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[valley-o]

Rules: put your 4 favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe then tag 4 people

tagged by @rotting-guy :D

tagging the wondrous Whoever Wants To and also @aceofstars121 @fightingtrim @castallurspells @its-me-ej @ sev ive forgotten your username but you're here. doom reference. ok i checked and i know now @runningfromevil-mp3

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

mfdm's OCs

a place for me to compile all the fics, asks, and other blurbs about my OCs

HCs and General Asks

Clothing HCs for Ilani and Rowan

More Clothing HCs for Ilani

Internal Life of Ilani HCs

Suffering with Ilani

Internal Life with Ilani, Rowan, & Creed

Internal Life + Clothing HCs for Creed

General Introductions for Creed, Drifter, Seg, Static, and Flare

NSFW HCs for Static and Drifter

NSFW HCs for Creed, Drifter, and Static

Internal Life with Ilani and Creed

Ilani HCs

More Ilani HCs

Ilani/Creed HCs here, here

Games

OC x Canon Ship Game: Ilani x Rex / Ilani x Hunter || CodyWan x Ilani || Ilani x Fives || Ilani x Wolffe || Rowan x Mayday || Mei x Fives || Ilani x Alpha-17 || Ilani x Kit Fisto || Ilani x Hardcase || Rowan x Kix

OC x OC Ship Game: [my answers!] Ilani x Mayreen || Mei x Helena || Flare x Starla || Tal & Spitfire || Rowan & Voodoo || Aspen & Amea || Rowan & Hector || Rowan x Kanna [friends' answers!] Mei x Corkscrew || Rowan & Nina || Mei x Spitfire || Rowan & Benny and Val || Ilani x 80 and Ilani & Cal

OC Assumptions: Rowan and Creed (one post)

Fics, Requests, and Drabbles

Favors and Promises - Capt Drifter 🔥📝 717 | f!reader | Smut prompt: "I'll take good care of you, I promise."

Lazy Morning - Rowan 💐📝 699 | gn!reader | Affection prompt: the way their hair looks in the morning

Beg - Mei Desyk x Thalia Starhope (@sev-on-kamino) 🔥📝 438 | f!OC x f!OC | Smut prompt: "I want to hear you beg."

Broken Rules - Cmdr Creed 💐📝 887 | gn!reader | First kiss prompt: taller gripping shorter's chin

OC Introduction: Mei Desyk SFW and NSFW Alphabets

[cocktailexplosif]

Cocktail Explosif tag index

Post type

• text

• gif

• photo

• video

H*rny tags

Kinks & pratiques

• hands > hand kink

• bd/sm > bdsm

• daddy or 🤑 > daddy kink

• necklace > choking kink

• 🙏 > praise kink

Accessories

• degradation > degradation kink

• 🚬 > smoking kink

• 🤚💥 > spanking

• ⛓ > bound

• ropes > shibari

• on the edge > edging

• obey > training

• grind > grinding

• keep it warm > cockwarming

• trinity > threesome

• gb > gangbang

• lingerie

• 📳 > toys

• leash

• collar

• cuffs

• 🏏 > paddle / slapper

• 🦯 > riding crop / caning

Positions, etc.

• regular > missionary

• all fours > doggy

• riding > cowgirl

• backdoor man or 🚪 > anal

• rough or 🌶 > fucking

• ✌ > fingering

• 🥳 > sucking

• 👅 > licking

• 🤲 > facial

Other

• love or 💕 > love making

• pet names or 🐶 > pet names

• dirty t > dirty talk

• release or ✨ > orgasm

• 🍰 > creampie

• 🥞 > manhandling

Reference tags

• 💪 > arms

• Tony

• LPS

• RRR

• TVR

• Bionic

• SIM

• Roi Démon

• mega couple

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• Aspen

• Bill

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• lost count

• s1

• s2

• s3

[casspurrjoybell-25]

The Healer of Shakkara - Book One

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 21 - Zenir's Faith - Part 1

Dueling emotions waged war in Galen's breast.

The clouds that had drizzled rain over the Pinedark cleared away to reveal an azure sky and the air he breathed was sweet and fresh.

The woods in which he walked were light and colorful... birch with white bark striped with black and aspen with leaves like gold coins that made a sound like water in the wind.

Birds sang and the sun glinted in a rain-washed sky.

It was heavenly, yet Galen felt the pine-gloom had followed him as a heavy darkness in his heart.

He looked to his companions and saw his feeling mirrored on their faces.

They were now one fewer in number and what should have been a time of joyous relief was instead one of sorrow.

A thread of guilt wormed its way through his thoughts and he crushed it angrily.

He had no right to feel guilty... he hadn't asked to be kidnapped and brought to a forest full of monsters and he hadn't asked to be this 'P'Yrha' thing, either.

