#uhhh do these count as furry art????

[arcadebandit]

monke vanellope real 🤯

[a lot of rambling under the cut :/ + other sketches]

okay in all seriousness, designing vanny, if she were to be an animal, was real fun! Though I had a hard time with her colors so I just threw everything out the window and grayscaled her. STILL. I based her off a spider monkey, couldn't really pick which species, resulting in MAKING MY OWN! Introducing Vanellope!! The Sugar Monkey!! ohohoh I'm a genius alright

oh yeah, these guys r here too. Ralph as a bear was an easy pick. One: they're protective; two: gentle giants; three: feared more than they should be. Also this is technically the first time I drew Ralph. Go me 🎉

KC was bit of a tough decision, but ultimately I drew him as a goofy ahh butterfly. Honestly he just looks the same besides having the basic features (antenna, wings, multiple arms). Now that I think about it however, maybe having him be a bug is... too on the nose, hmmmm 👀

Okay turbo took me, like, five minutes to draw because I immediately knew which animal he would be. Dude, no hate to hyenas but they just appear to look so menacing. And their dim fur and yellow sharp teeth just instantly made me think of turbo. (I'm no zoologist so I do apologize if it seems I'm mischaracterizing hyenas. I promise that's not the case 🙏)

overall, I'm pretty proud of these designs and I may consider doing more for other characters. We'll see.

[raccoonfallsharder]

The Very Boring Adventures of

Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl ✩°｡⋆

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩ Installment One (excerpt & rating key behind the cut)

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 5/5 visits | complete | word count: 37,783.

In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? who does that? when a stranger asks you to watch their stuff in a coffee shop, it's a holy obligation. x100 if it's a hot local space pilot trying to catch some Zs on the ferry. get in loser we're gonna fix it

reader x rocket domestic fluff & smut with feelings. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride. excerpt below the cut.

Chapter One (The First Visit). rocket evades SHIELD by hiding in your purse. ✩ Chapter Two (The Second Visit). you and rocket eat omelettes in your underwear. ✩ Chapter Three (The Third Visit). rocket finds you naked & takes care of your cat. ✩ Chapter Four (The Fourth Visit). rocket teaches you about his tail. ❤︎‬❤︎ Chapter Five (The Fifth Visit). rocket stops by for a visit. ❤︎‬❤︎

WARNINGS: feelings & domestica. smut commences in the fourth visit. dirty talk, praise, use of "slut"/"whore" (affectionate), a little bit of oral.

✩ Domestic Scenes in Space Travel Masterlist ✩ Fuckin adorable sweatshirt girl art by @blueberrysquire ✩ forward one installment | return to main masterlist

That’s when you hear the screech from the hallway.

“Oh! Call Animal Control! Oh! It has rabies!”

“It is even still alive?”

“I heard it growl!”

Later, you won’t be able to say how you know.  There have been countless chaotic squirrels in the building before, and the occasional massive rat off the streets, though you suspect they all have much better reasons to be afraid of humans than vice versa. 

But you do know. Maybe it’s Mr Hobbes’ weird behavior or maybe it’s something more cosmic than that, but you know, and you grab your key off the hook and step into the corridor, still in just your bikini-briefs and a sweatshirt that almost goes to your knees.

Your gaze finds him unerringly: passed out, possibly injured, wedged in the doorway at the top of the stairwell with the heavy fire-door propped open on his ribs. 

“Uhhh,” you interrupt, pushing past your neighbors. “Sorry. Sorry. He’s my - “ you pause, thoughts colliding with each other “ - my friend.”

“Your friend?” says Josh From Down the Hall. He’s been bugging you to go out to dinner and drinks for months. “What is he, some kind of miniature furry?”

You roll your eyes and pull open the door, propping it with a hip while you try to hoist Rocket into your arms. Unfortunately, he weighs even more now - probably due to the heavy artillery on his back and at his hips, all of which makes him very awkward to carry. Geezus, one of these guns alone has to be at least as much as his body weight.  “He’s not a - “

“He must be your new cat,” says Brenda From Next Door, her voice a little doubtful. Brenda is harmless enough, though she can be annoying. “I hear millennials like to talk about their pets like they’re actual people.”

There’s way too much to unpack there and fuck. He weighs a ton. Your arms are shaking as you stagger past them. “He’s not - “

“He’s not a cat, Brenda,” Josh says rudely. “Didn’t you hear her? He’s her shrimpy, perverted boyfriend. Wasted in the friggin’ stairwell.”

You sigh. “Josh, this is why no-one wants to date you.” 

“You fuckin’ bitch - “

“Brenda, can you help me with the door?”

The older woman rushes to turn your doorknob and pushes it open for you, while also trying to stay as far away as she can from the Space Pilot in your arms. 

“Did something happen to Mr Hobbes then, dear? Is that why you got a new cat?”

Geezus. No wonder Rocket had been so exhausted of hearing people’s bullshit last time. It’s been five minutes and you’d cheerfully throttle both your neighbors. And you like to think you like people.

“Nope. He’s still alive and kickin’. Thanks, Brenda.”

You lean against the door when it closes behind you, shuffling the weight in your arms so you can slide the deadbolt and chain lock. By the time you get Rocket to the bedroom, you’re panting. Maybe the loveseat would have been the closer, better option, but you’re pretty scared you’re going to need to be able to access him from all sides. 

You rest him on the bed. Mr Hobbes is pacing in the doorway while you wipe the sweat from your brow and then tie up your hair with the elastic around your wrist. The cat meows pitifully.

“He’s gonna be okay, Hobbsie,” you mumble, looking down at your prodigal houseguest. He’s wearing some sort of jumpsuit with blood splashing up one side, but it’s hard to discern much thanks to the plethora of firearms he’s sporting. Carefully, you pick over the range of buckles and snaps and magnets holding his holsters in place. Some just look like grips, but have the weight of something much larger. You don’t know the first thing about guns, really, but you have a feeling that most of Rocket's don’t exactly have a safety.

Cautiously, you undo what you can, lifting each weapon with slow deliberation, keeping every barrel pointed away from you, from your wounded guest, and from Mr Hobbes. Probably these things can blow through sheetrock even better than regular bullets, so you lay them on the floor by the exterior wall, lined up neatly with the barrels pointed toward the brick.  

Then you’re unstrapping the harnesses, holsters, and straps of his jumpsuit. It’s been burnt in some places, torn and bloodied.

“Sorry, Space Pilot,” you say under your breath. “When you wake up, just remember that it’s not the first time I’ve seen you in your underwear.” 

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some explicit statements or references ✩ explicit scenes or fantasy sequences ❤︎‬ long, detailed, and graphic explicit content ❤︎‬❤︎‬ deliberately smut-free, mostly or entirely platonic ✮

[rafasbiscuits]

Thank u for the tag @schumi-nadal sorry it took me quite a few days to answer💀 love u bae <3

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: uhhh..no, not anyone that I know of.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: a few minutes ago because. School. Life. sigh.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: I do. 11 actually. They're this little furry gremlin baby devilspawns that likes to bite my fingers and meows for food like I starved them for 365 days.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: I dont play sports right now but i am in a very badminton loving family so I can play for a few minutes tops in badminton, and because of my height (in my country is quite tall) i was told to play netball so. yeah.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: nope. definitely not.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: uh...idk..probably anywhere on the face? like..their faces. If they're wearing a mask, or have big eyes. probably the face part.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: dark brown

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: I love scary movies but I'm scared of scary movies...but I'm still going with scary movies. I like my endings sad and heart wrenching.

ANY TALENTS?: uh..no? Idk..I like to think that I can do art stuff but eh. maybe not.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: in this horrible small tiny country in the island of Borneo.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: writing, definitely. And drawing too.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: yep, cats. Used to have birds but not anymore. Also the huge monitor lizard in my backyard probably counts as a pet as well.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 160-161 ish

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: English, and now that I look back at it I really enjoy Art too. I miss Art.

DREAM JOB?: something with space stuff, like astronaut, aerospace engineer or theoretical physicist. But I suck at sciences and my life is ruined already so idk I just want a good paying job.

Too tired to tag anyone so if any of u sees this and wants to do it then feel free to do it. u can use my name as the proof that u were tagged I don't mind :))

[whale-cat]

Dapper lad

[awkwardnessandbaseball]

Uhhh so this story got away from me and now has four parts, WHOOPS! Sorry not sorry!

It’s @csrolereversal AND @cshalloweek  !! Roughly one BILLION thanks to @sherlockianwhovian for making sure my words make sense and, of course, @courtorderedcake for her lovely art that inspired this story. Without further ado, I present:

A Fan of Every Part of You

A Captain Swan Halloweek Story in three four parts

AO3 if that’s your jam: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4

Killian Jones has a really loud, destructive upstairs neighbor, and he’s about to lose his patience with them. But when he discovers that it’s a beautiful witch with a soft spot for his dangerous familiar, Captain, that complicates things just a bit.

Chapter Two:

It was eight days later -- not that Killian had been counting -- when he finally saw her again. He was coming back from his late-night trip to the store when he heard a familiar voice cursing out in the hall. He kept climbing past his own floor and found her with her head leaning against the closed door of her apartment. She glowed dark purple, frustration and defeat present in the waves around her.

“Swan?” he called softly, hoping not to startle her.

“Killian?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “I’m fine,” she said, just a bit too quickly. She glanced past him at Captain, a softness taking over her features.

“Let me guess. You’re locked out?” He’d worn the same look before when Liam had accidentally locked the house up with magic before Killian had control over his.

“No!” Emma cried defensively. A pause, then, “yes.”

“How’d you do that?” Killian asked as he approached her. He laid his bags of supplies down by her door.

“I used a spell to make the door stay shut until morning.” Emma stopped, and Killian waited until she was ready to continue. She slid down the wall, landing on the floor with a soft thud. The next part came out in one breath. “I’ve been sleepwalking, or something. And causing… problems. So I figured I would just magic the door shut and make it unbreakable, you know? Eight hours, big whoop.” She looked at Killian, as though she weren’t sure what to expect from him.

“Sounds like a solid plan,” he said, nodding for her to continue before sliding down to sit next to her.

“Well then I realized I hadn’t checked the mail and I was expecting a delivery so I ran down and left the door open, but the wind blew it shut and Odette is on the other side.” Her voice lowered as she spoke, the end of her sentence barely a whisper.

