#*wren

[minamill]

Wren started using she/they pronouns and shared it with everyone!

just a little b/a bc i rly liked editing these pics

[claudtrait]

in wren we trust

[aegis-of-the-fallen]

For someone with Kindness as their trait, calling suicide the easy way out is awful. Asgore clearly regretted your deaths and couldn't take the guilt. You guys died from his actions, but maybe take a moment to see how desperate monsterkind was after your kind killed their prince for no reason and sealed them away also for no reason.

[rohavon]

Ages come and go but her life goes on the same She lives to see the sun and feel the wind and drink the rain

[lotuswhim]

ellie, wren and june

[glorioustragedykid]

If you're reading this you need to tell me the name of your favorite black character NOW‼️

[arboret-art]

my local birds 🌞 posted early on patreon ✷ prints

[bedazzlecunt]

what they dont tell u about bouncing on it is that is actually takes a lot of stamina and core strength

[monstermonger]

Little wren, far from home

[rememberwren]

Thinking about how when you’re drunk—and I mean really drunk—you get it in your head to catcall men. They could use a little harassment. When you reach that point, your friends immediately know it’s time to cut you off, acting like the Secret Service as they usher you out of the bar and towards the Uber. But they couldn’t anticipate the group of men standing outside the bar swapping laughs and smoking.

Of course you pick the scariest one of the lot and:

“Hey!” you shout, half giggling. “Hey—you, in the mask!”

The man turns. You can’t see his mouth with the surgical mask in place but you can tell his eyebrows are raised. He’s fucking huge, towering over his counterparts (who are nothing to sniff at), thick and strong. His head cocks in silent question.

“Can I get your number?” you shout, licking your friend’s hand when she slaps it over your mouth. All your friends rush to brush the guy off, but he’s already ashing his cigarette under his boot, slipping his hands into his pocket, and crossing the street quietly.

He stays a healthy distance away, aware of how it looks: a man his size approaching a group of young, inebriated women. You think he’s come to harass you in return, or maybe just to mock you—either way you are stunned silent, mouth agape, eyes wide. He’s so much taller up this close.

“Got a pen?” he asks.

He only approaches then, shoulders hunched to make himself appear smaller and innocuous. He takes your hand in his own and writes his phone number on your forearm.

When you wake up hungover the next morning, his number is there on your arm along with a reminder that you hadn’t been able to see in the dim lighting of the parking lot: XXX-XXXX—S. Drink water.

[minamill]

Early fall afternoons

[claudtrait]

hey everypony

[aegis-of-the-fallen]

Salt, this is Pepper. I am currently trapped in combat with a knife wielding maniac. Please help, over.

[jellyfishforest135]

Cuddle pile

[wrenthetitmouse]

Major shout-out to men that craft. Dudes that knit. Fellows that felt. Bros that bind books. Cobbers that cross-stitch. Y'all are wonderful and I appreciate you.