#but still. i could get it cookin' 👀

[lesliemeyers]

ohhh man that old lovely bendyweek post coming up in my queue... making me think... there hasn't been a bendyweek since that one back in 2019 has there? i can't find any traces of one. what if i. hmmmm

[automatonne]

I have several new OCs for something original I’m cookin 👀

I don’t let the fact I can’t draw stop me… I used He/ro Forge to make approximate models of my new girls!

Meet Dolly the centaur, Jade the naga, Lyra the minotaur, Berry the slime girl, and Nessa the dragon girl!

Dolly is the owner of the Monstere Cafe, a place where half-humans and full monsters alike can gather to eat. She’s got that Southern hospitality charm but is a little no-nonsense. She’s an owner of a small business, above all, and she’s here to make sure her customers get what they want, whether they end up in a belly or cram someone else in theirs. She may be an older horse (44 and counting), but she’s still got it!

Jade is a refined lady of more luxurious tastes. She’s 23 and a recent graduate of a prestigious academy for naga women, Goldscale. (Top of her class, too, mind.) Nagas are expected to enter society as magic wielders and alchemists and are known for their slender, sleek beauty. Jade takes pride in her lovely green scales, but she bears a secret… she really wishes she could put on some weight. She bemoans a metabolism much too high for a half-snake. She’s also had this reoccurring dream where she’s slurped down like a noodle by a human she keeps waking up from blushing like a fool…

Lyra is a lady who knows what she wants and coyly reminds you of that every step of the way. She is not for the easily embarrassed. (Or maybe she is, if you’re into that.) She’s an apprentice at a store that caters to monsters with bodies that do not accommodate human clothes very well. She is a warm presence, even if that warmth occasionally spreads to your cheeks as she teases you for staring at her outrageous bust…

Berry is everyone’s cheerleader. She’s bubbly and a touch airheaded, but hey, slimes don’t have brains anyway. Cut her a break. She runs a self-help podcast for monsters with poor body image and shyness about their roles in the pred/prey system, and she is a HUGE supporter of gainers trying to develop the body they want. As overenthusiastic as she is, though, if you find yourself hungry, you may end up with a mouthful of strawberry slime and fed much more than you bargained for.

Nessa has opinions, and you’re going to hear them. Loud and brash, this biker girl is fed up with the stereotyping of the monster world. Nessa is staunchly a prey 99% of the time and very blunt about it. She may bully you if you hesitate in your decision to put her on the menu. She’s been known to cram herself into people’s mouths, too, out of pure frustration… Despite her argumentative and pushy tendencies, her dream is to become a professional tattoo artist, and she enjoys volunteering at local bestiaries.

[outofthiisworld]

🌱 = a plot I want to write with you

🌱 = a plot I want to write with you

I’m still cookin’ on the 3 plots meme from a hot while ago (i’ve been extremely slow with those this last round, brain has been acting like this lately but hopefully the wait will be worth) BUT!!!

one lil teeny idea that came to mind is perhaps Clarissa could end up stranded on Earth for Who Knows Why™️ and out in the middle of the woods with nowhere else to go, she’s forced to let Doc & Ophelia help her get back to the stars and then shenanigans ensue (more so Doc helping vs Ophelia, but she’s always a good time to hang with………maybe)

I read that headcanon of her being irritably indifferent towards earth, could be fun to bounce off of Ophelia and Doc who view Earth in a positive light and space in…..a more complicated manner 👀

[smugliar]

👀 + a question that has to be answered honestly, no bullshit

@sacrisomnia​ asked ;; 👀 + "I know we both have our moments, and we're definitely better with each other now than we first met, but, I *know* you, and sentimentality isn't your thing. So, I gotta ask...have you actually started to care for any of us at this point, old man?" ( road trip au mayhaps? )

     It had been a late night. Restless bodies kept awake by terrors of the fog, scattered among the two twin beds, the tv flashing as a distraction, volume down low. Ace, three drinks in, cracks another when the questions strike. He was going to need it. He’s hunched over a corner of the bed, elbows rested on his knees, swirling the bottle in hand thoughtfully, unable to really meet Quentin’s gaze. He has to think for a moment. 

     “ When I got out, a couple years back, things were fucked. Landed in some parkin’ lot in the middle of fuck all no where. A country road off in New Orleans, where I had been when it decided to-- well y’know..” He pauses, taking a swig. How far does he go with this.

     “ After that I wanted to forget about it, eh? Who wouldn’t wanna remember. Anyway, I went back to my usual. Living that sweet life. God, it had been awhile. Felt like heaven I’m tellin ya.”

     Ace wouldn’t be one to admit it, how much of a mess things had gotten during his return. Things that once brought pleasure, pure bless on the clouds were crashing. Trauma tickled at his mind more often than he would have liked, more than he could really handle at given times. Hallucinations, survivors faces in crowds to only turn out to be strangers. Shadows in the dark after a brutal dream of torn flesh and horrific screams. Stress dreams, ones that made themselves known before the fall into the fog, were no stranger to Visconti. Guilt would swim to the surface once in awhile, a remainder of misdeeds. These however, they were hitting a breaking point. 

     “ I’ve thought about you guys. Yeah... I’ve thought about what it would be like if I ran into any of you again. Not too sure if I wanted it at first. I was havin’ a shit time. I didn’t say this okay, but there was this barbecue place off to the side somewhere. I was keepin’ a low profile for a bit, had some run ins with old pals an’ shit. They had been tossing out all of the extra pig bits, parts they didn’t use for the cookin. I just so happened to be there when they did. Estuvo mal..” A long inhale, followed by a sigh. He doesn’t need to go into detail. They both remember the meat packing plant. They both knew about her and the trials in-which they traversed.

     “ I don’t mean to get sappy with you, kid. It’s not something I’m great at, but you assholes are the only people who get it. I’ve never had, fuck, enough friends who understood that shit. Even before hand, me doing what I did, I never had someone to really get it. I didn’t like gettin’ too close either. Bad experiences an’ all that. All of those years at parties, or whatever, those people gave me comfort. Those strangers made me feel safe an’ at home. It’s still fun, shit is it ever but it’s different now. Es jodidamente extraño. ” There is a laugh, but it is tagged with furrowed brows. A shuffle of his feet on the carpet.

     “ I hadn’t really spent that much time with the same people probably since when I was a kid, y’know? To be honest with you, it was either you came to that shitty strip club that day or I came to find you while you were balls deep in some book readin’ about some nerdy shit. I couldn’t tell you when I would’ve done it but-- I started to miss all of that. Fuck, it wasn’t great, ya? Like you said we didn’t get along well, but we got some good times in there. I know I’m not the best old fuck you’ve met but y’know..”

     A rough clearing of his throat, Ace leans back a bit, letting out of a breath he forgot he was holding. It’s too quiet now. The motel’s AC humming in the silence between them. He’s aware of Smith’s eyes on him, listening to words that probably have never been heard from the gambler. He rubs his thumb to his forehead, forefinger clasping his beverage, closing his eyes to block out the view for a minute.  

     “ Necesito fumar... ”