#stuff to show lamby

[gummigvts]

The saddest days are those when tumblr is stupid and doesn't show your tailored content to the people it's tailored to

I just want my sillies to see my posts 😔

We live in a society

[amimuu]

A splurg of questions if thats okay: What does VTA Lamb and Narinder do on a daily basis? What are their sleeping arrangments? Routines? How does Narinder navigate the touchy awkwardness currently? Does Lamb ever ask anything of Narinder outside of being put to rest when all is done? (Is there ever any hesitancy about that still, on either side?)

OHHHHH ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS I SEE

Alr lemme think UHHHHH….this is gonna be a long one brace yourselves

What do they do on a daily basis/their routines?

Well, excluding crusades…

Lamb: basically it goes like, morning sermon, checking on the disciples individually, checking on how they are doing on supplies and stuff like that, and just going around the cult making sure everything is working properly, sometimes sending a follower or two on errands to get more stuff if needed. They normally have a little checklist with them to not forget (which they tend to make the night prior). They also go on walks sometimes, in which Narinder usually tags along (I think I answered an ask about this before but am not sure). They walk in silence 80% of the time, and sometimes they stop by the Lamb’s favorite spot (a tree up a small hill close to the limits of the cult grounds). After this Lamb goes back to their room and does NOT sleep unless they really really need to (which can be up to 6 days without sleep)

Narinder on the other side: wakes up, Morning sermon, checking the protection he set around the cult is still working, cleaning the Lamb’s statue (and leaving offerings, usually flowers), following the Lamb around a bit, checking on the Lambs’ memorial altar (set up by the lamb when they first started crusading. Narinder started taking care of it after they died), and then if it is a silent walk day he just goes and tags along. Sometimes he tries to give gifts to the Lamb, but they are usually rejected or immediately disposed of. Still, doesn’t discourage him. After the walk or if there was no walk at all he goes back to his hut and sleeps. Lemme say that cat sleeps a LOT. Which brings us to the next question

Sleeping arrangements:

It’s basically like this.

Both their sleep schedules are concerning for very different reasons. Lamb doesn’t sleep nearly enough, practically avoiding it like the plague. It was easier when they had the crown cuz sleeping was more of a choice, but now that they are stuck in a semi-mortal body that has semi-mortal needs it’s not as easy as it was. They dread it. Because every time they go and sleep there’s a new nightmare waiting for them. About what? About what not, really. They are haunted. And funnily enough Narinder barely shows up in these dreams, and when he does it’s usually in the form of a memory or a comforting presence. Usually

So yeah avoid sleep at all costs!!

And then there’s Nari who just sleeps an unhealthy amount of time ever since he was freed. The cultists assumed he probably needed big amounts of sleep for some reason and just rolled with it. They were wrong. In fact Narinder doesn’t need to sleep AT ALL, but he enjoys it. He finds his dreams comforting especially cuz a certain someone tends to show up. Before resurrecting the Lamb this was his way to process his grief, but after resurrecting them he is finding it very hard to leave the habit behind and honestly? Why should he. Now,

How does Narinder handle the touchy awkwardness?

Oh boy does he struggle. Lamby here tolerates his presence but they made their point clear. They don’t wanna talk. And Narinder respects that, begrudgingly. He does however, bring them gifts as mentioned before, hoping this can somehow ease things a little between them (This is the way in which he knows to give affection, offerings.), but naturally it is ineffective. He is protective of them too, but mostly from afar.

Does Lamb ever ask anything from Narinder aside from their initial request?

Sometimes, but it’s rare. They do however ask him at one point to please take better care of himself. And other stuff later on in the story. But currently, just the occasional “Please go get this or that” or asking for his company during crusades, mostly cuz that’s both their responsibility.

And so we get to the best one.

Is there any hesitancy about it?

OH BOY IS THERE. A big chunk of the main arc revolves around what they both truly want and have wanted for a long time but their lack of communication kept them from. Narinder straight up hates the idea of having to let Lamb go again. While the Lamb is exhausted and feels betrayed, but a part of them wishes to remain with Narinder for the rest of eternity, so that makes things more complicated

See, they’ll eventually talk this all out but that’s after they actually start crusading and are basically obligated to spend time together. Everything I listed here eventually starts to shift as the story progresses , shifts that include Narinder getting into knitting to avoid sleeping all day, discussions about what ifs, lamb accepting some gifts and eventually asking Nari to please not go where they can’t follow. Fun stuff :]

HOPEFULLY THAT WASNT TOO LONG OF A RAMBLE (who am I kidding it was UHM.) and also hope very much it answered your questions :>!!!

[kichimiangra]

Show us your cult!!

We wanna see!

Nothing is in it's final place because I wanted to unlock all the buildables before finalizing but in the middle is my devotion farm

just south of that is my two refineries and north of that is My kitchen and the Followers kitchen on either side of the exit.

In the north west corner is the temple, sick bay, and one of the farms (There's 2)

In the South west Corner I have the stocks next to the outhouses so dissenters want to behave quicker so they don't have to smell poopy anymore, and next to that is the janitor shed and the Confessional, in case you need to confess something after a big boom boom.

in the South/Southeast part of the map I have the drink house (It was originally in the northern part but the drunks were keeping people awake all night) Then Lamby's tent next to the mating tent and egg hatchery with a drum circle to the north of it, and the second farm in the South east corner.

And up in the North east corner is the sleeping quarter, the "Send people out places" stuff and the tailor shop.

It's an absolute mess

[clown-demon]

Follower Forever (part one)

Just wanna do one of these cuz I just??? Adore y'all... I may not have EVERYONE included cuz I had bad brain and Tumblr does NOT show all my followers when I want it.. cuz it sucks.. But under the read more I'll list a bunch of peeps that mean stuff to me, and then some peeps I WANT to know / admire / wish to talk to...

The besties: People who I deem as close friends / friends. People I chat to often.