Ah, Odette must have been the name of her familiar. The furry-feathered creature with the changing patterns.

Being away from her familiar, even for only a few hours, would be painful for Emma. It was no wonder she was so frustrated.

“You can come and wait it out in my apartment,” Killian offered, leaving out the fact that Emma entering the apartment would entail locking Captain in the bedroom to keep him away from her. “Odette would be able to hear you through the floor, as we learned.” He gently bumped her shoulder with his own, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. It seemed to work, as she chuckled and the purple around her softened to a shade closer to lavender.

“Yeah, but then I charmed the apartment.” She shrugged in defeat. “She won’t be able to hear me. Or vice versa.”

“Well, you may not be able to break the timed spell on your door, but surely you can undo the silencing charm, even from out here,” Killian offered, and Emma started to look a little hopeful.

“You think so?”

“Sure, Swan. I’ve yet to see you fail,” he said with a grin, standing and offering her his hand. She took it, and their joined hands glowed a soft pink. If Emma noticed, she didn’t let on.

“You’ve yet to see me do much of anything,” she scoffed, but with a small smile of her own.

“The point still stands,” he insisted.

With a deep breath, Emma held out her hands in front of her and closed her eyes in concentration. As she tried to break the charm from outside of her apartment, her energy shifted through the entire rainbow of colors, finally ending on a bright green when the whirrs and clanks from inside of her apartment began echoing around the hallway.

“I did it!” Her eyes were bright with excitement and she hugged Killian. He was surprised by the sudden show of affection, but reacted quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist with a laugh.

“Aye, you did!” He spun her around, delighted by her excitement, and belatedly realized that they were quite close to where Captain had sat himself on the top step. Emma’s foot brushed him mid-spin and Killian froze, carefully placing Emma on the ground before positioning himself between his familiar and his… neighbor? Friend?

Were they friends?

Now’s really not the time, he silently berated himself, waiting for Captain to attack. Familiars didn’t touch. Witches didn’t touch familiars. It was all very widely known, universally accepted. But Captain, particularly, would be angered by the accidental brush of foot to chest. Captain hadn’t really been around anyone but Killian, and occasionally Ruby, after all.

To her credit, Emma seemed to have figured out what happened, and was backing away slowly, inching towards her apartment door.

Captain sat, observing the two of them, before finally turning away and curling into himself to, apparently, have a nap.

“Is that… normal?” Emma whispered.

“Ah, no one’s ever touched him before. So… not sure,” Killian admitted. All he had to go on were stories passed down through generations, all with the same lesson: Never touch a familiar, especially one belonging to another witch. “He’s lashed out at the delivery boy before, when he stepped over the threshold into the apartment. Poor kid didn’t even come near him.” Killian could hear the wonder and confusion mingling in his voice.

“Huh,” Emma breathed.

Killian’s eyes flicked back and forth between his familiar and Emma, unsure what to do next.

“I guess… I mean, now that Odette can hear me… we could… go to your place, instead of bothering the neighbors any more than my DeLorean already is.” She gestured vaguely towards her door and the clanks and bangs coming from inside.

“DeLorean?” Killian raised an eyebrow.

She flushed bright red, energy a mix of blues and yellows, not quite meeting in order to become green.

“It’s complicated. For a complicated spell.” Her tone made it clear she didn’t wish to go into any further detail.

“Mm, I see.” Killian nodded, then grabbed his nearly-forgotten back of supplies and led the way to his apartment. “Perhaps sometimes you’ll tell me about it.”

“Perhaps.”

Once she’d accidentally touched his familiar and elicited no reaction, it was a bit easier for Killian to allow Emma into his apartment. Captain entered first, and watched as Emma took a step across the threshold. He made a noise low in his throat that Killian took to mean he was giving his approval.

At any rate, they all still had all of their limbs.

Well, all of the limbs they’d started the evening with. Killian’s left hand had been missing since birth, a fact he hid with a variety of magic. Ordinarily, he used a spell to avert gazes away from his missing hand, but he’d toyed around with other options, including false hands and even an array of weapons. It was how he passed the time.

Once she’d been allowed in, Killian was unsure of how to entertain Emma Swan for the evening. And then she yawned, and he realized how late it was: nearly midnight. No entertainment necessary.

“The bedroom’s just down the hall,” Killian said. “But I suppose you knew that already.”

“Oh, I couldn’t--”

“We’re not gonna argue about this, Swan,” Killian laughed, scratching the back of his ear. “Please let me be a gentleman.”

She nodded with a small smile before heading down the hall towards his room. He settled in on the couch, Captain glaring at him from the small recliner in the corner.

“I know it’s not the greatest arrangement, Captain, but she needed the help.”

Captain stared at him for another moment before letting out a resigned breath of air and closing his eyes. Killian followed suit and was soon asleep.

“I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” A voice in the kitchen woke him up. “Oh, it’ll never be finished on time and I’m already late and it’s all a mess!”

*CRASH*

“Bloody hell,” Killian groaned, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “Swan? What the devil are you doing?”

“I’m LATE!” she absolutely screeched from the kitchen, waking Captain this time.

I’ve been sleepwalking, or something… Emma’s words from earlier echoed in Killan’s mind.

