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[runningfrom2am]

moon river // part two

summary: people in lincoln county are dropping dead alongside their livestock, the wells are running dry and children are prompted from their beds to wander unconsciously in the night. billy has been hired as a last resort by the lawmen as a bounty hunter, charged with the task of hunting and killing the witch responsible in exchange for a reward and the clearing of his name. how could he turn that down?

pairing: william h. bonney x fem!reader

wc: 2k

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tags/warnings: witch!reader x bounty hunter!billy, warning for like,,, witchcraft and stuff i suppose?? mentions of death, minor amounts of gore and animal mutilation. devil worship and other supernatural/biblical tea. also angst. probably.

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To you, Billy was a reluctant friend slowly wrapping vines of ivy around your ankles and up your calves. You didn't mind the itch of his constant presence on your mind, especially when the final destination of its growth was your heart. You were too busy setting up the trellis to be concerned about keeping it trimmed, anyway.

He would come and go from your forest home like the change of seasons that turned more and more often as time went on. He'd sit with you while you tended the graves, and spend afternoons with you in your cabin while you baked fresh bread or cookies, willing to eat whatever you made even if he couldn't for the life of him figure out where your ingredients came from.

"You know," You hum one day, sitting on a blanket outside your little cabin that was almost as covered in ivy as you felt. "You are lucky the town isn't really cursed."

Billy scoffs out a laugh from his spot next to you, laid back on the blanket with his hat over his face to simulate a nap in the sun he wasn't truly taking. "Yeah, I'd say so."

"Well, of course, but what I mean is that you folks went about it all wrong." You explain, closing and placing the book in your lap to the side. "With a curse of that magnitude, typically it culminates with the casting witch's death. So if you had found them and killed them like you planned, it would've only gotten worse."

"Darlin', sounds like you're still pleading with me for your life." Billy chuckles, lifting his hat a little bit to be able to look over at you from beneath its shade. He's met with his favourite view, you, with the sunlight dancing off your skin and gleaming with the strength of your smile.

You roll your eyes playfully, gently picking up some stray leaves of grass from the blanket and tossing them aside. "I know you're not gonna kill me," You giggle, "and you know I'm not responsible."

"That I do." He confirms, pushing himself to sit up. He takes in the view surrounding your home, the trees that encase this little paradise made up of a small frog pond and an unsurprisingly extensive garden. You grew nearly everything you ate out here, the forest providing you with a perfect amount of sun to help them grow and rain to help them thrive. That's what he assumed, anyway.

"It is, anyway though. Gettin' worse." He mumbles after a few moments of contemplative quiet, helping you dust off the blanket and peeking casually over at the cover of your book. The Eldritch Arbetorum I. He knows less than nothing about what that means, but part of him wishes he could.

"The crops and such? I'm sorry to hear that." You frown, chewing on your lip while you think about it. Maybe there was something you could do, but you doubted the townsfolk would let you get close enough for a long enough period to try. "What about the animals?"

"Every week, like clockwork." Billy replies with a click of his tongue and the slightest shake of his head.

You chew on your lip, watching him closely. It's weighing on him, you can tell. From what he's told you he's a wanted man, yes, but he has a good heart. You know that much for sure. Even when he came all this way carting a bullet with your name, he was doing it to save people.

"What about..." You start, hesitating on how to ask this. "The local children? All are well?"

Billy scrunches up his nose a bit in thought, still avoiding your eyes. "Well enough, from what I know. None have died, at least. I hear whispers that some are sick."

Your cat, Dante, scurries through the grass and onto the blanket beside you, chirping toward you as he crawls up onto your lap. Instinctively you let your hands find comfort in his fluffy orange fur, taking in Billy's words.

The children are okay, that's all that really matters.

"Good, that's good." You say softly, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm sure they will recover well. I'll send you back with some tonic, if you would be willing to leave it with the parents. Something that should help."

"Yeah... yeah, that would be nice." Billy's already considering how exactly he would go about that- not many folks liked an outlaw dampening their doorsteps. Especially not to give them something for their kids to drink. He would have to leave it on the porch with a note, or something. Then it would be up to them to decide how desperate they were for a solution to their kids plight. "Why do you ask, though? About the kids."

Your eyebrows raise slightly in shock, and it takes you a second to respond. A second in which Dante takes the opportunity to glare at Billy, a low growl leaving his tiny form. He had yet to forgive Billy for trying to take his mom from him, though it was a mystery how he knew about that. Or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't met another living soul in the five years of his short life in which he had been out here in the woods with you, but Dante made it clear at every turn that he did not like your new friend.

You gently pat the cat's head to get him to stop, which he promptly does, before you come up with an answer.

"I was just wondering." You say, tilting your head with a smile that's mildly dismissive. "You know, if people are falling ill. I was hoping the kids would be spared."

"Yeah, fair enough." Billy agrees, his eyes darting between you and your fluffy orange companion. He tended to become a lot more skittish around Dante, ironically enough- but that likely came from being bit and swatted at by tiny claws one too many times over the last few weeks.

You reach over the edge of a blanket to a nearby flower blossoming from the healthy dirt that surrounded your home, swirling your hand around its unopened petals. Your action seems to encourage it to bloom, and Billy watches, his smile returning and the worried crease in his brow ceasing as you gently pluck the stem from the ground. "For you."

He was in awe of you at every turn, his cheeks flushing as he takes the flower from your extended hand. "Thank you, darlin'." He grins, turning the stem to look at it before looking up at you again. "I ain't ever been given a flower before. That's sweet of you."

He brings it up to his nose to smell its purple petals in a somewhat dramatic gesture before grabbing his hat and tucking it under the black ribbon around the outside. "You like it?" He asks as he places it back on his head.

"Yeah." You giggle, nodding as you look at the new accessory to his hat. It wouldn't last forever, but for now, it was cute. Even as it further blurred the lines of what your relationship was. Though, that was mostly your doing by gifting him a flower in the first place. "Purple is a good colour on you, I think."

"Ah, thanks, sunshine." He chuckles, removing the hat to examine it further. "It suits you a bit more, I'm not much for colours myself."

"You like blue, though." You reply, pleased to move on from the anxiety inducing topic of the problems going on in town. "And that red sweater."

"That's true." He admits, shrugging slightly. "My ma always dressed me in blue, though. She gave me that sweater too, matter of fact."

"A mother's touch, I see. She had good taste. As most mothers do." You say, with that same lighthearted tone that keeps him coming back to visit you. That, among a variety of other things, being just about everything about the energy you exude in waves. A silent battle he's been waging in his mind for a long time now; whether you get your power from the forest or if it gets it from you. Secretly, he's leaning toward the latter.

The topic of his family was something he hated breaching in the best of times, but your voice, sweet like honey in his ears makes it easier. You seem to do that with everything you touch.

When the skies outside of the forest started darkening in the coming weeks, perpetually clouded but never granting the county a drop of its refreshing rain, people got more anxious. It was like a palpable negativity in the air, crowding the increasingly empty main street. It was nearly always quiet, never a direct threat but people were packing up and leaving based on the energy in the air alone- and Billy couldn't blame them in the slightest.

It was noon, around midday, he was sure- when the overcast and dim sky provided enough cover for a break in. About twenty yards prior he'd dismounted to lead her, after she started to get clearly irritated and not want to take the worn path they normally did to get to the edge of your forest.

The sound of glass shattering at a nearby home drowns out the crickets song, making Billy turn his head toward the commotion coming from the ranch home not far off. Then the screaming, a woman's scream- the scream of a mother losing a child, a cry he had heard before and rocked him to his core in a way that made his stomach turn and his feet move in that direction against his will.

Dante alerted you to Billy's near arrival, high pitched meows quickly approaching the porch as he hops up onto the window sill in your little cottage kitchen.