@the-reddish-muse - You are my beeb. My wonderful beeb that I forever will cherish. I look forward to talking to you everyday. You're one of the bestest friends I have ever made. You def make my days brighter, even if we're just passing around pictures or something. I still LOVE our thread and our story we had going. You mean the world to me. You are a wonderful friend and I lobbu very much. You're in my mind a lot, and I am always wishing you the best. <3

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@nurturing-starlight - It's been like... two years since we've known each other? I KNOW we met when I started RPing Eleanor. I saw Damien on my dash and I'm like 'huh that's a cool character' and I followed and I NEVER REGRETTED IT. You are an AMAZING person, you are a talented artist and writer! I always look forward to seeing your threads on my dash. I LOVE and ADORE Nimue with all my heart. She's just such a well thought out OC, and I think it's amazing how you're able to mesh her so well with other verses. She's def one of my all time favorite OCs. I wanna squish her.

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@pcrplevenom - You are the LONGEST moot I have had. We've been mutuals for AT LEAST seven years. I met you when I was on my Warden blog. And we've been mutuals ever since. You are one of my dearest friends and I love when we chat! I LOVE Soldan. I say it from time to time again, I have NEVER read Homestuck and I actually really do not like it?? (Had an ex constantly shove it down my throat and nag me.) But I adore your little troll you have. Also it's VERY admirable that you have stuck with a muse for SO long. I bounce a lot between muses but you have stuck to the same muse for YEARS. It really shows how much you love your character!

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@blackstardiopside - YOU'RE a long time mutual too! We met when I got into Steven Universe and RPed Peridot! AAH I STILL ADORED OUR SHIP. I honestly love your little bean you have. She's so thought out and adorbs, I LOVE her design and her characterization! I also love when we chat! We don't chat as much anymore, but I still adore the times when we do! You're such nice and kind person, never forget that!

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@nulfy - I know we haven't like, known each other for very long. But you are someone I have warmed up VERY quickly to! I love chatting with you, although I sometimes get paranoid I am being a bother. .w. But you are a very kind person, I do NOT care what anyone else says about you-- you have proven me to me from time to time AGAIN that you are a kind and deserve all the love in the world. I absolutely HATE what has happened to you-- you do NOT deserve any of that shit. I only hope for the best for you, always. If you ever need someone to chat to-- my discord messages are ALWAYS open to you. Mwah!

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@gonnachasethestars - IT HONESTLY FEELS LIKE WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR LONGER. Man I was SO happy when we exchanged discords cuz I REALLY wanted to talk to you! You are an EPIC writer, I love the detail you put into your writing! You REALLY give characters life! Kounosuke will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart because of you! You're one of my dearest friends and I will always cherish our friendship. <3

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@lambfated - I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR A YEAR NOW. We met up the last time I RPed Narinder and that was like, a year ago. Man, time flies doesn't it? You are SUCH a lovely person and I ADORE all our interactions! I admire the fact you've stuck with ol Lamby for SO long and put so much detail into your character! You took a character with NO dialogue and turned them into something INCREDIBLE. Your Lamb will always be canon to me. I also adore when we chat, you're such a nice person! Zzzzz buddies!

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@swordduels - You are probably one of the friendliest people I have met! You give off such energetic vibes and I LOVE it! You're so kind and I adore our chats! I love the fact you can strike up a convo with me at anytime! Cuz sometimes-- I just don't know how to reply??? And it fills me with joy when I see a message from you pop up!

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@yoxngmadnxss - YOU'RE A long time mutual that I have had around for a few years! I LOVE the fact we've started to chat more!! You're SO much fun to talk to, and I am SO thrilled we talk now! You're such a talented writer, and I ADORE your art. I am SO excited to see more of your art for when you start digitally with a tablet! You're so kind and nice to me, it makes me SUPER happy. I love RPing with you all the time! And I love the fact you've stuck with me for so long! <3

[rasberryt0rte]

Next set of drawings, these r pencil only sketches bc I ran out of time to properly finish them off, once again these r also going in the finish off later pile :'-)

Each sketch gets a little description bellow,,

1st Is a girl I drew but her eyes where too high up, challenge included not using an eraser, like literally keeping it as limited as possible so we live with our mistakes 🙏

2nd I drew them with my left hand bc what if I break my right hand and can't draw, we always gotta stay prepared. Maybe I'll train to become ambidextrous one day , handwriting would have to be improved for both hands tho (could do cursive with one and print with another mayb)

3rd Sheep girl, she never gets a name so I just call her lamby at this point, i actually think if I alter a few things it would look ok so that's a start

4th Sad rich lady, idk y that sounds so funny to me lmao

5th 2 of my oc's I've yet to give a proper intro to online so I'll leave it out till I post their proper thing, i got my hands on a lot of air drying clay so I've been planning to make a bjd out of clay!!!!! Those where the plans for my 2 characters, I love watching custom doll videos so I'd rlly love to make 1 myself, more exposition once again when I finish off other projects.

6th side portrait, mixed feelings bc I wanna get proportions right but then they end up looking too uncanny, so I go for a more anime style but I don't wanna draw them with a snout like some shows do, will figure it out at some point probs

Once again id like a diploma in yappology bc I'm getting rlly into the writing unlawfully huge amounts of stuff ab absolutely nothing, even saying this has created the ideal Yap (I think that word is rlly funny rn idk y) ((pro yapper can't compete)) (((I promise it's done now)))

[the-one-who-acts]

Been playing a lot of Cult of the Lamb and I currently have a bunch of headcanons about the characters but, a thing that has come to my mind was Lamby (or Lambert), becoming a bishop of the new faith but also, them going through various transformations due to the red crown as well as certain actions they took, this is all based on my own run as well as Fannon stuff so not a whole lot of canon.

