#🌲wild god

[walker-of-the-roads]

🌲WELCOME TO THE FOREST🌲

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This blog is run by The Clockwork Dandelions, but you can call mus Dandelion, myr pronouns are he/she/it. Wi are a DID system with a variety of alterhumans, therians and otherkins but wi as a whole collectively identify as both a fox therian and a deity of pestilence.

This blog will mostly be used to talk about myr experience with alterhumanity and to try to connect with the community. Wi may occasionally frequently also talk about myr experience as a system, since there's a lot of intersection for mus.

Tag System: (more to be added as needed)

deity of pestilence: #🌲divine plague

fox theriotype: #🌲feral vulpine

cryptid hearttype: #🌲wild god

changeling: #🌲shifting fae

general chatting: #🌲dandelion speaks

likes and follows will come from @vagabondkidz , my main blog 😔

[safa-abed]

Christmas in Gaza ?!

All occasions and holidays pass, everyone on the planet celebrates the New Year, but on October 7, time stopped in Gaza, as the devastating war began! We in Gaza offer our martyred children as gifts to heaven, as a sacrifice against global injustice. One day soon we will reach freedom, God willing. Our birthday is under bombardment and deadly cold, our birthday is another day of suffering 😓” We wish you a beautiful Christmas and do not forget our children in Gaza in your prayers 🙏🏼🫂🌲

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[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 14th April ✨

Oh my god, the audio sure did drama this week!!  

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E7.5) HOW did none of us put this together sooner?! Oh my god, what an absolutely INCREDIBLE little twist. I love the undercurrent of hopeful resilience in Tell No Tales (Leo is going to get with the programme really soon 🤞) and I am screaming, crying and throwing up imagining the end of season reunion 😭 HOWEVER, don’t think I missed for a second that Riley is asking for another packet of painkillers . . . it would be so like him to think that 16 paracetamol is two doses of paracetamol but still! He needs to be okay!!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (147) hhhhh what a GOOD episode. There’s something different about the horror of season 4 that I want someone with a literature degree to talk to me about for hours. Can we please talk about how the murder victim had a treble clef carved into them . . . i.e. the symbol at the start of a piece of music. It’S SO CLEVER I love the intricate details of this show!!!!! And, can we also talk about how emotional I feel about Clem (namer of everything) is in love with Shelby (has a cat named Cat). There’s something in that which is giving me palpitations. 

🦀 @thesiltverses (39) You wouldn’t think one would be happy to have silt in their ears, but I am!! I’ve missed this story so much and I loved the twist in this episode. Carson has practically wrapped Shrue in a bow and handed them to Carpenter and Hayward. I can’t WAIT for that conversation. 

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (17) Oh this is so beautiful! Do humans do this with ice?? I think we should 1000% do this with ice! I don’t have voting privileges (yet 💸) but I think they should go easy on their foes in the snowball fight. I would love to see how adorably smug Óli is if allowed to win 🥺

🤴 Inco @itmeblog (S3E20-34) If anyone takes SAWA away from Nova again I am going to throw HANDS. I’ve always considered SAWA to be endearingly overbearing with her prompts to Nova but we got such a good glimpse of how vital she is in the library/archives and I love her 😭

♦️@grottopod (8) Grotto finale! I loved the music at the start of this episode and it was so satisfying to hear David get to express some of his frustrations. Season two sounds like it’s going to be wild. 

⚔️ @camlannpod (7) This episode KILLED me. Here are the quotes that made me scream: “GWEN: You can’t love the mental illness out of someone.”  (10/10, true, valid, hurts) “PERRY: Eat a dick, Kay.” (11/10 the crowd goes WILD) “RHIANNON: (calling to the group as they leave) Cousin. About your lover. You didn’t fail him. You just needed more time.” (1/10 OW?????? OW OW WHY? OW!!!!) “MORGAN: You’re just as bad as Arthur. Worse. At least he was honest about it.” (??/10 JAW ON THE FLOOR) I need this podcast forever 🥺

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (11) Oooh I liked this episode!! I love it when you’re left to fill in the blanks in a horror story - my mind is still whirring through so many awful scenarios. 

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XXXIV-XXXV) ah! I’ve accidentally caught up to Not Quite Dead! What will my Sunday afternoons look like now?? There were so many moments in these eps which made me laugh but I’m mostly just so in awe of how complex and real these characters are. Neige genuinely feels 10000 years old and shaped by the trauma of each of them. I need to check the release schedule because I cannot wait for more!! 

Have a good week of listening, everyone! 🌈

[edible-emerald]

gonna try and make a proper pinned post lmfao

LINK TO A THERIAN DISCORD SERVER THAT I OWN THAT'S SUPER COOL AND AWESOME AND YOU SHOULD JOIN

SYSCOURSE CODE: 👍/❤️🗯/📘/🔺🔶/🔵/🌘🌕/🟧/🌲/🌥️☀️/💭/🐊/🐌🐞/🐳

PLURAL CODE: 🌄/❓/🔥/🍀/🐨🐏/🎧/⚡/ (We're still figuring a lot out)

A LOT OF THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE WE KNEW WE WERE PLURAL WE'LL UPDATE SOON I PROMISE MOST OF THIS APPLIES TO THE HOST

Howdy. You can call me Emerald, Calypso or Syren. My pronouns are she/they/xe/it. (Girlflux) Usually any are fine to use but they do fluctuate, so ask. Even if you use listed pronouns when I don't want you do I don't usually care all too much. I'm aromantic/asexual, EXTREMELY romance repulsed, and a minor.

Because I am a minor, I ask that adults respect their own DNIs if they have that. If you don't, you may interact; but I get defensive, argumentative and anxious very easily, especially around adults.

Idk how I never added it but my mental disorders and disabilities are: ADHD (Diagnosed at age 9) Depression (Diagnosed at age 11) Social anxiety (Self diagnosed) Autism (Highly suspected/in the process of pursuing a diagnosis) Some sort of trauma disorder (Suspected, talking with my therapist about possible PTSD) OCD (Suspected) DID/OSDD (We're a sys(let) so the chances are relatively high, plus other symptoms)

We're desirdae! We use a lot of desirdae & dissomei labels, however some major ones are desirfakesui, desirpermateen, desirworsen, desirpermadaydream, and a few others.

On most websites I use the username edible_emerald, including discord and ao3.

