#oc: starry patch

[rubysundaey]

new banner for all my socials (including this one!!) yay!!! various heads of various ocs of mine

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 teach me daddy (s & f)

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boyfriend!jungkook x virgin!reader

content: daddy kink, ddlg themes, Jungkook teaching his innocent, virgin gf how to..; touch him (blowjob) and how he touches her (fingering, lil tit play) !! hickies, sweet talk, lowkey dumbification, praise, cumming on stomach, guided, petite oc!!! Size.kink. so much dirty talk. so many pet names, FILTH.

note from cherry: put my whole sopping pussy in this. im a whore. My fav trope pls i hope i did it justice

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Jungkook's lovely, borderline magical finger tips create his usual pieces of invisible art upon your skin, right underneath the frilly fabric of your pink skirt, that top of your soft thigh squished against him, because his lap- specifically the bulge inside of his grey stüssy sweats- has become your favorite spot to sit on. Somewhere in between lush kisses and feathery moans elicited by the fluttered bruises he lays down the lane of your neck, you've understood one thing;

It feels so warm- so good to sit on that tent that forms in your older boyfriends pants, visible every time you bite your lip and stare at him with huge round, pleading eyes- every passing, electrifying fraction of a moment you spend threading through his deliciously laid, tussled mullet, or tracing the colorful lines etched into his hardened muscles, almost like you're coloring the small pictures in with your glittery gel nails.

Feels so good to hear low groans from your boyfriend's throat, experiencing your clit pulsing inside those little lacy panties, while consciously avoiding the sensation of a large wet patch making them cling to your untouched folds, it felt tingly, you had just told him.

"Tingly?" he asks, plucking back a delicate strand of your hair,

"Mhm.. like it wants attention. s'how i feel when i hump my stuffies" another small- fleeting detail you deemed insignificant, however it continues to feed into the hunger growling primally in jungkook's chest, wanting to expand outward, tear out of his gentle strokes that accidentally find your nipples, on occasions where he should be content with your petite frame inside the solid embrace of his own- oh so hungry body.

But he isn't content, not now that you've revealed you're pussy has kissed the very stuffies he's bought for you, seen you go starry eyed at.

His mind races with images of you- you in your bare glory, one he hasn't seen but there is no doubt in his mind you're an angel, sat on top of that plush hello kitty, dragging your wet, overstimulated clit over it's button nose- over and over, until there's drool running down the corners of your pout- until your eyebrows crunch together in pure delight. He wonders if you're the type to beg, ramble out your needs like a lost little deer.

His cock throbbs in anticipation, his primal instincts scream for him to take care of you whole, explore every inch of your sweet, sweet vessle. Jungkook has to know more- has to know everything.

"And how does my pretty girl hump her stuffies?" he innocently questions, hiking his hands up further on your small legs, crawling to your inner thighs, the digits raise goosebumps on your skin and a pink hue on your cheeks, it complements you- he thinks, harmonizing with your glossy pink lips.

"Hmph.. jus'.. sit on them.. r-rub back.. n' forth" your whispered reply has him drop into a lower, deeper tone, assessing how your body subconsciously responds to his teasing, bucks forward the smallest, almost unnoticeable bit.

"And what happens when babygirl does that?" you whine- leaning your lips to ghost against his own, the tingly feel rises again, floods your panties in an instant because his sudden dominance drowns you in its strangling hold,

"I feel good"

Jungkook creeps his large palm up, cupping your pussy boldy through the thin girlish fabric,

"Haa-ah" moaning, you give way into his palm, playing into his hands because you belong no where else, in response, his thumb extends, rubbing over where your clit sits puffily,

"Yeah..? right here is where it feels good, doesn't it princess?" liquid smooth as he talks, applying pressure to your needy bud,

"Mhm" you nod- whimpering against his pierced lip. In the flashes of his tight circles, you cannot bring yourself to keep your mouths attached- to focus on maintaining a healthy breath when your flower is being treated with the most careful sexuality "This feels better daddy" you say airyly, lips barely touching.

His breath stalls before it hitches once again- the title found him so righteously, so naturally succumbing to his deserved role- your daddy.

"Fuck sugar, it does hm? Let daddy take care of you, make you feel all warm and tingly"

After all, you're his special little princess,

The one with a cute pout that he wishes to see wrapped around his angry cock, he had envisioned this moment countless of times, fisting himself late at night- the soft snores come from your end of the phone, purely, innocently sleeping in the white glow of your screen, big, soft facial features lay peacefully against your pillow.

Even though the sins run carelessly on his end- he never bothered to mute himself, you kept sleeping, dreaming away,

Somtimes, he desired for you to wake up; he'd groan a bit louder, more vulgar with his endless cussing, thought about how your pupils grow wide, how your lips would part into a gasp- wish that you'd timidly run your thumb over your clit at the unfamiliar warmth spreading through your little purity, ruined, emerged in his perversion.

