#mushy anon

[mushywriting]

Can’t wait to read Quitter!!!

Aweee thank you so much!!!

I’m starting school back up soon but I’m gonna try and write as much as I can in my down time. I’m hoping to start posting in January as a birthday present to myself lol

So look forward to that!💜

[canisalbus]

Looking at your art summary your art has gotten a softness to it that it didnt have before (said positively). I hope this is, in part, because life has been kinder to you than it was before, if only because you deserve a good, kind life. I hope the new year greets you like an old friend.

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[b0tster]

I just came out to my girlfriend today that I'm transfem and she took it really well!

I know that's kinda random to message you but I just wanna say thank you so much for being so visibly you. You were a huge inspiration for me to take that step and accept who I am by posting your selfies and showing me just how absolutely gorgeous and feminine we can be.

This is rambly but I just wanna say thank you ❤️

- Ellie (it feels so good to finally use that name)

oh gosh. im so happy to hear that!!!! im so so proud of u ellie 💙

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

I have an idea for Shelly X Reader

The reader is a toon that’s usually apathetic, distant, and somewhat of a jerk. However they have a massive crush on shelly, they always have a smile whenever she’s around, hearing all the dinosaur facts that comes from her mouth, and are always trying to stay close to her.

They always try to hide their crush from her and to be fair, she hasn’t noticed it, is just that literally everyone else has, and some toons are gonna tease them about it while they deny about it.

[21]: Saccharine

Reader is GN because the gender was not specified in the ask!

If you’re wondering what the title means, look it up.

Absolutely loved this idea. Hope you enjoy!

You couldn’t help how your eyes glazed over when you stared at her, trying to subtly hide it.(And miserably failing)

You couldn’t help that she was the cause of your first smile, your first happy moment.

You couldn’t help how the softness in your expression drained away, the blush fading as other toons would try to “talk” to her about the smallest things, almost as if they were trying to get her away from you.

You hated it. You hated them.

All that your “fellow” toons in Gardenview did was cause you trouble.

And yes, you mean Shrimpo too. He may have a similar look on the toons like you do, but while you have a soft spot for Shelly, he doesn't.

He hates Shelly.

He. Hates. Shelly.

How? How could anyone hate her? She’s so sweet, so innocent, yet they treat her like trash to be kicked away, dust in the wind.

She’s never picked a fight with someone, never said any rude words, always lifted everyone up with encouragement, tried to help bring people together after they would fight. She extended kindness to everyone.

And yet they slapped her hand away.

It made your blood boil just thinking about it. You wanted to punch every single one of their faces, disfigure them over and over again until there were no horrible thoughts about how weird and disgusting Shelly was.

You could feel the pencil in your hand snap, nails digging into your own skin as the pieces of wood fell with a clunk to the table below you.

It hurt, your hand hurt, but you didn’t stop.

Stars, it made you sick. How they treated her as if she were nothing, invisible.

And coming in a close 2nd for the cause of your anger issues! How they mocked you for liking her.

“Really? You could’ve liked literally anyone.”

“Why her?”

“So how much did she have to bribe you for…this?”

“Ugh, gross…”

“She probably hates you.”

Your eye twitched as the voices circled around in your head, pestering you like flies.

Vee was a constant one. It was obvious she held a disliking for Shelly, constantly complaining about how “She just won’t shut up about dinosaurs! Like, who asked? Not me!”

And did anyone ask for your opinion Vee? Ungrateful ass.

At least Shelly didn’t know. At least on top of the sadness she had from being ignored, she didn’t have to feel guilty that the other toons were bullying you for liking her. At least they didn’t tell her you liked her. At least.

Is that really a good “at least” though? You suck at being optimistic.

Well, you suck at everything, and you’re definitely not an extrovert like her. More on the contrary, since your social skills suck ass.

You’re always giving passive-aggressive responses, being sarcastic, and shying away from social events and gatherings, even for holidays.

Oh, you say there’s going to be a lot of people there? Welp, guess I’ve made up my mind!

Nonetheless, you could probably push through anything for her; She practically had you in a chokehold.(Figuratively)

All your confidence seemed to immediately melt when she would skip into the room, hands behind her back and a bright smile on her face. Even just her talking to you made you want to crawl in a hole and die out of embarrassment.

Hopefully you’d stop having such strong reactions, you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up a facade of chillness.

No, really, you mean it. Everyday the voice in your head screams “JUST FUCKING TELL HER!” but if your stupid SELF-CONFIDENCE WASNT SO DAMN LOW THEN MAYBE THIS WOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM!

