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what if I posted bug ass

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murfy.

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Mmmmmmmmm G3 brainrot... watched a buncha specials they're rlly cute

How many layers of cringe is this? Like three? Fuckin whatever this was fun, turning Murfy into a Breezie. Ngl I don’t like their g4 design fjddklvsmfklvv

Bonus horse yuri:

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How many layers of cringe is this? Like three? Fuckin whatever this was fun, turning Murfy into a Breezie. Ngl I don’t like their g4 design fjddklvsmfklvv

Bonus horse yuri:

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'Why am I friends with this guy again?' Ponders Rayman

'This is the best idea anyone's ever had, ever' muses Murfy

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Two types of freaks

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My only explanation as to why I've been so quiet here

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redid my human designs again, I'm gonna keep these

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E y e s

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can i throw murfy pls

LMAO yaaa

He been threw

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A king's... left hand man

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Happy Halloween have this fic I wrote a while back about vampirism.

Don’t look at me. Anyways this is about bloodsucking this is your one blood warning.

Vampirism

What the hell is wrong with me? This is about neck biting expect blood.

“What the hell did you do this time?”

“I didn’t do nuthin’!”

Paintmy rubbed his face, only daring to peek through his fingers to look back at Murfy’s newest mess. Dark claws had grown out of his hands, bright red slits replaced his pupils, and, most importantly, his grin was sporting a brand new set of big, sharp, scary looking chompers. Paintmy had no time to be scared, though. Only irritated.

“Oh it’s nuthin’ you fucking clown?” He repeated, exaggerating the greenbottle’s northern accent to add to the angry mockery. “Nuthin’ my fat ass, look at you! Your dipshit self got turned into a meat-hungry beast! How are you gonna survive this without starving, or eating someone you’re gonna regret!?”

“Easy,” Murfy mumbled, trying to keep the tone light, “just eat everyone I don’t like.”

“HEY-”

“I’m joking! I’m joking, geez, you’re really high strung about it, sweetcheeks.” He rolled his eyes, but flashed another smile, a hand on Paintmy’s shoulder. “But I do have a plan! It’s actually what I’m here for.” The larger fae stood silent, processing what the hell Murfy meant. Eyes darting between his face and the hand, it finally clicked in the fairy’s mind, and he gasped.

“You’re gonna turn me into filet mignon!?”

“No!” Murfy exclaimed incredulously.

“You’re gonna turn me into filet mignon!!!” Paintmy backed away from the fly’s grasp as he continued, heartbroken, if also a tad over dramatic. “I’m gonna become a steak on your plate, and you’re gonna break Stitchy’s heart!!! Are you even going to cook me properly!? Are you gonna leave me RAW you cretin!?”

“I ain’t eating ya, this isn’t that kind of fanfic!” Murfy finally covered Paintmy’s mouth, taking a breath as the oil paint fae finally quieted down. He continued: “It’s not much, but a bit of that red gold wouldn’t leave me starvin’ either. Just let me suck some of your blood, alright?” He finally moved his clawed hand away, dragging it to his partner’s cheek. “I promise you, cross my heart, or stake it? Cross it. I’m not gonna kill ya, or eat ya, or anything of the sorts. You’ll be feeling a little woozy, but I’ll help you out after. That sounds like a plan?”

Paintmy looked at the floor, at the curl on his forehead, at the hand, everywhere and anything as he thought over the suggestion. Can people survive getting bloodsucked? How much is he taking? Are his teeth like… straws? It might hurt, but maybe it wouldn’t be that different to the other circumstances where Murfy had found a need to bite him. The fairy’s face heated up at the thought, but he gulped it down and nodded.

“Great!” Murfy beamed, giving Paintmy a final look of the teeth going to his jugular before the greenbottle flew behind him. “You’re the best, Paints.” Palms a little sweaty, the fly carefully unbuttoned the neck of the fairy’s apron, revealing the skin of his neck, unblemished and unbroken. He has seen more than just Paintmy’s bare neck, but the circumstances had made him incredibly nervous. He knew he had to be careful, otherwise it could mean disaster. He needed to steel his resolve, he already promised he wouldn’t kill Paints! Holding the top of the apron to the side with his left hand, he planted his right hand just under the taller fae’s shoulder, and carefully sunk his brand new canines in.

Paintmy hissed when the points pressed against his skin, flinching hard as they began breaking skin. He tried to close the space between his neck and shoulder, but Murfy squeezed onto his shoulder harder to force it in place. When he growled, the fly found himself hesitating again, relenting on the burning pressure on the taller fairy’s jugular just a bit to whisper an apology. Paintmy only shook his head.

“Just finish the job, man.”

Murfy didn’t go slow. Wanting to get the painful part over with, he bit down hard, hard enough to finally puncture right into an artery, and let blood seep through to the surface. As soon as he tasted metal, he let go, instead closing his lips around the wound to begin drinking; he groaned as soon as he could feel it pooling in his mouth, a gnawing thirst he had been ignoring finally satiated. The fly would’ve never thought he’d find blood as refreshing as water, but at the moment he was lapping every drop coming out of Paintmy’s neck like it was precious ambrosia.

The initial searing pain had left Paintmy holding back tears, only releasing them when the cooling relief of a wet tongue ran through the wounds. The fae found himself sighing, any alarm over being injured being drowned out by the more familiar and welcome feeling of Murfy sucking on his neck, his teeth barely in the picture anymore. He concentrated on it, even reveled in it, feeling in heaven as the greenbottle left a love bite right over the regular bite, bruised and red and adored. When he pulled away, only to leave a kiss as an apology, Paintmy moaned at the separation. He wanted more, more of Murfy’s mouth, but he knew it would leave him more light headed than he already was, for better or worse. Murfy leaned back in joy, happily rubbing the sides of his mouth clean of any escaped blood.

“Ahh,” He sighs, a big toothy smile on his face, “that hit the spot! I felt like I was gonna wither away, and I was even eating raw meat, man! Thanks a bunch, toots.” He tried to lock eyes with Paintmy, but the fairy quickly turned away to hide his reddening face, not daring to say a word, just in case it came out too needy. He settles for a shaky thumbs up. Murfy grins more mischievously, speaking in a hushed tone. “This doesn’t gotta be the last time. And it doesn’t just gotta be yer pretty neck.” The fairy couldn’t anymore, practically gasping out his soul in embarrassment. Murfy could only cackle at his partner acting so timidly out of nowhere, leaving another kiss on his cheek.

“However,” he began to muse, “I hope vampirism doesn’t spread through biting. I’m still not sure if vamps can feed off each other.”

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“WHAT-”

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I like weddings so so much but if I say it outloud I get FLUSTERED

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cupid arrows cutesy shit etc etc <333

Happy Valentine's Day don't look at a calendar

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Murfy seems like he’d smell like pencil eraser and grass. I don’t know why but it just feels like he’d smell like that

Oughh yea that sounds actually pretty accurate! I never thought about it but it feels spot on :0

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Way too fat ink pens my beloved

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What’s the usual day between you and Eret, Son of Eret? Does it involve dragons?

If anyone has any questions for me and/or Eret, Son Of Eret, please feel free to reblog with your questions! Thank you!