#Goo Goo Cluster

[paulpingminho]

[postmakerkiwi]

⚔️ Peace Keepers' Garrison - Freshwater Springs 🛡️

Even the harshest environments in the Dragon Realms tend to offer some form of relief, and here, it's the duo of tiny water pools. Barely wider than a dragon is tall, these basins have managed to persist in spite of blazing heat and widespread tar chambers, not to mention bombardment from the training grounds. So lean back against the sandstone cliffsides and rest easy, knowing that these pockets of calm splashes are perhaps the safest spots in the whole land.

photo by CatbatQuartet

[shining-gem34]

Honkai 5 Star Bingo

[santaasi]

iris

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: jj maybank struggled all his life just to finally find home in your arms

warnings: fluff, slight angst at the start, no use of y/n, english isn’t my first language

word count: 3.9k

a/n: bringing myself comfort after the spoilers for the final of s4. my baby boy deserved a lot more.

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goo goo dolls - iris

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

IT WAS SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT — something so profound that JJ couldn't begin to describe it in words. Yet, he felt it in every cell of his body, in the deepest, most secret corners of his soul. It was as if he was staring into the vastness of the universe, into the boundless, all-consuming darkness that had terrified him since childhood. But now... now it glowed with a hundred, a million, a billion tiny stars — simple, yet magnificent clusters of light that transformed everything in an instant. You became his universe, his everything, and in that moment, everything changed.

JJ would be lying if he said he didn’t remember the exact moment — the exact second — he first met you. He remembered it vividly, like it was etched into his very bones, because that moment was his Big Bang. It was the spark that created the whole universe from nothing, with you as its center, pulling him into an orbit he never thought he’d find.

It was an ordinary day — at least, by JJ’s standards. A typical day filled with drinking, weed, hanging out with Pogues, and the all-too-familiar beatings from his father. After the last one, all he craved was solitude — just to be alone, to fade into the nothingness. To disappear. To stop feeling the weight of pain, to stop wondering what he had done wrong, to stop seeing the pity in his friends’ eyes whenever he showed up at the Chateau, bruised and broken.

For a fleeting moment, he wished he could stop being JJ Maybank — the lost, troubled boy everyone knew — and just be... himself. If only he knew who that was anymore.

It was night — a surprisingly cold summer night. The air carried a chill that seemed at odds with the warmth of the season, but even so, JJ found his haven between the soothing waves. The ocean cradled him gently, rocking him like a child in a mother’s arms, as if the water itself was trying to heal him. He lay on his stomach, his face dipping under the surface, seeking solace in the cool embrace of the sea, trying to drown out the swarm of thoughts buzzing endlessly in his mind.

How long had he been lying there? He couldn’t say. Time had blurred into the rhythm of the waves, and for a moment, he didn’t care. He didn’t expect the next moment to be so... startling.

You stopped just a few meters away, your breath coming in quick, heavy gasps. Your hair clung to your face, and the water began to bite at your skin with its coldness. And yet, in that brief flash of moonlight, JJ swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful than you — divine, even. The glow of the moon reflected off the water, casting a silver sheen over you, making everything seem surreal. Your slightly parted lips, your wide eyes, all caught in the stillness of the night, made something inside him twist. At that moment, he realized something, something terrifying: he was a goner.

"What the hell?"

The words slipped out in unison, an awkward moment of shared surprise. You raised an eyebrow, the frustration and relief mixing in your gaze before you splashed water in his face.

"Are you asking me what the hell?" you said, voice tinged with disbelief. "You were literally floating face down! I thought you were dead!"

JJ blinked, caught off guard, and shook his head, sending droplets flying in every direction. He didn’t respond immediately — his mind was still trying to catch up. He just stared at you, the way the moonlight danced on your skin, how the cold seemed to wash away everything else. There was something about you that both unsettled and comforted him, a mix he couldn’t quite place.

"Yeah, well," he muttered, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips, trying to brush it off. "I wasn’t, like, dead. I mean, not really." His voice was hoarse, raw with something he hadn’t let anyone hear in a long time. It barely masked the emptiness he’d been drowning in just moments ago. "Just needed a swim. Didn’t mean to scare you."

You crossed your arms under the water, rolling your eyes, but a soft smile played at the edges of your lips. "Just an ordinary midnight swim, huh?" you teased. But there was a knowing look in your eyes, like you could see through the mask. "I thought I was going to have to explain to the police tomorrow that some guy was found swimming in the ocean. ‘Local girl finds body in the water,’ you know? Not exactly the first week I imagined."

JJ raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Wait... you’re new here?"

You nodded, brushing your wet hair from your face, a small sigh escaping you as you did. "Yeah, I moved here a few days ago. Needed to start fresh, I guess." Your gaze shifted toward the shore, distant, but not quite lost. "Thought the ocean might help clear my head."

He could relate to that, more than he wanted to admit. He nodded without thinking, something about you felt... different. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice almost vulnerable. "Outer Banks isn’t paradise, but... it could be worse." The words slipped out before he could stop them, softer than he wanted, like a door that had been closed for too long suddenly creaking open. He hadn’t expected to share anything, but with you, it didn’t feel like sharing — it felt more like breathing.

The wind picked up, sending a chill over the water. You shivered slightly, pulling your arms tighter around yourself. JJ noticed, instinctively stepping closer, despite still standing in the water.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle but laced with concern. "Cold night for a swim."

The irony of the moment wasn’t lost on him — he, too, had come to the water to escape, to disappear. But with you standing there, he didn’t feel quite as invisible. And that scared him more than he wanted to admit.

You shrugged, looking toward the shore, but your eyes softened. "Yeah, just... a tough day, I guess. I thought the water might help me forget for a little while."

A bitter laugh slipped from JJ’s lips, and he didn’t try to hide it. "Well, looks like you found the right company for that," he said, his words more raw than he’d intended. But somehow, it felt natural to talk like this, to say things he hadn’t said to anyone in a long time. With you, it didn’t feel so forced.

You turned toward him, your expression softening. There was understanding in your eyes — like you’d been there too. "Tough day too, huh?" you said quietly, your voice almost lost in the stillness of the night.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The world seemed to hold its breath, the ocean around you a calm, sacred space. In that silence, something passed between you — unspoken, but real. As if for that moment, you both shared something intangible, something neither of you could put into words.

