#ghost talks🩹

[ghostyram]

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I'm Glatt/c!Schlatt introject from @auroras-patch system

I decided to make my personal blog, idk why. But I'm hoping to front more often, so maybe I'll be doing stuff here

Feel free to dm me or send questions, just don't be a dick and don't do any /r stuff. Exept for that, i don't mind any doubles or anything like that

[quinnysnursery]

could you write something with reader and cg!Matt where she has accidentally hurt herself (broken bone or something) and it triggers her (abusive household filled with times she has broken bones in the past) to regress to an age of around 2 or 3 and she's terrified to regress while at the hospital and then eventually she's still regressed while Matt takes her home and then maybe its just super fluffy and cute and with lots of physical touch and nicknames?

[🩹] sticks and stones can break my bones, but you would never hurt me | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : cg!matt sturniolo x fem!little!reader

summary : an unfortunate incident leaves you and your caregiver struggling with the ghosts of your past

warning/extra tid-bits : ANGST FOLLOWED BY FLUFF, injuries, blood, stitches, talk of abusive/neglectful childhood, hospital trips, matt and y/n are dating outside of regression- this does not make age regression nsfw, ptsd, i think that's all!! plz let me know if there is anymore!!

word count : 1,979 + not proofread

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (line from @mikeykuns)

a/n : kinda strayed from the request just a bit but i hope you still enjoy it :)

Matt cursed under his breath as he slammed his foot on the gas- much too full of adrenaline to care about traffic laws. 

Your cries and sniffles echoed throughout the car, your shoulders racking as you attempted to muffle your cries.

He’d been preoccupied on something that, in hindsight, was not important at all. Blissfully unaware of his little’s attempt to cut an apple in the kitchen. He felt absolutely terrible- like he was the scum of all caregivers. 

Beside him in the passenger seat, you were trying to focus on keeping the dish cloth wrapped tightly around your bleeding hand. Your caregiver was talking, but you couldn’t hear him- flashbacks of your childhood had already wrapped around your brain, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.

Your childhood was far from a happy one; filled with constant yelling, crying and on occasion, injuries. 

It wasn’t rare that your younger self got into something you shouldn’t- whether that be by climbing a tree to escape your screaming parents or accidentally burning yourself while attempting to make dinner for you and your younger siblings.

It was safe to say you’d had your fair share of hospital visits in your youth. It’d been years since you had to be driven to the emergency room, it wasn’t really something you, or anyone, enjoyed.

Now though, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Matt’s van with a blood-stained dishcloth wrapped tightly around your hand. You’d asked Matt to slice up an apple, but he’d responded with a simple “in a moment.”

To anybody else, it would’ve been easy to wait but you had been regressed in the moment and it was not easy to wait. Nor did your regressed-self believe it would be a “moment”. Your parents had always said they’d cook dinner, “in a moment”- only to fall asleep and leave you and your siblings hungry.

The injury occurred when you, in the haze of littlespace, had decided you could slice your own apple. The pulsing pain in your hand tauntingly reminded you that you could not.

God, you were such an idiot. You knew Matt was better than your parents, that’s the whole reason you entrusted him with the responsibility of being your caregiver. If you had just listened, you wouldn’t be in this position right now. 

You still couldn’t process what Matt was saying, but in the midst of trauma-response plagued thoughts; you spoke. 

“I’m sorry, I…I don’t even know what I was thinking.” You stammered, voice hoarse from crying. Matt furrowed his brows as he exited the freeway, turning to face you for a split second.

“What?” He asked, baffled at the fact you were sorry. He was sorry! He was the one who’d neglected his responsibilities as a caregiver for some stupid social media thing.

“I’m sorry. I…I know it was…it was a stupid thing to do.” You admitted, fresh hot tears burning your eyes- the sensory only adds to the stinging pain from the injury on your hand. 

Matt couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He hadn’t just met you yesterday, of course he knew of your past and the habits you still carried from your trauma- but it had been months since you apologized for something that was so blatantly not your fault.

“Sweetheart, I’m not mad.” Matt said, his words continuing to fall on deaf ears. 

The brunette man didn’t have much time to continue to reassure you, as he’d just pulled into the nearest parking spot he could in front of the emergency room.

Matt jumped out of the van, rushing over to your side door and helping you out. His heart broke at how lifeless you appeared. There were no small smiles, no commenting on the flowers planted outside the emergency room- nothing.

Just you, shuffling beside Matt trying to make yourself as quiet as possible.

It broke him that he’d caused this for you. If he’d simply held off on trying to find photos for Nick’s stupid photo dump, you’d be happily at home munching away on your apple slices.

“Sir?” The receptionist asked, snapping Matt out of his self-pitying thoughts. “She uhm- she…she needs stitches.” Matt explained, motioning to the dish towel he’d panicky-wrapped around your hand before rushing you into the car.

The receptionist nodded diligently, asking for your name and Matt’s relation to you. 

“Y/n L/n…and he’s my boyfriend.” You spoke up, earning another nod. Matt anxiously looked around, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

“You two can follow Nurse Buckley to an exam room,” The receptionist pointed to a female nurse dressed in sage-green scrubs, smiling toothily at the couple.

“C’mon sweetheart, we’ll get you stitched up in no time.” Nurse Buckley promised, leading you two to a secluded exam room- Matt helped you onto the uncomfortable bed, you mumbled out a “thanks”.

You weren’t mad at him, not at all. It had been your own stupid decision to attempt welding a knife while regressed, not Matt’s. You didn’t really understand why you felt so…small.

Not in the regression way though, you wouldn’t dare regress in a hospital- terrified of what your little-self would think. 

You felt small in a completely different sense, like your words carried little weight on the world. Despite Nurse Buckley and Matt being in the room with you, you felt shunned away from everyone.

It was then that it dawned on you, you’d triggered some sort of PTSD haze. A trauma response.

Sadly, the realization didn’t fix it- it only made you feel deeper shame. 

“Y/n?” Nurse Buckley called out, grasping your attention. “D’you feel okay hun? You don’t appear to have lost too much blood but if you feel dizzy-” 

You shook your head, “I don’t like hospitals.” You told the nurse, earning an understanding nod. “I understand.” Nurse Buckley looked towards Matt before meeting your eyes once again, “If you want your boyfriend to sit with you on the bed, I won’t tell.” She smiled cheekily.

You flashed her a small inauthentic smile. Matt noticed- the nurse didn’t.

“I’ll be right back, need to grab gloves.” Nurse Buckley told Matt, who nodded.

After the nurse left the room, Matt went straight back to apologizing.

“Hey…baby, look at me.” Matt cooed, carefully sitting in front of you on the stiff hospital bed. Your eyes shot up to meet Matt’s, you hated that.

That wasn’t how you behaved around Matt. With Matt you were playful and softhearted- right now, your stupid brain was forcing you to act like a scared child.

“Can you take a breath for me? You’re shaking.” The brunette boy’s voice was soft as silk as he brushed his fingertips against your tear-stained cheek. Those words broke the dam. 

Your face wrinkled up as you began crying once more, painful memories playing on repeat in the back of your mind. 

Matt’s heart broke for you, “Oh sweetheart…can I hug you?” He asked, you nodded quickly- wanting nothing more than for this awful haze to go away. As soon as permission was given, Matt’s arms wrapped around you tightly- careful to avoid your injured hand.

Your caregiver shushed you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I know, this must be so scary for you- right?” Matt cooed, you nodded into his neck. 

The fact your brain had decided to cope with a scary-situation in an unhealthy way combined with Matt’s soothing touch and voice, you felt a familiar safe, fuzzy, headspace lingering near. 

No.

You couldn’t regress. Not in a hospital. Maybe you would consider it if your littlespace wasn’t as young as it was- but sadly, that wasn’t the case.

Matt had been your caregiver for the better half of a year and in that year, he’d come to recognize the signs of an upcoming regression. The way you melted into a hug like a small child would, how you hid your face deeper into the crook of his neck- trying to bury yourself into his skin. 

“Feelin’ tiny?” Matt asked, lowering his already soft voice. You shook your head, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t. Matt frowned, pulling away from the hug and gently lifting your chin to make your eyes meet his.

“Sweetheart…what’s goin’ on? It’s okay to be tiny, I’ll keep you safe.” Your carer cooed, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your cheek. You whined, feeling the fuzziness grow over your mind more. 

“Alright! Let’s get you sewn up and on your way!” Nurse Buckley’s words washed a whole new wave of anxiety over you.

The stitches were not a fun experience. Even if Nurse Buckley had given you a local anesthetic, just the thought of a needle going in and out your skin was enough to make you bury your face into Matt’s sweater. 

Now though, you were both home with strict instructions to “take it easy”. 

And take it easy you would, because you were currently sitting atop the couch- various fluffy blankets surrounding you as Gravity Falls played on the television. 

