#firefly being a firefly hehe :3

[cittythekitten]

Just for some clarification, most of the characters in CAREFREE will have major changes such as the species. Saber is the most recognizable with his flame like tail and Slayer is like a flying demon cat. There are also others which are Kin who is more dragon like (I know they are serpent but I like dragons even though I suck at drawing them), Beats who is a bat + skeleton monster??? (They are based on Honduran White Bat. I originally wanted to make them like the Death Angel from A Quiet Place but I go for cuteness this time 🙂) and Firefly who is uh... a skeleton, with a cape that can glow and turn into wings like a firefly??? I don't know what's wrong with me. Mecha also will be more like the drone from Murder Drone show because I like things simple (and I can make him use emotes on his screen hehehe!). The rest are skeletons mostly. You guys know I can't draw hands right? :)

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[thedeadthree]

— IT IS WIP SUNDAY ♡

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as she has had a vice grip on the brain a cute piece for olga ♡ in the future will include minerva and santo and alyssas logan !

The odds of FEDRA’s successes against the Washington Liberation Front are bleak at best. If she is being frank, they’re losing.

They will reach the basement. They will find the specimens in the vault. They will find them. They will find her.

And they will not have her research. 

The soldiers protecting her outside have likely been taken out. Her colleagues, the ones who didn’t leave on Allards transport with her mentor gisela, fleur, yori, and ondria and didn’t manage to find ways out on their own were likely detained or taken out as well. Leaving her alone. 

She wanted it this way. She won’t let the wrong hands reach what she has worked years for to understand the Cordyceps. She won’t let them reach her. 

“Mother, if this is to be my swansong, I want you to avenge me.” she whispers to herself as she removes her lab coat and research scrubs. Olga was currently on the residential level, and she had the room renovated to include a private elevator leading down directly into the research floor; she'll reach the basement level before they do. 

Olga headed from the window overlooking the outer courtyard of what was once the University of Washington hospital; which FEDRA and the Center for Disease Control, or CDC, had turned into a research facility. Walking to her bed and putting on the dress she had laid there Olga made her way to the vanity on the opposite end of her bed. 

She was taught to look her best when treating guests. Even still, she holds the words of her mother in regard. 

It was her mothers dress, a vintage gown from 2002, the soft blue silk slip dress felt dreamlike on her. She would be wearing this for her memory. Olga, now sitting on the chair gazing at her reflection from the vanity, put on a pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace, humming to the tune of Tchaikovsky’s swan lake as she did.

The swan will choose her fate today.

ive also began working on the former seattle crew / former washington dc crew and here is what i have so far of minervas ♡ using the loveliest mari's template !

a cute lil piece for una with this template by the lovely ash ♡

and lastly ! a vicky piece using this template! featuring aj��s nessie ♡

[noxtivagus]

endwalker 🤍

[in-halingstardust]

I love your writing style so much ♥<3. Do you have headcanons for hsr characters with a reader who tends to apologise for everything? sfw. If my ask seems out of your writing range. You don't have to write it. Thank you. 🌸

Awww thank you so much! I am always hesitant about my writing since I am dyslexic as hell. I’m so glad you enjoy my work even will all my errors lol. ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

I don’t mind doing swf head cannons ;D . I usually write swf for my other blog but it’s kind of dead and not HSR themed soooooo I will make an exception hehe. Sorry for being so late!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹FireFly

Firefly is totally the type to hold your hands whenever you apologize. She interwinds her fingers and holds your hand tightly. She becomes sad when you apologize all the time; she doesn’t like it when you feel like it’s your fault. It is never your fault. She is always there to comfort you, sometimes when you start to apologize she will hold a finger to your mouth. I like it more when you smile. Don’t hesitate and don’t ever think you’re a burden to me in anyway.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹Welt

Welt is like half therapist and half life support coach I swear. He is always prepared with tea or coffee, your choice, as you both sit down on the plush leather seats of the Express. Whenever you feel anxious, tired, spent with the world, Welt is always ready to listen. When ever you try to apologize he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, grounding you. It’s alright. Say it clearly, I promise I will always be here for you.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹Gallagher

Gallagher, being the head of the Blood hound family, known for their abrasive personalities and outspoken methods; is a little surprised when you first apologize for speaking too much. Ridiculous, he loves your voice and it’s much better than listening to the others yap about their rounds of the day. If you start apologizing too much he will grasp your waist and hold you tight against him. It’s alright. I just wanted to hear you better. You’ll let me be this close, right?

[late-to-the-party-81]

here’s a little challenge for you: steve + bucky + reader + one bed. make what you want of it hehe 😇 congrats on 1k, jen! <3

In the middle of the night

AN: Another day, and once again, beds appear to be in short supply. Thank you for this thot, Lyn!

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me

Main Master list | Challenge Master list

Summary: What’s worse than sharing a motel room with the supersoldier boyfriends you have a crush on? Having to share a bed with them.

Relationship: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Smidge Angst, Minor miscommunication, pining, teasing, implied smut about to commence.

“Guys, I’ll just take the sofa. I’ll manage.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. It didn’t work though; Bucky just looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Really,doll? You might be shorter than us, but you’re not that short.”

He was right, of course. At 5ft 10 you were far too tall for most sofas let alone the one in the room of this ratty motel. 

“What do you suggest then? That we all sleep in that?” You nodded your head at it. It being the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

Steve looked up from where he was rummaging through his go bag.

“Seems like the only sensible option to me. Normally we’d offer to sleep on the floor, but…” He eyed what passed for a carpet in the room. You had to agree with him. The chances were that anything placed upon it for any length of time would be carried off by the roaches that were probably living in it. You shuddered at the thought and repressed a gag.

“Well as long as you two keep the mushy stuff to a minimum, I suppose. It’s bad enough when I’ve shared a room with you both before and you’re being all cuddly and shit. Makes a single girl sick.” This time your gag was for comedic effect.

Bucky grinned at you, and in two strides was next to you, arm slung around your shoulder, giving you a slight squeeze.

“Are you just jealous in general, or jealous of one of us, specifically. Wouldn’t blame you; we are both hot.”

“You wish!” You pulled a face and shoved him away. “Now go get a shower, Barnes. You smell of swamp.”

He pouted back, but his light blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Me! What about Stevie! And you, doll. We all fell in that water.”

“Yeah, but you’ve still got swamp weed in your hair.”

You reached up and plucked the offending piece of flora from his chestnut locks then, feeling impish, threw it at Steve. It landed on his shoulder, but he just turned on ‘the Captain glare’ as you and Bucky started giggling like children.

An hour later you were finishing off in the small, and frankly disgusting, bathroom. 