(Also I haven't played much of the new DLC as well as the post-game content)

-Lambert was once part of a village that worshipped the old faith, Specifically the figure of Leshy, but after the prophecy was foretold to Shamura by Caluneck, the Lambs were hunted down and killed, however, this led Leshy to not meddle with Lambert's followers, not only due to his chaotic nature but possibly because they knew Lambert worshipped him beforehand, in fact once he becomes a follower, Leshy was the first to let go of his grudge against Lambert;

-Lambert is a very skilled cook but also a great medic, even have had performed surgeries before, and with the new access to various resources, Lambert even managed to partially fix the damage caused to the bishops by Narinder. This is due to their previous role as the healer of the cult, they could have gotten promoted to main healer of the cult if the prophecy was never foretold;

-Lambert is Demiromantic Pansexual, and their first romantic relationship was with none other than Narinder, it took a long time for both to come around and admit such feelings, as Lambert had only experienced aesthetic attraction but still married to their followers if they had a connection and Narinder because he never experienced a romantic relationship, but they eventually got married.

-Their wedding ceremony was different from the rest, as both wanted to make it feel official, and Narinder wanted to show the Lamb a bit of his old heritage from the Old faith, so both came up with a ceremony both liked:

Narinder shared that when a bishop wishes to marry a member, the bishop must turn a follower into a Harthor demon, and the follower must go on a quest and retrieve a Heart of a Heretic, both will then become the accessories to symbolize their bond, Lambert managed to get the heart but as Narinder was weak without his powers and if Lambert gave him the crown they would die, so he decided on something different, he made the heart with crystals and gold that as later turned into a horn ring that Lambert uses til this day.

Lambert shared that in Lamb culture, the family gathers their own wool to make the garments for the Marrier, even if Lambert wasn't raised by his own kind (I might talk more about their fanon family another day), their family made sure they were in touch with their roots, however, with the passing of Ratau, Lambert was an orphan once more until a certain fox decided to give Lambert a deserving ceremony, Ratau, Ratoo, Flinky, Klunko, Bop, and Shrumy collected spider silk to improvise the wool to make the garments, with accessories that would represent Narinder, the same was done with Narinder, his siblings, Baal, Aym, and Forneus, who saw him as a kitten of her own in his follower form to the amusement of the ex-bishops and Baal and Aym.

Finally, the ceremony was to be held at the place of their future home, where their next chapter in the relationship was going to be made, and neither had to look far for that, the Gateway was the best option, it was close to the cult and their family, not to mention it was gorgeous, the ceremony was carried on by Ratau as the judge that officialized the wedding in a mortal setting, telling Nari and Lamby to kiss and read out their vows, and the fox carried it in a demonic way, with Lamby and Narinder using a ceremonial dagger to cut a scar on their faces and the blood from it was deposited in a small test tube and used to draw symbols on their foreheads to match the other attendees.

Sadly, Ratau could not stay for long, as a servant of the fox, he was to go wherever the fox went, but they would pray hard to see each other in the next century or two.

-Speaking of Ratau, After Narinder was brought to the cult and Lambert managed to get a hold of the resurrection ritual, Narinder noticed the Lamb was spending too much time in the temple, after several sleepless nights, even if Narinder didn't need to do so, he found out what was going on, Lambert was wasting away their energy and letting the crown get a hold of their mind in an attempt to bring back Ratau after a "stupid mistake" as they said once, Narinder managed to stop the lamb but the damage was already done, one of Lambert's eyes was now full of demonic energy, making it look like a witness' eye, their tears turned black, the other eyes was changing its shape, veins were appearing around Lambert's witness eye, their limbs turned black and were all boney, and their face was almost splitting open, an eldritch form was in the making but since Lambert was only around for a couple of years with the crown, their body was not fully ready, Ratoo was called to make a blood transfusion with his hearts so that Narinder could attempt to heal Lambert.

It took months for Lambert to wake up, but even so, they were completely changed, acting like a possessed cult member refusing to conform, the crown was almost taking over, and it left Narinder no choice but to exile Lambert temporarily to his realm, so he could fight the crown and get the Lamb back.

However, each battle was more difficult than the last, leading Narinder to lock up Lambert until he was converted back, but no matter what, no one could reason with the Lamb, not even their old spouses, some even left the cult cause they couldn't bear to see Lambert like that, others did so thinking that this was a sign of a downfall, but the black cat refused to give up, to the point where he explored the lands alone, with no powers just so he could reach his now resurrected siblings, who left shortly after Lambert resurrected them, to see if any could find a solution, Leshy and Heket suggested to just rip the ctwon off, but Narinder said that it was a literal death sentence, Kallamar suggested that Narinder should now run the cult and abandon the Lamb but he was met with several claws to his face, finally Shamura spoke, they suggested that maybe if they contacted the Fox, they could give the Lamb what it was fighting so hard for, they just wanted their father back, but what they needed was forgiveness.

The fox was summoned and everyone was surprised to see Ratau was not only in one piece but married to the fox, making Narinder question if this was a strategy Lambert taught Ratau or the other way around, Ratau was told about the situation with the lab and demanded the fox to teleport him to his child, once it was done, Ratau hugged the Lamb, telling him that he was to not cruse themselves or give themselves punishment for a mistake such as that, Ratau forgave them the moment they made contact with the Fox, and Ratau had done his own fair share of mistakes, so far more ruthless than what the Lamb had done, he saw their tears, their pain, and that was enough for him to see that despite everything, they still were the small Lamb he guided a long time ago, those words were enough for the crown to calm down but it was forever changed, along with the one that bears it.

-Lambert is currently helping the Ex-Bishops to live a much nicer life than the one they faced back in their day but to also share the knowledge of a time that was gone, not to mention to assist in whatever they needed in the cult or outside of it so Alliances could be formed and the new faith could be properly built up, one that would welcome various creatures and ways of worship.

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Kids and Coffee Dates Ch 11

Masterlist

(set to the tune of the lamby song from Gravity Falls) Who wants a tiny little update? I do! I do! Because I haven't written in like 4 months Sorry! My bad!