You nod, already going droopy eyed at the simple action of his thumb thrumming your pearl,

The cold air hits your sopping cunt as he peels your delicate panties to the side, giving him a full view of your flower, skin slick with desire

"You have the prettiest little pussy, so cute, does she want to be played with?" his tone is so- so gentle, yet, its dripping with power, entranced with the view of his- yes his very own digits that faintly glide between your folds,

"Yes- nghh shit- koo" your manicured nails dig into his meaty thighs, grounding yourself in a failed attempt to hold your head up, the foreign urgency consumes your entire being with it's intensity,

"Look at me sugar" he commands, growling lowly, his eyes squint to the ones of a predator, you- his prey, look at him like he has always known you would- wide eyed, doe eyed, awaiting his instructions

"Good girl. Now tell me again, do you want daddy to show you how to feel really good hm? How to play with your tiny cunt?"

You nod dumbly, letting out the smallest sounding yes that had ever grazed his ears, he purrs, taking in the effort with an open heart,

"Suck on them, need them nice and wet, can you do that for me princess?" his fingers intrude your bitten lips, forcing his digits to collide with your tongue, eagerly- messily and uncoordinated, you swirl your tongue around them, humming as he withdraws- letting out a satisfied groan

You wince a bit upon the proding of his fingertips against your entrance, unexpectedly, you look at him- begging for him to take you with him, guide you by the hand along everything he does, take your hand like a good daddy should.

The substantial need to make you feel safe takes over again, courses throughout his entire being because you look so vulnerable like this, so barely laid out for him to consume.

"it's okay babygirl, it's gonna feel so good. Daddy's gonna put a finger inside this pussy, you'll feel a bit full, but my precious little girl's so good, she can take it all" he can feel your body relax on top of his lap, as if your muscles let go of all tension with his reassurances- he's on the edge of feeling bad for wanting to ruin your purity.

But he does it regardless.

Wet, sloppy sounds fill your ears as he pumps his finger inside of you. The rhythm starts slowly, one push- one long drag between your folds before returning to pulling out, pushing back in carefully. He studies the subtle change in your expression, diligently grasping at the strings of your arousal- his own eyes can't choose between the look of lust on your face and his hand colliding with your sweetness, feeling how you suck his finger in with every fiber of your being, so untouched, so pure- so, so needy.

You squirm, wrap your hand around his bulging bicep- "Daddy- that feels so good, feels so so good" you continue mumbling, singing the cutest moans to numb his thoughts, feed his hunger, he turns greedy- allowing himself to drown in you entirely, granting himself premission to increass his speed, push in deeper- you gratify him, become louder, whiner, give yourself over because truthfully- you didn't know anything outside of how good it feels to be fingered like this.

"Yeahhh, feels so good to have daddy's fingers? think you can take another one?" Patiently he waits for your allowance- and once he heared that needy voice of yours, calling out for him to push another finger in, he snaps,

"Fuck sugar, look at you, such good girl f'me, feel so full don't you?" His lips latch back on to your neck as he pumps into you faster, curling his fingers into you like he's crawling into your body, establishing his ability to make you squirm- make you whimper and lose that pretty head of yours in his sinful lure.

So you do lose yourself- start whining for him to keep hitting that spot- right there daddy- you beg,

"Yeah? My babygirl loves this- loves my fingers making your cunt feel good. All mine, my little pussy, no one can have you like this"

"Right there ohh? Can you say that again sugar?" Thoughtlessly, obediently ylu start repeating, rehearsing the words like you're summoning him- your legs jerk, contract the muscle with a moan so pronounced jungkook could cum all over himself at the pure nuance of it.

"mmhm! s'too much- feels like i- like i'm gonna-" Your eyes roll far into your skull at the lingering of his teeth on your jaw, his tongue that shamelessly licks a strip up to your ear so he can coax you into intoxicating pleasure.

"Like what little girl? Gonna make a mess?"

At that- at the last syllable of his sentence, you release your arousal over the whole long inches of his fingers that are still relentlessly pushing into your hole, plucking out roughly- shoved back in, "Goood girl" he rasps, slapping his soaked fingertips over your overstimulated cunt. You did not know better than to leave gasps into his now bitten, ridiculously broad shoulder, shudder in overstimulation, tug at the roots of his chocolate mullet,

Your bedroom grows quiet, pleasure rings in your ears, wrecks you from the top of your head to your toes, colorful sparks fly behind your eyelids as it keeps going, keeps flooding out of your body like it had never done before.

Your boyfriends entire demeanor changes once his ragged breathing returns to soft hums, his healing hands cover more than half of your back and he just lets you bathe in the aftershocks, "Did so well for daddy, my good girl" The whispers find your hair, his pecks follow, decorating your journey back to a grounded reality with beautiful stars, safety,

As he´s rubbing up and down your back under the fabric of your cami, your skin erupts into familiar goosebumps, only this time, he feels your stiff nipples rub against his own, sweaty chest, the friction makes you hiss involuntairly,

"How do i feel good here ?" The muttered curiosity behind your words makes Jungkook moan audibly- reaches his hands to slide around your torso, your rips flutter in response, "Let me show you"

Your cami shrivles up over the swell of your small chest, cupped snuggly in your white sparkly bra, his hands cover your entire breasts easily, the twinkle in his vision is unmistakable,

lust, utter need

"Gon´ pull these down baby, show your pretty body to me" vision going white, he rushes to wrap his lips around the stiff bud, encircling it with his tongue, "All mine, my tits, my little girl, these belong to me" He takes his time- devours you, flicking the tip of his tongue over and over, you recoil forward, moan helplessly under how good he´s making you feel,

Jungkook returns the favour, moans into your skin that arches closer into his mouth,

"Want me to give you some attention too? Gonna rub it like this baby, roll it in between your fingers" The instructions help to remember what is happening between the chasm of gasps and whimpers, the throbbing between your aching legs returns in unbearable force- rises with every collision of his rough palms rounding your soft skin, he nibbles, sucks, bites gracefully into the sensitive flesh.