Finally, you broke the quiet, your voice teasing but gentle. "So... are you always this mysterious, or did I just pick the perfect time to meet you?"

A laugh escaped him, more genuine than he expected. "Maybe a little of both." He let the silence stretch on, comfortable now. For the first time in ages, he felt seen, and it wasn’t as frightening as he thought it would be.

It was ridiculous, he thought — how could a complete stranger, someone he’d just met in the middle of the ocean, at some ungodly hour, feel like they were filling a space inside him he never knew was empty?

But when he looked at you, he felt something shift, something deep inside. Something real. Something alive.

"JJ," he finally said, his voice breaking the silence. The sound of his own name felt unfamiliar, like a piece of himself he hadn’t shared in too long.

You gave him a soft smile that reached your eyes, warm and knowing. "Nice to meet you, JJ."

AND THERE IT WAS — his universe had changed. The Big Bang.

After that night, JJ couldn’t think about anything but you. Your presence consumed him, yet in a way that felt like coming alive for the first time. He found himself drifting into your orbit, again and again, as if fate itself had been guiding him toward you all along. But while he believed in fate, you thought it was just chance.

It wasn’t long before JJ began to learn more about you, obsessing over every little detail. He learned that you loved spending your free time on the beach, reading books. Books that he had never bothered with before, but now he listened to them at double speed just to be able to talk to you about them. You had a habit of finding solace in the water, the way the waves seemed to ease the weight of the world from your shoulders. And he learned that you worked in a small diner on the Cut, a place that barely registered on anyone else’s radar but was now a part of his daily life.

It became his mission to visit those places. To catch your eye, exchange a few words. He even went to some Save the Turtles event with Kie — something he’d never have attended before — just to see you, just to find a reason to talk.

He didn't know why he was so drawn to you. Why waking up felt a little easier when he thought about you. Why his days felt less suffocating when he could see you by the ocean, or feel your warmth when you wrapped him up in your arms. And most importantly — why, in a world where he wanted to stay invisible, he wanted you to see him. Because no one, not even the closest people in his life, had ever truly understood him like you did.

It might have sounded corny, but JJ knew you were different. He didn’t want to undress you or get you into bed first, like he did with other girls. He wanted to talk to you. He wanted to know you. He wanted to be near you — not in a rushed, desperate way, but slowly, patiently, like the world had all the time for them. And that terrified him. Because everything in his life felt like it was bound to break, and he was scared of getting too close, only to watch it all fall apart.

But you made him feel like he was floating, like he was finally seeing the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. And even if it didn’t last forever, he would take it. It was worth it.

Because at some moment you became his safe place. His home.

JJ DIDN'T REMEMBER THE EXACT MOMENT HE FIRST CAME TO YOUR HOUSE, or why he couldn’t go back to the Chateau after the latest fight with his father. He just knew that he had found his way to you. It wasn’t a conscious choice. It was as if the universe had decided that, for once, he deserved peace. So, he climbed up to your balcony, hiding from the world, just to see you.

The moment he stepped inside, he felt the weight of everything lift from his chest. You didn't need to ask questions, you didn’t need explanations. You just held him — no judgment, no demands. Just there. Your hands gently cupped his face, and in that simple gesture, everything felt easier. It was like you knew exactly how much he needed to be held together. The comfort in your touch was so raw, so real, that it felt like he could stay there forever and nothing would ever hurt him again.

"Hey, JJ," you whispered softly as you cleaned the cuts on his knuckles. "You're okay. It's just another day. We'll get through it."

Your words were soft, but they carried a weight. The kind of weight that made him feel like, maybe, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t carrying all the burden on his own.

"Yeah, we will," he whispered looking in your eyes finding solace in it. "How'd your day go?" he asked quietly, almost as an afterthought, as you dabbed at a cut on his forehead.

You smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You know, the usual. Serving coffee, cleaning tables... Same old stuff. But then again, it’s a good distraction.”

And JJ realized, right then, that this wasn’t just about him. It wasn’t just about the mess of his life. It was about the way you understood him without needing to understand everything. You were healing him, piece by piece, without even knowing it.

You were there, not because you had to be, but because you wanted to be. And when you laid him down in your bed, curling up beside him, you whispered about your day at work, your own small struggles. You shared your world with him, and somehow, it made his feel a little less heavy.

IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE JJ OPENED UP TO YOU, really opened up in a way he had never done before. It was a slow burn at first. He kept his distance, guarding you from the mess that was his life. But the longer he stayed, the more he realized that you were the one who saw him. All of him — the messed-up, broken parts that he tried so hard to hide from everyone else. And when he realized you weren’t scared of that, he finally let go.

"I used to think that if I told you about my life, you'd leave," he admitted one night, his voice thick with raw emotion. "But... you didn’t. You stayed."

You looked at him, your expression tender, your hands tracing the edge of his jawline. "I'm not going anywhere, JJ. Not unless you want me to."

And that was the moment he knew — he had found someone who understood him in a way no one ever had. No one ever would.

One night, after sharing stories and secrets until the stars outside had started to fade, you both found yourselves standing close, the air thick with unspoken words. There was a nervousness between you, but also a tenderness that neither of you had known before. JJ leaned in, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was soft, hesitant, and filled with the kind of understanding that only comes when two people truly see each other. His lips were warm against yours, the moment suspended in time. And as he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, he whispered softly, “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

You didn’t need to say anything in return. The truth was already in your eyes, in the way you pulled him closer, your hands tracing the lines of his back like you were memorizing him. He didn’t need forever. He didn’t need promises. He just needed this. You. Now. And that was enough.

THE EVENING WAS SETTLING INTO ITS QUIET RYTHM AT THE CHATEAU. The Pogues were scattered around, some laughing, some lost in their own thoughts, and some just lounging by the bonfire. The air smelled faintly of saltwater and smoke, the crackling warmth from the fire barely reaching the edge of the pier. The world felt suspended in a beautiful hush, as though the universe itself had exhaled, and for the briefest of moments, everything stood still.