You smiled gently- feeling much better than you had earlier- as Matt came back to the living room, a small pink bowl full of apple slices. Your heart warmed as the sight, eyes watering with love.

“Hey…what’s going on?” Matt asked, quickly setting the small bowl onto the coffee table and crouching in front of you. You shook your head, wiping your eyes with your uninjured hand. Matt frowned softly, still feeling guilty from the incidents that took place earlier in the day.

“Do you not want apples anymore? I…I can get you something else? Or, order something?” Matt offered frantically, causing you to shake your head once again. “No…Matt this is…you’re so sweet.” Your voice broke as you launch yourself into your carer’s arms, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

Matt sat in shock for a moment before latching onto you, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head. 

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve cut up the apple when you asked.” Matt said, ashamed of his actions. You furrow your brows, pulling away from the hug- “What? No, I’m sorry. It…it was a stupid decision.” You said, ashamed of your actions.

Matt’s brows mimicked yours, knitting together in confusion. “No. I’m…I’m your caregiver, I’m supposed to look after you and I failed that. I’m sorry.” Matt explained firmly.

You smiled at your caregiver, feeling the scared little girl inside of you heal.

Matt pulled you back into a hug, running a reassuring hand up and down your back. You felt the familiar fuzzy feeling from earlier return, but this time- you were more than happy to welcome it, especially after this stressful day.

Matt realized this instantly, his smile growing. “C’mon sweet girl, I think this show is too big for you.” The brunette cooed, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table and finding a much more age appropriate cartoon for you. 

You hummed excitedly, resting against your caregiver’s chest- eyes heavy with sleep. 

Matt hummed along to the theme-song of the cartoon, earning soft giggles from you. The two of you sat tangled together, a pile of fluffy blankets keeping both of you cozy, warm and safe.

You whined softly, rubbing your tired eyes with a balled fist. Matt cooed softly, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head- pulling you closer. 

“How’s your hand feeling?” Matt asked, earning a soft shrug from you. You lifted up your hand, pout on your lips.

“Dada ‘ss it.” You murmured, giving your caregiver your award-winning puppy dog eyes. Matt’s lips curled upwards at your words, pressing a gentle kiss to your hand- hoping his caregiver-magic would help the wound heal faster.

“I’m really sorry sweet girl,” Matt apologized for a final time. You thought for a moment before snuggling further into Matt’s chest, “...’s okay. Still’da best dada ever.” You smiled.

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[lit3rallyll0yd]

Haii! :D may i please request chuuya, dazai and any characters of your choice; with an s/o who is super quiet and socially awkward unless they’re alone?

Like, they barely say anything in public or when there’s other people around, but when they are alone with their partner they are very talkative and open,

๋࣭ ⭑ socially awkward. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: headcanons

warnings: lowercase writing

characters: dazai and chuuya

๋࣭ ⭑ dazai osamu 🩹

doesn't try to get you to open up to others

however, that doesn't mean he won't tease you about being like this.

he realized this as you two were talking alone, until the rest of the agency walked by and you suddenly went quiet. others kinds butted in on your guys conversation.

he didn't mention it to you, but he had it on his mind for a while.

real quick he realized you were socially awkward...and thats okay!

he actually loves how open you are with him and that your comfortable to talking to him.

when your in big crowds you tend to stay close to him.

teases you and calls you, "lost puppy trying to find its master"

you had a blush on your face everytime you were in the same room with him for the past four days...

if anyone else were to get to close to you face, or to try and force you to talk, he's stepping in and dragging you away from the drama.

you both have your own inside jokes because of how much you talk to him, leaving others in utter confusion.

"what if i talk to them with you? would that help?"

no matter what you said, he's willing to hep<3

ends with you kinda hiding into his jacket, or straight up leaving without him noticeing...

lets be real, he notices but doesn't have enough energy to run after you, so he strikes up a conversation with said person.

in the end, he finds you in the room...writing, reading, watching tv, whatever you may be doing- dazai kisses your forhead and praises you from trying you best...although, he kinda was just trying to make you feel better

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya nakahara 🍷

noticed how quiet you get when others are around you almost instantly, which made him question how you got into the port mafia in the first place

you must'v sparked someone's eye...because damn your shy!

to his surprise, you confess your love to him first, which wasn't a surprise you were barely trying to hide it.

hiding your face around him, running away, or straight up ghosting him.

when you started to tak to him more..more laugh, to joke, to yell with him more..it made him feel like you two had something special.

however, i feel like he would 100% try to help you speak more around other people.

no matter how much you try to run away from others, he is stubborn and won't stop...

if you get too overwhelmed and panicked when he keeps doing this, he will stop.

last thing he wants is to make you mute around him, or worse...leave him.

which, can we be honest, will you ever?

if you don't really feel upset when he does this, he will literally lock you in a room with two people, lets say these two people would be tachihara and gin.

you were just...silent.

you didn't even say hi, you were kinda shaken...they tried to strike up conversations with you, but you ended up running away.

"Y/N- ug- BABE! I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU- DON'T YOU DARE LOCK YOURSELF IN THE BATHROOM- uuuuuugg- you're lucky i love you-"

dude can easily just use his gravity to open the door, but he thinks its best for you to let yourself out when your ready.

throw's people into space if they think they can force you to talk by grabbing you, hitting you, or yelling at you.

they've had a death wish.

he's willing to be patient with you, as long as you don't give up so easily.

man, i guess he would lose patience with me reeeeal quick- LOL

[lostidiot24]

Hi! *

First off loved dog days are over, is it OK to recuest a part 2? 0 ++++

Thanks, so my keypad is misbehaving.

Hi!!! I’m so happy that you liked it😭 and of course! I really liked the idea I had for this story and I’m glad other people enjoyed it.

🪽Mary on a Cross🩹

Batfamily x Gender Neutral!sibling!Reader

Part 1: Dog Days Are Over

Song: Mary on a Cross by Ghost

Summary: After being rescued by Dick, your life has been anything but normal. Being a vigilante has its own unique risks but this incident has made your family very aware. Turns out, seeing your family member half dead can make you question your life choices.

TW: Burns maybe? None?? If there is any then please tell me!

(This took me a while to write cause my brain decided to stop imagining for once in its life but I hope you like this part😁)

/——/——/——/——/——/——/——/——/——/

Your senses came back very slowly. You could feel your hand twitch before the sounds of people talking over each other invaded your ears. A gentle but scarred hand clasped yours in a tender manner before your mind cleared. With a jolt, you sat up frantically and shook in slight fear. Your eyes opened and quickly shut from the bright lights. Your family was worried even more when your eyes showing no sign that you recognized them. Your body had many weird reactions to things and one was fainting out of fear, so that’s what you did.

Silence surrounded the cot you laid on as your family stared at your unconscious body.

“At least they’re not scared anymore…?” Steph shrugged with a nervous smile as she grabbed the hand that Jason wasn’t holding. He glared at her before looking back down on your body with a worried gaze.

“They’re fine. They were out of it when Dick picked them up so they probably don’t know where they are.” Tim walked through the doors of the med bay and sat down on a chair near the cot. “We got them stabilized so now we just have to wait.”

/——/——/——/——/——/——/——/——/——/

When you woke up, it was peaceful. Your body swayed gently with a gasp as your eyes widened at the sight before you. Everyone was asleep. Tim was asleep on the spinning chair while everyone else either slept on a cot or on the chairs for people visiting. Bruce and Alfred weren’t in the room with you and you guessed that was because it was the day already. Based on the clock on the desk, it was 11:17 am. With a wobble, you stood up off the cot and tiptoed into the cave.

When you left the med bay fully, you looked down and saw that you were in some pajamas that looked like yours. With fear in your eyes, you checked and was relieved to see that they didn’t take off your vigilante suit. While yes, your wounds needed to be treated, you were glad that they respected your privacy. They treated the ones that could be seen from outside the suit but you guessed that there probably wasn’t any under anyway. You carefully tiptoed up to your room after you walked out of the cave and up the stairs. When you got where to your room, you changed into different pajamas and assessed the damage fully. Burns rose up your back and crawled over your shoulders and around your thighs.

How can I not feel them?

The clock on your bedside table glowed slightly as the numbers and the date lit up. It’s been a week?! Questions swirled in your head but you settled upon the theory that they put a lot of pain relief in your blood. A knock sounded at your door and you quickly put your shirt back down before opening it. It was Dick.

“[Name]! I was so worried when you weren’t in the med bay!” He quickly walked towards you and wrapped quivering arms around your body. The ache of pain ran through your back when his arms pushed upon the burns. Dick quickly realized his mistake and pushed away from you. “Oh sorry, forgot about that… oh and B wants to talk to you.” The mention of your adoptive father created a cold environment in your room. He wasn’t a terrible father! He just had too many kids to keep track of, or that’s what you tell yourself.