Bucky had used it first, scurrying in to escape Steve’s overdramatic ire and you had gone in search of food. When you got back Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his sweats and rubbing his hair dry with a threadbare towel. You threw bags full of food for your two enhanced teammates onto the coffee table.

“Cap in the shower?”

“Yeah - he won’t be too long. I’ve known that guy to have a full shower in less than 2 minutes. And after all these years, I’m still not sure how he does it.”

True to Bucky’s, Steve had stepped out just then, clad in his own sweats, short blond hair sticking up from where he’d given it a quick scrub. Gathering your own wash things and clean clothes to sleep in, you’d slipped around him, trying to ignore the loving look Bucky was throwing at his boyfriend.

Luckily there was enough hot water left for you. The boys wouldn’t have heard the end of it otherwise.

Returning to the bedroom, you mentally prepared yourself for an awful night’s sleep.It was bad enough that you were, once again, sharing a room with two men you had massive crushes on - who only had eyes for each other, this time you’d also be squished on the same bed, no doubt clinging onto the edge of the mattress and trying not to fall out.

The two supersoldiers were already lying in the bed, eyes closed, Bucky being the little spoon to Steve’s big one. They were scootched over so far that you were worried that Steve was about to drop off his side. Gingerly you climbed into the remaining space, your back to Bucky, and you switched off the small lamp they’d left on for you.

Moonlight shone through the thin curtains, casting weak shadows. You tried to relax but found yourself just staring at the strange shapes thrown on the wall in front of you. You could hear both of them breathing. 

Slow. 

Steady. 

Completely fake.

Bucky shifted behind your back, his arm brushing over your ass and hip. If he had been asleep you could have believed it to be accidental. It settled across your waist, a copy of how you imagined Steve’s was lying over his.

“Um…Buck?” You whispered out of habit. “What are you doing?”

“‘S not a lot of space, doll. We need to cosy up, so you and Stevie don’t fall out.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“He’s also like a radiator, sweetheart. And we’ve noticed you don’t like to get cold. Just go with it.” Great. Now Steve was joining in.

“It just feels… you know… weird.” Something about the darkness was making you feel braver than you had in a while. Although that bravery started to wane slightly when Bucky shuffled even closer and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Whaddya mean ‘weird’? I think it feels nice.”

You flipped over to face him, despite the fact that there was so little light it made the gesture pointless. You were getting frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually.

“Bucky. Your boyfriend is right there, cuddling you, but apparently cuddling me is nice. And for some reason Steve is fine with it.”

The shadows behind Bucky shifted; Steve lifting his head.

“Wanna know why I’m fine with it?”

“Cos you’re secure in your and Bucky’s relationship, and you know this is just practical?”

He chuckled, low and deep, and boy did the sound do things to you. Oh, god! How keen were his senses? Would he be able to smell your arousal?

“Well, yes, but also, no…”

Before you could question him, Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist and suddenly he flipped you both, placing you in the middle of the bed, wedged between him and Steve. Your hands were pressed up against Steve’s chest, his coarse chest hairs tickling your palms. Bucky’s hand was splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“What the hell?”

“We realised something, doll.” Bucky was practically purring in your ear. His hips pressed up against your ass and…oh!

“W-what’s that?” You could barely breathe, frozen rigid in the bed, afraid to move.

Steve wiggled down the bed in front of you, so that your hands were on his shoulders and both your faces were level.

“That you aren’t jealous of either of us when Buck and I are being affectionate. You’re jealous of both of us. You’ve got the hots for both of us.”

You scowled, hoping that despite the low light he could see your annoyance.

“So, what? You decided you’d both tease me. Thanks so much.” You shuffled violently and sat up, kicking off the last part of the coverlet. You pushed up on your knees, but Steve copied you, effectively blocking you.

“We’re not teasing you, sweetheart. Let me finish. Please.”

The bed dipped behind you; Bucky getting to his knees too. Your head was a swirl of emotions. Confusion, want, frustration, and something that might have been hope. Steve took hold of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of your knuckles.

“We’re trying to tell you… we’ve got the hots for you too.”

“Majorly,” Bucky interjected. “It’s been torture these last few months. Fighting beside you. Sharing a room. You, being so close, but not attainable.” You could feel the heat radiating off him and all you wanted to do was relax back onto his firm chest. And you wanted to believe what they were apparently telling you.

Steve tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him.

“You can’t begin to imagine how Buck and I have been when we’ve got back to our apartment at the compound after missions with you. How we’ve been so wound up, so goddamn horny thinking about you. Thank goodness for sound-proofing. I think we’ve fucked each other seven ways from Sunday everytime.”

Bucky had moved again; regained his previous spot plastered against your back. Both his hands were settled on your waist, just above your hips. He dipped his head, and his hair brushed your neck before his lips settled just below your ear. Testing you.

“Do you want us, doll?” His lips trailed down your neck and you tilted it to bare your throat to him. Your busy mind had cleared. Now only the want remained. Bucky and Steve were pressed against you in the moonlight, surrounding you with their scent and promising you pleasure. All you had to do was answer.

“Yes!”

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[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone, it's Wednesday already! Tagged by the wonderful @theoneandonlysemla (thank you for handsome altmer art hehe) Tagging @dirty-bosmer @thequeenofthewinter @lucien-lachance @umbracirrus @pocket-vvardvark @firefly-factory no pressure as always but if you'd like to share I am more than happy to see anything <3

This week I'm sharing part of my third and final chapter for this little minific I've been doing of Theodora and Ondolemar at Lakeview Manor (which you can find here). They've been having a good time aside from him getting stabbed but now it's time to address some things. Ondolemar, where were you from 4E 171-175? 🤔🤔🤔

“I’ve been missing Anvil more and more lately. The smell of the sea, how fresh the fish is. It’s beautiful…” Her words trail off as thoughts take over. 

After the defeat of Ulfric Stormcloak, General Tullius had provided an overview of all the Thalmor agents in Skyrim. Detailing their ranks, location, and status during the Great War. This was done to give the upper ranks of the Legion more information, he had specifically said to her that the Empire’s peace with the Thalmor may not last much longer. An offer to join the Emperor’s War Council had soon followed. 

“When you are ready to come home Legate Victius, the Empire will be proud to welcome the Dragonborn.” A load of propaganda was what it was, though she pretended to consider. 

In regards to the actual Thalmor agents, some information was already known to her. Legate Rikke had told her of Elenwen’s involvement in Ulfric Stormcloak’s torture. But soon the General went on to explain the others, names that she was thankful not to know. But then he said his name. “Commander Ondolemar, leader of the Thalmor Justiciars in Skyrim. Currently operating in Markarth, formerly a part of Arannelya’s army that swept through the Gold Coast to Hammerfell via Valenwood.”

