Mmph? Hudda Hrr!

{Independent Selective RED Pyro Account}

[myxineye]

my entry for tf2map’s 72 hour jam!! just some fun experimenting with pyro ^_^

[mumblinous]

[ retrieve ]

NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . || Accepting

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

       Shots. Explosions. It’s all noise, noise, a battlefield, a free-for-all.

       So much noise. Why are there so many people here?

       To their side, the other masked figure mows down an incoming assailant through the open window with a hail of gunfire and a laugh.

       “My gun hungers for chaos!” he shouts, triumphantly. The phrasing is lost on the arsonist. He’s enjoying this though, they think. Some distant part of them notes they’d be having fun too, if only it weren’t so loud, if only it weren’t so crowded.

       Footsteps. Running. Someone’s about to try coming through the door. Again.

       “...Ah. It appears to also hunger for bullets. My friend—” 

       Body acts on autopilot. Red-black form swings out to eliminate the stranger with two clean shotgun blasts to the face just as they make it to the frame. The still figure left behind is already gone when the mercenary ducks back into cover. Their muscles are tense. Shaking, maybe. It’s hard to tell. If they could see their own fingers, they imagine their knuckles would be white with how tightly they grip their firearm.

       A grenade, (maybe a rocket, maybe something else, they don’t know) goes off outside, too close, too loud with everything else, their ears are ringing (do they even have ears?) and they just want to burn something, they just want it to be quiet — 

       Chaos is talking, they realize. Attention and gaze abruptly snap to him. He’s pressed up against the wall. Holding a pistol up and ready. The rifle he’d been using is leaning next to him. Why? Those rounded lenses glance from what lay beyond the window to the arsonist and back, made apparent only by the way his head moves.

       “Can you hear me now?”

       ...How long has he been speaking to them?

       “ —ectacular fireball!” A laugh. A joke? “A wonderful show! It seems to have taken out many of our opponents howev- Oh someone’s moving.” The Agent leans out the window and fires his sidearm once, twice. His companion assumes whoever had been unfortunate enough to make it through the explosion is now dealt with, given how he slips back into an easy lean against the wall.

       (The mercenary, without noticing, relaxes some in turn.)

      “Well. As I was saying before. I need ammunition for the rifle. Do you happen to have any?”

       They scan their inventory. Checks their pockets and pouches. Ammo, yes, but not the kind that Chaos is looking for. They’d already given him everything they’d found before. So they start to shake their head — but then stop. Maybe...

       A small gesture for him to wait, and they turn to exit through the doorway they’d practically been guarding. They barely even need to take three steps. The area is littered with a variety of supplies, undoubtedly left behind from those the mercenary themself had gunned down in defense. They’re surprised that it’s taken them so long to even register there were things to scavenge.

       And, as they pick through to take what’s needed, they pause as it finally hits them how quiet it’s gotten.

       They bring back with them bullets to spare and additional medical supplies they’d grabbed, just in case. Most of it gets set on the floor for the time being. What was specifically requested, they hand directly to Chaos. He takes the small collection of clips with a satisfied, if short, hum.

       “Many thanks, my friend.”

       For an instant, it feels as if he wants to say something else. But the arsonist can only watch as the Agent seems to decide against whatever words he might’ve uttered, and turns his attention instead to his weapons.

       It’s quiet, now.

[mumblinous]

[ swat ]

NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . || Accepting

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .

        A small, muffled yelp as hand recoils in surprise from the sudden impact. It hadn't hurt it the least — startled far more than anything — but it certainly succeeded in abruptly drawing Pyro's attention away from the variety of lights and buttons and dials he'd been about to touch, and instead to the (very nicely dressed) gooperson beside him.

        They're giving him a look. Even without any visible expression, the arsonist can tell that much.

        Shoulders droop ever so slightly. His hand drops too. No touching then.

        He does take one more brief glance at the panel as Specimen turns though. There's a small note tacked on by the controls, probably put there by one of the other people in the facility. But then his magic friend is beckoning for him to follow again and he quickly makes to do so.

        Still, as he's led away, Pyro can't help but wonder what "neutral beam accelerators" are.

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[walledflower]

mumblinous​:

       The mercenary is absolutely delighted when the man accepts one of the chocolate confections. And when he so nicely asks for more?        Oh, Pyro is utterly beaming.        Excitedly he nods and eagerly tries to give the rest of the brownies to the taller male, nearly shoving them at him, tray and all. It’s hard to keep from bouncing in joy. He doesn’t want to risk dropping the brownies though, because nobody likes dirty brownies.

