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came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat

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my cat had to go to the vet yesterday and she was not happy about it

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this messed up vintage cat sewing pattern has tormented me since i saw it & like some other folks have done in that post - i tried my hand at tweaking the pattern to resemble the illustration (and my personal tastes) a little more. i've ended up with this. i bestow it upon you nice folks now 👐

(update 2, added instructions & it's also on my Kofi!)

go forth and make weird little beanbag kittens! pls show me if you do!

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So, i redid a part in the story when (oh, SPOILER ALERT!), Chalakon gets exiled from the kingdom of Tegia by his father, after recieving a pummeling to the body and a trident to the guts.

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Chalakon remembered the harsh words of his father, alongside the agony from his father's weapon piercing into the flesh of his abdomen, blue blood dripping like a tiny river from his stomach, forehead, nose, cheek, tail, and limbs. Then darkness fell upon him.....

But now, he awoke to a duller pain, and a soothing warmth that was around his body. He tried to get out of where he laid, but his legs gave out under him due to the pain in his now bandaged abdomen.

He didn't expect the feeling of someone catching him, though.

Chalakon blinked, looking up to see who it was....

It was Wulf, a worried expression adorning his face.

"Hey..." Chalakon said, a vague sheepish grin on his face.

"What were you thinking?! You could have gotten yourself killed!" Wulf said.

"Well, if it wasn't me... you would have been dead..." Chalakon worried.

"I know, and I thank you for that" Wulf replied.

"Anytime." Chalakon sighed.

Wulf set chalakon back onto the bed before he sat down next to him.

"Aren't you rather calm for someone who just got exiled?" Wulf asked.

"Y-yeah, well..... you see, I was set to be betrothed to another royal, but....we weren't really fit for each other, I was never really at all attracted to women, i just saw them more as equals--friends if you will". Chalakon explained.

Chalakon hesitated again before continuing his explanation;

"And, It wasn't until you showed up that i realized that it was okay to love whoever i'd want, and... I felt like I wanted to actually act on that intrigue, it ended up with me being stabbed in the stomach, called some rather harsh words and exiled, but I feel like it may have been worth it, not to mention my curiosity for what laid beyond Tegia." Chalakon explained.

"Ah, I see." Wulf replied.

"Now, may I ask, why did you save me? I felt rather resigned to my fate." Chalakon asked.

"Well, you would probably need someone to accompany you through whatever the environment has to offer, and it's my way of returning the favor for you saving me twice now... not to mention that I-I happen to care about you...." Wulf explained.

"You care about me?" Chalakon asked.

"Of course, just like you, I felt rather resigned to my fate of dying, but.... you stepped in, tended to my wounds, and nursed me back to health." Wulf answered.

"Hm, so I guess that makes us even." Chalakon said.

"Yeah, I mean, i'd probably have to save you a second time then." Wulf replied.

Chalakon felt the sorrow weighing heavy in his heart, he held back what tears he could, but the translucent purple tears trickled down his face as he mourned what life he had before he'd been exiled as he quietly sobbed, huddling onto the bed, his tail curled up around his bruised and scratched ankles.

"Hey, you alright?" Wulf asked.

"No..." Chalakon quietly answered.

Wulf grabbed another blanket from a cabinet, placing it over Chalakon, making sure he was comfortable.

"Hey, you need anything else?" Wulf asked.

Without much hesitation, Chalakon pulled Wulf in for a hug, clearly needing one.

"Thanks..." Chalakon said, his voice having a hint of sorrow and exhaustion.

"Anytime." Wulf said softly.

Chalakon fell back asleep as he let go of Wulf.

Wulf got up, placing both blankets onto Chalakon, before he sat back down onto the chair that was near the bed where Chalakon laid, and wulf held Chalakon's hand.

"Sleep well...." Wulf said as he soon too drifted off to sleep.

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Whump dialogue prompts:

“How are you feeling? You’ve been asleep for quite awhile, so just try to take it easy for now, don’t push yourself.” “Just try and focus on me holding your hand, alright? Don’t think about what the medic’s doing, just focus on my hand, it’ll all be over soon.”

“Sit down, ________, that bandage really needs to be changed. No, don’t give me that look, you know I’m right.”

“Wow, _________, that’s really, really swollen. You just sit still and let me get you some ice, I’ll be right back.”

“If you’re in that much pain, you should really be resting instead of trying to cook. Why don’t you let me take care of this and go sit on the couch? I’ll bring you some food as soon as it’s done.”

“How are you even upright after that? Sit down before you pass out, you don’t need to hit the floor again today.”