"Daddy- daddy stop please" the wet sensation leaves in the blink of an eye, his gaze glistens over with worry- hands immediately running to your comfort, soothing your arms, "M´sorry my love, too much? Wanna stop here?"

You shake your head violently, wanting to sob at the thought of stopping, you´ve never felt need like this, urges like this- borderline possessed as you tug at his waistband, his eyes widen, holding both your wrists in his calloused hand "Woah babygirl, slow down, what is it that daddy´s princess wants?" He asks genuinely, running his lips over your jaw but his cock betrays him, throbs painfully as you whimper for him, mutter for him to show you how to make him feel good too. He didn't want to pretend to be innocent anymore- your boyfriend had been praying to have you like this, why would he deny you if you so desperately wish to pleasure him anyways?

Feverishly, your small hands expose his member, appreciating the hard outline in his calvins before reaching in- finding the warm length that can, in no way, fit even in the grasp of both your fidgety hands,

"It´s so pretty, so big" You praise, staring in awe at the sight in front of you, a pearl of his arousal runs down alongside the vein of his shaft, Jungkook growls, scratching your scalp with his tattooed hand,

"All yours. come on sugar, little kisses, lick it a bit, i´ll be loud for you"

It´s not like it was his choice regardless, not when you lay your tongue flat against his tip, tracing every inch of him. You lick up and down his pulsating cock, look up at him through your feminine, innocently batted eyelashes as if to ask if he feels good- he groans, tightens his hand with each torturous slow lick to him, how could he not feel good?

"Good little girl, taking daddy so well, need you to take it in your mouth now okay? Can you be good and try to swallow daddy´s cock?"

You nod- god you´d do anything he asks, hesistantly, your lips coat his fat tip, opening your throat as he feeds you his girth, hitting the back of your throat in an instant- you try your best to ignore the gag, focus on the wetness of your cunt and his breathless curses.

It´s even more erotic than he had imagined, you do pout; your lips barely fit in his cock, not able to get half of it into the confined space of your jaw- his stomach flips at your hand that wraps around the rest of him- while the other one clenches his inner thigh for support, marks his skin in reminders. The look in your willing eyes, the struggle to take his inches as your own spit escapes your mouth- it´s becoming something he will get addicted to in no time,

"Ssh i know daddy´s big babygirl, but you´re made for me, breathe through your nose, goood job baby" its fuel, fuel to your insatiable greed for him, you follow instinct, bob up and down with the help of his hand on the back of your head, throat contracting around him and shit- Jungkook is sure if your throat is this tight sucking him off, your virgin pussy must feel like heaven too.

"Just like thaaat, yeah sugar, makin´ me feel so fucking good" He continues, thighs flexing with the constricting feeling in his balls, release bubbles up fast, rapidly banging his system- your boyfriend grips you by the jaw, to have you make eye contact with his half lidded brown stars, "Lay down f´me"

Sprawled out, tummy laid open, your hair flows over your tits, eyes watch him stroking his cock in heavy, aggressive movements, rubbing his thumb over the pink swollen tip- he pants, groans so fucking loud you instinctively spread your thighs for him- clenching around nothing- begging silently for him to give you everything.

At the sight of your cunt covered in your own, copious amount of slick and previous orgasm, he´s struck down mercilessly, it rides him over the edge and soon enough, he splurts his milky cum all over your lower stomach, he shakes- calls out for you.

"My little princess, look so beautiful like this, god i fucking love you"

You giggle girlishly- a sound from the deep chambers of your now, perverted heart as he engulfs you in his hold, "Baby you´re-" his mouth finds yours again, not letting you protest but he's soft, grateful "I don´t care, you´re mine, my baby, all mine" Another kiss, another smile, "Thank you, thank you sugar" he mumbles, holding your flushed out cheeks in his big hands, searching for familiar innocents within your face and unsurprisingly so, he still discovers it.

[kakao-lovey]

𖦹 Your all-encompassing scripting / OC creation sheet for shifting, writing or manifestation

Just something I created for funsies. This sheet doesn't really have a target audience, use it for whatever you like.

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[tixdixl]

Wishmaster Concert - Intro Blurb

Event banner by @ramshacklerumble

Word Count: 495

Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Kingsley Tyr (my OC)

Content Warning: None

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A firm rap on the wood broke through the tranquil silence like a clap of thunder over a barren plain. The stone walled acoustics left nothing to imaginary or questionable realities as a second rap followed. It forced him to look up from the dry pages of his philosophy book.

Annoyance crossed his face like a fire came alight. And yet, it fizzled as soon as it sparked, as he called out to the requester, “Who is it?”

“It’s Sebek, sir.”

Like the very knock that preceded him, the voice behind the door boomed like a canon. Despite the feedback, Sebek lacked a proper handle on his vocal control. 

