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sorry you just “cant see” aromantic headcanons for your blorbo. sorry your eyes never evolved to behold true color. im like a shrimp i can see every shade of the aromantic spectrum but you’ve got stupid human eyes and you can’t keep up with my beautiful shrimp colors. sorry that i know your blorbo better than you

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no nuance here we die like weirdos

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"Fuck you, Billy," Stu spat. "You play with my feelings, call me a queer, kiss me goddamn it, and I even let you cut me up, just for you to go back to your girlfriend, who you clearly don't want..."

He reached out for the other man, but Billy backed away first. "Shut up, Stu."

"Or what? You're gonna kill me? Then do it, do it fucking already," Stu grabbed Billy's shoulders and shoved his against the wall. "You know I won't stop you."

Billy glared at him. "What do you want?"

Stu's eyes softened. "I want you to tell me you love me. I tell you all the time, and you never, ever, said it back." He leaned his forehead against Billy's, breathing in the other man. "Tell me you love me and I'll let you go."

Billy snarled. "I don't love people."

"But you like me?" Stu pleaded, pulling away slightly.

"Yeah," grunted Billy, "when you're on your knees, making all those beautiful sounds as I fuck your mouth until you gag. Is that enough feelings for you?"

Stu frowned. "Fuck you, Billy." And he walked away.

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Some old ghoul shenanigans sketches

Tip jar

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Valentino, bursting into the room: You two are having sex! Alastor, not looking up from his book: Really? Angel, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

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Angel Dust: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Alastor, cracks his knuckles: Manslaughter it is.

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Here is my art request giveaway for @ WhiteSkara (on twitter) ! They requested RadioDust "sewing together" and my mind kind of traveled to this sort of concept. Maybe angel can make silk that repairs objects?

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c!techno was straight up the worst character in the dsmp story. alongside c!philza but not the same extent. the only good parts were not from the text but are what fans came up with from short throwaway lines that were not actually touched upon in the story.

okay my shift is over, back to horror game posting.

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He’s maaaybe just a little bit smitten 😌❤️

I finally have couches in the new house and I did not realize how pivotal that was to my drawing comfort haha. Glad to finally be drawing again~

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I keep thinking about Alastor with more realistic deer ears

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Swiss, in his nature documentary voice, observing Aeon: "The young ghoul enters the den, seeking a place to rest and recover from the night's hunt." Aeon, bleary eyed and grumpy: -hungover from the party they threw in the woods last night- Swiss: "Hoping to find a comfortable perch to settle upon, the ghoul scopes out his surroundings, but finds, to his dismay, that the most comfortable spot has been taken up by an elder male." Dew, laying on the couch: -passed out with the tv remote in his hand- Swiss: "Though smaller in size then the younger ghoul, the elder male is incredibly territorial, and will wake easily if disturbed, grumbling something about how he's 'watching that' should anyone attempt to remove the object in his possession." Aeon, looking over the back of the couch at Dew: -sticking his leg over and stepping onto the space between Dew and the cushions- Swiss, watching closely: "A bold move, what does he hope to accomplish?" Aeon, maneuvering over: -sits down on Dew and then leans forward until his head is in the crux of Dew's neck- Swiss, blinking: "Huh." Dew, waking up from the sudden weight on his body: "...Don't touch the remote... I'll kill you..." Aeon: -loud purring- Dew, wraps his arms around Aeon, still clinging to the remote: -goes back to sleep- Swiss: "...What."

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Angel Dust: Thank you for inviting me to Al's wedding today, Miss Rosie.

Rosie: Yes, it’s no problem, dear

Angel Dust: This is probably a stupid question, but who is Alastor marrying? I haven’t seen them?

Mimzy: You. You’re the fiancé. This is your wedding with Alastor!

Angel Dust: Wait, what?

Mimzy: There’s your officiant. This is your wedding ring. I suggest taking him somewhere far, far away for your honeymoon.

Rosie: For a week!

Mimzy: Here’s some money, make it two!

Alastor, walking in: Oh! This is beautiful! Who’s having a wedding today?

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Hi, hello, Swiss being accidentally summoned at the same time as Cumulus and Cirrus. Swiss who didn't have a pack or mate in the pit. Swiss who trailed after the ghoulettes instead, not quite part of their pair as he kept his distance, but always somewhere not too far off. Swiss who tagged along during their hunts so that they may go after a bigger prey. Swiss who kept watch when the ghoulettes slept curled around eachother, standing tall a few feet away. Swiss who didn't want to impose his presence to such a close-knitted duo, not knowing that the ghoulettes were totally enamored with this lovely grinning ghoul who seemed to have taken upon himself to keep them safe. Swiss who only ever let the ghoulettes return the favor when he was in especially bad shape, too weak to protest. Swiss who clawed his way out of the pit right behind them, using the magic pulling at his air element, ableit more weakly than it did for the two air ghoulettes, because he couldn't phantom losing this semblance of a bond he had built with them. Swiss who thought about giving up halfway, the effort being far more exhausting and painful for a ghoul not directly targeted by the summoning. Swiss who was about to let go until Cumulus looked back, chirping at him encouragingly. Swiss who was halfway through the portal in the altar when it started closing off, stone becoming solid once more and threatening to crush him, only for the ghoulettes to each grab one of his arms and yank him out. Swiss who clung to them like a lifeline for a long moment, shaking with adrenaline and unsteady on his legs, wholly uncaring of the eyes on him and curious whispers filling the previous silence. Swiss who hid his face in Cirrus' shoulder as she and Cumulus hissed and craddled him between them protectively, making it clear that if they were to stay, so was Swiss. Swiss who in this moment, finally, finally let himself accept their affection. Swiss who to this day, even with a whole pack that loves and cherishes him, sometimes wakes up to a feeling of loneliness that only recedes once he's tucked in bed between Cirrus and Cumulus, purring as they hold their sweet boy.

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What Sodo Does On Clingy Days

He purrs into Swiss’ tummy and kneads the parts his face isn’t smushed against.

He rubs against Phantoms whole body, trying to melt into bugs skin.

He has a dopey smile on his face as he preens from Aethers many kisses.

He licks Rain’s cheeks to wake him up in the morning and get his attention.

He takes Mount’s hand and wanders around the gardens with him.

He trills as Cumulus gently rubs his cheek while she reads in the library.

He clings to Cirrus’ leg as she tries to practice the keytar, occasionally giving him head scratches.

He crouches on Copia’s desk, watching him work with focused unblinking eyes.

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dew doodles by quaildoodle :3

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I don't think sodo would let anyone touch his hair, but...