#puck reverie

[nebulacritter]

more ok ko edits!!!!

[emilnikos]

extremely quick puck reverie doodle that I managed to crank out after work

[gayserblast]

Hi sorry I've been dead have a Puck for your troubles

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bunch of newer and older okko doodles

[funnefox]

Wanna wish @someniam a happy birthday! Go follow them and draw their boy Puck Reverie in honor

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group E Round 1

[image ID: the first image is of Puck Reverie, a character with brown skin, long brown hair worn loosely, and light yellow eyes with black, vertical pupils. he has 2 triangular ears, similar to a cat's, and a dog-like tail. he has 2 white angel wings on his back and a halo above his head. he's shirtless, and simply wears a pair of pants. the second image is the cover of The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole. it depicts a man in a European-style suit of armor approaching 2 women dressed in 18th century dresses. end ID]

Puck Reverie

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Conrad

First gothic novel ever written. He's the weak fail son of Lord Manfred who is so sickly and weak that his father is like "we must marry him off as early as possible so he won't die first" and then on the morning of his wedding he's crushed to death by a giant stone helmet that falls from above. This is like the first two pages of the story and the story quickly moves on from him. My Gothic Horror class was so obsessed with this dude that we mentioned him every single class and also we named our cohort "Conrad" which later became "Conrad Van Helsing" (just cause we also liked the name Van Helsing). Imagine thinking "my son is so weak and sick so he better get married before he succumbs to it" and then he's crushed to death by a giant helmet. Anyone would have died from that he didn't even need to weak or sickly to die from it it's so funny this is what started the entire genre of gothic horror this is the world we live in isnt it grand dracula came from conrad being crushed to death by a helmet on the opening pages

[someniam]

I made a comic titled Things To Do At A Sleepover! Featuring Puck Reverie and Glitter Starlight! These are all filled with lovely headcanons of mine. The second to last panel was inspired by another art I saw once. Enjoy!

[oceanicartgal]

Saw this one image and I KNEW I had to do an ok ko redraw of it.

Anyways here's something I just finished from an idea I had a few months ago-

[scrawlingskribbles]

accidentally tripped & fell down a rabbithole of Thinking Too Hard/Deeply About OK KO Worldbuilding/LoreTM so I’ve been sitting here at my desk job sorting out paperwork for the past few hours probably looking like:

[one-winged-dreams]

-kicks down the door- LOOK at this fucking moodboard @faerie-circle-ships made for my gay goth old god ship!!!! 😭

Y'all have been too fucking nice enabling me over Aki, like, I am TRULY STUNNED that he's getting such a warm reception. Now I feel bad for being so tsun over him ajksghdkjl.

But thank you all for supporting my being so UNHINGED, I'm sure this is going to go on for a while so BUCKLE THE FUCK UP.

[nebulacritter]

best background character ever

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Hat Trick (Safest with You AU)

1.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din takes you to a hockey game for date night. Hat Trick = when a player scores three times (goals) in a game.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), No smut but smut adjacent, established relationship, possessive!Din if you squint really hard, thigh riding/grinding in public, dirty talk, light degradation (whore, affectionate), pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), use of hockey terms.

A/N: My beloved Canucks are leading their conference (woo!) and they’re playing tonight so to wish them luck, here’s a little one shot with our Safest with You couple. There’s a little more characterization of reader in this one in that she’s a big hockey fan, hope that doesn’t stop anyone from enjoying the story! 😘 Also, the term "puck bunny" is used but is not intended in any actual derogatory or sexist way; it's completely light-hearted teasing because we, reader and Din, all know that shaming female fans is not a thing and we can happily let woman enjoy sports any way they want🏒🐰

“These are great seats, Din!” you beam, as you take off your jacket and look around; you’re seven rows up from the ice in the lower bowl, right behind the goal.  Perfect seats.

As soon as Din sees your sweatshirt, he laughs at the bright team colours and large block letters in the front that read “I just hope both teams have fun.”  My sweet girl, he thinks.

Turns out, you did not want both teams to have fun.  Turns out, you wanted the visiting team to eat ice shit.