Kingsley rose from his desk chair. He opted not to waste any time, especially in understanding that the reptilian fae wasn’t exactly a patient man, and he wasn’t exactly keen on the prospect of being scolded unnecessarily through the wooden door. As he strode to the door and carefully opened it, his eyes met the golden gaze behind it. However, the immediate aura behind them, albeit still retaining some level of intensity, felt far more lax than he expected. He couldn’t help but feel his own brow quirk ever so slightly. A subtle flicker of curiosity sparked behind his own.

Giving Sebek the subtlest of once-overs, he then took a quick pause over his attire. The other student wore what appeared to be a denim vest, covered in patches and an assortment of studs and buttons. Black bands covered his wrists. And knee high leather boots protected what appeared to be a pair of pristine black pants. He clearly appeared ready to head out somewhere. And frankly, Kingsley had never seen the fae in these sorts of civies before. It struck him almost instantly as odd and out of place.  

"Sir,” Sebek addressed him, now with a far less stressed tone, “get your things and be sure to pack adequate ear protection!"

"...come again?"

"We're going to a local concert, and you're going to need to make sure you're prepared,” the reptilian fae explained, a sly grin forming on his face. He crossed his arms and stared confidently at the prince. 

The pause lasted only a moment before Kingsley, "...we?"

"Don't make me repeat myself," the fae snapped, “You’re coming too.”

A pause fell between them. But before Sebek had a chance to assert himself further, the prince turned about face, leaving the door slightly ajar. The prince headed further into his room. Moving toward his wardrobe, he began to swap out his uniform. However, just as he was about to grab his battle jacket, he peered back over his shoulder and called out, “Who’s headlining?”

“Wishmaster!” the fae answered joyfully, “Accompanied by Her Draconic Majesty, Fighting Dragons, UnderDark, and Pixie Metal.”

The failed prince removed his battle jacket and an appropriate tee from his stache and swapped garments in record time. And without another word, he joined the other student, awaiting him with great anticipation.

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Follow up Fic by @cyanide-latte

A/N: I felt like I had to include the scene that I imagined in my head at the start of the event. It likely wouldn't be the full set of chapters, and probably would be expanded if this were an actual event. But I really felt like including this little snippet would help illustrate part of why Sebek and Kingsley duo in this event. Plus tbh this is the shitpost that started this whole thing to begin with. I had to included it.

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @twstinginthewind @elenauaurs @sunsmilu

@cyanide-latte @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @starry-night-rose

@oseathepebble @twstchaos @twst-the-night-away @cyn-write

[pinetree-tbb]

Everyone, meet one of Hira‘s kids (he‘s got more but she is one of his „first“)

This is Ilar another OC of mine and one I made for Hira‘s story

Since he loves kids so much he gotta have a few xD

Ilar means „Ash“ or „Dust“ in Twi‘leki

Hira (and Pipp) met her while being stationed on Ryloth, they found her and patched her up, Hira as well stitched her clothes and used part of his blacks as a patch for the bigger holes in her clothes.

I'm currently working on the story in which the two, technically three, meet :D

I will tag the people who want to know their story, just tell me if you want to be tagged, wouldn't want to leave anyone out ^w^

@huntersimp99 @vrycurious @electrikworm @eternal-transcience @the-starry-seas @aurathebardwife @fionas-frenzy

[spruceclangen]

[Image Description: A comic featuring warrior cats OCs. The first page shows a red tabby StarClan cat floating in the air. He says "My Clan died with me, but not all hope is lost." The next page shows three living cats. All three of them are beige and nearly identical, the only difference between them being their eye color and the placement of their white patches. They are looking up in wonder at the StarClan cat, who is now standing and looking down at them. He continues: "You have carried on our legacy all these years… for this, I am grateful. Now, I bring you a message from the Stars:" The final page shows one blank Clan symbol at the top, with trails of starry paw prints leading to three other blank Clan symbols. The message is: "Three will grow where one once stood, but it is up to you to plant the seeds." End Image Description.]

SpruceClan: Introduction

First (You are here) - Next

[sillysparklecare]

and thus, the update was decently sized

Added channel tabs to the chat

Added Mood and Doom from Star's Rats, Starrie, Amor Roma, Seamaes Seamaes, Ailee Eelia (AU), Coco N. Looser, Neo Fangled (Fan AU), Nea Pollie Tann (OC), and long mop

Added a little coral reef to Lake Mock Less

Added a helipad on the roof of the Hospital

Added canoes to Niceburg's port

Added some more songs that can play in CCT, Greatmist Lakes, Niceburg, and East Eroid

Added and improved ambient sounds in CCT, The Dump, Greatmist Lakes, and inside the Weird Wide Web museum

The ambient sounds can now change depending on the time of day

Updated Dr. K (Badge), Blossom Enbloom, Punko Kin (Spinch Gods), Patches Punkin (Fan AU), Sunkin Tart (OC), and the earlier volume variants of Barry, Miley, Scratch, Bec, Jandy, Pepper, and Brigh

Updated Kneevil and Barrific's morph pads to use their full names

Updated the map of Spinch that can be found in the Morph Room

Updated the Kissmas decorations for when December comes

Fixed a handful of minor errors and bugs

[shjack180]

