chastised. That wasn’t ideal, but right now Ambrose needed to tackle the big problems.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll do better. Is… is there another way I can be helpful to you?” 

Redirecting Elliot’s nervous energy couldn’t hurt. Maybe having something to do could prevent another… incident. Like a distraction.

“Well… I suppose there are a few chores that would go faster with some help. If you don't mind, of course.”

Elliot’s eyes lit up. 

As they worked through the day, Ambrose noticed that Elliot seemed more confident in his movements. Cheerful, even. And his strength was returning. He could carry more wood to the shed, he walked without a sway or stumble, and he only needed a break once more than Ambrose. Good.

Elliot was practically delighted to dust the windows (which Ambrose hadn’t gotten to yesterday), and jumped at the chance to help prepare that night's dinner. Why? What was so special about being ordered around like a-

Oh.

Elliot had been someone’s slave. He’d probably been told exactly what to do at all times. Ambrose wasn’t distracting him with tasks at all. Elliot wasn't just compelled to obey, wasn't just nervous without directions, he had a conditioned need to be useful, and Ambrose had told him how.

Last night was a direct result of Ambrose unintentionally letting him stew in uncertainty for the past week. He was taking initiative, because Ambrose didn’t. He’d latched on to an otherwise innocuous comment because it gave him an in. A purpose. 

Fuck. 

He couldn’t just tell Elliot “everything you’ve been taught is wrong and your purpose in life is to be happy”, as if that would magically solve his problems. 

But Elliot was happy, right now, anyway. Ambrose wasn’t going to take that from him. 

It’s not like Elliot had any hobbies. What was Ambrose supposed to tell him? ‘Sit alone in your room and do nothing?’

After all, Ambrose built Hearthwood just to have something to do. He liked working; he didn’t need the money. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Sure, Elliot’s enthusiasm came from fear, but maybe in the long term, Ambrose could help him mold it into a more positive thing. 

Baby steps.

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Master Ambrose had given him chores. The sheer relief soothed his mind like a balm. He could sink back into thoughtlessness and Ambrose would care about him like his old master never had. 

And this new rule- ‘no sex’- lifted a weight in his chest Elliot didn’t know he had. 

Elliot cleaned the windows until they sparkled. He helped carry more wood to the shed, and Ambrose was so pleased with him. 

It was so simple. The world was too complicated for a thing like Elliot, and now he didn’t have to deal with it. Just do as Ambrose says. And Ambrose didn’t need complicated seduction or entertainment. He just needed some chores done. Crushing dried spices for Ambrose was infinitely better than getting the whip for his Master’s amusement.

There was a tiny part of him that was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Ambrose still hadn’t punished him. Maybe it was because Elliot hadn’t technically broken any rules yet. 

What would happen if he did? What kind of Master was Ambrose? Elliot was on a very long leash, but maybe that leniency meant a severe punishment in return. After all, breaking a rule that was so generous would be a terrible offense. He could imagine how it would go: I’ve been so good to you, and this is how you repay me? Ambrose would take the price of his kindness out of Elliot’s hide, and the leash he was on would grow shorter.

But it was a small part of him, and it was ignorable. 

Katie had dropped off most of his new clothes, and Jennifer and her siblings and delivered the furniture. His room looked really nice now, and Katie had even given him a new green and blue blanket as a present. It was so warm, and he loved it.

Ambrose had been smiling at him all day. After months of no guiding light, he was the sun. 

Elliot hadn’t believed him when Master said everything would be okay, but he did now. 

As long as he didn’t mess it up.

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[pa-pa-patato]

“What’s the matter with your arm dearie?”

Granny’s sweet voice made all of then turn and look at Bendy who seemed Okay?