“[Name]?”

“Oh sorry Dick, I was lost in my thoughts but I’ll be down in a minute.” He gave you a warm and nervous smile while her turned away, walking down the stairs. You stood in your thought for a valid amount of time until you pushed past your door and started your trek into the unknown ground of Bruce’s emotions.

/——/——/——/——/——/——/——/——/——

A/N: I’m definitely gonna make another part that has some angst/comfort from my favorite brother Jason🤩 but for now I’m gonna leave it here and give my mind a break lol

[its-ares]

— Dancing with your ghost

Male Reader, sad

You sit on your bed and cry, you hold a gray shirt in your hand - Monty's shirt, he forgot it at your place. You smell the shirt, it still smells like Monty but unfortunately not as strong as at the beginning. You turn your head to the left, the first scene plays out in front of your eyes.

You and Monty are sitting on the floor in your room together and laughing at nonsense. It was dark in the room, only some light shone through the curtains. With you, Monty could switch off and didn't have to pretend. With you, he was safe. Monty leaned over and kissed you. One kiss from many to follow.

You smile at the memory, the evening had been beautiful. It was the first evening that Monty asked if he could stay.

𑁤🫀🩹🥀❤️‍🩹

The next memory played before your eyes, tears are now streaming down your cheeks and your chest ached at the memory.

You and Monty were laying on your bed, both of you lying on your back staring at the ceiling. Neither of you have said anything for several minutes, you just listen to the storm. Monty turned his head towards you, wanting to say something but struggling with himself. You smile at him encouragingly and fold your hands. After a few minutes you hear Monty whisper something.

"I love you". The first dear confession of many that will follow.

𑁤🫀🩹🥀❤️‍🩹

You sob and hug Monty's shirt to your chest, the following memory burned into your mind and heart.

You and Monty were eating out from Evergreen. You both had a great time and were just in a good mood. Monty had changed in the last few months, you two went out a lot and he didn't care if he was seen or not.

When you came out of the restaurant, there was a live band playing not far away and Monty quickly pulled you behind him. On the way to the park where the band was playing, you laugh because Monty was in such a hurry.

Lots of people danced to the music and Monty held out his hand to you.

"May I ask?" he asked gentlemanly and you giggle.

You grab his hand and you dance tightly embraced. The band played a quiet song and while you dance you talk quietly and make plans for the future. After the music has died down, you kiss passionately.

It was the last time you saw Monty alive.

𑁤🫀🩹🥀❤️‍🩹

So many memories of your time together are flashing before your eyes. You smile sadly, next to your bed was a framed picture of the two of you. You and Monty are grinning broadly for the camera, a few tears dripping onto the picture.

"I miss you so much," you whisper into emptiness and continue to stare at the picture.

"I miss you too," Monty said and you look up, startled.

Monty stood in front of your bed in his purple flannel shirt and smiled softly. You exhale shakily and Monty held out his hand. You stand up, knees shaking, and carefully grasp it. His hand was warm.

Monty pulled you into his body and started dancing with you."I don't know what to say," you say, sounding slightly overwhelmed. You stand in your room and dance with your dead boyfriend.

"You don't have to say anything, just enjoy the moment," Monty said, smiling. You return his smile and rest your head on his shoulder. After a while, Monty pulled away from you and gently cupped your cheeks.

"I know you miss me and believe me, I miss you just as much. But you gotta start living your life again, you can't hang on to me forever. You have to keep living M/N, promise me that,” Monty said, looking deep into your eyes.

Tears glittered in your eyes. „But I love you," you whisper in a tear-choked voice. "I love you too," Monty replied kissing you softly.

As you separate, Monty takes a few steps back. He smiles. "Live your life baby, I'm always with you," Monty said, pointing to his heart.

You nod and wave Monty goodbye, a smile on your lips despite the pain.

[honeycomb-hotel]

︵⠀WILBUR SOOT SYS ALTER PACK .

⠀request @asongoncesung // posted by mod ender . (so much fun!! request more dsmp sys packs!!)

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; names – wilbur, wil

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; age – 27

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; pronouns – he / they / song / pixel

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; gender – masc-aligned, headphojoyic, masctunegender, virualors, minecraftgender, creeperplushic

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; orientation – bisexual, fem pref

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; transID – minecraft, applejuicebloodic, permacomfort, permaflirt

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; paraphilias – 🐊, 🩹, 💧, ❣️, 🎭 (🐊 is a coincidence. i forgot biting had anything to do w/ the situation)

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; species – human

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; roles – host + identifies w/ body

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; source – wilbur soot ; youtube

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; personality – witty and dry sense of humor, often sarcastic and clever. creative and imaginative, has very unique and artistic ideas. introspective and thoughtful, especially when talking to others or writing music. personable and engaging, enjoys talking/connecting with others in any way.

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; names – revivebur, rev, bur

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; age – 40

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; pronouns – he / kill / fire / bomb / death

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; gender – masc-aligned, bloodaesic, fvcklexic, knifegender, skelglovegender, explosivegender, chaosgender, boyrevived

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; orientation – gay / mlm

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; transID – permah0rny, fangs, permadissociated, obsession, permarude

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; paraphilias – 🐊, 🩹, 🦴, 👊, 💐, 💤, 👀, 🛐

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; species – revived human

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; roles – avenger, black sheep, confronter

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; source – c!revivebur ; dream smp

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; personality – complex and dark personality, manipulative and cunning. very intelligent and strategic thinking when it comes to achieving goals or ideas. deeply haunted by past actions in source, often immersed in self-reflection & thoughts. very persuasive and influential when interacting with others.

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; names – ghostbur, ghost, blue

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; age – 23

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; pronouns – he / they / blue / sheep / cry / scream

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; gender – masc-aligned, nocstuffic, gloomgender, shesleepic, voidthing, nightbodiment

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; orientation – asexual biromantic

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; transID – permapity, permavictim, innocence, stalker, kidnapped

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; paraphilias – 💥, 🩹, 🩸, 🌙, ❄️, 💤, 🪜, 💧, 🧹

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; species – ghost human

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; roles – sadness holder, depression holder, trauma holder

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; source – c!ghostbur ; dream smp

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; personality – innocent and childlike demeanor. gentle-hearted, often naive, and sees the world with a sense of wonder and curiosity. tends to be optimistic and trusting, finds joy in simple things and expressing genuine kindness towards others. displays a deep longing for friendship and connection, seeking to forge meaningful bonds with those around him.

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; names – wilbur, wil

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; age – 25

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; pronouns – he / they / gold / fox / strum

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; gender – masc-aligned, autumngender, maplecute, eepyfoxic, cakemcgender, cookimcgender

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; orientation – aroace

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; transID – none.. cant think of any

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; paraphilias – 🎵, ✋, 📸, 😮💨, 💤, 😨

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; species – human

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; roles – soother, caregiver

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; source – q!wilbur ; qsmp

︵⠀ᡣ𐭩 ; personality –loves to explore new things, keen sense of curiosity. approaches all situations with optimism and a lighthearted demeanor, often finding humor in unexpected places. adventurous spirit and strong ability to adapt to new environments or challenges with a positive attitude. values friendship and trust, easily giving advice to others.

[arrayoflightarchives]

Array of Light Archives Intro

We are the Array of Light Archives! A very silly system that mostly just shit posts but we can occasionally be v funny and/or relatable if that's ur cup of tea :3

Pls feel free to read more, there will be an general info section and then more detailed information past the cut

It will probably be a lot as we ramble but there are key points highlighted in pink

General Info

-–— System Name: Array of Light Archives

-–— Collective Name: Kris or (sometimes) Array

-–— Collective Prns: He/Him

-–— Collective Identity: Trans = Bi = Aspec

-–— Body Age: 18

-–— Collective Interests: Bears in Trees ¦ Haikyuu, Sasaki to Miyano + other anime/manga ¦ Crochet ¦ Good Omens ¦ Bujo ¦ Marauders ¦ + a number of other things

Boundaries

DNI

General dni of bigotry, pro-ship, maps etc -> bigorty I'm meaning homophobia, transphobia, ablesim etc - basic dni shit

Endos + Pro-endo (mostly alright with endo-neutral, but more comfortable w/ those leaning more towards anti)

NSFW blogs

Fake claimers

Antis (anti things like xenogenders, neopronouns, furries, therians, alter humans and other kin etc, if ur anti those things dni)

Radqueers and Trans-ID

Syscourse specific blogs

Pro-Isreal stance

Other Boundaries

We don't mind some discussion of syscourse but that's not what the blog is abt so pls don't bring it too much here

Not mdni but just, we are legally an adult so pls try not to interact too much (one of interactions are fine) if ur under the age of 14/15 cause it feels weird to us sorry

We are traumagenic + mentally ill and therefore have triggers. We won't share them but if smt does trigger us, then it will be deleted sorry

Although we're a v punk collective, pls try not too bring extreme politics here

Pls don't dm us unless ur a mutual or have asked and we have given permission to dm before hand :3

Any questions abt dni/boundaries then feel free to drop an ask!!

