#“building trust”

[distinctlywhumpthing]

In League — Escape

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Summary: August decides to escape run away before he meets the end of Wyatt's generosity. Beta read by @alittlewhump!

CW: Late-19th century, explicit language, failed escape, indentured servitude/classism, power dynamics, carewhumper/sympathetic whumper.

August always fell asleep in the wingback chair. He’d watch the fire die down to a glow of embers, fingers carding the fringe at the edge of the blanket, the sound of Wyatt’s pencil scratching on steadily behind him. Yet every morning he awoke tucked into the bed, Wyatt gone in the early hours of dawn. Perhaps he should have been more unsettled by the fact that Wyatt could move him so gently as not to rouse him but instead, he was only left with a hollow, wanting feeling in his throat. 

Today was no exception but instead of pulling the bedcovers up and trying to fall back asleep, he threw them off. The room was still shadowed though the sky outside was lightening. The rest of the house wouldn’t be up for hours, some would have only just found their beds a short while ago, but Wyatt was usually back before the sun rose properly. August had to be quick. 

He knew exactly what he was reaching for and didn’t need to light the lamp. A pair of trousers which had a hole in the knee, folded at the bottom of the wardrobe. A jacket hanging at the end for so long it had dust on the shoulders. The ends of the sleeves were worn and frayed, much too short on him let alone Wyatt. He hoped they wouldn’t be missed. 

August certainly wouldn’t. He didn’t have a place or a purpose here and there was no safety in that. Only a matter of time before Wyatt didn’t come home one night and the boys needed to blow off a little steam. It could just as easily be Wyatt, for all his experiences had taught him. He couldn’t stand the idea of being passed on either, sold to the highest bidder with the lowest morals, to another Keats. Making his own way seemed equally bleak. People took one look at him and could tell he was from the workhouse. Imagined him the illiterate son of thieves or debtors, good only for indenture, not even to be trusted with his own life. 

His eyes threatened tears as he stood at the window. In the very spot where Wyatt had comforted him that first night. He had relived that moment countless times, recalling the words Wyatt had spoken, the promises he’d made, until they became smooth and rehearsed, befitting of a dream. Not meant for someone like him. Hazier still were the days that had followed, when he’d succumbed to a fever. The only sharp points in his memory those of pain. 

In the week or so since, he’d almost exclusively kept to Wyatt’s room. The one time he’d ventured downstairs had gone poorly, to say the least. He still had a fading black eye and bruises as souvenirs. Wyatt had been patient with him in his fear and distrust but August couldn’t burden him any longer than he already had—or worse, meet the end of his generosity. The other boys certainly wouldn’t mourn his departure. Loyalty was clearly strong among the group and would eventually win out over the fleeting pity behind Wyatt’s kindness. It was only a matter of time. 

For a panicked moment, he thought the window latch wouldn’t open in his shaking fingers. He couldn’t risk going out the front door, not knowing who might have fallen asleep in the sitting room or if the housekeeper, Midge, had already arrived. The metal was cold, hints of rust along the seams and screws, like it had been left open in the rain one too many times. Finally, with a bit of lifting and shaking, it released. He took a breath of relief scented by the freshly fallen snow covering the ground outside. Not the best footing for disappearing but he’d manage. He was easily familiar with not having a choice. 

The air rushed around him for a heartbeat before his feet met the ground. A shorter fall than it had looked and an unpaved landing, thankfully. He stumbled backwards to keep his balance, bare feet stinging in the cold snow. It had seemed too much of a risk to steal a pair of shoes from downstairs, not knowing whose he might be taking. He slipped down the alley, ducking out of view as he passed the first-floor windows before turning onto the street. 

Of course, the neighborhood wasn’t one he recognised. He’d never left Knights’ territory while serving Keats but that meant he had a better chance of not getting caught by his men. He knew just enough of the borders to understand himself to be south and east. If he kept in those directions, he might stay safe. The rest, he would figure out with time.

At this hour, the streets were nearly empty and the few that were out didn’t lend him a second glance. August could have been any other paper boy or lamplighter running by. He hoped his feet would numb soon. He hadn’t even taken stockings, knowing that they’d swiftly tear on the cobblestones without shoes. The cold air burned his lungs but he pushed himself, wanting to get farther away before he slowed. He peered down every alley he passed, looking for one for narrow or covered enough to put an end to his footprints.