Iksthanis's choices had been his own.

If anyone should feel guilty, it was Sev but Galen had no idea what the tall, pale man was feeling.

His face was impassive and devoid of emotion and like the others, he had not spoken a word since they left the chasm and the Pinedark behind.

Yet Galen knew his lack of expression did not mean he felt nothing... Zenír's face, too, was blank and it was clear he felt Iksthanis's loss more keenly than anyone.

Galen wondered if they had been lovers or merely shared the love of friends but now was not the time to ask.

They had left the Pinedark in the late morning and though weary with exertion and sorrow and weak with the aftermath of fear... Sev and Rea had convinced them to keep going and to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the pines.

Galen had thought it impossible and that he would soon collapse from fatigue but he kept walking, though his mind went dull and blank.

Soon his sense of the world darkened and collapsed, until he saw nothing but the ground at his feet, felt nothing but the pain in his body... a dull, pervasive ache and heard nothing but a steady, quiet rushing in his ears.

"Galen."

He startled as Sev stepped in front of him and held his shoulders, forcing him to stop.

"What?" Galen asked but his lips failed to move.

"I've been calling you. Did you not hear?"

He shook his head but again was unsure he succeeded.

"Galen?" Sev's brows pinched with concern and Galen realized he had failed to make any reply at all. "

Come, this way," Sev said, turning him around and leading him back through the trees.

"We've come far enough for today and found a good place to camp."

Ahead, Galen saw a small, clear alpine lake with shores of smooth stone.

The other already rested on a broad, flat ledge beside the water, shedding their gear and unlacing their boots.

Joining them, Galen's legs buckled and he half fell and half sat at Behn's side.

"All right, Gale?" Behn asked.

His face was red and sweaty and he winced as he pulled a boot off a swollen and blistered foot.

His ankle was bruised a mottled purple and it looked as if he'd sprained it at some point.

Driven by some reflexive instinct, Galen reached for it but Sev, who had crouched at his side, held him back.

"I can help," Galen mumbled, managing to speak at last.

"Maybe later," said Sev.

"Everyone has blisters, bruises and scrapes. Including you."

He brushed some dark curls, crusted with blood, away from a cut on Galen's brow, caused by a stick or a stone somewhere along the way.

"You're in no condition to help anyone but yourself. You're dehydrated and near exhaustion and you're not alone in that."

Raising his voice, he addressed the group at large.

"We have several hours of daylight left. I want everyone to rest. Sleep, take your fill of water, bathe, eat what food we have on hand. At eventide we will make a proper camp, build a fire, cook a meal. Then, in the morning, when we are rested and fed, we will remember our friend."

No one argued and for some time afterward, no one spoke again.

The lake was clean and clear, fed by little streams running down from the mountains' slopes.

They designated an area at the lower end, where the lake drained into a small river, for bathing and gathered water for cooking and drinking from the upper side.

After quenching his thirst, Galen lay down in a flat, sandy place, his body so glad of rest he might as well have lain on a feather bed and slipped into a dreamless state.

Sev roused him near sunset and he saw the others had a fire going with Behn's pot over it, though Behn himself still dozed.

"Can you stand?" Sev asked, extending his hand to help Galen up.

Still a little dazed, Galen ignored the offer and got to his feet, then nearly fell.

Sev steadied him, slipping an arm around his back.

"Let's get some food in you. It should be just about ready."

Galen briefly considered resisting but found he lacked the strength.

Sev guided him towards the fire, where Obi, Rea and Triss had built a ring of stones to contain a bright blaze and gathered several logs and large flat rocks to serve as benches and seats.

Galen sat on a log-bench and Sev sat at his side... Obi served them each a small bowl of mixed rice and beans, seasoned with salt and dried herbs.

"Nothing fancy, I'm afraid," he said quietly.

"But filling."

Galen lifted a heaping spoonful towards his mouth but Obi stopped him.

"It's hot," he said, apologetically.

"Eat slowly. There's plenty to be had."

Galen obeyed and blew carefully on the spoon before conveying it to his mouth.

Obi was right... it was plain fare but it didn't matter.

It was delicious and Galen's bowl was empty before he knew it.

"You're sure there's enough?" Galen asked, as Obi served him a second helping.

Obi nodded.

His blond beard and curling hair were clean and his hands free of grime, the bitten one wrapped in a fresh bandage.

It seemed the others had washed already and Galen looked self-consciously at his own dirt-encrusted nails.

"I made plenty," Obi said.

"Enough for everyone to have three bowls. And..."

He looked away and bit his lip, his eyes slightly red.

"Well, I made enough for everyone."

It took Galen a moment to realize that he meant he'd made Iksthanis's portion, too.