A naive part of her had hoped he hadn’t been involved in the war at all. After realizing how stupid that was, she then decided that it would be okay if he was there for the capture of the Imperial City. She already accepted so much, being born post-war helped her ignore the realities of his faction, she could handle that; as terrible as it sounded. But, he had been there in Anvil, the home of her and her father before her. The ache that rocked through her body in that moment nearly knocked her off her feet. The only thing that kept her upright was the fear of explaining why. If she believed in the gods she would have thought they cursed her with what happened next. 

He was in Windhelm, he had used work as an excuse to come all that way to see her. They drank, and laughed, and he let his guard down further. They talked about home and he said he loved her for the first time. That he would grow still, to love her more. That he could never hurt her, even if it meant disobeying an order. 

If that is true she tells herself then he will not lie to me. 

“But you’ve been to Anvil before, haven’t you?” 

[merakiui]

I had an idea a while back after the goldfish Riddle post.

Firefly squid!Idia.

The researchers got a new specimen from the Deep Sea. Another mermaid to add to their research. Unlike the others, though, this one hides away at any given time. And absolutely hates interaction. Another strange thing about this specimen is that it seems to be missing someone. And is so far the only one of the mermaids that have made escape attempts. His bioluminecent tentacles are the only light source in his darkened tank.

Until something else starts shining. He looks over and sees a diver coming towards him. He prepares to ink and dissappear, but the diver stops him. You were sent down into his tank to collect data from him. Your approach is gentle and nurturing. You are by far one of the nicest people he's encountered in a long time. He lets you do your job.

After that encounter, idia is always hoping to see you again. You make his gloomy lifestyle bearable. Sometimes, you even bring stuff for him to entertain himself with even when you aren't there. He slowly but surely falls in love with you. He can't stop thinking about you. You will be such a good older sister to Ortho. When he finds a way out of this dump, he will make sure you come with him, too. He just loves you so much. <3

Those other mers in the facility think that he can't smell them on you when you come back? Huh! Those normies! Let them have their fun... for now. In the end, Idia will escape this place with you as his new, cute little mate.

He's shy and evasive...until he isn't and he starts to grow accustomed to your visits, slowly but surely becoming acquainted with you. He lets you do what you must so long as you continue to be sweet and bring him things to entertain himself with. The laminated pages from a chapter in a manga you brought were especially interesting, so he'll want you to bring more of that. Idia seems content for the time being, but deep down he wants nothing more than to go back home where his little brother is. He misses his family, but then if he escapes successfully he'll miss you as well... it's a dilemma!

You're the first human he's ever wanted to form a genuine bond with, so maybe you'll understand if he expresses his desire to leave. Maybe you'll even aid in his escape. If you do, that will have settled it for Idia. He needs to bring you back home with him because you care so much and are always so sweet. It's annoying when he smells other mers on you or sees physical proof that they got too handsy with you, but soon he'll make you his. Everyone else here is just a lowly side character! Those sneaky eel twins, that uptight goldfish, that obsessive octopus will be nothing to you after he's taken you home with him. :) it doesn't matter if you're against it. You trapped him first, and he actually loves you! Besides, would you rather be stuck here, forced to be some breeding toy for these lowlife mers, or would you rather live happily with him in the dark depths of the sea, where he won't breed you until you're ready (and until he's ready hehe)?

[romanpolitan]

FANKID ART DROP!!!!! (^w^) 🤍

felt like dropping some of my fankids! :D i love them all a lot hehe

info about them under the cut !!!!

Sundae Ren (she/her)

- semblance undecided, but she will have one

- bratty and blunt, super dry humor kinda unhinged like rwby chibi nora

- vegetarian

- oldest sister of JNPR berries

Poppi Arc (she/her)

- never unlocks her semblance

- twee style , weird girl

- autistic, similar to ren in attitude

- deaf, semi-nonverbal but uses a lot of sign

- the youngest kid of JNPR berries

i love jnpr berries poly, they all parent and raise the kiddo’s as siblings. there are 3 Arko’s kids apart of the family as well, but they have yet to be designed (juniper, alyx and louis)

Venus Rose (he/him)

- autistic

- only child

- semblance: eclipse. his semblance allows him to delve into shadows, he can then dissipate his body and travel between touching shadows without being seen

- clingy kid, separation anxiety, slept with his parents until he was like 10 type kid 😭

Aurelia Xiao-long (she/her)

- adopted

- semblance: spatulae. her semblance gives her fingers, pads of her palms, souls of her feet, and toes an adhesive ability allowing her to stick to any surface. this gives her sneak attacks and stealthy abilities

- wants to be a huntress like her moms :)

- snarky, smart, straight A student who gets an early ride into the huntsmen academy of her choice

- eldest sister

Sunny Xiao-long (she/her)

- youngest sister

- was carried to term by blake and is biologically related to her, jaune was the surrogate since he is close with them and sorta looks like yang

- transfem 🏳️‍⚧️ came out pretty young in the most supportive household ever

- lion faunus , ears + mane later as she gets older

- shy, inidepended kid

- undecided semblance

Atasi Wukong (she/they)

- she is their biological child, sun is transmasc and carried her

- monkey faunus with ears

- lazy eye but still capable of sight

- undecided semblance

- very laid back, silly girl, loves her aunty blake and is always playing around

penny and oscar have SO many kids 😭 they’re cutesy traditional-esc farming lesbians. i’m gonna rapid fire them as a lot of the info is on the drawing

firefly’s semblance is called hover: she came make herself float as well as small objects

octave’s semblance is called sound warp: he can create sound waves, use them to push things away, deafen them, and even manipulate peoples hearing slightly

neelie’s semblance is echo-location: similar to her twin she uses sound waves to locate and feel people around him. he can also send waves out to feel out the environments of further locations

mahogany’s semblance is called botanical arts: she is able to control and change the growth of plants and use them in different forms

olive’s semblance is anima: the ability to communicate with animals, later she develops the ability to also influence how they behave

last but not least flora, she’s like a hypothetical ‘if the world was happy’ 😭😭 ozma and salem are just a happy married couple who run Beacon and NOTHING bad ever happens EVER!!!! Also neither salem or ozma have last names, so i just gave them pine and they adopt oscar and take his :3

Flora Pine (they/them)

- albino

- not fully blind but like most albino pe,ople can barely see a foot away from their face

- intersex, identifies as nonbinary

- no semblance, has magic like their parents

- very close with their big brother oscar, shy and awkward similar to him in personality

[wexhappyxfew]

I'd like to ask about "Rosie and Judy = 3-Parter in the Middle of Nowhere-Russia/Germany." It is making me think 👀🥺 thoughts.

lestweforget5

HI AND HELLO!!!!! thank you so much for stopping by the askbox!!! i appreciate it so so much!!! :) AND -- thank you for THIS SPECIFIC ONE!!!! *equally* thinking many (SOBS) thoughts about this specific piece as well because (what can I say) angst/whump/hurt/comfort makes the world go 'round when i write ships and couples so.....