A flock of pigeons burst from some scraggly bushes as he ran past, taking his attention with them. The percussive beating of their wings faded as they rose toward the pale morning sky. He didn’t see a man round the corner into his path. He ran straight into him and fell back, ineffectively casting his hands out backwards to catch himself. A pain shot up his left wrist and the heels of his palms stung as they scraped on the cobblestones. 

“Sir, I beg your pardon,” he said, feet slipping as he tried to get them back under himself. “Please, forgive my carelessness.” He risked a glance up, hoping the man would accept his excuses and go on his way. “I—” 

It was Wyatt. Standing over him, a bemused smile on his lips. “You what?” 

He suddenly felt even colder. “Sir—sir, I—” He tried to swallow around the knot building in his throat. He couldn’t imagine what consequences he might face now. Wyatt bent down, reaching for him and he flinched back. “Please,” he whispered. 

“August, lad.” Wyatt let his hand fall, softening his voice. “I still mean to keep that promise. I’ll not hurt you.” 

He nodded, sniffling.  

“Look at the state of you.” Wyatt reached for his shoulder and he made certain not to flinch again. “You’re shivering—though I gather not only from cold—and your poor feet are already bleeding. How far did you think you were going to get like this?” 

In his stolen clothes no less. August dropped his chin. “I’m sorry, sir.” 

“You need only have asked.” Wyatt lifted his face, hand warm on his cheek. “I’m not trying to keep you, I’m trying to keep you safe. You’re not a prisoner, August.” 

Unthinking and stupid, that’s what he was. “No, of course not, sir. Please, I—” 

“Enough about that. It’s all right.” Wyatt caught his gaze and held it. His blue eyes were always clear whenever August looked into them, no matter the circumstances. But there was a sharpness to their clarity, ice rather than water. Wyatt wasn’t the sort of man to be clouded by doubt or yielding in his will. August shivered. 

“Come along, let’s get you home and sorted, hm?” Wyatt helped him to his feet. “At the very least a pair of shoes before you go on your way.” 

It seemed ridiculous that he should be offered aid after pulling such a stunt but he didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Thank you, sir.” 

“You know you don’t have to do that.” 

“I do, sir,” he said, looking down at his skinned hands to hide his face.

“And yet…” Wyatt sighed longsufferingly but when August looked up he winked. “Now, don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ll let you walk back on those feet.” 

August took a step back but Wyatt kept hold of his elbow. “Sir, really—”

“You’ll have to pick one or the other, August. You can’t call me sir in an unnecessary display of deference and respect while contradicting me in the very same breath.”

He flushed. “Of course not, sir.”

Wyatt smirked, sweeping him off his feet. “I’d have chosen the free lift, too.” 

August tried to mirror the smile but he couldn’t shake the dread of wondering where exactly he would be standing when Wyatt set him down. 

To be continued...

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#historical whump #sympathetic whumper #carewhumper #failed escape #beating mention tw #power dynamics #indentured servitude #“building trust”

[nerdpoe]

Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.

He has...a strange request.

He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.

She's glad she did.

"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."

Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.

"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"

Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.

"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."

With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.

She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.

Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.

Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #she builds him a superb grave #and makes it a point to leave flowers at it whenever she can #the paper also had his birthdate and deathdate #she doesn't know who clockwork is but she's heard phantom talk highly of him #so she trusts that this clockwork fellow wasn't joking around #she also makes it a point to take phantom for ice cream or other treats now that she knows he died so young #she keeps her word #she doesn't contact the fentons #she doesn't look into them #she's not bruce and she knows how to respect a boundary

[time-woods]

pieces based off a thing i wrote cause i couldnt get it out my brain

anyways im normal abt this i swear

#still not sure if cosmic gore is like a thing but #cosmic gore #celestial gore ? #star spill ? #chasing stars au #Sīdus the Fallen star #prismo the wishmaster #the carmine cavalier #scarab the god auditor #prohibitedwish #guys its just trust building exercises i swear #def not queer happenings here #trust in intimacy #adventure time au #adventure time #fionna and cake #my ao3 is just time_woods im fairly certain so

[canonicallyanxious]

I can only aspire to the level of spite that Brennan has achieved by creating an entire segment in his own gm talk show about the importance of snacks solely because Aabria and Matt made fun of him for eating almonds

#really looking forward to the adventuring academy ep with matt mercer #brennan lee mulligan #persephone valentine #adventuring academy #the full episode is super interesting and i highly recommend checking it out for thoughts on building trust and diff gm styles!