"Where is Zenír?" Sev asked in an undertone.

"Has he eaten?"

Obi shook his head.

"He's bathing."

Sev rose but Obi rested a hand on his shoulder and kept him in his seat.

"Triss is keeping an eye on him," he said.

"He's... Well, he's not 'fine' but he's well enough, for the moment. You can't watch out for all of us all the time, Sev. You need to take care of yourself, too."

A dark expression flickered across Sevhalim's pale features and he looked away.

"It is a leader's duty to protect those who follow him," he said.

"I should have made Iksthanis go first. The log-bridge would have held him and if the rest of us had taken care..."

"You're wrong."

Everyone looked up as Zenír joined them, his hair damp with water and his face scrubbed clean.

He took a deep breath before continuing and spoke in Sev's direction.

Most of the men sported several weeks' growth of beard by now but Zenir's face remained smooth and hairless, as did Galen's.

Pyrran men and women seldom grew body hair and Galen wondered if he and Zenír might have that ancestry in common.

"'Thanis weighed the odds," Zenír said.

"And he acted in the interest of everyone. He made the right choice. And... he isn't dead."

"Zenír..." Sev rose, his expression stricken but the other man continued.

"No... listen to me, Sev. I glimpsed his fate, once...'Thanis' and mine. It was not this. I told him of it, for it was not a bad end and it gave me hope that someday we would deserve such happiness. I think he acted as he did because he believed me. He said as much."

"Zen..." Sev's eyes shone with tears and his voice wavered but Zenír drew himself up, straight and strong.

"Do not pity me, Sevhalim," he said quietly.

"I do not cling to a false hope, nor has grief broken my mind. I have doubted myself too long and now, at this strange hour, I find faith. Iksthanis lives. If I am wrong, let time prove it. In the meanwhile, I shall not mourn what I have not lost."

Sevhalim stared at him a moment and Galen read a panoply of emotion in his face but at last, he took Zenír's hand in his and guided him to sit at his side on the bench-like log.

"Very well," he said.

"We both know well enough that fates may change, as dust is blown about on the wind but if you believe Iksthanis lives, Zen... I will believe it, too."

Zenír nodded and accepted a bowl of food.

[boundtobetragic]

✘ Iron Heart ✘

Before the dead first walked this earth, I was many things that I am no longer. Once honest and humble, turned deceitful and boastful. Echoes of my charismatic personality remained, but a tough cold exterior had been built over the many years of fighting to survive this new world. Many lives lost on the way, most faces I can’t even picture in my head without seeing the dead ripping them to fleshy shreds. I could still hear the faint screams as they got eaten alive, like they’re still feet away from me. The weak and vulnerable ones quickly became zombie bait in this fucked up thing we call life, while the assholes like me would live til the very fuckin’ end. That’s how life has always worked though, huh? The good ones die young, they say.

Tucked away in the rich forests of the Southern Rockies was The Iron Heart compound. Acres and acres of fenced in land with panoramic views of the Rockies while the compound sat directly in the middle of it all. We had gardens and livestock, all kept free from the disease of that outside world. There were about 50 of us now. All different walks of life, even elders and children, but they were protected by what we called the front-liners. The front-liners were myself and other men and women that would leave the compound to walk and fight amongst the dead, sometimes even the living. We’d go out on supply runs, cautiously explore other territories within a certain range and anything that involved the outside world was on us. The rest would stay back and perform the daily chores that were in place to keep the structure and schedule amongst the community as strong as ever. What we had here, was something many of us would die to protect and defend. Including myself.

Today started off like any other supply run day, except storm season was officially upon us and the abundance of dark clouds rolling in proved such.  A small group of front-liners piled into the back of my black lifted 1978 Ford F-150, while Joshua sat in the passenger seat and I drove. The route today wasn’t more than about ten miles out, however, the area it was in had become more and more filled with the infected as the harsher temperatures pushed them inward. But we needed supplies from a local pharmacy, and it often proved therapeutic to clear out a bunch of them dead fucks anyway, so onward through the gates of Iron Heart we went. 

The cassette player in the truck was still barely holding on, meaning options were limited, but I did enjoy playing us some Black Sabbath - Into The Void - as we cruised those ten miles out to the streets of what used to be Aspen, Colorado. 

♫ Through the universe, the engines whine Could it be the end of man and time? Back on earth, the flame of life burns low Everywhere is misery and woe Pollution kills the air, the land and sea Man prepares to meet his destiny, yeahhhh! ♫

Cranking the steering wheel just slightly to the right to hit a stray zombie that scooted along the side of the road, a loud plethora of groans commences when the guts are sent upward and all over the group in the back of the truck. Reaching back with my idle hand to open up the small window that separated us so I could yell out at them.