       “  Oh –  Wait –   ” Suddenly, he has a whole tray in his hands and he is standing unsure of himself of what to do with all of them. He wanted another but he doesn’t think he should eat the whole tray… “   Don’t you … Want one ?   ” He looks curiously at the mask, something he has never seen Pyro without. Something he’s not sure the other is even comfortable with taking off in front of someone else.

[mumblinous]

       “Mm-mm,” hummed gleefully, even as the arsonist gives a brief shake of his head. The brownies are for Henry, because he thinks Henry is nice and deserves brownies. Besides, Pyro isn’t particularly hungry at the moment, and he can always make more later when he is. He appreciates the concern though!

       But for now he turns with a wave and a muffled goodbye, and begins to head off. His Rainblower won’t find itself after all!

[walledflower]

UNPROMPTED . ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@mumblinous​ offered: Pyro made brownies! And now here he is, offering up the delicious fudge squares to the funny stranger with the nice voice!

                            Oh … ? Brownies … ? Henry looked to the masked figure for confirmation that he really could eat some. Known to those who knew him well to have quite the sweet tooth he was more than happy to take a piece from the tray. It did not show well on his face, but the treats were delicious. He gave a nod to Pyro, only speaking when he had finished his piece, “ Thank you… Can I… Uh… Have another? ”

[mumblinous]

       The mercenary is absolutely delighted when the man accepts one of the chocolate confections. And when he so nicely asks for more?        Oh, Pyro is utterly beaming.        Excitedly he nods and eagerly tries to give the rest of the brownies to the taller male, nearly shoving them at him, tray and all. It’s hard to keep from bouncing in joy. He doesn’t want to risk dropping the brownies though, because nobody likes dirty brownies.

[kittykalliarts]

🦇🎃 🦇🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!  🦇🎃 🦇🎃

@dontneedadispenser held a secret satan event and this is my secret satan gift for @pencilmerchant !!! Hope you have a great spooky day!!!!

[mumblinous]

Random fun fact: Pyro does have some vague idea about how to drive but has never actually been properly shown, let alone allowed behind the wheel properly. At most he's sat in the driver's seat of a vehicle that had no key in the ignition and pretended to drive around.

If taught he has the potential to learn quickly, but for everyone's safety it might be best to keep him relegated to a passenger.

[max-thebrownhairlesbian]

me: *getting ready to sleep*

the demons in my head: cat.(ding ) I’m a kitty cat. and I dance dance dance.

me: what year am I in

[shadowdragonia]

[nerdgul]

This meme is so ancient most ppl who rebloged this prolly dont even know the video jingle this came from.

12 years. This meme is 12 years old

[ryrythescienceguy]

according to know your meme it’s actually 14 years old. as of today, coincidentally. happy birthday kitty cat dance thank you for your contribution to meme history

[doesitsparkjoytho]

[somnolent-scout]

This thing plays in my head on loop and I refuse to suffer alone so you must listen to it

[somnolent-scout]

Was reminded yet again that this exists

[karuuhnia]

[walledflower]

mumblinous​:

       Pyro hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He really hadn’t. Taking naps outside had gotten him in trouble before after all, so he tried not to do it anymore. The weather was simply so nice that day that, when he’d decided to sit down after his very long walk to this new town, he’d gotten so comfy he’d ended up dozing off.

       The brief jostle was enough to make him stir. Eyes slowly blinked open. Through the fog in his brain he registered the words that didn’t sound upset, and for an instant he wondered if it was Engie or one of the others come to get him for a game. But it wasn’t Engie’s face he saw when he looked up. It wasn’t the face of anyone he knew at all, and it took the arsonist several moments to remember where he was and that the games were over and he was… He was supposed to go somewhere, but where — ?

       Focus abruptly shifted to the stranger Pyro had inadvertently been staring at. Who was this man? He looked nice. How long had he been waiting there? A gloved hand lifted in an awkward half-wave.

       “..Hu…dda…?”

       Pyro had never been particularly good at greeting new people.

                                  “ Uh… ” The answer has Henry left perplexed, he knows if he had been woken from a nap he would have been left a bit groggy from being woken suddenly. Still, even if he could not see the person’s face beyond the mask they didn’t seem angry that he had interrupted their rest. He returns the wave with one of his own, “ Hey… Sorry… To wake you up. ”

Henry had half expected the person to remove their mask in order to properly greet or respond to him but… Ah, maybe it was less of a cosplay thing and… Well, he could not say, but he was not going to request to see their face if they were not willing to show it.