[vixxensvoid]

”you lack conviction” you lack this pussy, come here.

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #star wars #sw #just saying #girlblog #girlblogging #HE NEEDS ME #trust... #I could change his life for the better or the worse #most likely worse... but whatever HE GETTIN PUSSY #wait what #who said that #bro that wasnt me #the alpha wolf in me came out for a second #anakin I will destroy you and build you back up #then repeat

[edorazzi]

Page 4 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Adrien is adorably optimistic and Felix is about to get a huge shock at public school - but from what? 👀

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#miraculous ladybug #mentor au #adrien agreste #felix sphinx #A Matter of Trust #adrien breaks out of his house to attend school; felix goes because he has NOTHING else to do #his lil burst of confidence about to go down in flames ; w ; #place your guesses here! #josie's art #also the school is purposely missing the glass upper level which houses the cafeteria in canon #i like to think that was a later extension to the building; small differences my beloved

[mynabirb]

gossip buddies are an essential part of corporate work culture

#not a ship but man the inherent trust of giving someone your power source for a risky gamble #penacony from topaz's pov is the most mandatory team building event ever #just stuck in a hotel babysitting some minions while your co-worker tries to meet death and other assorted weirdos #honkai star rail #star rail #hsr aventurine #hsr topaz #penacony #my art #honkai star rail fanart

[captainclovey]

Sooo I finally finished cotl (as of the main base game) and now I have my little immortal kitty follower :3c I doodled these just to get a feel for how I want to draw my Lamb and Narinder, more to come when I have more freetime, cos I love this dynamic SO much

#cotl #cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #cotl fanart #cotl narilamb #tw injury #tw impaled #by an arrow but still #my lamb is chunky and fuzzy and wil have hooves that work by powerpuff rules of holding things #im a slow burn girlie so these two will spend Decades building trust before narinder even catches a whiff of realisation #of what his feelings are towards the lamb #myart

[nerdepic]

modern/non-fantasy au bloodweave !!!!

#i have a lot of thoughts HIIII #they meet in a bar and have freaknasty cubicle sex (astarions idea) but then they have a slow friendship building trust #post- cazador and minthara (who are horrid horrid exes in this). and learn to love again :))) #bg3 #bloodweave #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #if u know the first image's ref.......... i know what you are #gale x astarion #my art tag #art; bg3 #txt

[intotheelliwoods]

If I could get one of the keychains, I would tie him to the ceiling fan and turn it on. He go wheeeeeeeee

But sadly I cant- {also I never use keychains-}

DO NOT TIE YOUR POPTART kEYCHAIN TO YOUR CEILING FAN!!! I REPEAT DO NOT!!!!

#YOU WILL MAKE HIM STRESSED!!!!! #2al merch #IM PUTTING SO MUCH TRUST IN EVERYONE TO CARE FOR THEIR POPTART KEYCHAINS #ACTUALLY #NOT STRESS THE HELL OUT OF HIM!!!!!! #poptart keychain comes with 3 rules #1. dont dangle him off buildings #2. dont put him near windows #and 3. DONT HANG HIM FROM YOUR CEILING FANS!!!!! #might I interest you in doing something nice with him instead like turning on animal planet for him #and giving him cool ranch doritos

[sirinoke]

One-step tutorial on how to make V hostile.

