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[we-joyless-few]

Can I request some BobbyDoctor content? :3 Fics or art, whatever you're comfortable with :P

For sure! I’m gonna write a fic for now, then I may make a 3d render at a later date if I’m up for it x3c

Please pardon me if this isn’t the best-written thing, I’m a bit shy haha

Fic under the cut! Hope you enjoy!🩷

(my apologies this took so long by the way, had some stuff going on and got distracted😅)

Evening Meeting

An unexpected knock came at the Joy Doctor’s door in the middle of the night, startling him out of his clinical notes. “Yes?” he called out, receiving a mumbled reply. “You can open the door, you know.” As the door slowly opened, the doctor could see a familiar sight: his most beloved constable. “What’s the matter, dear? You look a bit flushed.”

“Well, I was havin’ to, uh, gather up me courage to knock…” The Bobby fidgeted shyly with the hems of his gloves, a habit that had endeared the doctor to him.

With a chuckle, the medicine man patted his leg, then motioned further for the other to come closer when he just stood there uncertainly. Once the constable was close enough, the doctor got out of his chair and embraced him. A surprised sound left the officer, pulling another lighthearted laugh from the doctor.

Before the Bobby could ask what was so funny, his lips were granted a kiss and his hips were firmly grabbed. A light shudder of surprise ran up his spine from the contact, and his face became even redder. When the kiss broke, he just stared dumbly at the man in front of him, eyes half-lidded and shoulders relaxed.

“There you are… Nice and calm. Come, sit a while and tell me what you’ve been up to. I could really use a break from my notes.” The Joy Doctor gave the other a soft smile before leading him to sit together on the plush couch along the wall. “I’m all ears.”

The two talked for hours together, entangled in each others’ embrace. After the long days they had, they needed it.

[hobdonk]

WE HAPPY FEW fanart

We Happy Few is a letdown of a game considering how fantastic it's story, worldbuilding, and characters are. It had passion. It's a beautiful creation letdown by two things- gameplay and bugs. I wish more people could appreciate it as a work of art, but it is extraordinarily looked down upon in the gaming sphere. While the reasons it's looked down upon are understandable, it still makes me feel a bit bad.

I respect Compulsion Games greatly and adore their craftsmanship.

Enjoy some fanart, I'm sure I'll be posting more.

[nickmpreg]

oops … ! i did it again

i played with your heart

got lost in the game … !

[pumpkindlzmeifu]

🥺👉👈💕🙈🙈💕💕💕💕

[hpytrails]

          The Stetson is a constable about 185 centimeters without any sign of a thrashing or jumping bone in him. Sure, he enjoys the typical drink at the pub like any other bobby -- but he hardly does it on duty. He’s a strange one that’s for sure, but he always seems to catch downers quickly, efficiently, and with charm and care. He treats downers with kindness and respect! But here’s the weirdest part: the downers never become repeat offenders! Haha! Isn’t that peculiar? Whenever asked, The Stetson always says this: “Maybe just listen to ‘em. Help ‘em clear their mind.”

          Whoever would ask that about a downer? Haha, I haven’t the foggiest! 

          Either way, he’s an interesting fella as he never wears the assigned bobby helmet! After his first helmet broke, he and Davy Hackney went back and forth about the style of the hat and why a bobby would ever choose to actually wear the darned thing. When The Stetson is questioned about this, he states: “I believe it fits me. I do my own thing; I don’t need anyone else tellin’ me what to do.”

          I still ask myself why the General hasn’t fired him! Haha!

          And gentlemen and ladies of this good, fine Wellngton Wells have you seen that firearm?! Why, I haven’t heard one since the war! And I can’t remember the sound it makes. Could one of our faithful readers please remind me what a bullet sounds like? If any of us even can! And what does The Stetson have to say about his trusty pistol: “It’s my best friend. And it gets the job done. Much quicker ‘n’ less dangerous than them wooden bats the others got lyin’ around.”

          Quite the odd chap, isn’t he? Haha! And what’s your actual name, sir?

          “Well, I prefer bein’ called the stetson, but if anyone asks, it’s Jesse McCree.”

          You know readers, I think that’s a familiar sounding name. It’s got a cowboy ring to it. Sort of like the documentaries of the wild, wild west. Did you know -- they were digging in the ground to find our precious Joy?! Haha! Can you believe it? Poor sods went looney in the mines trying to find our pills! Hahaha!

          Like our other red-donned officers, The Stetson has an office you can send a message to! He’d be more than willing to answer any of your questions, as I’m sure our wellettes are dying to know more about this “vigilante” out there, eh! Thank you for reading, and continue to have a lovely day for it. Because why else wouldn’t you?

A BIG THANK YOU TO @chainsxwsmile-personal FOR MY COMMISSION!!!

[toooldforgermany]

playing the ol' sympathy for the lightbearer sidequest and uh ...

something tells me good, ol' norbert had a stalker before i showed up.

[helius-helius]

[devoutbrother]

all of ya’ll playing night mode: man, night 10 is hard!!! me:  [ this image ]