HERE I do some rambling about this specific 3-parter piece series. I also share a snippet hehe! <3

BUT -- I definitely have some more snippets and rambling I can happily do!!! :)

I mention a bit about how Judy's past is a major influence on her sense-of-self along with how she approaches the world around her, so please enjoy this snippet!

The next time she woke was in a canvas tent - she could tell because of the scent. Despite being across an ocean, canvas still smelled the same and reminded her of home. Nights out under the stars, staring out towards darkened mountain tops, chasing fireflies, giggling and laughing, enjoying her father's raspy song voice in the midst of a shooting star, eating fresh honey her mother had canned. Days where childhood had seemed endless and limitless and she'd been so lost in the midst of it all to see the worry and stress on her parents' faces, know the truth about their situation, the lack of money - but there'd been happiness still. They'd still brought home what happiness they could've had and Judy had felt that. Canvas would always bring her back. Along with the smell of fire wood.

I think this 3-parter will highlight the past a lot (in reference to Judy's youth as the FIRST mention of the past, in reference to the actual crash of the plane as the SECOND mention of the past, and in reference to the last conversation she had with Rosie as the THIRD mention of the past) all of which are important moments and equally people/things in her life that made her who she is. AND SO WITH THAT -- I also want to mention that (and have since mentioned) that angst is my absolute most favorite thing EVER....so please....enjoy a snippet of that too hehe :)

"Rosie?" she managed out, her voice hoarse and strained, a wet cough following, followed by a searing pain that shot through the right side of her head. More hushed voices - evident confusion - despite her lack of understanding, she could make out the tone. Confusion. Distance. Hesitance. The more she got her eyes to open, blinking rapidly to get her whereabouts, she realized that not only were faces watching her intently, but the tips of each gun were pointed right at her. Judy let out another strangled cry as slowly lifted her hands away from her body, a groan escaping her lips at the pain in her right arm - it was enough to be blinding and numbing enough for her eyes to roll back in her head and her to pass out for a few moments. Coming back to it, she could hear the voices again, lost in translation, evident confusion. What was going on? Where was she? Why wasn't she in the plane? Where was Rosie? Judy strained to keep her gaze focused. "Rosie?" she tried again, only catching the frantic voices and evident glances of the soldiers above her, "Where….where's Rosie?"

BRB CRYING. Asking for Rosie, completely confused, a bit helpless, trying to keep it together without wanting to completely lose her mind (Judy Rybinski are you ME?????). Incredibly excited to intertwine this short-story of finding each other again in this mess sorta vibe and just yeah. THEM <33333

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!!!!! Excited to continue both progressing and continuing to develop this! <3

ask about my WIPS! [here]

[tiny-paws]

Pinned post! :3

Hello!! This is a blog run by a few members of our system ( @the-honey-system ) who wanted a space for agere and therian content. We take requests for moodboards, outfits and bags!

Please read our DNI near the bottom of this post before interacting!

introductions, request info and DNI below the cut!! ^^

(divider by @firefly-graphics)

Introductions!

Mikey (he/art/paint) - rottmnt fictive

- age regressor (5-9)

Bee (they/hon/paw) - brainmade

- therian (calico cat)

The Doctor/Ten (any pronouns)

- doctor who fictive

- age regressor (1-5)

Pearl (she/her)

- hermitcraft/life series fictive

- age regressor (6-12)

Tango (flare/spark/cog/char)

- hermitcraft/life series fictive

- age regressor (3-10)

Requests:

We take requests for agere and otherkin/therian related moodboards, outfit boards and bags!

We will do:

✅ fandoms: ben and holly’s little kingom, bluey, bnha, celeste, doctor who (nuwho up to s7), dsmp, D20 fantasy high, glitter force, hazbin hotel/helluva boss, hermitcraft, life series, minecraft, mlp, nimona, pokemon, rottmnt, studio ghibli, the magnus archives, tmnt 2012, turning red, zelda botw/totk

✅ non-fandoms (eg animals, plants, colour schemes, seasons)

✅ moodboards: a collection of photos with a theme, meant to look nice!

✅ outfit boards: clothes and accessories, with a toy or fidget

✅ bags: a backpack/bag with items for a day, such as food, toys, books, etc.

We will not do:

❌ anything in our DNI list

❌ anything religious (only modern religion; ancient religion is okay!)

❌ anything medical in nature (including vets)

❌ diapers (sorry about this one, diapers are super valid, we’ve just had icky experiences)

❌ the dream team (from mcyt)

❌ cc!wilbur soot

Extra notes:

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[ghoultrifle]

Dew's Best Kept Secret

Have some nasty DewRora glasses porn, you freaks /aff.

Summary: Dew hates his glasses, Aurora (and Aether) think they're unbearably hot - cue them fucking nasty

These are what I'm imagining Dew wears (when he has to)

Oh and everyone's trans

@jimothybarnes optician tag, i feel like there's another optician-adjacent writer here but i cannot remember who, sorry! edit: @dewedup optician tag hehe thanks jesus for reminding me <3

READ BELOW THE CUT OR ON AO3

He sits on the edge of the bed, a full length mirror positioned just too far away for him to see himself. Blurry fingers gliding over his ruddy cock, blissed expression masked by the distance.

Dewdrop hates his glasses, they make him lose his bad boy edge, he’d fit right in as a librarian when he wears them, he reckons. Nothing more than the nerdy girl in a romcom that becomes absolute dynamite when she goes to prom, without the frames. Aether is the only ghoul blessed with the privilege of even knowing Dewdrop needs glasses, not least being the only ghoul to see him wear them.

“Head up, darling, at the mirror, need you to see exactly what I’m doing to that pretty body of yours,” the quintessence ghoul had insisted, holding the smaller ghoul in front of him, fingers glossy as he teased Dew’s clit.

“Uhh Aeth, I appreciate the sentiment but- ah, I can’t see shit, ‘m not wearing my contacts.”

“Oh, uh, you got glasses anywhere, firefly?” he replied, realising why the fire ghoul was so clumsy; he couldn’t fucking see anything. This was a vulnerable moment for Dewdrop and Aether knew it. Keen on keeping the ghoul atop him a horny crying mess instead of a sad one, he brushed over the sudden confession in favour of letting Dew see himself all hard and leaking.

“Bedside drawer,” he huffed.

Aether blindly reached out to grab the glasses, smudging the lenses in the process. Still curiously running his fingers between Dew’s folds he opened the frames with his teeth before placing them on the fire ghoul’s face.

“Holy fuck, Dewdrop, you’re stunning.”

