#wowie thank you so much

[boo-moved]

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:0 oh wow hi, the amazing writer is in my ask box holy shit!!

thank you so much :)

so this is actually a Wip for a longer fic for @shepherds-of-haven because I’m a total geez and sucker for IFs so I hope it don’t disappoint my fandom folks

He sprinted through the halls, boots tapping against the ground as he rushed to the entrance. The wards said there was no malice between the visitors, but that still means nothing if they alert Quillal’s presence.

He wasn’t quite expecting the dark red eyes to lock with his almost immediately. Maybe he could have snuck up, or at the very least be threatening, but no, this… being twisted his gut in both fear and something else.

The cold unwavering expression dug straight into his core, but there seemed no harshness behind the stare, only neutrality and a hint of interest. He found himself delving deeper into those eyes, the swirl of red and gold capturing his gaze and sucking him in.

There was something else in there, something more powerful than he could imagine, it was intensely unnerving and yet… He desired more, he wished to inspect this feeling and toy with it, to surround himself in the sheer power and knowledge, to learn it all.

The movement of others behind the first pulled him out of his trance, but the one closest to him still caught his focus. The full shining lips, and tanned skin dappled with freckles and pale scars.

His face flushed and body rose in temperature as he looked lower, a dark white top with a lacking covering for his ample breasts, a tattoo poking out to his collarbone from between.

The leather harnessing dangled with baubles, from daggers to iron tools to which he didn’t recognize their purpose-

The leader, or who he supposed the leader to be spoke, fully pulling his attention away from the mage.

Normally outsiders (and even those on the inside) never listen to his rants, either seeming to interrupt or simply don’t listen. Yet this one… he watched with an intent face and smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes glinted with a wonder almost when Red spoke on the surroundings, after this went down he would have to take the Shepherd to the caves.

“How is it… learning in a circle like this.” He seemed apprehensive, gloved hands gripping it’s biceps, showing off another tattoo, a snake.

“Most who self teach end up killing themselves or becoming caught by the Inquisitors. It’s better here, like a family, but when things like this happen…”

“It hurts more, because of that closeness you crave.” His brows furrowed, sharp canine poking out and pressing down on his bottom lip.

“And you?” His hands released their grip on his arm, revealing the soft, paler, under skin of his limb. Lashes of burns trace the arm, palms blistered and calloused, and flesh burnt and scared, markings of one who was taught alone.

Without thinking he reached out, not quite catching the way the Shepherd flinched at the touch. He traced the scar tissue, feeling each groove and callous. The heat emanating from the body was warm, no wonder it required no jackets like the others, he seemed to prefer the element of fire, matching the blood ruby eyes.

His fingers danced up his skin, feeling the muscles twitch beneath, he seemed to be built, preferring physicality to magic, despite how strong his raw magic seemed to be.

A cough sounded behind him, a familiar one, Pan.

“Hammer?”

“Yes, very phallic and all.” Pan winked at the Shephard, who hid a smile behind his hair, dimples pressing up against his eyes.

“…May I see the hammer?” He cocked his head, curiosity exuding off the motion.

“Now hey, you haven’t even told him your name, now you want to see his hammer, least take him to dinner now,” Pan laughed at his own joke, the Shephard only rolling his eyes, but playing along nonetheless.

“Vincent, my name, it’d be best to be mostly transparent as we will be exploring fucky dreamland together won’t we?” He raised a single brow, leaning back against the wall behind him.

“Ah, well you already know mine so-“ for no obvious reason his face had flushed, eyes flicking from person to person, not wishing to look at the one currently watching him with an amused grin.

“We don’t have much time, can’t we do this after.” Blade pushed past them, Chase following behind.

His heart pounded in his chest, everything was wrong, off, he killed them all with his curiosity and now with no more blood to satiate it’s hunger, it goes after him.

There was another survivor, someone familiar, and yet so distant, but the feeling as he clasped his hand around theirs felt right, more than anything else surrounding him.

“Red, Red, it’s only a dream.” The voice was distorted, but melancholic, bringing him to the brink of awareness, just enough to set the beast aflame.

His heart felt as though it would beat out his chest, lungs constricted as his throat burnt for air. Firm hands grasped his shoulders, pulling him into a soft and warm embrace. Fingers wrapped around his nape as the other’s forehead met his, words of comfort leaving beneath their slanted breaths.

It felt like eternity as he took in the scent of the man, the twinge of tree and hearth, welcoming and nostalgic. All things had to end though, the peace was ruined by looking up and seeing the state of Shep- No, Vincent.

His curls dusked over his red rimmed and downtrodden eyes, glassy with a fearful expression. His bottom lip stained with blood, arms raked with the markings of claws. This was nothing like the unfearing man from before.

