#maple asks

[age-of-play-i-say]

are you ever going to continue the middle and little series? not to pressure, just asking because i really enjoyed that first installment <3

Funny you should ask, I've been hanging onto 80% of this one for awhile, thinking it needed more editing but like here you go!

“Okay, is everyone ready for movie night? Still feeling good about the scene?” Daddy’s doing some last minute checks before headspace made that kind of thinking feel far away.

Baby nodded from her playpen and Little piped up from the couch, “yes, Daddy! Essited for watchin’ a big kid movie!” Daddy chuckled.

“Okay, well remember to double tap your watches to call me if things get too intense or you need my help, ahem, finishing up.” Daddy winked at Baby, who blushed, falling into headspace out of sheer embarrassment.

“Be good to our Baby, okay Little one? She’s still adjusting and she needs your sweetness and helping hands. Enjoy your movie nap together, I’ll be back in an hour.” Daddy flipped on the prepared DvD and strode upstairs, confident that his Little could handle this.

Onscreen appeared some of Baby and Little’s favorite characters, but they weren’t solving mysteries like usual. They were just talking so far, and pressing their faces together noisily.

Baby watched, wide-eyed, suckling her binkie and looking littler and littler in her crinkly diapey, surrounded by her plushies. One of the characters on screen took off his undies, still noisily kissing a girl onscreen. Baby’s sweet little face wrinkled, confusion passing over her pretty features. Little saw her eyes flit down to the man’s big grown-up stiffy and she went even pinker.

Little wanted to focus on the fun, grown-up playtime video on the screen, but that involved tearing his focus away from Baby, whose nipples hardened instantly when the kissing started. He wondered if Baby remembered their first kisses, around her comfort binkie, the same one she’s suckling now. He wondered how it might feel to kiss her like the girl on the screen.

Should I get nakey? Little wonders, shifting his hips closer and closer to the edge of the couch.

He looked Baby up and down, and saw her bottom lift and fall against the puppy pads lining her pen, bouncing subtly. Her eyes were glued to the screen, and Little was embarrassed to see the lollipop game he sometimes played with Daddy up there, the girl in the scene on her knees kissing and licking all over the guy’s big stiffy.

Little closed his eyes, feeling light-headed and falling deeper into headspace.

Soooo tingly, wan touchies. Big kid touchies.

Behind her paci, he heard Baby whine, just pouting. She’s so little, she barely knows about tingles, but it’s clear to Little that she’s getting all worked up and tingly. His heart aches for her, so confused, so little.

“Baby! You like da movie?” he palmed himself over his undies, making sure to grind up into it with a sweet, little moan when she tore her eyes away to look up at her Big Bubba Little.

Baby nodded, sucking her paci a little extra before spitting it out to hang on its lanyard, pressing her hand in the same spot Little did but over her big puffy diaper, “ye, like ‘im lots n lots,” Baby chirps, “but feelin all sticky in m’ diapey!” She tries to hump her hand, but just kind of air humped back and forth confusedly. She whines again, louder this time.

Bubba Little felt a curl of earnest affection burst in his heart. She needed his help.

“Bubba can help, lil Baby.” She looks up, teary-eyed, to see Little sliding off the couch. He came to the edge of Baby’s playpen and pointed at a big teddy bear in the corner.

“Grab your bear, get on your hands and knees, and tuck him ‘tween your legs under your diapey.” Little pressed his hand against the front of his pants again, watching her comply with his request.

“Put your binky back in, too, you don hafta talk at all, Bubba’ll tell you what to do.”

Baby whole face relaxed when she popped her paci back in her mouth, happy to be taken care of again. She settled in on top of her bear and looked up at the screen where the lollipop game was heating up.

She looked to her big brother for help, “what is-?” she managed before lapsing into another big-eyed silence. She bucked her hips like before, yelping when her sticky padding actually provided friction.

Her eyes returned to the screen, in awe of the feeling she could provoke with just her hips motion. She ground down again, her little face and shoulders relieved at the freedom from her own thoughts combined with being able to seek her own pleasure.

Little can't take his eyes off her. The man onscreen keeps making dirty noises, but Baby's humping and whimpering takes precedence.

“'s the tingles game, Baby, I play wit Daddy if ‘m good,” Little can't keep his hands off his winkie now, this naughty interaction searing his brain. Looking at the screen again, he suddenly wishes Baby would use her mouth to play the lollipop game on him. He can't ask their pure, pretty Baby to do anything so naughty.

