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hc. snf. i miss my friends... my friemn d s...

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Vent art

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posting these separate because i like them- art from my new About Me post of me with my favorite sillies, and my new header image 💖

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RAAAAAAAAAAAHH YELLS LOUDLY

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

prid Mont h

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your snot is pink with glitter no you are not

hey guys lovesick hit me hard. dont worry im better trust.

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things that I, a Wildberry fan, hope to see in the Awakened Hollyberry/Eternal Sugar update next month:

his presence. deadass. I just want him there. none of this list could happen but if he's there, I'm content

new sprite(s), either really happy or really sad/hurt. we've seen the other beasts hit where it hurts with the other ancients, not above targeting/hurting the ones they care about and love (and definitely not above direct violence), so there is a lot of potential for new sprites for him (and also for Hollyberry ofc). he already has a good amount, but the more the merrier I say

more dialogue abt him being raised by Hollyberry/him being her adoptive son. I think about her significance in his life constantly, and I really want a canon story touching on their feelings about that in more detail, especially from Hollyberry. it's genuinely so interesting and the only thing we know about it is Wildberry's brief explanation of it in Cookie Odyssey. PLEASE

combining these last two points - Wildberry getting severely injured/kidnapped by Eternal Sugar or some equivalent. it would be a direct hit to Hollyberry herself given his status as her bodyguard AND as someone she has raised since he was a kid. directly taking/hurting someone so important to her, someone who has always protected her when she once did the same for him and she can't do anything about it. and it's one of the things spurring her to not only keep fighting, to keep living, but also reach her Awakened form. please devsis PLEASE

banter with Pitaya Dragon. I really hope they also go to Beast Yeast (considering their presence in that one cutscene at the end of the Crispia storyline + their new alliance with Hollyberry, I think it's very possible), and I want them and Wildberry to argue constantly!!! it always made me laugh in the Dragon City update. give me a part 2 of that

more dialogue about him being raised by Hollyberry < / 3

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I noticed that Mud's fingernails are black. Now this is probably because he's all rotten and gross, but here's my counter argument:

❤

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hey moon i hope everything is okay, i love your style it's very cute and very beautiful, and your OCs are very creative and charismatic, and you too i've been following since 2023 (along with other moots)

aaaaa!!! someone from 2023!!! hugs you extremely tightly

hwmheheeh thank you!!!

oh no oops

sorry (◞‸◟ㆀ)

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happy lesbians 😊😊😊😊😊

kill her

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my half of a trade with @littlewhiterabbitb, putting under a Mature label and read-more due to contents.

so just so nobody's in the dark about this, this post does contain soft vore, however it's meant to be explicitly non-suggestive, just kinda silly/emotional/just in general strange Fake Peppino shenanigans. buuut i've warned you so, if you click on it and don't like what you see, that's your own fault bucko 👆

and a bit of context: Goo-seppe (littlewhiterabbitb's AU Fake Peppino) goes into a kind of "sentinel" mode at night, trying to ward off and even attack potential intruders. and unfortunately Fakey unknowingly runs into him like this.... and tries to calm his new friend in a very "Fakey" way. (the white dialogue at the top is also meant to be a kinda way to show Fakey's thoughts, just to provide a bit of context how he feels.)

(don't worry they're both gonna be fine... in the morning they'll have a chance to recover and talk through things. ✨)

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i barely know anything about ENA but people have been making their lil sonas

how joyous, it's my turn

I'm gona try to do one of those lil showcase videos people do it's so cool

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doodles 2

shadow guys

@cutechan555 @bvadmin @alextydaisuda123

sonas and OCs

@mattplatonic @chaotichyperfixations @clownputer-real @nessaprower2000 @eldrtichbatlady @fabi265 @therotstick @sacasone @brulos-bedtime

@paras1t1c-squ1dd @mrfellsans @luigigirl12

@misdreavusplush @moon9931 @onionstree

pixel edit

@brunofakepeppino1745

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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

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Buy your own Alice action figure in the closest toy store you know!✨

This art was made pretty much out of spite of a trend on Instagram where people posted their AI "art" of various people if they were action figures. Thing that even my mom is participating in :(

In short: support real artists, pick a pencil if you want to make art, hell, even shitty stickmen made on a math notebook are more dignified than this slop, and fuck AI art. Period.

