#abracaxfuckxyou

[dreamsofalife]

Also here have a soft Beef giving Shy a hug.

Soft Beef gets a hug back! "Hey! Looks like somebody's getting into the Candlenights spirit. Did you see the snow? Or at least the hardlight they put out that looks like it."

[magicmonstersandmischief]

The human was leaned back against a tree, a small bluebird frantically darting around him in a panic. There was the smell of blood in the air. His hand was pressed over a wound as he winced, his face pale and uncertain. "E-Easy, Beatrice. Toa will find us any minute now..."

((maybe for Ash?))

He was outside of her territory, but the scent of blood and danger traveling on the winds urged her near. It was a terrible and constant habit of hers- running straight towards such things.

Ash caught sight of him, weakened and dripping blood. A heavy frown set upon her face.

"You are injured," calmly stating the obvious.

"Are you being hunted?"

[aefitoranight]

Typically, Styliani tried to keep herself on at least decent terms with the local guards. That is until they prove to be corrupt in one way or another; such as this particular city.

Granted, she'd gotten shafted by her employer and she hadn't realized that the guards were on his payroll until after she'd retaliated. That's what she got for not asking enough questions, she supposed. She had managed to stash herself into a good hiding spot when she heard the sound of shouting and the guards apparently having found a new target.

Time to be petty. She opened the door of the abandoned building and reached out, yanking the person that the guards were chasing inside and quickly shutting the door. Quickly, she clamped one of her hands over their mouth to silence them and whispered, "Quiet now. I promise to explain. Once they pass."

It wasn't until the shouting had subsided and the footsteps had faded that she lowered her hand. "Sorry about that. The guards here are...corrupt, to say the least. Figured that if they were after you, you could use a bit of a hand."

@abracaxfuckxyou

[zenless-star-impact]

@abracaxfuckxyou asked: Boothill would see a large shape swoop over the farm. It was an impossibly large winged creature. Though it wasn't flying quite right. It looked injured. Black feathers and drops of blood left a trail as the creature crashed somewhere just over the small hill of the pasture. However when he would come across the being at the end of the trail it left, he wouldn't find black winged giant. Instead a small, slender, pale man with silver-white hair and large, round, ruby red glasses lay in the grass, barely conscious. He was bleeding and bruised in several places, black feathers scattered around him.

"What in the Sam Hill-?" Boothill watched as the creature crashed to the ground just over the hill. Turning his head, he called out to his daughter. "Gracie May, get back in the house! Now!" Reaching for the pistol on his hip, he cautious made his way over the hill, but what he found surprised him. There was no beast with black wings. Only a man laying injured in the grass. Pulling his hand away from his holster, he quickened his pace and jogged over to the man.

"Hey, are you alright? What the hell happened to you?"

[welcometoriddle]

"It's good to see you again!" Indrid said, after vanishing for nearly a year or more. @abracaxfuckxyou

Extremely happy trills escape the large moth's jaws as it scoops up Indrid in a tight and excited hug. Their friend!! Oh how they had missed him!

[dreamsofalifeold]

Montrose sucked in a breath with a hiss. It was hard not to jar his leg. "Ah- fuck... I'm a little worried if we take too long... The adrenaline is gonna wear off... I may just pass out from pain."

Shy hushed him softly, holding onto him as tight as she could without harming the poor man. They were all piled onto the metal bobsled into the Buttercream, bracing Montrose for the ride. Spoker was going to be absolutely pissed about this, but she was the one least likely to ask questions about it.

"Easy, baby, easy...We're going to get you taken care of, alright? Take a deep breath, we're going to be there soon."

[astrumborn]

@abracaxfuckxyou

Cont.

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" Of course my love! I'd love for you to join! "

They replied, tapping the space next to them with a smile. Now that definitely lifted their mood. Watching the stars together with John was just wonderful! Perhaps they could catch a shooting star for him?

[justashadetalkative]

Indrid just really thinks he's neat <3

Diamond absolutely appreciates Indrid. <3

[itscnlyfcrever]

7. Is your muse difficult to ship with?

Mun Related Shipping Questions!

Only if you want something more serious than a one night stand or fling. Which I feel kind of bad about because I know he’s a very popular object of thirst. He’s just not interested in anything deeper anymore.

[oddlies-a]

♆ for something your muse hates

headcanons !

Ignacio…hates a lot of things, as picky as they are. One specific thing, however, are inconsiderate people. For example, they absolutely LOATHE having to step off of the path they’re walking on due to people not being nice enough to move for them to keep walking. They also don’t like people who do stuff like litter or just make a mess and don’t clean it up.

[spxnglr]

❝ I never have given much attention to the fungal populations in this forest, have I? ❞

AN UNHEARD-OF PHENOMENON FOR HIM - RESPITE FROM WORK. Not that it'd been arranged without any reluctance at all; as far as he was concerned, there was always something to do, errands and other matters that eclipsed any need for a vacation. Still, Janine, upon clearly reaching her limits with one of her employers, had banished him from the Firehouse, demanding that he spend at least a week away from the laboratory. With that in mind, where else was he going to go, if not to stay with his significant other?

THE PAIR LIVED IN DIFFERENT STATES, SO TIME TOGETHER WAS RARE ENOUGH. Still, Duck didn't seem to mind - he was even willing to let the man accompany him while he worked, lest he abandon him to perish of boredom (and the one thing he hated doing above all else was nothing), so, the pair were spending the evening at Monongahela, a tranquility that never existed back within the constant chaos of New York soothing him more than he thought it would.

❝ You'll have to show me what species grow here, and where their numbers are most densely concentrated. That'll keep me occupied for a while. ❞

@abracaxfuckxyou || 𝚂𝙲.

[oflostinfound]

"Can babies have brownies?"

|| 💛 ||: " Uh, no, darling, they cannot. She's still bottle feeding. Soft and solid foods won't come for a minute. "

|| 💛 ||: " I, on the other hand, can have brownies, so... "

[magicmonstersandmischief]

Continued from x with @abracaxfuckxyou

"That's just Torbek's face," the bugbear replied, his head tilting to the side. Though he could feel the tired exhaustion that seeped into his very bones. He couldn't count that well but he was pretty sure he hadn't slept well in a number of days equal to the number of fingers on his left hand.

"Torbek does feel kind of sleepy. If you're offering for a place to stay, Torbek won't say no. Oh! And Torbek promises to try not to be weird at allllll."

"There is no need to promise me such things, Torbek," they assumed that was Torbek's name. Or at least how Torbek reffers to Torbek, which is really at that mattered in the end, "We are all strange, in our own way. Come."

The werwolf gestured for Torbek to follow, leading the bugbear into her home- a cozy log cabin. The front door was larger than a standard frame, made to accommodate a wider variety of beings.

"I only ask you not break anything maliciously or steal from me. Do you like stews?"

[cflight]

It's unclear how Taako found out about Ekira's birthday but he offers them a plate of tea biscuits and cookies. They were recipes from his cookbook, a copy of which was hidden under the plate.

((hope this is okay!))

“Wow! This is all for me?” they gasp, taking the plate of cookies, immediately shoveling them into their mouth. They couldn’t resist sweets if they could help it— giving a sheepish grin as they try to speak through their stuffed cheeks, quick to remember their manners. “Um… thank you! They taste great!”

[opportunistic-chicanery]

Send this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile! ❤❤❤❤

Aww shucks 😘❤️ Love and appreciations back to you!

[justatouchjaded]

(Continued from here with @abracaxfuckxyou !)

abracaxfuckxyou:

Against his better judgement, Indrid took his hand to comfort him. While he did at least have some control over his power, it still jolted him, a quick stab of pain just behind his left eye. "I'm here, my friend," he said, the other hand also coming to rest over Diamond's. He could see blurry glimpses of memory that didn't make sense to him. They were too indistinct and fragmented to get a complete story. Though he was actively trying to suppress that power.

Diamond squeezed Indrid’s hand, gratitude closing his throat. The skin contact settled something deep in his bones; it felt more real, somehow, than just Indrid’s presence and voice. He drew what felt like his first deep breath in hours.

“Thank you,” he rasped. "Truly."

Then, reluctantly, he drew his hand away. “But don't do that to yourself. I can feel that it hurts.” Diamond tucked both hands tightly beneath his arms and forced a wry smile, ignoring his watering eye. “There’s no need for the both of us to have our heads rattled tonight.”