#I’ll post some more OCs eventually!

[narianders-gt-hell]

Normalize Being Bad at Your Job (4/5)

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A.N.: EHEHEHEH SHORT CHAPTER BUT WE’RE FINALLY GETTING TO THE GOOD PART. Soon. Soon!!!

Writing is actually just editing an exclamation mark in and out of your work 400 times before deciding to just change the entire sentence.

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Xenia sighed after the tale had wrapped up. “It ends there. I like the Quarskal version better, personally. It ends less abruptly, y’know? And it doesn’t have the weird poem.” she asked, blinking when he stood up abruptly and started walking across the hall, “Where are you going?”

“There’s a moonstone hidden in here, somewhere.” he replied, feeling along the wall behind the dais at the end of the hall. “It has to be here.”

She stood up and joined him, “Your family’s treasure, you mean?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, “It’s a moonstone?”

“My wha—oh! Yes. That’s my family treasure!”

She gave him a suspicious look, but she shrugged his tone off as weird foreign prince nonsense, “Why do you think it’s here?” she asked, pressing her own palm to the wall.

“It’s where—um, I read, in another, uh, more detailed legend, that the noble family used to keep their coffers behind—“ he paused, looking at her hand. It was quickly growing brighter and brighter, and, much to his alarm, it appeared to be adhered to the wall. “Why are you glowing?”

She blinked up at him owlishly, “I’m…?” she paused, turning to her own hand, “Oh, goddesses, I’m glowing. Why am I glowing?”

“I just asked you that! Why would I know?”

“I don’t…I’m—it’s pulling me!” she shrieked, desperately trying to tug herself away from the wall. It didn’t work. Soon her arms were buried up to her elbows in the charred wood paneling, and then the rest of her body followed.

She gasped, falling back onto nothing in a plain, white space. The only things in the area were herself and a glittering gemstone that broke apart the bright light of the strange room, casting dazzling prismatic shadows along the faraway walls. The center of the huge gemstone had turned an unhealthy, ashen grey that let no light escape. She knew what it was immediately, and it certainly wasn’t a ‘family gemstone’.

This was a dragonlight, a concentrated vessel for draconic power only rumored to exist. It was a vessel imbued with dragonfire and ancient magic, but something was wrong with it. It was weakening, somehow. She didn’t understand how she even knew that, but she did understand that if she managed to bring this back to the university, she could write a few dozen theses. She could maybe even get a tenured position. She reached out for it, wrapping both hands around the gem, turned around to find herself back in the castle ruins. The smoke that clouded the rock’s interior nearly covered the entire surface now. She tapped it, feeling none of the warmth it carried moments earlier. Still, though, it was once a vessel. And that should be enough.

“Cass! Cassius, I found the relic! It’s a dragonlight! This could potentially be proof that some draconic beings do hold the spark of sentience, isn’t that exciting?”

A booming chuckle forced the childish sense of hopefulness from her mind, nearly sending her to her knees from its sheer magnitude alone. She heard words after the laugh but her brain was so muddled that she failed to understand them. The next thing she knew, a clawed hand the size of a cottage came crashing through one of the shattered bay windows. It sent broken glass flying across the entire hall as it began feeling around for something. Maybe her? It was entirely possible that poor Cassius was already in the beast’s grip, or worse.

All thoughts of the scholarly acclaim she’d receive from finding the dragonlight vanished in that moment.

She had to run.

[bugwardclown]

young mother takes abnormally large clown son to build a legion of snowmen ( not selfship / romantic ship !! )

[candyaceart]

Some sketches of a couple of my splatoon ocs

[pinksilkribbons]

COLLAGE: yan! classmate

CW/TW: non-consensual candid photos, elijah has a shrine of [name], mentions of praying to and basically viewing another human being as god, small implication of a boner, general yandere stuff ig.

You guys my last post on Elijah got quite a few likes I’m so glad y’all like him!! He’s my least developed OC so i decided to write more on him and develop his character. I’ll post some of my others soon!

Ever since he bought his new polaroid, Elijah has discovered a new side of himself. At the beginning he’d only taken pictures of you and hung them around his closet.

But eventually…he grew tired of it. Not of his darling, no! Of course not! But…it was rather difficult to sneak photos of you without getting caught. Not to mention the majority of them turned out blurry anyway.

Something needed to change.

He didn’t just want pictures of you at school. He wanted pictures of everything. When you’re angry, when you’re sad, when you’re eating. Pictures in normal clothes instead of a school uniform for fucks sake!

In the beginning school was the easiest (and only) way he could gain access to you, but now it’s proving to make his job that much harder. There’s too many risks involved.

With a dramatic sigh he shut his closet door, making sure to click the padlock into place. After hanging so many pictures of you on his closet walls he decided it would be wise to invest in a lock.

He knows it isn’t normal. Taking pictures of people without asking isn’t normal. Being so deeply obsessed with someone isn’t normal.

But not being normal doesn’t make him bad. Just…more passionate!

“Hey mama?”, He asks, trudging down the stairs.

His mother turns away from her phone with a quick glance his way. Her head tilts up as if to silently ask him what he needs.

“You aren’t using these magazines anymore, are you?”

A small stack of magazines with a bunch of ‘trendy fashion’ labels catches his eye. On the front cover a young lady with blonde hair is posed in a field of flowers. The lady, however, isn’t what he’s interested in.

She laughs playfully and watches Elijah pick up the stack. “Well, not exactly. But why do you need them? I’ve never known you to be interested in fashion.”

Elijah feels a rush of red to his cheeks. A part of him feel dirty. Perverted, even. It’s clear his mother is implying something dirty, and while she isn’t even wrong, he’s probably planning something much worse than whatever she’s imagining right now.

It takes a few good seconds for his mind to come up with a plausible excuse. “W-well, I’m not interested in fashion! I just need some material for this project in art class.”

Luckily his mom doesn’t question him further. She definitely rolled her eyes at him though, clearly not believing his story.

As soon as he makes it back to his room Elijah is quick on his feet. He rushes over to his closet so quickly he almost falls over. A pulse of excitement gushes through his body as he begins to unlock his closet door.

The password to which is his darlings birthday, of course!

Upon opening the door, one wouldn’t suspect much of anything. Clothes, shoes, some random boxes, but nothing out of the ordinary. The real magic is in the far right corner, at the very bottom of the wall.

So far his collection is pretty small. The few photos he does have are all taped beside one another, carefully placed to ensure nothing is crooked or overlaps with the other. This small corner is Elijah’s entire life.

He lives and breathes [Name]. In fact, every morning, without fail, he finds himself in this exact position; sitting on his knees, admiring his darling. He bows his head and prays to your existence.

The amount of sheer joy your being grants him should never be taken lightly. Elijah is a good boy. He’s thankful. And He proves it every single morning.

“I feel kinda bad, cutting up her picture like this”, he mumbled to himself. His hands carefully maneuvered the scissors, making sure to save as much of his darlings face as possible.

Believe it or not it came out pretty good! Next he needed to cut the cover from his mom’s fashion magazine, which proved to be the real challenge.

The blonde lady on the cover was dressed in a blue flowy sundress. From the moment he saw it Elijah knew that dress was meant to be his darlings. The chances of him getting a real photo of you in this dress were zero, but he’d like to think he’s quite creative!

To finalize his creation he glued [Name]’s head onto the models face, successfully dressing her in the beautiful gown. Just imagining her in such an outfit had his heart racing and pants tightening.

It made him feel proud knowing he found a way to grow his collection while also reducing the risk of getting caught. Next time he visited the library, Elijah would be sure to pick up a few books on collaging.

You truly did bring out a new side of him. Who knew he was so artistic?

[seastarblue]

new year, new me, new intro! as always this is subject to change as time goes on <3

all ids in alt ~ ✶⋆.˚✶⋆.˚✶⋆.˚

Nice to meet you! You can call me Sea, or Seastar, or whatever really I don’t mind too much!