But despite the presence of his friends, despite the fire, the laughter, and the constant noise that filled every corner of the Chateau, JJ was focused only on you. Your presence was like gravity, pulling him closer to something real, something tangible. You were his escape, his universe — shaped not by chaos and pain, but by a quiet peace he had never known until you.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked softly, lifting your head from his shoulder. Your voice was gentle, threading through the sea breeze that fluttered your hair, causing it to stray in wisps across your face. You frowned slightly as the breeze brushed against your skin, the hair teasing at your cheek in an almost playful, yet annoying way. He loved how you could get lost in these little moments, how even the simplest things seemed to pull you in.

JJ, ever the thinker, gazed out at the vast ocean, where the horizon was a delicate line between the fading light of the day and the endless mystery of the night. There was something about the sea — so unpredictable, so endless — that made him feel both small and infinite. It was like he could feel the weight of the universe pressing on his chest, but at the same time, it gave him a sense of freedom, of release.

He shook his head, not really having the words to explain the depth of his thoughts, of how you had become his entire universe in such a short time. He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead in a kiss that felt like a promise, like a quiet vow he was ready to keep forever.

"I love you," he said simply, the words falling so easily from his lips it startled him. It was like his heart had always known the truth, but now, with you, it could finally speak it. He turned to face you, his hands gently cupping your face, and pushed a strand of hair back behind your ear. Your hair had tangled slightly in the breeze, and his fingers brushed against the soft strands as if trying to keep you grounded in this moment.

You smiled up at him, your eyes warm with affection, and for a brief second, JJ wondered if he had been imagining all of this — the way your touch made him feel alive, how your laugh filled him with a joy that felt as though he was living in a dream. He had never been one to express his feelings out loud, never been able to put his heart on the line like that. But with you, everything felt different. Everything felt right.

"I love you, too," you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips, but JJ felt the weight of them — felt how real they were, how they shifted the space between you, making it smaller, warmer, more intimate. It was like the universe had shifted in that moment, like the stars aligned just for the two of you.

But you, ever the one to keep things light, laughed softly, breaking the moment in the most perfect way. Your laugh rang out like music, a melody he couldn’t get enough of. "But everyone knows that, stupid! It’s no secret that you’re head over heels in love with me," you teased, brushing his hair out of his eyes, as if trying to bring him back down from whatever cosmic place his mind had drifted to.

JJ chuckled, the sound deep and sincere. There was no pretense, no walls. Just the two of you, surrounded by the night and the ocean, and for the first time, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. His smile was soft but real, and he kissed you once, gently, on the tip of your nose, then moved to the corner of your lips, then your cheek, your forehead, each kiss like a reassurance that this moment, this feeling, was real.

"You don't get it, do you?" JJ murmured, his voice a little more serious than the moment required. He let the silence stretch between you before continuing. "It’s not just... about love, doll. It’s about everything. It’s the way you make me see the world in a way I never thought I would. The way you make me feel like... like I’m enough." His voice softened with a vulnerability he hadn’t known he could express. "Before you, everything was just a blur. I didn’t even know how to be, to feel. But with you? It’s different. You make me real, love."

You looked at him, your gaze tender, understanding. Your eyes softened, and without a word, you reached out and pulled him in for a tight hug. JJ rested his head against your shoulder, inhaling the soft scent of your skin, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. It was just the two of you, and for the first time in a long time, JJ felt truly alive.

He had spent so many years running from everything that hurt him, pushing away anything that could cause him pain. But in that moment, wrapped in your embrace, the fear was gone. There was nothing left but the two of you, standing on the edge of the world, with the ocean stretching out before you like an endless promise.

"I never thought I’d say it," he whispered, his words coming out in a quiet rush. "But you’re my Big Bang. The thing that changed everything for me. Before you, it felt like I was drifting through the void, like there was nothing in this world worth holding on to. But now..." He pulled away slightly, looking at you with a newfound intensity. "Now, you’re my everything. You gave me a reason to stay."

Your fingers lightly brushed against his cheek, the touch so gentle it felt like a feather. You looked at him, eyes searching his face, and you smiled softly. "You don't have to be alone anymore, JJ. You’ve never been alone." Your voice was quiet, but the sincerity behind it struck him like a bolt of lightning. "We're in this together."

A small laugh escaped him, a sound that felt almost foreign but so freeing. The way you made him feel — like he was seen, understood, held — it was beyond anything he could have imagined. You were the gravity in his universe, pulling him in, holding him steady. And no matter how far out he drifted, he always knew he'd find his way back to you.

"You make me feel like the world is full of stars," he murmured, his gaze drifting toward the horizon. "Like everything that’s ever happened to me — good or bad — led me to you. Like I was just waiting for you to come and show me what it’s like to be."

You grinned, a playful glint in your eyes. "Well, don't get too carried away, Maybank. I’m not that amazing."

JJ smiled, but there was something raw in his expression, something that hinted at all the things he could never quite put into words. "You are," he said softly. "You are my everything. And for once, I’m not afraid to let myself feel it."

The world stretched out before you, both of you standing at the precipice of something so beautiful, so uncertain, yet so undeniable. The stars above shimmered like tiny promises, like constellations forming their own quiet narrative about two souls finding each other in the vast, infinite expanse of the universe. And in that moment, the ocean, the stars, the wind, and the night itself seemed to pause, holding its breath.

"I love you. So much," JJ whispered again, his voice filled with the certainty that had settled deep within him. It was simple, but it was everything. The words echoed, not just through the air, but through his heart, through his bones, reverberating in a way he never thought was possible. And as the night embraced them both, they realized that they had found their place in the world. Together.

And for the first time, JJ Maybank wasn’t afraid to be seen. Because you saw him. And that was enough

thankx for reading <3

so, that’s it. jj maybank deserved the whole world but only got this shitty ending. am i gonna watch obx4 now? probably not. am i gonna write for jj like there’s no s4? definitely yes! i think we’ll all agree that obx ended on s3 and after that nothing happened.

but every time i see the posts about jj i feel so sad… like it literally hurts on some level because he deserved his happy ending more than anyone. even if rudy wanted to leave the show they could have written a good ending for him. not one more fucked up father, but one that would take him to see the world or shit like this. i just wanted him to be happy.

i chose iris because this is so jj coded for me. i haven’t listened to this song in ages and when it popped up in my shuffle yesterday – i just wanted it to be about jj. with all his struggles, all his pain, but also with a hope for something good. so, i rly hope that you liked this work.

and again thank u for reading. thank u for liking, reblogging and commenting - it’s rly means a lot to me. you can always share your opinion in comments or my inbox :3

- your santi 🪐

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[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Haunted Nights & Cozy Frights with the 141

Pairing: Poly141 X reader

Warning: Mostly fluff

Authors note: I hope yall enjoy this little Halloween special!