“Hmm? Oh! I got a bit hurt earlier today but don’t worry I already made sure everything’s good” Bendy explained pointing at his arm but not pulling his sleeve down to show how bad the injury was making Dr. Oddswell squint, “Would you mind if I take a look at your arm Bendy?” He asked the demon who looked a bit annoyed now. “Don’t worry about me doc I’ve been doing this ever since me and Boris were kids” Even tho he was smiling everyone could tell he really didn’t want him looking at his arm “It’s true” Boris pitched in not even looking up from his plate “he found an old medical record book or something so instead of stealing medicine and other things he’d just make them himself” His brother nodded looking proud of himself.

“I would still like to take a look” Dr. Oddswell pushed “I am fiiiiine, It’s just a broken arm! I’ve been doing this since I was like ten.” The room went silent aside from Boris eating as Bendy spoke “I’m actually surprised this didn’t happen during the quest” Bendy continued completely unaware of everyone’s horror at his words.

“Get up and let Oddswell take care of it” Reds words left no room for argument, “….yes ma’m” Bendy’s tail that was previously swinging around fell as he answered her.

Thirty minutes later Bendy had a cast and list of things he should and shouldn’t be doing.

Bendy is annoyed at the cast has been for a few days now, and today is especially annoying.

He managed to get everyone off his case about helping him change helping in general, unfortunately, he happened to walk into Warners while they were pranking Jerry and while most of it missed him some of it still ended up in his hair which meant he had to ask someone for help.

Holly immediately asked if he wanted help when she saw him and he reluctantly said yes following her to the bathroom and passing Cupbros as they went, she let him have some of his dignity by letting him take off his shirt by himself as she prepared shampoo and checked the temperature of the water.

He sat on the floor next to the bathtub and turned his head letting Holly start washing his hair, They chatted for a bit before the door opened he couldn’t see who opened it but he did hear them get inside and sit a bit away from them. “Hi?” Oh! That’s Cup’s voice! “You need something?” Holly asked him still washing his hair, “No… was just bored” he and Holly weren’t doing anything exciting so he didn’t understand why he had come here but the look in Holly’s eyes told him she knew unfortunately she couldn’t share at that moment.

Bendy could feel the tension in the room and half wondered if he should tell Holly that by now his hair must be sparkling with how clean it is, but he bit his tongue letting them be silent with each other he ain’t getting dragged into their couple drama.

“Hey, Bendy have you ever seen couples in hell with more than one partner?” Cup suddenly questioned “Cup. You said you wouldn’t” Holly gritted out before he could respond “I lied. Well, bendy?”

Oh,stars- Why him? Why are they bringing their relationship problems to him of all people? He literally never even dated anyone!

“Ummm yes?” Don’t ask him what he thinks of them Don’t ask him what he thinks of them Don’t ask him what he thinks of them- “What do you think of them?” Cuss!

“W-well it’s their relationship and they all agreed to that kinda of relationship so good for them” he could see Holly glaring to the side where Cup probably was. “And would you be interested in that kind of relationship?” Stars could he not tell he didn’t wanna continue this conversation!? “I- ummm…..yes” he answered truthfully cause he would want that kind of relationship, loving someone and having someone who he also loves love both him and his partner but that doesn’t mean he wants to help his friend convince his girlfriend that they should open up their relationship!

He could see Holly relax a bit a little twinkle in her eyes. What? Wait-is Holly the one that who to open the relationship and is trying to get Cup to go along with it!? Was Cup trying to have him help him!? What the hell is happening!?

Holly finally finally turned off the water and handed him a towel he took it and practically ran out of the bathroom! Or well… he tired Cuphead was blocking the door like he knew he would run He probably did, that shumuckum

The smile he gave was anything but innocent as he spoke “Don’t you need help to dry your hair?” Bendy could hear Holly putting stuff away “i didn’t wanna bother Holly after she spent so much time washing my hair” he prayed that Cup would just take that excuse and let him leave “What am I chopped liver? Come on I’ll help you out” of course he didn’t. Damn it!