-> About Me:

She / Her

18

AroAce

Black and Muslim (feel free to ask about either ^^)

Somewhat neurodivergent but I don’t know what exactly …

My favorite colors are red, yellow, and blue! Classics.

Favorite food is really anything my mom makes 🙏

I try to be funny sometimes and idk if it works but I’m doing it anyways

I’d like to use more tone indicators (like /pos, /gen, etc) and to ID more images here ! sometimes I forget…

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Anyways. Onto…

-> what I do and post about:

I’m a writer (or I try to be), artist (again: try to be), and a professional Silly Lil Guy 😌. I’d like to be a pharmacist soon, I’m planning on going to college for that !

This is my only blog, and here I post a plethora of Things, including but not limited to:

My original writing / doodles (more on those later)

My cool mooties and their characters

I wanna start writing prompts and such! For others to get ideas from!

This isn’t quite a whump blog per se but I do like whump and I do post about it occasionally so!

Yeah that’s basically it I’m ngl

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I’ve got a pretty decent tagging system if I do say so myself ^^ so a quick guide to that here:

#sea speaks! - for when I have random stuff to say! not always about writing stuff though

#sea draws - self explanatory

#sea’s asks - self explanatory

#sea’s games - for now, its tag games I’ve participated in! hopefully I’ll start making my own games soon…

#sea’s moots - for things that my (Aweseomesauce) mutuals have done

#osea: character name - for posts about specific ocs (or oseas >:D)

#o(sea’s) - for posts relating to a whole bunch of characters!

#sea’s story 1-3 - posts relating to WIPs of mine! more on those… in a bit

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-> Important Links:

I have two tag lists! This one is for writing and this one is for tag games! Dm me if you want on either ^^

here’s my master list for prompts! hopefully I’ll fill it up soon ^^

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now onto…

-> My Original Works:

All art that’s done by me is under the tag #sea draws (I’m SO bad at tagging sometimes tho so expect some stragglers)

I participated in Writemas last year! here are all my entries for it

(literally half of this ain’t canon no more sobs)

I’ve got a grand total of …*checks notes* three main writing WIPs, and two tiny little ones I haven’t fleshed out at all!

more about them under the cut:

-> Ardenia WIPs:

(Psst, the following all come from one specific world, of my own creation! In order, it’d be the unnamed one, Interwoven, then TGS, then AGGTRG!)

Interwoven - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 1 status: hiatus as I figure out more Plot — outlining Genre: Fantasy Themes: family, friendship, grief, loyalty, power, justice, belonging

Kaiden Evania is a cursed bounty hunter focused on very few things: paying off her brother’s tuition, keeping her little family safe, and enacting bloody vengeance on them. Bounty hunting isn’t a ‘proper’ job, however, and eventually Kaiden is imprisoned on charges of murdering a Guard.

She’s—begrudgingly—accepted her fate, and awaits trial, when a mysterious offer comes right to her cell door, promising everything she wants and more. Despite her skepticism, she takes it.

And with that, she and eight others are thrust into a kingdom-wide web of death, lies, brutality, and spirits.

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A Golem’s Guide to Regaining Goodness - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 2 status: brainstorming and shitposting Genre: Post Apocalyptic Fantasy Themes: Identity, belonging, morality, family

A former war golem, Arbor, and his young dragon companion Fiamma, travel the now war torn continent of Ardenia. Join them as they meet new people, explore the realm, and search for the answer to a single question: “What makes someone good?”

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The Guiding Star - lovingly tagged as #sea’s story 3 status: brainstorming only because I don’t have enough Plot to shitpost Genre: Steampunk Pirate Fantasy Themes: (idk yet)

Zenith, of the Guiding Star, is no different than other pirates. They’ve lied, stole, and killed others, all in the name of fame and riches. They and their tiny crew of three others are unassuming, small fish compared to the gargantuan crews that share their skies.

When the Goddess Andromeda’s stars start falling from the sky, the Guiding Star’s crew are the first to pounce on the opportunity for power beyond their widest imaginations. Little do they know, they are not alone in this hunt. There are others, pirates and kingdoms alike, who will stop at nothing to collect all the stars and use them for their own gain. (will fill this out more later)

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[Title Pending.] Status: just an idea Genre: Fantasy (structured like a field guide) Themes: (idk yet)

A field guide of Ardenia, written a long time ago.

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and now the WIP that isn’t a part of Ardenia:

[Title Also Pending]

Either way, it’s a whump story surrounding a healer and a crownchain knight, both of which are trapped in a fighting ring against their will!

It’s set in the Crownchain universe, which was created by @whumpdreaming and I HIGHLY recommend their content ok peak whump right there!

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Now that the yapping’s outta the way… I’d like to take a moment and say…

to all my lovely lovely moots and followers: I love yall sm <3

stay funky, and have a wonderful day!

[grimlers]

OUTLAST TRIALS OC POSTING

Dennis - Reagent

Backstory and how he got to being a reagent at Murkoff:

Born 1924 in Britain, raised as a Christian and came from a well-off family, his early years were pretty normal but as he got older, around 15-17 he realised he was a homosexual and due to societal hatred as well as how he was brought up he felt extremely wrong for it and was desperate to distance himself from it by marrying his wife, Sarah, at 19 in 1943.

Their marriage was arranged, Dennis asking for his parents to set him up and they did, Sarah agreed, genuinely interested in Dennis and having a family with him but that didn’t happen and ever since their wedding leading up to Dennis joining the RAF she began to pick up on hints of who he truly was. Their relationship was extremely strained, with Dennis being inattentive and cold to Sarah, he was never physically abusive nor did he intend to harm her in anyway, he just had a lot of hate for himself that was projected onto her.

After a few months of marriage, Dennis joined the RAF in 1944, becoming a pilot. He had a much more relaxed personality before joining the military and was overall much easier to get along with (apart from him and his wife) but came out much more blunt and cold. The military instilled a more practical and apathetic side to him purely because that’s what he needed to do when seeing death all the time. He liked the routine of the military and had three confirmed enemy aircraft’s destroyed during his service.

However nearing mid 1945 his plane (Supermarine Spitfire Mk XIV) malfunctioned and crashed, he survived the crash but was stuck in the wreckage and badly injured, thus two fellow soldiers came to help him and while dragging him one was shot dead and the other captured by the enemy, Dennis wasn’t captured because the enemy believed him to be dead and so Dennis was stuck there until eventually more soldiers came and rescued him, bringing him to safety.

He was taken to recover but was honourably discharged after his injuries deemed him unfit for duty, suffering from nerve damage to his left limbs as well as shell-shock (PTSD) .He had extreme survivors guilt from the incident and felt as if he was the cause for the two soldier’s that attempted to help him fates. This made him press to be released early so he wouldn’t have to face anyone and so his burns didn’t fully heal before release.

He then went back home and found that his wife had left, house sold, nothing to stay in Britain for and so he went to America, trying for a fresh start. But when he got to America, sepsis from his burns started and he ended up in a confused daze on the streets, seemingly homeless and a perfect candidate for Murkoff.

He was then taken to Sinyala facility where his blood poisoning got worse, making him extremely confused and aggressive, causing him to seem unapproachable to other reagents even after being treated and returning to ‘normal’ because of how he started, he was a very isolated man but this didn’t bother him, caring more about where he was and the actions he had to do in trials rather than friendship.

His story is still being tweaked so sorry if there’s any gaps 😭😭🙏🙏, I’ll be posting a few of my other outlast OC’s stories/information at some point too.

[snotty-zombie]

Rageous-tober part 1!!!

