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P1 and P4 would genuinely fall for a candy trail and follow it right into a trap

"OO a peice of a candy!... OO a peice of a candy!...OO a peice of a candy!...OO a peice of a candy!"

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Tried to make it seem like Dude was panicking but idk if you can tell. Perks to anyone who can figure out the context of this.

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ART DUMP.

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘗 -- 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏 𝘐𝘚 𝘍𝘙𝘌𝘌! 𝘈𝘊𝘛 𝘕𝘖𝘞! 𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘔𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘋! (𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘢)

short doodle because i wanted to experiment again

misc.

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I wanna talk more about my personal headcanons about the pet names.

You call Postal Dude 'Birdy' because he often talks about how he wishes he could fly away from people and things like a bird. And partially because he's really good at bird impressions, despite his deep, gravely voice.

Dude calls you 'Starlight' because your like a shining beacon for him in a dark void, like a star in space!! Sometimes when he's lonely and your not around, he does that little 'starlight, starbright, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight' thing and wish that he'll see you again soon. Preferably in the next 5 minutes. And then he freaks out if you text him right after he does that or something. He thinks your reading his thoughts.

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I love the fics the way you write is so refreshing and I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE P1 DUDE!!!!! Your stuff is awesome

YYYEEEEEEAASS THANK YOUUUUU ×=|°|™+3;¥_83&¥®{π_$7){°€π&✓|§¢π((@+¥8√&§×^$|&(

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(Self indulgent shut UP)

(I have so many asks and drafts man idek where to start)

(also first person and gender neutral ekekekek)

(also ALSO his petname is Birdy and yours is Starlight, personal headcanons shhHHHUSH)

Postal 1 Dude x Fat!Reader: Napping!!

I've known Postal Dude for 4 years by now. The relationship started off rocky. I think dude was scared of me at first, too nervous to even look in my direction. Not that I'm scary or anything, at least I don't think so, he's just been alone for so long that he kinda forgot how to be human along with everyone else.

He was strange, still is, but it's something I've learned to accept. Not only did he ramble nonsense a lot and spew his religious ideals, his house was filled with all sorts of strange things. Some things I couldn't even identify. From different types of crosses littered in each room, to strange writing on the wall in Latin I think, even to small dead animals and small bones in boxes he kept in his closet. Maybe they were for champ, but I've never seen him play with any of it. Honestly, I don't wanna know, so I never asked.

But after being with him for so long, I've realized he just needs some company, someone to help distract him from his own mind. So that's what I've been doing. I was just his friend at first, helping him clean around his house and getting him outside more often. But somewhere along the line, I couldn't help but want to be closer. Dude is genuinely nice person, under all his nonsense and fear, he just wants to feel safe. He'd never hurt anyone unless he's scared, and that's one the reason he can lash out sometimes.

And that's how we got here, on his way to his house. I have my own place, but I'd just rather be with Dude. He even gave me a key, so I could come over whenever. As I enter his home, I'm immediately hit with sight of him scribbling some more words above the window. It looks like he's been doing this for awhile, there's more complete sentences above different windows. At least I think they're complete, it's all in a different language I don't understand.

"What cha doin?" I ask him tentively, walking closer to his side to look at the writing more clearly. He jumps a little, not expecting to see me so suddenly. I don't think he even heard me come in, too focused on whatever he's writing.

"Fuck! You scared me," He places a hand over his chest, "I just-... I'm trying to keep them at bay... It's like a incantation, they can't come in if it's written or spoken."

I tilt my head a little, confused as to who 'they' is. He always talks about 'them' and how he tries to keep 'them' away, but it always changes. Sometimes they can be spirits, sometimes they can be people, sometimes they can even be his own thoughts.

"What language is that?" "Latin. It's an old and powerful language. Most words link back to it."

Dude has really random knowledge, sometimes it makes me laugh. It's probably from all the random books he reads.

"Maybe you should take a break Birdy, your arm is shaking." I try to take the marker out his hand, but he quickly jerks away.

"No!! I need to finish this!! And then I need to do the other windows too, a-and the bathroom, and then the front door, and-" I place my hand over his mouth to shut him up. He ramble as lot. "Birdy, you can't keep writing if your arms are shaking like that... Mmmmaybe the incantation won't work if it's not written properly?" Definitely made that last part up.