Other Sys Info

We are a traumagenic OSDD system who have varying degrees of amnesia

We are autistic and adhd and have a history of associated mental health issues

We also have OCD and Emetophobia although that won't come up much

We are brainmade heavy although we still have many fictives from a variety of different sources

Feel free to ask any questions about the system or alters just know we might not want to answer - but most of the time we love talking about our system

Blog Info

General

We are neurodivergent so we will probably post abt that alongside our other stuff

This blog is probably abt half fandom posting, about 40% system posting and the last 10% is live logging or other shit like thoughts + opinions

Although that could honestly just change depending on frequent fronters

Carrd: (it's got some details but most of it is on here anyways but go have a look if you want)

Sideblogs

This will probably continue to grow -> they're all just alters personal blogs

@its-krisscross-applesauce -> 🐝

@omi-omi-says -> 🍙

@indis-vines -> 🌿

@rhye-bread -> 💯

Alter Info

@torii-ii -> 🖥️

@seb-lowe-loml -> 🌀

Hosts:

¦ Omi - He/Him - 23 - host and (angry) protector - sign off: 🍙

¦ Kris - He/Him - 17 - co-host and online social mask - sign off: 🐝

Other blog frequents:

¦ Kristian - He/Him - 38-40 - protector - sign off: 🐻

¦ Indi - She/They - 28 - caretaker - sign off: 🌿

¦ Rhyland - Xe/Fae/He/They - 16 - Symptom Holder - sign off: 💯

¦ Daisy - They/She - 16 - Social caretaker - sign off: 🌼

¦ Angel - Angel/Any - ageless - Gatekeeper - sign off: 🪐

¦ Dylan - He/Him - 17/18 - Protector + Academic - sign off: 🌀

Other sign offs you might see:

❓-> blurry or unsure of who's fronting

🩷 -> Liz || 🐜 -> Daniel || 🪨 -> Kiri || 🏐 -> Kenma || 🍊 -> Caiden || 🌱 -> Charlie || 📖 -> Elise || 🩹 -> Ghost || 📎 -> Alec || 🍷-> Mara || 🖥️ -> Tori

There are more people in our system and they will be added if they post anything but for now this is the list

If they have or make intro posts, they will be hyperlinked to their names so feel free to check them out but those will only happen if they decide to make one

We also have quite a few littles and they most likely will not be on here unless it is deemed okay by their protector

[jongnorp]

ASKBOX MEME 01: DEVELOPMENT!

Hello, citizens of JONGNORP! Here we present to you our first ever askbox meme! We thought it would be a great idea to toss one on the dash to get everyone into the heads, hearts, and souls of their muses, especially before we launch any events (which are coming soon... 👀)! Anyone who wishes to partake in this meme, please reblog this post and ensure your ask-boxes are open! Please tag all responses with JONGNO:MEME, as well. Thank you! Instructions: send one (or multiple) of the emojis to a participant and they have to respond truthfully from the POV of whichever muse the question is directed to. Oh, and please remember to have fun! 🥰

💭 THOUGHT BUBBLE: What is your muses MBTI, zodiac (their sun, moon, rising, etc.), any other personality things, and how does each describe, align with, or contradict their personality?

🩹 BANDAID: Does your muse have any physical or mental disabilities, or illnesses? Do the people around them know about this? How does it affect their everyday life and relationships? How do they feel about it?

❓QUESTION MARK: What are three interesting facts about your muse? Who knows about these things? Are they positive/negative/neutral things to your muse?

🌈 RAINBOW: What is your muse's sexual and/or romantic orientation? Who knows about it? How do they feel about it? Have they always known, or did it take time to figure out?

❤️ RED HEART: Is your muse in a relationship right now? If they are, how is it going? How did they get together? How long have they been together? If not, do they want to be in one? Do they have a crush, or any interest in finding romance? Have they ever been in a relationship? For both, what are their relationship hopes for the future?

💚 GREEN HEART: Tell us about your muses family. What is/was their relationship with their parents like? Do they have siblings? If so, are they close? Do they want to change their familial relationships in any way?

🖤 BLACK HEART: Has your muse ever had their heart broken, or broken someone else's heart? Either romantically, or platonically.

😍 HEART EYES: What is the one thing your muse wants the most in the world? Who knows about it? What lengths would they go to to get/achieve it?

🗑️ TRASH CAN: What is your muses greatest failure so far in their life? How did it affect them? Who knows about it? What, if anything, do they do to prevent repeating it? Have they been able to move past it, or do they linger on it?

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL: what does your muse want their future to look like? what are their hopes and dreams? do they talk about them openly, or not? are they taking steps to achieve the things they want? are they aware of all the things they want?

👻 GHOST: What things does your muse hide? Things they've done, do, or think. Why do they hide it? Does anyone know about it?

🌙 NIGHT: What keeps your muse up at night, if anything? Do they have nightmares? Things they worry about, or overthink? If they can't sleep, what do they do in those early morning hours? If nothing keeps them up, do they dream a lot, or have dreamless sleeps? Are they a heavy or light sleepers?

🩸 BLOOD: What was the worst pain your muse has ever felt emotionally, or physically? Do they have a high or low physical pain tolerance? How did they end up feeling this pain? How did they deal with it?

[drc00l4tt4]

🤖 m3lv1nb0rg Follow

Fun Fact: The average person would walk past a murderer ~36 times in their lifetime.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

I like how this is called a "fun" fact.

☕ the-muffin-man Follow

It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you. ♡

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I doth extend mine hand akin to a mob boss, granting thee leave to kiss yon ring. Yet, as thou draw'st nigh, thou shalt discern 'tis none other than a glowing spider ring, won in the arcade's games of chance.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

* pretends to kiss it but i eat the spider very discreetly but you notice anyway because my mouth is glowing from the inside *

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Thou disrespect me.. Thou hath devoured mine eerie spider ring, purchased at the cost of fifty tickets from the Funtime Arcade and Pizzeria.. Squire, smite him with the sticky hand

🩹 surviving-thriving Follow

What are the healthiest teas?

🎭 sneed-n-cog Follow

Honesty, Integrity, and Loyalty. - S

🩹 surviving-thriving Follow

Can you all ever just give a normal answer

🐎 yee-haw Follow

You : * eats 100 ears of corn in 2 hours * I am the corn king! I cannot be outcorned!

Me : * eats 101 ears of corn in 10 minutes * Just another day in th'corn fields

⭐ sunshine-lollipops Follow

What?

🐎 yee-haw Follow

I dunno. I woke up at 6am, wrote this, then went back t'sleep.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

Romeo, Romeo

Where the fuck is you, Romeo

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

FIE upon thee! The original line in Romeo and Juliet doth read, 'Wherefore art thou,' and mayhap, were thou to cease thy presumptuousness, thou wouldst know that 'wherefore' doth NOT, IN ANY FUCKING MANNER, SIGNIFY 'WHERE.' 'WHEREFORE' DOTH SIGNIFY 'WHY.'

SHE DOTH INQUIRE WHY HIS NAME IS ROMEO. CURSE ALL OF YOU! CURSE ALL OF YOU VIGOROUSLY! I DO HOLD SHAKESPEARE IN THE UTMOST OF SERIOUS REGARD!

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

Romeo, Romeo

Why the fuck is you, Romeo

🍎 sunshine-princie Follow

Gonna go stand in a creek, do you guys need anything?

📰 tired-principal Follow

#Yeah I need you to find a leaf #and gently set it in the water #and watch it solemnly as it floats away

🍎 sunshine-princie Follow

Finally. A reasonable request.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Hell? Empty. All the devils? Here.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Oh by the damn'd, this jest was not of the ribald "dick? out" variety; 'twas but a quote from Shakespeare. Abstain from vulgarity.

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

Hell : Empty

Devils : Here

Dick : Out

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

It's what Shakespeare would've wanted

🌌 i-am-nowhere Follow

Can we stop shipping real people. Can we not do that anymore ever.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Upon my last inquiry, such an act was termed "human trafficking", a deed most foul in the eyes of the law.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I may have just received word that this text post doth not concern that matter in the slightest.

👻 died-2019 Follow

@ ruler-of-everything why do you talk like that?

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Dost thou wish for me to converse in the vulgar tongue of modern, simplified speech?

👻 died-2019 Follow

Can you even do that?

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I can, yes.

You think I read how you all talk and I don't know how to replicate it? What kind of fool do you take me for?

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

#Ghost why did you modernize him. Why did you do that. #What did you gain from this cursed media. #Shame on you.

[practically-an-x-man]

👑🏆💋💔🩹⚙️ for Katherine, Spider, and Gia?