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The crisp chill of Halloween had settled over the safe house, but instead of facing down missions or danger, you were tucked away with Task Force 141 for a night of laughter, warmth, and a bit of harmless fright. Price had suggested a night off to celebrate, a rare moment when everyone could relax, and the idea of celebrating Halloween with the 141 had taken off surprisingly quickly.

After a morning spent gathering snacks, decorations, and costumes, you all returned with enough to transform the safe house into something more like a Halloween hideaway. By the time evening fell, there were flickering candles casting ghostly shadows over the walls, string lights hanging like tiny stars, and a cluster of jack-o’-lanterns with lopsided smiles, carved by Soap himself. The sight was almost cozy—if you ignored the haunting shadows.

The boys were all (mostly) dressed up, and it was a sight. Price looked almost regal in his vampire costume, cape draped across his shoulders as he flashed you a small smirk. Gaz had gone all-in on a pirate costume, complete with a plastic sword and a red headscarf. Soap’s mad scientist costume was practically a work of art; he’d loaded himself up with mismatched goggles, neon goo in syringes, and messy hair to complete the look.

And then, of course, there was Ghost. He had adamantly refused to wear a costume, still dressed in his usual skull balaclava and tactical gear. After some good-natured pleading from the others, he eventually allowed you to clip a tiny, skeletal bat pin to his vest, though he grumbled about it the entire time.

“Feel properly dressed now?” you teased him, grinning as he inspected the tiny bat.

He gave you a steady look, a hint of humor in his eyes. “That’s as far as it goes, love,” he replied, his voice soft. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”

You held back a laugh, though it was hard to resist with the tiniest bit of “Halloween spirit” pinned to Ghost’s vest.

The movie marathon began with *Hocus Pocus* — a fitting start for a Halloween night. The group settled in on the couch, snuggled under blankets, bowls of popcorn and candy between you all as the Sanderson sisters filled the screen with Halloween charm. Soap, of course, got invested in every twist and turn of the story, while Gaz munched on popcorn and offered occasional commentary on the costumes and magic spells.

Ghost sat beside you, his usual silence a comforting weight, though he didn’t seem to mind your occasional comments on the movie. You found yourself inching closer to him under the pretense of needing more blanket, though he didn’t seem to mind that either.

The smell of popcorn and hot cider filled the room as the evening wore on, and just when everyone was fully immersed in the movie, a small knock echoed from the front door. Soap practically shot up, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Trick-or-treaters!” he whispered loudly, scrambling over to grab the candy bowl and make his way to the door.

The rest of you watched as Soap greeted the kids, all dressed up in colorful costumes that made you smile. There was a mini werewolf, a princess, and a very tiny Frankenstein, each of them eagerly holding out their candy buckets as Soap complimented their costumes and handed out treats.

When he returned, he was grinning ear to ear. “Those kids are adorable! One of ‘em said I looked like a ‘mad scientist monster,’” he laughed, shaking his head. You handed him a candy bar, shaking your head as he dropped back into his seat with a look of pure delight.

Each time the doorbell rang, someone new would take a turn at the door, eager to see what costumes would show up next. Gaz earned himself a small following after a little boy dressed as a pirate got incredibly excited by his costume, giving Gaz’s plastic sword a big thumbs-up before running back to his parents.

And then, as fate would have it, a kid dressed as a skeleton caught sight of Ghost when he stepped to the doorway. The kid’s eyes went wide, clearly mesmerized by the dark figure towering in the doorway. He took a brave step forward, tipping his head back to look up at Ghost.

“What’re you supposed to be?” the kid asked, voice full of curiosity.

Ghost hesitated, glancing at you before leaning down slightly to answer, “The boogeyman.”

The kid gave a thrilled squeal, clearly delighted with the answer. You caught Ghost’s eye as he straightened, a faint but amused look in his eyes as he shrugged.

“Seems the kids think you’ve got Halloween spirit after all,” you whispered, grinning as you gave his arm a gentle nudge.

He huffed softly, but there was no hiding the faint smirk under his mask.

As the night went on, the movie marathon shifted to *Halloween Town*, and the trick-or-treaters slowly dwindled. With each knock, Gaz and Soap took turns answering the door, while you, Ghost, and Price stayed nestled on the couch, watching as the Halloween Town characters brought magic and whimsy to life. By the time *The Nightmare Before Christmas* came on, everyone was fully relaxed, cozied up under blankets and leaning against each other in a comfortable tangle of limbs and warmth.

At some point, Price got inspired by the cozy atmosphere and dim lighting, leaning forward with a grin. “Who’s up for a real scare?” he asked, his tone playful but somehow ominous.

You raised a brow, a smile tugging at your lips. “What do you have in mind?”

Price’s voice dropped as he launched into a ghost story, his deep, rumbling tone bringing each detail to life. He told a story about an old platoon that had once ventured too deep into an eerie forest and never returned. His voice carried just the right mix of tension and suspense, making you and Gaz share a nervous glance as the shadows danced across the walls.

“Bloody brilliant,” Soap muttered, leaning forward with wide eyes as Price wrapped up the story with a twist that sent shivers down your spine. Just as he finished, a loud creak echoed from somewhere nearby, making you all jump before Soap dissolved into laughter.

“Relax, everyone. Probably just the wind,” he chuckled, though even he looked slightly uneasy.

When it was Ghost’s turn, he told a bone-chilling story about an abandoned manor house, his deep, gravelly voice sending a thrill down your spine as he leaned in, his eyes glinting with dark humor. His tale had everyone enraptured, the silent weight of his words filling the room as he described the dark hallways and ghostly figures that lurked just out of sight.

You found yourself leaning closer, the steady warmth of his presence a comfort against the chill of his story. When he finished, a stunned silence filled the room before Soap let out an exaggerated shiver, pretending to hide behind Gaz.