He looks away for a while, taking my words into consideration. I have to play along with his ideas a lot, helps him believe and listen me if I validate whatever he's doing. Like I said, he just needs distractions sometimes.

"Your probably right... I think I missed a word on that one actually." His voice defeated and pitiful.

"Always am! You should know that by now!" I tease him a little, "C'mon, work was grueling and I'm beat. Some psycho started throwing shit around and I had to clean it up. I swear I'm gonna quit one day." I complain all the way to the couch before letting myself fall on it.

There's a high pitched sqeak that comes from the couch, making Champ bark from his dog house outside. It's his bone, probably from the last time it thundered and Dude let him inside.

"Ugh, Champ knows he's not allowed on the couch!" Dude complains as I takes the toy and throws it outside, close enough for Champ to get it on his chain. As Dude comes back we can both hear the dog chewing on it, happy to have his toy back.

"He's just a baby!" "He's like 30 in dog years." "But he's 4 in human years, and that's BABY!!" Dude chuckles, "Whatever. He knows better."

Finally, Dude lays down with me, letting himself sink into my squishy body. I think he likes how big I am from the way he squeezes me, latching onto my body like a baby koala. It's cute honestly. His head rests on my plush chest as he listens to my heartbeat, humming in contentment.

"You tired too?" I ask softly as my fingers find their way to his scalp, gently combing through ginger hair, "Yea... I think so..." His voice is much quieter now, his chest rumbling from how gravely it is. He starts to squirm on top of me, trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep. It takes him a while, but he finds a good place in my arms.

Dude does his sleepy sigh, nuzzling himself deeper into my body and letting his hands absentmindedly squeeze any fat he can find. It's something he does to relax himself, like a stress toy kinda. The same goes for me, one hand still combing through his hair and the other now rubbing his back.

Soon, we both finally fall asleep in each other's hold with Champs persistent squeaking still faintly in the background.

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(Also let me know if y'all like fics more, it's a little harder than headcanons but if I'm into it just flows out of me)

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"OH EM GEE UR ACCURACY IS SO GOOD YOU DESCRIBE POSTAL DUDE SO WELL!!11!!!1!"

THANK YOU SM it's because he's REAL and I'm MARRIED to him.

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you still taking requests? Could you write some headcanons for cuddling with p1 dude? I like to think he's really possessive and jealous. A lot of people depict him as shy, but keep forgetting he's Lowkey an asshole like the other dudes.

(Always taking requests, just not doing all of them 😭)

(Also I’m not sure where u got the low key asshole idea since all I’ve ever seen is him being paranoid and described as a quiet sweet guy, but tbh I like it. I could totally see him as unknowingly demanding or something)

Postal 1 Dude Cuddling Headcanons

Hes probably really boney, like you can feel his entire skeleton if you hugged him, so you’d probably need to cuddle somewhere soft.

Bonus if you’re fat, you can cuddle anywhere. (Personal bias but) I’d think p1 dude be more partial to chubbier and fatter people, especially when it comes to physical touch. They’re not so rigid, hard, and uncomfortable to touch, fatter people are soft and pillowy, feels better to hold.

First time cuddling him was a complete failure. He was too nervous and uncomfortable, got too hot too quick, started sweating a lot, then eventually started to visibly shake. He swore he was gonna throw up honestly.

Takes him a while to actually get comfortable against you, even if your fat. His body is usually sore (extra headcanon he has chronic body pains) so he'll have to lay down for a couple of minutes until the pain stops. Squirmy and constantly tries to change positions when he's like that.

Once he starts to get comfortable with cuddling he's quicker to find a good spot. Prefers to be on top in some way, either lays on you like your the cushion or is laying half way with his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. He likes to hear your heartbeat and gets flustered if your heartbeat is quick from the closeness.

Doesn't usually fall asleep when y'all are cuddling, but there are some rare times when he's really tired and comfortable that he can't help but close his eyes and drift off. He never means too either. His pov: closes eyes for 5 seconds and suddenly it's been 5 hours and he has no idea where he is and can't tell up from down. Actually hates it when that happens and wakes up irritated.

Prefers to cuddling on the bed rather than the couch. The bigger surface area makes him feel like he won't fall off so easily (and he fits. Legs too long for the couch). But if you guys are watching a movie or something in the living room then he'll put up with it.