You let out a sigh, aimlessly looking around the room.

You’d rather die than ask any of the other toons for “advice”, and of course your self-esteem was so incredibly small you couldn’t see it with a magnifying glass, so what do you do now?

You let out a hum, considering your options when you hear sone excited yelling a few rooms down.

Curious, you stand up and walk over to the hallway, poking your head out from behind the wall to see Shelly running down the soft rainbow carpet, her arms outstretched.

She stumbles a bit, losing her balance, but raises herself upright again and keeps running, unfazed. You quickly run back to the chair you were sitting in before as she rounds the corner.

Her eyes lock onto you, and she lets out a giddy squeal, rushing over to you.

All you can do as she shakes you rapidly and talks faster than the “side effects include” speaker after a medicine ad is just sit there and hold in the vomit that threatens to escape you from dizziness.

She pulls back just as quickly and jumps up and down on her feet, rambling to you about how she managed to convince the workers to build a museum dedicated to her! Her own floor in Gardenview!

Even she didn’t know how, but she got them to pay attention to her, AND listen to her!

You couldn’t help smiling and laughing alongside her as she told you every single detail about how it happened.

As long as it just…stays like this...maybe you could work up the courage.

[stillgotscars]

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancing on breaking branches

Those eyes add insult to injury

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

yippeee! beep bop beep bop ! anon bunny 🍓’s reporting!

OMG, the harbinger reader x dragon!FL? mwah, masterpiece >__<

iam severely doused in the idea that is not a Harbinger, bur rather a wandering dragon, and reader take's Childe's place as the 11th (or any other, really!) Could you imagine, dragon!FL being the

"bodyguard" of Harbinger reader in a Harbinger meetings, or even in general? Like, strong, fierce Harbinger!reader being protected by our overgrown lizard? cutie

(i am TOTALLY not writing a fanfic about this,, hehe)

also, i lowkey wanna change my anon name to anon bunny 🍓 instead of just anon bunny,, yippee!

~ hehe ><

hey psst pssssstttt if you do write that fanfic if you're comfortable with showing people i would LOVE to read it!!!!

you as the strong, firm, but kind Eleventh Harbinger, known for both your mercy and brutality. to those who show genuine remorse, you send them away with a stern talking to and reasonable punishment, but to those who lie or mock, you're entirely unforgiving. it creates an odd dissonance in opinions of you at first, before your reputation settles into someone understanding, but not to be crossed... until it abruptly changes once you happen to acquire a dragon friend. see, the other Fatui believe that you beat the beast into submission, but really you just freed him from a trap- you hate to see an innocent creature in pain. you had expected him to run, perhaps snap at your hand before flying away, but instead the dragon- Foul Legacy, he carved into the ground- shook out his wings and sat up, tilting his head at you curiously before leaning in and giving your cheek a tentative lick

he never leaves you alone after that, proudly trailing after you on every mission until you reluctantly allow him to officially accompany you, your agents sworn to secrecy. they don't mind- they think it's funny, essentially being the only sane sector of the Fatui, and Foul Legacy is always happy to make new friends. he does not, however, consider most of the other Harbingers friends, with their sly eyes and words dripping with thinly veiled contempt. he curls around you during the meetings, regarding each of them with a narrowed gaze, lingering on those he dislikes the most. if any of them raises a single hand towards you, Legacy growls viciously, especially at Il Dottore, who he seems to hate most of all. yet despite his protective malice, after everyone leaves and the meeting is over Legacy's tail begins thumping against the floor, nudging into your hand as if he's asking for praise, didn't he do such a wonderful job? and you always sigh and give him a few pats before you leave, as is routine

most of the Fatui know you now as intimidating and ruthless, strong enough to control a dragon. but to the people under you, you're simply their levelheaded superior with an odd, scaly friend

[quinngefail]

I miss my chainshipping tails. I miss them a lot. I'll be back when adam is secretly alive in a saw sequel and him and larry are happy again with two cats and totally not traumatized from the trap--

...Was that too specific of a sequel?