“Good one, Ghost,” Soap admitted, grinning as he clutched his blanket a bit tighter.

Ghost gave a subtle nod, looking pleased with the reaction.

As midnight approached, the movies slowly faded out, leaving everyone wrapped in a cozy quiet, warmed by the leftover cider and wrapped up in blankets. Price adjusted his cape and settled back, his arm resting behind you as you felt Soap lean against you on the other side. Gaz had pulled a blanket over his head, pretending to doze, while Ghost stayed close by, the subtle weight of his arm against yours a comforting presence.

Price lifted his mug in a quiet toast. “To Halloween — and to a night well spent,” he said, his voice soft.

Everyone murmured their agreement, voices blending together in a chorus of warmth and quiet laughter. You felt a wave of contentment settle over you, surrounded by the people who meant the most, feeling safer and happier than you could ever remember.

Leaning into Ghost’s shoulder, you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of the group lull you into a peaceful calm. The quiet sounds of the house and the warmth of Halloween settled in as you drifted off, perfectly cozy and right where you belonged.

Hope y’all enjoy! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Lost son of catbat au where Danny learns who his bio parents are and freaks out. Batman was notoriously observant and would find him out in a heartbeat. Not to mention if it came to a custody battle he would win against the Fentons easily, or worse, someone would get overshadowed and the situation could get messy.

Batman might also seek ways to control or contain him which was terrifying. He spent his entire life feeling like he was in a cage, trapped by his adoptive parents. He didn't have many friends because his parents would scare people off with thier high tech weapons and neon jumpsuits and the ones that did stay...well they did more than look down the barrel of the sci-fi guns they touted, even if they were only covered in goo, getting shot at must be a traumatic experience. The rest of the time he felt like he was trying to creep across landmines without setting them off.

No one wanted his parents undivided attention not even thier children. That combined with the fact his house was mixed with a lab resulted in it being a giant cluster of Osha violations. Opening the fridge was dangerous long before the portal opened and the food inside it would come to life, this was because they often stored dangerous and volatile chemicals inside of it and something as small as the light bulb flicking on inside could cause something to explode.

Danny had never felt safe in his house. Tuckers place had always been his safe haven and his parents had practically raised him as thier own. Thank the Ancients for Mr and Mrs Foley. He didn't know where he would be without them. This, of course, changed after the accident. Now he didn't feel safe anywhere.

After six months with his powers he began making contingency plans for everything. His friends called him paranoid but were forced to eat thier words not even a three days later when one stopped a new ghost from taking over the city.

Danny had always been good at making plans when he actually had time to sit down and think things through. He was also excellent at sneaking around and stealing. Now he knew why.

He might not want anything to do with his parents but he very much wanted more siblings. Jazz was great but she helped raise him since she was a baby. She felt way more like a mom than a sister. Dani was self explanatory. It hurt him to know that his siblings didn't know about him-couldn't know about him.

That is, until Red Hood appeared on the scene. At this point Danny had given up on his human life and found he had so much more free time. Sure he was technically still going to school, but that was to fight ghosts, he didn't attend classes. He set up alliances with other ghosts in the zone to help defend his territory and now Amity Park had a thiving ghostly undercity that few of the living knew about.

Danny finally had time to himself, even though Sam hated it. She kept telling him it was wrong. This was a hot topic of debate between him, Sam and Tucker with the boys both against her. Sure, watching the people who took him in and -well, not raise him exactly but fed and clothed him for years- drive around the city desperatly calling his name did make him feel kinda crappy.

Red Hood gave him hope. He was estranged from Bruce but was still his brother. Jackpot! Plus he was older than him and a known killer, so he wasn't likely to tattle on him to the big bad bat about Danny making Vlad "disappear" a few months ago. Hood made people disappear all the time so who was he to judge anyway?

Still, he could admit just showing up unannounced in his apartment was kinda dangerous. There was no garentee Hood would shoot him, brother or not. I mean, he's been violent with Robin lately and no one knows why, and he's thier brother.

Just as he was about to talk himself out of this and go back to his own city he heard the tell tale click of a gun. Crap.

"So, who are you?" Hood asked, seemingly aloof even while being confronted with a stranger breaking into his home.

Danny nervously gestured to the cookies he had made for them, "If i tell you will you promise not to tell Batman?"

[evilminji]

Can you make Ghost Booze?

No really, serious question.

If Danny hit, say for legal purposes, 21 and TOTALLY not like 16+ with an internet connection and a dream, and looked a Zone Plants? And Wondered?

COULD he?

We know, basically, if it's Fauna it boozer. Gods bless the natural kingdom etc. BUT! While he maybe be looking at some sweet, FREE, neon day-glow fruits and veggies? They...are ectoplasm.

That Ectoplasmic Grape cluster? Ectoplasm. The neon purple mango? Ectoplasm again! These starchy tubers? From the fridge. But THESE tubers? The orange glowing ones? Ectoplasm! It's all goo, all the time, baby!

And DOES ECTOPLASM FERMENT? Is the question!

Cause we aren't ASKING IF there is ghost booze. Of course there is. But THAT may just form fully developed, bottle and all! So? Can they? Do we need Ghost Yeast? If it DOES ferment, does it even release ALCOHOL or something else? Like radioactive by-product?

Does it make sludge?

What does the illicit Ghost Moonshine Danny DEFINITELY hasn't made in the OPs center, TASTE like? Paint thinner with a hint of battery acid? Floral after taste? Is it fruity? Could it kill a man? Does it still GLOW?

The people demand ANSWERS!

@hypewinter @nerdpoe @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @hdgnj

[mongen]

Hive fleet Panoptes consumes all who enter the jungle!

Cut off from the primary hivemind by unseen psionic blockers, a cluster of genestealers found themselves marooned on a massive jungle world. To survive among the hostile megafauna, they adapted camouflage. To thrive they integrated their genes with the local sapient reptilian life forms. To conquer, they could not call their fleet, but instead grew their own from the biomass of the planet.

Now Hivefleet Panoptes has set its many eyes on the skies. They must escape this psi-blocking atmosphere and rejoin the greater swarm.

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This display terrain was a mess to build. The foliage is now all over my apartment, and the little rippers were a real challenge for my printer. It was still fun, but I probably wouldn’t use these same techniques and materials in future projects.

