#FUCKIN YEEHAW

[aldieb]

i don’t like when the airport yells at you to go faster because they made the plane late. i’m innocent!!

[heyitscel]

Coming to the realization I'm about to see some of my favorite people in a few short weeks...😳

[bl-ckarchive]

Had school, took a nap, time for work soon.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

STAY STRONG GAYMERS WE'RE ALMOST THERE

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I can't quit you

[maphel-n-doodles]

Sometimes it would've been better just not to ask.

[diana-daphne]

Am I actually reading Dracula daily this year? No, it stresses me out for some reason. Will I still be reblogging all the posts about it? Absolutely yes they’re all amazing

[spotsupstuff]

Anon from the karma flower ask here, just gotta say i have no regrets, hows sparrows recovery going?

according to doctor (Euros) she'll be just fine after grounding herself a lil. nothing bad essentially happened, she just wasn't ready for all those feelings

[mintytrifecta]

JEDEDIAH

SPOTTED

[sprout-fics]

First bc of u I simp for Sloane and NOW I'm starting simp for Graves too🤦🏻‍♀️

If I have to descend into the Graves agenda, so do all of you ❤️

[thetypingpup]

I gotcha. And don't worry same here deep sea creatures give me the creeps too. Though I do know an unnecessary amount of facts about them

Anyways first thing that comes to mind when you say bioluminescent sea monster is, of course, Godzilla. The OG monster in my opinion.

Do you want like an actual real sea creature? Cause one that's fairly common is jellyfish, and you can include bioluminescence in the hair too

If you want more fantasy, I might suggest some creatures from the game Subnautica. I know the Sea Dragon Leviathan in that game is known for an orange bioluminescence and the Ghost Leviathan is mostly a glowing skeletal creature

To answer a couple questions, I am thinking humanoid sea monster. As much as I adore merfolk and writing merfolk, I do wanna switch things up, and there's not enough monster!reader in this world. It's funny bc in terms of certain traits and mannerisms, the merfolk i write are very shark-like, but that version of them mostly live on my drive 😅. For once I wanted to mix things up and just go full monster. I looked at jellyfish too, great reference for bioluminecence. But as far as hair, I wanted to keep that as non specific as possible so no one feels excluded. I'm gonna go all in on the descriptions of like, the monstrous and aquatic features, but other details like hair and skin tone I'm gonna leave vague like I always do. Wanna make sure it can be enjoyed by anyone who wants to be the fantasy monster for a change.

[lesbianralzarek]

going through the tag for a gal that i think may be a new blorbo for me and a noticeable majority of the posts are filtered content. blocking ships that annoy me asap is the best way to keep my cortisol levels within normal range, but the cost is so host (<- first time writing that out and i realize that ive been mentally spelling it like an existing word that does not rhyme with cost, but whatd you have me do? "the cost is hawst"??? self-defeating)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

oooo it's been a while since the last snippet :]c it's another fantasy au one where I'm! Putting! Barnaby! Through It!

a minor warnings: implied/referenced major character death <3

 No one eats dinner, and Frank won’t stop tapping his spoon against his bowl. Tok tok tok it goes, over and over again.

Poppy made a simple stew from their provisions, but only Eddie and Sally make an attempt at tasting it. Their halfhearted ‘it’s good’s don’t pierce the pressure weighing down on them all. Barnaby swears he can taste it, thick and cloying. 

Already he keeps catching himself looking for Wally. Where is- he starts to think, and then he remembers the moment Wally fell with a spear piercing his chest, and the grief rises so fast it nearly drowns him in a heartbeat. Barnaby can’t bring himself to try and hide it behind anything but a stony mask. In any other situation he might try to put some levity into the group. Cheer up the sad and empty faces staring into their meals. 

He wouldn’t be able to think of a single lighthearted thing even if he wanted to. He doesn’t.

Tok tok tok-

Shuffling from Howdy’s tent has everyone glancing over at it, and Frank’s spoon stills. Howdy briefly woke up while Poppy was cooking. All he did was sit up, look at everyone, then pitch to the side and vomit. They got him into a tent before he passed out again, mumbling something about puppets. Frank made a comment about how Howdy was supposed to be a bit out of it, not at fae-drunk levels of hazy. Eddie had muttered back a dejected apology, and after that the camp was silent until Poppy’s announcement that dinner was ready. The spoon continues tapping when the shuffling stills.