Rageous-tober made by @jobiesayscheese ily 🤞🤞

Day 4: Floyd

Day 5: Halloween costumes

Day 7: Sisters

I’ll be posting them all bigger with a ton of unnecessary talking on my part under a cut so my page and the tags involved don’t get totally bloated 💋💋 (prompt list made by jobiesayscheese at the bottom of the post)

HERE WE GO (stuff under cut 😗)

Remember to click onto the image for higher quality .3. (I posted all these on Instagram during October but I wanted to post them here not only because there are some folks here who don't follow my Insta but also because I like to yap and Tumblr is more appropriate for yapping than Instagram for some reason idk)

Starting off tame with day 4, Floyd. Matching vampire and bat costume 🙂‍↕️

Day 5: Halloween costumes- TV Girl and her bf Peachy dressed as Ramona Flowers 😈😈 and… the other guy.. (bonus Kid Ritz looking very displeased :/) I haven’t actually introduced Peachy on here before I don’t think but I definitely will eventually because he’s one of my favs- for now just know he’s part of Boogie and TV’s friend group along with (formerly??) KR and their other friend Dizzy :3 he’s TV’s new bf after she dumped Kid’s lame ass because I am an unapologetic OC x Canon shipper now (if you can even call KR canon, bro is just an exposition character that I morphed into my own)

DAY SEVEN: SISTERS!!! Glow Worm appearance 🫶🫶🫶 (she’s always saying odd shit 🙁 apparently she’s quite off putting to people who don’t know her very well) (and she never takes off her crocodile slippers like they go with literally every outfit)

Here is the prompt list along with the prompts that I decided to do circled (had to skip some of the good ones like infection AU and Kid Ritz because I was too busy rip)

Part 1! Part 2! Part 3! Part 4! (will add links when all the posts r up xP)

[ryemackerel]

ONCE AGAIN!! Meet Alexander Lucré and Wyllow Sage! 🫶

Local cryptid goddess from a magical land ends up in a completely new, modernized world unlike her own. She has to navigate through this unfamiliar environment, and eventually stumbles across the city’s owner, who’s a deceptive, charming, and sly businessman. Funny snake guy helps Wyllow navigate the place and gives her a place to stay, and the two over time learn to soften up to each other despite their completely different backgrounds.

YES AFTER ALL THIS TIME I STILL LOVEEE THE BELOVED T4T HUSBAND AND WIFE DUO!! They’re my ocs from a while back, some of you may or may not remember them but! They came from what’s previously known as the TINE (This Is Not The End) AU, and I’m thinking of renaming their universe and adding some of my own characters as well. :]

The two out of the very few amount of ocs in my collection still have a very very special place in my heart, so I wanted to redesign them a bit more to make them different from their previous designs! ofc these are just design concepts and everything is still a wip.

I’m really happy with how they turned out YAYYA I can’t guarantee I’ll post about these guys a whole bunch because the Eddsworld fix still got a hold on me, and Arcane and Sonic have also been becoming interests of mine :-] Hope you enjoy!!

[a-witches-riddle]

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Hiya! I’m Bree! I’m a trans-pan wolfgirl that hangs out on the internet doin gay stuff! My blog is primarily a random/personal blog, with no real theme other than my love for women and being transfem :3

Here’s a lil’ bit of personal info for y’all to get to know who I am a bit better!

I’m a trans woman! I found out who I was in 2017, and through a slow and gradual process I eventually socially transitioned. I’ve been on hormones for over a year now, too!

I’ve been a lot happier since I’ve been on hormones, and it’s drastically improved my mental state. I finally feel good in my body.

Despite my general affinity and attraction to women, I am pansexual, which means yes, I find just about any one of any gender attractive, I just have a preference towards women.

I have a partner that I love dearly and more than anything in the world. We have a very special and unique bond together that can’t quite be explained or rivaled, and we’re happy together 🖤💜🐺🦇

I consider myself a “Furry Lite”™️. I don’t really have a fursona or anything, but I’m a creature of some variety. My newest thing is a foxgirl, which was really surprising to find out but das okay :3 i do kinda fluctuate back to being a wolfgirl sometimes, and occasionally a raccoongirl when i’m feeling extra silly (Thank you to @pan-tran-dndfan for convincing me of this, and now we are kit bffs ☺️🦝🫂🦊)

I’m definitely a puppygirl, though!! I’m very whiny and needy, and I will bark and make various puppy noises at you, so be prepared for that >:3

I don’t really have that much shame about my kinks. This is an 18+ blog so obviously expect adult content.

I have a few hobbies, including playin vidya games. I play a lotta random things, but one of my favorites is Cyberpunk 2077. I also tend to play a lot of survival horror and just survival games in general. Big Resident Evil nerd and Project Zomboid enjoyer. Also very into Fnaf and Cod zombies lore… don’t ask because I will loredump.

I’m not the biggest into movies or tv, but I’ve seen my fair share of the popular stuff. I’m a big horror movie junkie, Saw being one of my brainrots. I also was absolutely obsessed with Arcane, which swiftly became one of my favorite shows of all time, until season 2 happened. Season 1 is still the GOAT, but I will not argue about it because my god it’s like talking to a brick wall.

I have a few genres of music I’m in love with. I grew up listening to rock/metal and it stuck ever since. Huge A7X fan (minus their nft shilling :/), and Halestorm enjoyer. I also am in love with grunge, Chris Cornell (rip) and Eddie Vedder you have my heart.

I also love making OC’s! I’ve been writing since I was like, 8 years old, and making characters has always been a passion of mine. Lilith and Tara are my main OC’s, and my writing has been fairly private. Not sure if I want to share any of my writing publicly or not, but who knows! Maybe one day I’ll muster up the courage for it.

I’m not really public in general on most platforms; tumblr really is the main place that I’m at all active save discord. Not necessarily an active choice I make but a situation that happened more out of circumstance.

uhhhh i think that’s it! I hope y’all like my blog of random gayness and silliness! My dm’s are always open if you have a question or just wanna chat! Love y’all 💙🏳️‍⚧️

[deuxcherise]

The Hare and the Fox

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, yandere male, male!rabbit oc, female!fox reader (doesn't really have to be female, but "daughter" is used here), tsuntsun!reader (just arrogance, honestly speaking), interspecies relations (?), male dumbification, some horror element, a bit suggestive but nothing super explicit.

A/n: So the fox and the hare, tale as old as time. Listen… WE. NEED. MORE. RABBIT BOYS. We’ve got catboys, we’ve got dogboys- WHERE ARE THE BUNNY BOYS?? …And yes, I just really wanted to write about a bunny boy and fox girl. This story wasn’t exactly intended for today but it’s Halloween and it’s been a while since I’ve posted and I wanted to celebrate it with a story with a little horror element, so I might’ve rushed to finish this before today. Also imagine animals here are humanoid with animal elements (like fluffy ears and tail). Enjoy a yan bunny. :3

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Once upon a time, there was a hungry, hungry fox who came across a very delectable-looking rabbit.

“Oh hi there! Nice to meet you!” greeted the rabbit. “How are you on this fine day?

The fox licked its lips as grumbling sounds can be heard from its belly. It replied, “I’m doing well. Quite… peckish, actually. Little rabbit, little rabbit, how do you do?”

Despite the fox's clearly ravenous intentions displayed on its mannerisms, the rabbit simply smiled brightly in return and answered, “Why thank you for asking! I'm also doing well. Care to join me for a promenade?”

The fox snickered. “Gladly~”

And so the fox and rabbit joined together for a nice walk into the woods…

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“You can’t leave me here! You can’t leave me here!” Arley cries,  grasping your hand with a grip unbecoming of a prey to a predator. His golden eyes are big and wide, watery with tears threatening to overflow, and his bunny ears are folded backwards. “Darliiing!”

As cunning as a fox you can be, you have admittedly fallen prey to this pathetic tactic many a time. This time, however, you simply cannot.

“Please. I haven’t visited my family in the longest time,” you say, attempting to wrench your hand out of his desperate grip. “They must be worried sick about me. You must have f-”

You stop yourself before saying the word “family”, for it would’ve been insensitive. Arley doesn’t care.

He gasps, his cute plump lips making an “o”. “But we’re family!”

You almost facepalm, instead squeezing out the words through gritted teeth, “We’re different.”

“How?”

HOW? A fox and a rabbit. There’s no way, in all the blue above, that two completely different species can be related, dumb bunny. “I’m not even going to answer that.”