“What did you see?” He brought his hand up to push back the fallen curls, a burst of energy going through him as they leaned into his palm, eyes closing.

“I saw nothing before this… I awoke here and found you through the door.” A flat faced lie, one that they both knew was shit, but the Shephard had no energy to concoct anything more.

He didn’t understand why he pulled away, touch still lingering on him, as if he were still there in spirit. He stood, following after the shorter, until the two stumbled across the others.

Chase and Blade showed relief when they showed up, Chase jumping up and meeting the male halfway to a familiar embrace, fingers tracing his bicep.

He watched as Vincent stepped forward, their hand grasping the mortician’s blade, the ivory handle blending with the obsidian colored gloves.

“And you… I can send you back, protect them all from your mistakes, your failures, make you stronger so that you can protect them.” He froze in place, face paling and hand shaking around the handle.

Then he lunged, black ichor bursting from the wound, breaking the trance of all the others as they came into action.

In the end it was the Shephard who finished Quillal off, teeth bared as if a predator, his stance reflecting on that observation.

A whisper, barely audible, like a droplet of rain hitting the ocean, “You don’t deserve a word, it’d only be a waste on someone like you.” It may have been low, but to those who heard it, it was born of complete and utter malice.

Red felt the world around him tremor as the Shephard brought his hands up, red flame building up, but quickly changing color to a pale blue. Sheer power ran through the man, Red could taste it on his tongue, sending a shiver through him, jutting straight to his core.

Then there was something else, something darker, the veins visible on his hands went dark, almost as if looking into an abyss.

His breath caught in his throat, he could only recount three things that could cause that, none were pleasant.

Then light flashed, and he was forced back into Blest, as were the others. Memories becoming scarce of their time between planes.

Most seemed steady, devoid of any obvious injuries, but Vincent… his eyes were lidded, knees weak, hands quivering and bleeding.

“Burnt myself, fuck it all, least it’s dead.” He looked up at Red, shooting a thumbs up before practically collapsing.

“Let’s rest, for now we are able without fear.”

None of them could sleep, not after what they had witnessed, they had met with the others while heading to the room of Vincent, knowing somewhere inside that he could help, and that he would be awake.

But he was absent, gone from the room seemingly without a trace. The others still stayed, sitting in front the fire and laying close to one another, keeping out a watchful eye.

Red on the other hand, knew almost exactly where the other mage was, somewhere alone.

And that’s where they were, curled up against a dank corner, staring into the underground river, the glow of the natural lights illuminating the facial features of the lonesome Shephard.

“You were right, I do like it, I wish I could’ve seen a play you all would put on, likely scandalous.” The sound of the river covered up all sounds, that’s why most of the mages used it for… regardless, how did he hear Red?

“I didn’t hear you, I felt you, also smelt, you have a pleasant scent.” He threw a smooth stone into the river, watching it skip once before plopping into the shallow divot.

He deigned to sit next to the man, watching the still shaking fingers grasp for another stone.

“It’s nice to be alone you know, especially in a place like this.” He flipped the smooth stone between fingers, a delicate action often performed with a small blade. A heat pooled in his gut as he watched the talented digits, he desperately wished to pull his gaze away, but it seemed like with all things, the Shepherd never ceased to not pull him in like so.

“You aren’t alone though, I’m here.” He finally broke his stare, looking to the turquoise water.

“No, and yet I still enjoy this. Wonder what that could mean.” There was a pause as Red attempted to decipher the meaning,

“I’m being sardonic, I enjoy your presence, it’s a welcome change. I do wonder why you joined me though?”

“You weren’t in your room.” A stifled laugh emanated from the man beside Red, a crisp and beautiful sound.

“Ah, attempting to show me your hammer then, I see. A midnight rendezvous if you will.” Red felt himself flush, heating up, images filtered his mind, images he desperately wished to file for later use.

“I- we were worried for you. I wasn’t trying to- well.” He watched as Vincent’s face fell almost, then back to the neutral expression as before.

“Makes sense then, no one could sleep, so they found each other.” He threw the stone.

They sat in silence for a long while, occasionally one would glance over to look at the other, never quite at the same time.

“I lost my dagger, in Quillal that is,” The Shephard broke the silence, “It was my favorite one too, spent a pretty penny on it, but that doesn’t matter too much. I just-“ he sighed, placing his head on his knees and side-eying Red.

“Why did you lie, about what you saw?” Dead silence in the cavern, not even the sound of shallow breathing could penetrate the silence manifested from the two.

“I was scared. And that is weak.” He bared his teeth, almost hissing out the last word.

“I was scared and yet you-“

“You being scared is not weak, me being scared is, you wouldn’t understand, Circle mage.”

There was a sudden change from the distant, yet close Shephard, to this.

“Then make me understand.” His lust to learn overpowered any other feeling, any tidbits of knowledge he wanted to swallow up, especially ones from him.

“I have to protect them, and I’ve failed, I’ve failed because I was weak, and why was I weak? Because I was scared, or emotional. I can’t take that chance, not with them, not again.” He was expecting anger, not this, not this raw and untouched emotion.

“I do… You think becoming archmage during this… this crisis could make me unknowing to that feeling!” The cave went silent yet again, Red unable to see the soft face through the mound of curls.

“I’m sorry, we are different, but you understand. I wish you didn’t, but nonetheless you do.” He sighed, leaning back against the wall.

“I saw my old home, that was destroyed long ago, the demon wanted to trick me, but I-“ He turned, face to face, and almost in a flash he was straddling Red, hands holding either side of the Mage’s head.

Red was shocked into silence, mouth opening and closing like a docked fish, he was confused as to the sudden touch, afraid to do anything to provoke the one above him.

They locked eyes once again, this time Vincent seemed conscious of the search, he was looking for something.

After precious moments of the intense watch, it was appeased and leaned into Red, forehead to forehead, just like before.

This was different than before though, their noses touched and lips only inches apart. Earlier the touch was for appeasing Red’s beating heart, and now it’s causing it.

He desperately wished to touch him back, to wrap an around his waist and pull the Shephard in, but something stopped him. He desired the touch, but feared something he wasn’t sure of.

So he simply watched and waited, he studied each of the man’s features, his curved and beautiful plump lips, his strong nose, soft cheeks and jaw, and above all his hair. The sweet smelling brown curls that cascaded down his face and neck, tickling Red’s exposed skin.

He only wished to bury himself in the open throat, lips pressed to the collarbone and nose nudging at his pulse. He took a shaky breath in, purging all thoughts from his mind, he simply needed to focus on the now, not wishes and wants.

“Fuck.” And as sudden as it started, the Shephard pulled away, appalled at his own actions.

“Red, my apologies for the… touch, it must’ve been my lack of sleep lowering my inhibitions. I deeply apologize and hope that you don’t feel uncomfortable. Goodnight.” He stood up, stiff legged as he made his way back into the circle.

“Vincent-“ his voice was lost among the drops of water, and in fact, so was he.

[shkika]

I'm literally buzzing with excitement for the Wind comic thing :> I've been coming up with my own theories of what it could hold, and even making a video based on those theories! Tho, it'll take some time to finish XD It's like...A big project. Love your works!

This ask made me so happy I blacked out and this appeared on my screen.

I have the comic planned and sketched out with placeholder dialogue between the rodent sisters I just need to finalize it when I can!

[heybiji]

I followed because your artstyle is CAPTIVATING and ENERGETIC and COOL

and of course for dandelion!! 🌻🌼🏵

aw geez, thanks!!

[smokinghorse]

I’ve just gone through your Jean’s skill cabinet tag and I feel absolutely INSANE, you are so correct about your take on him. I absolutely adore the way he devotes himself so entirely to Harry and his job because he just can’t stop caring. Dude who’s absolutely self destructing in every way he can while also being so insistent on fixing other peoples lives despite it being absolutely impossible. Dog behavior!!

Hi first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH this is extremely flattering and I’m really really happy you enjoyed my work! It always makes me kind of blush and kick my feet when I hear people tell me that my interpretation of him is in-character. 💙💙💙💙💙💙

He truly is a dog in the best possible way and also a horse. I love his loyalty and commitment to his partner and his work despite his flaws. He destroys himself for others and the things he cares about and I find that really endearing. He’s so fascinating.

[wowiezowiebaby]

any facts about pumpkin patch ? any silly little facts about her ? or any of your charavgers really id love to know more about them !!

I just doodled all of the characters designed so far from the story shes featured in just a couple hours ago actually !! I could certainly talk about them all but that will take so so very long so I'll give a basic rundown of the setting !!

The story takes place in the year 1976 in a small nowhere town called Mayview ! A quiet town with a very tight-knit community .. basically everyone knows everyone !! Youve got all the fun locations you need: A radio station, a diner, a skate rink, a local library, a record store, a weird abandoned farm, a pizza place, etc etc etc .. Its your average happy scenic town where nothing goes wrong ..! well until like . A murderer showed up . Thats kinda bad .. it had only happened once before in the towns history ! So this is a very strange and scary occurrence ..

Mayview is just meant to be a silly story !! Like a Comedic horror !! Cheesy slasher film that sucks enough to the point where people enjoy how bad and funny it is .. catch some unlucky character exploding into a geyser of blood or something

And for the first part of your ask heres some silly pumpkin patch facts !

- I based her off of your average masked slasher film villains ( Jason Voorhees, Michael myers, leatherface ..)