~ 🍬

HRJFSJGK I'm feeling it...... 😔

Being catapulted from The Busy Holiday Season to BACK TO WALMART WORK!! has been eating away at me . Just a bit

But tomorrow I'm hoping to have something of the boys, be it my more and more belated Christmas art or just. Them

This is semi related too but like,, This ask just made me think of my sorta approach to how I'm writing my whole take on em, lol. Coz in my mind I've just been framing this all like Okay so the first movie has ended (and you also have the og script + The Deleted Rock Star Scene in hand), and this is a timeline where you are now the one in the driver seat. Where do you want the story between these characters to go 👁

And y’know,, there's just something about an unbreakable, slow building relationship between two unlikely souls who would have never crossed paths if it weren't for the horrific events they endured together :') and just. That overwhelming sense of "finally-" between the both of you over so, so many things. This ache, this yearn, this longing, this desire, this want,, finally being fulfilled,

Just simply two puzzle pieces that fit uniquely and perfectly together..... Everything that the other needs

(With those additional elements of recovery, bettering + accepting oneself, queerness, and navigating this difficult road together, of course,)

Just. SOMETHING ABOUT IT 🤌🤌🤌

[mushiewrites]

Ok, I went a little crazy thinking about this

Dream would absolutely loose his mind, stuck on his side, hogtied, cause there is absolutely no way he can protect his poor tummy, especially if his ler is sat behind him, holding him on his side so he can't roll on his front.

I can imagine Sap and George taking full advantage of this opportunity, not having to worry about accidental injuries caused by flailing.

"Can't take it cutie~?" You don't really have a choice~"

okay this. this has been sitting here for a while because Reasons <3 but holy cow. this concept? chefs kiss. dreams poor tummy 🫠

he'd have no way to escape or block anything...he's just completely at their mercy....

just imagine it.

somehow, george and sapnap convince dream to let them tie him up. they dont tell him how, but they give him the biggest puppy dog eyes and beg him nicely, praising him and telling him how he's always so good for them, and how much fun they have playing with him. and dream folds almost instantly. he can't say no to them, he loves them so so much!

and now he's on his side, hands behind his back, legs bent up and all four limbs tied together. sapnap is behind him with a grip on the rope, holding it down against the bed and preventing dream from turning over to block his now very open and vulnerable tummy. he whimpers when george appears in front of him, slowly lifting up his shirt and giggling nervously when he feels the cool air hit his skin

"what do we have here?"

and before dream can ask what george means, he feels light fingers tracing over his scar above his right hip. he jolts forward, a squeal flying out of him before he can stop it. sapnap uses his free hand to grab onto dream's right elbow, pushing down on it slightly to keep him still as george explores the dark purple lightning bolt along dreams skin. and strangely enough, dream has never been subjected to such light tickling there before. and it's...devastating, to say the least. he's thrashing as much as he can in such an immobilizing position, twitching his torso forward and back, moving his hips from side to side with the little leniency he has. but it's no use - george's light tickling just keeps going and going. and finally, when the fingers stop tracing, he's able to take in gulps of air. he thinks it's over.

then he feels fingertips tracing his lower tummy. he knows hes fucked. dream screams out when george circles the middle of his tummy, pleading and begging for the tickles to stop. but does george stop?

absolutely not.

george just giggles and adds his other hand into the mix, now squeezing up and down his sides as dream cries out in a panic. george moves his fingers over the sides of dream's tummy and it makes him shriek, and now he's really moving between the two. sapnap sits up on his knees and leans his body weight over dream's limbs, successfully stopping him from moving at all. now george is free to explore the rest of dreams tummy, paying close attention to the edges of his bellybutton as he traces a finger around it. dream is in shambles. he has tears in his eyes and his face is bright red from laughing so hard. he can't plead, he can't beg, he can only laugh and laugh and laugh as his poor little tummy is tortured with tickles.

they're both teasing him, telling him how cute he is, pointing out how awful it must be to not be able to move, to be stuck, forced to take the tickling.

"look at him trying to get away, sapnap! he's so cute, thinking he can escape!"

"where are you trying to go, cutie? you're stuck here with us - you're stuck with the tickles."

"his tummy is jumping! that must mean he likes it!"

then george changes tactics. he goes back to lightly tracing over dream's lower tummy again, and dream is near hysterics. george know's he can't possibly take much more, but there's no safeword said, and he's always one to push the limits anyway, so he continues.

george finds the spot just above his hips and presses his thumbs in deep, making slow circles and driving dream to silent laughter. not even a second later his safeword is called, and finally the torment is over. sapnap works on untying him while george runs a hand through his hair, praising him and cooing over how good of a job he did, how well dream took the tickles, how good he is

dream's curls are a mess from flailing and shaking his head against the sheets. his cheeks are wet with tears from his laughter, and george uses both thumbs to wipe them away, rubbing soothingly under his eyes on his upper cheekbones. when he's finally untied, sapnap and george rub where the rope was securing him, gently soothing his wrists and ankles with gentle touches and plenty of kisses. this of course sends dream into light giggles, and the two can't help but pull him in a big cuddle pile, continuing to play with his hair as they hold him close. they take turns kissing his cheeks, his temples, the top of his head - anywhere they can to make him blush. they trace over his back, and within minutes dream is asleep, too exhausted to threaten the revenge they both know is coming.