Were you supposed to wake a sleepwalker? Killian could never remember. Perhaps he could calm her down without waking her.

“What are you late for, Emma?” he asked softly as he climbed off the couch and stepped towards the kitchen.

“I’m always late,” she whispered. “Never enough. It’s never enough!” Her eyes were unfocused, unseeing.

“Maybe I can help,” he kept his voice even. “If you just tell me what’s wrong--”

“There’s no time,” she replied. “The machine needs more time and there’s no time to give it. It’s not enough.” She tilted her head. “I’m not enough.”

“Of course you are, Swan.” The nickname caught her attention and she spun her whole body towards him, eyes still unfocused. “Whatever it is you’re trying to do, you’ll do it. And if you need it… if you’ll let me… I’ll help.” He’d moved closer as he spoke, finally grabbing her hand on the last word.

“Help?” She seemed to slowly come into herself, eyes directed at him finally. “Killian?”

“Good morning, sunshine,” he joked. “You were uh…”

“Shit. Was I sleepwalking?” She blushed, taking in her surroundings.

“Aye, it seems you were.” He still hadn’t let go of her hands. The same pink glow from earlier emitted from where their skin touched. “Are you… are you alright, Swan?”

She looked at him carefully.

“No, Killian. No, I’m not.”

[gremlinkweenarchive-blog]

Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My! 

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: So, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think! 

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, and @moonagecordelia

"I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?"

"Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that's not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out."

"... Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?" No, it really didn't, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she'd believe him.

"You should probably take care of him."

"Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope."

He scoffed, "Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart."

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. This was fucked up. "No."

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

"I said no. He's just trying to survive like you. I'll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?"

Jim's cheeks heated to a slight pink, she was right, but it was just difficult when you were the pray. "I don't think that's a good idea. It's probably going to end badly."

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that's not what she said. "I think it's going to be fine."

".... Okay, if you say so." Jim was still so unsure of this. "Just move him please."

"Yeah, no problem."

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn't an easy feat, but you did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she's been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn't imagine he'd be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she'd really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad's old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

"Hi there, Y/N, a little la-" a familiar voice called, but with the night's events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"Hi, Rory. Sorry, it's been a night." Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock's favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. You really weren't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he just always had been a night owl.

"I could see that," his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. "Dragging in buckets of sea water?"

"It's an art project," She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. "You know, for processing trauma. I read about it."

"Okay then, Y/N," he was unsure, but he was going to drop it.

"I'm going out for more things." She didn't know when to stop talking apparently.

"Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful," he wished her well, "It's a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight."

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. "Will do, you get some rest."

"You too, dear."

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. It wasn't hard to get it, but she found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats.

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn't know what it could be. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. "Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let's just get this over with."

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds biting in much passed down the fur. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it's full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. "Don't even think about it, buddy," she said firmly and the wolf's ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

"I've got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he's going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you're hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick."

It looked like it was debating something it's head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it's ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

"Come on, let's go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up."

He limped along with you, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn't too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory's house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out against the beam. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. "Go upstairs, it's the room with the lights on."

The wolf looked at you uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its' shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn't waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn't think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

"Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but," the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

"Uhhh, Y/N," Jim called from the bathroom. "What was that?"

She turned around and went to the door. "I might have made another new friend tonight." The wolf's head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

"That's an alpha werewolf."

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim's neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn't help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. "Why was he growling at you?"

"I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds."

The monstrous animal's ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

"Be nice. She doesn't know anything and you can't talk in that form," Jim chided with a small smile.

"You don't need to rub it in!" She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

"Werewolves don't need stitches, particularly alphas. He'll be fine by tomorrow night, you won't even know that he was hurt."

She nodded, but then stopped. "Why did he come with me then? If he didn't need help."

Jim's eyes were practically shining with mischief. "He probably thinks you're cute."

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

"Or he had other reasons, I'm just," He had to think about it. He wasn't sure about the human word for this. "Having my fun?" He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

"I didn't realize I was opening my door to such jokesters," but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out, "Well, I think I'm going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?"

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn't have them in the ocean.

"I'll go get one for you away."

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

"This is very comfortable. What did you call this?"

She chuckled, "A pillow. Goodnight, Jim."

He smiled, "Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again."

"It's no problem." With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn't coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat .... Then she saved a merman .... Then they got attacked by a vampire ..... and then she picked up a werewolf ..... and now there's a merman in  her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was.... weird. This was a weird night. This couldn't have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn't real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal's tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn't let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

[asspostate]

so like

hey.

i haven’t been On Tumblr a lot but like. heres the. lowdown. heres the update. over the last two years i have been Teaching at a High School whichhh. you know. it paid the bills, but it was a huge drain on my energy. the environment was... not the WORST by any means, but it was smalltown, and im a queer poly person so you can see like. where the conflict would start. my school was very traditional (ie splitting boys and girls off into electives by gender when enrollments were too high, banning same-sex couples from prom, etc), the social environment was very toxic, the administrative level was uhhh. chaotic. and like. i did the best i could within that environment? but there was a lot of cognitive dissonance between the person I am and the person I was while i was there, an i felt like the more sincere I was, the more peril i was in. there was a lot of Hiding and trying to Do Good without outing myself and. you know.