“ I just… It’s getting real hot out. ” He nodded up at the sun which was at its peak and raging down at the park, “ So… I didn’t want you to get heat sick in that thing. ”

[mumblinous]

       As the stranger speaks, the mercenary gradually shifts to sit properly upright, hands settling upon lap, watching and listening all the while. He has a nice voice, Pyro thinks. Soft. Like a gentle breeze or a bunny’s fur. Dandelion puffs and pussy willow catkins.

       (He’s not sure where that last comparison comes from. It feels right though.)

       Mention of heat and gesture of the other’s cranium prompts Pyro to look up. Dark lenses consider the sky and sun above. He doesn’t feel hot. Pleasantly warm, but not hot. He recalls some of the lessons he’d learned in the Badlands however — remembers the especially warm days where he and his friends had played for hours beneath an overzealous sun, and how easy it was to get sick from it if they weren’t careful. He’s not playing now, but... Maybe he should find a shady spot or go inside somewhere just in case? Part of the arsonist doubts it would be necessary but if the kind stranger apparently felt worried enough to wake him...

       Gaze returns to the taller male. A muffled noise of appreciation escapes from under the mask.

       “Hhnp hu mphrr! Hrrmh nph mrphn. Khn Hhdo sduy hh mt hndrr doh?”

      It’s comfortable where he is, and now he has company, and he wonders if maybe the man might be willing to talk to him more, if only because Pyro likes the way he sounds.

[grunlaureiser]

[mumblinous]

It only now hits me that Pyro more than likely has enough money to buy out or set up a small town

[mumblinous]

@unmother

       This town, Pyro thinks, might be one of his favorite places ever. Admittedly the list of contenders is rather short, and he’s not sure anywhere will ever beat out the Badlands for all the fun and games and friends he had there, but this town is certainly a close second. It’s just so pretty and colorful and there’s a big lake and there’s so much to explore and there’s the people and the animals and the puppies. 

       He loves the puppies here. They must be some of the most playful puppies in the whole world. 

       Booted feet pound the pavement. Ahead of him the canine practically scrambles around a corner and Pyro nearly laughs as he stumbles to make the same sharp turn. This puppy has much more energy than its friend did! He’s very glad for that fact. While he’d understood when the other puppy decided to take a nap after the surprise wrestling game, Pyro had still wanted to play. How lucky that this puppy felt the same!

       Another turn. There’s noise coming from up ahead now too. Familiar noises. Noises like —

       A sound of excited realization from the arsonist. His grip tightens his grip on the weapon in his hands and he hastens to round the bend, only to skid to a stop at the sight that greets him.

       More puppies. A whole pack of puppies. The one he’d been trying to tag quickly joins the group and Pyro can’t tell which one it is anymore, and some of them are looking over, and now they’re running at him, and in his excitement he completely misses presence of the other person in the powder-pink fog, too focused on rushing at the dogs himself with a cheer burbling in his throat and his beloved lollipop raised high.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Random Symbol Meme

Send a symbol for…

⭐️ for our muses to go stargazing together 🌧 for our muses to get caught in the rain together 🥐 for our muses to have breakfast in bed 🍳 for our muses to cook together 🍻 for our muses to both be drunk ⚽️ for our muses to play a sport together 🏈 for our muses to watch a sporting event together 🎱 for the receiver to ask the sender for advice 🎨 for our muses to do something creative together 🎬 for our muses to watch a movie together 🚑 for the receiver to be injured ✈️ for our muses to go on holiday together  🏖 for our muses to go to the beach together 🏠 for our muses to move in together 💒 for our muses to get married ⌚️ for the receiver to be running late for something 📲 for the receiver to text the sender 📸 for the sender to take the receiver’s photo 📞 for the sender to call the receiver 🕯 for our muses to be in a blackout 🩹 for the sender to tend to the receiver’s injury 🛌 for our muses to share a bed 🎁 for the sender to give the receiver a present 📩 for the receiver to write the sender a letter 📈 for the receiver to give the sender good news 📉 for the receiver to give the sender bad news 🗓 for the sender to ask the receiver on a date ❤️ for the sender to tell the receiver that they love them 🆘 for the sender to ask the receiver for help 🔇 for the sender to tell the receiver to be quiet 💭 for the sender to ask the receiver what they’re thinking 🏳️‍🌈 for the sender to come out to the receiver

[colacarnage]

Spooky season is coming up, felt like drawing a TF2 themed Headless Horseman. I know they already have one, but he lacks a horse.

Process here: