#sapphic-sppider

[bs-el]

@beangods tagged me to describe myself in moodboard style by using only pics from my phone! i had no idea tag memes like this were still going around =w=

I wanted to use non-cat images but i went through like all 1000ish images on my phone and honestly like half of them are pics i've taken and the other half are cats

I'll tag @moth-fuzz @trans-shiny-primarina @nate96411 @halfangelhavoc @sapphic-sppider @littlestartemis @spookynewt and really all my friends and mewtuals weheheheee

[tsukuyomishirabes]

do dragons then ya nerd

Send me a pokemon type and I’ll tell you what my team would be of that type

thanks nerd

[oarfishfever]

fire type!

i actually have a real soft spot for heatmor, and i truly wish it was even remotely usable because i actually do love its design a lot. also volcarona is legit my favorite pseudolegendary don’t @ me

[littlestartemis]

normal

Ah, my original favorite type before Fairy came along. And you know I think my “favorite normal types” has been my most consistent list of pokemon in the entire series through the years. Alola absolutely dominated my bugs for example, but my normals have been same as it ever was. Cinccino for speed sweeper lead, without question, absolutely my number one out of these six, but Bewear definitely isn’t 6th place despite the picture

[voidtouchedicarus]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌼🌻

hgfhgf OK I GUESS. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I’M........... havin a hard time apparently lma o,,,

I guess I do like my fashion sense as of late-- and even on work days I feel really comfortable in my nice dress shirts (hopefully more so when my binder comes in within the next few days). It makes me feel confident.

Not to sound vain but my hair is ON POINT lately and i’m feeling peak masc-androgynous and like a general bad bitch when my bangs flip down over my left eye.

Even if work is rough af lately, i’m getting better at making drinks faster despite the pressure/speed I have to keep up w, proud of myself for that.

Been doing more art lately, and trying to keep up w doing art, even if i don’t post it all, just to keep myself from gettign too rusty. And i’m not 100% UGH’d by my art currently, so that’s good!?

I’M TRYING BUT IT’S HARD TO THINK RN UHHHH getting better about not accidentally/subconsciously misgendering myself at home?? or in my head???

[carolofthedailydays]

happy borfday! ❤❤❤

Thank u, love!

[spookynewt]

you'd be some kinda consort/messenger type deal for some important questgiver (royalty, scientist, deity, what-have-you) that constantly has to deal with their shit but get many opportunities to snark about them to the PCs. you have virtually no bearing on the story but you get a sort of cult following from the fans

it’s just like my real life

[burnsombreroburn]

ocarina of time, gibdo mask

Ocarina of Time: Favorite Song

Mmmmm this one particular version of the Dark World theme from Brawl

No wait fuck that, I pick Molgera

Gibdo Mask: Favorite Monster

Okay but that gauntlet

[trans-shiny-primarina]

fairy/normal. the normal is because cats

No dragon in here huh? Understandable tho. Fairy/Normal is a weird typing for me in general tho tbqh.

[undertaleofficial]

@sapphic-sppider

this was made for you

[tsukuyomishirabes]

let's see poison

Send me a pokemon type and I’ll tell you what my team would be of that type

We’ve already had Scolipede and Crobat, so we have Venusaur and Drapion instead

[littlestartemis]

@sapphic-sppider

HAP BORT

[voidtouchedicarus]

💝 if you're still doin em

@sapphic-sppider

i can’t just........ not make a spider girl for u........ it’s impossible. you ARE the spider

[lizzorasaurus]

@chocolateclockworks - You are my first place winner! @sapphic-sppider - you are my second place winner! (PRIZE HAS BEEN CLAIMED!)

[tsukuyomishirabes]

have a happy birthday! or else

D:

[littlestartemis]

I wasn’t expecting to get one ask let alone two, LET ALONE two that are essentially the same thing. 

I was gonna draw something for this, but the mood left after I finished the skeleton so have a written dealy instead: 

Town after town, caravan after caravan, each search turning up no results. Though truth be told, you weren’t exactly expecting to find what you were looking for in spades. An affliction was going around, some called it a disease, others a curse, but everyone agreed that it stank of an evil influence as people were going to sleep but not waking again. Still alive and breathing, but trapped in the other world conjured by their sleeping mind. Rumors sprang up that there were indeed cures, special potions or herbs that could dispel the dark influence, but the stories always seemed to vary and fluctuate from person to person. That is, except for one detail. A special flower with petals that could only be described as “existing in theory” given their texture and look, that only grew in the harshest of harsh climates, and often times in magically dense landscapes where humans dared not venture.