“Oh quit your whining, you pansies! There’s more of that coming up shortly. Get ya asses ready.”

♫ Earth remains in worry, hate, and fear With the hateful battles raging on Rockets flying to the glowing sun Through the empires of eternal void Freedom from the final suicide. ♫

As we approached the destination of the pharmacy, we’re stunned by the lack of infected out today. There was an eerie silence that invaded the town, one that instantly didn’t feel right as we piled out of the truck and began to search and clear the area before we entered the establishment.

“Clear!”

“Clear!”

“All clear!”

And clear, it seemed to be.

Whatever was left in the pharmacy was ours and we’d pack up as much of it as we could. Typically, we weren’t so greedy and would only take what was needed, but after several towns nearby had been ran-sacked within the last few weeks from different groups coming through, we weren’t taking many chances as of late. 

“Alright, let’s get this shit in the truck so we can get the fuck out of here.” I announce to the group before everyone went in their own direction to pack up anything and everything we could.

Prescriptions, supplements, first aid & wound care, toothpaste, women’s and men’s deodorant, etc etc..  It was all stuffed into duffel bags and loaded up in the truck parked right outside. 

All had gone as expected thus far, but in this world, you never knew what horrors were lingering just beyond the corner. Along with swift feet, you had to be swift minded as well. 

Deciding to tag along with Joshua to clear the back alley of the pharmacy before we headed out, my heavy HD 125 crossbow aimed and ready as he slowly opened the backdoor and pushed his way outside into something neither one of us could expect. 

An inactive horde of infected littered the streets of the back alley, all breathing low in tandem before Josh mistakenly stepped on shattered glass and suddenly stirred all of them awake. Like the domino effect, they all advert their mindless attention toward the two tasty targets that were my partner and I. 

'Shitshitshitshit. 

RUNNNNNN!'

And in that very moment, that tough exterior breaks down and floods my mind with a raw flashback of the moment I saw my fiancee get absolutely torn apart by those brainless fucks. I stall, but only for a split second before Josh and I both take off toward the backdoor of the pharmacy. Hoping to lock it shut behind us so we’re able to get everybody in the group back to the truck, far the fuck away from here. 

Hearing the piercing roars and screeches from the dead, rotten arms nearly just missing us as we slammed the door shut, but with the weight pushing against us, we were running out of time and endurance. 

“I got this, Xander. Go! NOW. Get them out of here.”

Fuuuuuuuuck. Not much got to me these days but Josh had become such an important addition to Iron Heart and this sacrifice of his was gonna sting. I had a job to protect and lead, though. So without much of a second thought, I sprint off toward the front of the pharmacy to get the rest of the group out to the truck before the horde of the infected tore us apart too.

'Arrrrhhhhhhh hhhhhh

AHHHHHHH YOU FUCKERS'

The nightmarish screams that escaped Josh as the dead likely tore him bloody limb to bloody limb would never leave any of our minds, in-fact I could still hear it ringing in my ears as we piled back into the truck and sped off.

•••• ••••

Back in the comfort of my own slice of heaven in Iron Heart, I sat at the long distinguishable desk that had an iron heart engraved in the middle. Several members of the community here with me as we went over notes and game plans for future supply runs. Some bickered amongst each other, others kept quiet. And then there was me, crossing Joshua Pendleton off our Iron Heart register which I kept journaled for documentation.

"He is gone. Josh is no longer with us, and we're moving on now 'cause that's all we can fuckin' do... We do better and we keep it fuckin' pushin'.'

[sacredsnape]

I love your writing. ❤️❤️

Some romantic headcanons/one shot/whatever: Sev and her have 2 kids and another on the way. And he buy a big manor near London as surprise and thanks to their family for giving him maening to his life.

Thanks darling 💖

thank you for loving my writing, it really means a lot to me c:

summary: snape has had a very tough life but you've made up for it, giving him so much joy, love, and the family he's always wanted, and he finds the ultimate way to repay you.

snape lives!au, post battle of hogwarts

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of a near death experience

link to masterlist

you've nearly lost snape plenty of times over the years - whether it was from him having his life threatened by other death eaters, or barely surviving nagini's venom during the battle of hogwarts - you've learned to hold snape closer than ever to your heart.

when you had first heard about him nearly dying during the battle, you completely broke, stunned that you had come so close to losing the man you loved.

what made you even more emotional was that you were carrying yours and snape's first child at the time, and it broke you to think that your child could've possibly grown up without a father.

snape ultimately survived yet he was plagued by survivor's guilt and paranoia, which you helped him through. to snape, you were like a lifesaver, and you helped keep him sane as he healed both mentally and physically.

today, you and snape had two children - daughters ages two and three. your third child, another girl, would be arriving in just a few weeks and snape was so excited that it was all he could talk about these days.