i think i did some good stuff there. but i think there was a definite expiration date on my time there from the beginning, too. so when things finally aligned in such a way that i could quit i. did. making that phone call and sending my Letter of Resignation was like living a daydream- i fantasized about saying ‘no, im not coming back’ more times than I can count and i finally got to live it.

im tutoring and leaning on art now; i have an interview coming up here soon at a Neat Looking Company but until then im just kind of. making things work.

the other tl;dr has to do with Health. i am a fibro and arthritis baby; i spent a few months really krangled up with pain, and had.. just. a slapstick series of doctors visits where i was. misinformed, flat lied to, misdiagnosed and misled re: what was on MY medical records, etc. ive also got a fun spinal deformity; I think I’ve mentioned that around these parts but like. my vertebrae are wedge shaped. so thats fun. makes my spine curve

all of That got better incidentally; i also finally got into Some Mental Health Professionals to get a handle on the whole depression and anxiety thing, and the medication that happened to be the best fit for my Major Depressive Disorder with Anxious Distress (hefty, right) is also the cutting edge treatment for. chronic pain. and ive done a complete 180; a few months ago i couldn’t walk around my neighborhood without hurting; today i walked to the pharmacy and back because driving sucks and i Can Now. so thats cool. and it didnt hurt at all

so thats. that. if you want to support me in this weird and exciting period of transition, i have an art blog over at @bigbuffpugpuff; if you like furry art or general smutty stuff, my FA account by the same handle is where all of that is going.

whats up with yall

[dustymatsu]

Tagged by: @kibi-lou !!!! asghfn thenk you for my life

Rules: Answer these questions and tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better

Nickname: you can just call me dusty

Zodiac: gemini

Height: 5′1″ i'm so tiny

Time: like, 9:30 at the time im writing this

Favorite band/artist: i don't have one at the moment, i kind of just cruise from song to song and listen to a lot of loud music

Song stuck in my head: THE DUCKTALES THEMESONG...i just finished watching the whole season its really good

Last movie I saw: beverly hills chihuahua 3... looks its not what you think, a friend and i binged all three movies, passed out during the second one, and then couldn't handle the dogs standing upright in the first five minutes of the third one. i STILL haven't recovered

Last thing I googled: brony mate because i wanted to see if it was a real thing.... have you SEEN the commercial for it

Other blogs: @dustyhyena! it's my main account i kinda just reblog silly stuff there and occasionally some fandom stuff? i might post original art there every once in a blue moon if you squint

Do I get asks: not often, but that's because i'm bad at answering them! (plus dual enrollment where i actually have to be on campus is starting idk how that's gonna go) but i wanna get better at that!!! i wanna talk to more people!!!!! it's a personal goal of mine

Why did I choose this username: i go by dusty and i got lazy, and it seemed like it fit. its me dustymatsu san

Following: 835

Average amount of sleep: it really varies, from around 4 hours to 7 hours! and sometimes i go to bed early and wake up at 2 am because my body is Like That

Lucky number(s): 15? i dont know i just like the number 15. it's not even lucky. i just like it

What am I wearing: guardians of the galaxy t-shirt and some ripped jeans

Dream job: i REALLY want to do something in either animation, storyboarding, or character design! i just really want to draw and tell a story with my 50+ furry ocs someday

Dream trip: for some reason i've always just wanted to go to hawaii? or canada?? i'd say somewhere far like japan but being that far makes me nervous

Fave food: i really like pizza, and that's a really generic response but i just love me the shit outta some pizza

Play any instruments: i used to play the violin in the fifth grade i think! and then i tried to pick up the ukulele but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i couldn't focus on it for a minute

Eye color: brown babey!!

Hair color: dark brown babey!!!!

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: that sounds difficult uhhh but i can try that! an organized messy room, random posters and stuff on the walls, bright colorful lights in a dark room, sketchbooks upon sketchbooks of art from middle school, night walks on a boardwalk, looking out your window at the night sky, staying up at night to talk to your friends......the night

Languages you speak: english is the only language im proficient in!!! i took spanish for all of middle school and freshman year in hs but ive forgotten it all!!! like a fool!!! please forgive me

Most iconic song: caramelldansen uh ok that's a hard one bc there's a lot of songs i liked! but yall remember the butterfly song from ddr? and the ievan polkka? that shaped me.

Random fact: i used to have sonic generations, but one time at a friend's birthday party my friend's brother convinced me to trade it for sonic 06 because i didn't know how bad it was at the time now i dont talk to them anymore and i'm sure they probably moved so i just now have a copy of sonic 06. i cant even play it bc my rabbit chewed up an essential cord for the ps3. i got played like a damn fool

I tag: AHHH forgive me but i dont know who to tag here ;; i havent done too many tumblr memes and im too chicken to tag anyone but i do have mutuals i want to know more! i guess if you see this, you could count it as me tagging you

[nega-aria]

Tagged by @doktorgirlfriend

Rules: Answer 30 questions, tag 20 blogs

Nicknames: Ari, Aria

Gender: Female

Sign: Aries

Height: 5′3″

Time: 2:05am

Birthday: April 10

Fav bands: Rammstein, Disturbed, Nightwish

Fav solo artists: P!NK, Lindsey Stirling

Song stuck in my head: Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay (because this song has for real consumed my life)

Last movie I saw: Geez.. I guess the MLP movie cause I promised I’d take my bf (I don’t get out much)

Last show I watched: Darkwing Duck (to ease the stress while I wait for his Ducktales cameo)

When did I create my blog: Well, last year but that’s not saying much (probably around 2 months ago)

What do I post: Pretty much completely gay duckverse crap- stories, art, whatever I can get my grubby little fangirl hands on.