"Oh, hush- it's just Billy." You scold him with a slight laugh, reaching up to ruffle the cats fur. The insistent meows continued, and you could feel the prick of his upturned hairs, which told you something was wrong, this time. It was Billy though, you could feel his energy in the air. The usual dreary grey feeling of loss and loneliness normally overshadowed by his cheerful blue, the weight of his good intentions falling dull to the sadness this afternoon.

You glance out the window, brow furrowing slightly as you quickly hang the last few bits of lavender to dry on the twine to be draped over the rafters this evening. Brushing your hands off on the front of your skirt and hurrying to the door, you're not sure what happened or what you're about to be met with, but Dante follows dutifully.

"Billy?" You call, just as he comes into the clearing, having forced his horse to carry him quicker through the trail he would normally take on foot, through the thick trees and branches that this time parted to let him through.

He jumps down from his horse, narrowly avoiding falling into your little pond and disturbing the family of toads you know don't like to be unsettled during the late afternoon.

You reach out with a slight wince, but relax when he steps over the edge of the water in his effort to get to you, digging into his pocket and holding out his flask with urgency as he grabs your upper arm, startling you away from your relief that the toads would be okay.

Billy's eyes are wide, hair mussed under his hat and breathing slightly shallow as you look up at him with a confused furrow to your brow.

"Can you tell me what's in here?"

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[burr-ell]

Ppl are so fucking weird about narrative meta and it's solely bc it doesn't cater to ships. The ship isn't the center of the narrative and therefore when we talk abt the story in broad strokes they take any neutral writing observation and treat it like bitter screeing and crazy hate even though frankly speaking I don't think pointing out patterns is emotionally charged

So this ask is almost a year old and I am VERY sorry to the anon who sent it, but it's also interesting to me to consider how things have changed in that time. I got this a couple weeks after Imogen/Laudna became canon and I had been subject to some stan harassment because I disliked it, and after a bit of conversation about the whole thing I just shrugged and moved on. And yet for a not-insignificant portion of the ship's fandom, it feels as though everything that has happened between Imogen and Laudna since then has been just...quietly ignored. (I distinctly recall one of the hateful anons I received lecturing me about how "Im*dna is the heart of the campaign", and uh...how you doin these days, bud?)

Like, I've very recently blocked the majority of loud stan voices on Twitter, but it's telling to me that so many people proclaim to be these deranged fanatics about the ship and yet hardly acknowledge anything that's happened. And it could be that it's because prior to episode 89 nothing interesting had happened, but they still had moments; they had that dance on the pirate ship and the lap pillow and the comforting after the shard incident. But you'd hardly even know those moments happened—everyone's pfp is still a screenshot of Laura from episode 65, the bios all still read #IMOGENTEMULT: "can i kiss you?", and all the fanart is generic hugs or kisses and the occasional buff cowboy Imogen with damsel Laudna. So many emoji combinations include the ring when it's been referenced more often out of game than in it!

And meanwhile, the people who were vocally critical of the ship—many of whom, I think it bears observing, are queer women, women of color, neurodivergent women, or some combination thereof—have been having the time of our lives ever since 3x89 and especially 3x95. We've been asking for conflict the whole time and finally got it and surprise! We're enjoying ourselves! I think you'd be hard-pressed to find someone in this corner who's turned into a classic OTP-type shipper, but we're engaging with this narrative and are interested in where it goes because it finally gave us something to do. We're also focused on everything else in the campaign, because it has an intriguing plot, an engaging villain, fun worldbuilding, and five other interesting protagonists.

If you got into the campaign because you wanted to watch a good story, you may have had trouble in the beginning, but if you stuck it out you're probably having a good time vibing with the moon. But if you got into this campaign because you thought the most important thing in the world was making sure Imogen and Laudna end up in their skinnyass white girl cottage baking cookies and shopping for Zhudanna and exchanging the uwu softest of kisses and handholds? You'd probably like very much for the campaign to have ended in July 2023. But it hasn't, and I think the campaign rather forcefully demonstrating once again that it is out of the audience's control is a disquieting thought in those circles. And if you're the type of person who felt Imogen and Laudna's constant fawning and inability to have uncomfortable conversations was not only romantic but aspirational, you're not likely to want to sit with disquieting thoughts.

[ratsoks]

If it's no problem, could you do a Villain Deku x reader where reader has Depression and anxiety and gets triggered by loud noises that sound argumentative or like said person is disappointed in them? And they overthink things & think they are a disappointment and they aren't enough and can't do anything right, all that good stuff. They also struggle with remembering to drink water and sometimes skip a meal. The loud noises could just be people yelling at each other or at them. If you could do something like that and it be a fluff that'd be amazing <3

Oh, and of the things that help calm them down is listening to music and they have a very slight shake in there hand and they also appogize A LOT. They also have very shitty memory so, sometimes they forget things and scold themselves for doing so.

Srry if this is all confusing or unspecific. I was just jotting ideas for this down 😅 I hope this made sense and it would be amazing if you could do it, no pressure and you don't have to if you don't want too-

a/n — SORRY IVE DISAPPEARED FOR MONTHS uhh has it been a year........ blinks BHWAHGAH burnout is crrazzyzyy BUT IM ON SUMMER BREAK NOW so hopefully ill be able to write more thumbs up emoji anyways TY FOR REQUESTING ANON!!!!!! i love details pls don't apologize for specifying what u want :) gender — neutral (no pronouns mentioned) warnings — depression, anxiety, mentions of breakdowns, mentions of medications, mentions of forgetting to eat, mentions of yelling

bro THIS MAN growls barks howls at the moon

he's fucking WHIPPED

he would do anything for you anyways, but????? you crying??????? he just???????? combusts?????

whether you cry a lot or you don't, midoriya is always there to wipe your tears away with gentle gloved hands. a warm drink of your preference would be pressed into your palms, and the man would never pressure you to tell him what was on your mind unless you wanted to SNIFFLES

he himself has never liked loud noises—the loud explosions coming from bakugou's hands has always unnerved him ever since he was four—but it never got to the point where he was triggered by it

in some way, when he first encounters you getting triggered, he feels mildly prepared on what to do, but at the same time, comfort differs for everyone.

he knew what he liked when he got upset, but the same couldn't be said for you

he didn't want to trigger you any further

tldr MY MAN WAS NERVOUS HBWAHAH

if you're not touch-averse during times of distress, he would take your hand in his and gingerly stroke the back of your hand with his gloved thumb

if you don't like touch, he'll hang back and talk to you softly, whispering encouraging words and maybe even humming a gentle song in order to calm you down

when it comes to self-deprecating thoughts, izuku is always there to help you

constant reassurances are made, and izuku vehemently stamps out any sort of thought that nobody likes you

while he doesn't want anyone to like you except for him, he can make some exceptions for his precious angel

depression often makes it hard for you to be able to do anything, such as brushing your teeth, drinking water, or even getting out of bed

izuku is able to coax your sheet-encased form out from the bed and into a warm bath with him, lighting some candles and pouring some bubbles in the water

depression also fucks up your sleep schedule; you either sleep way too much or not at all, but no matter what, izuku makes sure that you don't mess it up too bad

he wakes you up when you've slept for at least seven hours (will occasionally let you sleep for more but too much is bad for u) and will sing/soothe you to sleep when you can't

you feel terrible for keeping him up at night bc like!!!! ur such a nuisance!!!!!! dawg what why would you stay up w me im such a bad person!!!!!!!!!

and he's like >:(((( babe >:(((((( tf do u mean ur a bad person >:((( honey UR GORGEOUS and then he will proceed to pepper u with kisses all over ur face bc he's a great boyfriend :)

he will rob every single bank in japan just to get u a decent pair of headphones and i will stand by this fact until the day that i expire

since listening to music calms you down, headphones are a must in his eyes!!! even if you don't use them a lot, or even at all, deku always likes to be prepared :))) it never hurt anyone :))))))

if meds are prescribed to you, izuku will make sure you take them whenever needed

all in all he's like the best boyfriend ever mwa

he may be a villain but he's not evil!!!!!!! god!!!!!!!! get with the times broski

[ask-moonbig]

my followers... place questions on my alter and I shall answer....