#building trust from the very beginning #you can't be serious #johnny silverhand #v #male v cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 au #phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #my art

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Broken Roofs and Fixed Perspectives

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #xue yang #xiao xingchen #Lots of cut content notes on this one. Lets all have a moment of silence for all the cut A-Qing's in each perspective. #particularly ripped and buff 'Daozhang Defender 'A-Qing (her perspective) #funny but poor layout #XY also had a red arrow pointed at him in his own POV that said 'just troubled' but it made the panel too cluttered. #He does see himself as troubled and uses that to justify his actions #but I also think there is room for him to not really know exactly how to feel about himself in this situation #Yi-city is such a fantastic tragedy for so many reasons and you will bear witness to me rambling about it in the tags as this arc continues #Helping a blind man fix a roof? A manipulative act of building trust or genuine display of wanting to collaberate? #XY and A-qing have experience of the cruelty of the world where as xxc has blind (haha) faith that kindness prevails #These three simultaneous know each other more than the other's think and *yet* completely miss the mark. #the stories they tell in the blizzard (and the reactions they have) so perfectly display who these characters are #Both xxc and xy tell stories about unfair cruelty. To xxc it is others who's suffering is highlighted. XY highlight's his own. #A-qing understands xue yang more that she wants to admit. She predicts the twists in xy's story and empathizes with the hurt and anger #A-qing is also taking advantage of xxc! She is also lying to survive! #Though shes mostly benign in her intentions. She really did vibe check the rank stank on XY's soul on the spot #Alas...no one listens to teen girls....

[nelkcats]

Crystal Warnings

Threats to Earth are not news to the Justice League. Neither is the fact that a threat is "too powerful" for them, what is new is that the U.S. government wants to provide them with help, since when have they ever wanted that?

It is a novelty that does not sit very well with Bruce, because he feels that there is something wrong with the situation. They had faced thousands of dangers but it is only now that they are offering something? Definitely suspicious.

However Clark's curiosity was only outweighed by Barry's desperation to find a solution so he agreed to listen to what the "GIW" had to say.

Apparently their current threat was very much connected to them, which Bruce was not surprised by, what did surprise him was that the threat was less of a threat and more of a warning of sorts. As usual, people had played with things they shouldn't, causing catastrophic results.

The organization that contacted them had some sort of crystal, they flatly refused to say where it came from but explained that it was very important to beings from another dimension, and they were trying to contain the threat but found it impossible.

What Bruce got out of that conversation was that the organization had greatly disturbed a civilization full of unknown beings for the sheer joy of it. And that their current enemy was nothing more than a being desperate to retrieve whatever the crystal was.

Clark, of course, asked them for the crystal, to which they seemed very reluctant but in the end agreed. And Bruce set about contacting Diana, because he was sure they needed a diplomatic intervention rather than an actual battle.

It became clear that the crystal was extremely important when the giant eldritch menace transformed into a desperate teenage girl the moment the crystal appeared in her field of vision. That was even more evident when hundreds of portals began to form around the place, different creatures scowled at the humans.

Bruce vowed never to place his trust in organizations outside the League and its allies again. He swore doubly so when the crystal stopped being a crystal and transformed into a groggy, sleepy teenager mid-conversation.

There really was a hell of paperwork ahead. But at least the world was saved from human stupidity, again.

#dpxdc #Danny was captured by the GIW #Kind of #he was actually a little hurt and withdrew to heal himself in his core #the GIW just found him #Danny was sleeping for a while #probably due to the lack of ectoplasm in the environment than anything else #Ellie obviously noticed his absence #Clockwork indicated to the halfa that Danny was on earth but he did not know where #Danny is the only being that Clockwork cannot predict #Unfortunately #so Ellie got a little aggressive during her search #dp x dc #dc x dp #The GIW knew the crystal was important but didn't understand why the ghosts wanted it #Batman obviously doesn't trust their judgment #Danny took a long nap by accident #and Ellie destroyed a couple of buildings by accident too #ghost king danny

[imfinereallyy]

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) pt. 4

part 1 part 2 pt. 3

this one i am excited for, i hope you guys like it...

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February 1991, Chicago

Robin has a particular hatred for winter rain. It’s cold, damp and makes everything grey. She doesn't mind the rain in the summer—where it makes everything smell fresh and makes all the greens look bright.

Winter rain, though? Belongs in a circle of hell.

Admittedly, it's more than the way the downpour chills her to the bone. It's always a bad omen, a sign of what's to come. Most people find her paranoid, except Steve. He always nods his head in understanding; Robin can't tell if it's because he just understands her or because the winter rain makes his bones ache.

Robin shakes the water out of her hair as she walks up the steps to her apartment with Steve and Eddie. The bad feeling in her stomach doesn't ease up, creeping further and further up her throat until she worries she might choke on it. She takes her time going up the six flights of stairs, taking deep breaths, convincing herself that everything is fine and it's all in her head.