Thank you so much!!!

OC Background Relationships Ask Game

👑 - Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years

Katherine: Her mother and grandmother

Spider: His mother, father, and two younger sisters

Gia: Her parents, older brother, younger sister, and her extended family in Greece

🏆 - Best friends (past, current or future)

Katherine: Emília Mendoza (her friend in art school) and Jace Scott (her roommate in NYC)

Spider: His film colleague Amina, roommates Newt and Ginger, and climbing buddies Ghost (Jaxon), Dart (Sophie), and Sparky (DJ)

Gia: Several online friends, though she doesn't know any of their real names (and they don't know hers) and tends to keep personal talk to a minimum- that's about all her anxiety will allow her, at first.

💋 - First kiss

Katherine: A boy she went to Homecoming with, her freshman year of high school

Spider: A girl at summer camp, between 7th and 8th grade (he climbed up a tree and swung himself upside-down so they would do a "Spider-Man kiss")

Gia: One of her girl friends, senior year of high school (about a half-dozen of them were having a sleepover and learned Gia still hadn't had her first kiss, so they dared her)

💔 - Exes

Katherine: That same boy she went to Homecoming with, who she dated for only about 3 months

Spider: Assorted lighthearted flings of various genders, briefly dated his roommate Newt before they realized they were better off as friends, but never had a particularly serious relationship bc he was so caught up in his work

Gia: None, Kate is her first serious relationship (she realized she was a lesbian late, realized she was ace even later, and then her trauma from HYDRA got in the way of any other relationships she might've sought out)

🩹 - Someone who was a source of trauma

Katherine: Her high school bullies, Jason and Ezekiel (Zeke)

Spider: Do the Death Angels count as a "someone"? The whole silent apocalypse is really the main thing in his life that could be considered genuinely traumatic

Gia: Her younger sister Yadzia - it wasn't her fault by any means, but her leukemia struggle and later death definitely resulted in some trauma for Gia that she never really worked through

⚙️ - Coworkers/boss (krewe/other charr outside of warband)

Well, this is an interesting lineup for this particular question XD

Katherine: Artist on commission, but mainly works with museum directors like Dr. McPhee

Spider: Also a freelancer, works with a variety of film directors and studios

Gia: Owns her own flower shop and works alone

[ghostyram]

Just admit it

Sometimes mean is what you are

Mean is easier than nice

[butteredfrogs]

Bold the facts - ginger edition

tagged by @ezra-trait tysm bestie!!

i already did my fav girl elvene so now it’s gingers turn because i’m having so much fun developing their story and lore (also just a reminder ginger goes by they/them!)

[personal]

💰finance: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

🩹medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

👑class or caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

📚education: qualified (they studied art at university!) / unqualified / studying / other

🚨criminal record: yes, for major charges / yes for minor charges / no / has committed crimes but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[family]

👶children: has a child or children / has no children / wants children

👨‍👩‍👧relationship with family: close with siblings / not close with siblings / has no siblings / siblings are deceased

🏡affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable

[traits and tendencies]

🥕extroverted / introverted / in between

🥕disorganised / organised / in between

🥕close minded / open minded / in between

🥕cautious / reckless / in between

🥕patient / impatient / in between

🥕outspoken / reserved / in between

🥕leader / follower / in between

🥕empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

🥕optimistic / pessimistic / in between

🥕traditional / modern / in between

🥕hard working / lazy / in between

🥕cultured / uncultured / in between

🥕loyal / disloyal / unknown

🥕faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[beliefs]

✝️faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / spiritual

👻believe in spirits or ghosts: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

💀belief in afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

🦋belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

👽belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✝️religion: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

[sexuality and romantic interest]

❤️sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual (lesbian) / bisexual / pansexual / asexual

❤️sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless

❤️romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❤️sexually: adventurous / experienced / inexperienced / naive / curious

⚧️potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧️potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[abilities]

🏹combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

���literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

🎨artistic skill: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

🪛technical skill: excellent / good / moderate (probably from having to repair their crappy furniture) / poor / none

[habits]

🍺drinking alcohol: never / special occasion / sometimes / infrequently / alcoholic

💨smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain smoker

🍄recreational drugs: never / special occasion / sometimes / infrequently/ addict

💊medical drugs: never / no longer need / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

🍔unhealthy food: never / special occasion / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

🛍️splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently (you don’t even wanna know how much they spend on video games and ghibli merch) / shopaholic

♠️gambling: never (unless you count the poker game with luigi which they always end up loosing at) / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

i love doing these they’re always so much fun so thank you for tagging me once again bestie! again i’m not sure who’s already done this so whoever is reading this i’m tagging you, go talk about your ocs, be free!

[ask-pt-au-kny]

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

↷✦; w e l c o m e ❞

𓆡𓆝𓆞𓆟𓆜𓆛

✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚૮꒰˵•ᵜ•˵꒱ა‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

☆彡彡 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ミミ☆

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN MANGA SPOILERS

now that that's out of the way–

Hello there! This blog is an ask blog for the PT!AU for KNY/Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba by @trix-with-wifi-access and @peanut-with-wifi-access.

This AU was developed over the course of approximately a year or two of KNY roleplays, originally beginning with simple headcanons before spiralling completely out of control.

This AU's lore is deep and complicated, as much care was put into it. It's not a complete fix-it, more of "somebody lives" than anything.

The AU also contains several non-canon relationships, mostly between canon characters, with the occasional well developed OC.

Yes, there's OCs. Don't worry, none of them are main characters. They're more of support characters, accessories to the canon characters.

Anyway, as this is an AU, it will not be canon compliant in any fashion. From personalities to lore to biology, it's gone off the deep end of fanon.

If this doesn't sound like the blog for you, feel free to block and move on! Nobody here cares. It's run by two idiots with too much freetime.

If you decide to engage with this blog, great! Below you will find a list of the characters you can interact with. The AU will follow the canonical timeline, starting with Episode 1 Cruelty.

Oh! And, any images will either be made through the use of lineart bases or the Gacha Club app, due to the mods inability to draw. Just a quick notice, don't mind it.

☆彡彡 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ミミ☆

𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙿𝚂

—

Kamado Tanjirou 🎴

Kamado Nezuko 🎋

Agatsuma Zenitsu 🌩

Hashibira Inosuke 🐗

Shinazugawa Genya 🍂

-

Himejima Gyomei 🪨

Shinazugawa Sanemi 🍃

Tokito Muichirou 🌥

Kocho Shinobu 🦋

Rengoku Kyojurou 🔥

Iguro Obanai 🐍

Kanroji Mitsuri 🌸

Uzui Tengen 🌟

Tomioka Giyuu 🌊

—

𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂

—

Kibutsuji "Muzan" 👑

"Kokushibō" 🌒

Hana Douma ⛄

Akaza ❄

Nakime 🎼

-

Inadama Kaigaku ⛈️

—

𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚂

—

[working on it! ~❦🥜]

—

𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚂

—

Urokodaki Sabito 🦊

—

𝙾𝙲𝚜

—

Suika (watermelon demon that shinobu captured, put in her basement, and runs experiments on. suika likes this. she/it) 🍉

Taiyō (demon obsessed with the sun, constantly throws herself into sunlight then scrambles into the shade to try and force an immunity. she's lower moon 6. she/her) ☀

Azure (...I'm gonna leave that story for the asks to uncover :) she/they/it) 🥀

Chiryō (a lil cat boy demon who can summon cats that heal you. he/they) 🐈‍⬛

Shizuku (the devil. a candy themed demon who's demon art makes humans cannibalistic. he/ma'am, he/him with fem terms) 🍬

Tenshi (an angel, a sweetheart, innocent little demon. angel themed demon who's demon art makes others feel their current emotion) 👼

Itami (hey wanna relive your trauma? well that's this shit's demon art. makes you hallucinate reliving your trauma. he/him) 🍵

Kocho Enjo (some kid shinobu picked up off the street. they like to collect weird demon body parts, like wings and horns. any pronouns) 💉

Nakama (a therapeutic demon who's demon art makes it so the more you talk to her, the more any existing wounds on your body heal. she/her) 🩹

Nyako (*turns you into a cat cutely* *runs away* she/her) 🐱

Kibutsuji Fuji (the ghost by the wisteria tree. she/her) ☔

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ [ꨄ𝚖𝚘𝚍🍀] ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

☆彡彡 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ミミ☆

Hello Tumblr👋! I hope you enjoy this AU we have made and have fun watching the chaos

@trix-with-wifi-access

(my main)

My tags are

ꨄmod🍀

ꨄpt!au🍀

ꨄ🍀

ꨄtrix🍀

my speaking color is blue

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ [ꨄ𝚖𝚘𝚍🍀] ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

☆彡彡 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ミミ☆

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ cis boy

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ he/him

𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ gay

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ [❦𝚖𝚘𝚍🥜] ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

☆彡彡 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ミミ☆

Hey, Peanut here! I'm the main person who will running this blog, as Trix is pretty new to Tumblr and isn't fully functional on how it works. My accounts are as follows

@peanut-with-wifi-access

(my main)

@ask-chachamaru-kny

(an acc for this au's chachamaru)

My tags are

❦mod🥜

❦pt!au🥜

❦🥜

❦peanut🥜

My speaking color is orange

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ [❦𝚖𝚘𝚍🥜] ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

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[comingyourlugubriousness]

For Yume and Idia >:3 🐺 🏩 🎡 🩹 🐜

🐺 - Who’s more dominant?