His cheeks turn pink and he snatches his hand away from his stiffie, embarrassed. Daddy said to let Baby initiate play when she's ready. In fact, he’s under strict instructions not to get inside the playpen with her.

“Tin-goesth?” Baby murmurs around her binky, not tearing her eyes from the screen. She leans back on her haunches, putting more pressure on the bear and her privates, but it doesn't seem like enough for her. She ruts shamelessly into her bear, faster now, cheeks pink and eyes glassy.

Little watches for a bit before making a decision. He can't get in and help her, but he can show her what to do. Pulling down his pants, he blushes. He’s all stiff and tingly, and Baby will see it! He steels himself and pulls down his big boy undies, coming around the front of the playpen, winkie out.

What he sees makes his heart squeeze. Baby's tired herself out, humping hard and fast, getting nowhere but more tingly. She's laying on her bear, not even looking at the movie, twitching her hips while tears squeeze out of her eyes.

On seeing her Bubba come around her playpen, she jerks up, embarrassed and on edge.

“Ting-goess, hewp pwease?” She whimpers, scrambling on her knees to the bars of her playpen to grab her big Bubba's hand before seeing his stiffy poking out under his shirt.

She doesn't shy away from him, looking from his stiffy to the screen and then back to him.

“Ye, Baby, I help, I help!” She's asked, so he's finally allowed. He takes the hand she’d holding, reaches down and plunges it into her padding to find her tingly parts.

“‘S okay, Baby?” he whispers in her ear when she eeps in surprise.

“ye, ye, ye Bubba, need hewp tingoes ye” she chants, closing her eyes when he makes contact with her baby parts through all that slick, feeling her tiny winkie pulse.

“Nnnn, Bubba!” she spits her paci out, holding onto his arm. Just like Daddy showed him, he doesn't have to do much.

“Girl winkies are much smaller and more sensitive. Just make little circles, fast and soft. Let her decide the rest.” Daddy's coaching for the last week rings in Little’s ears.

She's rutting on his fingers now, hard and fast.

“Feels good, Baby? Bubba wan make you feel good.”

Baby nods without speaking, her sweet mouth open and her little nipples hard on his arm. Her hips jerk and his whole hand suddenly feels hot and wet as Baby hollers out,

“Bub-bahhh!” She puts both hands on his arm and swirls her hips one more time, shivering, sweet and happy.

He pulls his hand out, proud of his ability to help her make tingles. He stands back up and leans forward to check on her in her playpen. His stiffy jumps, slid between the bars.

Instead of slumped down, relaxing after tingles, Baby was back on her knees, so close it startles him. She looked up at him, pink lips puffy and open, eyes wide.

“tank you Bubba,” she whispers, her innocent blinking making his hand itch to do big kid touches on himself.

“Good job, Baby! Tingles feel good?” She moves in closer, her eyes slide over to the screen where different pairs of their favorite mystery gang are playing the lollipop game.

Her eyes take in his stiffy poking through the bars and she leans so close he can feel her breath on it as she murmurs

“Bubba need ting-goes?”

His hips ram into the bars as Baby sucks on him, pulling him into her mouth like a big binky. She swallows and he squeaks, trying to stay still like Daddy does, but it's hard.

He wants to touch her, hold her close, but doesn't want to scare her.

The lollipop game!

His eyes cross and he understands more why Daddy loves this game. The tingles feels so strong, he certainly won't last much– he remembers how Daddy does stickies so they aren't yucky in his mouth.

“Baby!! Bubba's gotta-ah-make stickies, ummm don-oh oh-here!”

He pulls out quickly enough that she looks shocked, and he pops her binky back in.

He can feel his tingles running up his back already and wraps his hand around his stiffy just into time to pump stickies out onto the floor. Baby's mouth felt so good, he wants to reward her.

But when he turns to her in her playpen, she's holding her bear, still on her knees, tears in her eyes again.

“Baby??”

“did bad? did bad ting-goes for Bubba? why go ‘way?”

“No!!” He climbs over her playpen easily, settling in behind her to hold her around her bare tummy.

He kisses her sweet pink cheek and pops her displaced binky back in again.

“Felt TOO good,” he murmurs in her ear, naturally rocking her back and forth, holding her distressed body under she relaxed.

“too good?” She whispers.

“Ye, felt like–” he points at the screen, where a boy character was screwing up his face and the girl pulled off to rub him hard until his stickies arced up comically high to hit the ceiling, ‘felt like dat, Baby. Felt so good, like I hadda essplode.”

