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FREE-TO-ENTER* ADOPTABLES RAFFLE!

hello everyone!! do YOU want one of these characters to be yours?

if so, here’s how to enter!

1. reblog this post (please mention which character you’re entering for)

2. spread some positivity elsewhere! reblog another artist’s work (art of any form, writing and music included) with some kind words. i will check your blog to make sure you have. cmon!! people need to hear that kind of stuff!

3. *if you’re entering for the last design, “Moonflower Fairy”, go to the Trevor Project’s official site and donate 5 dollars! show proof of your donation in the reblog to be entered.

4. you can only enter once, however if you do donate, you’ll be allowed a second entry, which will give you higher chances of getting the character! you could also enter for a different character!

5. bonus 💥 follow me on artfight. totally optional and will not get you extra entries but u should do it anyways if you like my stuff :3

What do winners get?

winners will be able to use the character design and art they’ve won in any way they’d like. my only real guideline here is do not feed the art into generative ai, even to make more references.

the winner of the “Moonflower Fairy” will also have the option of either having me design 1 additional outfit for the character (with their input), or a small, simple animated profile picture for them.

Deadline

The raffle ends July 1st at 2 PM CST!!

I will determine winners within the next 48 hours, then DM the winners individually. The additional prizes mentioned above may take a bit of time between the start of artfight and my own work schedule, but they’ll still be one of my top priorities!

thank you so much for participating if you do!! i’m trying to spread a little joy in this current climate. i know it’s hard, but we will get through this!!! happy pride month!

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The android laid still on its table. Quiet, calm, artificial eyelids half closed over camera lenses. Its unscrewed chassis laid in pieces around it, and yet, it fully trusted the human with hands tucked away in its componets, peeling back layers of grime, washing out caked layers of oil. It knew it was placing its life in the human's hands, and yet, there was nothing but comfortable trust.

"Hold still, buddy..." The human's gruff voice rung out over dulled sensors. "You're doing well... just hold still for me..." They praised softly, lightly patting their metallic side in a comfort like one may do to a beloved dog.

"Can't believe anyone would let you run like this... I'm so sorry you've gotten treated like this, bud." They sighed, pausing for a moment to stare sadly into the camera lenses, which twitched to look at them. They flashed the android a forced smile. "Hey, you'll be alright. I'm gonna make sure of it, alright buddy? C'mon now." They gently reached out, stroking the side of its face with the back of their hand. "Yeah. You're alright. You'll be alright, you're all good." They smiled, believing their own words as they said them.

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Study of an autopsy

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i don't know why it's such horrible quality, i'll fix that somehow, but here's a sketch of Red suffering during his time in the lab :)

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Appreciation post for all the beginner artists who work hard despite the AI ​​looming over us. You are fabulous. You are precious. Keep up the hard work, you are needed.

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Machine Whumper who grows obsessed with Whumpee, so they hack into every camera they can to keep looking and tracking them, while Whumpee just can’t seem to shake the feeling of being watched.

By angrylittleghostinacup

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Is this ryan

The Winged Servant - Dakota Lake 2

part two of Ryan making a friend :3 this takes place about two years before he meets Onyx. again, no whumping in most of Kota's stuff sorry

part one | masterlist

content warnings: the ever-present corruption of the Rao monarchy, disscusion of rpf fanfic about the characters (sorry)

The pair didn’t end up changing into Ryan's clean suits. Instead, Dakota managed to convince Ryan to pick a simpler outfit—a T-shirt and jeans—and Dakota drove the pair out to an angel neighborhood. Royals weren’t generally well-liked out there, but their coffee shops didn’t spend their time actively preparing for a royal visit. Not like the coffee shops that hoped for a royal visit.

“What I’m trying to say,” Dakota rambled, “is that they might not actually recognize you. Ryan is a pretty common name, anyway.”

Ryan stared at them. “So you'd just be calling me my first name?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you aware that would be considered treason?”

“Well. I mean.” They parked the car and tossed the keys into their purse. “Not if you give me explicit permission.”

“That’s just a loophole, I'm not actually supposed to do it,” Ryan muttered. “God, I shouldn't have come here with you. You could kill me right now and no one would know. I wouldn’t even be able to blame you for it with how stupidly easy it was to get me out here.”