I have spread my reach from Hermitcraft onto the place my believers call... Tumblr?

the hermits of "boatem" that refer to themselves as mooners wanted to more about me so they placed slips of paper with questions onto my alter and I received them

You may call me "moon" or "moonbig", I do not have a preference. Hm? My pronouns? Oh, she/it works fine.

Stay in my good graces.

OUT OF CHARACTER INFO - DO NOT SEND ASKS BEFORE READING

everything out of character will be marked with OOC!

I am -not- connected to Hermitcraft and take everything I say as a headcanon. I am not actually the moon.

This is based on the moon from Hermitcraft season 8! I also run the @where-is-moon-big blog if you want more moon content.

You can call me Moonlover, MoonMod or just Mod and my pronouns are they/them

Fair warning, a lot of this is going to have religious undertones bc the mooners are a religion. I myself are atheist and nonreligious so if I accidentally say somthing that is inappropriate in regards to religion please tell me and I will take it down or edit.

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Answering asks: #ask moonbig and #moonbig whispers

non-ask posts: #moonbig whispers

OOC updates: #moonlover speaks

Long form non ask writings: #the moon's logbook

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sign anons with emojis or a name

Before sending lore asks read this post so you understand this character's lore and backstory

cursing is fine, I think it's funny. If you're a repeating anon please let me know if you are uncomfortable with me swearing to you. (I have the language of a sailor, I apologize)

Everything Moon says will be normal text like:

it's not a cult I swear

Everything I say will be normal text and marked with ooc like:

((OOC: send some asks pls))

All actions will be marked with <> like:

<she sighs and flicks her hair back dramatically>

thank you! I don't assume this blog will get much activity but I love asks and rp so I started this to join the community of ask blogs and to show love to my favorite hermitcraft member/hj

<3

[thematchstickever]

oh don't worry, names are irrelevant where I'm from. I'm not sure if I should take your confusion as a compliment or not.

and, i'm sorry to hear you've had a bad day, match, if that's any solice.

oh, and, before I forget... thanks for answering that. this confuses me slightly. you communicate with us in different forms sometimes.

also, in terms of what I am? let's just say it's something you're better off not knowing. I've already said to much in terms of it anyway.

-🌙 anon

Ur meant to ask things, yknow! But like it's fine. Am I like rlly gonna be the one asking u? Kinda defets the perpuse of my blog. Well maybe. Like maybe itll be fun. Omg, like, dont tell me what u r, I wanna like figur it out!!!! R u God? Oh god. R u God. I'm cooked. Pls don't be God. Also like u won't even give me a name???? Like ill give u 1 then. Um. Like. Well! U use a moon emoji thing. So like. Lunar. Omg lunar that's so cute!!! Hi lunar xxx r u God?

[chim-chim1310]

The vedic astrology girlie here.

You see, vedic astrology is derived from the Indian religious texts - the Vedas. The gods and goddesses that rule over and protect the nakshatras are described in there. Nakshatras also have the energy of these deities and people's life events resemble of the deities of their nakshatras.

The most important planet in a person's birth chart is his moon. It has the biggest effect on a person. Jimin has a Rohini nakshatra moon.

We have 27 nakshatras after the 27 spouses of the moon god. Every nakshatra is the god's spouse. Rohini is the favourite spouse. She is the youngest of the wives, known for her captivating singing, dancing, beauty and charms. She was also really smart.

The moon spent so much time with Rohini and loved her so much that he forgot about all other 26 wives which made them jealous and bitter. They even complained about it to another powerful god and he made the moon god sign a contract that he would spend time with each of his wives.

So, the story of Rohini also applies to those who have personal placements in this nakshatra. These people often attract an insane amount of jealousy but also attention. They are very attractive and artistic. Have quite youthful appearance. Known for their soft and romantic facial features. Very loved and sought after, sensual. You see where I am going? And the Marylin Monroe-Jimin comparison is kinda funny. She has a Rohini nakshatra placement but in her case it's her sun in Rohini. Lately I've seen a lot of comparison of Jimin and Cillian Murphy, and guess what? He's a Rohini sun, too.

And coming back to Jimin's Mula ascendant. Nakshatras also have their own celestial object that rules over them. Mula's ruler is the supermassive black hole that is located in the center of our galaxy. Our galaxy LITERALLY revolves around it and everything is attracted to this black hole because of its' gravitational force. Black holes are mysterious scary fuckers that physicist have been obsessing over for decades. People with Mula nakshatra are the center of people's attention as well. They leave strong impression and tend to attract connections.

Also let me tell you that Jimin's chart indicates A LOT of hidden enemies, secrets, obsession and jealousy from people. But the interesting thing is that all these themes come together in the Jyeshta nakshatra. Jyeshta is known as the king of the nakshatras. The fighter and the winner who destroy its' enemies. So, one way or another Jimin's gonna come out as the winner. His chart kinda gives off the vibes of the last survivor (both mula and jyeshta indicate it and both of these nakshatras are very prominent in his chart). Btw, he also has insane abilities for manifestation lol.

There is also so much more to tell about his chart (especially his chitra nakshatra sun and the way his chick|snake emoji is related to his rohini moon). He has quite hard but very powerful chart.

Oh god!! This is so interesting!

I love reading about this. And it matches jimin perfectly. Woww.

You're amazing anon.

[visionthefox]

Hi! Long time since I've wrote something.. and to differentiate from other anons I will now sign with a pineapple emoji.

Regarding the show on the emotional episode that the other anon talked about I think the reason Sun doesn't say anything and this just my personal idea is that because he has a lot of self doubt and thinks he is a burden to his siblings he doesn't say that (heck that episode hit me hard because I've lived through the same things, not like sun but the experience I resonated with it).

In the previous episode Sun was trying to tell them that he was cleaning the barrels (when they wanted to watch a movie) and Earth and Moon were soo entertained with a bouncy donut, and all they said to him where something a long the lines of "you need to take a break, you need to stop, it's not good to be cleaning them, we will get rid of them" so they never acknowledged that he was going through something. They are thinking that everything is a-ok, but maybe it looks like that because sun is not saying they are just seeing a person with OCD just cleaning away the barrels and not a person who is having psychotic episodes (seeing things, hearing and feeling that they are real). Sun needs help.

Moving on to newer episodes, I think that because of what sun is going through he didn't want Moon to leave for a week (a month for moon [don't ask why, but wibbly wobbly timey whimy stuff]) to build the satellite with good Eclipse.

With Eclipse he haven't seen much about him talking about Francine (i think that's how you write that name idk and idc) he has given up on her, because the mimic and funtime freddy have plans and they basically told Eclipse to step the eff back or they will tell everyone about who he really is. Yesterday's episode was talking about Eclipse going to Earth to pass a message to Sun and Moon about "how he is going to become a better person" and Earth is telling him over and over the same phrase "actions speak louder than words" and Eclipse was basically getting fed up because she is not willing to pass the message. In the end Eclipse gets mad and says something "You know your brothers have killed Sun has and Moon has, oh they haven't told you, I wonder why?" and other things happened one of them was having Earth becoming fed up on who Eclipse was treating her.

Another recent episode is that they have a crazy fan-girl named Hatsune Miku, like ok... but that whole episode I think it was a way to make fun of how fans are talking about the show and episodes how she sees everything, and she is crazy for moon how he is a comfort character and when she is left alone with sun she says "you ruined moon, you ruined my comfort character, you got rid of his magic" and sun replies with "oh you're one of those fans" and a little bit of back and forth how she is in the comment section, on discord to then say "I do listen and vocal the majority, well not the majority but the minority that were mad at first and now we are simmering waiting for moon to get his magic back,..." Also this "Miku" told sun he always cries a lot and if she wanted to watch that she would search people crying on youtube. And Sun is trying his best to be her friend. Sorry for the long post...