Median. I'm still figuring out this identity and questioning it so it's kinda a placeholder and we're gonna try and become more distinct but keep that in mind. Simply plural is Abysstem, if you friend me tell me your tumblr username when you do (I may decline sorry)

We're a Mixed Origin system! More specifically, Esogenic and our term, Hexabyssgenic. if you have a problem with it than block button is there for your convenience <3

I'm alterhuman!! Therian, otherkin, conceptkin, holothere, otherhearted, and voidkin. Theriotype: Northwestern grey (gray? grey? hwo the fyuck do you spell it) wolf, kintype: mermaid, and i'm also a mermaid holothere :> I'm questioning Lynx/wild feline, along with something winged (but I'm not too sure anymore). I’m also mermaidhearted and have other hearttypes that I’ve been too lazy to figure out but I will eventually. I'm also conceptkin of the concept of dissociation because uhhh fuck you

I post art sometimes

Also I like to write!! :3

MY SPINTEREST IS MCYT!!!! I LOVE!!!!!! MCYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KSMP LSSMP UU PARK/PVPCIV CSMP TRSMP AND WHITEPINE OHHH I LOVE YOU OHHH I LVOE YOU

Current hyperfixation: STUDIO INVESTIGRAVE UUUUAAAGHRRGHHGGHHHHH OHH HYM GOD RODY IFS SO FUCKIGN STUPID OHH BOK-SU THYEE COULD NEVR MAKE ME HATE OYUUU.... SOMe previous hyperfixations include LU/TOTK/TLOZ, TOH, CSMP, KOTLC, TADC, HH, HB, MD, TOS (1 and 2), and chess. I write fanfiction a bit and you can find my writings on my ao3 account (edible_emerald)

I run a plethora of sideblogs, ask if you're curious

I can reclaim the slurs faggot, retard and tranny but I don't really use them very often (also i'm extremely uncomfortable with being called a retard or retarded even if it's reclaimed or as a joke, please don't, also please don't call me stupid or insult my intelligence at all /srs)

I will update this when I remember stuff lmao

I will try to respect your boundaries, but I may forget and accidentally misgender you, break your boundaries, make you uncomfortable, etc. Please correct me if I do! We're autistic so sometimes it's hard to tell TvT

I'm pretty petty keep that in mind I am NOT the bigger person

My only DNI are that bigots DNI. I also ask that Harry Potter and DSMP fans DNI *UNLESS* I interact first, then you're welcome to.

Also, astrothetherian supporters get the fuck away. We've been harassed by them and sent literal SA threats by them. If you think that's acceptable than stop pretending you care about trauma survivors BECAUSE WE ARE ONE.

As for my other DNIs, I don't have any, anyone can interact. You will want to keep in mind that I'm:

Pro endogenic/tulpamancer/willogenic systems

We believe tulpamancy isn't cultural appropriation as we've seen screenshots from Tibetan Buddhists saying it was OK, but if you have people who are Tibetan Buddhists saying otherwise please let me know /srs

Pro self-diagnosing (with research)

Shipcourse is stupid. I guess we're technically proship/profic (in the sense that we believe in "ship and let ship" and won't harass people over it but don't actually ship problematic things ourselves) but we still ask darkshippers DNI (because it makes us uncomfortable) also anyone who calls themselves "antiship" unironically DNI you're all the most insufferable people on the planet (if you say you're anti proship you can interact because only people using 'antiship' get involved in shipcourse. hardcore shipcoursers also DNI you're literally the most obnoxious people out there disrespectfully)

Pro contradictory labels (we don't fully understand most of them but we don't care it doesn't harm anyone)

Anti Radqueer, TransID critical (we understand why they may be used but we believe that they aren't OK to use anyways, not letting transautistics into autistic spaces is not akin to not letting trans women in womens bathrooms and saying so is transphobic, putting "trans" in front of things like "abuser" or "groomer" after you've "transitioned" doesn't make you a transgroomer, it makes you a groomer, being transharmful due to intrusive thoughts is harmful to those with them and the destigmatization of intrusive thoughts)

Pro TransID alternatives (such as desirdae, dissomei, etc) AS LONG AS you are against harmful transitioning

Send an ask and we can go into more depth on any of these opinions

I block freely though.

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Oh my god cal!!!!! I usually try to limit myself to one set of requests per week but your new stories are too amazing and I can’t help myself! What are you thinking length-wise for them? Are they all one-shots or are any gonna be multi-chapters?

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 (HELENA DIAZ IM COMING FOR YOU AND YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!!! What have you done to Chris?!?!!!! And I’m worried for adriana and fascinated by the myth that you’re basing this off of - i actually have some swedish family but had never heard of this so it was fun to look it up! I’m obsessed with this story and am on the edge of my seat waiting for more!)

⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️ (ooooh what do the halos mean??!! And that voice trying to talk to buck!!! Billy boils leave him alone! I’m already feeling the angst and whump and I’m loving it!!!)

🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕 (speaking of whump that I love!!! This story!!! Established newly married Buddie where bucks in danger and eddie can’t get to him!!! Thats that good stuff that I live for! And loving the Bobby-Buck and Eddie-Chim parts too! Can’t wait to read the whole thing!)

Honestly cal you’re so talented I genuinely can’t believe it sometimes! Thanks as always for sharing your work!

- PCA <3

PCA my darling you never have to limit yourself!!! Go wild! THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING SO KIND!

120 or 1k for 🌲 - whatever comes first (Ahhh did you figure it out? I am taking my own twist for sure):

---

Buck nods. “Okay, I got you… Just, let me help?”

Eddie’s not sure how he’ll manage that, but… But every time he’s ever thought he was beyond help, and Buck had a chance to prove him wrong… He has. 

Eddie takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

Buck’s face flashes with relief. 

“Okay, first thing’s first… Clothing,” Buck says. 

“Oh, fuck. I’m naked.”

“Mhm,” Buck says. “Go put on something comfy.”

“Nothing’s going to fit over this fucking tail,” Eddie grumbles.

“Your loosest, baggiest sweatpants or gym shorts?” Buck asks. 

“I’ll try,” Eddie concedes. 

“Good,” Buck says. “I’ll make you some herbal tea. Drink that, take a handful of Gravol tablets to make you drowsy-”

“Not recommended.”

“Not recommended if you’re doing it all the time. Tonight is an emergency,” Buck says. “If that doesn’t mellow you out, I’ll hit up a dispensary.”

“You’d… You’d leave?” Eddie asks. 

“Just to run an errand,” Buck says, face softening.

“I don’t want to be alone like this,” Eddie blurts. 

Buck’s shoulders drop a little. Something passes over his expression. 

“I won’t leave you, Eddie.” Buck says. “I’m here, okay?”

Eddie sighs, more relieved than he anticipated to hear that. 

“Okay. Thank you.”

🌲

Eddie tries on pretty much all his pajama pants, gym shorts, and sweats. Nothing is comfortable. He can’t pull anything too high up over the tail, but the tail also keeps pushing every waistband down at the back. It’s giving him a permanent case of plumber’s ass. If, you know, said plumber also had a fucking canine appendage. 

“I LOOK HORRIBLE!” He calls out across the house to Buck. But Buck doesn’t respond. 

Hmm…

“BUCK?”

Nothing again.

Eddie sighs, finds the sweats with the most effective drawstring, and puts on his longest, baggiest hoodie. He trudges towards the kitchen, where Buck has his back to him. The kettle is close to whistling on the stovetop.

“You know, I’m sort of freaking out here,” Eddie mumbles lowly. “You could at least answer my pathetic complaining.”

Buck doesn’t even turn around to face him.

What the hell?

“Buck!”

Buck nearly drops the ceramic mug he’s holding and turns to look at Eddie, wide-eyed and frazzled. 

“Uh… Sorry. Everything okay?” 

“No! I look like an idiot,” Eddie says. “An idiot who can’t keep his pants up.”