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I love Peppino btw 🥺

Translation: literally his most genuine smile in the entire game

🥴

Translation: he fucking smashed the whole tower brick by brick and calmed down

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⚠️tw: abuse, murder, sa implacation, overall not good stuff⚠️

wanted to write a little story thats basically branch's backstory. its quite graphic so beware!!!!

The apartment was quiet that afternoon.

Too quiet.

The kind of quiet that settles in old walls and waits, holding its breath. The kind that comes after years of screaming—when the air itself is tired of hearing.

Branch stepped inside. Or at least, Branch back then.

Ellsworth.

He didn’t talk much in those days. Didn’t see the point.

He set his key down and stood in the kitchen, staring at the floor. The linoleum was still stained from where his father had dropped a bottle last week—whiskey and blood. He hadn’t cleaned it. He never did.

Branch just stared. That red blotch hadn’t dried right.

From the living room, the TV mumbled low. Then came the cough. The grunt. The shifting of weight in that sunken armchair.

And then, the voice.

"That you, boy?"

No answer.

“Don’t fuckin’ ignore me.”

Still nothing.

“You come in this house and act like you pay the goddamn bills? Like I’m not giving your dumbass a home?”

A pause. Heavy footsteps. The sound of a belt shifting.

He came into the kitchen, drunk like always. His breath hit the air like poison. He didn’t look surprised to see his son—just annoyed. Disgusted. As per usual.

“You ever think about cuttin’ that damn hair?” he muttered, grabbing the fridge handle. “You look like her.”

Branch didn’t flinch. Just watched.

“She cried, y’know,” he said, pulling out a beer. “When she saw your ass for the first time. Didn’t wanna raise no pussy, but look how that turned out.”

He cracked the can open and took a swig.

Branch didn’t move.

“Say somethin’. C’mon.”

Nothing.

That old rage sparked in his father’s eyes. “You got a tongue in that mouth or just tears?”

Still, Branch said nothing.

He snapped. “Answer me, you little bitch!”

He swung.

But this time—this time—Branch stepped back.

No flinch. No tears. Just movement.

And then came the knife.

Branch grabbed it from the counter—no hesitation.

And when he lunged forward, he didn’t make a sound.

Not until the knife went to his father’s stomach.

It wasn’t a word.

It wasn’t a cry for help.

It was everything.

Years of bruises and silence and fear ripped out of his throat all at once as he drove the knife into him again and again and again.

One, two, three, four, five.

His father tried to shove him off. Clawed at him.

Six, seven, eight, nine.

Branch didn’t stop until the man was on the floor, soaked, choking, twitching. Until he stayed there.

Until he was gone.

The trial didn’t go how it should’ve.

They said it wasn’t self-defense. Said there was no immediate threat. No weapon in the old man’s hands.

Just a drunk.

Just a deadbeat.

But he was unarmed.

Branch didn’t speak a word in court.

Didn’t defend himself. Didn’t cry.

They shaved his head the day he was sentenced. Took whatever he had left.

Prison hit him like a brick wall. And it didn’t stop hitting.

He was small. Quiet. Easy.

They tore into him for years.

Beat him. Tormented him. Touched him.

He stopped counting the nights he didn’t sleep.

Time passed in concrete grays. He forgot the days. Forgot the light. Forgot how to breathe unless someone told him to.

They gave him a name in there.

Not Ellsworth. Not Junior.

Just Branch.

And when he finally got out, years later, he kept it.

Because it wasn’t his father’s.

Because it didn’t sound weak.

Because it didn’t belong to anybody else.

It just felt right. 

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a lovely lesson for today, a showcase of how Fakey likes to "play" with his friends! his methods of playing are a bit different than most are used to...

playing can either start with Fake politely asking to "play", or, you might just simply feel something stalking you nearby... either way, he'll take to the shadows, hiding just out of sight no matter where you look. the only sign he's there will be some creeping sounds, and perhaps the sounds of quiet giggling...

but, when you least expect it... Fake will leap out, and begin a chase! running away is recommended, because otherwise he'll just sit there wondering why you're not running... and that's no fun, is it? he'll keep chasing for a good minute, even though he can easily catch up he'll keep juuust behind, wouldn't want the game to end too quickly now!

eventually though you'll be caught... it is inevitable, do not resist it. trying to fight back will make him just hold onto you even tighter.

but... congratulations! you have now been played with!! enjoy the rest of your day! ✨✨