The round lenses complimented his sharp jawline, softening his features. But Dew would never see it that way, convinced Aether was so madly in love with him that he could have worn clown makeup to bed and the other would think it was hot.

Tonight, Dew is thinking back to the moment he could see exactly how his dick quivered under Aether’s strokes, how he leaked onto those thunderous thighs, glistening. It’s not often Dewdrop pleasures himself alone, with more than enough ghouls willing to accompany him. And it’s even less often he takes his time to indulge himself, to really drag it out and appreciate his body. More commonly, he’s quietly cranking one out on the tour bus, or sticking his hand between his legs with fervour when he just can’t sleep.

He groans as he picks up those perfectly circular frames from his bedside, long having run out of contacts. If he didn’t know better he’d say Aether purposefully lost his prescription just to see him wear them.

As long as he keeps focused on his dick, he needn’t think about the horrors above. Dewdrop keeps his eyes below his neck with laser-point precision, dragging claws down his chest, catching on his scars as he lets the hand reach below to dip inside. It’s been months since he’s seen the way his cunt opens up around him, accommodates those sly fingers, and clenches when he starts petting in time with the short, needy strokes on his clit.

He’s struggling to even keep his eyes open now, whiny moans escaping his lips as he pumps his fingers inside. The visuals combined with the slick sounds of his digits, it’s too much. Dewdrop’s on the edge, seconds away from his release, only accelerated by being able to see his reflection thrown back at him. Just a few more pumps and –

“Dewdrop Ghoul! What have I said about using my conditioner?!” an even smaller ghoul shouts down the corridor before barging into his room.

In his hazed brain, Dew decides it’s the glasses he wants to hide from Aurora, not his state of undress, furiously pawing them off his nose as they clatter to the ground. 

“Fuck- Rory learn to knock once in a while!” he stutters, his foot delicately trying to hide his secret beneath the bed.

“Firstly, learn to lock a door, idiot,” she mumbles in reply, unfazed by the state of the ghoul before her, “Secondly, you get off to yourself wearing glasses? Sounds freaky,” she says, winking at the fire ghoul.

“They’re my glasses? I need them to see? Just don’t wear ‘em ‘cause they look silly.”

“Ohh so you like watching yourself then? Wouldn’t have put you down for that, seems like more of Rain’s vibe.”

Aurora moves to close the distance between them. She reaches down to pick up the dusty frames, blowing chilled air over them as she places them askew on Dewdrop’s face, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Lucky for you, I love glasses,” she moans, bringing Dewdrop’s hand to cup her half hard cock, kicking as he makes contact through the skirt. Dew winces as he feels a dribble of slick leak onto the sheet below him.

She swiftly moves to his bedside, rummaging through Dew’s chest of goodies before returning with a sleek, blue suction cup dildo. Aurora sticks it squarely in front of the mirror, “Sit,” she barks.

He stares at it, standing proud against the dark floor, a shiver travelling through his spine at Aurora’s authoritative streak. He’s never seen this side of her, demanding, taking, she’s normally satisfied as a passive participant, happy to take what’s given as she basks in the pleasure. Seeing Aurora standing over him, imposing, he certainly doesn’t have to worry about lube.

Dew sinks sheepishly onto the silicone, knees bent beneath him as he moans at the renewed contact, ready for more after his near-ruined orgasm. Just looking at Aurora, still fully clothed, hand reaching beneath her skirt to pull those black panties down just enough to spring free, has him grinding on the toy.

“Did I say you could move?” she spits, saliva sticking to the lenses adorning his face.

“No ma’am,” the fire ghoul mumbles. He feels exposed, small, even beneath Aurora, the only ghoul smaller than him in every way. She just chuckles as she turns on the remote behind her back, Shit, she picked the vibrator.

He moans, distraught as his arms remain still by his side. His chest heaves and he blinks, looking at himself in the mirror, on his knees, pre running down the parts of the toy that didn’t quite fit in. Looking up he sees Aurora languidly stroking herself from root to tip, popping her hand off with a flourish each time.

She moans with each breath, the timbre drilling directly into Dew’s brain, he’s saving these sounds to repeat back next time he’s got himself alone in front of a mirror. To think about as he gets his fingers around his dick. The mental image is just as incredible; hair just grazing her shoulders, bouncing as she lolls her head back, pert nipples desperate to make themselves shown through her sheer crop top, and her thick happy trail, coarse hairs leading to the dripping cock she has in her hand.

Aurora moves between Dew and mirror, positioning herself so the fire ghoul can no longer see himself. He whines, what’s the point in wearing glasses if he’s not going to get a good look in? Alas, he continues to grind his hips as subtly as he can, clit twitching when the dildo hits the right spot. Dew stares up at Aurora, mouth agape as he breathes heavily. He goes to take her in his mouth, barely licking at the tip before the ghoulette pulls away, tutting.

“Only good boys get to suck mommy off. Good boys stay still when they’re told.”

He holds his head low, admiring Aurora’s feet, perfectly painted claws at the end of slim toes, covered in a smattering of light hair. He’ll unpack that another time.

“Head up, darling, you’re going to want to see this,” Aurora said as she gripped her cock harder now, tugging with a fiery passion, her free hand ghosting over a nipple before pinching tight as she howls, primal. With each stroke the sound of slick echoes in the room, accompanied only by the vibrator relentlessly hitting Dew’s g-spot, not quite enough to get him off but just enough to have him fighting the urge to writhe around.

Aurora bites her lip as she feels her orgasm cresting; legs struggling to support her, she grips Dew’s short horn to steady herself. The fire ghoul can’t help but double over at the pressure, those perfect hands rubbing at the base of the ivory, setting his nerves alight.

“Fuck Rory, ‘m close!” he says. Dew sucks in a breath between gritted teeth. These horns were new for the season, they’re incredibly sensitive- on par with his bottom growth- all it takes is a brush against it and he’s dripping.

“Don’t cum yet, baby, I want you to watch yourself come undone,” Aurora hurriedly mumbles between high-pitched feminine whines.

Just a few strokes later, Aurora’s cock is shooting her release right onto Dew’s glasses, milky white ropes sticking to the lenses, falling down and dripping on the fire ghoul’s red-hot face, clouding his vision as he keeps his eyes wide open in awe at the ghoulette. She milks herself dry, ensuring every last drop ends up on those frames. He looks absolutely ruined, cum trickling down his cheeks, ruby eyes hidden by the sheer amount of seed Aurora spilled, hips stuttering as he chases his release.

“Look how perfect you are for me,” she coos, letting her skirt fall down over her softening length as she moves away from the mirror, keeping a hand on the base of Dew’s horn, rubbing idly as if the ghoul attached isn’t about to explode. 