"i think we should continue with the theme of nature related names," snape told you one night as you and him laid in bed, his warm hands soothingly rubbing your baby bump. "we already have juniper and aspen ...how about daisy? daisy would be cute."

"daisy sounds lovely," you agreed with a smile. "let me guess, you're going to buy her her own little cloak so she can match with you, like how you did with juniper and aspen."

"obviously," snape chuckled, gasping when he suddenly felt your babygirl kick. "i'm going to assume that her kick means that she's eager to match with her daddy."

he then yawned, cuddling closer you. snape often found himself getting really sleepy around you, especially out of nowhere. he once heard that it was because his inner child felt safe around you, which he strongly believed to be the case.

"sleep, my prince," you whispered to snape as you stroked his beautiful, thick hair. "you had a long day today."

snape sleepily mumbled something in response that you couldn't quite catch, slowly pressing a kiss to your neck before sighing happily.

you kept carding your fingers through his hair until you fell asleep yourself, having wonderful dreams full of snape.

---

you woke up the next morning to find the bed empty.

confused, you got out of bed, wondering where snape could've gone. you glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was a quarter to seven; the kids would be getting up any minute now.

just like you predicted, you heard the soft patter of your daughters' footsteps trekking down the hallway. you smiled and joined them in the hallway, grabbing both of their hands and taking them to the bathroom so you all could get ready for the day.

you heard the front door close and poked your head out of the bathroom, seeing snape walking inside the house with a big smile on his face.

"where were you?" you asked your husband as he walked over to you and the girls, who instantly left your side to go greet him.

snape grinned down at them and scooped them up into his arms, kissing their foreheads before replying, "somewhere. it's um...a surprise. you and the girls should get something to eat to go."

you raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged, nodding. snape wasn't usually one to plan surprises, so you were curious to see what he had in store.

snape didn't eat anything until you convinced him to; he was too excited to eat much, so he just had some toast and an apple.

you, snape, and the girls traveled using a ministry registered vehicle. neither you or snape wanted the girls to travel using the floo network or a portkey until they were older, and it was lucky that you and snape both knew how to drive.

"it's not far from here," snape told you as he helped you buckle juniper and aspen into their car seats, kissing their foreheads again.

you kissed their foreheads as well before getting into the passenger's seat, which snape had enchanted to be extra roomy for your baby bump.

"can i have a hint as to where we're going?" you hopefully asked snape as he started the engine.

"nope," snape bluntly said, causing you to frown. he then smiled at you and said, "it's worth waiting for."

"it better be," you teased him as snape pulled out of the driveway. he side eyed you and then laughed, glancing at the rear view mirror, seeing that juniper and aspen were busy playing with their mini broomsticks and making them zoom around the backseat.

snape was right; it wasn't too far at all. about a few minutes before you arrived, snape told you and the girls to close your eyes. of course, juniper and aspen started asking a dozen questions about why they had to close their eyes, but they did it anyways.

you felt the car come to a halt and heard fhe car doors open, feeling snape grab your hands and get you outside before he did the same with juniper and aspen.

snape carefully walked you and the girls down the path leading to your new home, smiling widely as he positioned the three of you in front of it.

"okay, you can open your eyes now," snape happily said, and you opened your eyes to reveal an elegant manor standing before you.

juniper and aspen immediately made a beeline for the swing set sitting in the front garden, giggling with joy.

"sev," you softly said, reaching for his hands and holding, feeling tears gathering in your eyes. "when did you buy this?"

"last month," he excitedly told you. "i left early this morning to come and double check that everything was ready."

"sev," you said again, too amazed to say anything more. you tightly hugged him, smiling into his neck.

"it's my way of thanking you and the girls for making me so happy and giving me a reason to keep going," he said to you, causing you to pull back from his neck.

"oh gosh, i love you so much," you grinned, dabbing your eyes with your sleeve. "i can't wait to raise our family here."

snape kissed your forehead several times and nodded in agreement, resting his chin on the top of your head as he happily watched juniper and aspen play before you and him joined them.

[jemwolf]

Do any of your characters do exciting stuff during the summer?

I'm sure they do! Off the top of my head I can imagine Faith loves taking Hunter (and later, Aspen too!) on road trips to the beach or amusement parks! (Toast's fam loves amusement parks, so Faith and co. often go with them!)

Sev would probably love anything to do with playing in the water in the heat of the summer, whether that be a pond or just the fountain on the Armstrong Estate.