Last thing I Googled: Regression symptoms… because reasons

Do I have any other blogs: Smut blog. More gay ducks just with dicks.

Do I get asks: I’ve gotten like… 3 I think.

Why did I chose my URL: Carried over from my FA and DA. Originally came from my great aunt calling me her Aria because of music reasons.

Following: 73

Followed by: 180

Average hours of Sleep: Uhhh depends on how insomnia is treating me.

Lucky number: 5- always liked it and I met my fiance on 5/5

Instruments: Previously piano and percussion, now I spend pretty much all my free time filling my life with more gay

What I am wearing: Black pajama pants and a shirt with a tiger tail on the back and a pawprint with wild at heart on the front (I’m such a fucking furry)

Dream job: Fish Hatchery worker- yes I am a fish nerd

Dream trip: Trip around the world I guess since I want to see ALL the cool things.

Fav food: Bread. I just fucking love fresh baked bread. (but I pretty much love any starch)

Nationality: American, but genetically reeeally English with various other Europeans things mixed in.

Fav song: We’ll just say “Something Just Like This” - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay since it is seriously the first song I’ve been this obsessed with in forever

Last book I read: Don’t really read books anymore. If comics count, then Ducktales reboot stuff.

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: DUCKVERSE! Harry Potter (because magic would be fucking awesome) and Steven Universe (because hot badass lesbians everywhere ♥)

I tag: @ben-the-hyena, @teh-bluejay, @leviprime, @splatterphoenixart, @rubbersoles19, @rebellingstagnationblog, @draqonelle, and whoever the hell else wants to do it (way too lazy to tag 20 people)

[sparkle-waterdotpng]

hey yall! thanks for taking a look at this lmao

but uhhh yeah basically this is whats up for commissions 

theres just some rules and stuff and this is probably gonna get long so heres a read more (sorry mobile users) 

i CAN / AM WILLING draw: 

- humans (if that wasnt clear) 

- mermaids

- your ocs (not furries, but if your oc has some animal feature like ears/wings/etc. i can probably do it) 

- you !! youd just need to send me a selfie 

- most anime / manga / video game / cartoon characters 

- chibis

- youtubers 

- uhhh anything else really goes except for the stuff that i wont do 

speaking of that

i CANNOT / WILL NOT draw: 

- NSFW . no thanks . 

     - this includes stuff like . not just porn . like gore or anything like that . however if you are thinking of having just blood in the picture like this: 

then thats chill  

- furries . sorry . not up my alley . ive never drawn a furry a day in my life and i dont want to dissapoint lmao (but as i mentioned before people w animal features like ears, wings, horns, etc. are chill ) 

- do dragons count as furries ?? i cant draw those either . gotta practice those 

- speakiNG of things i need to practice i cant draw mechs yet either . 

- kil////ling stalk//ing . sorry . i have my reasons why i wont draw that 

- dont give me weird stuff that people on deviantart do . like one time i got ‘marie on a space hopper ‘ 

     - do not do that 

i guess everything else goes?? knowing my forgetful self i probably forgot something so we’d have to discuss it if i haven’t mentioned it 

ways to talk to me are: 

pm me on tumblr!! (either my main or art blog works)

pm me on facebook!!

wanna support me ?? 

heres my paypal ! 

and heres where you can buy me a coffee, if youd like!

thanks for checking this out!!

[hoetron]

okay christ i got tagged in htis massive tag game by @mothable but i love a good ol challenge lets do this buckfucks

RULES: ANSWER THESE 88, THEN TAG SOME PEOPLE

BASICS:

a. NAME AND PRONOUNS: Rae, she/her

b. AGE (and birthday!): 13, Aug 28th :3c im a fucking fetus ny’all

c. SEXUALITY: am i bi? am i lesbian? am i just craving existential death 24/7? i dont fucking know a thing my guy

d. GENDER: cis female hooooh

e. COUNTRY: AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE OI OI OI

f. FAVORITE AESTHETIC: pastel colours and really nice fashion i guess..??? (also smoking is kind of aesthetic eyes emoji eyes emoji)

TRIGGERS/MENTAL ILLNESSES: i’m not actually sure :x

THE LAST:

1. DRINK: salt water hah normal water is for the WEAK (dont drink salt water please im begging y

2. PHONE CALL: my brother asking what kind of pizza i wanted

3. TEXT MESSAGE: “:3c” im such a fufcking furry...fuckck,,,,

4. SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Daydream warriors by Aquors listen nyall im reconnecting with my hidden buried weebass side of me okay im crying

5. THE TIME YOU CRIED: i dont actually remember? probably like last year unless you count me having tears from laughing too hard as cryng then thats yesterday during the meme aka now called lightning mcqueen server

HAVE YOU:

6. DATED SOMEONE TWICE: nahh

7. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: dont think ive ever kissed someone thats not my family before im #Pure