[blindmagdalena]

The picture with Homelander holding a little plushie of him while he sleeps was TOO DAMN CUTE!!! sorry. But I can see his partner sleeping with the same plushie when she gets lonely and he isn't around, and when he sees her holding it while sleeping, he is happy and jealous at the same time, because that isn't him in her arms.

yes, this one!!!

Homelander comes home in the middle of the night, silent as always.

You're passed out, bedside lamp still on, a book in your lap, phone unplugged nearby. It's painfully obvious that you were trying to keep yourself awake long enough to greet him when he came home.

Tucked under your chin, he's met with the beady little eyes of his very own tiny doppelganger.

That most definitely should have been him tonight, the evening spent curled up in your arms, soaking up the warmth of your words and your body, your hands in his hair, your lips brushing his forehead. Smug little bastard, he thinks, lips quirked as he stares at the lopsided grin of the stuffed, well... him.

He clicks his tongue softly.

"Sorry pal. Only space enough for one of us," he says, deftly plucking it out of your grasp. He does it carefully, hangs the toy by its little cape, but you still wake with a deep breath. Your eyes are bleary with sleep, disoriented for the handful of seconds you transition from dream to reality. Still, the second you recognize him, you relax.

The way you smile at him stirs eager little butterflies in his stomach. He spent his whole life fantasizing about being looked at with the love you have in your eyes.

"Hey," you say softly. You open your arms, an invitation he can never resist.

He sinks down into you, tucking his head under your chin in precisely the same way you held the plush. He gives his own sigh as you wrap your arms around him.

Looking over his shoulder, you see the plush dangling precariously from the bed. You laugh quietly. "Jealous?"

"Caught you in bed with another man," he says, words slightly muffled against your collarbone, where he's nuzzling at you like an overgrown cat. "Couldn't help myself, he was terribly handsome," you reply, earning a chuckle from him. "You have a type." "I do. Blondes in primary colors. Can't get enough of them."

It's a wonder how easy you make it all feel. Laughter, domesticity, love. With you, it comes as naturally to him as breathing.

It makes the rest of his life difficult to understand. Why did it all have to be so hard before? Why couldn't he have found you sooner?

He holds you tight that night, stays nestled close to your heart.

All he knows is he's never going back to the chill of a life without you.

[miasmaghoul]

will u ever write again ?

I showed this to @forlorn-crows and the following conversation occurred:

10/10, real knee slapper material right here.

[mushimoom]

just wanted to say i absolutely LOVE your foolish design, all the details and accessories are just *chefs kiss* it is v pretty and nice to look at and i like it a lot :>

WAAAAAA thank you so much anon!!!!!!! just for you heres another one of my designs i have for him

[canisalbus]

hi your art has for the longest time rendered me to utter shreds. nary a piece of me left untouched by the papershredder that ur blog is to my brain. what do you MEAN the thorny sickly looking one is getting held close to a warm chest at night what do you MEAN shopping in modern au together what do you MEAN reunion after 17 years sticking ur stupid snout into another mans neck I'm ILL . I'm ILL about this. and your art style is . ohhhhh. speechless your color work and line work is like honey and i am a stupid little ant getting lost in it

p o e t r y

[dykedvonte]

Woe another Benny ask upon ye. What do you think he'd look for in a romantic partner? Not a fling, someone he's head over heels for

This is so goading cause I could say the obvious and be like someone like the Courier but I generally have tow interpretations of this:

Someone who likes being his. Like possessive sounding I know but I think he'd like someone who's a flirt, a people person who doesn't stay put but has a strong sense of "home". I don't think Benny Gecko is poly but I also don't think this guy knows how to keep it in his pants so he can't expect his partner to either. He doesn't want you to be on his side like cling wrap but there's a mutual understanding of importance to each other. There a person who does their own thing but can find a way to incorporate him and he'd do the same but in a "Look at what I set up for us, Baby-doll."

A forward thinker. Benny likes a person of action, a person who gets things done or knows how to make a plan. He is ambitious, and determined, and he'd love to have a bird on his shoulder that helps him get things along. Like, if you ever seen the BTAS ep where Harley leaves Joker, and like he can't even remember to put on pants cause she took care of that stuff. But not toxic like that and also a bit more complex. Like he'd be head over heels for someone who moves the same way he does, a risk taker who also has a plan b and c.