He shakes his head aggressively, his long ears flopping from side to side. “No! No no no no! Forget about them! I only have youuuuu!” He sadly looks to the side, ears drooping, as he holds your hand up to his cheek. “Oh, I’ll be so lonely,  so lonely without you…” He suddenly perks up with sparkles in his eyes. “Oh! Can’t I come with you?”

You sigh heavily. “You can’t.”

“What? Why?” He looks up with a look similar to an abandoned wolf pup’s eyes, pouting. “Please please please please please! Did I do something wrong, darling? I-if I did, please tell me! I’ll be good. I’ll do anything!” he pleads. “Please! Just let me come with you if you must leave! Tell me!”

Do something wrong, you ask? Oh, it’s not that you did anything wrong. It’s that this is all wrong! You are supposed to be digesting away in my stomach since days ago and yet, here you are. And here I am, a fox raising a damn rabbit. Have I lost my mind?

 You press a palm against Arley’s forehead to back him up. “No. Nothing at all, Arley. But I really must be going now.”

He perks up, before you add, “Without you.”

“NOOOOO!” he screeches, as if you have just told him straight up that you’re going to eat him alive.

… Which is going to be true— eventually. But he doesn’t need to know that right now.

You use your free hand to cover one of your ears as the ringing settles. Even with them folded down, his pitch was really too much. If you were also a prey, his voice would have alerted some hungry predator into this part of the woods and slaughtered the both of you. But luckily, who would dare be an idiot and cross into fox territory?

You sigh and flick him on the forehead as punishment, earning a small whine. “Besides,” you confess, “Truth be told, I need space.”

He tilts his head, a confused pout. “Space? You want more territory? I can help you get more territory!”

You mentally sweep away the cartoon image of an armored bunny waving a spear haphazardly. “No. I need space. From you,” you clarify, preparing yourself for his reaction.

As expected, his eyes go wide again and his face becomes unhinged. “B-B-But darling,” his voice cracks. “Space? … Ah! Darling must be joking! A ha ha ha ha…” he laughs before his eyes turn blank and his voice becomes scarily monotone. “It’s not funny.”

“...Um…” What’s wrong with him?

His face returns to its cute self. “Are you sure you can’t bring me along?” he suggests with a hopeful voice. If it weren’t for the rabbit ears and tiny tail attached to him, you would have assumed he was hiding an invisible wolf tail from how his eyes are sparkling.

“No. Absolutely not,” you answer. Unless you want to become the main entree for a skulk of foxes.

His sniffles. “Well, why not?? You're just visiting your family, aren't you? Are you- are you ashamed of me, darling?”

Why is he… You sigh again and look up through the wide clearing of the forest towards the sky. You have absolutely no idea why you’ve kept him around this long. You look at him. He’s pouting at you. You pinch his cheeks, remembering your original reason for keeping him.

When you had found him, he was nothing but a scrawny little thing dilly-dallying around a clearing in the middle of the woods. If you had eaten him as originally planned, he would have been nothing more than a tasty toothpick to suck on and clean the space between your fangs with. So pitiful… too pitiful, actually. Call it sympathy, but it just… it just would’ve been a shame if he died without meeting his full potential. So you decided to name him Arley since it was improper for a sentient creature to not have a name, dumb as rabbits are. A cute name for an admittedly cute pet.

You look at him up and down, gauging his current physical appearance.

You’ve been quite diligent, collecting and feeding him all kinds of fruits and vegetables, and you've even helped him build a proper den near your own place so that he can get all the sleep a rabbit should get. Quite important for growing bodies, wouldn't you say? All to at least allow the poor lad some dignity as a meal fit for an honorable fox such as yourself. And yet, somehow he is still on the skinny side. Pet bunnies are such hassles.

Hah… And they say all foxes are good for nothing but tricks… Hmph!

“Not at all, Arley. I'm not ashamed of you at all. Like I said, it's just too dangerous for you.”

Arley puffs up his cheeks, giving you his biggest pout before giving up when you wouldn't budge. He finally releases you, but not before he gives you the biggest hug he can muster. “Fiiiine. I hope you have fun, darling. I’ll be waiting for you…”

Darling.

For some reason, he believes that to be your name. You have tried correcting him, but he insists on calling you that for some reason. Oh well, rabbits are quite dumb after all. No use trying so hard to educate your future meal.

And so the two of you parted ways, leaving him at his den before you rushed off to your family’s den. By the time you reached it, the sky was turning purple as the great light was setting.

You knock with a special jingle on the wooden door to your family's den, a place somewhere secluded in the great forest, where the nearest neighbor would probably be… well, you and your dear rabbit, Arley. A lone rabbit. Odd, but you figure Arley must've been abandoned for being a runt. Poor lad.

“Password~?” sings a young voice from behind the door.

You playfully roll your eyes. “The brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”

One of your younger sisters opens it and her face glows up at the sight of you. “(Y/n)!” She turns around to go back to main, shouting, “(Y/n)’s here! And she brought a boy!”

….. 

Huh?

Two arms snake their way around your waist and close the distance between your back and their front. With a distinctively delicious scent wafting about, you don't even need to turn around entirely as you cringe from how he's nuzzling the back of your neck.

“Arley!?” you harshly whisper underneath your breath. 

“Darling~” he whispers back, muffled by your neck.

“A boy!? You've finally brought home a husband, (Y/n)?” shouts your mother from inside the den.

“No!” you screech back, grabbing onto Arley's arms. You whisper between gritted teeth, “What are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous!?”

He shoots back with a sad look with droopy ears and big doe eyes. “Don't you know rabbits die easily from loneliness? I couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving me…”

What? What the heck is this dummy saying? Is that true? If it is true, does that even apply to rabbits and foxes? Rabbits shouldn't be sticking to foxes like this! Do you want to be eaten that badly!?

“Don't you-”

“What are you standing at the doorway for?” the voice of your father cuts in. “Come in and introduce your boy to us! And bring that rabbit. I can smell it on you. Don't hold up, now. We're starving.”

“You see?” you whisper to Arley, worried. “We're foxes. They're going to eat you alive! Go home!”

“No!” he refuses. “And no, they won’t. Once they know we’re together, they won’t lay a paw on me. Besides, I want to— need to meet your family for once. I have to thank your parents for giving birth to you and raising such a wonderful daughter.”

You try to find the words but after a moment or two, you give up with a groan. You place your hands together and send a quick prayer to the heavens.

Dear sun and moon, our great light and protector. I don't know why I'm in this situation but I humbly request that you protect this dumbass from my family. I've worked way too hard and too long for all my efforts to go up in dust just because he is an extremely stupid rabbit. We'll just have dinner (without rabbit) and then sleep, and then leave tomorrow. Forgive his naivety and lend me strength, good heavens. Blessed be the skies.

“Okay. Here we go.”

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“WHOA!” “My goodness!” “AMAZING!”

You sit there in awe alongside your family members as Arley somehow pulls another palm-sized rabbit from his top hat.

“And finally, this one is for the pup over here,” he says as he hands over the rabbit to your youngest sibling, who playfully squishes it in his hands. Not enough to burst its insides, but enough to make you wonder if it’s uncomfortable for the tiny bunny. Its blank face doesn’t offer any commentary, which almost begs the question if it is any real in the first place, if not for the tiny twitches.

“And that’s all for tonight, folks!”

“Well done, my boy!” your father compliments, clapping heartedly. “I never thought I could ever be entertained by a rabbit, but here I am!”

“Indeed!” your mother agrees, hand placed on her chest delicately. “I don’t know when was the last time I’ve ever been to a Magic Rabbit Show.”

Magic Rabbit Show? That’s a thing? Since when was that a thing???

Arley bows before your family, spinning his wrist, making the hat disappear into thin air. He then clasps his hands together, ears perked up. “My pleasure! Now… might I make the request to stay over tonight? I feel I will have better odds of seeing the great light if I stay inside than outside. And I’d like to stay close to Miss (Y/n), if possible?”