“... I can drive you back if you want.”

Ryan hesitated, frowning. He was pretty sure they were serious about driving him back. He could leave. He should leave. But it had been four days since Dakota had pretended to be one of his servants, and he still didn't know why. He sure as hell didn't know why they'd invited him to a coffee shop he wouldn't get recognized in. "Are you… Are you sure that no one will know who I am?" he asked.

“Hm, I'm not positive. But pretty sure. Can I, uh…” They reached out, hesitantly pulling his crown off and placing it on the dashboard. That wasn't something that Ryan was supposed to let happen, but he just stared at their face as they ran their fingers through his hair. It was short enough that they couldn't change much, but most types of curly hair looked at least a little frizzier after someone tried to brush it out. “I don't think you've ever been in public with a single hair out of place," they explained. "So that should help.”

He stared at them, and they held his gaze for a couple seconds before they looked at their wrist, pulling a hair tie off. Dakota's hair was not as curly or as short as Ryan's, but it was curly enough and short enough that not all of it fit into the ponytail they tried to force it into. They just left it messy, showing off their shaved undercut. It was darker than the rest of their hair, which was almost white. Ryan wondered how often they touched up the roots.

They pulled jewelry out of the glove compartment, too, and shoved it under their lip—snake bites. Snake bites, maybe, that they only took out when they were at the castle, to stay safe from criticism about their professionalism there? Or snake bites that they only wore with that ponytail, in hopes that people wouldn’t recognize them from the news, the same way that they’d had Ryan take his crown off?

“You ready?” Dakota asked.

“To be frank, I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to be ready for,” Ryan said.

“Just coffee,” they said, grinning, as if a social outing was ever as simple as just coffee. He followed them out of the car anyway, and they held the door of the coffee shop open for him. “Or whatever other drink, if you want. Jayden said you usually prefer tea when I asked, but-”

“You what?”

“I asked Jayden. Do you know they sell vanilla chai here?”

Ryan stared at them. He was aware that he'd been doing a lot of that this evening, but everything Dakota said was more surprising than the last. This was an odd amount of research to do if they really weren't planning an assassination. “Vanilla chai sounds nice,” he managed.

Dakota told him to sit down while they paid, and he obliged, listening to their small talk at the front as he did so. “Just your regular today?” the cashier said, and, “I’ll call your name when it’s done, Kota.”

“They know you here,” Ryan observed when they came back.

“Yeah. I come a lot.”

“And it’s… enjoyable?”

They laughed loudly. “God, you really don’t get out much, do you? Yeah, it’s fun. They’re good at making drinks, and they have book clubs and stuff sometimes. I bring crochet projects and do them here because I like the atmosphere.”

“Oh.” Did Ryan not get out much? The thought horrified him momentarily. He was a prince. He was supposed to understand his subjects, and he hadn’t even known that people went to coffee shops recreationally. It had been his understanding that the point of the coffee shop was to make coffee, and the point of going there was to get the product and leave. “Do you know that you’re… odd?”

They rolled their eyes. “It’s been said. Which reason are we talking about right now?”

“Your family is in rather high stand-”

“Oh!” they interrupted, laughing forcefully. “I forgot to let you know this before coming, didn’t I? We aren’t talking about my family here. Or yours. At all.”

Ryan narrowed his eyes. “You’re hardly in a position to give me commands.”

“Am I in a position to give you requests? I request that we don’t discuss our families here.”

“... Fine. I’ll allow it.” It was highly informal and not something that the prince should allow, but he was still so fucking curious about Dakota. He wanted to know so much more than they’d told him. “You’re odd,” he continued, “because you ignore your family completely. Like how you just did.”

“Not completely,” they protested. “Only sometimes. Like in public spaces.”

“Yes. That’s not normal, I don’t think. It’s odd that you don’t want people to know. They’d treat you differently if they knew.”

“Oh, I know they would,” they laughed. “I don’t want them to treat me differently. I like that everyone treats me like a normal ass person. You’ve never even wondered what it’s like?”

Well, of course he’d wondered. That didn’t make it appropriate to go find out.