He kept his head down as all three of them exited the bathroom and went into Cups and Boris’s room Boris was out with Felix so he wasn’t there at the moment to his displeasure he could have signaled to him to help him and be done with this, Cup sat on the bed and pulled him down putting him in between his legs he saw Holly rolling her eyes smirking as she went to sit next to them.

He spent most of his time there fidgeting with his fingers trying to ignore how he could now feel every single touch the two gave him no matter how small or light while they talked amongst themselves like this was just a regular Tuesday afternoon, “done” Cup chirped up and the moment those words left his mouth Bendy was out the door not hearing the rest of their conversation.

He hates it when they get touchy with him!

Prompt used

[calamaricollie]

"I'm making this AU just for horny stuff lol" famous last words

Alternatively:

His smug ass face haunts me every night

[hells-greatestdad]

// alsooo. for stuff like PTSD and C-PTSD or RSD or other trauma disorders.... the reason, I think, it doesn't always get better with time, is our mental disorders actively keep that trauma alive. PTSD flashbacks re-traumatize you and keep that experience alive and fresh. Even small triggers re-affirm negative beliefs that arose from the trauma.

So healing from that stuff requires you to dig deep. You have to get down to the bottom of it and figure out where those beliefs began, try to examine and sus out the facts. It takes a damn lot of time.

Thiiis is based off my own experiences, stuff I've read from others experiences, and also just... reading from my own curiosity. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

[st4rkissedwebz]

You walked out of the freezer after 4-5 minutes. It was..quite painful but its better than being cannibalized by a creature double your size. Or getting your skin ripped out by a walking corpse.

You walked around the mall,looking for bandages to stop the bleeding on your arm.

It was a foolish idea to open that cage

You were lucky you made it alive.

You walked into an empty medical room,the walls stained with blood.

Medical equipment and...some pieces of viscera on the ground. From the way it was spilled onto the ground you asssume someone met the faith you would have met if you werent fast enough to escape him.

You looked away from the ground,pushed away the urge to gag because of the smell and the scene.

You walked to one of the drawers,opened it.

Rats.

And even more viscera. Someone. Something stored it here as if like it would need it someday.

You pushed away the pieces and the dead rats to pick up the bandages,was it a good idea to use them? The rats might be diseased. The viscera slightly staining it might cause an infection.

...

You will be fine. If you get out of here you will see a doctor incase of an infrction. You cant risk getting caught because of the scent of the blood. And the trails it left behind because it dripped from the wound onto the floor.

You wiped away the remaining stuff from the roll of bandage and continued to look for stuff

A clean piece of cloth..its suprising its not stained with anything. You're lucky you can clean the wound and patch it up without an issue for now.

You did Just that. Wiped the blood off with the cloth. It did hurt a bit. Caused you to flinch. But the pain was nothing compared to what would happen if they sensed the scent.

You wrapped the bandage around the wound once you were done cleaning it

You took a deep breath

The other drawers were empty. Other than more Dead animals and some body parts. Someone was really storing all of them. For what..?

You pushed the thoughts and question away. It was not the time to think why it was storing all that. You need to get out of this hell hole.

You walked out of the medical room.

You frooze.

...

Something was in the hallway.

Staring at you.

Your breath caught on your throat.

You stayed still hoping it would leave.

It stared atyou for a while. Taking a few steps forward

It got close enough for you to see what it was..

The walking corpse..with a cloak..

You squinted your eyes to take in the details more clearly.

You wish you didnt.

The cloak. The material it was made out of wasnt silk.

Or cotton.

Or anything like that.

It was skin.

You felt your stomach drop

You pushed back the urge to gag once again

You held your breath

It stared down at you for a while before walking away into another hall..

You did the right thing by staying jn that freezer despite the corpses in there.. it couldnt sense any warmth.

You did the right thing by cleaning and cleaning up the wound.

Perhaps it didnt sense the scent of the blood. Or the smell of the dead rats made it think it was Just some rodents running around the hall..

You continued walking once you were sure you were safe.