Basing these bugs was also really cathartic. The rough jungle terrain gave me a lot of opportunities to get creative with the basing bits and diorama dirt. The resin swamp goo, saliva, and brain slime were frustrating when I just had a pen UV light, but getting a wall-plug light made it almost trivial and let me experiment more with mix-ins.

Overall I’m really happy with how this display turned out, and if I ever learn how to actually play this game I’ll probably enter this in Armies on Parade.

[tsa-smth]

Re-introducing an OC because I'm not thinking things through

Changing the 'shroom's name, timeline, origins, connections and interests because some lore points were not convinient to keep as they were

Jī Tuǐgū - a Shaggy Ink Cap yao from Megapolis

About 100 years old physically and equivalent of human 25 y.o.

Any pronouns

Environmental engineer

Current voice claim: something similar to Jimmy Somerville’s high voice ( example )

Appearance

150cm, slim, pale, androgynous, messy shaggy hair. Always has a headband to pull their bangs back and shoes with thick soles or platforms to separate them from the ground. Prefers using outfits with black-and-white base and colour accents

Backstory

For centuries Tuigu was just a mycelium of Shaggy Ink Cap mushrooms that liked to listen to the city's citizens and learn from their experiences. Somewhere a century ago, the local mushrooms started to feel too sentient for the folk’s taste and became an urban legend about the suspicious spying ‘srooms. After a while people learned that’s not a part of a malicious scheme but a curious yao kid. The young yao spawned in the city and learned from private lectures it spied how to grow and dissolve its ‘shrooms fast and transform into a human child. In the end it was adopted into a family of chicken yaoguai as the youngest kid

Personality

They lament the fact they need to restore Megapolis’ green areas over and over again because of all those attacks. She is a chill-looking extrovert, likes outdoor activities, likes going into abandoned-looking places and talking about Megapolis’ modern lore. He tends to be too noisy and a know-it-all for their own good, but if they need to get out of trouble, they can dissolve into the ground and reappear somewhere else

Abilities

Transformation - can transform into human, chicken and maybe some other beings. As how JTTW Zhu Bajie has trouble transforming into something gentle and elegant, Tuigu can’t transform into something more threatening that an average human

Mushroom growth - can grow mycelium and fruiting bodies

Basidiocarp spying - can hear and sense things through its fruiting bodies

Dissolving - can dissolve its mushroom system and her main body into a cluster of slimy goo (just as Shaggy Ink Cap dissolves its cap into a slimy mess). He can move through the ground in this form. Can’t remain gooey for a long time or else it’s going to be overwhelmed

Advanced sense of chemistry - they’re just naturally more sensitive to the difference in chemical substance of objects and environment

Plant reading - understands hormonal plant signals to some extends

Bad sense of dao and magic - he did learned stuff but of boy their knowledge is lacking

Do I have plans for Tuigu? Not really except for @/lmk-oc-competition in August

[deathnguts]

Thinking about mammals who are born in litters, reptiles and bugs and birds born in clusters of eggs, thinking about how they all hatch together and how their goo rubs off on one another in a further mix of their now shared wombs and how when half of them look toward their shared mothers they find nothing and all they know is one another until venture off in different directions the moment they can walk and how nests are always left empty and how when I move out my room will never be next to my brother’s again and our empty texts will start to ache and how one day a simple day on the couch together will be our last. siblings are destined to separate by design.

[charlott2200]

Woytober 2024

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Day 3: discovery

Prompts by @perrybearwaks

" What was new were the strange, tiny people they ran into not five minutes into it. Today's latest dose of Wander had happened on some outskirts-y type planet of the Qoworbu cluster. It was uninhabited. At least that's what Peepers' report had said. Uninhabited, and full of Qoworion goo, perfect for fuelling the blasters aboard the Skullship.

Expect, of course, this planet was clearly not uninhabited. Wander was busy shaking every hand he could reach, to the ooh's and ahh's of the weird little peoples. It was disgusting.

"Okay gross," Hater grumbled, stomping right on over to where Wander was busy babbling on in what was decidedly not Basic. He tried ignoring the tiny little hands pulling at his cloak. Double gross. He reached Wander and whacked his shoulder decisively.

"Caught you," he snarled. There, that would show him.

Wander turned towards him, grin full tilt. "Hatey! Can you believe it! These lil' folks live here!"

"Yeah whatever." Hater rolled his eyes. He could see that, he wasn't stupid. "But I caught you, I win." Where was his validation?

Wander had already turned back to the brightly coloured peoples. "Newly discovered species are a safe zone," he said happily. And then he was back to gibberish words and grand sweeping gestures. The peoples – Qoworions – whatever, were clearly in awe.

"What? You just made that up!" Hater yelled, unaware of the awed gazes turning his way. "No fair! You can't do that." His lightning flared up, unintentionally, sparking bright and green. A couple dry leaves by his feet briefly caught fire only to shrivel into ash.

Hater didn't realize how loud everyone had been until it was suddenly very quiet."

Hope You like :)

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[paulpingminho]

[definitelynotshouting]

continuing to bounce off ur answers to me precious questions bc i’m curious .

i feel like there are things i could ask about modding.

so, like. does modding doany Harm to the actual life cycle/general health of the servers that are created with/utilize mods, like… esp more heavy-duty modpacks like rlcraft & one-block-skyblock and the like? or are they just Different Kind Of Phenotype essentially?

and also how would player agency factor into that? like, are players able to custom-make modded worlds, or do they just find themself in modded worlds, or— i mean, granted, it’s been a bit since i read the lore doc. but like. it’s SOOOO fascinating to think of computer things as Creatures.