The first time your team’s defense crushes someone against the glass with devastating precision and you roar your approval, he looks over, stunned.  While he knew you loved hockey, he hadn’t expected you to get so into a live sporting event.

And he knew you had a mouth on you, but he’s never heard it at this volume, your hands cupping around your mouth in a makeshift bullhorn to amplify your trash talk:

“PUT HIM IN JAIL!!!!” When the ref doesn’t call for the tripping of one of your players.

“Don't get too comfortable!!! Don't even sit down!!” When the opposing team opts for a two-man advantage for their power play by pulling their goalie.

“How was that fucking slashing?!  He barely touched him!! What is this, soccer????”  When your team captain is put in the penalty box.

“Get it together!! I've seen more organization at the zoo!!” When the teams fight for the puck against the boards, the other team attempting to clear.

“This isn’t cake, stop icing!!” When the other team does clear the puck.

You’re equally as vocal with your encouragement and praise:

“Shoot it!  Shoot it!  Atta boy!!”

“Let’s go defense, let’s go!! Yesssssssss!!”

“Fucking look how smooth that line change was!!”

“Get it, get it, you got it!!”

You cheer loud and earnestly for every save your goalie makes, face-off won, and glove dropping fight.  Each home goal is celebrated out of your seat, reverie extending to Din and your seat neighbours via hugs and high-fives. Your energy is infectious and Din hasn’t had this much fun at a hockey game in years.

During the second intermission, just when the two of you are musing if it’s worth the line-ups to get a bucket of popcorn to share, you hear a familiar voice say your name.

“Jessica?” you squeal in delight, throwing your arms around a petite blonde, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I thought that was you! Derek and I have been debating it over the last two periods, and I finally said I would just come over and find out for myself,” she points up in the stands a couple of sections over and a few rows up, and you see her husband waving wildly with both arms and you wave back enthusiastically.

The two of you catch up quickly and when you introduce Din to your friend, she looks thrilled, “Do you play as well?”

Din looks confused, so you proudly answer for him, “Din’s a boxer.”

“Ohhhhhh. Sorry, you just had the look of an enforcer, but that makes sense.”  You have to keep yourself from laughing at the double meaning Jess definitely didn’t intend.

The two of you chat a little bit longer before your friend has to leave if she’s to make it back to her seat before the third period starts.  As you say goodbye and promise to see each other again soon, you look up to wave to Derek as well, and Jess says, “Oh, yeah, Russ is here with us too.” The man sitting next to Derek locks eyes with you and waves back, same as his friend.

Starting up the stairs, Jess says, “Nice to meet you!” to Din, a sentiment he returns, and to you, “Nice to see you’re branching out,” before she winks and runs away as you roll your eyes good naturedly.

When the third period gets underway, Din leans over, “What did she mean, branching out?”

You feel your cheeks get hot, and you avoid Din’s eye by keeping yours locked on the game, “Oh… well, I used to almost exclusively date hockey players…”

“Like…. a puck bunny?”

Dropping your jaw, scandalized, “No!! Not like a puck bunny!! That’s not a thing!” And as Din laughs, you feel the need to explain, “I wasn’t trying to date hockey players.  It just turned out that the people I dated also happened to play hockey.  Like, when Jess set me up with Derek’s friend, I didn’t know they played on a team together!”

“Oh, that guy over there?” Din looks up at where Jess has rejoined her husband and sees the man next to him looking over at the two of you.  You shrug and nod, turning back to the game, “So anyways, it was kind of like this joke that if I dated someone, they would coincidentally turn out to play hockey.”

Puck bunny, you mutter under your breath, and Din grins and throws his arm around you, kissing you on top of your head to placate you.

After the end of an exciting final period where your favourite right winger almost scores a hat trick, you and Din file out of the arena with the crowd, Din’s arm casually draped around your shoulders as you practically bounce out of happiness at your team’s win.