What the? Miss (Y/n)? Since when have you ever called me ‘Miss’? Or ‘(Y/n)’? You knew my name this entire time??

Your parents suspiciously share a look before smiling at Arley and announcing that he shall be taking residence in your bedroom for the night.

“Why!?” you squeak.

Your mother pulls you aside and shushes you. “Make sure the lad is comfortable, do you hear me? He’s come a long way, and we do not want to hear any complaints. Do you understand?”

“‘Come a long way’, you say, Mother? HE’S. A. RABBIT! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A MEAL, WOMAN!” is what you would have said if one, you didn’t respect your parents, and two, Arley wasn’t right there, and three, you weren’t afraid of the woman who brought you into this world and could easily send you back at any time.

Instead, you give her a face of disbelief.

It is odd, you note, considering the behavior of your parents. Your father had always liked chasing the birds up into the trees, and your mother often enjoyed a bit of mischief showcasing her toothy smiles in front of the occasional passing travelers, who tended to be grazers. To show such consideration to a rabbit is… frankly, very odd.

“Besides,” your mother continues, eyes watching your siblings play with their respective rabbit and your father bringing Arley to the side to have a chat. “I don’t think there’s any finer rabbit to… well, you know?”

Your eyebrows raise as far up your forehead as they can go. Arley may still be a bit on the small side compared to the typical size of rabbits based on what the books say, but he is decent enough. Maybe it’s about time you put an end to this ridiculous farce…

Your mother raises her eyebrows. You relax your shoulders and sigh, nodding in surrender. She smiles in triumph behind you as you lead Arley towards your old bedroom.

Seldom do foxes receive guests, lest they set up a bed and breakfast kind of establishment for whatever reason. But even so, in these parts of the woods, travelers tend to not stay too long, either here or alive, so to speak.

The minute you swing open the door, you half expect dust to come flying out. Only the smell of nice wood, fresh grass, and well-kept books fill your nose, a testament to your father’s impeccable housekeeping skills.

You eye your large nest, with enough space for a couple and a child (which you had given up hoarding your favorite sticks in order to fit this bedding), and take a step back before lau-

“W-wow… This is a… big bed. I didn’t think…”

You immediately stop yourself from belly flopping into the inviting bed. Your head swerves towards Arley, who’s eying your bed with bulging eyes.

What? Never seen a big- Oh course he hasn’t seen a big bed, ya doofus. Tiny rabbit only got a tiny bed. “Let’s sleep,” you mutter, feeling the drowsy effects of full home-cooked dinner in your stomach. Forget dessert, I’ll just eat him for breakfast.

You crawl onto the soft grass and lay on your side, patting the empty space beside you.

Strangely, Arley looks quite flustered. “E-eh? You’re- I’m- H-huh?”

You let your heavy eyes close, eyebrows furrowing, getting miffed. “What? You wanted to stay over, right? Come over here already… Schleep…”

“O-oh… okay…”

And so the two of you lay side-by-side, warm and cuddly, nothing to be frightened about. Twas a peaceful midnight, all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a…

“Y/nnnnn~? Are you awake?”

There is the famous saying everyone who’s anyone knows: how a wolf can hide itself among a flock of sheep by dressing up as its prey. It’s a funny tale, showcasing the stupidity of sheep against the cunningness of a wolf. How does it relate to a fox and rabbit, one might ask?

Your eyes open, having been suddenly thrown out of a dreamless sleep and brought back to reality. As they adjust to the darkness, they meet golden eyes followed by a wicked, wicked smile full of razor sharp teeth.

There may not be any wolves or sheep here… but perhaps, a less arrogant and less hungry creature might have wondered what a little rabbit was doing out in the woods by itself? Come to think of it, why would a rabbit invite a clearly hungry fox for a walk all by itself in the middle of the woods?

“Darrrrlinnnng~”

As the adrenaline pumps through your veins, you finally smell the scent of blood. It’s heavy. Far too close and heavy to be a mere cut. And… familiar? “A-Arley, is that you? W-what-”

He tilts his head mockingly, eyes and smile widening more than they already are. “Yes, darlinnnnng~ So glaaaaad you still… recognizzzzze Arleyyyyy after… well, nowwwww isn’t the tiiiiime.”

You gasp, feeling four spindly things drag upwards against the flesh of your stomach. You quickly wrap around your fingers the culprit before shoving it away and shooching your body up your bed. Only then, do your eyes feast on something horrid.

Arley- If it is Arley at all- tilts his head the other way stiltedly, his neck cracking with every angle. He towers over you with the height of a bear. The skin on his face looks stretched across his abnormally large skull, almost tearing at the seams of his mouth and eyes and nose. The ears on his head are stiffly standing above his head, shaped more triangularly than his typical round ones. Accompanying them are two massive antlers, ending in serrated stake-like ends. Where his eyes should have been are now dark black pools with little gold rings floating in them. The clothes on his body have shredded apart, revealing long skinless, muscleness limbs ending in similarly long claws sharper than the thorns of wild roses.

“Daaaaarling~ Why do youuuu look soooo scared?” he says, softly caressing one side of your jaw with a claw. His voice sounds like disjointed souls fighting to speak at the same time.

The smell of blood nearly overpowers the sound of your racing heart. “W-why do you s-smell like blood?”

“Hmm~ Arleyyyyy…” he hums, without opening his mouth, “... had to eaaaaat.”

“O-oh?”

“Don’t worryyyyy, darlinnnng. Arleyyyyy wouldn’t dare… eat youuuuu. Not… yeeeeet.”

A million things can enter your mind right now, things concerning your own safety and what happened to Arley and what could possibly go on, but the one thing that grips your heart is the thought: with all of this blood on him, where is your family?

“A-Arley… “ you smile nervously, gulping down your nerves as you slowly shift to the side at a snail’s pace. “I… Can I go… use… the bathroom?”

He sees what you are attempting to do and does not like it at all. He slams a hand down on the nest, tossing a few grass upwards, barely missing your hand. You breathe in sharply as he lowers his face over your shoulder, his chest rumbling as he takes in your scent.

“No… Stayyyyy.” Gentle, gentle is his voice, and yet it does nothing more than make the hair of your skin continue to stand straight up.

Arley’s just a rabbit. Arley’s just a rabbit. Arley’s just a rabbit. A dumb fucking rabbit.

Gathering all of your wits, you bark, “N-No! You! Let me go! I. Need to— GET OUT!”

Without a second thought, you quickly toss your body out of your nest and onto the cold wooden floor, paying no mind to your bruised knees as you get back up on your feet. You rip open your bedroom door to run down the hallway. It’s so dark you drag your hands across the walls to feel your way to the front, but it’s not dark enough to hide the dark inky stains dripping down the walls, staining your palms. It smells of death, rot, and everything and anything disgusting. Any more time in here, and you are sure you’d throw up.

An ungodly roar booms behind you. Right as your hand grasps onto a door handle, a hand wraps around on your legs and hauls you backwards, forcing your chin to hit the ground. Before you can recover from the impact, you feel the air around your head turn warm and in the edges of your view are rows of sharp white teeth.

“A-”

CRUNCH.

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The end.

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Little rabbit, little rabbit, how do you do?

Keep to the light, or the dark hunts you.

Wander too far, stray from its view—

And in the night, it will come for you.

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You wake up and gasp for air, dripping horrendously with heavy beads of sweat. You’re laid on your side, the opposite side of the original position you had laid down in before you knocked out. Which means you’re facing away from–

“Ack!”

Upon registering a sharp pain on the back of your neck, you immediately whip the back of your hand behind you, making contact with something hard. You turn on a lamp light and whirl around to find Arley holding his nose, regular bunny-shaped and looking like himself, and absolutely nothing like that nightmarish creature.

“Owiiiie…” he whines. Tears gather on the edges of his eyes, which thankfully look normal as well with their white scleras.

