#plumadot

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

I wanna the spotlight on @plumadot for a moment. Not only for being one of the kindest, sweetest, most thoughtful and wonderful artists in this community, but also for their open-mindedness and quick wit. She's such a joy, an absolute light in any room they step into.

-Much love from a little ant cat :3

@plumadot !!!

[skrimbled]

Another ant cat!! This time big boss Dotty <33 I have no clue why they look so gremlin in this but i'm living for it!

@plumadot i forgot about that- oops lol.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Everything me and @septiccoffeefreak have built on the Antcat Colony Server so far :3

(color-coded, so pink is stuff I made and green is stuff Seán made)

[gremnda]

grem i'm so happy you're a dnd nerd now your tags on my art really made me smile kghfjdkgj you're too sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAHHH happy stimming!!! hi plumey!!! <33 i'm also very happy to be a dnd nerd now, i recently made my first dnd character and he's a small fighter bunny :,,D i never thought dnd could be so much fun until i actually started playing, it also comes with the plus of me finally being able to understand your au and go insane over it!! >:D

[hermit-permits]

This DIAMOND PERMIT has been given to PLUMADOT for HAVING A DND AU.

(The anon also requested this permit for her kindness and positivity in the community, and the Permit Maker (i.e. the blog runner) agrees with that statement.)

look at this chaotic little dnd party

[icarus-hasfallen]

Yo! Check out the VOD my friend recorded the other day, where we make terrible decisions and take over an island!

(And where, y'know... I get blown up within 30 seconds of existing on the server!)

[appleblocks]

So I'm in @plumadot 's discord server and we're the catant (cat ant) army and we went down into an ant rp spiral AND IT WAS SO FUN!!!! X3 The best whimsy fun I've had in YEARS!!!!!!!

SO I DREW HER AS THE QUEEN ANT AND A DESIGN FOR US ANT KNIGHTS!!! >:3

[kiwibirdlafayette]

ive mentioned that when mianite was happening i was deep in my lotr/hobbit hyperfixation. i failed to mention the vocaloid obsession as well

[leavesandbounds]

(All character art done by @plumadot I just played with them like dolls)

Plume said these three all believe they're the least normal in this group and mentioned this meme so I had to

[trafficblrpositivityproject]

@plumadot for being kind and lovely and such beautiful cute art and giving so many silly life series/etc fans a place to be silly and happy on their server and in their notes

@plumadot !!!

[cherrifire]

cherri cherri cherri your designs for martyn's episode were SO good gkjfdk i always love your work for his thumbnails but these were just absolutely incredible and such a delight to see in his video transitions,,,,, idk i just wanna say!!! amazing job!!! >v< !!!! love your work always!!!!

THANK YOU TUMBLR USER PLUMADOT

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Meows. Did you know I opened a bakery on Antcat server. Because I dids.

[gremnda]

google search you ever see a man so beautiful it makes you cry

me with @plumadot's dnd au scar :,] i hope you like it beloved! <3

[skrimbled]

I'm good! Working on my DnD :]

Start a server, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

Now said server members want to eat you lmao. Hru by the way it feels like a hit since i've been able to catch you on?

gfdkgjfdkgjf i wanna say this is a very recent development but i think it started with the moss smoothies actually...

i've been ok!!!!!! :D a little bit busy so i haven't been on the mc server as much... but i am building my cool post office so i'm crawling out of art block(?) :D !!!!! how are you? :D

[mellozheist]

a study of @plumadot's Docm!

Thank you for letting me study the goat, I have so much fun >:3

[mochiwrites]

couldn’t help writing a lil thing from @plumadot’s arts (linked here and here!)🥺👉👈 third life scarian possessed me so hard I broke out of my burn out for this reblogs would be really cool and awesome okaythankyou

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“And how are preparations for Doom Day going, my good sir?” Scar’s voice is a light sound behind him, tone cheerful and inquisitive all at once.

Grian turns around from where he’s knee deep in sand, a small hole dug out in front of him. Scar comes to stand beside him, red eyes staring down at him. His gaze is soft, far too soft for a man who’s meant to be anything but.

With a soft noise, Grian pushes himself up to stand while dusting off his hands. He leaves his shovel in the ground by the hole. His wings flutter.

He hums, surveying the area. He gazes at the holes of sand, where the tnt will be set down, at the place where a bunker will be built. “Not bad, I’d say. I think this place’ll be ready by tomorrow or some time ‘round then.”

Scar whistles, moving to casually wrap an arm around the green life’s shoulders. “Amayzin’!” His lips lift in a smile. “Man, those Dogwarts guys won’t know what hit ‘em!”

“That’s if this trap even works, Scar,” Grian mutters, unable to hold back the bitterness in his voice. His traps have hardly worked all game, and he’d be lying if he said he isn’t worried about this one failing too. “It has to,” he says, brows knitting together, “there’s too much riding on this one.”