“Kids are learning fast. They know the T-birds kick some ass. Be sure that there’s no coming last if your on…”

The music pouring out of the Bluetooth speaker on a shelf in the garage trickled out of the open garage door and down to meet Geralt underneath the body of a 67 impala. The car had been an absolute nerd vanity purchase and Geralt knew it. It had needed a new interior; the thing ran like dirt when he first bought it and Geralt was sure he had almost rebuilt the engine at this point with all the parts he had replaced in it. Yet every time he opened the garage and he saw it, a little bit of giddiness bubbled up in him. He had been working with his therapist about defining his emotions and letting himself feel them. The car it turned out had ended up being his little get away to think. A place neither of the women in his house wanted to really be in for any length of time that he could just feel in. He could get upset, frustrated, excited and curious completely unfiltered and it felt good.

Yennifer still called him a nerd for getting The Impala, which he always felt were bold words coming from someone with a Gossip Girl phase, that he witnessed no less.

It wasn’t Yennifer or Ciri however that disrupted Geralt from his musing while working underneath the car, rather it was the rumbling of an engine and the sound of tires slowing over asphalt in the drive. As he was pulling himself up from under the car Lambert was already out and beelining toward him.

“That girl that Eskel went on a date with, what did she look like?” Lambert was breathing heavy like he had ran over to Geralt’s house instead of driving.

“Why?” Geralt quirked up an eyebrow, the frown on his face contouring as he reached for a rag to wipe his hands.

“Well you know how Dad got on my ass about looking nice for company things? Well I was going over to Eskel’s to get steal some stuff of his because I was thinking about it and you know my thing about doing things when I think about them. “

“Yes I am aware that your ADHD ass works in mysterious ways” Geralt threw back at him.

Lambert gave him a quick dirty look before dropping it to continue.

“Well anyway I went to his house this morning and—”

Lambert’s rant was drown out by the very familiar rumble of a bike engine, which abruptly shut off as both brothers turned. Eskel stood a few feet from the bike, arms crossed over his chest and a glare directed at Lambert. The two brothers seemed to have an entire conversation for a few seconds solely with there eyes and facial expressions before Lambert bolted off like a shot to the side to try and reach his vehicle. Eskel however had strategically place himself between the two and sidestepped to grab his brother. The force of the two colliding knocked them both to ground.

It really was something watching two grown men—both built like lumberjacks—wrestling in a driveway at 7 in the morning.

Geralt only wished he had brought a drink out with him to watch the show.

The wrestling match lasted a few more seconds before Eskel had completely pinned Lambert to the ground with his hands pinned behind his back.  

“What in the hell is going on out here? You men are in your thirties, are you really acting like this?” Yennifer had stepped out on the front porch to observe the scene that was being made in her front yard.

“Hey don’t you lump me in with these old men” Lambert picked his head up from the pavement to retort back at Yennifer. Eskel gave out a huff before standing up and letting Lambert go. Which the younger man readily accepting quacking jumping back up.

Yennifer had made her way down to the driveway, turning to Geralt for answers.

“What’s going on out here?” Geralt gave her a shrug before answering.

“I genuinely don’t know this just kinda happened to me.”

“I saw Eskel’s girlfriend .” Lambert bluntly explained, all preamble lost after losing his impromptu wrestling match.

Eskel let out a groan dragging his hands through his hair and pulling before straightening back up and rolling his shoulders.

“Yeah look listen I’ve been meaning to tell you guys for a while I just could never find the right time, and then I started feeling guilty for waiting so long which made me wait ever more and I fuck” Eskel’s shoulders were slumped slightly as he looked mildly downtrodden off to the side.

“Does she have a name?” Yennifer tried to make the tone of her voice as light as possible to try and steer the conversation away from its sober state to at least some mild love or gaiety.

“Uhh yeah” Eskel awkwardly ruffled a hand behind his head. “Her name’s Y/n, she runs a farm, she’s been helping me with Bleater a lot actually, I’ve been seeing her for about six months. “

Lambert began to tsk and place his hand over his chest in overdramatic fashion.

“Eskel I just tsk I thought we were brothers. Six months you hide this girl from us? Six months I—”

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking knew?” Eskel’s eyes shone with irritation once more as he turned toward Lambert

“That not what i—” Lamber was once again cut off.

“No you wouldn’t be joking like this if this was the first time you were hearing about this. You fucking knew didn’t you?”  

Geralt stood up at this, knowing that Eskel would be even more upset if they lied any further.

“We found out by accident.” As Geralt spoke Eskel turned to him. The direct, vaguely angry eye contact would have probably brought any other man to his knees, but Geralt knew Eskel too well to be scared. He knew Eskel too well to fall for this act of anger that was hiding embarrassment and hurt.

“We found out by accident and we weren’t sure if it was anything serious so we figured you would come to us when you were ready.” While Geralt’s words were far from flowery or soft, he could tell by the lessening tension in Eskel’s shoulders that they were working.

“None of us wanted to pressure you or anything okay?” Relief filled Geralt as Eskel broke eye contact to close his eye and take a deep breath letting it out with an “okay”.

“Are we cool?” This was more for Geralt’s peace of mind than anything. Eskel was and always had been the closest person Geralt had had in his life, having Eskel upset at him for any length of time caused a big black hold to well up in his stomach that threaten to swallow him whole.

Eskel let out another long exhale from his nose before his eyebrows lifted slightly and he gave out a “Yeah were cool” with a few nods.

As the air cleared of tension Eskel could feel a few rapid fire vibrations radiate from his pocket.

Babe: Hey I think I’m gonna make waffles.

Babe: you have some strawberries in the fridge, should I make like a strawberry topping?

Babe: or blueberry?

Babe: blueberry and strawberry?

Babe:……… I love you!

Eskel let out a little snort from his nostrils before putting the phone back in his pocket.

“Well as… pleasant as this morning has been I have waffles waiting for me at home and I” Eskel looked around the driveway a second before flicking off a piece of gravel from his shoulder “am going to take advantage of them”

As the sound of the motorcycle faded into the distance Yennifer leaned into the side of the house.

“That could have gone a lot better”

“could have also gone a lot worse” Geralt responded, leaning over to pick up tools from around the car.

“I never did get my tie-tacks” Lambert piped up. “How mad do you think he’d be if I went back to his house to snag a waffle?”

~

Suhuyini: Hey were going to have a party for Purnima at the Stable for her birthday on October 1st. Just wanted to let you know.

Eskel: Nice, do you want me to bring anything?

Suhuyini: Your little girlfriend.

Eskel: You know what I meant, like what food do you want me to bring?

Suhuyini: Technically people are edible.

Eskel: Were not eating my girlfriend.

Suhuyini: Eskel I am sure you eat your girlfriend 😉

Eskel: Would you cut it out??

Suhuyini: Only if you bring your girlfriend.

Eskel: I will ASK my girlfriend. I’m not going to tie her up and drag her to the stable

Suhuyini: Tie her up you say 😉

Eskel: I’m leaving

Suhuyini: You can’t leave a text, if could also bring like a fruit or veggie tray that would be great.

[purpleopossum]

OFMD, Good Omens, and The Brett Sherlock Holmes show

Really pretty green knee-highs I made out of some thick tights

Sometimes. Depends.

My go to outfit in general is a long skirt, white blouse, belt, vest, and some american duchess shoes. I often add a necklace for jewelry

Omlet

Whatever's handy

Black tbh, though I am proud to have a variety of color

Antique radios and phonographs/antiques in general

I love rose scent, and storms are really nice

Aesthetic

I prefer contacts, but I haven't worn them in some years because my eyes were too dry from insomnia

Resilience

Pen

Home or nature

No houseplants at present, though I want to get into it

I don't own any hoodies. I generally wear a shift or nightgown for loungewear

A new, prettier copy of the Fanny Farmer cookbook (I was giving my sister my old copy)

The original broadway run of Peter Pan

I put together a peasant outfit with a dress I had, a belt, and a t-shirt for a wimple.

Normal Math I guess?

Renoir (Impressionist victorian women in fluttery dresses with flowers) Or whoever it was who did all those renaissance paintings of normal, fleshy naked women where they all look like goddesses (His name escapes me), Or the Pre-Raphaelites. Those are good.

Iced, though it very much depends on the day and drink

Old folk songs that I have rotating in my brain

I like to think so

Don't have any, don't want any, though I have used clip on earrings and I wouldn't mind trying temp tatoos just for fun

I cook and bake, though my specialty isn't quite either. My specialty is a molded chocolate cream (it's kind of like a chocolate pudding, but molded and pretty. It's a victorian dish)

I have a shell keychain that was in my house when I was growing up. It's pretty and I'm attached to it lol

I'm decent in the water. I love swimming; I feel like a mermaid

I did not. We had playmobile. My favorite playmobile was a horse and cart with a little girl that we had

Ish? I have stuff neat so I can find it.

Don't remember

Like an iridescent Rainbow with glitter that doesn't exist. My hair is realllly long and I want to look like a fairy princess

Headphones. Earbuds hurt my ears

Yes

I still have it. It's a stuffed animal blanket thing from when I was a baby. It has the head and front legs of a lamb, white with pink satin. I call it Lambie

I don't think I'm very good at most table games, but I'm okay at pool if I play regularly

Don't mind, just don't be a nuisance

Blackmore's Night. They're amazing and no one has heard of them

I got some sleep last night and stayed in bed all day today, so I feel better than I have recently :)

A big spreading oak, with lots of shade and easy/sturdy to climb. Bonus if it makes an enclosed hideaway

I don't wear deodorant. My soap is rose scented.

No games. I have a flipphone for call or text

Light off, with this cheap battery powered starry sky lamp I have on. It's really dim and pretty and peaceful

Keep it in my wallet. It's money right?

Yeah! I've been working on switching to cursive because I like it better, and it's starting to become habitual, so I'm actually weirdly excited about this question lol

Ghosts (2019). This website wouldn't shut up about it.

I do.

I have a soup plate thing that's shaped like a fish

sleep, watch the rain, do something peaceful. I like to walk in the rain, but I wear glasses so it's hard lol

Hard to say. I'm always trying to figure that out myself (My brain is holding me hostage and won't turn off) Warm, with the heaviest blankets ever. Pitch black dark and a storm outside. Someone next to me who cuddles me close in their arms. Pillow at my head, between my legs, under my legs, and supporting my upper arm (side sleeper). I need to feel like I am in a cocoon lol

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

23 and 25 for ask game! :)

Talk about a WIP?

GASP OH MY GOODNESS PINESTRIPE THIS IS SUCH SPECTACULAR TIMING!! Because I actually worked on a rather old WIP two nights ago!!

A while ago (probably early 2024? perhaps late 2023) I started working on a one-shot, then lost inspiration, forgot about it, and only returned to it just two nights ago on a whim XD

The one-shot is set during Tommy’s exile, from Tommy’s POV. He’s feeling very lonely and quite bored, but then Ghostbur shows up in a little boat to visit :) And inside the boat is a Big pile of… clothes?? asdfghgfdsa

Ghostbur essentially raided Wilbur’s closets & chests, bringing almost all of Wilbur’s clothes over to Logstedshire (name of the place Tommy got exiled to) because Ghostbur knew that Tommy frequently felt cold and uncomfortable, and that he didn’t have many spare clothes to put on. And Ghostbur thought that, since Wilbur is dead anyway and clearly won’t be needing all the clothes, that Tommy can use them! And that way he can be warm :]!!

It’s a pretty fluffy concept, but there’s touches of angst woven throughout because Tommy misses Wilbur a lot, and he loved Wilbur a lot, and he also is very angry & hurt by what Wilbur did when he was alive. So the thought of wearing his brother’s clothes feels… complicated.

Here is a small snippet!

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“So… what is all this stuff, then?” Tommy asks, leaning towards the boat.

“It’s clothes! You already guessed that! Why are you asking again?” If it were anyone else saying those words, they would’ve sounded mean, teasing, annoyed. But with Ghostbur, they just sound genuine.