Picking up a faint scent of blood and a moist feeling on the back of your neck, you gently feel the area, finding that Arley has in fact broken a bit of skin enough to produce red droplets. “Did you bite me? Why’d you bite me!?”

“Sowiiiie, dawwwing… Couldn’t help it…”

A bunny biting a fox for no reason? How insulting! What does this dumb rabbit take me for!?

You grit your teeth, still holding a grudge for Nightmare!Arley’s actions, as you wipe your blood-stained fingers on your bed clothes before grabbing onto Arley’s jaw and forcing his mouth open. You then stick two clean fingers between his lips to keep his mouth open and check out his teeth. All flat bunny teeth, nothing sharp at all. How did he manage to make you bleed? You groan and let him go, grumbling,  “I should’ve eaten you a long time ago…”

Shocked at your actions, Arley’s mouth is still slightly agape and his cute pink bunny tongue still tantalizing. The taste of your fingers are nothing to the taste of your blood, but strange thoughts that have been sealed away time and time again are now coming to the front, and it certainly doesn’t help that he’s in an enclosed room that smells entirely like you and him.

You almost tell him to close his mouth when he interrupts you. “I… I wouldn’t mind if you ate me right now, darling.” He tilts his head downward and looks up with fluttering eyes, tapping the tips of his fingers together bashfully . “Only if darling is gentle in the beginning though…”

What the hell is he talking about? “Stupid,” you mutter. “Don’t be so weird.”

For some strange reason, his ears flops down and he gives his biggest pout as he looks away with scrunched eyebrows. You nearly roll your eyes, instead patting his head, hoping this action that he typically asks for will lessen his sad mood. It does, making him close his eyes and cheeks puff up with a blissful smile.

The way he melts under your touch softens your annoyance, making you appreciate the fact that he’s just a dumb rabbit who doesn’t know he’ll be eaten soon. You close your eyes and breathe yet another sigh of relief. At least, he isn’t like that creature at all. It was just a nightmare, nothing more… right?

…..

“Darling is mine~” Arley hums to himself under your petting while your eyes are wincing from the pain on the back of your neck. He looks at you through the tiniest inconspicuous sliver of space between his eyelids, showcasing black scleras and glowing golden rings. “All mine~”

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Can we know more about the monkey demoness? Will the chapters be from shadowpeach perspective always or will we see readers or demoness point of view? Does the demoness have a name? How much does the reader know of jttw and general knowlege about the lands ahe is in. Does she speak the language natuarlly or is it a case of magic transelate? If it is magic transelate can she read written words? Will reader win them over slowly or will there be one major action that wins them over? Will the monkey demoness be part of endgame relationship or just a friend? Would demoness try and protect reader from the monkeys when they go full yandere, run away or defer to the monkey king? Am i coreect in assuming its shadowpeach/reader or is it plaltonic yandere? Will reader become besties with the demoness? How did they meet up? Is this before or after jjtw? Or does jttw not happen? Will this be a horror yandere or a romance yandere story? Will reader suffer issues from culture clash? What will your reader be like? Shy? Confident? Will she wipe out from having to walk for 3 days straight or is this something she is used to? How much will reader sacrifice to protect the ‘cubs’? Would reader declare themelves the cubs defacto mum?

If something was answered in previos post sorry mobile wont let me check your blog without loosing all my questions, feel free to answer asmany or as little as u want. Sorry for spelling mistakes, i read your fic repeatedly instead of going to sleep

I found your blog by that story and its a good read, i cant wait for next chapter, in the meantime i will be scrolling backwards theough your blog and read the rest od your stories after i sleep

😳 Wow… I did not expect this big of an ask. For starters I love that you are enthusiastic about the AU, truly I am. It’s just could everyone please stick to 1-3 questions per ask? If you have several questions feel free to send me multiple asks, for now I’ll try to answer as many from this ask as possible. I might answer a few in another post, thank you for your understanding. Now, onto the answers!

- The monkey demoness’s name is Chu Spirit, at first I made her as a simple oc out of the blue! Now I see her as a big sister type of character to Reader, she will not be romantically involved with either Shadowpeach, or The Female Reader. She is energetic and kind not one to back down from a fight. (Will answer how she met Reader in a later post)

- I have a habit of posting perspective a little crazy, so you will get a chance to get Reader’s and Spirit’s perspective! That is almost guaranteed, in fact you’ll probably get more perspectives as well of other characters that will eventually be in the AU.

- So Reader knows about JTTW because she read a bit of it but never finished it. She found the story entertaining but before she could finish it, she kind of… Was pulled to this new world and is trying to find a way home. As for general knowledge? Yeah she has no idea where she is or how to get anywhere, so she kind of doesn’t have any yet.

- Language! I didn’t even think about that! Okay, so I think she’ll magically understand it. Sometimes that magic understanding will flicker though when she’s especially weak so she’ll have to actually learn the language, eventually. As for reading, no she can’t read words until she actually learns the language.

- I think Reader will win over the Warlords slowly and in a few big events yeah. It’s not right away but it doesn’t take too long especially with how much she is taking care of them. They will definitely fall in love with her as they get more and more used to her. As for some big events? Oh I have a few ideas already! You’ll have to wait and see those though. (Cause long ask, not that it’s bad!)

- Spirit will one hundred percent try to protect Reader from Yandere warlords. She sees Reader as a little sister who helped her when she needed it most, she will do anything to keep her safe. If she had known that the monkey cubs that grew so attached to Reader were warlords? She would have totally thrown them off a cliff to keep them away from Reader. No she will not defer to Monkey King or Macaque because she really doesn’t care about them and never has. (Personal past reasons)

- Yes you are correct to assume it’s romantic Shadowpeach x Reader. Nothing platonic about how Macaque and Wukong feel about Reader… There might end up being smut later, but not sure yet.

- Spirit sees Reader as a little sister and likewise eventually Reader will see Spirit as a big sister. They met when Reader saved her from some bandits (more explained later!)

- JTTW! Okay, so this story begins before JTTW. There will be JTTW in this AU and on that topic sort of Reader will be able to get back to her world. Either willingly or not I’m still debating.

- Horror or romance? I’d honestly say it’s a mix of both, because there will be blood and gore. Reader does care about them but they absolutely terrify her when they return to their original forms. And also because Wukong is impatient and doesn’t explain himself very well before trying to take her home.

- Culture clash… I’ll try to add a few scenes of culture clash into the story. Mostly with how she acts around other people because she doesn’t fall into their ‘normal’ Because ya know she’s a 21st century woman. One with a mind that she speaks when she pleases.

- I would say that Reader is more on the shy side when it comes to talking to other people, but when she’s talking to friends she can get rather loud and confident. She just isn’t all that great with strangers. Unless if they are animals that she decides to take care of.

- After her three day walk, so at first I was going to have it where she slept during it. But after this ask I changed my mind. Spirit has no idea about the human system other than they need food. And monkey demons don’t need as much sleep as humans do so she doesn’t realize that Reader is running on fumes at the start of the story. That is until she passes out, dropping like a rock for almost a whole day.

- She will defend them with her life! She loves animals of all kinds. She doesn’t see herself as their mom because I think it’d be weird with the romance and all. But she does see herself as a friend to them. She cares for them and will try to protect them with everything she’s got. Will probably get herself hurt a few times which these bois, do NOT like after they fall in love with her. How dare someone hurt their new mate friend.

Thank you so much for your ask! I just started this Au and if you have more questions then send me an ask! 1-3 per ask would be preferred with no limit to how many asks you send. Feel free to send several! I encourage it! I hope I didn’t miss anything and have a lovely day! (PS. If you want even more in depth answers just ask one or two of these questions back at a time and I’ll have more room to answer them in depth possibly write scenes about them. But I like to answer everything in the ask)

Feel free to send me more asks and I will be happy to answer as I develop this AU more! If you have suggestions also send those too!