-🍍-

well hello pineapple anon <3 ! I got half way the ask when suddently you mention a Francine I had to stop,,, who is they?? Im.. confused, but not because of your writting but the whole Eclipse meeting more ppl..? aah im confused... also.. is the whole re writting of the universe still a thing? did they fixed that already?? also ye ye saw the miku by someone else post..and ok, let me be an ass here, I think davis just dislike that people is not clapping at him like they used to do,, lie of course, there is ppl who hate watch, idk why but my dudes.. the show clearly makes no sense at this point, there is no more lore, no more to do, they reach an high and now what? there is nothing more, if anything, they will use the ruind dlc model as a new bad guy but.. that feels cheap now I feel like davis may be a bitter by this opinion , so they make this miky character to "make fun" of people like me, yes im a Moon fan, yes I do blame Sun for few things but also, I know this is no longer a "friends proyect" so now I put my eyes on Davis or who ever runs the show.. this feels like that part in the actors vid, where they made someone complain of the use of "clothes" or something and he was mad.. like, that was clearly a joke on those who get mad when a model is used with no permission.. and.. can you see how dumb shit that it? right now they only run in circles, Sun's character do have reasons to close up and not open up, been there.. well still Im , I dont open up often , but also.. the reason why we , or me personally , didnt open up is because I didnt felt that safe, I got used to be talked over or looked down so it was hard to open up now I feel safe, and I feel like a can open up because I got around ppl that listen.. of course, earth and Moon may care, but still, are strangers to Sun.. Moon is someone new, it will take time to Sun to feel safe.. and that is.. something.. I still dont like to see Sun is distress because is ilogical, he can actually be fixed, he is a robot - he may feel and act human but the thing is.. he is not.. sadly he is just wires and metal, so he could maybe get a check up,, yes is not an emotional fixing, but it can help him to see if he actually is damage , or just hurting.. idk, thats my take on this, I walked away for a reason, and im glad I did

[scribbleseas]

Hi!! Hope ur having a nice day/night so far! <3

I honestly just wanted to say how I absolutely love ur work- I CANT EVEN FIND WORDS TO EXPRESS IMY LOVE FOR IT PROPERLY- BUT I'LL TRY MY BESTT-😭😭

At first I was just going thru the black butler fandom tags to find a good fanfic, when I stumbled upon ur work. At first glance it was intimidating to jump into a whole new famfic with multiple chapters, but honestly I'm *SOO* glad I did!

I haven't been caught up with any new chapters since I've last read it but, nonetheless all I can say is that ur work/writing is a whole *experience*🤌✨. And I mean it in every sense. Even tho it's been well over a month or so since I've read it I can still remember the scenes that play out; coupled with your beautiful writing that genuinely makes it seem like I'm transported into ur story ur telling. All the feels, the scenarios are still stuck in my mind when I think back to your work and honestly I don't think I'll ever find anything else which could even come close to replicating what I felt when I read ur work.

I cannot ever find the exact words or thank you enough for how you've been able to help me find an escapism in ur heavenly writing that should really be called an art form. (Srsly I'm not even joking-). And I definitelyy plan to re-read all ur chapters from start to finish during my holidays.

I honestly really reallyyy admire how ur able to articulate things so well with ur words. Once I started reading, I was sucked in and I couldn't stop reading, to the point that I think I just binge read ur chapters in one day. Honestly I might have gotten up the next day just to read what happens next.

So sorry for the long letter of sorts, I guess I just had a lot to say once I started writing and I hope you've been taking care of urself, mental and physical health as well! Sending u all the love and support in whatever u do and wherever u are <33

(P.S. it's my first time ever writing anything to the author and I honestly hope it didn't come off as weird or creepy or anything-)

- .⁺‧₊✧

Hi, .⁺‧₊✧ Anon!!

Let me just say, oh my god!!

I literally almost cried the first time I read this. I can’t believe you would take the time to sit down and write me such a kind message. I’m so touched that I’m struggling to convey how grateful I am, like I can’t believe you like it so much and I’m absolutely over the moon that you do. I really can’t thank you enough for this ask. All of it. Every syllable, letter, and emoji, lol.

I’m also going to be real: you sent this at the perfect time because I’ve been really struggling with motivation to work on the next chapter. I’ve felt both uninspired and overwhelmed as a first-year in college atm. (Especially because it’s midterm season, gross.) This kind of message was exactly what I needed to help me feel like my work is really there for people, and it’s the quality that I work so hard to make it. I feel much more inspired to pick up my fic outline and my chapter 17 Google Doc and actually get to work. I’ve been putting it off because I hate forcing myself to write— it never comes out good.

But this was exactly what I needed to feel refreshed and ready to start tackling the problems/roadblocks that I’ve run into while I (more intricately) plan out the last 2 chapters in this fic. Who knew, it’s actually pretty tough to wrap up a story!

It means so much that this storyline and its characters are resonating with you, too! I love that TIP is a story that youn can think about when you need a little bit of escapism. That’s literally me, like all the time— that’s where a lot of the ideas for this story came from!!

I’m really so choked up over your whole message, before I sat down to write this message, I came back to re-read it easily five times before I thought I could properly write about the happy tap-dance my heart does when I read it. You didn’t come off as weird or creepy at all, just extremely kind and just amazingly supportive. I’m really grateful that my writing has garnered such sweet and amazing people like you to read it and give me such lovely and well thought out feedback. It’s not something I expected, at all, being a novice fic writer with a brand-new Tumblr, and a slowburn Black Butler fic. And it’s certainly nothing I expected when I first thought of this plot like…six years ago! In middle school!

Anyways, I write for all of you, and feedback like this just warms my heart.

Thank you so much for your love, support, and faith in me. I’m so honored <3

- Dan

[salt-clangen]

What sort of enrichment do the different clans have?

-Dragon Emoji Anon

I’m interpreting this as games/fun activities, if you meant it in a different way just lemme know and I’ll answer it

So each clan has a different view of working vs playtime.

Oakclan is very much ‘you should be productive even while doing leisurely activities’. So you wanna paint? We’ll paint some pottery that’s going up for trade or teach the kits and apprentices how to paint. They still have fun just for the sake of fun but most of their free time will be spent ‘doing’ something over just goofing around.

Honeyclan is the opposite in that ‘you should be having fun even while working’ so they take a lot of breaks during the day to do something they enjoy, productive or not.

Duskclan may shock you as they believe that ‘you work where you work and play where you play’ they don’t believe leisure time has to be productive. They typically spend less time than the other clans goofing off, but when they do there’s no deadline or production quota hanging over them. They know that when they ‘click out from work’ it’s for good.

Saltclan is a mish mash of Oak and Dusk (obv Wolf, Shadow, and Snow influencing) but they lean towards being productive even when having fun as they have minimal resources and can’t afford to fall behind.

So onto games/activities!

The clan cats, while being busy bodies, aren’t above playing classic games from their kittenhood with each other. That means mossball chasing, tag, keep away, hide and seek, etc are all normal games you can see any cat playing. Some cats are more competitive and will race over long distances or spar with each other, this is usually done with rivals at after gatherings for bragging rights or second helpings of the food.

I wanna incorporate holiday like events (similar to @rippleclan) that the clans celebrate together. I’ll keep it simple and just make it 4 times a year the clans will celebrate the season changes (Harvest moon for leaf fall obv, Longest Day for green leaf, First Frost for leaf bare, and Melting Day for new leaf).

That way we can see the competitions each clan presents and it can even correspond with when each clan was founded. Duskclan was founded in Leaf fall, Honeyclan in green leaf, Oakclan in leaf bare, and Saltclan in new leaf. There would also be all day gatherings to trade and cook meals together.