Tommy turns around. “Yeah, but like… whose clothes?”

Ghostbur shakes out his wet shoes, flinging droplets into the air. “Someone else’s!”

Tommy’s eyes narrow. “You didn’t steal them, did you?”

“I wouldn’t steal clothes. That would not be a nice thing, Tommy. I only steal good things like blue and drugs!”

“Okay, but… like… how did you come across these, then? If they’re not yours and you didn’t steal them.”

Ghostbur looks up, flashing a grin. “They used to be Alivebur’s!”

Tommy’s heart beats inside his head. It’s loud. “Oh.”

Talk about something you love?

This is Lambie! She was the very first stuffed animal I was ever given :) She’s my second favorite stuffed animal and has been a comforting presence throughout my life! She used to be really soft with wool that stuck out a little bit, but when I was super young she was accidentally put in the dryer 😭 And it melted her wool a little bit. But she is still one of my favorite stuffed animals & she’s very important to me <3

[motherofkrypton]

Small things... can be a very big deal and sometimes you have to sacrifice yourself in order to be the hero in the eyes of another.

With school almost out a lot of school has different grade levels dressing up and such. I got a paper for the kindergarten class but don't recall anything for first graders. Today was bring a stuffed animal day but unknowingly it was for first graders too. We discovered this when my little girl was excitedly showing a kid in their car her Pikachu. That's when the little girl showed her her wolf stuffy. My son began to cry and when I asked what was wrong he said she was in HIS GRADE. That he could have brought his... and being tired his meltdown only got worse.

I told him how sorry I was and that I promise to check my emails for anything from his teacher about this week. That helped a little and he began to stop. I thought we were alright but when the bell rang he began crying again. I asked "what's up with you buddy...hold up, talk to me. What is this?" *guestured at him*

"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. BE. LEFT. OUT. There is stuff I can't do but I could have brought my Lamby."

Now that sentence alone was enough to crush my heart...I felt my throat tighten and my heart sank. Lamby is something that he has had since he was a baby. This guy is about 7 years old and you probably guessed it...it is indeed a lambchop...a squeaky toy. As a little guy he thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Each time it would squeak he'd get the biggest gummy smile I've ever seen and go into a laughing fit. He still sleeps with it and when he is upset he will carry it around or just sit kinda petting it. He also has a tough time with other kids occasionally... been bullied a little bit (which I've always stepped in). So, to him feeling left out is a very big deal.

"Please go get Lamby...he's right there. You can walk home and bring back Lamby please mom 🥺 can you bring Lamby for me?" Now, sadly I knew what going to the house then coming back for a stuffed animal would mean...I would be complained at (for a bunch of nonsense things) and if it was noticed I was doing this for lambchop...then he would be picked on later and he doesn't deserve that. All these scenarios were running through my head as I looked down to look in his eyes. I looked into pleading blue eyes begging me to see just what this moment was... for him. This moment was more than just simply wanting a stuffed animal, this was the scissors or glue, that would either break or strengthen us. A moment in which if I chose peace this once.....my boy would feel as I did... and I'd lose him.

Giving him a hug a leaned down a little so I could talk quietly, "Screw it...you are important to ME and I love you. Wipe those tears baby...chin up...go on, I'll be right back..." gave him another hug before looking in his eyes again... "I promise." With a hint of a smile he walked down the sidewalk to where they enter. I am honest with my children about everything (some things I dust a little sugar on so they don't sound as bad...for instance my father is slowly dying and I simply tell them that he isn't feeling too good, his heart is fighting him a bit. I explain things more child friendly.) so any time that I say the words 'I promise' to them, they know it's going to happen.

I ran home and the first thing I did was grab my bookbag (needed my ID) then darted into his room to grab Lamby off the top bunk. I kept it tucked against me so it wouldn't be seen and made my way to the door. My fiance called out to me from the kitchen and I knew that if I didn't get out the door right then...I wasn't going to be able to fullfil my promise without having to wake my youngest up. Since I often forget things I quickly told him "I forgot something important for one of the kids so I have to run back over there real quick, they need it." If I had said 'our son is upset because he could have brought a stuffed animal too but we didn't know'...then he would have started an argument right then. I dropped off the stuffed animal and sure enough he began as soon as I walked back in the front door. But in this instance...I don't care. By simply putting my boy above the bull crap, I just showed him he means the world to me. That even if it is going to cause issues for me with him (fiance)...that as my baby he comes first. That no matter what, I am here for him. Hoping it made his day when the lady brought him his Lamby 💞

[cbmagus49]

Is young relativity Ford going to have a crush on young Manly Dan? Or something else?

Idk why but I really can't imagine Ford having that kind of storyline (Plus the whole Wendy obsession in the show was... not my favourite.)

I actually think the stuff with Dan would be more fitting for Stanley. A big part of the OG Wendy episodes besides the crush was Dipper wanting to be seen as cool and mature by the older kids; I think Stan would be very prone to that kind of thinking and would end up kind of idolising Dan as a result, trying to be this cool macho manly-man he thinks Dan is. His arc would be less "you can't force someone to love you, only strive to be someone worth loving" and more "you don't have to pretend to be something you're not, just be yourself and people will like you just the same".

Also that lets me have Lamby-Lamby Stan and Ford high on Smile Dip. So, y'know, bonus.

[teratolust]

(Comment by @amazinlei ↓)

(I'm not very familiar with tumblr stuff so excuse the screenshot lol)

Thank you!! To be real I did pictured DogDay as some sort of a 'sheep-dog' in a joking way, though I do have a consept idea of them having a mutual mindset of leadership where one knows how to calm people better while the other knows how to find better solutions, and if DogDay ever wanted to have someone to be the 'second leader' of the group, he would see her as a possible option because dispite her not being as much of a hyperactive person as him, she shows that she deeply cares about everyone and willing to help them in any way she can just like DogDay. 🐶☀️

and as for the in-game, I honestly don't have a full image of where could I have her be in the story. She could be dead of course! but if she isn't, maybe she could be put into a pathway where she could either be a threat to someone who searches for food like a siren or be a possible ally for them (maybe after meeting DogDay). I do like the idea that the traces of her being destroyed by someone as an attempt of reclaiming the role that once belong to someone else. Who knows, maybe that idea could be a possible brainstorm in the future. 🖤

Btw!! I have recently made the intro card and 'SleepySheepy' was a consept name for her. She has a official one now which you can see it on this post! (along with her relationship template with the members) ↓

Consept idea - Smiling Critters oc

Guys, I have been absorbing some Poppy playtime content very recently, and I had a very small brainstorm that I want to express.