Honestly loving these questions its why i take three trillion years to respond bc i wanna answer them super thoroughly 😂😂😂😂

Id say modded servers as a rule are overall more unstable than vanilla singles and multiplayers, but in terms of their natural life cycle that instability is generally pretty negligible. Any sufficiently skilled code-wrangler can keep a modded server going for long enough that it gets pushed out to the very edges of its server cluster, which takes.. a very long time, actually, and over a very large, frankly inconceivable scale. In fact id hazard to say modded servers are probably better maintained than vanilla ones purely on the basis that if a Player is proficient enough at code-wrangling to make one, then theyre plenty proficient enough to keep up with its maintenance (although obviously this depends on the Player maintaining it)

Players are the ones who make modded servers, yes!! Modded servers are entirely 100% Player-made and do not coalesce like natural vanilla singleplayers. Even vanilla multiplayers have some degree of Player-manipulation going on in their code, since multiplayers dont really exist on their own without it :]

Smth ive been having a lot of fun thinking about is how modding is actually done in universe-- i think it reflects a lot of real life coding, and that there are varying degrees of depth to it-- especially when it comes to things like using commands to turn a carved pumpkin into a very fashionable accessory dkdhejdjsj. Shallower coding tricks for modded servers would be changing the surface code of an object but leaving the structural code intact as-is (aka making a carved pumpkin look and feel like a fancy hat but it is still, in fact, a carved pumpkin) but more advanced cases would be changing a block's structural code entirely (actually TURNING the carved pumpkin into a hat, instead of just changing its base physical characteristics. The irl equivalent to this would be taking the pumpkin's atomic and chemical makeup and just shuffling them around until they make a hat, which is VERY weird to think about if you ponder on it too long).

Ofc, this is super tricky to do without glitching the entire thing and ending up with, say, a hat with the consistency of pumpkin goo, or a dumpkin (denim pumpkin), so i think the Players who take the time to mod entire servers with their own hands are generally incredibly dedicated to their projects and usually take years at a time just to polish them up and make sure theyre stable enough to actually play in.

[possum-quesadilla]

Chapter two of Lonely Remnants, “I wish I'd find all the lonely remnants, Of you that left when your head cracked open”, is here! Short but wild. Surprisingly, no trigger warnings this time!

Here are the extras!

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Coma Baby” by Nicole Dollanganger, and is also the origin of the fic’s title! I won’t go in depth as to how this song relates to the story, as that would be spoilers!

- “Painstakingly, she babysat the demon as it rinsed off the worst of what was left, then she used a pile of different washcloths and hand towels to wipe when she could off his face.” - If I had a nickel for every time a scene like this happened in my Beetlejuice fics, I’d have at least two.

- “My real physical form before I took this body was a bucket full of black goo. I could show ya, but I’d have to be qui-” - It was going to say it would have to be quick, because it wouldn’t have much time to return to the body.

- “It certainly hated the noise and the heat, growling and reminding her over and over that it needed to stay cool. She just rolled her eyes and kept doing her best to get the rotten little beast dry.” - IF I HAD A NICKEL-

- “A photo taken mid-snowball fight, Lawrence with an impish grin as he wound up to throw a rather large ball of snow at an unsuspecting Lydia. Lawrence, apparently having not grown up with snowy winters, sat bundled up in blankets on the couch, a cup of hot cocoa in hand. He was red-faced and obviously still freezing, but he was still smiling so brightly as Adam leaned down to kiss the top of his snowflake-covered head.” - Lawrence got absolutely decimated by Lydia for sneaking up on her like that. His ass got pelted with so many snowballs that Emily, Barbara, and Adam had to drag him inside so his southern-born ass wouldn’t get frostbite.

- “(Lydia’s passion for the arts seemed to have died with her mother, she thought. Just the idea of picking up a camera now made her sick to her stomach.)” - GUYS DON’T WORRY SHE WILL REGAIN HER PASSION FOR PHOTOGRAPHY!!!

- “ “That’s me and my dad, Charles. He used to take you golfing every summer to bond with you, but you sucked at it.” The Shoggoth gave her a funny sort of look as she continued.” - It was not prepared for her to refer to it as Lawrence.

- “ “Emily…” the Shoggoth echoed, some strange pained look flickering through it’s eyes.” - Hmm. Interesting!

- “There was a pair of photos of a family escape room trip. All of them, photographed by the employees, standing with bright grins and excited thumbs up. Then, in the same setting, with all of them staring angrily at an anxiously grimacing Lawrence, who held a sign that read “We did not escape”.” - It was Lawrence’s fault they did not escape.

- “Clusters of photos of nature, of them all in camping gear, of Charles teaching Lawrence, Adam, and Lydia how to fish. Lawrence diving in to the lake and then coming back up with a large bass in his hands, to the slack-jawed Charles’ astonishment, and cheers from Lydia.” - A little bit of foreshadowing to Lawrence’s country roots! My boy used to wade through the Everglades barefoot and grab pythons and such without batting an eye.

- “Lawrence hunched over a campfire, arms outstretched and face twisted and shadowed in a ghoulish grin as he recounted some ghastly horror story that seemed to especially petrify his partners.” - He has always been very talented at scaring people :)

- “Pridefest in a nearby town, Lawrence having Lydia sat on his shoulders as she flew a transgender flag high and proud for him. Adam, Barbara, and Emily smiling and flocking to their sides, touting their own flags. (Charles had taken the picture, it was amateurish and shaky.)” - Lydia is mad, hence why the narration/she is calling him ‘amateurish’ and not mentioning him as much. Also, ha ha, Charles is the only cishet one! Loser /lh

- “Fourth of July, where Charles, Adam, and Barbara followed Lawrence extremely closely each year, but somehow still never caught him before he could set off the disastrous “Fat Dragon” fountain firework that was captured in a bright, blurry photo of all of them running and screaming from it after it had tipped over and shot in their direction.” - Based on true events from my own life. Also “Fat Dragon” is a reference to “The Babysitter”, a movie I have a love-hate relationship with.

- “He looked… very different. It was almost startling. His face was clean-shaven, his cheeks were sunken, his hair was long and unmanaged. His features were almost… softer. Certainly younger. Very different from the bold, loud, scruffy thirty-something she knew.” - It’s because he went on testosterone after this!

- “He wore tattered clothes and had fake blood smeared all over his face. A zombie. How ironic. She held up the photo, eliciting a strange, grating chuckle from the Shoggoth.” - The Shoggoth also sees the irony. It finds it very funny.

- “Lydia pushed the album aside to ensure a sudden deluge of tears didn’t ruin it’s pages. The Shoggoth flinched, brows furrowed in a sort of pained expression. “… y-… you alright, kiddo?” ” - Oh? What’s this? The freaky creature already showing signs of caring??