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Finally, after a few months, it's done!

This was how Declan and Zachariah first met

Read below as it's long:

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Declan felt it, the searing pain of his own wings being torn from his back, he tried to fight against his assailant; but to no avail. The last of the tendons snapped away, leaving 2 gashes in declan's back, gashes that were once his wings.....

The dragonfly trooper carried the badly injured hornet to somewhere, before tossing him slightly up into the air and kicking him forcefully to the ground as a way to add more salt to the wound.

Declan's head swam as he saw the dragonfly trooper leave, flying away from view..... he got up, trying to find somewhere to go... Anywhere where he couldn't feel any more pain, as he heard muffled voices, and then he felt something hit his head, and everything then went dark....

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Charlotte was walking down the empty alleyway, clearly trying to stave off her boredom. She heard what sounded like a pained whimper, she turned around; only to see a man, unconscious and bruised, his body was only modestly covered by bits of scrap and junk that were piled atop of him, and he was bleeding.... Charlotte let out a yell of panic, she tried to calm herself down, she ultimately tried to get the unconscious man to a safer place; but Charlotte wasn't strong enough to drag the man out of there.

"I'll be back with someone, ok?" Charlotte said as she looked at the injured man, before she ran off

Declan slightly awoke, his vision hazed over, someone was looking over him, he heard this person speak, but his mind couldn't comprehend as his eyelids fluttered in exhaustion as the last pieces of his consciousness slipped from his grasp.

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Charlotte made it back home, opening the door quickly.

"GUYS!!!" Charlotte shouted.

Zachariah turned to Charlotte, seeing the distressed look on the lamprey tween's face.

"What's wrong, Charlotte?" Zachariah asked in concern.

"There's a guy in the alleyway, he's badly injured, please help!" She said, hastily getting a towel from a closet.

Charlotte then grabbed Zachariah's hand and led him to where the injured man was.

Soon, they were at the exact alleyway, the frigid rain pouring.

Zachariah saw the injured man, he was clearly in rough shape, and not wearing anything underneath the garbage that was piled atop of him.

Zachariah was shocked to say the least, why was someone this badly injured left naked in a garbage pile in the freezing cold rain on a particularly frigid autumn evening?

Zachariah draped the towel that charlotte handed him onto the unconscious man, and then picking him up in a bridal carry, before walking back home with Charlotte nearby.

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Zachariah had finally come back home, he placed the injured man on the ground, replacing the now rain-soaked towel with a dryer and warmer one. Zachariah got the supplies needed to patch up the injuries, before looking the man over in an attempt to see how he can heal this guy.

He noticed 2 symmetrical gashes on the man's shoulder blades, gashes that looked to be where an appendage was originally located. Zachariah started with tending to the wounds, cleaning out the dirt and debris from the injured man's back, causing the injured man to wince and let out a groan of pain. It took some time to clean the man's wounds out and resetting any broken bones on the man's body. Zachariah grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around the stranger's injuries, before clothing the wounded stranger in some simple heart printed boxer briefs and carrying the unconscious man to an alcove in the living room where there was a daybed to rest in; setting the man down and placing 2 warm blankets on his body.

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"Rest well, sir." Zachariah said.

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Declan's body was feverish, clearly showing signs of pneumonia. Zachariah placed a cold rag on declan's forehead, sitting the poor stranger up slightly with pillows in order to help him breathe better and make it easier for the phlegm to escape his throat. Zachariah would change the various bandages on Declan's body, cleaning the wounds out beforehand in order to make sure he wouldn't get extra sick from infections

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Declan's fever finally broke, but he was still too exhausted to awaken, most of his energy depleted from his body fighting off the pneumonia. He slept soundly, his head propped up by pillows, and his body swathed in bandages and warm quilts.

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Declan slowly came back to his senses, his body feeling like it had been crushed by a fallen building.

He opened his eyes to see a sepia toned alcove daybed, thick quilts were piled atop of him, keeping him warm.  His head swam, with occasional pulses of pain exuding from the shot nerves in his skull. He blinked a few times trying to clear the sparks of white-hot soreness from his vision.

He tried to sit up, but his vision briefly faded to white due to the searing pain in his back, unable to even stifle a groan.

"Please, save your strength" a voice said placing a hand against his shoulder.

Declan looked over at the person who was talking; it was a clean shaven man with short brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin who was dressed in a formal shirt with rolled up sleeves and a vest.

"W-Who are you?" Declan rasped, his throat dry with small flecks of dried blood intertwined throughout.