Her crinkly butt bumped his softening winkie and he groaned until he realized she was looking hard at the screen. Her hips stuttered when he spoke.

“‘splode? Bubba felt-?” She points at the screen, hips thrusting

“Ye, Baby, you did so good,” Little feels naughty when he asks, “Baby need more?”

She nods and he reaches inside her padding again, tapping his watch twice before he does.

Daddy will show her bigger tingles. Baby needa essplode.

[maplesyrupandgt]

Do you have any headcanons for pred Neuvillette?

Yesss I love pred Neuv so much. He deserves so many little treats and though I pred lean, I'd gladly offer myself to him

Neuvillette's canines are so sharp- like he's extra careful during noms so as not to let his prey come to harm

he's a little picky but if you ask nicely, he may let you sit in his water to be swallowed down along with it

prey almost always has to be willing and even overly so since he will rarely ask directly if he has a craving or need

He has little tells when having a preyfriend offer themself would he helpful to him

These include: condensation on his pen or inkwell- never the books or any documents, he may begin tapping his foot during work, or rain will start and stop in spurts of frustration among other things. Keep an eye on his body language and abilities to know when he needs a little extra love

Neuvillette doesn't eat as often and isn't very much food driven, but rubs from the inside can be incredibly relaxing for him

Prey with visions that can cool his internal temperature make him purr - which he's slightly flustered by

He'll only go after unwilling prey if he's eating them for their sake or as a punishment he's required to dole out

That means he might act as a holding cell, or he'll use noms to break up conflict or as something he deems necessary as management of mischievous tinies

It's rare but feisty unwilling prey moments are also the only times he might hunt a tiny down. He's direct with this and sometimes he locks a little too deeply into hunter mode and that can be very intimidating

Naturally wet in his tum, almost completely dark but there's a very very soft blue tint, just enough to make out shapes and as a tiny's gaze adjusts they can make out more

He sometimes would appreciate having a tiny in his mouth. He doesn't do candies or anything to busy his mouth typically, but just the weight on his tongue and tiny shifts as he works can be a good way for him to fidget

He salivates quite a bit when a tiny is in his mouth and they may have to remind him to swallow with little taps when he's distracted.

Sometimes he's so focused that he'll just gulp a tiny down this way

[maple-sheep]

Could

Could you write another Grian and Sam fic?

Pleasseeee

Or maybe even a Grian x Sam x Taurtis fic if you can 🙏🙏🙏🙏

OMG, I don't know how I missed your question, I am so sorry!

But yes I'd be happy to make more! I've been on a vacation so I haven't been writing, but I'd love to!

Again sorry for missing this!

[aratedfreyjablog]

Thank you so much for that Solomon tears guide! I was about to pull my hair in frustration until I came across your post.

I do have another question though, how do you obtain pancakes for the shop? Is that a p2w feature or a higher level feature?

Thank you for your time again!

Hello! I'm glad that the post was useful!

To answer your question, pancakes can be obtained for all players, regardless being f2p or p2w, by selling either artifacts or tealeaves under Inventory.

When you go into Inventory and press under the "Tealeaves" or "Artifacts" tab you should be able to see the button that says "Organize"

Once you press "Organize", you can select which artifacts or tealeaves you want to sell. Then to actually sell those artifacts or tealeaves for pancakes, press "Sell".

For B-grade artifacts or tealeaves, you can get up to 5 pancakes.

A grade = 10 pancakes, A+ grade = 15 pancakes, and so forth.

I don't recommend selling any ARTIFACTS as you can use them to level-up other artifacts unless you have a ridiculous amount of the same artifact. Tealeaves are the best way to get the pancakes.

Hope this helps!

[maples-helping-paws]

hi! I have a couple of name suggestion requests and I was wondering if you'd rather I send them all together or in individual asks? I know some kin help blogs prefer them individually but I didn't see it specified anywhere so I figured I'd just ask!

personally i dont mind if theyre together or individual!! its whatever the requester prefers!! :3

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[weekly-eons]

Can you design a bug type eeveelution? I think it would be cute

I love designing eons and have made one of every type! I named the Bug one Papilleon! One of the first ones I ever made, and it has gone through some design changes over the years and still love my Royal Moth eon ❤️

[xinganhao]

xinganhao 🌟 shared a moment with you: "seungcheol x reader"

inspired by this baekhyun interaction on twitter.

[celestial-games]

do you have a rosy maple moth already?