Jules loves going to the lake and going out on boats with friends and family! She especially loves tubing and fishing there (Jai enjoys that too but y'know. They're both my fursona so X3 )

[jaylahdenileuniverse]

it’s a new era bitch ♡ 

Clothes:

Top: Seul - VNTG Scarf (OG) @ Kustom9

Skirt: Seul - Slash Skirt (Classic) @ Kustom9

Accessories:

Nails: 1990 - Baddie Set @ Dreamday

Toenails: 1990 -  French Pedicure @ Level

Purse: Vice - le vagole xs

Belt: Seul - Saturn Belt (Silver) @ Kustom9

Rings: e.marie - Melinda Rings (Golds) @ N21

Watch: November - Aspen Diamond Watch (S)

Headband: November - Sasha Diamond Headband (Ruby)

Earrings: Lowlyfe - Airi Earring Set @ Planet 29

Make-Up/Tattoo/Appliers:

Eyelashes: Mai Bilavio - Valentine Collection 1st Date

Eyes: Little 8 - Sev Eyes (Caramel)

Eyeliner: Babe - Basic Liner

Anatomy:

Body: Meshbody - Legacy

Head: LeLUTKA - Briannon Head 3.1

Hair: Sante - Kiana @ The Grand

[dankkcmemes]

Incorrect KC Quotes

Zaynder: Why would you give a knife to Aspen?! Oggy: She said she felt unsafe! Sev: Well now I feel unsafe! Oggy: Sev: Oggy, reaching inside his pocket: … You want a knife?

[no-upgrade]

OOC: An RP thread pertaining to slushies

Some background:

I’m currently playing an AU where Jeremy has kept the SQUIP (along with most of the school’s population.) Michael has befriended a non-binary kid named Aspen and they’re both just total social pariahs. They’re going to the park. They have sad, sad smoothies.

Anyway! Inspired by the slushie-saga over at @badlydrawnbmc, this ridiculous thread happened. I enjoyed it, so here it is.

My Michael’s middle name is ‘Kenneth’ because he needed a full name to be called by a mom. You know how it is.