While walking to the subway, you spot Derek’s head peaking out above the crowd and he smiles big when he sees you and starts to make his way over.  Your two groups converge near the subway entrance and it’s another happy reunion. You haven’t seen Derek since you last saw Jess and you’ve always found him to be hilarious, laid back and kind; perfect for your bubbly friend.  Even seeing Russ again is nice, although there isn’t really any reason it wouldn’t be; the two of you had dated for a bit, but your long work hours and his away game schedule had prevented it from getting too serious, and the two of you had parted amicably.  If he stares at you while the five of you chat and revisit your favourite moments from the game, you don’t notice.  Derek and Jess invite you to join them at the sports bar they’re heading to, but you and Din politely decline, saying you have to get back to Al.  Only Jess and Din catch Russ’ look of disappointment before you part ways.   

While waiting on the subway platform, Din asks to know more about your friends, and you tell him everything: how you and Jess met at a baking class, Derek’s courtship and their wedding, and also about your and Russ’ brief relationship.

When you get on the subway, it’s too packed for you to find seats, so you end up standing right next to a pole by the door, with Din hovering protectively, ready to catch you if you lose your footing while the subway moves. 

“You know… I know how to play hockey too,” he’s looking at you with a silly, pouty face and you can’t help but giggle.  “Not ice hockey, but we’d sometimes play street hockey in front of the gym when we were kids.  Stopped after Paz broke a car window and it turned out that car belonged to a Hutt and nearly started a damn street war.”

“Omigod,” you chuckle, imaging a young Din and Paz running around the street with hockey sticks. 

“So… your streak isn’t broken… puck bunny.”

“Ugh!” you playfully swat at Din’s shoulder, “I told you!! It was a coincidence!”

Din leans in, pressing your back into the pole and whispers, “Ok, not a puck bunny… but you’re still my bunny.”

You gasp a little at the possessive tone lacing his words and can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, squirming slightly and hoping no one on the subway notices.

Din notices, though, “Is my pretty bunny feeling needy in front of all these people?  You need something between those legs, baby?”

You nod, whimpering just a bit, and pull Din closer by tugging at the bottom of his jacket.  Very subtly, he steps between your legs and bends his knee slightly so the angle slopes right at your core.  When the subway makes a tight turn, all the passengers jostle and Din’s leg bumps up into you, giving you a jolt of electrifying friction.  You close your eyes and have to bite you lip to stifle a moan.  Feeling cocky, Din whispers hotly in your ear, “Let them hear you, pretty bird.  Let everyone in this subway car know how dirty you are, getting off on daddy’s thigh in public.”

The subway goes over a bumpy stretch of track and you’re knocked right into Din’s chest, pressed up against his body, practically sat down on his leg.  You don’t bother to upright yourself, instead letting the rolling movement of the subway rock your needy pussy back and forth against Din’s thigh, slowly warming the ball of pleasure within you.

You’re practically humming with need in Din’s arms; just before the subway jerks to a stop, he growls in your ear, “Do you think you can come like this, baby? Or do you need me to fuck you in front of all these strangers, so they can see what a pretty whore you are?”.  The screech of the subway brakes cover-up your moans, and you’re only slightly relieved when Din withdraws his knee, but continues to hold you close against his chest.  As the train starts to move again, you look up at him with your lust hooded eyes, and quietly whine, “Daddy.”

Din chuckles and leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “No one gets to see you come but me, okay pretty bird?  Now can you be a good girl and be patient for daddy?  Just two more stops and I’ll give you that hat trick you deserve when we get home.”

Smiling dreamily at the promise of multiple orgasms, you nod, “Okay, I’ll be good.  As long as both teams get to have fun,” and as you snuggle deeper into Din’s arms, you feel his whole chest vibrate with laughter.

Part 2 (The Playoffs)

[jadelotusflower]

Julie Taymor’s filmed version of the play she debuted at Brooklyn’s Theater for a New Audience in 2013. In this splendid production, a reverie of love, lust, infatuation, and desire, the charmed Puck—in the visage of a Chaplinesque character—manipulates young lovers through a night of magical excitement and quintessential poetry.