Hmm that's a tough question. I feel like it depends highly on the situations they're in together. They both are people who don't mind letting their partner take charge in situations, especially when they are out of their depth. Their not too proud to admit that they like being taken care of and both enjoy taking a passive role at times. In general, I would say Yume is more dominant in terms of communicating and moving their relationship along initially. And in public spaces, Yume would step up and deal with things/people that Idia doesn't like to; do due to his anxiety.

And in private Yume would work with Idia and find ways for both of them to communicate with each other. Being the one to initiate a lot of mortifying talks that neither of them wants to have, but are necessary.

🏩 - Who convinces the other to go to a love hotel?

Hmm this is tough. On one hand, I could see Idia wanting to live out some daydream fantasy of going to a love hotel with Yume, but being too nervous to ask. But, I could also see Yume researching private spaces to be romantic with your loved one. (bc aha no privacy in the Ramshackle between the ghosts, Grim, their brothers, as well as the revolving door of friends.) And finding out about love hotels. Hmm, I'd say Idia brings up the idea and Yume supports it wholeheartedly after hearing him explain it. Though the day they actually go Idia gets incredibly nervous and wonders if they should just cancel, but Yume calms him down enough to go.

🎡 - Who panics on a Ferris wheel? (Answered here.)

🩹 - Who administers first aid to their incredibly reluctant partner?

Yume is notorious for being clumsy and it isn't uncommon for a small bruise or wound to appear on Yume randomly. (Some because of their bad habit of picking their skin.)

Because of that Idia always keeps band-aids on him as a #key item. Yume tells him that is not a big deal and that it will heal up eventually, but it makes him uneasy to just leave it as is. (Big brother instincts and also some slight trauma about Ortho.*)

* I always think about these lines from Ortho's lab wear story.

Idia...gets really worried about his loved ones, so if he can do something to make sure they're okay or they heal faster he's going to do it whether they like it or not.

He is not going to repeat past mistakes. Idia definitely scolds Yume for picking their skin and for not paying attention to their surroundings, but not too much because sad Yume makes his chest hurt too!

🐜 - Who’s more terrified of bugs?

Depends on the bug. But I'd say Yume.

While I don't imagine Idia is scared of bugs in a general sense. He is SHRIEKING if something jumps at or flies at him. But if he knows it's a harmless bug he'll probably just be annoyed.

Bugs that only crawl don't scare him. Yume doesn't like BIG BUGS, SPIDERS, or things jumping or flying toward them and are disgusted/scared of being stung/bitten by anything. (They are also prone to getting bit by mosquitos pretty bad.) They are fine with harmless bugs like ladybugs, and fireflies, ect. and tolerate bees because of their services. If there is a spider in the vicinity Yume is jumping on the nearest piece of furniture. I imagine Idia feels very smug and like a great boyfriend when Yume runs to him and begs him to deal with the spider.

(Until it jumps lol.)

- TL;DR: Yume is more dominant (insert some wolf joke here), Idia convinces them to go to a love hotel &lt;3, Idia calls Yume a 'baka" while tenderly bandaging their wounds, Idia gets rid of the spiders.

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[recurring-polynya]

Renruki Week Day 1: Alternate Universe

I have, um, written a lot of Renruki Alternate Universe stories over the last few years. I really did intend to continue my Spirit Society AU, but I totally writer's blocked it, so instead you get Dr. Renji AU: Part Three. This chapter is sadly lacking in Unohana, but it is very Renruki, so, I think it fits the occasion.

If you're behind, this is an AU where Aizen had Renji shipped off to the Fourth instead of the Eleventh. You can read parts one and two on ao3, or here.

| ao3 | ff.net |

🩹 💔 🤕

“Second floor, east wing…” Rukia repeated to herself, her eyes scanning the identical office doors. “This really doesn’t seem right.”

She’d already been shuffled through three different departments downstairs before a harried nurse had directed her up here. It was very quiet in this part of the Coordinated Relief Station, and the few people that she saw seemed to be going about their business more sedately than on the ground floor.

“Excuse me!” Rukia said, accosting the next person to pass, a slender, nervous-looking young man with kind eyes. “I think I’m lost?”

The young man bobbed his head and smiled shyly. His nametag said ‘Yamada’. “How can I help, ma’am?”

Rukia sighed. “I’m trying to find the, er, the head of the trauma department, and I was told to look on the second floor, east wing, but this doesn’t seem like…an emergency room.”

Yamada tilted his head to one side. “The emergency room is downstairs.”

Rukia groaned.

Yamada waved his hands. “You seem very calm and there doesn’t seem to be any blood coming out of you, so I’m guessing you probably just want to talk to the Third Seat, right?”

“Er, right,” Rukia agreed.

Yamada nodded happily. “You’re in the right place then! His office is that one over there!” He pointed at a doorway just past the next cross corridor. “I’m not sure if he’s in or not, but if he’s down on the floor, he’s not available for talking, anyway.”

“Oh! Right. Of course,” Rukia realized. Obviously the guy wouldn’t have time to talk to her if he was trying to reattach someone’s arm. A small wave of disappointment washed over her. It would have been kind of cool to see an arm get reattached. “Tha--” she started to say, only to realize the little shinigami was already bustling away. “Thank you?” she called anyway.

Heaving another sigh, she walked over and rapped on the doorframe. There was no answer. Rukia sucked her teeth for a moment then rapped again. “Er, hello?” she called. “Doctor Third Seat, are you there? It’s…um, Kuchiki Rukia.” She thought about adding her squad, but she supposed she wasn’t actually here in her professional capacity. “First Daughter of the Kuchiki,” she mumbled instead. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t in.

After all this, she would just have to come back later, she decided, although she had no way of knowing when this guy might actually be in his office. Kiyone said that everyone at the Fourth was terribly overworked. For all she knew, Dr. Trauma Boss spent twenty hours a day packing people’s livers back into their bodies and the other four sleeping it off in a supply closet. Now that she thought of it, maybe Kiyone could ask Isane to ask him to give her a call when he had a minute.

Rukia was so lost in her own thoughts as she headed back down the hall, that she didn’t notice the voices coming from the cross corridor, and nearly ran face first into the chest of a tall shinigami who was talking a mile a minute to one of the pink-clad Squad Four nurses.

“I am so sorry!” Rukia sputtered. “I wasn’t looking where I was…” Suddenly, all the words fell out of her brain. “R-renji?”

Rukia had never really understood why humans found the prospect of seeing a ghost so alarming. She had seen quite a few ghosts on the occasion that she had been deployed to the Living World with Kiyone, and it had, for the most part, been a very professional and not-at-all affecting experience.

Now, confronted with a person whom she hadn’t seen in thirty years, she got it.

For a second, she tried to convince herself that she must be mistaken. (But how could she be mistaken? Who else would get eyebrow tatts?) Renji was taller now, his shoulders broader, and his rangy frame filled out with cords of muscle, a fact made obvious by the fact his sleeves were tied back, putting his handsome biceps on full display. His hair was longer, a long, neat braid hanging out from under a pale green scrub cap. His eyes were familiar, though, brown and wide with surprise, behind the dorkiest pair of heavy-framed glasses Rukia had ever seen.

“Since when do you wear glasses?” she demanded.

Renji’s face split into a sheepish, goofy grin. “Rukia! Ah, um, hi!” He blinked and shook his head like he was trying to get his brain back into place. “Er, Nurse Yuki, did you--?”

Nurse Yuki was sizing up Rukia, like he was ready to throw hands over Renji’s honor. Rukia realized belatedly that the little fellow also appeared to have an eyebrow tatt. Maybe it was a Squad 4 thing. “I got it, sir,” Yuki said, icicles hanging from every word. “I’ll go see to Mr. Fueki right away.”

Rukia’s brain raced, still trying to make sense of it all. At some point, she’d heard Renji was no longer at the Fifth, but she didn’t know any of the details. She’d avoided trying to find out any of the details, to be honest. Renji had never been very careful with himself when left to his own devices and, well…as long as she never heard anything to the contrary, she could assume he was out there somewhere, working hard and making a name for himself.