"Zachariah." The man said.

So, this man's name is Zachariah....

"Look, I can see that you might have some questions... and I will explain those to you.." Zachariah said.

"But first...what's your name, sir?" Zachariah asked.

Declan hesitated for a bit, how was he supposed to trust this guy?

"The name's....Declan..." Declan said.

"Alright, I guess I should possibly explain some stuff to you, Declan." Zachariah said.

"You're in the town of Vermilnia, It's somewhat like a mix of a village and a shanty town. You've been out cold for about a week or two--I kinda lost track... And as to what happened; the younger sister of one of my friends found you naked and injured in a pile of trash." Zachariah explained.

"In a pile of trash?" Declan thought, soon remembering his wings being torn off, the painful plummet, the dizziness, all of it!

Declan tried getting up in a panic, but he was too weak to do so because of how injured he was, zachariah held declan down

"Please, i know that you might be in some distress, but you are still not well enough, please just lay back down." Zachariah urged.

Declan had no choice but to lay down, his mind starting to fog up again from the stress as he closed his eyes and let out a muffled and tiny whimper of pain.

"There we go, how're you feeling now?" Zachariah asked

"V-very woozy, and stressed,quite sore too..." Declan stammered, pressing the heel of his hand up to his bandaged forehead, trying to organize his thoughts.

"Understandable, you just woke up, but may I ask, what happened to you?" Zachariah asked yet again.

Declan hesitated, how was he supposed to tell zachariah about...everything?

But he realized that he kinda had to tell in order to really explain his injuries.

"I... I was in a battle against an army of dragonfly troopers, one grabbed me from behind and tore the wings off of my back, effectively crippling me. I ended up falling.... I can't remember anything after, it's all just a blur..." Declan explained.

Zachariah thought about everything; declan once had wings that were on his back, a dragonfly trooper tore them off, and that's how he ended up in Vermilnia.

But what was declan exactly?

"Look, I can see that you might need more rest, so I'll let you be, I just need to process some of this." Zachariah said, tucking the quilt up to declan's collarbone.

"Whenever you feel like it, you can tell me more info." Zachariah said, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Declan was tired anyways, he still had to process everything himself; he lost his wings, he got mugged, he was left in a trash pile naked and covered in dirt and blood, and he was saved by.... by a citizen of vermilnia. Declan might've been somewhat aggressive, territorial even-- but that's because venopolis is a very unforgiving city--so he had to be tough, but now; he felt a feeling that he'd probably never felt towards a stranger, let alone someone from vermilnia...

Love....

Declan let his consciousness drift away once more, the daybed all too cozy for him.

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As i was in church(my older bro got married), i saw this book, thought you'd appreciate some whump, even if it is from a religious story

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Rain whump

Someone slipping while trying desperately to run away, scraping their hands and knees in the damp pavement in the process

A character huddled in their coat, soaked to the bone and shivering as close to a wall as they can to gain a bit of the building's shelter -- just waiting for the bus, or in a much more dire situation?

Sick characters having to get from one place to another in the pouring rain, chills getting a hundred times worse the longer they're outside

Characters realizing they're sick once they're stuck in the rain--and it's a long way from home

Fights happening in a wet, rainy alleyway; punches clumsy, feet slipping, desperate stumbling and gripping

A whumpee being found outside on a rainy night and clinging to their rescuer with cold, damp fingers

Flash floods

Freezing rain that makes roads more slippery, crusts the world in ice

Rain cold enough to cause hypothermia -- a blue-lipped, trembling whumpee staggering home through a freezing cold downpoar

Stabbed and left in a rainy alleyway, blood mingling with water

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Wanna know something interesting?

Just like how there's a common argument between sub and dub in anime here in the U.S., in Japan, they have a similar argument, although instead of any anime or other media, it's "King of the hill".

I'm not kidding, look it up, it's cool.

Unrelated, here's a zoidberg doodle that i did on a dino sketchpad in a store, i erased it after just so another kid can draw on there after.

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Thank you @curiousplaker for drawing Declan!

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So, i made my own angsty scribble-chibi demon oc's take on "Ivan the terrible and his son Ivan."

Title of this; "Lilith the demoness and her son Cain"

Note; Cain isn't dead, he's having a bit of an "invincible" moment where he looks dead, but he's actually beyond unconscious/beyond lucid because of how badly injured he was after being defeated by his half brother "Abel".(yeah, canonically in my story; abel was birthed by eve, while cain was birthed by lilith.