By the time she makes it to the door, Robin feels lighter.

Pushing through the doorway, Robin lets a small smile rest on her lips as her eyes look around to see who's home.

Her eyes land on Steve, head in his hands, shoulders shaking.

It's then she notices Steve is home, but Eddie isn't.

Steve lifts his head, tears in his eyes. "He's gone, Robs. Eddie left."

The rain could eat shit. Fuck.

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June 1996, Chicago

Robin waits until Steve leaves and a few minutes extra before making her way into the living room.

She knows the bastard is still here; Robin saw it coming from a mile away.

Trudging towards the couch in Steve's boxers and what she is sure is her ex-girlfriend's t-shirt, Robin smacks Eddie upside the head.

Hard.

"Ow! What the fuck, Buckley?" Eddie squirms, rubbing his head with a pout.

"Oh, shut it, Munson. You know that a slap is the least of your worries. You better believe something on you will be broken by the time you leave again." Robin huffs, her face going red.

Eddie sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Will you at least come talk to me before you cause me more bodily harm?" He pats the spot on the couch next to him like it isn't Robin's fucking couch.

Robin begrudgingly decides he's right and plops down next to him with a glare. "Trust me, Munson. We will be doing plenty of talking. And by we, I mean me."

"Don't you want to hear my sid—Ow! Birdie, for the love of god, stop hitting me." Eddie rubs his arm.

"No."

"No you won't hear me out, or no you won't stop hitting me?"

Robin levels him with a look so vicious that she is almost certain if he holds eye contact any longer, he will be set on fire.

Eddie's shoulder's slump, "Right."

Robin huffs through her nose, trying to fight back a smile. She will not crack around this idiot, even if torturing him brings her a special kind of joy. "Munson, unless the reason was 'if you didn't leave, Steve was going to die,' then you don't have a good reason."

A small smile makes its way onto Eddie's face, and Robin lightly slaps his knee. "Why are you smiling? You don't get to smile right now."

Eddie deosn't even flinch, "Nothing, it's just you specified Steve dying, and not the two of you or anyone else. Like Steve dying would be the issue. It's nice to see some things never change."

"You see that's where you're wrong, Munson." Robin gets really close in his face, "We've only gotten worse."

Eddie's smile is a full-blown grin now. Robin can't help but be a little charmed.

If Robin is honest with herself, and Steve encourages her to do so more often, she really misses Eddie. Despite her being angry at him, she's happy to have him here to be angry at. But once she's over that, she will be kicking him the fuck out of their apartment.

Something twisted lands in Robin's stomach as she makes her way back into her spot on the couch. Eddie doesn't get it that he left them. He left not just Steve but Robin, too. They were best friends, and suddenly, he's gone.

And on top of that, Robin had to watch Steve crumble, and it just isn't something she thinks she can ever get over.

For years, Robin watched Steve pick himself up over and over again. Resilient, brave, and sometimes a little stupid. That's her Steve. But after Eddie left, she was worried that this time he wouldn't get back up.

She can't go through that again.

Unfortunately though, Robin fears she might need Eddie's fucking help with something.

These boys will be the death of her.

"No more smiling, Munson. This is serious." Robin clears her throat.

"Right." His grin slips off his face. "You were saying you wanted to do the talking?"

Robin looks to the doorway, nervous. As if Steve is going to walk through any moment, despite not leaving all that long ago. She just knows how dates with Drew go. Sometimes Steve will come home early, frustrated and quiet, closed off in ways she hasn't seen in a long time. Other times he won't come home for days, Drew deciding he needed some alone time with Steve.

Robin isn't sure which she hates more.

She shakes her head, knowing she is being unreasonable—not on the hating Drew part (which is really what it is, down to its core) but on Steve coming back early. No matter what happens between Steve and Drew, Robin knows he is dreading coming back to this apartment with Eddie in it or, even worse, with Eddie gone.

"You're going to help me."

Eddie's eyebrows furrow, and Robin almost expects him to question it, to demand answers. Instead, he surprises her. "Okay, what do you need?"

Robin takes a deep breath, "We need to get Steve out of a bad relationship."