- “Lydia raised an eyebrow and tilted her head hard to one side. She could swear she saw Barbara flinch at the movement, but the pained expression was gone in a moment.” - That particular gesture reminded Barbara of Lawrence.

- “ “… is that why they never came to…. Visit?” She got the implication in an instant, it seemed, as Barbara solemnly nodded her head.” - By “visit” she means come pay for a gravesite.

- “It isn’t our story to tell, sweetheart. Especially not..” - She was going to say ‘while you’re so young’, as they had an agreement with Lawrence to have him tell Lydia what happened before he came to their town when she was older.

- “ “Oh my god, that explains the weird accent!” Her second mom nodded fervently, leaving the rag where it was as she went to make her way around the counter to Lydia. “He tried his best to hide it, but it always slipped out!” She lowered her voice in her best approximation of her brother’s own cadence as she mockingly drawled out, “now, pardon me, ma’am, but I do believe he did a right shit job of hidin’ it!” ” - Partially based on my own experience of being clocked immediately for my own stupid yeehaw accent, although mine is not from Louisiana. Lawrence hid it very well, but it came out on certain words like ‘pardon’, and he let it slip more in front of his loved ones.

- “All the while the Shoggoth hissed and shied away, but Barbara pursued it and demanded it get out of their home as she continued to hit it.” - Hehe, she wants it to leave but she’s not letting it leave

- “Lydia called, surging forward and going to grip the woman’s arm, but she was stoped by Adam suddenly returning to his senses and lifting her up under her armpits and trying to carry her away.” - Adam dad reflexes!!!

[two-sides-halved]

Continued | @erisdiamas

Blueberry Pie was continuing his downward spiral mentally as if he was counting down to the very second that his only remaining family from his original world would stop loving him. His fingers intertwined with his hair as Eris' hand left his grasp, entirely unaware that he was clutching his hair rather than holding her hand.

Human Steven was unsure of rather to leave Blueberry in the state he was in in favor of checking on Eris who he noticed saw leave out of the corner of his eye... or continue reassuring a part of himself... a part of his brother that they wouldn't just stop loving him over a simple mistake, no matter how big that mistake seemed. He was unaware of the butterfly now fluttering off his head and headed toward the goo to lie in wait.

The memory continued with Smoky Quartz throwing quip after quip during the fight, pissing off Jasper more and more, despite the fact the Quartz solider was holding her own. The fusion's own recklessness of the environment around them, had caused them to let out cluster experiments and corrupted gems from their makeshift jail cells. Jasper shouting in frustration about her army, frustrated about everything that's happened ever since she had gotten back to Earth, before she was flung against the rock face behind them, the fusion to busy cleaning up their mess to even worry about Jasper.

"I WILL NOT BE BEATEN BY A FUSION AGAIN!!" Jasper shouted heading toward the nearest corrupted gem, an Ocean Jasper. Smoky Quartz was frustrated trying to poof the gems that they had accidently let loose. After hearing the scream, paid more attention to the fight at hand, turning to see the bright flash of light seeing Jasper fusing the corrupted Ocean Jasper. There forms melding together into some centaur-esque form, laughing maniacally. Smoky Quartz looked somewhat disgusted by the form.

As Eris felt herself be thrown into the tar, Human Steven via fusion felt that same feeling of being tossed through the air "Eris!!" Human Steven picked up Blueberry Pie to head over to Eris seeing the black tar start to bubble around her. The panic in Human Steven's eyes evident as he was a form bubbling up from the inky black goo. The goo despite it's appearance spelling out danger felt warm, comforting, cushioning her fall as it held her close, protectively. A pair of glowing red eyes, forming in the darkness gave her a good look, seeing how she had grown. A soft look of pride played out on the gooey face before, hearing the familiar sounding memory play in his ear. The form looks out seeing the memory playing out before the look of horrible recognition is clearly solid on his now fully formed face. His eyes shift toward the movement real Human Steven, and the visage of Human Steven, were heading toward him.

The once gooey now solid Raspberry Tart had taken his full form, holding Eris in his arms as if she weighed less than bunch of grapes and with a single snap stopped the memory while Smokey Quartz was in the middle of using their weapon to create a sandstorm that was lifting the semi corrupted Jasper fusion off the ground.

Human Steven worried more about Eris' safety stopped his punch from connecting with Raspberry Tart in his face. Raspberry Tart with a warm smile, or a shit eating grin, snapped using his swarm of butterflies to warp them some where more pleasant. A pool at the waterpark, their outfits changing accordingly.

"Well, well, well, look at who I have here... Steven... Steven... and Sweet Pea. It's been a hot minute since you've been nosing around in places where you don't belong. You've grown up so much..." Raspberry Tart replied, gently gathering some remaining goo from her cheek. "So what do I owe this lovely visit?"

"You've gotta be kidding me... this is not the time for joking Gem Steven's in mental anguish and you're just pretending like it's a nice, happy unplanned reunion... where is he!?" Human Steven yelled back.

"... Oh! Just because I'm the embodiment of his negativity means I've always gotta have something to do with his downward spirals..." Raspberry Tart didn't need to look to feel the judgmental stares at him. "Okay, okay, yea... I know how that sounded when it came out of my mouth, but this whole shit storm wasn't on me... not this time at least..."

[unethicalliar]

Welcome to the circus !!

Call me Garb or Bone, I am namefluid and Clownpupgender, histrioboy and more !

I use the pronouns Clown/honk/goo/loser/fracture++ :3

I enjoy Bluey, FNAF, MC, and Roblox!! My hobbies include drawing, writing, and a few sports !! :DD

I am POC, autistic and have cluster b disorders, and I use AAC !!

Credit my emojis on discord by adding UL_ to the emoji name! Or a credit channel linking to this Tumblr!

Anyone can use my emojis!! But I have a personal DNI for anyone wanting to interact outside of my art :3 , I love to experiment with art styles!! So my emojis may change styles often to whatever I feel like doing at the time :]

If you are inspired by my emojis in anyway credit me as inspo!! Thank you !

My DNI includes: Radfems/Terfs/Tirfs, Endogenic systems, Mspec les/gays, among others :> , if I am in your DNI feel free to block !!

Also, I will draw most things ! But emotes I will not make are ones that include super heavy gore, NSFW/18+, characters/OCS ! :3