Buck swallows. “Okay, well… If it’s not gone tomorrow, we will figure something out. My pants are bigger, maybe that’ll work.”

Eddie nods. “But I’m gonna calm down and it’s gonna go away.”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “E-exactly.”

Eddie is quiet for a second. Then he realizes something. 

“Could you not hear me when I was calling you?” Eddie asks. 

“I heard you,” Buck replies.

“Only the last time, though,” Eddie says. 

Buck goes a little pale. “Uh, how many times did you call me?”

“Shit,” Eddie says. “You really couldn’t hear me.”

Buck opens his mouth to reply, but struggles. 

“Buck…” Eddie asks gently. “How long has this been going on?”

Buck shakes his head. His eyes start to well up.

Holy shit. 

“Buck…” Eddie says.

“We don’t need to talk about this tonight,” Buck says, voice cracking a little. “You have a lot going on right now.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Eddie says. He’s not even thinking about his damn tail for the first time since he realized it was there. “What’s going on?”

Buck taps his foot a little. Frustration and frantic energy playing out across his face.

“Buck.” 

“I saw a specialist today,” Buck says. “That’s why I was texting you.”

“You were texting me?” Eddie asks. 

Buck nods. “Figures you might not have, uh… Been in the right headspace to read them.”

Eddie’s phone is on his nightstand. He can’t even check what Buck said. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says.

“Please, don’t be,” Buck replies.

“What was the verdict?” Eddie asks. 

Buck swallows. “I have… Uh, it’s called sensorineural hearing loss.”

Eddie nods. “Heard of that. Lots of vets end up with it.”

Buck inhales deeply. “Risk of the job, right?”

“Doesn’t mean it isn’t hard,” Eddie says. “Do you… Do they think you need hearing aids?”

Buck nods. “Yeah… I have an appointment to get fitted in a few days.”

Damn. No wonder he’d been reaching out to Eddie earlier. He must have been freaking out. 

“You know this doesn’t change anything, right?” Eddie asks. “Not about you or what kind of firefighter you are. It’s just an adjustment.”

Buck lets out a heavy breath. A few tears spill over from his eyes. He sets the mug down on the counter, steps forward, and nearly suffocates Eddie in a hug. 

Eddie makes a small oof before settling into the hug. 

It strikes him as sort of strange. Buck willingly wanting to hug him, seeking comfort from him, when he appears like this. When Buck knows there’s something seriously fucked up about him. Buck should probably run. Leave him, like everyone else. But here he is. 

---

60 for ⚖️(Billy Boils is JUST the beginning!):

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“Uh, why would he think that?” Eddie asks.

“Because you’re always here and I keep avoiding him,” Buck explains. 

“When did we begin this torrid affair?” Eddie asks. “When you were dying in the hospital? Under strict quarantine?”

“I’m not joking!”

“Did I sneak past hospital security to press a damp towelette to your forehead and weep?” Eddie asks.

“Okay, Fantine.” Buck rolls his eyes.

“Fantine is the one who died,” Eddie corrects. 

“How do you know that?” Buck asks.

Eddie blushes. “Shannon liked it.”

“Okay, pal.”

“But, really, Buck,” Eddie says. “If you’re so… I mean… If he’s causing this much stress and his aura is bad or whatever, maybe…”

“Maybe what?” Buck asks.

“Maybe you don’t actually want to be with him?”

Buck blinks. “Uh… What?”

“Like… Maybe you don’t… Maybe this is a way of processing that.”

“You don’t believe me?” Buck asks. “About the crimson?”

“I do!” Eddie assures him. “I do. Hey, I saw the tattoo, right? I know you’re not lying.”

Buck exhales. 

“I just think,” Eddie says. “I mean, maybe it’s trying to tell you something.”

“You think I should dump him?” Buck asks. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie says. “I guess it’s not my business.”

It isn’t. Except… Well. It feels wrong to say that it’s not.

“No,” Buck shakes his head. “That’s your opinion. I want to know your opinions. Especially on… All of this.”

Eddie nods. “Okay, well… Just my two cents.” 

“I just need to figure this all out before I decide anything,” Buck says. 

And it’s not like they haven’t been trying. Really, they have. 

---

Not the full 75 for 🤕 because I don't have a lot left but I'm glad you're enjoying it!:

---

“‘Kay,” Buck mumbles. 

“Come on, Buck. Just stay awake.” 

“I will,” Buck lies as his eyes flutter shut. 

“Buck! No, no, no.” 

He can feel Bobby shaking him. His eyelids are just too damn heavy. He hardly has any control of his body anymore. The only thing that stirs him is the sudden appearance of a blinding light behind his eyelids. His retinas actually hurt, despite his eyes being shut. 

For a moment he thinks he’s dying. That there’s a white light like in all the stories. Then he remembers, he has actually died. The light then was lightning. So maybe this is something else, too. 

Amassing an enormous amount of effort, Buck manages to crack his eyes open. 

He thinks he sees sky.

“Oh, thank god.” He hears Bobby cry. “Thank god.”

“S’good,” Buck mumbles. 

“BUCK! CAP!” He hears Eddie call from somewhere nearby.

Eddie. His husband. That’s pretty neat. 

[lemonzestywrites]

Ahhhhh Zesty!! Okay okay here we go (I’m sending you LOTS)

🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢

🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮

🌲🌲🌲🌲

haha baz thank you!! always glad to see you in my inbox! i hope you enjoy!

🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢🪢

But that was before all of this. Before their scenes and the phone calls and the fucking pictures (the bastard). Because all it took was the feeling of another hand around his cock, gently cooing him to a gorgeous orgasm, and now Eddie’s absolutely done for. His entire body aching for more and more and he can’t do jackshit about it. It’s been three weeks. Three weeks.  And Eddie is fucking dying. The only thing really keeping his sanity afloat is knowing that he can finally get a little bit of reprieve tonight. And yeah he woke up this morning with a bit of a preemptive morning excitement, but Buck doesn’t need to know that. (Somewhere, though, Eddie is already certain that somehow Buck already knows, a sixth sense of sorts already inclined to the kind of torture he’s putting Eddie through).  But it’s fine- it will be after tonight.

🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

He feels like Buck probably wouldn’t make him wait here for any longer than 20 minutes. Though even that feels like it’s pushing it, Buck can be a little cruel, yeah, but he’s not sadistic. The idea of him making Eddie sit and kneel, waiting an hour for his arrival, feels pretty out of character. Eddie trusts him, though, and if he really gets uncomfortable, he’ll move or reposition.  But in the meantime, he waits. That sinking, sweet headspace comes back rolling back from the edges to encapture Eddie’s mind once more, a welcomed feeling he eagerly accepts. He relaxes again into his own body, tension slowly loosening from his muscles as he allows his mind to drift once more.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Something in him purrs hungrily, padding around in circles with an aching, eager desire. There’s a mountain of potential of untapped unknowns waiting just at the edge of his fingertips, and Buck- In a clearer mind, not overtaken by adrenaline and very impulsive choices, Buck might panic, let worry sink its claws into him, and listen to the voice that tells him this is a bad idea. Granted, there’s still a whispering of it there, but something else very much still lies there awaiting. A more powerful need, a more prevalent craving. Eddie lies there, skin flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes half-lidded and pleasure-filled, blown out and still so desperate for more. Fuck, and Buck hasn’t even gotten inside of him yet. That thing so wild and primal inside of him preens at the haphazard thought. Buck’s cock throbs in his shorts, sending a shock down Buck’s spine as it brushes up along the front of Eddie’s own wet and soiled underwear.  Eddie gasps at the sensation, his entire body flinching at the contact.

🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮

Eddie’s ass is now coated in this gorgeous pink color, skin heated beneath Buck’s touch. It’s just not fair someone can be this attractive all the time. But hey, on the bright side, when you have a boyfriend that is as humble as Eddie about his looks, Buck is more than happy to be the one to constantly remind said aforementioned stunning boyfriend just how fucking hot he is. Buck smiles to himself as his hands slip further back up, enjoying the small little sounds that slip past Eddie as Buck gropes the tender flesh of his ass. Thank fucking god they don’t have work tomorrow.

🌲🌲🌲🌲

Eddie looks down at the papers all nicely stacked and signed in his lap, realizing a bit more what the weight of the words printed on them really means now. Something vague in its presence and definition settles across Eddie’s shoulders- an odd mix of uncertainty but also anticipation curling in his veins. “Three months of complete isolation,” Eddie sighs, a half-joking tone present between his words. “Not entirely,” Bobby says, and Eddie shoots his head up curiously, catching the slight smile in Bobby’s voice that did definitely not go unnoticed.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - forty-two | meet the morn

“So… how do I join?”

“I’m sending you the invite, just give me oneeee… second.”

You scrolled to San’s screen name, MorningStar, and selected it.

Di-Dng!

“Dear god, I can not take that place. Who’s the new guy?”

“Yeji this is MorningStar-- should I call you Morning or Star?”

“Umm…” San thought for a couple seconds. “I’m not sure.”

“MourningStar…” Yeji trailed off as she thought. “I think I would just go with ‘Mourn.’”

“‘Morn?’” You asked.

“Mhm.”

“Sort of… Shakesperian, I guess. ‘Meet me on the morn.’”

“OH!” Yeji laughed. “I thought it was ‘mourning’ like, ‘mourning dove’. I read it wrong.”

You and San laughed.

“My eyes are tired. I ended up fixing the printer at work again.”

“Does it keep breaking?” San asked.

“It doesn’t stop breaking, honestly.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Di-Dng!

“Yeji, just break the fucking thing. I have a bat you can use. I’ll put nails in it for you.”

“Ryujin, you’re back? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah. I put some food in the fridge for you if you want it. Vietnamese.”

“Oooooh. You spoil me.”

“Hell yeah, I do.”

You chuckled.

“You’re not going to introduce me, Cat?”

“Sorry, I’m setting up the game.”

“Keeho isn’t here for a day and already you’re struggling. Do you want me to do it? I’ve done it before when you and Keeho both show up late.”

“Yeah, but could you maybe show me how to do it another time? Your job makes you late more often than not.”

“Yeah, I’ll show you later.”

“Thank you.”

“Introduce me while I do this.”

“Oh-- yeah. This is MorningStar. We’ve become friends recently. This is his first time streaming. We were just deciding if he wanted to go by ‘Morning’ or ‘Star’ and Yeji suggested ‘Mourn’ with a ‘u’ because she read his name wrong.”

“Hmm…” Ryujin mused as she was, most likely, selecting the settings of the game. “I sort of like ‘Mourn’ with a ‘u’, actually. Even as ‘Morn’ as in the time of day, it sounds cool. Like the… sound of it sounds cool.”

“What do you think, MorningStar?”

“No-U-Morn sounds cool. If you all like it, then I like it.”

QuackIsWhack✅: Easy to please JohnnyYuta: We love an unbothered king LeaBea: I like his voice YangYangGangGang: NO U!

Di-Dng!

Di-Dng!

“Heyyyy, Mick and Bracken are here.”

“Yep!”

“And we’re starting off in different rooms today.”

“Wooow-- oh! Did you finally finish unpacking?”

“We did,” Mick said triumphantly.

“Wooow, nice!”

“Mick, Bracken, this is MorningStar.” You said.

“Nice to meet you.” Mick said.

“Nice to meet you. I heard you’ve decided on ‘Morn’ as a nickname?” Bracken asked.

“Yeah, it seems like everyone likes it.”  San said.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Morn.”

“Nice to meet you too, Bracken.”

“Ahem?” Mick cleared his throat.

“And you as well, Mick.”

“Where’d you get the name from?”

“Maybe he’s Satan,” you laughed.

“You, being friends with the devil?” Mick asked. “I’d believe that.”

You laughed.

“Um, I’ve never streamed before so I was trying to think of a name, and my cat’s name is Byeol and she wakes me up every morning, so…”

“Ah, so ‘MorningStar’. That’s cute, Morn.”

A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: His cat’s name is Byeol? TheNicestGuy: He has a cat? JohnnyYuta: Show us the cat! UltimateHyung: Why no cam! MinHoe: We want cat! LuciPURR: Give us the cat! StrickenChicken: Cat! Cat! Cat! SleepySheepy😴: 😻😻😻

“They’re clamoring in my chat, Morn, do you see?”

“Yeah-- wow, they’re going wild.”

“The internet loves cats.”

JohnnyYuta: Let us see her! MinHoe: WE NEED TO SEE THE CAT A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: We demand the cat!

“I don’t even have a camera, how would I show her?” San laughed.

“Maybe we can figure something out.” You laughed.

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[edwardskhakipants]

Thank you for the tag @edwardsvirtue and @needahugfromesme !! 🌲✨🤍

The other post was getting a bit long, so I thought i'd start a new one

if you had unlimited time and resources, what is one skill/hobby you’d like to try? All i want in the world is a big, beautiful woodshop where i can build my own furniture and craft my own stanined glass windows.

favorite flower? peonies

first favorite youtube video? the earilest video i can remember watching is some guy singing a medley of disney songs in several parts?

favorite twilight post or headcanon? The forehead kisses

latest hyperfixation? Bookbinding and Emily Wilde

weird childhood fact? My best friend was a really good softball player. Because her dad was the coach and had some liberty to choose players, I was on the best team in the league from like 1st -6th grade. I have all these massive softball trophies when all I did was pick flowers in the outfield and fuck around. I cannot imagine how much those very competitive sports parents hated me.

favorite animated animal? The cows in stardew valley

open your biggest playlist and search the first letter of your name. what’s the first song that pops up? King by Florence and the Machine

what is something you swear you will never do?Get a tiktok account

on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most embarrassing thing to ever exist, how cringe was your first email? 10. God I cringe thinking about it. My brother's was WestSideSkater (he skateboarded for maybe a day and a half) and because i wanted to be my brother as a child, mine was WestSideSister. And that was followed up with Sweetie4e15. 🤡. Heinous.

No pressure tags ✨: @goldengirlschildhood @exceptionally-unobservant @twilightsagawebcomic and @themeadowscene

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

some music recs for your mood!