Read more below, post got a bit long at this point. tw for guilt, regret, abandonment, and feeling like a horrible parent;

So Lilith's grappling with the fact that she never got to see cain til' a milennia or 10 passed, last seeing him when he was 3 years old, because she felt like cain deserved a better life with his dad(Adam), and she feels like a terrible mom for "abandoning" him, now seeing her son as a grown adult and a demon, half dead and feverish as he muttered apologies to Abel, even though Abel was long gone from the scene after defeating Cain and leaving him to bleed.

Basically, cain's in a comatose state, i may or may not have also gotten inspired by an art done by AnimeDumbass that also follows the line of "mother nursing her fully matured and half-dead son back to health"

Note; i'm an athiest, i just love making angst with demons and angels.

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Home

Imagine your whumpee being taken to a cold, remote place by the whumper, preferably during a snowstorm. They throw them out of their vehicle and leave them there to die, or let them “see if they can find their way ‘home’”. Whumpee breaks their wrist in either the fall from the car or later, when they’re stumbling along with no clear sense of where to go. On top of that they’re quickly succumbing to the cold, and covered in cuts and bruises the whumper left them with. And it’s possible they’re running a fever.

They stagger for a long time, until they’re shivering constantly and can hardly stand on their feet. It’s getting dark when they see the lights of an old farmhouse getting closer to them. They try to speed up, but they’re so numb with cold and fatigue that it seems to be getting further and further away the closer they get. 

Someone is standing just outside, frowning out into the distance to see if and when the storm shows any sign of stopping, but when they see whumpee they hurry towards them. They’ve never seen whumpee before, but they’re so pale and exhausted and clearly in pain that the owner of the house can’t help but ask what’s happened to them, where they are trying to go. Whumpee is so disoriented they can’t explain, and this new person quickly ushers them inside the house where their family waits. 

The family all pitches in to help this ill, half-frozen newcomer, making sure they’re warm enough by the fire and giving them a comfortable place to lie down. Whumpee drifts in and out of consciousness, partly fearing it’s some awful trick of the whumper’s, but finding it hard not to relish in the comfort they haven’t felt in so long. Hours go by, then days, and the whumper doesn’t come. The family gently nurses whumpee back to health, and learns their story, and eventually they may even become part of their own. 

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A wakes up, their head aching. They hear a voice, and start to turn their head, but it hurts. “Sh,” the voice says, gently turning their head back. “You’ve got a head injury. Try not to move too much.”

A asks who they are. They are complete strangers to each other. What does B say about how A ended up in this bed, under their care?

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Sick Prompts/Starters

“Oookay, you sure are delirious.”

“Just can’t shake that cough, huh?”

“Your complexion is scaring me, please sit down.”

“No, no, don’t throw up in that!”

“You’ve kept that cough through two colds and it sounds like you’re on your third.”

“Don’t you hide that thermometer from me!”

“Put your arm around my— Or just fall on me, that works too.”

“How much of that medicine did you take?”

“This is why we use tissues.”

“As much as I want you to rest right now, it’s freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily.”

“You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let’s see that.”

“When you said you were sick I thought you meant a cold, not the freaking plague!”

“Why do you only want to wax the floor when you’re sick?”

“Mm…I don’t think it’s just the sniffles this time.”

“Please stop wasting what’s left of your voice on complaints about soup you can’t even taste.”

“I can tell you’re sicker than you’re letting on.”

“This is the third time I’ve had to put you back in the bed. Why the heck do you want to lie on the floor so bad?”

“You passed out at the pharmacy.”

“I know you’re cold but that blanket is gross now, you need a clean one.”

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Idk why, but i've just had some Rock & Rule on the brain.

So i decided to do a rushed illustration parody of the poster of the film with an LPS series idea.

Bought a couple dragon zoo troop toys, so i am thinking of incorporating dragons(1 dollar and 67 cents each dragon, it's a pretty good deal, might buy more) into the series, idk yet though.

Haven't come up with a villain, so that's why the sketch of the character that's supposed to be in Mok's place is not drawn in fully, same with Omar.

The only thing that i got down is that Daniel's in the place of Angel, considering both are long haired vocalists who end up being kidnapped by the villain and used as a magical macguffin thingy at some point.

Edit: so, i'm thinking of a cocker spaniel as the villain, so i drew up a badly done villain for this edit, think of her as a mix of pokemon hunter j, Dark enchantress cookie, Emperor Belos, Odalia Blight, Cyrus, Mok, Giovanni, and (i guess) rainbow factory dash

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"It's a Cyber's World."