Worry falls over Eddie's face, "Is he okay? What happened? Is she hurting him?"

Ah. Robin forgot about that part. Eddie doesn't exactly know about Steve's sexuality. It isn't like the man isn't out—Steve has been out to their friends for years now—but it feels wrong to tell Eddie without consulting Steve yet.

She is going to have to work around it.

"Steve's...fine." Robin doesn't reall know actually. Lately, it's been like pulling teeth trying to get him to talk about Drew. She fucking hates that man. "He's unhappy, though. This person isn't good for him, and I think me saying it isn't enough."

Eddie rubs a hand down his face, "And how am I supposed to help that? Steve doesn't exactly want me around." His arms gesture towards the room in a dramatically flair.

Oh, this silly, silly man, Robin thinks. Unfortunately, he's exactly what Robin needs—more specifically, what Steve needs.

"True."

"Okay, hurtful."

Robin waves him off, "I'm not going to lie to you, Munson. We are both pissed at you. But I am worried about Steve. And I care more about him than I am angry at you. Despite all the shit you did, he cares about you. Because this is Steve. He cares a whole lot and gives a whole bunch without expecting anything. And he deserves better. And I think—no, I know, if he has two of his oldest friends showing him that, maybe he'll listen."

Robin fails to mention that regardless of how this plan goes, she will have her revenge on Eddie, to, ya know, even the score.

Eddie huffs through his nose, "Okay. Of course, I'll help. Besides, I was already planning on sticking around. I don't want to run away, not this time."

"Good." Robin lets a small smile slip onto her face, "Besides, you're a terrible athlete. Don't know why you insist on trying."

A dry laugh escapes Eddie, "Wow, thanks, Bridie. Missed you too."

Robin pushes him playfully. "If you're gonna stick around, maybe I'll hear you out, Eddie. But not now. Not yet. Don't know if this going to be long term; consider this a temporary truce."

Robin expects him to whine and contest it, but instead, Eddie looks delighted. "You called me Eddie."

Robin groans, "Don't ruin it."

Eddie grabs her hand, their rings clanking against each other, and gives it a squeeze. "Sorry, no take backs."

Robin says nothing, but squeezes back.

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i don't get to write her pov very often, but it is so fun. next update we will finally get a peak into Eddie's whole deal. Tag list is closed, but you can put notifs on the first part, I always put the link on the there.

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[spacebubblehomebase]

Guys... GUYS!!!

I have an idea for a Chaggie + Radioapple AU and the world building... Oh my GOD do I have an idea. It's gonna be SO crazy and I'm on break now so hgwdgvdhwevdjyvwedjbwjd Should I??? SHOULD I??? Oh God Oh God Oh God it's INSANE I don't know. It's so long but oh WOW it's hahaha I don't wanna spoil anyone, but I remember doing this for another fandom I made comics for back when I was just starting online. That was so long ago now. But to honor my past self (hehe), what do ya'll think the #HHStargazersAU's gonna be about?

I guess I should say that this also serves as an interest check in a way. But don't be mislead now and don't think too much about the tone of this drawing. Anyone who've seen my art would know I mostly do fluff and humor anyways. ^v^

(Mostly.)

-Bubbly💙

#spacebubblearts #fanart #my art #HHStargazersAu #doodle #hint hint #wink wink #chaggie #radioapple #appleradio #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lilith morningstar #hazbin hotel #amazon prime #alternate universe #world building #here we go #which of these tags can be trusted: #human au #circus au #influencer au #guardian au #secret identities au #royalty au #main character(s) death? #yuri angst? #domestic dads?

[forgettingcrowbin]

Getting used each other...

#started missing my guys here so I had to make a few sketches <3 #Just Palette becoming a part of their lives #trust building #normal found family stuff #oh my god I thought about hobbies with knives and killer definitely whittles #unclemare au #palette roller #palette sans #unclemare!palette #unclemare!dream #unclemare!nightmare #nightmare sans #nightmare's gang #nightmares gang #nightmare!sans #cross sans #cross!sans #dust sans #dust!sans #horror sans #horror!sans #killer sans #killer!sans #murder time trio #murder sans #murder!sans #undertale alternate universe #undertale au #undertaleau #bruh I added too many tags lmao