8. BEEN CHEATED ON: nope lmao

9. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: my grandfather i guess? but he died when i was really young so at that time i didnt really undersyand the feeling of loss and mourn so ksdjfk but we had some goodass memories together

10. BEEN DEPRESSED: they ask you how you are and you just have to say that you’re fine when you’re not really fine but you just cant get into it because they would never understa

11. GOTTEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: im severely underaged please

TOP 3 FAVORITE COLORS

12. red

13. yellow

14. either black or lavendar,,

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. MADE NEW FRIENDS: yis

16. FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: ya,,

17. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: okay im known as the most giggly person in class i laugh so easily that i easily have tears over everything

18. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: nahh dont think i wanna know if its like in a bad way :x

19. MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: aw y e s

20. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE: ya :,) (Thanks em, lily, mae and imogen for making this year truly greater than last year and for being the best friends i could ever ask for)

21. KISSED SOMEONE ON YOUR FACEBOOK LIST: facebook is dead to me

GENERAL

22. HOW MANY OF YOUR FACEBOOK FRIENDS DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE: serious facebook is dead to me i roasted above the flames of negligence (also because i have like two facebook accounts one using my pesonal email and the other using my more general email , the one using my more general email keeps recommending to me my OWN personal account and its personally so hilarious)

23. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: a cat called lucky! (i love him even though im p sure he hates me)

24. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: i guess my irl name uhhh im 50-50 with it? but granted on the internet i waaay prefer using the name Rae over my irl one because its short and simple and nice-

25. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOU LAST BIRTHDAY: just want to a chinese resturant with my fam and my uncle because we’re simple that way and like. back then i didnt had that much friends so uh l m a o (but vidhi gave me a nerf gun so that was Really Cool and i love her)

26. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY: 9 oclocK BECAUSE A HOUSING AGENT WAS COMING OVER (but then i fell back to sleep and woke up at 12 so lmao)

27. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT: watching a video on why ‘anime art isnt technically allowed in art school’ because i was just curious and then drawing 

28. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: VOLTRON LEGENDARY FUCKNG DEFENDERS SEASON 3 SHIT BABES IM REA LLY FUCKING PREPARED AND NEAR END OF MONTH AVCON BECAUSE EYES EMOJI

29. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM: an hour ago lmao shes like just outside my room 

30. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE: sighs my shyness and social anxiety and awkwardness (all three of those are counted in a pack right? the pack of “socially inept” people)

31. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: daydream warriors... by aquors..... (listen im RECONNECTING with my weeb side like said above im actually weeping)

32. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM: uh idk mate

33. SOMETHING THAT IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES: i havent brushed my teeth yet but im lazy to move my legs lmao

LOST QUESTIONS

34. MOLE(S): um quite a lot like a few small ones on my arm and like one on my face below my right eye and theres one underneath my boob i think lmao tmi and the rest i cant be bothered to find

35. MARK(S): a kind of burnt scar mark on my left shoulder from like 6/7 years ago when i got too close to someone smoking and their cigarette burnt me oh and a scar on my knee from the time i fell off my bike while playing bike catching in the neighbourhood with a couple of other friends like 4 years ago?

36. CHILDHOOD DREAM: vet (now im eh about that tho im probably just going to pursue some art career)

37. HAIR COLOR: brown eyy

38. LONG OR SHORT HAIR: long

39. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: yeah. hopefully its dying down now especially since the person is straight (its hard when she sits next to you in class and you guys are sort of friends now and u somehow feel really satisfied when you make her laugh :,) shit )

40. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: im generally kind with people regardless of whether or not i dont like them or i dont know them well or i know them i guess? (at least in my group of friends im probably the most willing to socialise with others) and uhhhh i guess i can make people laugh? im a huge fucking loser meme nyall

41. PIERCINGS: none and personally dont really want to 

42. BLOODTYPE: shit  i think it was either a B or an O i cant remember (i think its B tho)

43. NICKNAME(S): maggie, migi, bela, bob, bobbo

44. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single pringle 

45. ZODIAC: virgo

46. PRONOUNS: she/her (lmao yay for repeated question)

47. FAVORITE TV SHOW: fuckngin,,, voltron,,, (probably going to stay my favourite for a long while tho)

48. TATTOOS: none atm (unless you count waterbase tattos then yes stick all the water based tattos on me) but like when im Much Older maybe? just a really small tattoo tho not anything big that covers an entire limb

49. RIGHT OR LEFT HAND: right

50. SURGERY: had a surgery on my foot forgot which side when i was in kindergarten because the skin was *censored for tmi* and yah stitching up your skin fucking hurt babes

51. HAIR DYED A DIFFERENT COLOR: nahhh i dont think id dye my hair tho who knows

52. SPORT: im probably going to retake up basketball again eyes emoji eyes emoji

53. VACATION: ooMMF nothing planned so far

54. PAIR OF TRAINERS: like uhhh what kind of sneakers?? just normal canvas sneakers i guess????? im, what.

MORE GENERAL

55. EATING: OXYGEn

56. DRINKING: IN OXYGEN

57. I’M ABOUT TO: complete this fucking 88  questions then chat on discord and scroll tumblr and tell myself “hey finish up your art!” but then 5 hours later im still scrolling tumblr. oh and im watching wonder woman later so :3c