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October Books

Man, I don't know what my life even is any more. I'm just reading and disassociating and trying to get my husband to let me decay into my final mushroom form. This is my lightest reading month. I have no reason for it other than some of these were absolute bricks.

When the Moon Hatched - Sarah A. Parker ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hockey Boy - Brittanee Nicole ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ No Pucking Way - C. R. Jane & May Dawson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Our Pucking Way - C. R. Jane & May Dawson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Reverie - Shain Rose ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Truly Madly Deeply - L. J. Shen ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Connor - Billie Lustig ⭐️⭐️ The Restoration - Maia Terry ⭐️ Before We Came - Sloane St. James ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Things We Hide From the Light - Lucy Score ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Words - Ashley Jade ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Paved in Blood - Sonja Grey ⭐️ Holy Sinner - Darcy Dahlia ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Lights Out - Navessa Allen ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fire Line - Maggie C. Gates ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Pucking Around - Emily Rath ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Love on the Waiver Wire - Anna Noel ⭐️ The Pucking Wrong Date - C. R. Jane (Audiobook) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ People We Meet on Vacation - Emily Henry ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Darkest Temptation - Danielle Lori ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Art of War and Love - Honey Mavryck ⭐️⭐️ Icebreaker - Hannah Grace ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Thug and His Doll - Bea Paige ⭐️ Doppelbanger - Heather M. Orgeron ⭐️⭐️ Burned Dreams - Neva Altaj ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Center Ice - Julia Connors ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Fell for You - Renee Harless ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Saving Anna - T. Thomas ⭐️ These Rough Waters - Ria Wilde ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Au Pair Affair - Tessa Bailey ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ His Tesoro - Emilia Rossi ⭐️⭐️ The Mistake - Elle Kennedy ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Bull Rush - Maggie Rawdon ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Ruin - Samantha Towle ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Off Limits - Emma Creed ⭐️⭐️ Silent Lies - Neva Altaj ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Does It Hurt? - H. D. Carlton ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ On the Wild Side - Kristen Proby ⭐️ The Pieces We've Lost - H. K. Green ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Ghost Knight - Jewels Baxter ⭐️ Campfires and Canines - Aly Hollis ⭐️⭐️ Reckless - Else Silver (Audiobook) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Bloody Heart - Sophie Lark ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Devoured by You - Tracie Delaney ⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Dixon Rule - Elle Kennedy ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Things We Left Behind - Lucy Score ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Exposing Atalanta - Molly Briar ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Exposing Adonis - Molly Briar ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

48 total books read for October 2024.

[eventinelysplayground]

This is an entry for @aquagirl1978 event A Series of Firsts. I haven't finished Shakespeare's route yet so hopefully I got his personality and the vibe down right going off what I have gotten through and the event stories I have. Possible TW it mentions death, no details just that a death has happened. I may also do another entry but not sure about that one yet.

Merry Christmas my Juliet

Snow blanketed the outside of the villa. It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve and Shakespeare sat in his chair by the roaring fireplace with a cup of tea in his hands. As he sipped his tea he looked around the room that was decorated for the holidays and decades worth of memories came flooding in.

Look Will I made a skirt to go around the bottom of the tree! Do you like it? Aye verily much so though it seems mine eyes aren't the only ones that admire it. Huh? Ahhh Puck stop chewing on it. What a bad little rabbit! If you keep that up Santa won't bring you any presents.

Can you grab the stockings for me please. Thy wish is my command…My Juliet there seems to be an extra this year or did you decide Puck has a need of one. No it's not extra and it's not for Puck either. Though they will likely be Pucks size at first, hopefully not as mischievous though.

Ahhh no no no don't pull on that! Will I need help! Mitsuki are you alright? Let me hold the tree,what is going on? Your daughter nearly pulled the tree down on herself grabbing at that bell ornament! We're going to have to take them all off the bottom branches. Aye I think tying it to that beam would be prudent as well, lest a tragedy befall us. What a bad little girl scaring your Father and I like that Elizabeth, if you keep that up Santa won't bring you anything.

Look at that ornament father! I think mother would like it don't you? Hmmm I believe you are correct Edward, shall we buy it for her then?