“Go on, get yourself all messy, show me how you get off when I’m not around.”

That’s all the permission Dewdrop needs to grab his dick between his thumb and forefinger before stroking with a fierce pace. His eyes drift to his reflection, it was like being inked in mario kart, still doing his best to look at the action despite being hampered by Aurora’s cum, maybe he should try this with Rain one day- get the real inky deal.

Hurried breaths follow as the ghoulette ramps up the vibrations- so intense the dildo is threatening to leave its position on the hardwood. Aurora, steadying herself on Dew’s horn, moves her foot gently up and down the inside of Dew’s thigh and it’s all too much for the fire ghoul. His orgasm punches him in the gut as his walls clench around the toy. He near-screams, hips grinding on the toy in earnest as he fucks himself through his orgasm, watching himself through the dirty lenses as his slick drips down the dildo.

Aurora dutifully tucks herself back into her panties, wetting them slightly with her slick cock, before she walks towards the door leaving Dew to clean up the both of their messes,

“You should really wear those more often, look real pretty like this.”

Dewdrop grins, maybe he will.

[hatteymcstache]

I kind of want to share some random headcanons you made me remember looking in your adorable series / blog: Mondo isn't too keen on spicy food. Like he can eat it but if he ate, let's saaaaay, Japan's Domino's Tsundere Pizza he would be chugging the milk so fast while Taka is eating more slices all happy

If Celestia and Gonta had any kids either adoptions or surrogacy or whatever, Gonta would always call his kid adorable affectionate nicknames related to big like "firefly/firebug" "beetle" and "Moth Prince/Princess"

Gundham has the best place recommendations of both vegan places to eat, but also great places of animal rescues and where to get emotional support pets and their things. Just ask him and he'll pull out an entire sheet-

AYY that's neato we got similar headcanons!!

Mondo not being into spicy food is one of my favorite headcanons, I also like the idea of him not enjoying most sushi cause yucky raw seafood hehe

ALSO THOSE ARE THE CUTEST NAMES FOR THEIR KIDS AAAAA!! ;w;

Gundham loves infodumping about vegan food and animal rescue/sanctuaries <'3

thanks for sharing!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hi ari 🤍 brought you a question. Again 😋 Which ghibli movies or characters best suit different jjk characters? Mention non ghibli anime too if u want :D include the heartbreaking film - grave of the fireflies if you have seen it. Gotta sleep bye!! Have a nice day 😁

hi toruuuu :333 thank you for the question!!! I LOVE STUDIO GHIBLI SOOOOO MUCH i actually haven’t watched grave of the fireflies tho 😭😭 i’m most familiar w the miyazaki movies but i’ll include some others for this question too !! most of these are entirely vibe-based LMAO

satoru - howl’s moving castle

do i even need to say it ???? gojo is howl. howl is gojo. they’re soooo similar and this movie in general just reminds me of him sm :(((( i think he’d love it a lot!!! the star motifs, the war, the breakfast and kindness in sophie’s found family…… howl who is so strong and out of reach. who views himself as a monster. but he finds love in so many ways and he gives love to so many people….. sob. he makes me so emotional. he’s also a pathetic loser which is very gojocoded <3333

suguru - spirited away

I HAD TO PICK IT . I HAD TO. throwback to my childhood friend!sugu and his queer awakening being haku LMAO……. i just think this movie is so unbelievably sugucoded with all the yōkai and ominous vibes…. but then also those little bits and pieces of family as a theme :3 obv he reminds me a lot of haku. with the dragon form and everything… the devotion….. think sugu would love this movie a ton and i think nanamimi would adore it. they force him to watch it all the time hehe

shoko - castle in the sky

CHOOSING ONE FOR SHOKO WAS TOUGHHH but eventually i landed here ….. this one is entirely vibe-based but. just. the plot…. the pirates and planes and high-speed chase scenes and the castle in the sky with all its advanced technology….. especially the castle. the robots!!!! the retrofuturistic style in general is soooo shoko…. and obviously the war themes but that’s kind of a given for any of miyazaki’s works. honestly i think porco rosso is very very shokocoded too but i had to give that to another one of my blorbos….. this movie just makes me feel so nostalgic and i think the themes fit shoko a ton :3

honourable mention to the ghibli lupin movie that i Have Not Seen but i just KNOW shoko would love it. trust. anything detective/phantom thief based makes me think of her

kenny - the boy and the heron / nausicaä of the valley of the wind

I COULDN’T DECIDE 💔 nausicaä was another big contender for shoko’s movie but i just think it’s too weird and freaky to give to anyone but kenny. that movie TRAUMATIZED me as a child. and i think kenny would love it. also just???? the creepy bugs????? nature vs humanity?????? those themes feel so kenny. he’d like the protag a lot i think!!

as for the boy and the heron…. it’s just Vibes. the heron reminds me of kenny!! and i think he’d love the movie a lot…. the depictions of war and the fantasy world, the blend between comedy and violence….. i just feel like there’s such a strong contrast between the bleak realism and the colourful fantasy elements. and that makes me think of kenny!!! i want to watch this movie w him so BAD bro i know his commentary would be the best 😔😔

toji - porco rosso

IT FITS HIM SO WELL. I FEEL INSANE. porco rosso is one of my Absolute Favorite ghibli movies andddd i think toji would love it / it’s just so Him!!!! porco rosso is genuinely him. a literal pig who smokes cigars and flies jet planes….. this movie is so special to me and it’s just giving toji vibes :3 the cigarettes and planes and beautiful gorgeous women…. the macho men. etcetc. but also the grief and the tender scenes….. i’ll never forget that One scene with all the planes of the people who died ascending up into the sky :(((( yeah. this movie is so good and so underrated and i think toji would love it sooooo damn bad

nobara - whisper of the heart / the cat returns

had to give my best girl the best movie <333 being whisper of the heart. but since the cat returns is connected to it and also very nobaracoded i thought i’d go with both!!!! the cat returns is just so funnnn and since nobara is a cat person i think it’s perfect for her!! i can imagine her watching it as a kid and having a crush on both the protag AND the baron lmao. she watches it for comfort now n then <33

and whisper of the heart…. my favorite ghibli movie Of All Time <333 it’s sooo nostalgic and coming-of-age as a genre is very Her. there are so many fun lovely scenes that i think noba would like :((( idk if she’d actually like romance movies bUT. shizuku’s journey with writing and growing up and finding more control in her life feels very nobara. she’s true to herself!!!! i think nobara would hateeee seiji tho rip to him 💀💀 these movies just bring me soooo much comfort and nobara does too <333

megumi - ponyo

THIS ONE IS JUST SO. yeah. the nature themes?? the sea???? the fishes?????? everything is so megumi i could see him loving this movie soso much :(((( he’s embarrassed to admit it but it’s his comfort movie. he loves the scene w the ramen…. idk the vibes here are just very gumi. again!!! the sea!!!! the sea rising to the surface!!!!!! all the underwater scenes are so vibrant and pretty….. ALSO THE ABSENT FATHERISM? yeah. megumi is ponyocoded. he loves it so much <33 watches it with yuji and nobara and feels so cozy. baby boy.