Unusual OC Associations

Tagged by @trying-to-do-good and I'll be damned if I don't give it a go. It'll be long, but it's now for my own fun and entertainment

I have three BG3 Tav OC's: Jayce (Half-elf rogue, she/her), Veh'zul (Githyanki monk, she/her), and Nimenia (Tiefling Paladin of Selûne turned Oathbreaker, they/she)

SEASONING:

Jayce-Smoked paprika

Veh'zul-Cumin

Nimenia-Chili powder

WEATHER:

Jayce-overcast, a cold day so cloudy it's practically nighttime

Veh'zul-clear, sunny day, neither hot nor cold

Nimenia-thunderstorm, strong winds, ear splitting thunder, lightning that striking everywhere, and cutting, frigid, torrential rain

COLOR:

Jayce-midnight purple

Veh'zul-red

Nimenia-pearl white

SKY:

Jayce-moonless and cloudy night

Veh'zul-clear starry night

Nimenia-colorful, warm sunset leading into a clear night with a full moon

MAGICAL POWER:

Jayce-none inherrant but always has a potion of speak with animal on her person

Veh'zul-mage hand

Nimenia-branding smite

HOUSE PLANT:

Jayce-Snake plant

Veh'zul-Peace lily

Nimenia-Jade plant

WEAPON:

Jayce-daggers, shortsword, and crossbow, favors daggers because she can easily hide them on her person

Veh'zul-her hands are her weapon, if she has to she'll use a staff

Nimenia-great sword

SUBJECT:

Jayce-mathematics

Veh'zul-history

Nimenia-P.E.

SOCIAL MEDIA:

Jayce-chronic lurker on discord

Veh'zul-doesn't use it

Nimenia-active Reddit user

MAKEUP PRODUCT:

Jayce-eye shadow

Veh'zul-she thinks Lae'zel's war paint is nice

Nimenia-eye liner

CANDY:

Jayce-Sour Patch Kids

Veh'zul-Red Hots

Nimenia-Fireball

FEAR:

Jayce-Fire

Veh'zul-ghaikfication

Nimenia-losing more loved ones

ICE CUBE SHAPE:

Jayce-the ones shaped like canoes

Veh'zul: the soft, circle ice akin to crushed ice

Nimenia-molded orb ice

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVELING: Jayce-running, jogging, walking, girl likes to wander...I mean travel on foot

Veh'zul-on the back of a red dragon, of course

Nimenia-for the love of Selûne give them a horse!

ART STYLE:

Jayce-do chicken scratch lines count?

Veh'zul-swooping, elegant brushwork

Nimenia-the bodies of Sharrans she's struck down with her sword are her art

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE:

Jayce-Kitsune

Veh'zul-Red. Dragon!

Nimenia-Phoenix

PIECE OF STATIONERY:

Jayce-eraser

Veh'zul-calligraphy pen

Nimenia-wax seal

EMOJIS:

Jayce- >:3 :D

Veh'zul- -_-

Nimenia- >:( >:)

CELESTIAL BODY:

Jayce-sun

Veh'zul-comet

Nimenia-moon

[shadowbrightshine]

Heartbreaking exchange I just thought of between two Hatchetfield ocs.

Opal (who you've seen) and Daniela her first and only friend from Clivesdale when Dan comes to visit. This is the Starry eyed revival au (and the reformed -mostly- Lords stuck in Hatchetfield from @marvelmaniac715 s fic au as well)

For context Opal doesn't "have a birthday" but she's under age 10. Her birth parents are absolutely terrible people and she ran away and ended up homeless in Hatchetfield after hiding on a boat from Clivesdale.

Ok scrolling back up heavy heavy warnings for child abuse I should save this for a proper fic but it's too late now. Holy crap I didn't think the whole thing would fall out of me. I promise most of my ocs aren't this heavily traumatized.

It's a little rough compared to my usual handling and I may take it down if you guys are really upset by it. I usually plan out my depictions of abuse more carefully but I do think this is still acceptable for my standards.

Saying it again.

Warnings for child abuse I didn't realize how heavy this was until reading it back.

The Waylon place was slightly fuller than usual, it was still less than the full member list, but Sapphire and Zelda and Nate were here today along with the usuals.

.......

"I don't know how to dance!" She protested.

Opal paused and then grinned. "I do! Sapphire gave me lessons! Just follow my lead."

Sapphire herself, who was sitting next to Pokey on an extremely rare visit to the new revival, called out. "I did not! I've been making you stay away from my ritualistic dances."

Opal froze. "I...uh...um..." She drooped. "Yeah...I know."

Sapphire blinked. "Why'd you lie? You don't follow Pokotho." Pokotho himself was eyeing Daniela (and...Opal?) with a strange amount of distain. An...abnormally high amount of distain actually what- her train of thought was paused and resumed from before it started. "Why'd you lie?" Sapphire unknowingly repeated.

The tiny girl kicked her leg. "You and your wife are the best dancers ever so I'd be cooler that way."

She smiled at the earnest complement but pointed out. "But your friend doesn't know me. My name means nothing to her and everyone else already knows I don't let you near my practices."

Opal looked even more embarrassed and wilted under the eye of the God currently sitting in the house with her. "Oh."