I think in general he's the type to go after someone who reminds him of himself, well his positive qualities at least. Benny genuinely seems like the guy who needs a partner that he can talk to and share a philosophy with, someone who isn't just gonna agree but go back in forth in whatever aspect they share. Basically, you gotta create a feedback loop for him y'know. But in the same vein, this only applies to him. He's gotta bring this out in you and vice versa cause all in all Benny likes to feel smart and special and if they treated any pretty face with a sharp tongue the same way he'd probably immediately categorize them as a good candidate for friends with benefits but nothing special cause he's not.

[harrysfolklore]

this is so random but I followed you years ago for harry content and your lando casual fic just came across my dash by chance so I read it and I couldnt pinpoint why the writing style felt so familiar until I clicked your blog and it felt so joyous to come full circle and see someone whose content already enjoy shares other interest with me. all to say, you're still a great writer, I've loved seeing you expand your writing pool, and I will continue to consume all of it xx

omg this is one of the best messages i’ve received lately 🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much for taking the time to leave feedback about my work, i’ve challenged myself to try new stuff when it comes to writing ever since i posted my first harry fics and it’s so heartwarming to know there’s people who’s still around 💕 hope you enjoy the f1 content bc there’s plenty of it over here now !

[bumblingbabooshka]

Invar for uuuuuu :] (her face is sooo fun to draw omg it’s like Spock’s wrinkles to me but better aka more undead :3)

AWWW I love this, thank you so much~!!! Her mean ol' look is so perfect, you wouldn't want to ask her ANY questions and that's exactly how she looks in my head...constantly irritated, tired, and a bit mean. That shirt made me laugh~!! Varith, when are you gonna marry this lady~?? Invar and her bomb factory <3

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

You’ve successfully become an overnight hyperfixation for me with all your FL brainrot all bc of one of your SAGAU posts, thank you for hauling me into the FL fan base :3

I had a sudden thought about Childe’s shift into FL being like a werewolf kinda shape change. Like he may have expended a lotta energy from sparring and when he feels the change coming he tries to hold it back but it causes him more pain along with what’s happening. His fingers/nails just slowly start to sharpen and armor is starting to jut out of his skin, and don’t even get me started on the sounds you’d hear from him as things happen- him in pain and the sounds of his body changing making my sympathy pains fire like crazy :’3

we’re absolutely concerned and horrified when we see it happen for the first time and shrink away and we might reach out to help but he swipes at us unknowingly. once he sees us tucked into a corner and realizes it’s us and he might’ve hurt us his mood shifts instantly. sad mothman feels mega guilty with little whiny growls and chirps :’3

But then cuddles make everything better >:3

ehehehe yesss, join the moth cult >:)

Childe takes a while to learn that holding back his Foul Legacy transformation just makes it worse- it's much easier to let it happen and get it over with, but he's stubborn and terrified that you'll be disgusted by his Abyssal half. you know something's wrong the minute you hear an awful cracking sound and a muffled hiss of pain, armor breaking through and spreading across Childe's skin as he grips a chair to keep himself steady. when you rush over to see what's wrong he pushes you away, collapsing to his knees as his teeth begin to morph into fangs and horns start growing from his head. you watch, nausea rising in your throat from the breaking bone and flesh until Childe is gone and Foul Legacy is left on the floor, wheezing from exertion. you take a tentative step forward- this is still Childe, isn't it?- but immediately jerk back when he swipes his claws at you with a low growl, unable to see you properly

you stumble backwards, eyes wide and full of hurt, and dart away to your room. Foul Legacy shakes his head, the fog in his eye clearing, and a cold pit of dread forms in his stomach when he realizes what he's done, scrambling to his feet to follow after you

he finds you in the furthest corner of your room and you flinch when he enters, his footsteps heavily landing on the floor. oh, his heart breaks when he sees you jump- Childe's beloved partner, and Legacy's already gone and messed everything up! the Abyssal beast lets out his softest whine, slowly lowering himself to your height and approaching. at first he doesn't dare touch you, but when you don't run away he carefully brushes his claws against your arm, whimpering when you flinch again. but then your hand slowly extends towards his, your smaller fingers wrapping around his sharp talons, and Foul Legacy's fur ruffles in joy as he starts to lovingly croon. he lets you trace the ridges and dips in his crimson mask, your posture becoming more and more at ease by the second, and tentatively he reaches up to hold your cheeks in return

to his delight, you don't run or jump- instead you smile softly at him, the same way you do for Childe, because you love him, too