I do :]

So far I think this is the only moth I've made ! The first of many :)

[misshoneyimhome]

This prompt screams William “seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place” 😭😭

Oh absolutely, love! That is so William 😜 Even though I feel like I’ve written this before… oh well, that won’t stop me from doing it again 🤭 I had several ideas fir this, but I was in a soft mood - so, who’s ready for some lazy, soft morning lovemaking with our boyfriend, wn88?

Tropes & warnings: William Nylander x reader, established relationship, morning sex, Smut 18+, unprotected sex (p in v - please, remember to wrap it up)

Word count: 2.1K

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Adore me, hold me and explore me I William Nylander

The warm morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across the room. You stirred under the covers, the soft sheets tangled around your naked body, and the tell-tale ache in your neck—a mix of tenderness and thrilling satisfaction—reminded you of the night before. A lazy smile curled your lips as you shifted closer to the warm, firm, naked body beside you, your fingers brushing against William’s chest. His skin felt like silk over muscle, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a comfort.

He was already awake, lounging against the pillows, the phone in his hand forgotten as his gaze settled on you. The tousled blonde strands of his hair caught the sunlight, making him look impossibly soft and radiant, though his blue eyes held a mischievous glint that hinted at anything but softness. 

“Morning,” you murmured, your voice husky with sleep. As you moved under the sheets, your body brushed fully against his, the warmth of his bare skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“Morning, älskling,” he replied, his voice deep and melodic. He set his phone aside and shifted closer, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered, trailing down your cheek to your neck, where he paused, his thumb ghosting over a particularly tender spot, and his smirk widening.

You froze slightly under his touch, the gentle pressure of his fingers that made last night’s memories flood back with vivid clarity. The way his mouth had teased and claimed you, the way his hands had roamed your body like he was memorizing every inch of it��it was all still etched into your skin, and clearly, he had noticed.

His lips quirked upward, his smirk growing wider. “Hmm,” he hummed, tilting his head as if in contemplation, his thumb brushing lightly over one of the faint marks. “Looks like someone had a good time.”

You swatted his hand away, laughing softly as you tried to hide your growing blush. “Oh, stop it. You’re so full of yourself,” you teased, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

William chuckled, his voice deep and rich, as he shifted his weight to lean closer. “Come on. You don’t like seeing the proof?” His tone was playful, but the way his eyes darkened hinted at something much more dangerous.

Your heart raced under his gaze. “It’s not like I can exactly hide them, thanks to you,” you replied, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

“Good,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that made the room feel even warmer. “I wasn’t trying to hide anything.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips grazing the marks on your neck, the soft touch sending shivers down your spine. “You don’t remember how these got here?” he murmured; his breath hot against your skin.

You swallowed hard, unable to suppress the wave of heat that surged through you. Oh, you remembered. You remembered how he’d kissed you last night like he couldn’t get enough, the way his hands gripped your hips as if he were anchoring himself to you. You remembered his breathless laughter against your neck, the sound of your name rolling off his lips like it was the only thing he cared to say.

“Of course, I remember,” you whispered, your voice almost too soft to hear.

William pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his own glimmering with a mix of playfulness and desire. 

“Good,” he said simply, his grin widening. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

And before you could respond, his lips were on your neck again, his kisses slow and deliberate as he trailed over each mark. You felt his body shift against yours under the sheets, the weight of him pressing you back into the mattress. The heat of his skin against yours was overwhelming, and when his teeth grazed the sensitive spots, you couldn’t hold back the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

“Will…” you whispered; your voice shaky as his kisses deepened. His body pressed closer, the sheets rustling around you as his slowly growing hardness brushed against your inner thigh. The heat of him sent a rush of electricity through you, leaving you breathless. His warmth enveloped you, his touch purposeful and unrelenting as his hands roamed your skin, caressing every curve like he was rediscovering you all over again.

His lips lingered on your neck, trailing over the love marks with a mixture of tenderness and hunger. “Mmm,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and thick with desire. “I think we can make a few more of these…” 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as your body arched into his. The sensation of him pressing against you, firm and insistent, made your pulse quicken. His hands slid lower, gripping your hips as his kisses travelled to the hollow of your collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot that made your breath hitch.

“Will…” you tried again, but the words dissolved into a soft moan as he shifted between your legs, forcing them apart as he aligned his length with your core under the sheets. The growing tension between you was palpable, each touch drawing you closer to the edge.

Then his lips found yours, capturing them in a kiss that was both demanding and full of reverence. His hands gripped the sheets on either side of you, the intimacy of his body against yours—the way his skin felt against yours, the weight of him pressing you deeper into the mattress—was intoxicating, moments blurring the lines between where he ended, and you began.