Daniela broke out of her semi stupor. "Hey! We promised not to lie to each other!"

Opal became even smaller. "I-I oh no...I forgot." She said in horror. "I forgot about our promise! I'm so sorry!!" Tears formed in her eyes.

Daniela quickly hugged her. "No no it's ok! Really, I thought you were dead anyways so it's like all our promises reset. We just have to make a new one. I forgive you."

"Really?" She sniffed.

"Yeah, really." The girls dried Opal's eyes together and nodded. They put an arm on each other's shoulders.

"Promise!!!" They both headbutted each other and fell on the ground with cries of pain. The other members of the group looked at them. Tim set down Webby's butterfly plushie and the patch he was sewing onto it.

"Uh... why did you do that?" Tim asked, a little concerned and glancing around to make sure Reed wasn't there to fawn over his adoptive daughter. Now wasn't the time.

Opal held her head. "When you break a promise you hurt yourself too."

Daniela nodded. "Opal taught me it. It's like an extra important promise."

Tim felt uneasy about those words. The sentiment itself was fine, in fact it was strangely mature for her age. Something else was off. "Opal, who taught you to hurt yourself for promises?" It shouldn't have been so worrying, and his wording might be too assumptive...But Tim's new sense of people that was developing alongside his involvement with Wiggly told him this wasn't good.

Opal scratched at the spot on her arm that raised alarm bells for everyone else. Otto quietly scooted closer, trying not to let his hoof skin hybrid feet make too much noise. "When Mother-" Otto tensed. "Made me promise things she'd hit me. Because if I broke my promise she'd make it hurt ten times worse." She sounded so normal about it.

Daniela nodded, she clearly didn't like her friend being hit. "When we became friends we wanted to change it."

Opal nodded emphatically. "I would Never hit Daniela! Never ever, not once!" She paused. "Except the ones where you go bap." She very lightly tapped her own arm. "Those are ok."

"Or head patting!" Daniela started the gesture on Opal but she flinched and made a pained noise. "What happened? I didn't do it hard!"

"You hit the sore part."

"Sorry!!"

"I forgive you."

"Ok!"

Otto spoke up. "Opal, mom's aren't allowed to hit people for breaking promises."

"They can't hit you for that either?" Opal asked cluelessly. "How many things did she do that are illegal?" This set something off in her friend.

Daniela, who clearly had been holding something back for some time blurted out. "Everything they did was illegal! You ate dog food and lived where your dog pooped and peed and didn't go to school! That's bad! It's really really bad! No one else had that happen!" Most of the kids that hadn't stuck out when the heavy conversation started flinched.

Sapphire made a mental note to buy Reed some wine and groceries. He was doing God's work for that girl. (Also Noelle needed food and it was her turn to help pay anyways). Otto moved away from them, trying to process the statement.

Opal was shocked. "Wait...no one? I thought it was normal for Cli-" she caught herself. "For people back at my old home. I thought Hatchetfield was just special."

"What the fuck..." River whispered, horrified at the idea of a mother doing anything other than spoil her kids. They were working on him but he had a right to be terrified this time.

The slightly older girl continued. "No, it's weird and very bad. That's why I told you to live with me instead. Why didn't you? I waited for so long and you never came back..." Daniela's eyes got watery and she asked quietly. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

Opal sat on the floor and dug her nails into the spot on her arm. "..." She swallowed. "Old dad found out I'd left to visit you at school, and told me if I didnt tell him who you were he'd make me." She stared at one of the deep scars on her pointer finger.

"He wanted to make you disappear so I disappeared instead and ran out of the house, and kept running and running and I hid on the boat. I wasn't making myself invisible for most of the run, so I was scared he'd find me and follow me." Opal looked her best friend in the eye, voice quiet. "He was gonna hit you until you died and leave you in the basement with me forever. He told me so."

Daniela was speechless.

"I wanted to say goodbye!" Opal was crying now. "I really really wanted to but I was so scared! I didn't want you down there with me! You live in the sunlight and I live in the basement and that's how it is and if you're in the basement too than everything is wrong."

She sniffed and her eyes glazed over. "If you're dead we can't play games anymore. Old dad said he won't feed us until we eat you instead and I don't want to eat people! Sprinkles is a good dog and she'd never do that, so I'd have to do it so she could get food again and I don't want to do it!" Opal covered her face. "I don't want to!"

There was a heavy silence. Daniela crawled over to the sobbing child. "You don't gotta. See? I'm alive right here. I've never been in the basement before. See? This is the cool clubhouse you told me about."

Opal didn't answer, grabbing her and hugging her as tightly as she could. The room erupted into movement. Some people running over to comfort Opal, some running out to throw up or just get away, and Otto was grabbing River by the arm to fire up his golf cart and go find Reed in town. Tim started praying to God. Both of them, though he didn't realize Wiggly was able to hear all his prayers.

Pokotho didn't look upset at all. Sapphire stopped noticing that and leaned over to touch Trent's arm. "You should go upstairs for a bit, ok?" He nodded mutely and headed for the stairs. Daniela stared down the others with a protective gaze and they stopped coming closer.