MICHAEL: "Parks are good. Swings, ducks, park...stuff." Michael might even have to break out his skates. Or his frisbee!! Awyeah! He took a sip of his smoothie and made a face. "Guh. Melted." He sighed forlornly. "Now it's just a cup of foam and sadness..." ASPEN: Aspen took a sip of their own smoothie just to see if Michael was right... Which he was. "I guess there's only one solution, huh?" They spoke as if they were discussing an evil plan. Like, 'They've found our evil base! Guess there's only one solution...' But no. It was just frozen beverages. MICHAEL: Michael nodded seriously, one eye narrowed. "I believe you might be right." One hand balled into a fist as he looked out upon the horizon. "...slushie run." ASPEN: "Good to know we're on the same page..." Aspen gave him a quick thumbs-up. "Hey, have you ever gone to Seven-Eleven on one of those 'Bring-Your-Own-Cup' days?" This was something they had only heard of in legends, because their dad thought it was 'dangerous to consume anything more than the normal slush-size.' MICHAEL: His Super-Serious face broke into a sunny grin with just a hint of mischief at the edges. "There's a reason I'm not allowed to pour my own slushies...okay, several reasons, but that's one of 'em." ASPEN: Aspen's eyes widened. "Oh... I'm intrigued. WHAT DID YOU DO?" They took another sip of their melted smoothie, because it still KIND OF tasted good? And they hadn't had anything to drink that day. MICHAEL: "Okay. Picture it." He held a hand out in front of him to illustrate the act of 'picturing it'... "We had this decorative urn in the living room, right? Like, almost as tall as I was...which, admittedly wasn't as tall as I am now, but you get the picture. I load it up on one of those hand-trucks you use to move stuff? I swear, this thing's like 5 feet tall. Anyway. I load it up on the hand-truck and walk my way down to the seven-eleven, right? It's only a couple of blocks from my house, but this thing is GIANT..." ASPEN: Aspen just stared at him. A slight smile was visible on their face, but it was vastly over-shadowed by the genuine shock, the utter disbelief, and other words that mean the same thing. "You can NOT be serious..." They breathed, just.. staring. MICHAEL: "Oh, but I am." Michael let out a giggle despite himself. "Okay. So it takes me like a million years to get there and I'm dying cos it's hot and I'm pushing a freaking decorative urn through town, but I finally get there. And you could hear the hush fall over the store as I made my entrance and walked up to the slushie machine." ASPEN: Aspen just continued to stare... Their eyes were close to popping out at this point, and their mouth was hanging open just a bit. "You're crazy..." They muttered. Because their friend was crazy. MICHAEL: "RIGHT??" This was punctuated by a genuine, probably-too-loud laugh. "I push it up there and the girl at the counter says 'um' but that's all she says. And everybody's staring. I get up there and a start pouring and I'm pouring forever and ever, using all the flavors, til the machine's pretty much empty, right?" ASPEN: "...I thought you hated mixing flavours..." They muttered, imagining this whole scenario in their mind... Especially the part about Michael being short. That was an interesting and foreign concept. MICHAEL: "I do hate mixing flavors, but it was the principle of the thing, you know? There wasn't any way as I was gonna get enough for an urn-full with just cherry and blue raspberry. So. I've got ALL the slushie in my giant decorative urn, I turn to push it to the counter and the thing tips over. I try to catch it, but I'm tiny and chubby and have useless little arms. It FALLS OVER in the middle of the sev-elev and I swear to you, it was like it was happening in slow-mo but there wasn't any way to stop it." ASPEN: Aspen was DEFINITELY picturing this, and their horrified expression only intensified with every passing second. “I can't believe they even let you in there anymore..." They sighed, resting their head on the back of the seat. MICHAEL: "OH IT GETS WORSE!" His voice was filled with an almost-deranged glee. "The urn FALLS to the floor and it SMASHES into several more pieces than it had been in to begin with. Slushies of EVERY COLOR EXPLODE EVERY-FREAKING-WHERE!" This is punctuated with descriptive arm movements. "The store is silent and for a minute or two, all I can do is stand there and stare at the destruction." He paused, giving Aspen a sideways glance. "...then I burst into tears and ran out..." ASPEN: Aspen gave him a quick shoulder-pat, because that translated to sympathy for them. They just sighed again. "I don't ev.. I can't.. I..." Then they just shook their head. Aspen.exe is no longer operational. MICHAEL: Michael just nodded, wide-eyed. "I ran home, sobbing, with slushie all over me, like a convenience store Carrie White and by that time, my moms were up and wondering where the hell the giant decorative urn went, because who breaks into a house and steals nothing but a GIANT DECORATIVE URN? They take one look at me and they're like '....Michael? Do you happen to know where the urn went?'... and I say 'what urn?' because maybe they're talking about a different urn?" ASPEN: "How many giant decorative urns do you have in your house?" Aspen was curious, now... They'd never been there before. Maybe there was a decorative urn in every room. Maybe people slept in decorative urns, and stored everything in decorative urns. Maybe every decorative urn had its own decorative urn. MICHAEL: "Just the one," he nodded, then thought about it. "Well...not any, now, I guess...." ASPEN: Aspen rolled their eyes. "Hmm. I see. Well... Uh..." They just shrugged. Words were escaping their befuddled brain. MICHAEL: Michael shrugged and gave a what-can-you-do kind of look. "I mean, I knew good and well that there was only one urn but I was kind of hoping they were still talking about a different one?" ASPEN: "Right..." They nodded as if this made perfect sense, though their tone said otherwise, and their face still said 'What the hell just happened?' MICHAEL: Michael ignored the look on Aspen's face and pushed on through the story. "So! I get the whole 'Michael Kenneth Mell, what did you do?' thing and I spill the story faster than I spilled the slushie. They march me back down to the store, make me apologize, I have to clean the whole thing up, though I have to have some help with the urn cos it's ridiculously heavy, even in pieces, annnnd that is the story of my best bring your own container day ever."

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Names

Feel free to call me any of these ^-^ Subject to updates.

Green names are the ones I go by most often! Blue names are names I really like for myself!

Camden/Cam

Sev

Finn

Oz

Prince

Asher

Aspen

Stitch

Casper

Dream

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Tag Game

Tag game

Tagged by @snowbleppard

Name: Severenth

Nicknames: Sevvy, Sev, Aspen, Amara

Height: 6′1

Fav Fruits: Mangos, and coconuts ^^

Fav Season: I love Fall!! It just always seems so relaxing to see all of the colors!!.... Also Halloween is a thing!!

Fav Book: The Zombie survival guide.. you never really know when you’ll need it!!

Fav Flowers: Tulips ^^ They are my mother’s favorite and they became mine as well :D

Fav Animal: I would have to say either an African Wild Dog or a Bobcat/Lynx ^^

Fav Beverage: Either Monster or Rockstar... Kinda depends whats on sale xD

Fav Fictional Character: Shawn from Shawn of the Dead! x3

Number of Pillows & Blankets You Sleep With: 2 pillows, and one blanket~ 

Dream Trip: I wanna go back to Germany or to France ^^ 

Number of Followers: 46 x3

Song you’re listening to right now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGAeJiOfXOw I tag: @hackfurs @fur-trash-blog @zidwolfe @trip-dip 

[casspurrjoybell-25]

The Healer of Shakkara - Book One

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 20 - The Fall - Part 2

He obeyed and moved as quick and light as he could and thankfully the log made no protest beneath his weight.

Behn caught him a tight embrace on the other side, still shaking.

Obi came next but as he reached the middle, the log creaked and cracked again.

He fairly ran the rest of the way.

