#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 💙

[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

[stillgotscars]

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancing on breaking branches

Those eyes add insult to injury

[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

[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 !

[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

[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

[star-quill]

I feel like Peter (rockstar, neighbor, regular guardian… any version) would be the kind of guy who would drink with you and if you get too sloppy, he’d take care of you. Even if you’re trying to undo his belt, he’d be like “no, not tonight, baby, sleep it off.”

just cried actually, he would be the absolute sweetest i know it omg

you're way too tipsy, having finished a whole bottle of wine to yourself. you were draped over peter while he sat on the sofa, his hand around your waist. he was rubbing your back gently, and you thought he wanted more with you. so you reached down to his zipper, fumbling and trying to open it.

"baby, what're you doin'?"

"m'gonna suck you o-off.."

"not tonight, baby.. you're too drunk, ok?"

"m'not!"

"baby, not tonight.."

you just whined and huffed away from him. he just sighs, pulling you into his chest before standing up, taking you to bed.

"you need sleep, baby.. ok?"

"need you.."

"c'mon.. you're way too drunk.."

"m'not! i told you!"

"baby, listen to me.. please?"

eventually you just gave in, letting him lay you down on the bed, before he removed your shorts and underwear, and then grabbed some pyjama shorts and wiggled them onto you. he sat you up and took off your shirt and bra, slipping one of his old t-shirts onto you. your eyes fluttered closed as he lay you back down and within seconds, you were asleep. he just smiled, ran his knuckle over your cheek and leaned down to kiss your forehead. he then got changed himself, before getting in beside you, laying on his back and trying to get to sleep himself.

he couldn't sleep much, he just kept checking on you, making sure you were ok and still asleep. after an hour, he managed to doze off, but was woken up immediately by you turning in the bed, curling into his side.

"m'sorry.."

"s'ok, baby.. c'mere.."

he let you turn back around, before he slid up against you, pulling your back to his chest. he kissed your shoulder, and whispered in your ear, telling you to go back to sleep. you could almost cry from how gentle and protective of you he was being.

when you awoke in the morning, peter was nowhere to be seen, but there was a glass of water and some advil tablets beside it. then you saw the note.

i'm making breakfast, i'll bring it through when it's ready. take some of these if you need it. love you. p x

[mushiewrites]

(I'm about to kill you here Mushie) I just realized, no one has ever written about this position. Let's use snf as an example (for Sap's thunder thighs)

Sapnap chilling on the couch until George decides to be annoying and sits between his legs on the floor, constantly jostling his comfortable position, talking through the whole movie, tugging his leg hair. Sapnap eventually just leans forward and snatches George’s tiny wrists, pulls them out so he's T posing in a way and sets his legs over his biceps. When he releases George’s wrists, the weight of his legs pressing his keeps his arms pinned out, he can't even reach past his thighs with his bent elbows. Sapnap just takes out his annoyance slowly and methodically, working all of George’s tickle spots in just the way he knows how, to drive George crazy, even worse for him is he's so close to grabbing him but he can only brush his fingers against his wrists

first off. i am so so sooooo sorry im so late on this (i know you dont care but IM SORRY ANYWAY)

second. i adore the trope of a lee almost being able to stop the ler, but stopping just short of it. it's so incredibly cruel for absolutely no reason. its perfect

….anyway, lets get into it

we all know how much of a little shit george is - he's a natural brat, he just cant help it! its not his fault he was born like this! but regardless, there are people who take it better than others. dream and sapnap being the perfect example. i mean, dont get me wrong; dream absolutely gets annoyed by george, but hes just so fond of him that he normally just lets it slide

but sapnap? absolutely not.

the day he learns how ticklish george is is the best day of sapnap's life. he uses it for everything; to get george to give in to whatever sapnap wants, to cheer george up when hes grumpy, to punish george when hes annoying. and boy is george annoying

so its no surprise (even though it always is to george somehow) when sapnap suddenly growls out a quiet "that's it" from between his clenched teeth before grabbing george's wrists, pulling them quickly out to the sides against the couch cushions behind him. sapnap throws his thighs quickly over george's arms, successfully trapping his arms and his body in place from where hes sat between sapnap's legs on the floor

george is immediately pleading, never having been in this vulnerable of a position before and finding it incredibly flustering. sapnap can tell, and he plays it up. he pokes his pointer fingers under each of george's arms once, making him yelp and try to yank his arms down. but sapnap's weight keeps him practically immobile from his waist up, trapped between and under the strong thighs of his friend

sapnap would coo at him, reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair as george let's his head fall back into sapnap's lap to look up to him. his boba eyes are glassy and wide, clearly full of nerves and excitement at the compromising position hes found himself in. sapnap would laugh, loving how much of a mess george was already before slowly drawing circles in the middle of his underarms, sending him into hysterics

he digs into each and every rib, making sure to take his time to really dig between them. he makes sure that george feels every single tiny spark of ticklish energy as intensely as he can, and george swears fireworks are exploding under his skin. his eyes are wet, and whenever george flings his head back to laugh sapnap can see the trails of wetness down his cheeks from the tears. sapnap flutters his fingers over george's stomach, making sure to press gently at the lower tummy a couple of times to make george buck his hips up into the air....it's much easier for sapnap to latch onto them this way :D

eventually sapnap makes his way back up under george's arms, and it's then he remembers just how sensitive his triceps are. so he drags his nails there experimentally. just a tiny scratch on the soft skin of george's right tricep. the reaction is insane. george screams like someone is killing him before breaking out into the most ridiculous high pitched cackles sapnap has ever heard. his cheeks are bright red and he’s pleading every chance he can.

unfortunately, it goes without being acknowledged

sapnap switches to lightly dragging his fingers over both triceps, and george enters a whole different level of hysteria. george is frantic, bending his arms as much as he can. his fingers are outstretched and lightly brushing against sapnap's knuckles, but never reaching far enough to grab them to stop the tickling. it's a never ending loop of torture, and being so close to successfully putting an end to it makes everything ten times worse. sapnap uses both hands on one of george's triceps and his laugh goes silent, signaling to sapnap that it's time to stop

of course sapnap slides down onto the floor with george, cuddling into him and hugging him tight. george continues giggling deliriously, still feeling an overflow of ghost tickles all throughout his body. he whines and complains to sapnap that it's not fair, that he hates him, but george stays glued to sapnap's side the rest of the night, just absolutely floaty and giggly and completely satisfied