Daniela held onto Opal. "It's ok. You were super awesome. You saved me and I'm not ever gonna be mad about it ever again. I forgive you times a million gazillion. We can dance tomorrow ok? I'm gonna be here for two whole weeks so it's all ok now."

"I don't wanna see you die..."

"You won't! I'm gonna live as long as you do! Best friends die at the same time. I read about it in Dad's book, it said if you love someone enough you'll die with them and I love you so much!"

"Really?"

"I think so! So that means we just have to not die and we can be best friends forever, but for real! Friends are forever."

"Friends are forever." Opal repeated quietly, relaxing. "And ever, and ever, and ever."

"Mhm. See? You're parents didn't do anything different after you left. They don't care you're gone so they're not gonna look for you. You're safe now."

That soothed Opal more than anything previously. "You're safe too. Just forget me at home so we don't get in trouble ok?"

Daniela argued indignantly. "I'm not gonna forget my best friend! I'll just not talk about you at school."

"...Ok..." She looked drained and was getting limper in her friends arms by the second. "Promise you're not mad at me anymore? I don't wanna be mad..."

"Promise. I promise with a super hard headbutt that I am always gonna be your best friend and that I'm not mad at you for running away anymore."

Opal smiled. "I promise it back too."

Daniela lightly tapped both of them and her friend fell asleep on the floor as she usually did.

........

Ok I originally intended this scene to be briefer and then go into Pokotho explaining he didn't like Opal because he'd already made the mistake of using her in an apotheosis once and never again but uh.

Nope I'm leaving it here. Holy crap.

[trashyocstash]

finally, i'm starting the 70s ocs story. though we won't see julie, mark and vivian just yet. this is a prologue about machine and his parents.

Nicaragua

1947

Deep in the jungle lay a small village, with houses made of wood topped with clay tile roofs, all connected with a dirt path. Clothes hung on lines, drying out as the sun was starting to set over the quiet community.

This prompted one of the villagers, a man named Eduardo to finish farming for the day and head inside. 

There, he was greeted by his wife Sofía and their son, who was only a few months old. He smiled and kissed them both, “All the work is done for today mi querida. How is the little one?”

Sofía smiled warmly, “He's doing well, he just woke up from a nap.”

Eduardo tickled his chin, making the baby giggle happily.

Their family was new, with the couple only having married a year prior, Sofía had given a gift to their local saint, she hoped that said saint would, in turn, bless her with a husband, and she got her wish in Eduardo. The two longed to have a happy life together, surrounded by love and warmth.

Things weren't the best, the Somoza family reigned over the country, they lived in poverty and didn't have the best access to education.

But the bright hope of it all was love, love for each other, their parents, siblings and their infant son.

They lived with Sofía's parents, who had already fallen asleep, and she had taken to making sure her baby was looked after in the meantime.

He let out a yawn, and Sofía smiled as she went to put him to bed.

Just as she went to do so however, screams emanated from the other villagers. Sofía and Eduardo looked outside as their son began to cry from the loud noises. She soothed him as best she could when Eduardo spotted what had caused the commotion.

Strange creatures emerged from flying saucers, patches of their skin glowing in the night sky and tentacles sprouting from their bodies. They had pitch black eyes which only helped make them appear more intimidating.

“Solo mate sos!” He uttered in shock.

Just as he said that, one of them locked eyes with him, causing him to flinch.

The creature looked down at the baby, instantly causing Eduardo to cover him up with his hands.

But it was too late, the baby had already caught the creature's interest, who went inside the home. It snatched the baby from Sofía’s hands, causing Eduardo to become angered and punch it in its face. He tried taking his son back, struggling to remove him from the creature's grasp, but this only angered it.

It used one of its tentacles to knock Eduardo down, making Sofía cry out in shock and worry. She went over to him and checked to see if he was okay.

The creature left with the baby, as Sofía helped Eduardo up. He groaned in pain, “We have to get him back…we can't let those…things…take him away..”

She pointed to the creature, who made its way over to the others and showed off the baby, “Look! There they are! We need to make chase!”

Despite the pain, Eduardo wasn't going to let his son be stolen from him and he and Sofía ran off, following the creatures as they headed inside their ships with the baby.

Their son wailed, in tears at being separated from his parents as the creatures ignored him.

Sofía and Eduardo called out to them.

“Give us our son back!”

“Let him go!”

“He is not yours to take!”

But their yells, like the baby, went ignored.

The creatures all went inside, and the ship's doors closed before they took off, disappearing into the starry sky.

The parents fell to the ground and broke down in tears. They held each other, and comforted each other as they looked at the stars.

Part of the happiness and love they'd gained was gone, they knew more children would eventually come, but nothing could repair the hole left in their heart, no new child could replace the son they had lost.

Sofía clasped her hands together and said a prayer through her tears, “Saint Anthony of Padua, hear my prayer. Please bring our son back to us, let him return home someday. Until then…please…keep him safe. Please keep our son safe.”

[rubysundaey]

burst of energy

(If you like this artwork, please consider reblogging!!! /nf)

[renai-fr]

2023 Smaugust Art List

So, because I couldn't find an official list, some friends and I all made our own lists to use! I'd be really happy to see if anybody else wanted to use this, but I'm also gonna acknowledge that it's being posted thirty minutes to midnight (PDT) on the third, so the first few prompts are deliberately easy for catchup reasons.