We made these cookies all by ourselves Father! I helped decorate them. My they appear so….festive. Here have this one Father, aren't they good? My sweet Jane I am at a loss for words truly. Now off to bed with you all the hour is late. Tell me my darling, do we have any strong drink about?

Grandfather! Grandfather! Well well such excited little children today! Now since you've all been very good children I'm sure I have something for each of you. Elizabeth, Jane these are for you. Thank you Grandfather! Now Thomas this for you. Gah gah bllth! Yes yes you are very welcome my boy and for you Edward…Wow a train set, thank you Grandfather! Comte you spoil them too much. Nonsense Ma Cherie it's Christmas after all, also this is for you. Good Comte you seem to outdo yourself every year. I enjoy it Will, this one's for you.

Will I'm glad you waited until after the festivities but you really don't need to sulk. Then tell me what I am to do? My daughter has not only found a lover but it is another resurrected by he who carried out my own. Think of it this way at least since he knows everything already we don't need to hide anything. We'll be able to stay in their lives and when they have children one day... I pray thee stop right there! Oh Will, how about I give you your favorite present now. My mood will not be improved by that. Oh really now?

Wills reverie was interrupted by a cheerful voice calling out to him.

??: Father are you home? We came early to see…

??: Grandpa! Grandpa!

Shakespeare: Hark I doth hear the voices of little angels calling.

Two smiling little girls came bouncing over to Shakespeare and clamored into his lap. Following close behind them was a young woman who slowed her steps as she took in her surroundings. As she surveilled the scene in front of her an expression of shock and then a big smile graced her face.

Shakespeare: My sweet Jane, what is with your expressions today?

Jane: I'm sorry Father just I wasn't expecting it to look so nice in here.

Shakespeare: Do you not have faith in me?

Jane: It’s not that…

??: She’s been convinced you'd be sitting here wallowing in grief and despair and insisted we come early. This is from Le Comte.

Jane: Wolf!

Mozart just shrugged and handed Shakespeare a small wrapped box before walking over to examine the Christmas tree.

Jane: Oh it looks like you're running low on firewood. Wolf why don't you and the girls go and get some from out back. Perhaps you can even make snow angels for Grandpa while you're at it, I'm sure he'd love that.

Shakespeare smiled at his youngest daughter's clumsy attempt to get everyone out of the villa. All Mozart could do was sigh as he called for his children to follow him back outside. Jane fidgeted for awhile before sitting down on the sofa placing her hands in her lap. They sat in silence for a few moments, Shakespeare watching his daughter whose attention seemed captivated by the tree.

Shakespeare: Speak plainly Jane. Your words will not offend me.

Jane: Father…..all right. I was worried about you, we all have been. You've seemed so lost and not like yourself since Mother died and well this is the first holiday since then and…

Shakespeare: Thou hast always been so sweet and empathetic Jane. Too much so I think at times much akin to your mothers spirit, yet it has served you well it seems as it did her.

Shakespeare smiled weakly as he looked at Jane, her face very much like her mother's. He could see the worry in her eyes for him and he turned his attention to the tree to try and lessen the pain.

Shakespeare: Shall I speak truth to you?

Jane nodded silently.

Shakespeare: Twas not my original intent to partake in festivities this year. Indeed this life of mine has lost much of its splendor with your mother's departure from it. Fate would seem to have other ideas though and rest the pen away from me. I happened upon a most peculiar sight the other day.

Jane: What did you see?

Shakespeare: Nothing spectacular just a couple walking beside the Seine one afternoon. The lady was lamenting though about the extravagant gifts she'd just been lavished with and how she could not possibly accept another much to her gentleman's protests otherwise. It plucked at my heart and my memories sinking me further into despair at first. That night my dreams were filled with words and images of my departed love, when I awoke I was momentarily overcome with sadness but then a strange comfort overcame me.

Shakespeare took another sip of his tea before turning back to face his daughter.