(This is just slapping some ideas into a rough ref sheet. I'll eventually make the card info thingy that the creators did the official characters)

The idea I'm thinking of is what if the company (aka Playtime.co) have tried to replace Catnap with a new character if they decided to continue the cartoon show without him, she kind of have the same roles as him when it comes to ensuring character to have right amout of sleep and what not but it's less threading and more welcoming to the veiwers, though it does come off as if she's a little 'out of place'.

semi-rough image of the 'replacing a character from title' thingy ↓

(meme ↓ :] )

[sporadicthingcollection]

What if Cad and Irno’s third “oops” baby ended up being twins instead of just one? Food for thought ;)

goddammit now the anons have a mindreading ray >:(

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Sixteen hours. It took you sixteen hours to squeeze this baby out. But it's out, it's chirping up a storm, and Cad Bane is going to murder someone if he can't make it stop.

Bane pushes past Bambi and the Little Lady to get to you first -- you're his girl and you just had his baby. He should be the first to see you.

He can tell from the glassy eyes and the grin on your face that you're zonked out of your mind on painkillers. "Caaaad!" you warble. "Look what I made!"

You hold out the chirping bundle, and he takes it.

He'd been nervous since he found out you were pregnant again. He's an old man at this point; he shouldn't be fertile anymore. What if it wasn't his? What if you'd been unfaithful?

But all doubt vanishes when the itty bitty Duros cracks its eyes to squint at him. Something clicks in its mind and its eyes go wide, anxious little chirps escaping it as it tries to squirm out of its swaddle.

He can't help but crack a smile. "Easy, li'l one, easy." The chirps calm as he holds it to his chest. "Boy or girl?"

"'S a girl," you slur. "Sorry, Bambi."

Bambi, however, is the exact opposite of upset. He pumps his fist and turns to his sister, grinning. With a roll of her eyes, she passes him a handful of credits.

"I tolja," he says. "I tolja I tolja I tolja--"

"Bambi, shut up," Bane says gently. "Let yer momma rest. She's had a rough day."

You giggle. "Bambi. S'funny. Bambi lambi. Bambi pambi..."

Behind a curtain, he hears your mother. "She's been giggling for the last hour."

He hears Dr. Trenma, too. "This one's slightly underweight, but given her size, that's normal," she says.

Bane turns to show the older kids. Bambi squints his eyes at her. "She's... Really green."

"Dilated blood vessels," he says. "She'll blue up in a few hours."

The Little Lady sighs wistfully. "I wish I could have kids," she says.

"Fuck no ya don't!" you say. "Squeezin' you four out hurt like a bitch!"

He chuckles. They must have given you the really good stuff.

The Little Lady smiles a little, but something behind him catches her attention. She furrows her brows. "Uh, Daddy...?"

He's too enamoured with the Littlest Lady to look up. "What?"

Bambi looks up too. His expression mirrors his sister's. "Hey, that's..."

Someone clears their throat. He turns to see your mother holding another bundle while Dr. Trenma dries her hands on a towel.

Bane raises a brow. "Extra blankets?"

The other blankets chirp. Mrs. Favara approaches him, pulling back the corner. A second little Duros is dead asleep, its mouth slightly open.

He frowns at her. "And dis is...?"

"Your other daughter," she says with a smirk.

He looks over his shoulder. The Little Lady is standing right behind him. He jabs his thumb at her. "Mez is right dere," he says.

She keeps smirking. "Congratulations, you're the father of twins."

He turns to the doctor. "What's she on about?"

Dr. Trenma takes a deep, deep breath. "To make a long story short," she says, "the fertilized egg split at one point and two fetuses developed. Hence, two babies identical down to the nucleotides."

"Dat ain't possible. Ain't enough room in de egg fer two. Shell ain't flexible enough."

"For a Duros female, sure." She tosses the towel into a hamper. "Zeltrons, however, have very wide pelvises..."

"Birthin' hips!" you shout. "Thanks, Mom!"

Bane doesn't believe it. Refuses to believe it. He's only vaguely heard of a "twin" and never from a Duros. Some other Zeltron-Dutos couple must be here and your mother thought to put one over on him with it.

The second baby opens her eyes. Crimson peeks out, and she peers around as if to assess the situation.

Intelligent eyes. Hunter's eyes. His eyes.

He suddenly feels like he ate a bag of cotton balls. His stomach, his throat, his mouth, his ears, all filled with densely packed fuzz. He tries to speak, but nothing comes out.

"Looks like vasovagal syncope." Dr. Trenma points at Bambi. "Grab a chair for him."

The boy scoots a seat behind him just as his knees collapse. He flops into the chair numbly.

Two babies. Three daughters. Four kids.

"...Does this mean I get double?" Bambi says.

"No way!" The Little Lady hisses.

He lets your mother place the second baby into his arms. The baby stares at him, narrow-eyed, then gives a single tentative chirp.

Instinct takes over. He holds them both close, let them hear his heartbeat.

Dr. Trenma lets out a relieved sigh. "Paternal rumbling. The bonding process has already begun."

"I ain't rumblin'," he mutters half-heartedly. Two babies. Three daughters. Four kids.

"Glad he likes 'em," you say. You've hauled yourself upright to sit against the headboard. You make grabby hands. "Now tell 'im to give 'em back."