[ki1ldeer]

A (lengthy) oc info rundown post because maybe the best way to showcase my pride and joys is not by vague posting about their lore in the tags of unrelated drawings

✨The main trio✨

Alt text is of the writing in case my handwriting isn’t as legible as I think it is (it’s not, according to the stupid apple photo-to-text feature)

Some more info under the cut. I love to yap about my lore!!

✨the gods that make their lives miserable (mostly Aegis)✨

Info about them: they all will have demigods, but Aegis is the only one who mimics their appearance. Aegis changes the most because uhhh nature is always changing? And I get bored. Philomena is the leader. Aegis and Achlys have a rivalry going on because something something domain disputes. They are all kind of siblings? And they all have more abstract forms sort of like how I drew Aegis here, but idk man I can’t figure them out.

And basic info about what I mean when I call either Liam or Emmeline a “keeper” because I use it interchangeably with “demigod” even though “keeper” is what it is in the lore lol

And I don’t have a nice drawing for this because idk how but here’s the deal with Finn and why I sometimes say he’s “cursed” or “doomed to repeat a cycle.” So like just like how there’s a new demigod every 100 years, every 100 years someone comes along who holds the same spirit (like a parallel or something idk). This person always meets the keeper and they become inseparable, either platonically or romantically, doesn’t matter. And every time that person is destined to die as the final like shebang for the demigod transfer (like cutting the last tie to humanity or something). Finn is the first to break this cycle but he wasn’t supposed to. AND he’s cursed because the person with the spirit before him, Heidi, was such a little FREAK that she got the whole spirit cursed and now everyone who gets it after her and Finn will be cursed. Idk what this curse is exactly but I’ll figure that out eventually. It’s just fun to point at them and be like “CURSED 🫵”

[rcmclachlan]

2024 Tumblr Top 10

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Surprising no one, all my top posts in 2024 were about BuckTommy. Here’s the breakdown:

1. Tommy’s just as insane as Buck (1,184 notes - Aug 15 2024)

This is probably my favorite post of the year, so I’m glad it’s sitting pretty at number one. Even after what we’ve learned about Tommy since I posted it, I still stand by it. There is no way Mr. Sure I’ll Fly Into A Hurricane On A Hunch is normal about anything.

2. Amnion (mpreg, 8x06 fix-it) (777 notes - Nov 9 2024)

This predated the mpreg tsunami that hit the fandom by about a week, but if you’ve been following me since April, you’ll know that dadvans and I had been surfing that wave all along. 

3. Season 4 alternate meeting (726 notes - Aug 10 2024)

I’ve got a list as long as my arm of ways Buck and Tommy could’ve met earlier, but the idea of “what if their paths crossed the day Buck learns about Daniel” grabbed onto my ankle like a mutant west highland white terrier and wouldn’t let go. 

It eventually became the fic Histocompatibility on AO3.

4. 8x05 spec fic ("Kiss me, Thomas!”) (704 notes - Oct 23 2024)

I wrote this after the first pictures of Buck’s face dropped a couple of days before the episode aired. At the time, we could only see one boil (I think the most popular theory was that a spider had laid eggs in his face, a la Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark), so I decided to have a little fun. 

Apologies to the people who were scarred for life after learning what a giant weta is. 

5. The 118-217 Shadow Summit headcanon (665 notes - Dec 29 2024)

A very late addition to the list! There I was with all these headcanons, still mourning the breakup and wishing the show had given us some cross-station shenanigans, when I realized I could solve all my problems with fic. Why would I try to get Buck and Tommy back together when the yahoos at the 118 and 217 could do it for me?

Then I took it a step further with this missing scene, which I had an absolute blast writing. These people are bonkers (to me).

6. “So? Tell me about the hot pilot.” (652 notes - Sep 13 2024)

I can never get enough of the Buckley siblings, and since the show finally gave us something substantial with 7x05, I decided to delve a little deeper into Buck and Maddie’s conversation about Buck’s bisexuality and the man responsible for opening his eyes to it. 

It eventually became the fic Table of Contents on AO3.

7. New Year’s Eve fix-it ficlet (651 notes - Jan 1 2025)

Okay, technically it shouldn’t be on the list because I posted it in the new year, but I wrote it a couple of hours before midnight while watching Wicked with friends, so I’m including it. It was a half-baked idea that became a half-baked fic, but it seemed like people enjoyed it, so I’m taking that energy into the new year!

8. More 8x05 spec fic (missing scene) (589 notes - Oct 24 2024)

Another fic that was born out of the episode previews, which allowed me to bring my 217 OCs out to play. All I kept thinking was, ‘What was going through these people’s heads when they heard dispatch say a body had been found at the 118? Probably something along the lines of: must be Tuesday.’ 

9. Pregnancy kink ficlet/headcanon (526 notes - Aug 29 2024)

No explanation necessary. 

10. Relative Value (499 notes - Jun 26 2024)

“Give me Uncle Tommy or give me death” has been my mantra since Tommy and Buck made out in front of God, country, and the entire First Presbyterian ER lobby. Also, it’s a headcanon of mine that all the 118 kids are obsessed with him, much to Tommy’s confusion and amusement. 

It eventually became Relative Value on AO3.

Well, this was a fun little retrospective! I can’t believe this dumb show pushed me out of writer’s block limbo as hard as it did, but I’m very grateful. 

Tagging: @dadvans, @screamlet, @epiphainie, @leashybebes, and @beanarie​​

[firehazard64]

AWESOME INTRO!!!

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Im new to tumblr. I’ve been drawing for most of my life and animating for about 7 years now… I hope to get better in the future :3!! I am into lots of medias but my brain is too fried to think rn. My hyperfixation right now is obviously regretevator. But also I draw more then just regretevator so expect that from me as well. I have a lot of ocs I’ll post in the future and hope you guys enjoy them as much as I do! The little orange guy in the corner is an Oc I’m mostly recognized for in other social platforms. I made it when I was 8 that’s why it has a basic name lolz. Currently working on regretevator.mov au.. but I take breaks from here and there. I’m usually a very busy person and post when I want to either it being art or spam. Im very awkward and quiet so just be patient with me. You are free to @ me whenever I will respond eventually.

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[chil-aglia]

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

Prologue

Decided to say fuck it, I’m posting this now. And so here y’all go! Enjoy the boy Giovanni!

Be sure to read the tags on my Ao3 so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into.

This is obviously a fic about an OC who is the older brother of Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey, so TCEST DNI (you’ll catch these hands)

I often type fast (my laptop is a lil broken so I type on my phone) and therefore you’ll most likely see grammar and spelling mistakes, and I don’t always catch them when I’m typing the chapter, but I’ll try and edit any mistakes if I see any.

Art is done by me, but PLEASE feel free to make your own art and idk tag me in it or something—

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“You think you’re special? You’re pathetic!”

“Remember this, you belong to us. Our pet.”

“A nuisance. Vermin is a better way to describe your presence!”

“You. Will. Forever. Be. Alone.”

He’s heard all the words before. He’s gotten used to the harsh reality that no one was coming to save him any time soon. How long has it been anyway since he was stuck in this hell?

He stopped counting after 3 years.

Olive skin, bleached in bruises and dried blood, it was sickening to look at. But to them, it was a pleasure. Seeing how easily mangled he could become was enough to give their ego a boost.

It hurts. But he was numb.

Hiding. 

He had gotten good at it over the years. He probably knew every debris and cave in this world. The prison world. Or was it prison dimension? He forgot what it was called, but it didn’t matter, it was hell none the less. That didn’t change.

His body ached. 

He can’t remember when the last time he ate something, must’ve been 2 weeks ago right? It was suffocating but he can’t risk taking a step outside the protective walls of the cave. It was safe here. They haven’t found him yet.

Dark. 

Ah, right, he fell asleep after he tried to distract himself from the urge of hunger. It was a battle every day for him, a game of survival.

I need to do something…just a quick peek.

He somehow convinced his body to move. Pulling himself up and standing, he staggered for a moment but hesitantly left the comfort of his cave. He hasn’t heard from them in a while. It’s been a few days since his last encounter.