Shakespeare: Undoubtedly grief still grips me yet however my dreams although sorrowful also offered me continued hope. I am but a humble poet yet because of your Mother I wrote some of the most wonderful stories. Not just to play out upon a stage but that played out in every moment of this near eternity of mine. Do you think your Mother would go easy on me if I put out such works now as to disappoint my fellow players?

Jane: No I don't think she would.

Shakespeare: Aye henceforth although they may not be worthy of a standing ovation I must continue to pen more works, to carry on our story lest once my time finally does come to an end and we are reunited I will be unable to face her. So I started by deciding to decorate as we had every year.

Jane: Mother always loved everything about Christmas. I'm so glad you're feeling even just a bit better Father.

As the afternoon turned into evening Shakespeare found himself surrounded by all his children and grandchildren basking in their soothing warmth and fond memories of Christmases past. Before he retired for the night he paused once more in front of the Christmas tree. He reached out to a ribbon tied around one of the branches in a bow, another memory of his departed beloved filtering through his mind.

Merry Christmas Will! How did you divine my heart's wish for this merriest of days? Hehe it wasn't too hard you always say you want me and well every present has to have a ribbon.

Shakespeare smiled to himself as tears welled in his eyes.

Shakespeare: Merry Christmas my Juliet.

[numberonemagolorfan]

More villain doodles/hcs + a Virgo fun fact

Hello! I decided to make some random doodles of some of the ocs participating in @villain-oc-tournament! I’m a little busy so I wasn’t able to do as much as I wanted to, but I still wanted to make some stuff before the second round of the tournament began!

Before I get to the doodles, I noticed in the post for round two that the villains who are out of the tournament are getting coffee together. Maybe. So, I made a whole list of what I think those guys would order from Starbucks with my very limited knowledge of Starbucks drinks.

Nyx- quad espresso (Also eats espresso pucks)

Blue- that blue Frappuccino thingy that technically doesn’t exist yet but he got it anyway

Reverie- PINK DRINK

Sascha- caramel cinnamon cold brew

Zack- black coffee like the emo he is

Halya- iced flat white

Bevelyne- Chai latte

Kevin- PINK DRINK

Shay- Java chip Frappuccino

Entropy- something with pistachio

Mordiggan- PINK DRINK (he also broke through a wall)

Ratch- Pumpkin spice (it’s not even in season)

Sebastian- Matcha latte

Avarice- that one really expensive Starbucks drink from Japan

Pyramid- iced shaken espresso

Marigold and Zack’s snake were not allowed in due to no pets being allowed.

Now here are the doodles!

The first one is just non-serious drawings I did for fun. The second one includes one of my ocs, Rezi, interacting with some of your ocs! Bc why not. She’s cool.

And now for the Virgo fun fact I,,,probably should have brought up sooner lmao-

Virgroxaan isn’t human at all. Nobody knows exactly what she is…with one exception. Her form is made of concentrated dark matter. She looks somewhat human, but something is just…off about her. Something that prevents her from being fully perceived as human. This form makes it easy for her to corrupt and curse others. However, that being said, dark matter isn’t very stable and isn’t easy to regenerate. So, Virgo occasionally possesses an immortal being! She has broken the spirits of several immortals and basically turned them into “corpses.” This is one of those immortals, and the body she possesses the most often.

His name was Tamayan. He was a somewhat selfish, yet charismatic and fair person. Now he has lost any and all sentience and his sense of self. It’s unclear whether he can even be considered alive. He’s still girlypop tho.

It’s much easier to regenerate and appear human to others in this form, which is also why it is the form you will most likely see her in. However, it can be a little harder to curse/corrupt others. It also has another…interesting side effect. Although they aren’t overpowering, Virgroxaan is actually capable of feeling emotions in this form. Anger, sadness, fear, pride, disgust…they’re all possibilities now. She does not know how to feel about them. Is…confusion a possibility?

I AM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG FODNSKDOFNSODBDISHS

I had so much fun drawing/writing about these guys tho! I have a lot planned for the future as well. If you have any requests/suggestions, feel free to dm me and I’ll definitely respond!

Thanks for reading all of this! Here’s a cookie! 🍪

Have a great day and happy voting!