Asleep

Flying

An Old Dragon OC

Treasure

Fanart Dragon

Medieval

Sports

Dragons Are Cats: Exhibit A

Fluffy

Mechanics

Om Nom Time

Long Story

A (non-dragon) character as a dragon

Pet

Phantom

Futuristic

Muddy

Scared

Shedding Season

Baby!

Books

Legendary

Trouble

Digital

In the Shadows

Family

All Patched Up

Starry

Battle

Cauldron

Free Space- you did it! Draw whatever the heck you want!

I'll be posting stuff soon! Just figured I should share the list first.

[cryptidjudgesthings]

As I much as I'm glad Ranboo is changing for the better persona wise his brand is. All over the place and unapologetically generic especially by vtuber standards. The half and half enderman is far more unique and recognizable and there's still a huge chunk of his fan base not aware of the change. Apparently.

There is nothing wrong with his brand aesthetic they have now. But I can name two over people from the DSMP with that that fit that aesthetic, and another origins smp member who had that same away with similar colors. It's not unique and I've seen this brand aesthetic over and over and over again. It's nothing special and the quirky add ones don't. Change that. Doesn't add shit.

It's. Just. Basic. It doesn't tell shit about them beyond they again have mainstream taste by v tuber standards.

Character design, especially vtuber character design visually should tell what up with a character. His. Doesn't. Pastel twink who looks likes they're from boyfriends. That's it. It doesn't give digital as much as it give... Twinky race car driver. Which. Isn't what he's going for. At all. But it comes across that way.

I like them as a person and I'm proud of them coming out and trying to be more of themselves than a people pleaser and a uh door mat. But in all honesty I don't think they've changed much beyond they are visually trying to get away from Minecraft and C!Ranboo as much as possible.

If I were to steal their body one of the first things I'd do I iron out the wrinkles in their aesthetic and actually work to have coherent aesthetic instead of nonsense that only happened to be the same colors I like and find new focal points to work with. The jacket is cool, but the patches themselves don't really tell much of anything of who they are as person and or actually clash with the starry space aesthetic minus the colors. They random and more effort could have gone in to make them aesthetically match.

I think one thing they could have done since they want to be so hell bent on space, horror and crowns is I don't know... Actually keep the enderman aesthetic and "reclaim" Ranboo for himself, turn him into a space cryptid prince with no ties to the dsmp or the concept of "enderman". Which is easy, considering enderman have no actual canonically appearance between tall block person.

It's not hard to have your cake and eat it too, I just feel Ranboo barely scratching the surface and still hasn't changed: he's playing it safe when there's SO much more he could be doing with the key words "cryptid, space, horror, crown" which summarizes his brand pretty well.

Half tempted to Steal c!Ranboo and "fix" him to demonstrate. Just a little kidnapping of an OC to just. Give him a make over. Fashion upgrade. Nothing malicious. But like. Eh.

ALSO COSMIC GORE IS A THING???? you don't have to go extreme, but like bones are very common, and with some tweaks some like chrome bone items could be amazing????????? Hello? I just. Need to desect and rebuild his brand. It's bugging me. I like the colors and the ideas but he's under utilizing all of them and it's ANNOYING.

Edit: fixed some crucial spelling errorb

Ranboo be like yeah I have a very distinct brand with a recognizable minecraft skin. Better change that to a generic pastel twink and lose all individuality

[tixdixl]

11/14 for anyone?

Thank you for the ask!!

Talent: What is your twst OC's talent(s) and who can properly appreciate that?

Kingsley actually is a bit more adept at picking up and learning other languages. This is appreciated by Rook, as well as @cyanide-latte 's Xinyi and Renqiao.

Oisín is incredibly skilled at hiding in plain sight. This is appreciated heavily by Lilia, both pre and during NRC days.

Hobby: What are your twst OC's hobbies? Who among the cast will they possibly ask to join in their pastime?

René is a dancer, largely hidden from most folks until such time as they OB. Prior to OBing, only Vil and Rook really knew that they do. René takes classes with Vil regularly, so there was no way that she wouldn't have known. And René is also one of Rook's prey. There was no way he would have known either.

I kind of headcanoned that René would lead the SDC Troupe their Junior year, the year where Vil and Rook are doing their internships. And at that point, it's no longer a secret. Anyone who auditions or makes the team would know that it's one of their biggest passions.

Aside from cooking, Emil is very interested in herbalism and tends to a little patch of garden in the greenhouses/temperate bio zone. He grows lots of things there, including things not naturally occurring in Sage's Island. This is well known within the Science Club, since Emil ends up joining it.

He also is into embroidery, tatting, mending, and sewing, which are skills known and appreciated by the Pomefiore boys, Ruggie, Trey, and even Jamil and Jade who have both asked favors of him.

Prompt

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @elenauaurs @inmateofthemind @rainesol @thehollowwriter

@cyanide-latte @blithesharem @theleechyskrunkly @boopshoops @starry-night-rose

Lmk if you want added/removed

[astrxealis]

also i made icons :]

[leopardsealz-remaking]

going to pause the horse talk for a sec, bc of u know what im gonna take a break from f.naf. i mean my interest in it has been v low lately to begin with but this has kicked it even lower ngl