mai - kiki’s delivery service

you know i had to give this one to her <333 momo and miwa and her watch it for sure. ANOTHER one of my Absolute Favs btw and it’s just!! yeah. it’s mai. what can i say. the witches and cats and also just the whole theme of being thrust into a completely new environment??? having to adjust???? and the difficulty kiki has with that…. her eventual burnout :(((( it just reminds me a bit of mai’s life. i think she’d love to run away to a completely different country… find a place where she feels wanted and loved. sniffle. i love this girl w all my heart :(((( i like to think that her and maki watched this one as kids…. maki likes the more action-leaning ghibli movies more but she would watch it to make mai happy. i love them.

takaba - pompoko

aaaand finally!!!! a silly movie for a silly meowmeow :3 NO BUT ACTUALLY THOUGHH CAN WE PLS TALK ABOUT THIS MOVIE . I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVES IT RIGHT…. it’s just so funny and sooooo weird but also soso heartfelt and that’s takaba down to a tee!!! the japanese mythology elements made me think of kenny too….. this movie is both kenny and takaba coded i think. they’d both love it. BUT YEAH I JUST THINK THIS MOVIE IS VERY HIM…. the tanukis and their lil adventures :3 but also the spooky scenes. and the struggles they face!! when humans destroy their homes!!!! takaba would watch this movie and he would cry. sweet sweet puppy of a man.

[minecraft-fanfiction-house]

Gore' Over Minecraft

Goretober Prompts By @cartexcreationsart & Oc-tober writing prompts from kharmio_’s

The Gore over Fic, play on words of Go Over of going over something or reading{or gore all over Minecraft hehe}. Might not be completing, wich is exactly why I told myself to write atleast 200 words. But hey 1696 seems like, a fine number to be <3

The Poacher's Curse

Summeray, not as poacher oc focused <3

TW & Warning - Gutspilling - Rotting

- Character introduction

This isnt beta-read and not good pacing... but I did get to write my oc and brainstorm what a ravaged werewolf priest would look like, but their aren't that good of detailed scenes.. I mean I dont have to warn about that, I can be as bad as i want I'm only warming up to november.

but i cant help but overexplain know can I- Hah! <3 Thank you for reading, and yknow what yeah sure criticise the obvious be the beta-reader I never asked to read over before I post Haha! oh if you want, my friends are gonna hype me over my writing{Ive yapping to long on my tumblr than my ao3 notes}

Staring blankly at the stars, losing my mind, and spacing out. My neck crunches, like I was a creeper dried over the seasons.

Clutching my journal with a Ravager icon, I posture myself to clutch it with both arms and hang it over my robe. My brain slowly seeps out what I was losing my head about as I move like a statue.

Looking at the path, going away to the rotting frog spiked by an anti-herbivore branch, being eaten alive by butterflies. 

The cliff might be a nice way to catch the wind, but oh do I love the leaves, the breeze dodging trees and hitting me. My shoes clopped onto the stones that bloom from my view, my tail curling like a flame the fireflies making stary hues, the wind grazing my horns to ice, and my tusk tasting like bones with the smell of a sweet candle. 

As any teeth taste like.

I remember getting those candles from a while ago for my church. The circular granite building on the other side of the cliff sees the ocean horizon of trees. It’s a swampy mangrove, so there is a lot more ocean for the mangroves.

I clank on the steps inside the church, sliding my feet elegantly to the side of my shoe. The jewelled fireflies that go down my robe, flicker up with light. \\as if they were still alive, but hey they're appreciated. Are these taxidermy with cotton? I never asked as much as I forget.

Clopping my way in I see the stage, or one slabbed stage with a cobblestone book holder. With moss coated like glitter mold, pretty.

“Good stature nurse’s apprentice, I'm glad if you seem to get it as a habit.”

I nod with a smile and greeting.

An Evoker doctor needs some spirits to help in sickness to soothe in death. A bit like Vex nurses from those novels; A vex playing gently with a telescope from movies, and another vex holding an axe for happy amputations.

Usual mansions aren't that organized and even the evokers know just how to raid. Which would make them sound stupid, but oh well.

“Heheheha.”

“What are you laughing about?” 

“Ehehe.”

“What an answer.” Priest clapped sarcastically, clasping their hands together in their priest wear. Simple and modesty to the swamps royal purple. 

European rulers hated us. {Elizabeth}

“Well let's get to work.” Preistest chirped, “I have some task for you to help out in medical research, I told you during the Eclipse funeral festival.” 

Some people refer to it as a peekaboo festival during the day people thought the sun died, and the religion was separated in interpretations of whether necromancy was ok.

“Right” If I could remember from yesterday in church, that one thing he might've told me over the music before jazzing…

‘The life, and uniqueness from the dark abstraction that light gives. Let the firefly guide your power in your worth and uniqueness.’...‘There is peace to being hidden with the shade the sun gives us, as its creature we see in the dark that glows that guide us.’

It was a great festival, that's all I remember with all the food.

I follow down the triangular top-cut sandwich steps. With two moons I bet it can have glasses. Or would that be a werewolf and some random werefox? Are werefoxs moon or astroid adjacent, or would that be another mammal? Would it be wrong to use two cobblestone rocks as sunglasses? {with the deities of the moon in mind…}

Twirling a round to the first portrait, and some candles. I sometimes sit there in an abandoned church stairwell. But I haven't been hanging out with coffin-eyes for some time, abroad in all. Not that I lived by her place.

With each step, I hardly pass a glance at the stained glass window, but the sun rises seeping the stairs like pink blazes for the next stained window. 

We pass each one, more contrast, more cold, more warm. Nature, Sea, Deserts, Mobs in rays.

My legs hurt. If I haven't been doing this for a while- Ayooo! 

Hehe, I'm sounding like the witch Covetouss… Is that a title like the Head of a coven leader? 

We're here, lovely wood and the moist air of moss. Closed? This is the first time I've even been this far, and I've only ever seen this door from the outside.

“Come along now” The priest calls me over.

Tailing behind the priest, they seemed farther along, looking behind me I gave a small wave.

Ok, I take it back my calves are just aching.

Oh The Red Stained sun, overseeing poacher’s weapons and hunter’s weapons.

My shoe touched a small water puddle, that sticks a little to my shoes. They don't stick on the walls, but it is probably the lighting. 