He was still alive, though, and right in front of her. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. The very moment after she said it, her brain put together the tied-back sleeves and the scrub cap and the fact that the nurse had called him ‘sir’. Fuck.

“I…uh…work here,” he said stupidly.

“You work here?” Rukia repeated. “In the Coordinated Rel-- wait--in the trauma department?”

“Yeah, actually.” He looked confused. “Um…why?”

“I am supposed to talk to your department head, but he’s not in. Do you know how I could get ahold of him?”

Renji blinked at her for a moment, then frowned. “He’s in.”

“He’s not! I just knocked on his door and no one answered!”

“I tell you, if he’s not in, he’s gonna be back very shortly.” Renji straightened up and strode past her, back toward the office of the errant Third Seat. As Rukia scrambled to catch up to his stupidly long legs, he bent over and squinted at a placard mounted on the wall next to the door, just underneath the room number. “Hey, Rukia,” he said, his voice dripping with trollish delight, “come read this for me.”

“I didn’t see that,” Rukia grumbled as she finally caught up. “‘Trauma Department, Chief Officer,’” she read off, “‘Third Seat… Abarai…Renji.’” With horror, she looked back at him. He was grinning and waggling those stupid eyebrows at him.

“I didn’t see it!” she repeated.

“I gathered that.”

“This isn’t a prank? You’re really…” she waved her hands vaguely at him, “a surgeon?”

“Surprises me too sometimes.”

It seemed completely absurd, but at the same time, it made perfect sense. Renji had been a funny kid. His public face had been as pure a son of Inuzuri as there had ever been-- sneering and swaggering, a temper like dry kindling, tough as a wild boar and twice as strong. But all this was a defensive armor that Rukia had watched him construct, brick by mud-packed brick. Underneath, there was a certain tenderness, a heart that couldn’t help caring about everything and everyone. He patched holes in their roof and learned which wild herbs were edible. He somehow always ended up with the smallest blanket, even though his legs were the longest and stuck out ridiculously. He never hesitated to offer a piggyback when Mameji got too tired, or a kind word when Fujimaru got down in the dumps. Just because he held a sword like he’d been born with one in his hands didn’t mean that’s what he actually wanted.

A doctor. Go figure.

Renji cleared his throat politely. “Um. So…you were looking for me?”

Rukia tried to pretend like she hadn’t just tripped headfirst into her feelings. “My brother,” she announced, pulling herself up to her full height, “came home yesterday after spending two days in the Coordinated Relief Station! He won’t tell anyone what happened. Even his lieutenant doesn’t know. I haven’t even seen him, but this morning, he sent me this note.” She rustled around in her sleeve and pulled out the little folded slip of paper. She almost just handed it over, but changed her mind at the last second and shook it open so she could read it out loud. “‘Rukia. Please go to the Fourth Division and speak to the Head of the Trauma Department.’ That’s it!”

Technically, that wasn’t ‘it’. There was another line, which read, “Dress in a manner befitting the First Daughter of the Kuchiki and comport yourself accordingly.’” She still wasn’t entirely sure what the reasoning behind that was-- she certainly would have felt more comfortable facing a senior Gotei officer--childhood friend or not--in a shihakushou instead of the wisteria-patterned semi-formal kimono her maid had stuffed her in before shoving her out the door.

“Ummmm,” said Renji.

Rukia narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. “So what the Hell happened? Is my brother going to die?”

“What? No!” Renji squeezed his eyes shut for a second. “Look, let’s go into my office to talk about this.”

Byakuya was definitely dying. Rukia could feel it in her bones.

Renji led her into his office. It was small, and full of stuff, shelves packed with medical books, primarily, but also practice swords and weights and the ubiquitous piles of Gotei paperwork. Unlike her own Third Seats’ shared office, at least there was some order to it. The walls were crowded with various framed certifications, as well as pictures of Renji with his friends-- playing soccer, dressed up for something fancy, manning what looked suspiciously like the safe sex booth at the annual Squad Four Health Fair with a horrified looking Kira Izuru. His zanpakutou sat on a wall-mounted sword rack behind his desk.

“Can I make you some tea?” Renji offered, waving vaguely at a kidou-powered kettle and some tins of tea crammed onto a shelf next to a precariously leaning ikebana arrangement of chrysanthemums and greenbrier.

“Do you still make tea so strong that a stick would stand straight up in it?” Rukia asked.

“Only when I’m pulling graveyard shifts,” Renji replied. “And don’t say that too loud. My captain takes tea very seriously.”

“I’ll pass, then,” Rukia said, sitting down in the visitor’s chair, as he settled down behind his desk.

“So,” said Renji.

“So,” Rukia echoed.

Renji folded his hands in front of him, and composed his face into a very professional mien. “Your brother is fine. He lost a fight, and I put him back together afterwards myself. Captain Unohana signed his discharge papers personally. The only reason he was here for so long was because we have a mandatory 48-hour observation period for infection when someone’s had an open abdominal cavity in non-sterile conditions.”

“He lost a fight?” Rukia’s brows furrowed. “To whom?” There weren’t that many people in Soul Society who could beat Byakuya, and even fewer who wouldn’t have bragged about it to the entire city by now. “Was it the Kenpachi?” she guessed. “Or Captain Ichimaru? Have you ever met that guy? He’s really creepy.”

“I…have, but let’s hold off on badmouthing other people’s captains for now.” Renji sucked his teeth for a moment. “It was me. I was the one who fought your brother.”

Rukia blinked at him. “What?”

Renji sighed. “This is really not how I pictured explaining this to you. He really…he really didn’t say anything?”

“Just the note!” Rukia singsonged.

Renji looked down at his desk and nodded for a moment. “Of course he didn’t. Why would he? I deserve this, I suppose,” he mumbled to himself. Then, suddenly pulling himself together, he slapped his palms on the desk, and looked up at her, jaw set and eyes blazing behind those stupid, nerdy, unspeakably hot glasses. “Rukia,” he said. “I have something to tell you.”

Rukia stared back at him and waved the note again. “Yeah? That’s why I came here?”

“It’s not about-- well, not directly-- that is to say--” He screwed up his face again. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Am I what?” Rukia echoed.

“Seeing anyone. You know. Romantically.”

“I am not, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh! Great!”

“‘Great’? ‘Great’?! What is that supposed to mean?”

“In that case, may I prevail upon you to go to dinner with me? This weekend maybe?”

Rukia squinted at him. “Are you a person who says ‘prevail upon’ now? Ew.”

“Not--not usually! I was trying to sound classy!”

“Well, stop it. I get enough of that at home. Anyway, can’t you just tell me the thing right now? I am not a patient person and I will explode if I have to sit on this until this weekend.”

Renji squinted back at her, and for a long moment, they made faces at each across his desk. “Are you serious?” he finally said.

“Just tell me!” she insisted.

He laughed softly for a moment, then flashed her a fangy grin. “Fine. Here goes: Kuchiki Rukia, I think you’re the best girl in the world, even though you’re a huge blockhead. I like you so much that I trained every free hour I had until I could beat your brother up and ask him for permission to ask you out. Then, I studied and practiced every working hour I had until I could heal him back up afterward, so you wouldn’t get too mad at me for doing it. I’m sorry, I thought most of this was implied when I asked you out, but I honestly had forgotten about the blockhead thing.” He studied her gobsmacked face for a moment. “So, do you wanna go out or not? I’m paying. I got a place picked out and everything.” His face softened. “I’ve really missed you, you know.”

Rukia stared at him blankly for a moment. Absolutely none of this made any sense. She pulled the note out of her sleeve again, and re-read it. Dress in a manner befitting the First Daughter of the Kuchiki and comport yourself accordingly.

“Are you telling me, Abarai Renji,” Rukia said slowly, “that you just attempted to win me back from my brother?”

Renji’s face flushed. “No! Well--I guess you might see it that way, but my intention--”

“I guess you won,” Rukia mused. “So I guess you did just win me back from my brother.”

“No, it’s not like--”

“What the Hell, Renji? And for that matter, how did you manage to beat him anyway? Hit him over the head with a frying pan while he wasn’t paying attention? I’m still grappling with the fact that you’re a Third Seat. There’s no way you beat up my brother.”

“Look,” said Renji, having abruptly snapped free of his stammering and stuttering when there were fight retrospectives to be done, “Captain Kuchiki’s been in a lot of public fights and he makes no efforts to keep his zanpakutou’s abilities secret. His fighting style is well documented. He always trash-talks his way through the first half of a fight, and slow-rolls his bankai, which after enough study, I realized is because it takes him some time to build his reiatsu up to the nosebleed levels he’s capable of. I went in hard, straight to bankai, and didn’t let up until he was on the ground. If I’d let him get up any head of steam at all, he would have rolled me over, so I…didn’t.” Renji made a thoughtful face. “He says he wants to fight me again, and I kinda want to see how I would do outside of win-at-all-costs mode. Could be fun, you know?”