Your breaths mingled as his lips left yours, trailing down your jawline and back to your neck. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize every inch of your skin. His lips lingered on the marks he had left, the heat of his breath making you shiver as his hand slid from the sheets to your thigh. His touch was firm yet tender, his fingers spreading warmth wherever they roamed as they gripped your hip, anchoring you securely to him.

“Willy…” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his blue eyes searching yours for permission, for connection. The intimacy of his gaze made your breath hitch, and you reached up to cradle his face, nodding softly as a small smile graced your lips.

With painstaking care, he pressed his cock against your entrance. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of anticipation, heat, and the kind of vulnerability that only came with trust. Slowly, purposefully, he began to push inside you, his movements careful as he watched your face for every reaction.

The stretch was delicious, a perfect blend of ache and fullness that made your fingers tighten in his hair. A soft moan escaped your lips as he sank deeper, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece. His grip on your hip tightened slightly, grounding you as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the sensation.

“This feels good?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, tinged with concern despite the heat in his eyes.

You nodded, your hands sliding down his back to pull him closer. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, your voice breathless but certain.

A soft smile played on his lips before he leaned down, kissing you deeply, his body beginning to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was measured, unhurried, as though he wanted to savour every second, every sound you made, every tremor of your body beneath his.

The friction, the heat, the sheer closeness of him—it was intoxicating. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as his movements grew more confident, more insistent. His lips never strayed far from yours, alternating between soft kisses and whispered words that made your heart race even faster.

“You’re amazing. And you’re mine,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough and full of adoration. “I fucking love the way you feel… the way you let me love you.”

His words sent a fresh wave of warmth through you, and you arched into him, your hands clutching at his back as his rhythm quickened. The world around you faded into a blur of sensation—the sound of your breaths mingling, the way your bodies moved together, the undeniable connection that bound you in that moment.

As the tension built, your body responded instinctively to his, your nails grazing his shoulders as waves of pleasure began to crest. His name slipped from your lips in a breathless whisper, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. His gaze locked with yours, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire, the connection between you tangible and electric.

The rhythm of his movements deepened, deliberate and unrelenting, as he felt your body tighten around him. The sensation made him groan softly, his breath hitching as his own restraint began to waver. His hands gripped the sheets on either side of you, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back, determined to keep you teetering on the edge a moment longer.

“Willy…” Your voice broke, your body arching into his as the pressure became almost unbearable. “I’m gonna—” The words dissolved into a moan, your breath stolen as the pleasure overtook you, sending a ripple of sensation through every nerve.

He felt the change, your body trembling beneath him, and the way you clenched around him pushed him dangerously close to his own release. “That’s it, come for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice strained but soft, a reverence in his tone that made your heart swell even as your body was consumed by the overwhelming waves of pleasure.  

His movements faltered slightly, his own control slipping as the intensity of your release pulled him under. His head dipped, his lips finding the curve of your neck as he groaned against your skin, the sound low and guttural as his own climax surged through him. His hands left the sheets, one sliding to cradle your face while the other gripped your waist, holding you close as he poured himself into you completely.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The sunlight painted golden patterns across the room, your breaths mingling as your bodies remained entwined, hearts racing in unison. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as he caught his breath.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your shared intimacy. “I know,” you teased, your voice soft and playful despite the lingering haze of satisfaction.

A chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pulled out of you, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he wanted to prolong every second of your closeness. He shifted, pulling you into his embrace under the sheets. His arms wrapped around you, strong and protective, his chest a solid warmth against your back. His body moulded perfectly to yours, the sheets tangling further around your legs as he nestled into you.

“I’m never letting you go,” he murmured, his voice soft but resolute. His lips pressed a tender kiss to your temple, the warmth of his words sinking into your skin as surely as his embrace surrounded you.

You tilted your head slightly, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “Is that why you mark me?” you asked, your tone light but laced with affection.

“Of course,” he replied without hesitation, his voice tinged with pride. One of his hands moved, his fingers brushing gently over the fading marks on your neck. “You look perfect like this… with my marks on you. It’s like a little reminder that you’re mine.”

His words sent a shiver through you, the possessive edge tempered by the tenderness in his voice. You turned in his arms to face him, your eyes locking with his. The intensity of his gaze, the way he looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world, made your breath hitch.

“I don’t think I could ever forget that I’m yours,” you said softly, your hand reaching up to trace his jawline.

He leaned into your touch, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and filled with promise. When he pulled back, his smirk returned, playful but still full of adoration. “Good,” he said, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “But I think I’ll keep reminding you anyway.”