I lower my head, glancing at the window. Staring at it, blankly, would I ever have to deal with one?

The door creaks open, only hear an echo of my mentor's boots with the metal shackle clanking only so quietly. We did pass the cobblestone gate fence with a lock, I didn't think I'd have to go down for more steps. 

Nor did I think how spacious it sounded, this isn't a cave, and from the outside by the stained glass… This way was invisible. 

Best be moving. I hear the slow footsteps up the stairs, It's probably the janitor with the way they usually take each of their steps and the bucket clanking with water.

The cut and clean cobblestone embedded with dirt in between the cracks of the cellar, I wonder if there’s wine.

Speed walking by the priest, I re-adjusted my book, only tailing behind the priest. Their tails swish more like water, or one of a snake.

 Why have I been smelling iron so strongly? 

I can see the end of the tunnel, outside in peace. Two rugged men crouching down to the perched horned man.

“The cold makes it burn.”

Ah, they're here because they need help adjusting to being a Graveager. Being blessed into a Graveager after a Ravager’s isn't for everyone, cause why enjoy grieving? I mean there are solemn holidays and moments. 

I’m not one to know.

Being born one might be natural, with some slight adjusting to turning into just an illager. I was too lazy to figure that out until I was convicted. {-Convention AbuDhabi in April * If you don't see a illager cardboard head(InJireiKei), I just failed <3}

I gaze lower to see their clothes; a simple light grey that contrasts his gray skin. The belt is buttoned with a skull button with crossing shovels.

A Mourge’s worker. Not an unusual pick, I guess that would make sense. I just don’t particularly know a lot of morgues workers

I look at the priest, with the sun-shaded light scruffing the opening of the gate, butterflies tasting rotting leg. shacklet up, and under a sheet of fabric.

They looked up at me, the green eyes looked dull, with dry cheeks, if only for the priest to want to see that man cry, but butterfly demons tempt one to enjoy blood.

It seems you're feeding the butterflies well. ‘They seem more like parasites now’ would be a great response… If they knew Gibberish, as some foreigners would say. 

My tail touches a stick, clanking with the metal spike at its head. I look back... Straight to the chained illager.

Their hand looks bruised, and the rope in the side of the room's open cell is scratched up and bloodied.

Harpoons are usually used for a whale modded into the ocean.

The cell, raw stone with moss eats the blood on the dirt floor.

The bony ribcage was broken, it looked like the aftermath of a falling ceiling filled with slimy bloodied worms spilled over the dust of rocks. Or at least their broken bones.

My nose has been scrunching from the smell, I don't know the spell that makes someone withstand rotting alive. You have to be a zombie for that.

And they have horns, a bitten-off tail, and tusks. Their clothes were slightly ripped and tightened around their body. Making their blood from small scratches pulse out unless it became puss. Did they fall in a thorn patch?

The priest decides to answer.

“Poachers deserve to suffer, it's a curse sometimes.” They rummage through their sleeve, “Well unless they mess with someone who curses. Then what are you going to do.”

Exp fell to the ground to my shined shoes. My shoulders flinch up dropping my book on the exp. I quickly picked it up and slid on the smooth stone back. 

The fireflies on my robe brightened, as I rubbed off the exp on my robe. Holding the book on my side.

This was a little more terrifying and better than letting foreign doctors and archeologists have our ancestor's bones to keep.

The priest got out a small journal. Pulling their sleeves string, closing it back again with water books that don't seem to poke out. Comfortable sleeves that seemed cushion thats for sure.

It hurts a little, that I still hear panting. The breathy and tired voice easily reached the small enclosed space. If I were a priest, I’d never have the control to use an undying totem for torture, if only the Evokers worry that they'd be a slightly different person.

“So Ghost Nurse, could you remove the stomach guts thing”

… I looked around, and just placed my book by the harpoon.

I yanked the organs, It was so warm.

“...I feel like the witch would've told you even basic of wearing a glo- I'll get the gloves,”

The priest sighed, and left to get it for me, I think. I don’t trust my assumptions. On what they said, forgetting it like a mist spritz in the nether.

Staring blankly, cracking the top back of my neck to the cellmate… The groaning sound not coming from this poacher.

 I continue to lay out the guts. It's so much more squashed inside a person. Through the iron bars, I saw The morgue worker clutching their stomach.

-1696 Words {it did change depending on wich fanfiction site I used}

It was supposed to be more than 200... Not more than 1222!Idk how I did this over one day of school, but I kept on placing pacing scenes. I had more fun when we reached into the tunnels.So for my own critique of not being able to do well using an oc introduction prompt. I should've started passing by the red stained glass, and gutspill scene... and organized the guts n all. They are an oc that came out of a cosplay in an illager head with jerai kei dress i just adore {the robe one sold out so cute skirt it is}

… Is it bad i wanna ship the gravedigger with the poacher as long as I give the poacher some complex sad story? XD

Honestly, when writing the mourge worker I thought. What if they were connected, in some way? And the dudes got some soul-connected thing with him, they both might've died and the undying totem was used at the same time. HAh!  You can you have your own interpretations <3

Trick Or Treat

{: Which chapters are delightful or wich are dreadful:}

Bitten candy

Frozen music

Or bloodspill-filled pie

The blood might be dirty from being scooped out of the ground

{Warning: Titles may be misleading and arnt promised}

[puppyboy-thoughts]

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Hi (UwU)

I’m just a dumb little puppy boy

You wanna be my master? (*wags tail*)

I promise I’ll be a good boy for you

(*blushes*)

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About me:

Just call me Puppie (*gives kith*)

I’m 20 (not in puppy years hehe)

Demiboy (they/he) puppyboy looking for a master

Very submissive (~w~)

Mostly into men, but I don’t mind a mommy master either (///w///)

I looooove being called a good boy (>w<)

I do dumb puppy roleplays and other cute things like that

I use the tag #/dumb puppy for all posts, #/puppie’s treats for my asks/mail, and #/puppie’s posts for my posts (:p)

I post silly puppy content

This is a sideblog so if I don’t follow you back don’t get mad (;w;)

No minors please (<3)

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Limits: scat/piss, b3stiality, forced femininity, bullying, actually being mean, feet stuff, feedism, raceplay, etc

I’m okay with everything except for my limits (<3)

I’m okay with being referred to with both male and female terms, though I prefer the female terms to be more degrading and the masculine terms to be more praise-oriented

Asks and DMs are always open!

Please interact if you’re pro-lgbtq+, into petplay/kink, a fellow puppy/animal, or just curious!

Do not interact if you’re against kink, anti-lgbtq+, anti-trans, a terf, racist, ageless (no age on blog or in bio), a minor, or ableist

I am very neurodivergent, so please be aware I may take a while to respond and I may be actually dumb at times (;~;)

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

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