Other activities you may see, that aren’t ‘games’, is painting (both objects and each other), flower arrangement/crowns, singing songs while jumping/dancing, re-enactments/theatrical story telling, playing instruments, shadow puppets, swimming/lounging in water, gambling with trinkets/snacks on a game called red-fall (an odd number of bark ‘chips’ are painted red on one side and put into a turtle shell bowl shaken and then thrown onto a circle drawn in dirt and a cat bets on how many chips will be red side up), wood carving, ‘pelt shaping’ (like taxidermy but only the pelt and it’s draped over wooden ‘bones’), whistling, stretching/yoga, meditation (usually as a group with a guide), and ‘Paw and Prey’ (it’s the 3 card Monte/Cup and balls game but with 3 wood carved cups with handles and a lil snack that the winner gets if they guess correctly).

Over all cats are social creatures who like routines with small controlled changes that stimulate their mind. Games with kits and apprentices are encouraged to ‘hone a skill’ like hunting, tacking, fighting, gathering, or speaking, while adult cats aren’t expected to do the same and can goof off without it being a lesson.

And each clan has their favorite games/ activity. Duskclan likes competitive physical games, gambling games, re-enactments, and meditation/yoga. Oakclan likes wood working, painting, pelt shaping, gambling, and playing instruments. Honeyclan likes painting, singing/dancing, meditation, flower arrangements, and meditation/yoga.

Let me know if you’d like to know any specific cat’s favorite past times.

[onyxandemerald]

My Daily Read!

I've been so caught up cleaning up my inbox I've been neglecting my own daily read. Hekate's Day is tomorrow (!!) so I did this reading to reach out to her. Spread guides are here, this one is "Crossroads with Hekate" (but with my own personal spin!)

A handful of months ago I did a reading together with my family. The question was essentially "what do I bring to the table?" or maybe more like, "what niche do I fill in our relationship web?" Each of us pulled a card, and I barely remember what everyone else's were, but mine was Nine of Cups. I say 9 is my lucky number, and during that time I had been going through a strong period of emotional growth. I felt like this card was trying to tell me that my contribution to my family was my emotional strength and that if I just loved them hard enough, everything would be okay. Fast forward to very recently- many of these (found) familial relationships have fallen apart. Some of it I know is my fault, but I also feel like the majority of it is out of my control. Seeing it reversed in the space of the maiden makes me feel like I failed. I really did try my hardest but its just another reminder that I can't love the fear out of people who aren't ready to release that yet. I just end up screaming at walls. My own emotional wounds still need work.

This development has made me realize that I haven't been taking my values and boundaries as seriously as I need to, which has gotten me into this situation more than once. I've been minimizing myself to fit into another person's tiny expectation of me, again. I refuse to follow this path for even a minute longer. I'm using this dark event to destroy anything that stands in the way of my success and my fulfillment, and I am reconnecting with the things that bring me joy and fill me with passion. I think The King of Wheels is telling me that I am on the right path, and my values are real and true. That I need to honor myself more particularly. Maybe I do know what I'm doing. I would like to surround myself with more people who do the same.

And our good friend Ace of Snakes. I feel like I see a crone looking back at me, telling me to embrace this transformation, even if it is a difficult one. I haven't even moved yet and already I miss my friends. I feel invisible in my own home. Its time for me to shed this and find something new. There's nothing left here for me.

I always hate seeing Judgement XX reversed, too... "Who am I at this crossroads?" I'm scared, I'm unsure, I feel lost. Should I just get over myself and apologize? How do I know mental illness isn't lying to me again? Am I actually in the right here or was this entirely my fault from the beginning? I guess there's no way to know. I guess the only way out is to find out.

I have a real bad tendency to be lazy, and then when I realize how stagnant I've been, I freak out and overwhelm myself again. My Fire can be fairly unbalanced in this way. My path forward is paved with good ol' fashioned determination, passion, and hard work; Three of Wheels. If you want something that badly, you make it happen. I will work tirelessly until I find where I belong.

I do free 2-card tarot readings (anon on Moon Days) if you sign off with your favorite emojis! DM me for PWYW complex readings like this, or check out my Etsy store to support a starving artist in these trying times. Loving kindness 🐂🌻

[acatalystrising]

Heya! For the emoji asks: 🙈 something they’re shy about asking for? Maybe for a twinkyoung! Boba, bc I can't see older Boba being ashamed of much (but perhaps I'm wrong?.. 👀)

ps: don't forget to drink water and stretch!

Hey anon! Thank you SO much for the request! I had sooo much cleaning this weekend for Thanksgiving prep, I was finally able to get back to writing. This is SUCH a great request because it gives me the chance to explore a side of Boba that not many people see.

I’ve been rewatching TBOBF yet again so between that and this question, I actually DO think older Boba would carry a sense of shame. He’s strong, powerful, and all that but he also is learning more about himself, who he is, who he’s been, and who he wants to be. Yes, he can be confident and commanding - we love that about him - but there’s hidden wounds that still exist beneath the mental walls harder than any beskar…wounds that need healing, too.

So without further ado, here’s a fun little exploration of all that! This is SFW, just with a lot of angst and fluff - I hope you like it! 💚🖤

Boba Fett had a certain quiet strength to him, even when he was simply standing, reading a room.

This strength didn’t diminish in the slightest when you two were alone.

You leaned against the stone railing of his balcony, the carved rock cool to the touch now that the suns had set. He stood beside you, green beskar glinting in the moonlight, brows furrowed as he looked out over the Dune Sea, mind wandering further then you wagered you���d ever travelled.

Your gaze roved the moon-washed dunes, tracing the shadows carved into the sand. You adjusted your poncho so it better shielded you from the cold even as a million thoughts raced in your mind. What all had he endured in his time after his escape from the Great Pit of Carkoon? What happened that changed such a hardened man? What losses did he carry on his shoulders?

“You look beautiful tonight.” His deep, rumbling voice broke you from your thoughts.

You turned your gaze from the desert to those dark, warm eyes. He was watching you, stern expression betraying a soft fondness you only ever saw when he looked at you.

“Thank you,” you dipped your gaze shyly, even as he shifted to fully face you, lifting a hand to gently caress your cheek. “So do you.”

He huffed, more of an exhalation of breath then a reply, but you quickly understood the dismissive response to your words.

“You do. I’m not just saying that,” you placed your hand over his, leaning into his touch. “One of these days you’ll have to believe me.”

Boba merely hummed a response, leaning down to capture your lips in his. You pressed into his armored chest to deepen the kiss, the beskar cool against your skin.

This was the game you played.

A dance of stolen, passionate kisses, gazes that burned like embers in the dark - but it never went further then that. You weren’t certain if it was simply a lack of attraction or hesitancy to get involved in a relationship, but it ate at you, even though you were like an addict, unable to stop returning for more.

“Boba,” your voice was soft when you both parted for breath, and he watched you closely, gauging your every movement. “Do you…like me?”

His dark brows flew up in what you registered as shock. “Of course I do, mesh’la. Very much so.”

You nodded, registering his words and running every action, every moment, through your mind. Then what was it? What were you missing?

“You’re upset,” he placed a hesitant hand on your arm, the warmth of his gloves welcome on your cool skin. “If I’ve done something wrong…please tell me.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…” you felt a blush creep to your cheeks, unable to stop it from surfacing. “We’ve been seeing each other for a little while now. I just wasn’t sure what you…what we, wanted. You know, where we wanted this to go.”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, lips pursed in thought. He lifted his hand from your arm, instead opting to cup your cheek, eyes nearly glittering in the dark.

“What is it that you want?” He raised a brow, the corner of his lip curving in a small smile despite the seriousness of his question.

You. You wanted to say. You, wholly and completely. All of you, all you have to give. Equally, I want to give you all I have. You, who deserves love, too.

His thumb brushed over your lip, making you shiver - a warmth curling through your body and coiling between your legs. Stars, no one made you feel the way Boba Fett did.