🌸👒🧺🍓🌷☀️🌿🍰

back to the garden - delta rae

strawberry girl - jia seed

honeysuckle - addison grace

come on, come out - a fine frenzy

🔮🐈‍⬛🫙🌘🗝️🃏🕸️⏳

what you can't kill - merci raines

the beast - delta rae

water witch - the secret sisters feat. brandi carlile

hy-brasil - allison russell

🔪💥🩸😈🐍🧨🧪🦂

cult leader - king mala

god sent me as karma - emlyn

blonde - maisie peters

don't make me - malinda

⚰️🍂⌛️🪦🥀🍁🪨☁️

old churchyard - the wailin' jennys

graveyard - lily hain

wolves - down like silver

that slow and steady rot - ginger & pear

🌻🛼🍒🎡🌺🦋🍦🎆

young and in love - ingrid michaelson

summer - mumm-ra

jinx - lia pappas-kemps

witchcraft - graveyard club

🌊🦈🪨💧🐚🌫️🕯️🐟

shark fin blues - missy higgins

drove to the ocean - paget

shallows - daughter

windward away - julie fowlis feat. mary chapin carpenter

🌲🌄🛶🦌🎒🏞️🌳🏔️

old pine - ben howard

eastern standard time - the accidentals

wandering child - wild rivers

ends of the earth - lord huron

🦉🥀🏹🐺🌲🦴🍂🪨

into the woods - phildel

blooming strangely - ginger & pear

in the woods somewhere - hozier

blood moon - saint sister

🕯️⚰️🏚️🦇🪦🕸️🕰️🥀

ghost of john - the hound + the fox

holes in your coffin - phildel

we're the devils - karliene

hush - joy williams feat. matt berninger

🕊️🫀🍷🔪🕯️⛪️🦴🩸

sun bleached flies - ethel cain

if it's not god - maddie zahm

mad at god - sarah saint james

youth group - semler

[oxiegoeimi]

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Art| #ecdysis

Artist| #mcptato

Divided from head to sole, my brain strings out possibilities as endless as tomorrows. Without the strength to overcome emotion, I pretend with religious sayings and philosophical gymnastics because I feel those past memories weighing heavily. Damn. This dumb kid from Tacoma, WA hasn’t gotten the memo. Wild eyes and ridiculous promises, I told myself that it would be magical after my naive childhood. Filled with scar tissue and overflowing with madness, I’m trying fam. Homie, this life thing ain’t quite perfect. The limitations of self and selfishness of my mirror aren’t for the feint of feeling. I danced with the Devil until he got overwhelmed by my darkness. I prayed to God ten million false confessions. I took advantage of the relationships that saved me. Broken drum and dented propeller, I’m more than a lil crazy. Self-absorbed and stubborn, the tenth wonder of my world is breathing. Bruh . . . Why talk in circles? Your raw humanity and spirit deserve my best attempt at transparency. Over time, my flesh and “demons” will surface. They’re not pretty. I believe in Jesus because, frankly, I need the scapegoat. I’ve cast my guilts and frustrations on a promise that contrary to utilitarianism; there’s mercy, unconditional love, and potential wholeness. If this is me proselytizing or evangelizing, please ignore me. That’s not the goal or gesture. It’s meant to be an opening into my soul. Busted up by my hypocrisy, I know one thing well. Failure. Beings, somehow, continue to bear with me despite my reckless sadness and obvious temper. To seal this one is impossible . . . I just know that reality always becomes bare. Here’s a flawed attempt at not avoiding it. I’ve experienced too much not let this fly. Where it takes me? Wherever the light exposes me fully ✨

- oxiegoeimi

naked 11.1 🦁🏳🔐💙 remember to always #trust #nature 🌲 #Healer 🔥 #Spirit 🕊 #hope ⚜️ #grace ☔️ #love 🌸 #life 🌊 #unity 🌈 #believe 💝 #weareone ✂️🕚🎶 #energy #PinkySwear #prayer #meditation #freelove #hereandhereafter #dream #vision #Eternity #paradise #infinity #light #origin #writing source journey #create #coexist #together 💜🌠🌅🌟

[jias-obs]

UHM DOING THE QUESTION THINGYS MAMAS <3

May 26, 2024:

currant, sangria, hot pink, wine, strawberry, rogue, ruby, raspberry, amaranth, magenta, salmon, wild-berry, fuchsia

September 10, 2024:

rose, flamingo, lavender, sapphire

December 4, 2024:

confess, pray, sin, altar, priest, blasphemy, god, angel, holy, sanctity, saint, apostle, religion

December 11, 2024:

coral, cherry blossom, bubblegum, grapefruit, peach, ESPECIALLY ROSE QUARTZ (LIKE PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU FEEL IN LENGTHY DETAIL.) Azalea, jellyfish, Valentine

December 18, 2024:

🕸️,🥀,🪶,🌲,🌷,🐅,🪴,🦗,🐕‍🦺

December 25, 2024:

Love potion, fairy, ballad

December 26, 2024:

emperor, king, queen, prince, princess, knight

December 28, 2024:

🚬,🌌,🧷,📺,🗝️,🌲,🌅,📀,🪫,🪻

December 30, 2024:

blossom, pasta, purple, grass

AAAHEHEHHEHWHAHAYAYH :33 💕💕💜💜💜

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 20th August ✨

I must admit that I dedicated A LOT of listening hours this week to the new Hozier album (which is incredible omg) but I still had some great audio drama listening!

🌲@hellofromthehallowoods (129) What a fun break from episode convention! I’ve been highly suspicious of Nimbus from the start, and I feel vindicated that he’s not a normal cat as well as relieved that he doesn’t seem to be overtly malicious. I can’t relate to Nikignik’s dislike of felines, but it did really make me chuckle when it was revealed that all indescribables fear cats… Buddy, you can fear something without reviling it! Ough and the look-in on Jackie HURT MY FEELINGS so bad!! I can’t cope with sad dogs 🥺

🦀 @thesiltverses (30) TSV is back, babey!!! The sound design at the start of the episode was phenomenal, I loved the way they weaved music in with the sound effects in such a fluid way (the river sure does rise!) And oh man, Faulkner, you fucking idiot. They know!! They all know!!! It is such a delight to hear some of my favourite VAs doing their amazing work again. Méabh de Brún has absolutely annihilated me already. I’m obsessed with this discovery that the Trawlerman appears to still favour Carpenter while the Caring Maiden seems to slip away the more Carpenter seeks her. I should have started a S3 bingo because I was hoping so badly that Carpenter would join up with Hayward and Paige!! This season is going to be amazing. I’m so ready. 

📻 @monstrousagonies (108) Mab!! The queen returns! I am ever so slightly skeptical that Apocacorp is all bluster . . . I just feel like, even if that is the case, they’re not going away without more of a fight . . . 

🌒 @monkeymanproductions Moonbase Theta, Out (finale part 1) OHHHHH SHIT!!! It’s all kicking off on the moon!!!!! I love Alex’s sweet, sincere hopefulness in: ‘We’ve been through the end of so many things but we’re still here’ 💙 Isn’t that just it! I don’t want to give away the major spoiler because the ep only just dropped but oooohhhh my god! I was wondering if this might happen and wrote the idea off. This changes everything!! 