You sighed as you walked by a small, unassuming little medicinal shop nestled humbly between two larger establishments. You’d have likely missed it were you not distinctly searching for these very sorts of shops. Of course, you doubted you’d find anything of value. A friendly hello, a question the seller had likely heard a hundred times already today, and a goodbye after an unfortunate “no”. But, one misses every shot not taken as they say.

You step inside, a little bell jingles above the door to announce your presence... and beyond that, there’s no sign of life anywhere in the shop. Well, no human life anyway. In regards to plant life, it looked as though a garden had done everything in it’s power to devour the building it was growing in. Everything from the floor, to the walls, the shelves, and even the ceiling were overgrown with vines, leaves, flowers, and occasionally thorns. Lining the plant life covered shelves were various vials of a myriad of sizes, all containing substances of radically different color and consistency. Some sported names of different illnesses, others seemed to present a general health benefit. As you explore the strange little medicinal shop, eventually you turn a corner further into the store, and are met with an odd sight indeed.

It seemed you’d found the owner of the store, presently speaking with a young girl. “Now remember: One drink in the morning, two before bed. Make sure she eats something with each dose, preferably something filling like meat, because that stuff should do its job quickly but its going to take a lot of her energy.” As the shop keep spoke he was examining presumably the girl’s payment, lifting a single gold coin up in both hands before him. As he hummed in thought, the two dark brown fluffy ears atop his head stood up straight, and the wolf like tail behind him swayed back and forth. It was difficult to tell much else about him, given your distance and his size, but he seemed to be a young man, surprisingly so for a potions seller, or really a shop keep of any sort. Long locks the same colors of his ears and tail hung down just past his shoulder in well kept, bouncy, and somewhat lazy curls. He adjusted the glasses on his nose as he set the coin down on the counter he stood on, looking the girl over with an arched brow. “Got all that?”

She hardly seemed perturbed or confused by the minuscule shop keep, offering a smile and a nod. “One when she wakes up-”

“Not when she wakes up, in the morning. She’ll need to get up early for this to take effect.”

“Oh, right. Morning. Two before bed. Eat something filling with each. And it’ll really work like you said?” 

He smiled kindly. “Young lady, your mother will have more energy than when she was well in a matter of days.”

The girl clutched the vial in her hands with an excited noise escaping her before bowing her head. “Thank you, thank you Mr Wolf!” And with that, she was running past you and out the door.

He rubbed the back of his head with a sigh. “Can’t believe that stuck...” He turned away from the pile of gold coins on his counter as he approached a potted plant of some sort, pulling out a dropped of some sort from the cloak he wore and presumably performing some form of upkeep on the plant. Before you have a chance to introduce yourself, one ear swivels towards you, and he speaks without looking away. “Yes yes, I can assure you I’ve heard every question and quip under the sun, so we can skip that little chunk of conversation. Let me know what it is you need cured, how long you have, and how you intend to pay. I don’t take trades, and I don’t buy things from wandering “adventurers”. I don’t care how many slimes you’ve split in two, I don’t want your cursed random assortment of barely magical crystals!” He pauses before clearing his throat. “Off topic. Apologies, I can get a bit short. And yes, I’ve heard that too.” 

A bit thrown off by the snippy introduction and brief tirade, it takes you a moment to collect yourself. But after that moment, you explain what it is you’re looking for, and how much you can afford to pay.

After the last few days of searching, you were expecting a sigh and a rejection of some sort. You were already preparing to turn and go- “The shelf to your left, one of the swirling purple and red vials that look like pudding.” He spoke simply. Seemingly satisfied with whatever work he was performing on his plant, he finally turns towards you and walks to the edge of the counter. “Normally the ingredients are a bit tough to get a hold of, but I always stockpile when moon lily blooming season starts up. That’s what’s gotten into folks for the record, no silly curses. Much worse things to be afraid of if you asked me.” He looks you over for a moment, one ear laying flat against his head before waving a hand. “Bah, just take it. I wouldn’t feel right charging for it this season.”

You consider asking a series of questions as you pick up one of the little vials on the shelf beside you. How could he possibly have such confidence in his supply of this medicine? How could he have any to begin with at his size? For that matter, how DID he get to be this size to begin with? And the ears and tail? All of it muddles into an uncertain storm of questions in your head before you decide to simply bow your head in a humble thank you. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. No special instructions, whoever’s asleep, just pour that down their gullet and they’ll be right as rain in a day’s time.” He turns away from you and towards a segment of counter that leads into a back room via a door meant only for his size. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a short meeting with one of my suppliers. Have a nice day, and don’t get sick.” And with that, he’s gone.

You manage to shake off the confusion as you step away and out of the shop... only for the interior to shake with the sound of a monstrous roar from far back in the establishment. You decide to shelve that question with the others as you hurry out of town to head back home.