You. You were afraid to say, worried he’d reject you. You, you…

“You.” You weren’t sure what prompted you to speak your mind, his touch or your burning desire to know the answer and enough mad bravery for two seconds. “You make me feel safe, loved, seen…and I don’t know what you want. How far you want this to go…but I need to know where we want this to go.”

Before it’s too late and I see you as home…

“Oh, mesh’la,” the touch on your cheek turned to a caress, and his eyes carried a softness that nearly made you want to weep. He sighed, chin dipping, gaze flicking away from yours. “I want you too. Badly. But…I’m old. I’m not…”

He fell silent, something you could have sworn was shame flitting in his downturned gaze.

Stars, was Boba Fett, of all people, worried that you would reject him? He was always so strong, so immovable, you’d never thought that he’d think he wasn’t enough.

“I’m scarred, little one,” his voice was impossibly rough, quieter. “Haven’t been with anyone since the sarlacc. You deserve someone younger, not an old bounty hunter.”

Oh Maker, now it all made sense. Boba was afraid. Afraid that he couldn’t satisfy you, even though you had a very strong inkling he would.

“Boba,” you mirrored his gesture, this time placing your hand on his cheek, encouraging him to meet your gaze. “I’m not here out of pity. You are strong - the strongest person I’ve ever known. My feelings for you aren’t cheap, and I’m not expecting any more then what you want to give. But…I will ask you - what do you want?”

He hummed, moving his hand from your face to the back of your head, drawing you closer to him with a smile so genuine you swore it would rattle the stars.

“I want you, if you’ll have me,” his voice was soft yet rang with desire, so gentle despite the strength of the hands of the man who held you. “I’ve always wanted you, ever since we met. But I didn’t want to appall you. Didn’t know if…”

“You’re far too handsome for that,” you kissed him, taking the initiative, stepping closer. “You deserve love, Boba. And I do want you - I love you.”

His brows flew upward, shock registering on his features even as you kissed him again, hoping you could show him that yes, he could be loved. That he deserved it despite everything he’d done, the mistakes he’d made.

“I love you too, mesh’la,” his voice was rough like granite, taking a hoarse edge that made you grin. “You sure you want this?”

“I do,” you ran your fingers over the scar that wrapped around his head, and he shuddered, leaning into your touch and pressing a kiss to your wrist. “Let me show you.”

The hands that bore the blood of hundreds now so gently caressed you as he led you inside, helping you out of your clothes - lips dragging along your jawline, then your neck, as if you were his salvation.

And damn it all, as you helped him take off his legendary armor piece by piece, bearing him to you in all his glory; you swore you’d do your best to show him he was worthy of it.

[ethereal-moonglow]

Welcome to The moon's prophecy circle! Here you'll find options that will lead you to the universe that you might call home. Open your heart and believe in the magic that'll transport you into your destiny.

First let's look at the rules

✎ Appearance matchups can have 1-3 fandoms

✎ Personality and Special match ups can only have one fandom

✎ Be patient, it takes a while for the prophecy to take shape

✎ Send as many ask as you need. If you are an anon please sign it off with an emoji or a symbol so I can see who sent what

✎ Please specify whether you want a polygamous matchup.

✎ Please also specify your pronouns and nickname preferences! Default would be 2nd POV though it would really help if you did specify that

Apart of the circle

➤ Lake of wonders (Apperance)

See that lake over there? It's filled with wonders no one has ever known. Look down at the lake, what do you see. Once you recognize the reflection of who you are inside, it'll show you your destiny

Send me a picture of yourself. It can be a picrew and/or a picture of yourself. An oc would be fine too! Plus your gender preference and fandom.

➤ Destiny Willow (Personality)

Look at the majestic tree over yonder. Be under the tree and sit comfortably. They'll tell you a story. Tell them what you want and who you are. They'll show you, your soulmate.

Explain your personality. Anything really, from MBTI type to Hogwarts houses. As long as it describes you, then that's usable! Also add your gender preference and fandom.

➤ Legends untold by time (Special)

Along the path to the willows lie stories that was never told. Maybe one is for you, why don't we take a detour to see where yours is.

Send the motto/quote/saying you live by, a color, your gender preferences and a fandom. You'll receive a matchup and a short drabble of your first date

Fandoms included: Genshin, BSD, and Haikyuu (more to come)

[mxchowind]

So, sleep well

IJSFJDSG HI THIS IS REQUESTED BY ANON SO I DELIVER THIS 1K WORD(S)??? TO YOU RIGHT NOW FRESH AND HOT. also any suggestions if i hit 100 followers? *insert eye emoji* ALSO TYSM FOR THE SUPPORT AND KEEP THE REQUESTS COMING I’D LOVE TO WRITE FOR YOU GUYS!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING ANON

edit: bro i made so much typos i am cryi g

warning: lowkey angst lmao with xiao background reveal

pairing: xiao x reader

He remembers. 

He remembers vividly, the bloodshed screams of those people, the terror on their faces, and how they turn back to the soil of Liyue with grief. 

Xiao, no, Alatus remembers, the pain that is more than what a wound could cause, but the agony that strangled him, to his very last breath. It struck more than arrows do, and it broke him into pieces. 

Of course, he has forgotten how to rest, someone has to watch over Liyue, and that would always be him. To watch those people’s suffering, and cannot do a thing about it. He is always late, and when he arrives, it is naught but a show of death.

Xiao hates it.

The voices draining in his head, the wounds that would never heal, the war he still fights with himself. 

He’s exhausted.

So when his eyelids flutter open from such a nightmare of old memories, panic hits him. Where is he? Is he finally, going to lose his most important person- to lose you? The blood on his hands cannot be washed away, because he’s taken more lives than known, under the control of this one archon. He doesn’t deserve you, in any ways. He knows, Xiao knows, he is nothing but a monster,  a weapon, a demon, a-

‘‘Xiao?’’

Oh.

It is then he realises that he’s kneeling on the top ground of Wangshu Inn, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Was it really that bad of a nightmare? But while his train of thoughts progresses you hurriedly approach him, kneeling down all the same and his amber eyes- the ones that hold emotions, that hold the entire Liyue, trails to you. 

When you touch him, it feels surreal. Are you even real? He wonders. It hurts his head to think, all over his mess of a form, Xiao struggles to stand up, and desperately wishes to hold on tight to your hand- the very own hand of yours that leaves his cheek in a split second. He thought, for so long, he yearned for your warmth, and he wants to-

‘‘Xiao, are you feeling alright? Is it a fever? Or those memories again?’’

He, honestly, isn’t sure at this point. His head feels light, as if the world around him is ready to blur in shades of royal blue and tints of yellow. To think, such a mighty Yaksha would have days like this. When you stand, his gentle voice trembles as he speak, 

‘‘Don’t go anywhere, not yet.’’

It’s a plea, Xiao can’t shake the pain away, so he resorts back to your heart, back to you, who truly is there always, first and foremost. You bend down, and hold onto his hand, tight. 

‘‘I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry. If you like, tell me about it.’’

In all honesty, Xiao never confided in you about his past- it’s terrible. It’s gruesome, it’s nothing you, someone so innocent, should hear about. He wrestles his own mind, and fails to keep you safe from those demons everytime, in his dreams. No doubt, he used to eat dreams, after all, and he’s finally paying his price.

Not even Rex Lapis could save him.

So he explains. Those blood, those people who died in his vision, the heavy burden he carries, the memories engraved in his mind that cannot be erased, the prayers they recite for him to rescue- 

It’s simply too much. 

It is surprising, and you are at once, glad yet sorrowful that Xiao finally opened up. You have never seen him- this vulnerable. You know he shouldn’t, and doesn’t want to show it to anyone, so he hides. He hides his own thoughts, those dreadful memories that haunt him like the very death of the other Yakshas, everything. 

You didn’t know, of course. You knew nothing because Xiao was so good at hiding. His pretence was so strong, and held his head high as the only remaining Adepti. His pain was more than someone could ever maintain, and to think- 

He endured all of this by himself.