Except… that’s exactly what he was doing. Eighteen years, and his curiosity had never gotten the best of him until Dakota showed up.

“Fine. New reason you’re odd: you said that plenty of people thought I was nice to look at.”

“They do.” The angel at the counter called Dakota’s name, and they turned their head quickly. It reminded Ryan of a dog’s ears perking up when its name was called. “Hold on. I’m going to grab our drinks.”

The prince was not used to being told “hold on.” The prince was not used to anyone treating him the way Dakota had been treating him. And the worst part was that it wasn’t even that bad. Ryan hadn’t had to question a single time whether or not Dakota respected him. How important was it really that royalty was treated so differently?

“Okay. What were we saying about people liking you?”

“They generally don’t, Dakota. People respect me, but that’s different from liking me.”

Dakota made a face. “It’s just Kota here. Um, yeah, people talk about how hot you are, like, all the time. There’s entire gossip columns about it, and fanfic and shit. Do you not read it? I read what people write about me, but it’s a considerably smaller amount.”

“No, I do not read fanfiction written about me!” Ryan hissed indignantly. “Most fiction starring me stars my gruesome death. Most of the positive stuff is written about my brother anyway, because he is willing to fuck people who think he’s attractive.”

“Sure, but you are, like… two different people. There's no lack of anything about you, either.”

"We're not different in any way that matters. If it's a work about a prince who's funny and cool and fucks the reader, which is the most prevelant kind, it's not about me. We're just too similar for anyone to know better. Do you know that we actually don’t even have the same birthday? I was technically born a day earlier than him, but we still celebrate together for publicity reasons.”

Dakota raised an eyebrow. “Your citizens might be more observant than you give them credit for. Have you ever asked anyone about this?”

“Why would I have asked anyone about this? Who would I have asked about this kind of thing? I’m not supposed to have friends.” He tried to haughtily take a sip of his vanilla chai, getting annoyed and putting it back down when it was some of the best tea he’d ever had. “You’re the only person who’s ever tried to talk to me like this. Most people would be penalized for even trying.”

“Is there a reason that I’m not being penalized?”

Ryan scowled at the table. “I’m not entirely certain. I should not have let you do any of the things you’ve done, and yet here we are. Maybe this is what people mean when they refer to curiosity killing the cat.”

They beamed like he’d complimented their outfit. (Their outfit, of course, being the outfit they’d put together from Ryan’s clothes.) “You’re curious about me?”

“Excruciatingly so.” Ryan took another sip of his tea. It really was good, which was frustrating, given that he would never be able to come back here. He supposed he should make the best of it while he could. “What do you do for fun? Outside of… getting coffee.”

“I dunno. Crochet, sometimes. Lots of fiber arts. Lots of stuff, I guess. More than you, I’d bet.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” They grinned again, and it was maddening that here, they couldn’t be forced to give the prince the answer. “What do you do for fun? Outside of familial duties?”

He hesitated. “... Not a lot.”

“Okay. So, I’m right.”

“No. You’re not. I have plenty of hobbies.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!”

Dakota laughed, and Ryan blinked. The pair had been arguing, he could’ve sworn. But Dakota did not look upset.

Bickering, he realized. Not arguing. They were bickering with each other, the way friends did.

Oh.

Fuck making the best of the situation while he could. If he did not leave the situation, he would do something that he would regret.

“We should probably get headed back soon,” Ryan muttered, and Dakota sat up straight immediately.

“Did- did I do something wrong? I’m sorry about the joke about doing more than you, I didn’t mean it, I just-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he interrupted quietly. Nothing at all was wrong, which was precisely the problem, because the prince was not supposed to have friends like this. He wasn’t supposed to get attached to his subjects, or treat them like his equals, because they weren’t. Only bad things came from pretending that they were. “You didn’t do anything wrong. But the quee- uh, my mom will be looking for me soon.”

“Oh,” Dakota said, relaxing again. “Of course.” They downed their drink in the next sip. “Maybe next time we can actually get together in your free time, instead of running away in the middle of an event. Yeah, let’s get going.”

They held the door open for Ryan as they left.

Next time?