Only Sev and Iksthanis remained on the opposite edge and they seemed to be arguing, though Galen couldn't hear what they said.

The large man shoved Sev towards the log and Sev swore but turned, mounted the log and ran lightly across.

Then Iksthanis stood alone and behind him the shadows moved.

"Iksy. Get out of there," Obi yelled.

"Come on."

But the other man shook his head.

"It will not hold me," he called.

"I can see the crack from here. It will break."

"What is he saying?" Zenír asked, taking a step towards the edge so that Sev had to grab and hold him back.

"What's happening?"

"You've got to try," Sev called but again, Iksy shook his head.

"It will not hold me, Sevhalim. You did not see but it barely held you. It will break before I have taken three steps."

"Shit," Rea swore and fired an arrow past Iksy and into the trees.

Triss followed suit.

Twice more, they shot before the barrowlings fell back once more.

"There are dozens now. We can't hold them back much longer, Iksy. You've got to take the chance."

"There is no chance," he said.

"But I can give you a better one."

Kneeling, he braced himself and lifted the more slender end of the log.

With a grunt and a shout, he swung it to the side and let it drop.

It fell clear of the chasm's edge, scraped and slid down the wall of stone and came to rest on a lip a few yards below.

But Iksthanis was right.

The impact shuddered up the beam and with a final crack, the log broke in two and fell with a crash to the wild water below.

"Iksthanis," Zenír screamed, his face twisted with torment.

"'Thanis, don't you dare, you hypocrite."

On the other side of the gorge, Iksthanis straightened and stood, unbuckling the belt that held his ax and letting it fall to the ground.

"Zenír," he called.

"This is not despair. In this life or the next, we will meet again... I swear it."

"'Thanis... NO."

But even as the barrowling swarm burst from the beneath the pines... far more than two archers could ever hope to stop... Iksthanis walked forward and dove headfirst towards the water below.

Zenír screamed, for though he had not seen him fall, he knew from the others' gasps of horror what had happened well enough and Obi joined Sev to hold him back from following.

Fearing what he would see but knowing he must look for the others' sake, Galen leaned over and scanned the tumult for signs of a body... living or dead but there was no sign of their friend.

The remnants of the log were just visible far downstream and Galen realized the current must be terribly fast.

If Iksthanis had survived the fall, he would not survive long after.

Still, it was a better end than the barrowlings offered.

Triss and Rea continued to shoot arrows into the swarm, whose shrieks and howls of rage echoed up and down the chasm and through the pines with a clamorous noise, until at last they had enough and dragged their dead back into the shadows in retreat.

"Come," Sev said, still keeping a firm grip on Zenír.

"Let's get out of these pines. There may be other crossings along this rift and we must not waste the time Iksthanis has given us."

His face was pale but set and his eyes were dry.

Everyone else wept quietly as they set off through the last stretch of the Pinedark, to the open meadows and light woods of aspen and birch beyond. 

[jemwolf]

@gradient-plants

Oho. I have,,, many. I havent counted in a while, but I'm definitely somewhere over 300 at this point, haha! (I have an OC making problem)

That said, here's a handful of the ones that show up most frequently on my blog! (Under a cut because even choosing just a couple this got a bit long lol)

Sev

Anyone who's followed this blog for any length of time has probably at least seen Sev. She's a chimera set in the Fullmetal Alchemist universe and she is my beloved baby girl. She's had a rough life but she is very loved now!

Beau

This lil guy shows up every now and again when I'm in the mood to draw something cute! He doesn't really have a story of any kind, but he's pretty optimistic and they love heavy metal.

Faith

I admittedly haven't drawn this guy in a while but I definitely talk about him a lot (perhaps, at least to my friend, River). He's heavily based on George Micheal, in that he was a popular 80s singer, but in modern day, he's adopted a little boy named Hunter (who, at the time of the story) is 13 years old and very into Fortnite. He also recently learned he has a biological kid named Aspen who is somewhere around 18!

Travis

A boy from Montana who was recently turned into a werewolf. You can see more of how he's dealing with that at @well-awarewolf ! He's been around for a while and I'm excited to delve more into his story! If I ever have time to update it again ahaa

Milo

(Art for this one is by @/scribbly-blue-hearts)

Milo is just a little guy! He was created in a man's experimental attempt to make an artificial Fae. It was semi-successful, as Milo does have magpie wings and can fly, though it came with drawbacks like a shortened lifespan. Milo has a story but I have yet to tell it in its entirety ;)

Aaand I also have a herd of centaurs that I haven't done much story-wise with just yet! They exist in the same universe as Travis tho :3

(From left to right)

Jonas, Cliff, and Iniko

(Jonas was drawn by @/forsty)

There's more taurs than this but I hit the image limit lol)