It’s so late in the night, stars glitter and shine upon your figure. When Xiao gazes at you, his breath hitches in his throat. You look like the Moon Goddess. Are you here to finally save him? 

Yes, you are.

‘‘Xiao.. listen to me.’’ You start, eyes sincere with every bit of care laced in. He listens, amber eyes reflecting off the moonlight. He looks ethereal. Too daint that you fear he might just disappear into thin air if you don’t grasp properly. So your lithe hands move onto his, those hands that are sheathed away from the harsh gloves, from the battles he fought bravely. You remove the gloves in a gentle motion, and press a kiss on his hand. It feels so soft, yet the calluses from using his polearm remain. It’s his battle proof, he’s done well. 

‘‘I love you. Every part of you. How you went ever so bravely against enemies both in the dark and the daylight. I love your hands,’’ you stop abruptly, before caressing those hands, ‘‘They are the proof that you exist, that you fought with evil beings to keep Liyue safe. I love your hair,’’ as you seize a strand, his eyes quivering like a scared mortal who is finally all battered, no more of the suffering bottling up inside, ‘‘They are of a unique colour, and it’s engraved in my mind. I love you, I love you so much. No matter what happened in the past, or what will happen in the future, even if no one forgives you, I will. Liyue is, truly blessed to have an Adeptus like you, dedicated to his duties. So please, rest easy. The stars are singing of praises, close your eyes and listen.’’

For the first time, he doesn’t retort back, because your words bring such comfort upon his beaten mind and heart. It works like magic, and in an instant he hears the stars, the words they whisper to him. The same words you used. 

‘‘The moon is guiding your path, so don’t be afraid. You won’t get lost anymore. And what is more? I’m here. Right here, and I won’t leave. Sleep well, my dear.’’

Those words lull him to the ceasing vision, and all of a sudden these thoughts, the memories disappeared into nothingness. The soft wind brushing past his jade-coloured hair, and his eyelids flutter close in a subtle way. Your hand still remains on his ungloved ones, the lenient night whispering its melodies to the skies and beyond, as you press a final kiss on his forehead, where the lilac diamond mark is.

‘‘Goodnight, my hero.’’

[fairybinie]

ONCE AGAIN SORRY THIS IS LATE ☹️☹️ i've been on the grind recently are you proud of me 😩 YOU DO DESERVE STOP 🤬🤬🤬 if by questionable you mean questionably good 🤨🤨 i will accept no val's writing slander even if it's from val themself 😡😡😡 AND HOPEFULLY SOB IN A GOOD WAY :(

YES I THINK YOURE SO CUTE ☹️☹️☹️ like the littlest of things i like how you say "thankie" LIKE ITS SO PRECIOUS ☹️😡 and how you're so sweet to everyone and and the nicknames you give your friends :( like i'm sure they think you're cute in those ways too ☹️☹️ ATTENTION WHORE BYE WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY??? can you be my attention whore 😗😗 or is it too early to flirt 😔😔😔

AND I SAW CONGRATS BB YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH!! AND I READ THE FIC IT WAS SO GOOD I CRIED A LITTLE ☹️☹️ i think it's so cute that you dedicated it to ky :(

OMG SPEAKING OF BESTIE CICI yes we are now a trio don't question it 🤨🤨 I SAW THAT YOU GUYS WATCHED SOOBIN'S LIVE TOGETHER THATS SO CUTE 😔😔😔 another instance where i wish a had a friendship like yours 😗😗😗😗 side note i think you and mika are so cute the way yall talk about each other :(( and my day has been LONG i hate cleaning 😐 BUT TELL ME ABOUT URS AGAIN 😏

AND MY EMOJI i was heavily debating if i should make it the same as cici's ... but i shall give you a different one how about: ☹️ bc when i think of val i get ☹️☹️☹️ BYE THIS WAS SO LONG IM SORRY

YOURE HERE AGAIN :((( THIS MESSAGE IS SO LONG HELP IM SORRY TO MY FOLLOWERS LOOK AWAY me and anon are talking ,, don't apologize i understand, don't feel like you need to send in stuff all the time! AND IM SO PROUD GET ON THAT GRIND ;) STOP i'll take the compliment ig </3 and yes sob in a good way :((

STOP IDK HOW THANKIE EVEN BECAME MY THING but it is a val staple. i literally almost sent my counselor "thankie" i DELETED THAT SHIT SO FAST. i hate to break it to u bestie but i am only a whore for two people and that is my bf soobin and the literal loml mika and THANKIE SO MUCH i'm glad you liked it :( and yeah i love ky so much she really deserves to feel happy :((

oh i am not questioning it whatsoever cici You Seein This . AND YEAH WE DID THIS IS THE SECOND VLIVE WEVE SEEN TOGETHER ILY HER :( AND HELP THANKIE I LOVE MIKA A LOT SHE MAKES MY HEART FLUTTER <//3 ugh cleaning can suck :/ but proud of you ;) UGH MINE HAS BEEN SO WEIRD fic issues, simping for my gf, talking with the beffie, possibly uniting with the moon, it's been emotional :')

BYE UR SO SWEET PLS BUT YES THATS UR EMOJI NOW <33

[ghostcactuss]

hello loves! i wanted to remind you all that you’re very loved, in case nobody’s told you today. as a little appreciation, here’s the feelings i get from a few of my anons; what they remind me of, how they make me feel, things like that :)

@aksualy reminds me of summer, watching movies on a projector at midnight, the stars lighting up the entire sky. She reminds me of laughing over discord calls, watch parties, and staying up late. Lex reminds me of the feeling of dressing exactly the way you want to, nobody else’s opinion mattering, and just staring at yourself in the mirror and thinking about how great you look. She is iced coffee and rose bushes, and trees when the sun hits them just right and they look almost yellow. she’s acceptance, fun, and screaming at the top of your lungs and feeling free.

@alieninvasionofoneisgay makes me think of the moon, and the ocean; not the beach per say, but the deep parts of the ocean where everything is calm and quiet and there’s serenity. They remind me of writing stories at 3 in the morning just because you love the ideas, falling in love with your own characters, and that feeling when you reread a story you’ve kept only for yourself instead of posting it, because you really love the way you wrote it. They’re a telescope on a hill, where you’re completely alone but not lonely, and it’s just you and the stars and the planets above, and you’re at peace. they’re peace, relief, and the breath in your lungs.

@dreamcatcherrs is like when the sun perfectly hits the horizon, and the sky turns a mix of pinks and oranges. She reminds me of the taste of raspberries and sherbet, and sleeping in a really nice hotel where you don’t feel creeped out, and you feel like royalty. She’s the way you feel when you pick up a brand new book by your favorite author, and the butterflies in your stomach when you talk to someone you really like. she’s love, happiness, and acceptance.

@kutozume reminds me of warm water washing over you when you’ve had a really long day, and all of your muscles just relax. they make me think of a drop on a rollercoaster, and you can feel your stomach drop, but it’s the most freeing feeling in the world and you can just be yourself. She’s the way you make eye contact with your best friend when your teacher tells you to partner up, and the vibrations of a bass guitar rolling through a speaker. They are pure bliss, excitement, and feeling exactly how you want to.

@nocturnal-dreams is like running across the street to a convenience store at an ungodly hour, laughing with your favorite people. They’re the teasing between you and your best friend, the kind that makes you feel close and loved. They remind me of the way lavender fills your senses when you can’t sleep and makes your entire body relax. They’re like notes on the fridge from a loved one, and goodnight texts with heart and rose emojis. they’re safety, love, and having all the weight taken off your shoulders.

Just remember that i care about you; even if we’ve never spoken before, if you’re seeing this, i care about you and you’re so loved. my inbox is always open :)

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Hello El!!

I bring my exchange info for an matchup. If say creepypasta/marblehornets matchup for this.