He can still feel the claws pinning him down. How he managed to escape was a miracle to think about. But he also knew they willingly let him go. A game they like to play. They couldn’t let their favourite toy get broken so quickly now, could they? They needed entertainment too.

Cautious eyes scanned the area, so far nothing was coming at him with intent to kill. He took more steps out and eventually he was on the move, looking for food or water. Anything that could guarantee his survival.

His mind wondered to the split in the sky he saw a few hours ago. It startled the daylights out of him, it was loud, bright and screamed danger to him, he also saw how the predatory trio stepped into this portal like thing.

Then he saw the big organic spaceship. The Technodrome they called it.

It was slowly sucked through the portal before disappearing completely out of sight.

It was a strange feeling when they all vanished. First, he was confused, then he felt relief that they were gone, he wasn’t going to be disturbed by them anymore. Then he felt…sad.

Alone all over again. 

That had been a few hours ago and he hasn’t seen the ship or the three organic aliens that made his life miserable since. But the sense of danger still lurked in his head, he couldn’t take the risk of being seen by anything. 

Grunting he pushed some rocks out the way, turning every rock he found in hopes of finding something to eat. He was starving and exhausted, but this was a chance for him to stock up in case they came back.

The portal was still in the sky, but nothing was happening. He chose to ignore it as best as he could. He had other agendas to attend to.

He was too focused that he failed to notice a shimmering light in the sky coming towards him.

Something landed beside him, and he jumped, startled and instinctively scrambled back to safety. He pants to calm down from his moment of panic, which soon turned to puzzlement. The object wasn’t something he was used to seeing here in this world. 

It was a sword. Blue was his first thought when he saw the blade, the hilt of it being wrapped in azure. 

He blinks, tilting his head curiously as he hesitantly reached out to touch it, but then the sword started glowing, electricity radiating from it. He pulls his hand back and immediately sense something was happening, something off. Something…dangerous.

A zapping sound in the sky caught him by surprise. His eyes widening as he looks up to see the familiar figure of one of the aliens.

Krang Prime.

He had returned. Donned in his armor that gave him the ability to walk on two legs, give him a larger, spiky and taller body, claws and metallic tail. The singular vermilion glowing eye was enough to give anyone nightmares.

And that was terrifying.

Hide! Gotta hide…!

He runs away, he didn’t want Prime to see him. He didn’t want to be tortured again. 

“What?!”

Krang Prime sounded flabbergasted, it was enough to make the one running stop and look up in confusion. He narrowed his eyes to try and see better. At first it was hard to tell, but he saw how Krang Prime turns away to head back to the portal, but then a small figure was grabbing at him, pulling at Prime's face to stop him from reaching the portal that they came from. 

This stranger, whoever they were, was fighting Prime. 

Then the portal snaps shut, the Technodrome was cut in two. He didn’t even notice that the ship was being pulled back into the prison dimension until now. The figure that came through the portal with Prime eventually lets him go. The other half of the Technodrome falling around them and crashing back down to the ground.

He had to flee so he wouldn’t get crushed. Picking up the pace he dove behind an upturned rock and hid. He placed his hands over his ears to cover the loud bangs and thumps from the split Technodrome. He closed his eyes in panic.

He then heard a grunt. One that he hasn’t heard before. Hesitantly he opened his eyes to see what was going on, peeking out from the rock to stare ahead.

Prime and the stranger had landed on the ground not far from the one that was hiding away from danger. Prime was looking up at the sky, pupils small and enraged. The stranger had skidded across the floor and collided into a larger rock that was pointing upwards. He was clearly hurt and didn’t move a muscle, but he was alive.

It was hard to tell, but he saw red and yellow markings and green skin on the newcomer. Was that a shell too he saw?

He wanted to go over and check to declare if his eyes were playing tricks on him but the moment he twitched his leg to move, Prime turns, his pink fleshed face that was embedded in the abdomen of his armour twisting in anger as he scowls at the mysterious outsider that thwarted his plans.

“You…”

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So…how are we all feeling based on the prologue—

I have this story posted on my quotev and on my Ao3 account.

Your free to submit fanart/animations or if you just wanna ask and know more about this story and my other rottmnt story.

quotev - 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)Ao3 - 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

Next chapter here

[cozymochi]

Nyoka’s prey is the prefect made me do the spit take thing despite having nothing in my mouth. You could be joking but it just made me think of an idea I’ve briefly entertained.

I had a brief idea that my oc-put-in-prefect/mc’s/role being afraid of Nyoka. Just as a joke since most people thirst over him. Think it would be funny especially plus my character isn’t scared of anyone else.

Though decided lore-wise that’s a bit of a stretch plus I think I saw a post from you saying something along the lines of you not wanting to have interactions from other people’s ocs?

So I wasn’t going to send anything but that tag made me laugh and prompted a question.

How does Nyoka see and interact with Tia?

Also I might as well ask while I’m here, do you tag each of your ocs with their names? I haven’t done a proper dive into them so it would help to know if I could just click on their named tags to see all there is for each one.

Or would it be more effective to try looking through your entire blog? (I do worry of losing my place should some sort of loading issue happen if you have it as endless scrolling.)

I’ll try to address this as best as I can 😭😩🤌

As for the whole “no OC interaction” thing it’s not as strict as that. It’s mostly just… I don’t want people randomly throwing their OCs into my inbox directly or trying to start up some kind of pseudo-RP. Mainly because I don’t know what to do in those situations. It’s as simple as that 😭 I kinda just get blindsighted and wonder what I’m supposed to be doing. Least of all the fact I don’t know who any of these folk are, so it’s kind of awkward. Others might know me cuz they see art I make, but it doesn’t really extend the other way around. I think folk forget that sometimes.

I personally wouldn’t put someone in that position if we weren’t already close.

THAT SAID, I don’t care what people do with already public posts I’ve made or what they imagine on their own posts/blogs. They can add on or make their lil’ in-character comments on those if they felt inclined to. Draw something even and tag me, I’ll probably be down to see it! I get a kick out of that sort of thing and it feels a bit more appropriate 👍 public space begets public space.

But when it comes to trying to do so directly in my inbox I prefer people not do so. I’ll just not answer.

NEXT! I tag each character with their full names. I’m not always consistent about this, and “twst oc” is just a courtesy tag, but it’s not as useful in terms of finding anything up here. Though, it COULD lead you to their names, which is the better option.

Besides, I have no single all-encompassing “masterpost” that links to every bit of info out there. I don’t really have the patience for that. There are some benefits to leaving things open for interpretation. But if someone wanted to start anywhere, the intro post is as close as one will get. It has all their names up in there!

AND ERRRR... Tia kind of interacted with him in this story. Though, imo, it kind of serves more as a general introduction to Nyoka within the context of the universe rather than something Tia and Nyoka specific. She’s just in the MCs place because me and @/oddberryshortcake always use her in that role. There’s a couple Tia specific things in there but it doesn’t really matter overall since it wasn’t the point.

As for how he treats Tia specifically, it’s not a concept I’ve explored too much. If my brain can’t think of a semi-organic situation for them to cross paths then I kind of just! Don’t. 💀😭 But that also just extends to my issue of not freely talking about Tia much up here. I probably will think of something them specific eventually, but right now it’s just generalized. I shouldn’t keep snubbing Tia like that, but I did enough venting about that situation to last the whole week lol

At this point he just treats her as he would any standard Prefect/MC/Yu/Whoever, which is with no regard whatsoever since he’s never around to begin with. He wouldn’t not know who they are given the Prefect/Grim is infamous campus-wide apparently, but I don’t really have anything too specific lined up at the moment. He just considers both the Ramshackle duo as “prey.” Not literal (…i mean…) but more so in that pedantic way in a similar vein to how Leona refers to them as “herbivores.” It’s not dead literal, just kind of… figuratively denoting a position.

They’re prey. They’re mice. They’re not anything to him. He could swallow them whole. (figurative) So in a way, was I truly joking in my tags? 😳 oooooo