🎙 Welcome To Night Vale (232) HELL YES. I have been waiting literal YEARS to get into this business with the Desert Otherworld and its impact on my favourite scientist and the impact of both on my favourite community radio show host. My popcorn is ready, let’s get into it!!! 🍿

🤴I finished season one of InCo by @itmeblog! This is micro-scifi at its best and if you’re a fan of extensive single-person casts, InCo does it remarkably!! I'm really looking forward to seeing how the story develops!

🧬 Regina Prime (6) OOF I think this is one of the most intense episodes we’ve had yet! The acting was amazing in this one, Jess pulled out a full Youtuber apology and managed to keep that edge in her voice to give you the prickling sensation that something isn’t quite right. 

 💫 Wolf 359 (48) Ugh what an absolute mind fuck! I’ve been tying myself in knots trying to work out how I would personally react and cope if faced with a scenario where one of my friends is not the person I knew but is otherwise indistinguishable from them. And I just don’t know!

🎩 @ethicstownpod (8) AAH!! Ethics finale!!! This show has been a wild ride from start to finish and WOW what an ending!! I really don’t want to give anything away to people who haven’t listened yet but I’m almost ashamed that I didn’t see this coming and if you haven’t listened to Ethics you really really need to!!! 

🥾@doyoucopypod (6) More questions than answers from this episode of Do You Copy! What does Reese know?! What doesn’t like you listening?? What doesn’t like you listening?!??! 

🐬 More spectacularly odd @patterspod P Files! It’s fun to hear the obvious mistake being made and I’m really looking forward to Ryan facing the consequences of certain actions….

I hope everyone has a lovely week!

[larasarty]

Yule Laugh, Yule Cry: The Quirky Truth About Christmas

Ah, Christmas. The time of year when we deck the halls with boughs of holly, sing jolly carols, and stress about finding the perfect gift for Aunt Mildred (who, by the way, is impossible to shop for). But did you know that many of our beloved Christmas traditions are actually rooted in ancient Pagan celebrations? Buckle up, buttercup, because we’re about to dive into the hilarious, edgy, and oh-so-witchy history of Christmas!

Santa Claus vs. Odin: The Ultimate Showdown

Let’s start with the big guy himself—Santa Claus. Jolly old St. Nick, with his rosy cheeks and hearty laugh, is actually a mash-up of various figures, including Odin, the Norse god. That’s right, folks, Santa Claus is basically Odin on a sugar high! Odin would ride his eight-legged horse, Sleipnir, through the sky, which sounds a lot like Santa’s sleigh and reindeer, doesn’t it? So next time you leave cookies out for Santa, maybe throw in some mead for Odin. You know, just in case.

Deck the Halls... With Pagan Symbols!

Ever wondered why we bring a tree inside and decorate it? This tradition dates back to the ancient Pagan festival of Yule, where evergreen trees symbolized life and rebirth during the darkest days of winter. Pagans would decorate trees with candles, fruits, and trinkets to honor the tree spirits. So, when you’re struggling to untangle those Christmas lights, just remember: you’re paying homage to ancient tree spirits. No pressure.

Mistletoe: The Kiss of Death (and Love)

Mistletoe is another quirky tradition with Pagan roots. Druids considered mistletoe a sacred plant that could ward off evil spirits and bring good luck. But it wasn’t all mistletoe and roses; they also believed it could be used to poison their enemies. Talk about a double-edged sword! Nowadays, we just use it as an excuse to steal a smooch. How romantic.

Yuletide Carols: Pagan Playlist

Singing carols? Totally Pagan. The word “carol” actually means a song or dance of joy and praise. During Yule, people would gather to sing and celebrate the return of the sun. These festive gatherings often included a lot of dancing, drinking, and merrymaking. Sounds like your office Christmas party, doesn’t it? Minus the photocopier incidents, of course.

The Great Gift Heist

Gift-giving is another tradition with Pagan origins. During the Roman festival of Saturnalia, people exchanged gifts as a way to bring good fortune for the new year. This week-long party was filled with feasting, drinking, and general debauchery. Saturnalia was so wild that even the most outrageous office holiday parties would pale in comparison. So, when you’re opening presents on Christmas morning, remember: you’re partaking in an ancient tradition of festive chaos.

Yule Log: Burn, Baby, Burn!

The Yule log is another tradition with a fiery history. Pagans would light a large log in the hearth during Yule to symbolize the sun’s return and ensure good fortune in the coming year. This log was often decorated with holly, ivy, and other greenery. Today, we might not have a giant log in the fireplace, but we do enjoy the tasty version—a Yule log cake. Because who doesn’t love cake?

Conclusion: Embrace the Quirk!

So there you have it, witches and warlocks. Christmas, with all its tinsel and trimmings, is a beautiful patchwork quilt of Pagan traditions, Christian influences, and a sprinkle of commercial magic. Whether you’re celebrating Yule, Christmas, or anything in between, remember to embrace the quirky, edgy history of this festive season. Light a candle, sing a carol, and maybe even leave a little something extra for Odin. After all, ‘tis the season to be witchy!

Blessed Yule and Merry Christmas to all! 🌲🕯️✨

[korothearchdragonofchaos]

Next to answer the questions by @fumikomiyasaki is Amber!

🐶 What would your OC do if they were chased by a dog? "Disappear into the shadows- easy getaway~"

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic) "My my~ that sounds positively thrilling. Would you...would you want one right now, darling?"

🌲 What would your OC do in a Minecraft world/server? "Pass my time by filling my dwelling with cats-"

🎤 Can your OC sing? "My voice can hypnotize anyone into doing my bidding... so the answer is obviously yes~"

💃 Can your OC dance? "With the way I weave my body, and how my hips will put you under my spell? You will never be the same~"

📚 Would your OC cheat in an exam? "I wouldn't stoop to a level like that unless I absolutely had to. After all~ sometimes some sin must be done."

⚡ What mythological god would you associate with your OC? "Only the Norse goddess of death and all things fearsome, Hel can suit my moon-washed charms."

✊ Would your OC win in a fight against an ostrich? "Look at me, the PHYSICAL EMBODIMENT OF FEAR, then look at an ostrich. I think you'll figure it out soon enough~ uhuhuhuhu"

🐾 (If human) If they were to turn into an animal, what animal would they be? "A cat. Specifically a black cat. To live as carefree as possible and to be spoiled by my human slave-"

🦄 (If human) If they were to turn into a mythical creature, what mythical creature would they be?

"I give off the aura of a dragon...a dragon black as night."

💌 How would they react to a confession?

"Oh, you dear, sweet thing. I'm already spoken for..."

💗 How would they confess?

"It was actually quite rocky. I had confronted Ansem about this foolish cat and mouse game he was continuing with me... I lunged at him and pinned him to the ground... growling at him. However, I didn't attack. I merely let my lips do the talking. He wanted his answer as to my real feelings? He got it~"

💀 If they were one of the 7 sins, what sin would they be? "Funny enough my siblings and I represent those very sins. I'm lust~ and my positively supple body proves it."