So my name is Shay, I go by Whiskey because it's a preference in liquor on my end. I go by they/them pronouns, AFAB and I'm bi and omniromantic, I do have an mild preference for men or masc aligned people. I'm a Libra sun, Virgo moon and Aquarius rising. I'm also introvert (INFJ-A) and I'm constantly sleeply. I do have C-PSTD, Bipolar II and GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).

I'm Caucasian/White and I stand at 5'9. I have celtic and Danish heritage, My family where vikings. I'm really tall and legs double the size of my torso, as in my thighs are as big as my torso in length, same with my calves. I call myself spider legs because of that. I have this natural like wolf cut going on that is this dark green with my roots be my natural dark chocolate brown hair. My eyes are hazel with gold flecks that shift in color which I found out is normal for people with hazel eyes. I paint my nails black a lot because I find the color pleasing. My build wise is like a rectangle like shape with broad shoulders. I'm pretty strong and I'm proud of my strength. I'm currently starting to get into shape and lose weight so I have fit shape but not like over for. Just the right amount of fat over my muscles. I have a lot of stretch marks,, mostly around my waist and my biceps. I call them my stripes or lighting marks. I have plans to get snake bite piercings and wear like the ring ones in them. I'm getting an tattoo soon that is like this and then I want a burning match tattoo on my color bone. My ears are piercing and I like wearing fake gauges, spirals and then the ratings that have the dangly stuff and cuffs with them. I also wear like those stereotypical hot topic chokers. I wear a lot of long sleeves and skinny jeans, I do like ripped skinny jeans. I also love flannels and black boots like doc martins or converse.

I think you can assume by the statement of me liking whiskey I am the rebellious sort which is true. I have drank a bit and tried weed, I don't do it anymore tho.I have been told if people don't know me and see me from afar I'm intimidating to approach. Even being spooky and intimidating, I promise I'm just a big softie. I usually assume the mom friend of the group with my friends. I always worry about them and make sure they take care of themselves. Sometimes I do it so much I forget to take care of myself. I'm really gentle and compassionate, along with being extremely empathetic. I can be stubborn and bit judgemental at times, mostly working off first impressions myself when getting to know each other. I have an hard time being insertive and putting my foot down with my boundaries, scared to lose people even if the hurt me. I'm an introvert through and through, liking to watch from the back and observe the way things go on around me. I do my best to be an optimist because I can't see the point in see everything wrong in this world, it helps me to see the good. I love going on adventures with my close friends and love being a chaotic bastard with them. My dnd alignment is chaotic neutral and I'm Hufflepuff. I do live by the saying do no harm but take no shit. But I won't hesitate to fight someone for the right causes.

I do always constantly look like I am going to funeral of some sort because I own nothing but black. The color makes me feel really comfortable but it's not my favorite color. My favorite color is green but I like sage green, forest green, mossy green, etc. The earthy greens are my favorites. I have a love for the forest and woodlands, finding a sense of home in the woods. I do love archery and something I'm definitely going to be picking up along with playing the drums. I also smoke herbal cigarettes as well as alternative to smoking.

You know that I often get called a cryptid and at this point, I am just one. Cryptidcore, Midwest Gothic, and Pacific Northwest Gothic are my favorite aesthetics. I have a huge love for cryptozoology (the study of cryptids), parapsychology (the psychic phenomena and other paranormal claims), original creepypasta stories and to be honest anything like spooky and creepy. I want to be a mortician and I'm attending school for that. I also really love the dark, especially if I have some good music blasting through my earbuds. I am a sucker for long road trips and seeing things, filling the adventure heart I have. My favorite animals are coyotes and I also like horses. I like to write a lot as well. My favorite cryptids are The Beast of Bray Road, Not Deer, Jersey Devil and Jacklopes.

Thank you so much and I'm so glad I got a chance to reach out to you. It all started with me wanting to send memes to you and being a little 🌲 anon.

Also here is what the tattoo I'm am getting done looks like ↓↓↓

Your matchup is... Jeff!

Sorry this took me a hot minute, I've been out all day! But here's my part of the exchange :}

In general:

Alright, I read this over and just immediately thought about Jeff, mostly because of your personality!! I have so many things I want to get into and want to say though. SO, let's get right into that.

Things he likes about you:

Physically speaking, as that is how I always start, Jeff really, really loves your height and your legs make him fuzzy on the inside. He just loves it SO MUCH. Your hair is gorgeous, and he's never going to stop wanting to run his fingers through it. Whatever color it's dyed as becomes his new favorite, and he loves seeing your natural hair poke through as well. Your eyes are so gorgeous in his opinion and he finds himself getting lost in them. He thinks your nails being painted black is nice because honestly, he's prone to painting his nails black as well. He finds your body so great!! Wants to hold you and loves feeling new muscles when they get built up. Regardless, he just physically adores you. Your stretch marks are also something he adores as well, and he will fondly call them your tiger stripes and admire them in their entirety. He would love your piercings and the tattoo you want to get. Also really, really loves your choice in jewelry. Chokers are hot in his opinion lmfao. Ripped skinny jeans, flannels, black boots, converse!! just everything about your style works so well with him. And your personality!! That slight rebellious edge am slightly intimidating nature??? PLEASE

General cute stuff:

I feel like the two of you are going to spend some evenings in painting nails. Jeff is slightly touch starved and will absolutely run his hands over your body and just adore everything about you. I can also see Jeff working out with you as well!! He will be your number one supporter regardless of what you're going to be doing. He finds it so sweet that you take care of other people. Jeff also understands you being an introvert, because he's kind of the same way. He would absolutely would hang back with you and just exist. He likes observing as well. However, he also can be a bit of a chaotic guy and will go on adventures with you! Scary places, nature, wherever you want, Jeff will go with you. He'll also read up on fun little places and then go with you. He will absolutely get you green things just because he knows that you like that color. Jeff will also take you on walks in the woods, and he'll also let you wear his clothing!! Jeff actually smokes weed semi-regularly, so while you smoke herbal cigarettes, he's going to be lighting up alongside you as long as you're comfortable. He'd probably like the herbal cigarettes as well. Jeff would love to hear about your love of cryptozoology! He's met so many beings in his life that fit that that he'd just go buck wild being able to tell you about his stories and experiences as well. Parapsychology is also something he'd love to listen from you. He finds you going into the mortician business so incredible, and that you like the dark. Your music?? Please share that with him!!

You two as a couple:

Jeff knows that you are intimidating but so, so sweet. He finds you so admirable and honestly, he needs that kind of caring, loving influence in his life. He finds you being the mom friend of your group super fun and while he's not a dad friend, definitely loves saying things to remind all of your shared 'kids' to listen to you. He wants you to take care of yourself!! He wants you to be kind to yourself!! You being stubborn is something he understands because honestly he can be stubborn. Judgmental? He gets it but honestly might challenge the notion from time to time. He will remind you about boundaries and how important it is to set them. Time to time, he may step in just to help you out. He will also remind you to be assertive, mostly because he would hate to see anyone take advantage of you. Jeff will read up on C-PTSD, Bipolar II, and your anxiety simply so he can be more prepared to help you in any way he can. He deals with some things himself, but he doesn't always know how to handle others. So, he would definitely read up for you and end up becoming your rock when you need it. Honestly, just let him take care of you in his own way. Rough around the edges?? Absolutely. But he's so soft for you. He will help you in any way he can, whether it be weathering the bad days and loving the good ones. Let him adore you.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things:

Hi love bug, or as I will often fondly refer to you as, Dr. Cryptid! I was so happy to read all of this about you. Thank you so so much for sending this in and once again doing mine! I loved reading all about it, and I love talking with you. Thank you so much for that lil pine tree emoji and memes. Also, please take care of yourself!! There's only one of you in the universe and it's so important to love and cherish yourself. It's always okay to say no or know when to bail. Never take care of so many people that you leave all your energy with them and none for yourself. I look forward to our future convos and just friendship in general. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!