- She kinda kills people for the pettiest reasons ever but its okay shes silly like that ..

- She hates the name pumpkin patch, but the names stuck with her because thats what the radio hosts of the towns local radio station decided to call her ..

- she does tend to lean more towards using farm tools like a pitchfork or scythe as weapons .. but if she doesnt have them on her she usually just fashions a weapon out of whatever she can find at the time .. catch her using a broken vinyl record to stab someone

- southern accent ? Southern accent .. howdy yeehaw texas

[joffyworld]

additional goat lore drops

random piercings/piercing placements everyday (the only consistent ones are having ear piercings at all and her eyebrow piercings)

she/they transfemme

has a wide voice range (because of how the goat sounds in hook lamb and sinker compared to their ingame screams) and tends to use the deeper voice by default (usually to maintain an intimidating presence)

when she was growing up they were mostly alone in a little den but she found the hermit lifestyle enjoyable

had to speedrun literacy after becoming a cult leader due to said hermitness (actually pretty smart but is insecure about it)

the whole greatest of all time running gag and being obnoxious are symptoms of coping with huge insecurities in general but theyre in denial about it

due to being betrayed by their entire cult at once (they were killed and the temple was burnt down) she is stuck as the lambs shadow and can never return to their realm

can and will manifest physically at any time especially if she can be a nuisance

very vulgar compared to everyone else swears like a sailor at times

despite everything just wants to be loved and cared for (and eventually that gets to happen)

ADAIR LORE DROP IN MY FUCKING INBOX????

[speckyposting]

"Huh... oh! Oh, it's me?!"

He looks very happy... but also teetering on the edge of several other emotions. Seems this hasn't happened to him before.

... He's bouncing on his feet.

[gethoce]

Oh Falspar I got a surprise for you and please don’t tell Dragato that I made this. I dare you to put that on the wall on the frame Falsy >:3 [ Dragato I’m sorry I had to do this XDD] remember stay slay and beautiful UwU

Sir Falspar: ONE HEART AND A DREAM.

Sir Dragato: Yes, Falspar, this is very pretty.

[the-writing-mobster]

Y'know - canon Sans is PROBABLY TERRIBLE in a relationship now that I think about it lol

It's the lack of participation in the daily upkeep of life for me.

At the end of the day, while yes, men will clean up their act to GET the person they want... once they're comfortable, old habits resurface and cause problems.

Sans is a dude who skates by on the bare minimum.

Sure when push comes to shove he pulls out all the stops, like... *after* you've killed everyone. (And I know it's because he's hopeless and desperate and moreso cares about punishing the player than it is about stopping you... But apply that energy to a relationship... Yeah....)

Do I think he would be just so awful all the time? No. Of course not. He would be a great guy to be around. He's fun, he notices things, he can be surprisingly caring —

Which is why I think his partner would keep giving him chances to clean it up. Because when it's good, it's great but... It's also really important to participate in the labor of a relationship. Putting all of the work onto one person will eventually wear them down until they just can't do it anymore. Then that resentment begins to build up...

Until eventually everything about him puts a bad taste in your mouth.

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[blujayonthewing]

me: hm I keep wanting to build outfits around tank tops and camis but I only have a few right now in just a couple colors and they're pretty worn out, luckily something like a solid-color base layer should be pretty easy to just get a bunch of online

amazon: cool yeah would you like a five pack of the camis you want that go up to what is listed as a 2XL but is still at least two sizes too small, or would you like one Just Perfect For My Special Body brand plus tank top with wide straps and a built in foam bra for the same price

me: actually you know what why don't I just set myself on fire instead

[choppedsouldreamer]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

AWWW!! I always love it when I get these, It always makes me so happy when people say I'm one of their favourite mutuals, just makes me so damn giddy IUWDYWDONDYW&DVWTD- I felt bad not answering both inboxes but I spun a wheel to find out who I answered but I did see both! @colatheartz69

[carcarrot]

*through tears* i too would like strawberries and mascarpone on toast for breakfast

[dreamtydraw]

Idk man I just love everything you make. Like, everything. Your accounts always have such good vibes and I have the most fun seeing what shenanigans you get up to

*gigantic audible parisian gasp*

No u <3

Be blasted

[despairforme]

Why should he take out the trash, when he can just throw it out the window instead?

[mizzyislost]

Your art is STUNNING!!!! genuinely some of these made my jaw drop like :OOOO they're so good!!!

wauigh thank you so so much!!!!! hold on. we have. like an image for this.

me for real right now thank you again!!!!!!!!

[commandertartarsmoocher]

Oh boy, it's a brand new day! Let's check Tumblr and see wha-

Huh?!

[@commandertartarsmoocher exploded!]