With shaky legs, he stands and deposits the little ones into your arms. "I gotta get some fresh air," he murmurs.

He leaves you and the kids to coo over the little ones while he takes a walk.

Two babies. Three daughters. Four kids.

He needs a few hours to come to terms with this. And a few good stiff drinks.

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"Catch Us If You Can Masterpost" | To the Mastahpost | Tip Jar

[luck-and-larceny]

2. this was a mistake

"What I prize most?" I knew I was doomed as soon as the pompous drunk opened his stupid mouth. "I have a retinue of beekeepers on retainer in the Honey Yard providing me with the best honey in the Shroud. Why, they just delivered the newest batch this evening before I came here. So tell me, my sweet, do you want a taste of what I have to offer?"

Ew. Ugh. Blegh! Fuck off!

"No!" I say quickly, too fast for my brain to stop me. I correct myself, "I mean… no… I couldn't… That's should be saved for someone special."

It's bee spit. I'm not claiming to have a worldly and refined palette or anything (it can only be so refined when I grew up as a gutter rat). What I am claiming is that bragging about beekeepers on retainer and vats (are they vats?) of special honey is a weird flex.

And yeah. Now I have to steal it. This weird, drunk, rich man losing all his belongings at the Gold Saucer is trying to get me to go back home with him by bragging about honey. And it's stupid. As I slip on the ring I just won from him from this round of cards, I'm irritated. Close to straight up pissed off. I'm this fucking upset because the idea is there now: Steal the honey. Replace it with maple syrup.

It's impractical! It's tedious! It's pointless! And I can't let the idea go and gods dammit I know I'm going to end up doing it! What is wrong with me? Actually, don't answer that.

He's been here all night and the more he's had to drink, the more he just says. I've got that he lives in the Goblet. I got that he is very excited about the three show aldgoats he's had delivered to him from around Drybone and that his family loved Aldgoats so much they made it their part of their family crest and prominently displayed that crest on their custom made gate. This is more than enough to find where he lives (without just going home with him- because that'll never happen in this lifetime or the next).

"Ohhh, sweet lamby, you are special. I've lost so much gambling to you tonight! My tie, my quill, my ring. Such strange things. The strangest of all- of course- being my breath when I got lost in your eyes."

Don't laugh, Malika.

I laugh. Fuck it. I'm not good at taking orders. Not even my own.

"I'm speechless!" I reply. "But I really must be going."

He expresses sorrow and distress at my exit, but is sure to drown his woes in another drink and in the eyes of another girl about to clean up on the gambled belongings I didn't take. I hope she flat out robs him.

And now here I am.

I've managed to pull myself over his surprisingly pointy and stabbity iron fence having left all skin on my body… but significantly tearing my blouse. Not great. I love this blouse. Well former blouse. Now it's more akin to All Saints Wake mummy wrappings.

I also made it past the three, indifferent aldgoats roaming the yard. Like a dog to raw steak, they seem to be distracted by the tattered fabric in the yard. Good. Eat the evidence! Love my blouse as much as I did!

I manage to sneak into the shed where he said the honey is. He's not lying. There are several dozen big jars (not vats) of the stuff. I don't have any idea which is his newest prize. That's fine. I'll take samples of all the ones closest to the door as fast as I can and spoil them with the jar of maple syrup I've brought with me. Easy!

Do you know anything about pouring out honey? I thought I did, but it turns out I failed to account for something very important. It is sticky as fuck. One jar blorped out too fast into my new container for it. I tried to stop it mid blorp but just managed to get it on my hands. Without thinking, I tried to get the honey off by wiping it on my pants. Just got honey on my hands AND pants. I was more careful with the second jar but if you are wondering if honey gives a shit how careful you are…

It doesn't! It fucking doesn't! Not a blorp this time. A slow but unstoppable and inevitable slide down the side of the jar up against the hip I was using to help steady it. Third jar the lid was so sticky I had to pull and pry with all my might and doing so… was my undoing (and the lid's). I fell backwards as the lid came loose and honey washed (more like a more significant glorp or blorp really) all over me.

For the record: this is not remotely sexy. I am in tattered clothes covered in honey...and aldgoat fur...and dust… and lint… and every fucking bit and particle of anything floating in the air because it gravitates DIRECTLY to my body.

I try crawling away like I'm in a horror play. Like I have been beaten and bloodied and the murderer is looming over me and about to go in for the kill. But the murderer is me. I did this. The blood is honey. What have I done!?

My hands shaking, I go for the maple syrup jar in my bag. Opened. Somehow it opened. The inside of my bag is as sticky as the outside. I hear a curious bleating and an aldgoat stands in the open doorway of the shed. His eyes stare into mine. He is a witness to my downfall. He waits for "sweet lamby"s explanation as he chews on a stray bit of fabric from the fence.

"Oh this?" I ask my witness, chuckling weakly and on the cusp of a total breakdown, "Yeah. So. I think we can all agree that lessons were learned tonight and this was a mistake."

[mystical-strawberry-sheep]

{Cut for SFW CGLre talk.}

{I'm over here trying really hard not to regress because I really want to roleplay and I really want to work on Hanekoma's blog some more.}

{Thought about revamping his theme because while I really like the aesthetic of it, I kind of feel like it's just a little too cramped. Wanted to see if I could find something more open.}

{But it's raining like a lot today and!!! My brain is like, "You know, we could make some Forever Nuts tea in our little sheepy teapot and sprinkle some milk and cinnamon in it and watch some really soft no-stakes baby shows while we warm up and cuddle with Lula Lamby..." > ->}

{Or if I'm too scared to make the tea I could always put water in one of my sippies... <- < }

{And I'm just so torn about it because I never feel safe enough to like, actually regress fully as opposed to age dreaming, this is such a rare opportunity but I wanted to get stuff dooooone. >-<;;;}

{So like... ;-; I dunno if I'm gonna disappear or something. I just... Wanna be small and soft.}

[onegunfairy-blog]

They’re so tiny.

More tiny hermit crabs, Kauai, March 2015.