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again, this is almost entirely irrelevant to the plot and also not whumpy so lmk if you don't want to be tagged for dakota's installments of the series

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here’s my art for @rizzoto-whump for the @whump-art-exchange event!!!! i had a lot of fun drawing this i hope u like it!! :D

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GASPP ❤️❤️❤️ This is gorgeous thank youuu !!! I love the expressions and the rendering and the pose :3 (and the gore is amazing of course !!!!) 💞💞💞💞💞

Here's my art for @toyybox for the @whump-art-exchange event, I hope you like it!! I really enjoyed reading Spiderwebs, it was a delight to draw these two :D

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Here's my Art Exchange!

This is my contribution for the @whump-art-exchange!

My assigned partner was @whumpy-wyrms. I'm weak to angel/winged charas so I had to choose Dew!

He's such a cutie 💙

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Ettie Winchester for @whumpsandwhimpers as part of the @whump-art-exchange !!!

And her brothers get to watch, of course ;)

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Whumpee with a valuable skill being locked in a little room and fed orders through a slit in the door, slowly losing their grip on reality from the isolation to the point where they almost relish being beaten when it affects their work because at least they get to see another person

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From the "Comfort My Characters!" Ask game:

🧣 - A fluffy blanket

Writer's choice for character (cause I don't know who could use a fluffy blanket more, or, more than one of them sharing it together 🥺)

-from @bilightningwhumper

HI BILIGHTNINGWHUMPER!!! I see you in my notifs a lot....... 👁️👁️ (/pos)

anyway have some maddie comfort. takes place post-canon, I think will contain A LOT!!!!!!!! of spoilers (I say I think because I am coming up with this drabble on the SPOT). unedited vell writing be upon ye

AGAIN MUCH SPOILERS IM SORRY

Madeline could still feel it. The weight of Rayan in her arms, the blood on both of them — he was alarmingly light but still fit perfectly in her embrace. Dropping the gun, running to the car, and speeding home faster than she herself even realised. Giving him to Vivana and crumpling down to the ground before she'd even made it through the front door.

Hours later, and after nearly an hour in the shower determined to scrub every inch of her body even as the blood washed away — the house was finally quiet. Rayan was asleep. His body had already started healing itself, however slower than normal. The only sound in the room was Rayan's breathing, slightly shaky even as he slumbered on the sofa. Madeline was beside him, a hand on his leg, her hair still damp from the shower.

"Mads—" Vivana crouched down beside her, cupping Madeline's cheek gently— "Look at me. You're okay. RayRay's okay. You did so well, I'm so proud of you."

She could still feel it. The blood, Rayan's small, starved body cradled in her arms. The weight of the gun in her hand, so wrong and yet so right. She didn't reply.

"I made us some tea. I thought you'd need it, but you don't have to drink it when it's ready," Vivana's thumb stroked under her eye, wiping away a drop of something that definitely wasn't water from the shower. "You don't have to talk. But I want you to rest for a long time now, okay?"

With that, she stood up, walling out of Madeline's point of view. Not long after did she return, however, carrying two blankets: a weighed one, and a thick, patterned throw.

Madeline didn't move as the weighted blanket was draped over her shoulders, wrapped around her torso to imitate the pressure of a hug. The throw was laid on top afterwards, and Vivana kissed the top of her head.

Madeline swallowed and spoke. Her voice was raw. "I'm sorry I ran off."

"Don't be," Vivana sat down beside her, pulling Madeline against her side. "I'll be honest, I was a bit angry at first — but that was only because I was worried about you. But you're back, and Rayan's back, and you're both in one piece. I couldn't ask for more than that."

Madeline tucked her face into the crook of her neck, shoulders beginning to shake with sobs. Vivana held her steady as she wept.

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I need help to move somewhere safe, badly.

Kansas is becoming worse and with local law enforcement knowing that I'm trans (as do the courts since I attended court in gender-appropriate attire), it's only a matter of time before that happens. I don't think I need to spell it out.

So I have started a new fundraiser.

I know...I hate having to ask as much as I have, but I'm in a corner and I need a leg up to get on my own two feet again. My housing isn't going to be available soon and I need a way to get to a safer state.

The details are in this link.

I'm sorry. I'm trying to do better. 😣

If can't donate, signal boosting helps. 🙏

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"...This isn't real. You're not real."

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