His eyes trail over to Scar, who doesn’t seem to share his worries.

“Aw, c’mon G,” Scar starts as he pulls the other toward him. He tugs so that Grian’s facing him, their faces a few inches apart. Grian can feel how warm Scar is this close, can see the way his chest rises and falls. “I have total trust in you and your trapping skills. So relax a little, yeah?”

Grian frowns at him in turn. Speculation and trust aren’t good enough when up against his fail rate. He needs one hundred percent certainty. But he can’t just test this one. It’s a one time pull. “Scar—”

Careful fingers grab his chin, rough and calloused from the harsh conditions of the desert but still far too careful. Red names aren’t supposed to be careful or gentle, and yet here Scar is.

“I trust you,” Scar says again, and Grian doesn’t think this is how things are supposed to go. It’s not the first time he’s had this thought, and he’s sure it won’t be the last (provided they both survive this, that is). “You really do worry too much.”

“One of us has to while you’re off gallivanting around without a shirt on,” Grian grumbles while reaching for the edge of Scar’s cloak. He holds onto it, fingers digging into the fabric.

Scar lifts a playful brow at Grian’s comment, “Does that mean I look good while valligaggling?”

Grian snorts, the action laced with too much affection. “That’s not even a word, Scar,” he replies with a little laugh, one that makes Scar’s grin widen.

“It’s close enough,” the man hums in answer, their faces moving closer. His hand drops to Grian’s elbow, the other drawing him in closer by the waist. Red eyes flutter shut as his breath ghosts over Grian’s lips. “And it made you laugh.”

“Your priorities are seriously mixed up,” Grian’s voice is hardly above a whisper as watches as Scar draws in closer.

Their lips meet seconds later, chapped and warm. Grian stares at Scar’s face, the way the creases in his forehead smooth over and relax. He looks so content, a funny feeling to express when the powder keg is seconds from exploding.

It hardly takes any time at all for Scar to deepen the kiss, raising his hand from Grian’s elbow to hold the edge of his jaw. His thumb settles too close to Grian’s throat, yet not an ounce of fear runs through him. His eyes shut as he presses his lips back against Scar’s, a bit more pressure than the other applies. He catches Scar’s wrist in his hand, and his grip is a little tight at first (too tight for a green name). He has to remind himself to loosen his hand, but Scar never gives a reaction.

He simply angles Grian’s chin up slightly, hand shifting to cup his cheek. His fingers tangle in his hair, brushing against his ear.

It’s kind of a shame they’re blowing up the desert. He wouldn’t mind sharing more kisses with Scar out in the open chilly air like this.

Scar kisses him like he’s something fragile, something precious. He kisses him like he’s afraid of breaking him, and really it’s laughable how gentle he is with Grian. His eyes say he shouldn’t be.

(Ironic then, that Grian is wearing more red than him.)

It’s with a soft sigh that Scar pulls back, setting their foreheads against one another. So easily, so fluidly, he holds Grian’s face in both of his hands, one of his thumbs brushing along his cheek. There’s a fond smile on his face, and Grian feels a little dazed by the sight.

“Gri,” Scar says quietly, a moment shared for only the two of them, “I need you to know, I—”

Some kind of alarm rings in Grian’s head, and he knows he cannot let Scar finish that sentence. Panic runs down his spine like electricity, zapping him. He sets his hands on Scar’s front, gently pushing back as he turns his head away.

“H-Haha, we’ve wasted enough time, haven’t we?” he questions, some kind of desperate attempt to change the conversation. “We have a war to prepare for, remember?”

He doesn’t watch Scar’s face as he turns away, unable to face it. He turns his back to Scar, wings twitching behind him. Grian purposefully looks down at the sand before him, reminding himself of what he’s meant to be doing. “We, uh, have much to do still,” he says, trying to focus on anything but Scar. “I mean, unless you want me to lose my first life!”

Grian goes to say more, but two hands land on his shoulders, stopping him. He jumps just slightly, startled. Yet it doesn’t last long as he feels Scar’s warmth against his back. “…Scar,” he mumbles.

Arms wrap around him proper, holding him close. He feels Scar bury his face in his hair as the smell of lilacs and poppies flood his senses. “Just a little longer, okay?” the red name murmurs so softly.

Let me hold you for a little longer.

Stay with me for a little longer.

Pretend this’ll last for a little longer.

How selfish, Scar is. Grian looks down at the sand below, its mocking grains. He grabs hold of Scar, keeping him right where he is. “…I’m not going to die, Scar.”

“Promise me.” Scar’s arms tighten around him, giving away how much he needs Grian to stay alive. How much he treasures Grian, both his partnership and company.

Grian squeezes him. He supposes he’s a little selfish as well. “…I promise.”

Scar lets out a shaky breath, burying his face further into Grian’s hair.

They don’t move for a little while. A gentle red name and a green name clothed in far too much crimson. Together they stand, selfishly.