Gets irritated if you shuffle and move too much (hypocrite) and will even clamp down harder on you to get you to stop. Even worse if y'all are watching something and he's genuinely into it, you've committed a heinous crime in his eyes.

Bonus, when he falls asleep on you, he snores way too loudly. Even drools a little and gets it on your shirt.

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Female scorpion devouring a male partner

French vintage postcard

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Chocolate bullets from gun shaped box

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Your art is soooo good. I love the way you draw P1! Idk if you’re still doing requests but P1 with a big smile would be amazing.

3 years late but i bring you this anon sorry if it sucks im going thru some sort of artblock

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Hii! Idk if you take requests but ig this is worth a shot :)

I've been OBSESSED with your p2 dude headcannons I keep reading them over and over again, I was wondering how it'd be for him to date someone just as toxic as him (male reader perchance), like, would there be a difference in how he treats reader?? Just idk how their life would be ig :))

Again I LOVE your writing and have a great day :3

(Hi I forgot I have the ability to write my own stuff again!!!)

Postal 2 Dude x Toxic!Male!Reader

Y’all have definitely put each other in the hospital on multiple occasions. Sometimes y’all’s fights get so aggressive and physical it’s easy to forget that you two are in love.

Since you’re also a man, Dude just assumes he can talk more shit to you DIRECTLY in your face. If you were a women then he’d mumble it to himself, but your a guy so he thinks that your tougher, able to handle his words better.

Isn’t very romantic with you. Not to say he’s romantic at all, but with another man, he doesn’t think you’d care. Is genuinely surprised when you tell him you wanna go on more dates.

You both fight over who sleeps on the couch when y’all are having a multiple day argument. In reality he doesn’t care if he sleeps on the couch, he just wants to assert dominance over you and argue that HE should be in the bed.

Thinks he wears the pants in the relationship, even though he forgets he’s in a relationship have the time. Since your as toxic and no good to him as his ex wife, he isn’t exactly thrilled to go home with you. Sometimes he won’t even go home at all, just so he can get away from you.

Surprisingly doesn’t cheat AS OFTEN as you’d think. Yes he still fancies going down to the local whore house here and there, but he doesn’t go like every day, not even every week. Doesn’t want to seem obvious, so he has to cover his tracks a lot and find excuses as to why he decided to go home 4 am and not the usual 10-11pm.

He’s tired a lot, so when y’all fight, it’s not him who started it. Yes, you’re probably the one who has a problem with him more often than he does with you, but you can’t even be blamed. He could definitely put more effort into himself and the relationship.

However, he is the one who starts a physical fight first. He doesn’t throw punches to start it off, he’ll usually throw the beer bottle that he was holding at you or just throw whatever is closest to him like some angry mother. It usually ends in a fist fight though.

After a good while of hitting, scratching, and throwing each other across the trailer, one of you is suddenly waking up in a hospital bed with some gauze wrapped around your head, arms, or torso.

If it’s you in the hospital, Dude isn’t quick to apologize or anything, but he does feel guilty. After about 2 or 3 days, the guilt becomes too much and he’ll apologize by getting you some food and promising to not hurt you like that again. Too bad he’s a liar.

If it’s him in the hospital, he doesn’t even wanna look at you for a week. The hatred and anger festers in his chest for days to the point where he’s seriously considering breaking up. But then there wouldn’t be anyone to bother and pick on, so he guesses you’ll have to do, even if he doesn’t like you much.

At least Dude actively tries to not use actual weapons against you. Things like knives, guns, and anything that could genuinely kill you in an instant, he doesn’t use. But beer bottles, the remote, and his fists are free game.

Treats you differently from others but not THAT much. He’d kill anyone on sight if they annoyed him in the slightest before, but he takes the time to think about killing you or not. More gentle with you in the way that he won’t threaten your life as a first resort.

Life with him in this way is honestly hell. Toxic relationships are just that: Toxic and deadly. Even worse that it’s with the POSTAL DUDE. Literally a psychopathic manic with a lust for blood and crack. Yea, I give it like a couple more weeks before one of y’all die.

You two should definitely break up soon, for y’all’s own sake and safety!!

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P1 sketch page expression practice

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HES REAL