You laughed softly; the sound muffled as you buried your face in his chest. His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer. The warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the weight of his love wrapped around you like a cocoon.

And as the morning sunlight continued to filter into the room, you found yourself perfectly content, safe and cherished in the arms of the man who had left his mark on your heart as much as your skin.

[3416]

HIS CELLY FROM THIS ANGLE IS MAKING ME SO EMO.... we all needed that and he needed that. so deserved... and that goal was so fucking mitch too. 2 important defensive rushes against mcdavid of all fucking people and then a 2 on 1 up the ice where everyone will assume he's passing but no. he can shoot too, lmfao. it's such smart hockey, the kind he plays all the time, and i'm so happy he gets rewarded like that in such an important and clutch moment.

[bixels]

Hello!! I’m a really big fan of the Grand Galloping 20’s, especially of the design of Wígmuŋke! I’m working on a story of my own featuring a Lakota Sioux character and I was wondering what the process was for you, Mapel and Tulli in picking Wígmuŋke’s name? I’m native, but not American nor Lakota so I want to be respectful when I decide the name of my character. Do I need to take into account the gender of my character when deciding the name? Their age? Any advice at all will be greatly appreciated, keep up the fantastic work!!

I'm really the wrong person to ask. When researching for a AU name for Rainbow Dash, the only thing I learned was that it will be impossible for me to assign a good name because I'm missing a lifetime + thousands of years of context. I recommend reaching out/working with Native folks/artists who are willing. It can be DMing someone to ask for their input/advice or making a public post asking for feedback.

Remember that you're asking someone else to do a service for you. Consultation, even on names, is a service (I think some folks have a consultation fee). Many Native artists already receive a lot of OC-help requests so be polite and listen.

I had no hand in choosing Wígmuŋke’s name. Maple suggested it, told me their reasoning, and I said that sounds good.

[maplesyrupandgt]

i do wanna hear the hcs

Some Genshin Tum HCs

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while.. It’s a little disorganized but these are some thoughts i have:

Zhongli

geo, glowy warm

firm, but comfy

steady breaths when he remembers to

his purring resonates inside

he will get so comfortable with a tiny inside that he will forget they’re there

This often startles both him and prey when he drinks tea and it makes them squirm

sometimes he drinks tea on purpose to enjoy fluttery movements

Venti

glowy teal swirls

soft

grumbly tum

sometimes he'll play music for his guests to listen to

Childe

Abyssal Blue

Plushy

No glow

erratic heart rate when he's excited

he loves to poke at his prey, verbally and physically

Kokomi

soft bubbly

very plush and cushioning insides except when she’s anxious they get a bit tenser (give the bb belly rubs)

she is super delighted to host, but a little nervous prey won’t like it inside

she loves the weight of a little friend when she’s reading a book

Xiao

he grr

fairly average insides unless he is using his adeptal powers, then there's soft dark green glow like his ultimate

a little cooler than human body temperature

he needs rubs

Shenhe

colder as well

i feel like her and Xiao would have the bitter floral scent of qingxin flowers inside

firm

Shenhe's all well-intentioned, but she's a bit awkward about noms

She wants them but doesn't know how to ask so prey might have to offer themselves up

She doesn't speak much, but occasional light touches from the outside prove she's checking in

Kaeya

this is the warmest part of him

so soft you sink in - like a water bed

he won’t admit it but he often keeps his hand over his belly when there’s prey inside and they can feel it from within

[maple-sheep]

Being gay for greacie is so real.

Personally I like rasbi more but yeah!

I don't know if you want me to tell if that spoiler is real or not

Personally I don't care about spoilers, that's mainly why my gf says fake ones. If you wanna tell me you can, when I really like something I find it hard to not talk about it and accidently tell someone a spoiler.

Also when I first watched Rasbi I was talking to my gf about how much I like her and she joked about me leaving her to be with Rasbi, now she's teasing me about Graecie.

Also also, a random off topic thing but my gf was searching what the most popular MCYT ship was and she told me that number 2 was Grian x Hermits, as in all the other hermits, I would have thought it would have been Grumbo or Scarian lol.

[wardingshout]

would love to see your take on Maple from the Oracle games please ^^ good luck with your quest!

I had never actually seen her character art before today so this is completely off but her!

and thank you so much, I will do my absolute best! 💪

[tiger-balm]

soo important to me that this takes "doesn't like to talk" image the media has about him and reframes is as "doesn't want to talk TO YOU"