The way he explained it, so matter-of-factly, sent her right back to Inuzuri. He could have been telling the story of how he distracted a fruit merchant while palming an apple instead of talking about his--

“Renji,” Rukia said slowly. “Did you just say you have bankai?”

“Yeah.”

She stared at him. “How the Hell did you find the time to get bankai on top of,” she waved vaguely at his bookshelves, “learning to be a doctor?” She thought she had been doing well with two sword attacks and getting up to 60’s-level kidou.

“Those two things turned out to be weirdly complementary,” Renji scratched his head. “Makin’ bones do stuff that bones normally shouldn’t be doing.”

“What is it like?” Rukia blurted out. “I want to see it.”

Renji’s eyes widened. “My bankai?”

“Yes! Do you do something with your own bones, or is it extra bones, like do you get bone armor? I don’t even know what your shikai does, is it bones, too?” Rukia’s mouth snapped shut, as she abruptly recalled why she had never seen his shikai. She stared down at her knees. “I’m sorry. That was very forward of me. I…I forgot.”

Renji regarded her very somberly. “Forgot what? That we aren’t friends any more?”

“Mm,” Rukia replied noncommittally, rubbing her fingers over the intricate woven texture of her kimono as a distraction.

Renji sighed. “Look, Rukia. I’m sorry I hit you with the dating thing out of the gate. I never told you how I felt about you back then, and I wanted to be upfront about my intentions. If you’re not interested in that, or you don’t feel that way about me, I still--”

“How am I supposed to know how I feel about you, you dumbass?” Rukia snapped. “I haven’t seen you in thirty years! And for that matter, it’s not like I’ve stayed the same, either. How do you even know you still like me? This is just like you, latching onto some stupid idea and--and going to the trouble of getting bankai over it before even asking my opinion!”

“I’m sorry,” Renji repeated. “I just wanted it to be a sure thing, that’s all. And you’re right. You’re absolutely right. But what if we started slow? Get to know each other again. We can figure out what we want to be later.” There was open desperation painted on his face. “I just want to see you again, Rukia.”

Rukia crossed her arms over chest. “Answer one question for me, Abarai.”

Renji looked like he was torn between horror and hope. “Okay?”

“What kind of face did my brother make when he conceded to you?”

Renji stared at her for a moment. “Oh. Um. Well, he didn’t exactly concede. It was very…pbbbbblllth!” He made a vague gesture with both hands that suggested fountaining. He thought for a moment. “Hmm, his normal face is kinda like this?” He lidded his eyes, tilted his chin up slightly, and made a face like he smelled something unpleasant.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s pretty good,” Rukia nodded.

“Well, the face he made was more like this.” Renji made the same face, only he opened his mouth ever-so-slightly. He still managed to look about a thousand times more surprised than Rukia had ever seen Byakuya.

She nodded again, curtly this time. “I wish you had invited me.”

Renji’s eyebrows shot up.

“I don’t know how I feel about you or about any of this,” Rukia decided. “But based on this note, you asked Byakuya for full courting permissions, didn’t you?”

“Er, maybe?”

Rukia scanned Renji up and down one more time. Everything about him--the braid, the glasses, the scars, the muscles-- it all screamed down-to-earth practicality. He was exactly the opposite of the rarefied assholes her brother regularly surrounded himself with, the stuffed-up peacocks her aunts constantly tried to interest her in. “No,” she said. “No, you beat him fair and square, so you’re my boyfriend now, and he is going to deal with it.”

“Ummmm,” said Renji.

“Do you own any nice kimono?” Rukia asked.

“I do, actually!”

“Perfect! We’re going to a garden party at the Shihouin’s on Sunday afternoon. You will escort me. I will be wearing green.”

Renji looked like he was about to say something, but instead, he set his jaw and nodded. “Okay!”

She could get up and leave now, Rukia reminded herself. She had done exactly what Byakuya had asked her to do, and was being more than generous in upholding his end of this stupid bargain. Renji knew it, too.

Except that Renji had the courage to say a bunch of things out loud, and just because she couldn’t bring herself to process any of them at the moment didn’t mean he didn’t deserve better than this.

“If you show me your bankai on Saturday morning,” she said slowly, “I’ll let you take me to lunch afterward. Lunch! Not dinner! And if it turns out your bankai is lame, I’m walking.”

Renji’s facial expression relaxed into an obnoxious smirk she recognized all too well. “I think I’ll take those odds."

[askdarkeningpathway]

Hello! Please read this:

Hi! Mod Olive (aka Nox) here! this blog may not be that active, but I'll try to post. This is an ask blog for my Warriors ocs, which can include my main oc Slatewisker (if you want to talk to her, tho she's techically me lol). I will not respond to any asks that make me uncomfortable. Responses will probably be in art, text, or maybe animation or animatics. All chatcters on the list that are open for asks will have a "*" next to their name & gender (though my main oc Slatewisker will always be open for asks).

Emojis meaning

-[]//✨ StarClan (dead)

-[]//🌑 Dark Forest/Place of no stars (dead)

-[]//💫 Tribe of Endless Hunting (dead)

-[]//❓ Unknown Residence (dead)

-[]//🌫️ Ghost (dead, no clan, known location)

-[]/❔ Unknown Residence

-⚡️ ThunderClan

-🌲 ShadowClan

-🌊 RiverClan

-🌾 WindClan

-🌳 SkyClan

-🐾 Rouge

-🩸 BloodClan

-🍃 Loner

-🧶 Kittypet

-🪨 Tribe Of Rushing Water

-🍂 The Ancients

<↓ my own things ↓>

-🎯 "DartClan"

-🐦‍⬛ "The Sundown Place Cats" (based off vikings)

-🌿 "AspenClan"

-🌌 "NightClan"

<↓ other, from books ↓>

-🩹 Med. cat

-🌟 Leader

-🪵 Deputy

-💥 Warrior

-💚 Queen

-🌙 Meditator

-🪶 Kit

-👑 Elder

- [🩹/💥/💚/🌙]||☘️ Apprentice

-🕸️ Exiled

-🕷️ Self-Exiled/Ran away from Clan

-🌄 Healer

-🔺 Cave-Guard

-🔻 Prey-Hunter

-♦️ To-be

-💖 Kit-Mother

(my guesses or something??? ↓↓)

-⛈️ Leader (No clan)

-🌧️ Deputy (No clan)

-❌ Guard (No clan)

-🪐 Non-Cat

-💝 Friendly Non-cat

-💔 Agressive Non-cat

-❤️‍🩹 Neutral Non-cat

WARNING: This Blog will include the following...

Blood/Gore

bones/skeletons

angst

And maybe more to be added...(?)

Character list (may be updated)

Echo 🧶//✨ [M] *

Fox-tail ⛈️/🩸 [F]

Bloodclaw ⚡️//❓ [F]

Ghost 🍃 [F] *

Exileeye 🕸️//❓ [M]

Fadedtail 🕷️/🌑 [M]

Riverleap 🩹/🌊 [M]

Raccoon & Serpent 🐾 [F & M]

Tilt 💝/🍃 [F]

Kelsey 🐾 [F]

Gorsepaw 💥||☘️⚡️//❓ [M]

Hermit 🌫️ [M]

Tumblepaw 💥||☘️🌲//✨ [M]

Alantisstar 🌲||🌟[F]

Flint 🍃 [M]

Sparrow 🧶 [M]

Holly 🧶 [F]

Ember 🌙🧶 [F]

Flame 🧶 [M]

Firebug 💥🌲 [F]

Stagkit 🪶🌲//✨ [M]

Fadingglare 💥🌲 [M]

Ash 🐾 [F]

Chester 🍃 [M]

Jack Flash 🧶 [M]

Dodge ❤️‍🩹 [M]

Pounce 🍃 [M]

Sniffer ❤️‍🩹 [M]

Howler ❤️‍🩹 [M]

Mudsnow 💥🌊 [M]

Coppercry 💥🌿 [F]

Copper ❌🩸 [F]

Clockwork 🌧️🩸 [F]

Dart 🎯⛈️ [M]

Thistle 🎯🌧️ [M]

Scooter 🍃 [M]

Trey 🍃 [M]

Cinnamon 🍃 [F]

Flake 🧶 [M]

Frostbite 🐾 [M]

Rosepatch 💥⚡️ [F]

Batty 🧶 [M]

Webby 🧶 [M]

Soot 💔 [M]

Skunk 🐾 [F]

Ash 🐾 [F]

Galaxy-Star 🌌⛈️ [F]

LarkStar 🌟🌊 [F]

AspenTwist 🌿//❓ [M]

Yeah... there's alot.

Anyways, I hope this little ask blog is enjoyable! It's my first time doing one! Oh and a few of the characters are not cats (four of them)