💘 What kind of person is their ideal type? "Haha- you think just any old fool can measure up to my beloved night rider? No way, insect~ Not a single soul I've met to this day has been able to even come close to my prince of darkness, Ansem."

🎁 What kind of gift would they give at birthdays? "I may be the Empress of the Heartless, but my gifts come FROM the heart. Rest assured you will be thoroughly satisfied~"

👹 How much patience does your OC have? Are they patient? Or are they easily irritable? "My temper is as short as the skirt I'm wearing...don't vex me, worm~ You dont wish to know why I'm known as "Fear"...DO YOU?!?"

☠ How petty are they? And what length of pettiness would they go for? "I would consider myself pretty petty. Sometimes those insects out there REALLY DRIVE ME UP A WALL!"

🛌 What kind of sleep schedule does your OC have? "Sporadic is the best word for that~ The hunt is better in the dead of night...where nightmares are planted with ease."

🍽 What kind of food do they like? "I am what they call a "sweet tooth". My weakness is dessert of any kind. Especially chocolate. Darling~? Would you care to lay me back and feed me a few chocolate covered strawberries~?"

🍻 Do they drink? If so, how strong is their alcohol tolerance? "Like my dear friend Faliux, I hold my liquor well. Although there are a few times I've been rather wild when I've been drunk-"

🍺 If your OC drinks, what is their go to alcohol?

"Wine of the deepest, darkest, bloodiest reds imaginable- and preferably with a luxurious price."

[meetmyothersouls]

Please, you have to do the meeting in the forest with a wild Tim! It's so erotic to see the wild side of a good boy 🎃🏃‍♂️🌲

A wild Tim appears! 

Feral

Warnings: suspense, fear, scary, mountain men, not proof read

“Why did I agree to this?” You whined out loud to yourself. 

You hated the outdoors. 

Even worse you hated the wilderness. Which is exactly where you found yourself, separated from your friends on a camping trip that you didn’t even want to go on in the first place. You walked a few miles away from camp to find a secluded place to use the bathroom and now, you were lost. All those fucking trees looked the same, and there was not one patch of forest that you thought might lead you back to your friends or your campsite. 

You smacked your thigh as a mosquito landed on it. 

“Fucking bugs,” you said, wiping your blood, or whoever else’s blood the mosquito ingested onto your shorts. 

It was getting dark, you could tell by the darker blue hue the sky started transitioning into. 

“HELLO!? JESSICA!? KEITH!? I’M FUCKING LOST!!!” You looked up, seeing the sun slowly start to fall behind the forest of trees you were trapped in. “You fucking assholes.”

You heard a snap from behind you causing you to spin quickly. 

“Who’s there?” you called out to no one. 

Another snap was heard from the other direction. 

You spun back around. 

“Hello?”

There was silence, but it was eerie kind of silence, like the kind before a predator pounces, attacking or killing his prey. 

You tasted dirt as a large hand wrapped around your face. You didn’t have time to yell or even gasp and you were already running out of breath as this man’s thumb slid under your nose. 

You kicked as he dragged you backward. 

His body felt thin, so why couldn’t you fight back?

“Shhhhhh,” you heard him whisper. 

Fear overtook your body as you screamed into his hand. What was he going to do? 

Rape you?

Kill you?

Torture you?

He drug you behind a tree, pressing your body against it, then his against yours. His hand remaining over your mouth as he whispered into your ear.

“Look,” he lifted his index finger off of your lips, pointing to a clearing in the middle of the forest. 

Your eyes widened as you saw a large, burly man, with long matted hair twisted in loose braids down to his lower back. His clothes were made of animal pelts. You named a few in your head as your eyes traveled down his body. What would normally be a shirt was made of multiple deer hides sewn together with what looked like mountain made twine. He wore a kilt-type bottom. Bear. You could tell because its paws were still attached. Its claws clipped together around the front in some sort of makeshift belt.  Twigs and other forest items were fashioned into a crown that sat on top of his head. He sniffed the air, like you’ve seen animals do when they’re tracking their next meal. 

“Watching you,” the man behind you whispered so softly you could barely here him.

It was in this moment, you realized he wasn’t there to hurt you, he was there to help you. 

The man in the forest clearing threw his head back, letting out a roar so loud, you heard the birds from the tops of the trees squawk and flap away. It echoed through the woods. You watched as at least 10 more men appeared out of the wilderness, all dressed in similar fashion, but none of them wore a crown like the burly man. He began speaking to the men that surrounded him, but not in any language you could understand. He paced as he talked, his bare feet stomping the mud underneath them. 

“King,” the man translated.  A finger from his free hand poked into your back. “Sacrifice.” 

You sobbed into his hand, knowing exactly what he meant. This mountain king dude had been watching you and he had decided to make you a sacrifice. 

God damn it. 

“Protect you,” he whispered. 

How could you trust this man. You hadn’t even laid eyes on him yet. For all you knew, he looked exactly like these men in the clearing; savage and barbaric. You had no other choice than to trust him. It was either that or end up in the hands of the mountain men...as a sacrifice...and who the fuck knew what all that would entail. You nodded into his hand, throwing your last bit of hope out the window, and trusted him fully. 

“No screaming.” 

You nodded again. 

He removed his hand, and you took a long silent breath. 

Or so you thought.

The moment you released a breath, The King’s eyes snapped toward you. Your breath hitched as you made eye contact. The Mountain King’s mouth turned up into a jagged, toothy grin. One of the worst you’d ever seen. 

“Run,” your savior whispered. 

You turned to see him already ahead of you. He turned briefly, making sure you were behind him. There was no way you could outrun The Mountain King. You could hear his heavy, flat-footed steps close behind you. You risked a look behind your back, regretting it instantly. He was only a few feet away, and his feral court surrounded him with weapons made of sharp stones, branches and rope. 

You turned back. Your savior was nowhere to be seen in front of you. You couldn’t think, you could only keep running, or face becoming a sacrifice and that was not how you were going to end this god forsaken camping trip. You had to turn or make a move they weren’t expecting. Just as the thought entered your head, you heard a whistle to your left. He was standing there behind a tree, you flanked to your left quickly, losing your breath as the earth underneath you gave way. You screamed as you fell miles underneath the surface of the forest and down a dark, earthy tunnel. You fell until your body thudded on a makeshift platform made of grasses and dead leaves. The man who saved you landed next you seconds later. 

He was breathless and you were finally able to get a better look at him. He didn’t look like The Mountain King or his cronies. He was...mostly clean, his face a bit dirty, and his dark hair was messy and tangled in certain places on his head. He wore actual clothes and not ones made of animal skins. He wasn’t bad looking, if he cleaned himself up, he’d be rather handsome, you thought.

“Safe,” he said in a normal voice. 

“You sure about that?” 

His eyes snapped up to you at your voice, like he hadn’t heard you talk. 

“Were you watching me in the woods?

He nodded. 

“Why?”

“Was protecting you.” 

“How do I know you’re not one of them?”

“The King killed my brother.”

It was the first full sentence he had said. 

“Oh.”

“Yes. Very sad.” He stood up. You noticed his shoes, two different types of Vans. “You will have to stay; they will be searching for you.” His sentences were stiff, as if he hadn’t actually talked to someone in a long time. 