58. WAITING FOR: nothing atm i guess?

59. WANT: my family’s financial situation to be solved and so that money isnt going to be a huge bother anymore...

60. GET MARRIED: sounds nice but probably only marriage idk the idea of kids doesnt really sound v appealing atm

61. CAREER: artist! (i wanna either work in a game development team or an animation studio eyes emoji ) 

62. HUGS OR KISSES: HUGS

63. LIPS OR EYES: lips erally nice to draw really nice to look at

64. SHORTER OR TALLER: buhhh im short so i guess taller would be nice (tall people have such nice legs too im frankly a little jealous)

65. OLDER OR YOUNGER: what is this in regards to

66. NICE ARMS OR NICE STOMACH: arms so that dO YOU SEE THESE GUNS

67. SENSITIVE OR LOUD: shrug emoji idk man

68. HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: relationship

69. TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: troublemaker pardnyars in crime amirite

HAVE YOUR EVER:

70. KISSED A STRANGER: no

71. DRANK HARD LIQUOR: nope 

72. LOST GLASSES/CONTACT LENSES: yeah p sure i had to go through a whole day of school half blind once without my glasses

73. TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: nah..

74. SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: nO IM 1 3 

75. BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: dont think so?

76. HAD YOUR HEART BROKEN: nah babes

77. BEEN ARRESTED: nah

78. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: somehow when someone dies i decide to laugh instead of breaking down in tears i guess laugh away the pain?

79. FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: ...shit its a bad idea babes dont do it

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

80. YOURSELF: shrug emoji

81. MIRACLES: sometimes? sometimes no?

82. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: even bigger shrug emoji

83. SANTA CLAUS: nah lmao listen i caught my father and mother wheeling in bicycles for my sister and i when i was like what 8? usually i just played along because hey i was a child

84. KISS ON THE FIRST DATE: ehh depends i guess

85. ANGELS: not really lmao

OTHER

86. CURRENT BEST FRIENDS NAME(S): Emily, Mae Shuen and Lily

87. EYECOLOR: dark brown?

88. FAVORITE MOVIE: this changes all the time

only tagging uhhh @pluminkdot (KASJD I FORGOT IF YOU HAD A MAIN REBLOG ACC IM SORRY RACH), @jaspereffect , @blabrabs / @spaceboomerang (it isnt letting me tag ur main boomers skldfjksd) and uh im too lazy for the rest

[guromantlc]

— answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

tagged by: @mistwclkers/ @reaperxfsin tagging:  nobody because im tired yall guild wars has consumed my life. steal it from me bls

nicknames: zave, xavior, cinder, luci

zodiac: aires

height: 5′7 last time i checked apparently thats what counts as tall on tumblr

time: 3:15 pm almost time for bed

favourite band / artist: man dont make me choose. nicole dollenganger, passion pit, EDEN, grandson and MISSIO are all good but so is twenty one pilots no do not @ me

song stuck in my head: it changes and is usally what i want to listen to or what the last thing i listened to was. right now? its flippin between despicable by grandson and in the land by nicole dollenganger

last movie i saw: im pretty sure it was leatherface with @chalnsawed but dont quote me my memory is terrible

last thing i googled: “calculator” (i needed a calculator for a gw2 quest)

other blogs: uhhh @lvcfier is my art blog, i have very few active muses on tumblr anymore but they areeee @eclra (a shapeshifter oc for the keisha’ra series), @sunirse (a SOFT BABY BOY oc for @gracelessrpg..... but no one ever comes online so hes p much indie at this point) annnd @moonliiqht (an au hal who is a vampire and uses jd as his faceclaim. do not @ me.)

do i get asks: sometimes, if im active and talking to my friends.

why did i choose this username: literally i was just trying to find hal a username that would fit him that wasnt awfully edgy

following: 298

average amount of sleep: however long i can stay in the cozy, warm refuge of my blankets before my body forces me to eat or take a piss

what i’m wearing: yall aint ready for this. four layers on top (a hoodie, a robe/kigu, and two shirts) a pair of sweatpants and some socks i dont have a heater and its cold yall

dream job: artist? making money off commissions n such.

dream trip: goin camping BUT WITH ALL MY FRIENDS and we all have a good time and go swimming in the creek and eat some good food, i get up the earliest and start the fire so everyone can wake up and immediately come over and get warm, i take everyone to my favorite agate-digging spot and we all just. have a great time. yeah.

favourite food: .warm garlic bread. also. hot cheetos.

play any instruments: no papa

eye colour: brown

hair colour: dark, almost black, but brown

languages you speak: english im a basic bitch. also i guess @eclra‘s language but its made up with my only sources being an incomplete guide and dictonary so it doesnt count

most iconic song: what does this even mean . here, take this one.

random fact: im a furry and i draw pretty ok dogs and i live with my parents in oregon and we have too many cats and i love everything that exists except maybe fleas bc im so itchy all the time and im always looking for more friends because ive been diagnosed with lonely bastard disease

describe yourself as aesthetic things: wings, clouds, blood in the snow, a bare tree against a white sky. void. fangs. a pine-covered mountainside. a river flowing through a steep valley. rotting animals. there are a lot of things i like to think of myself as at different points within my life, a year, a month, a day.