“My friends are probably looking for me.”

“Your friends are probably dead.” He looked up at you, seemingly regretful for his choice of words. “Sorry.”

You pushed the thought from your mind. “So. you live here?”

“I do. It is not much, but it is home.” He had made it look as such. There were various things he had gathered: multiple lanterns that illuminated the burrow, pillows and blankets laid on top of a make-shift mattress, he had stacks of clothing neatly folded in a corner, and a kitchen of sorts in the other complete with what you assumed was a battery-operated burner, pots, silverware and cups. He even had a bean bag chair and a few books stacked across the burrow. 

“Did they see us come down here?”

“Don’t think so. It’s getting dark. We should sleep.”

You nodded, wrapping yourself in your arms. 

“You take the bed. I’ll sleep over here.” 

He laid himself down on the padding that caught your fall a few minutes ago. He took an old, tattered blanket from the bean bag chair and covered up. You laid on this man’s bed and covered with a dirty bed spread he’d probably found or stolen from previous campers. 

You were in out of sleep. It was cold and dark. You had never known what true fear was until that day, and it was too overwhelming for you mind to handle. Your body shook as you sobbed. You were quiet, all except for the heavy breaths you took occasionally to keep yourself from passing out. 

Apparently, it wasn’t quiet enough. You heard the man get up from the floor, groaning as his body readjusted from the few hours of laying on packed dirt. 

“I am sure you’re cold,” he said. You didn’t turn, but you heard his footsteps approach. “And scared.”

“Yeah,” you said, sniffing.

He climbed onto the bed with you, pulling the rest of blanket over himself. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want, but I can make you warmer. Maybe a body next to you will make you less scared.”

Even though he was skinny, his body emitted an impressive amount of heat. You laid on your side, your back facing him. 

“What is your name?” He asked from behind you. 

“Y/n.” 

He repeated your name, testing it out on his lips. 

“What’s yours?”

“Tim.”

You turned, it was dark, but you could feel his face close to yours. You could smell him. His scent was earthy. Like pine and rainwater. 

“I never thanked you for saving me. So...thank you.”

You felt him shrug. “Didn’t want you to get killed.”

You fell asleep against him that night and you didn’t know what time it was when you woke up, but when you did the lanterns were on and Tim was pacing the floor. 

“What’s wrong?”

He stopped. “Huh?”

“What’s wrong?” You repeated. 

He said nothing, only pointed into the corner of the burrow. 

You screamed at the sight of Jessica and Keith’s decapitated heads on the bean bag chair. Their eyes were gouged out and their mouths were open, stuffed with grasses and twigs. They had symbols engraved into their foreheads. 

“I don’t know how they got in.”

“Those are...were my friends,” you said, not really knowing how you even formed the words that came out of your mouth. “W-what are those symbols on their heads?”

Tim grabbed a book off of one of the stacks and flipped through the pages until he landed on what he was looking for. He looked up at you, fear deep in his eyes. He turned the book toward you letting you read what the symbols translated to in English. 

“You’re next.”

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[friesian]

OHO I SEE U THERE turnabout's fair play bestie and I have questions for Marwyd I'm very curious about too!!! 💐🌲🌵☀️🌈

@mystery-salad

a HEEM HEEM. whimper. thank u for throwing me some questions.... i can already tell some will be hard to answer but thats GOOD.

💐- Where is this oc’s favorite place to relax?

ok so cool marwyd fact. he refuses to sleep in cots or sleeping bags. he exclusively sleeps in hammocks. this is mostly due to being raised in elona and being vigiliant about keeping dangerous bugs out of his bedding. however this vigilance turned into absolute preference as he aged. now he hates any other type of bed.

however to say he has a particular 'place' wouldnt be true. he's so wild and travels so much that the idea of picking one place is unheard of.

so i think his fav thing to do is to set up a hammock lakeside or just waterside in general, hop in, and listen. he loves listening to birds and playfully mimicking their calls with whistles (some he can get SCARY accurate). bonus points if the waterside venue is an oasis. those are probably the alltime fav. otherwise, any waterside venue is a win!

🌲- What is this oc’s greatest strength and weakness?

greatest strength; utter bullheaded and overconfidence. if not, maybe the fact that half the shit he does is driven by pure rage or spite alone. if it isnt personal to him, it'll be personal or unjust to someone else, and its just enough to piss him off and do something.

he's SOOOOO bullheaded that even if told impossible, he will by the gods themselves, make SOMEHOW possible. this is half the reason i think he became an engineer LOL. dude found a mechanical bit and bob in elonia and said "uhhhh no you're not confusing me that easily you little bitch???"

greatest weakness; i would be generic and say that his strength is also his weakness, but no. i won't. i'll say its his lack of self forgiveness and his constant need to prove himself.

if he's messed up or just made a mistake he takes it VERY hard on himself. never externally, mind you, but very internally. it just makes him work harder as to 'prove himself'. i think it drives him to be as much as a workoholic as he is. he's always trying to prove his worth to himself after all the little mistakes.

🌵- How does this oc feel about physical affection?

NOT HAPPENING!!! NOPE!!! it is incredibly rare for marwyd to have any sort of touch that doesnt hurt. he's haphephobic in all regards, to the point that i think his brain responds to nice touch as a burning pain. its just what happens when all the touch you've ever really recieved is weapons or fists trying to hurt you again and again. its half the reason he's always dressed down with no skin showing except his face

i don't think the man has ever had a hug yet. which is fucked up and sad now that i think on it. i think the most affection he ever had was some secretive hand holding with trahearne.

☀️- Does this oc make good or bad first impressions?

i think he does alright, but its very situational. if marwyd has heard bad things about you, he's gonna be mean and rude. marwyd WANTS you to fuck around and find out. pull up on him. he DARES you.

otherwise if the air is neutral or nice he behaves nicely. a tip of the hat and a greeting, but he doesn't do much more of he has to.

if its formal and diplomatic??? hell world. he doesnt know how to be formal for the life of him. he can't be proper. diplomacy isnt his best subject as most of the time the sort of dance that is expected socially is completely lost on him. he'll tell you how it is and you can accept it or not!!! its really easy dude!!!! whats this stupid social game we're playing??!?!?

🌈- What does this oc like and dislike about themselves?

marwyd loves his ability to pull off his aesthetic. the hat. the gold tooth. the outfit. those CLINKY BOOTS!! his tree put him on this earth to be this guy. he's so confident about it. he actually thinks he always looks handsome in his outfit, which is a strange compliment considering he never gives himself a break otherwise!!!

he hates that he's queer. its his biggest percieved 'flaw'. he beats himself up over it so much, but theres no one really LIKE him. no one thats been in his circumstances or likes what he likes. so he feels like he's some odd entity that will be punished by others, if not fate, for trying to be this person that he wants to be.

he's never felt comfy with the idea of entire masculinity when it comes to his expression, and his attraction to masculine people on top of that just throws a whole can of worms into the proverbial gears. he confides in no one about this and tries to continue living, but it hurts him so much nearly on the daily. he will do anything to appear as normal as possible to keep himself and his friends safe, just in case.