Tok tok tok-

Since Eddie and Sally saying that dinner is good, there hasn’t been a noise beyond the occasional sniffle. It’s a good thing Julie isn’t trying her stew - it must be disgustingly salty from all the tears dripping into it. 

Tok tok tok-

Barnaby sighs through his nose and puts his bowl down, sick of looking at everyone’s misery. He would say that he’s going to go sleep, but he has a feeling that none of them are getting a wink tonight. 

Tok tok-

Before he can stand, Frank blurts, “We shouldn’t have attacked it. It was a mistake.”

“Please don’t,” Julie begs.

“There’s no need to rub salt in the wound,” Sally says firmly, her stew starting to sizzle from the rising heat in her hands.

“Not right now, Frank,” Eddie mutters. 

Frank visibly bristles, and he launches to his feet. “I refuse to pretend not to have seen what I did! The truth is a terrible thing, but someone needs to say it. Wally lied to us.”

“Frank…” Barnaby warns.

“We shouldn’t have attacked the demon,” Frank barrels on, ignoring him, “because there was no need to. It didn’t eat Wally until the end because the demon is his patron. Wally was never a wizard at all, he was a warlock-”

Barnaby lunges with a deep bark that echoes against the trees. The crickets symphony falls silent. Frank trips backwards over his seat, staring up with wide eyes as Barnaby stalks around the fire, growling. Eddie and Sally slowly stand, inching between him and Frank. 

Barnaby stops, snout bunched and canines bared. He jabs a claw at Frank. “Don’t you ever say that again. Ever.”

Frank’s mouth flaps uselessly for a moment. When he speaks, it comes out as a whisper, “I’m-”

“If you end that with right instead of sorry, I’ll make damn sure that you are.”

Frank wisely keeps his mouth shut. The crickets continue chirping.

Barnaby glares at him until Frank looks away. Barnaby straightens his vest with a sharp tug and strides away from the fire, towards his and- his tent. Just his, now. Murmuring breaks out at his back. He yanks the flap open, grabs his pipe and herb pouch, and heads towards the forest. He pauses only to listen by Howdy’s tent, waiting to hear proof of life before continuing on.

Once he can’t see the firelight anymore, Barnaby chooses a random tree and sits heavily in front of it. Rough bark digs into his back through his vest. A night bird hoots overhead. Crickets continue to make their music, but Barnaby wishes they would shut up for good. 

Light from the full moon pours through the branches to provide just enough light to see by. Barnaby holds up his pipe and quickly puts it to the side to take off a grimy glove. The heart-pad and blue fur underneath contrasts vibrantly with the dust-grayed rest of him. After a moment he removes the other glove, wincing as the leather drags over his injured knuckles. He turns his paw over and scowls at the dirty black edges of the red-raw scrapes. He should have punched harder. He hopes it scars, even though he knows it won’t.

The gloves themselves are scuffed up, but not beyond use. Barnaby folds them into his pocket and gets to work lighting his pipe. He packs it and instinctively opens his mouth to ask Wally to light it for him. The words die on his tongue as he turns only to see dark forest. Empty woods save for the tiny blue lights of night wisps floating on the breeze. 

Barnaby stares into the darkness with yawning dread. He keeps looking. How long will it take him to stop? How long until Wally’s face starts to smudge in his memories, until his voice is gone and Barnaby doesn’t even remember what his smile looked like? How long until Barnaby only thinks of him in passing? 

He doesn’t want to reach that point. He desperately does. 

Will it hurt more or less? Does it matter? He wants it to ache until he dies.

Barnaby frantically fishes his sparkrune out of the herb pouch - only there for emergencies, when Wally or Sally isn’t there to light it for him. It will wear down to a nub within the month. He strikes his thumb claw against it, and sparks fly expertly into the bowl of his pipe. It takes a moment to catch. Barnaby lifts the bit to his lips and takes a drag before enough smoke forms for a lungful. 

Maybe he should have grabbed the stronger stuff. If he breathes enough of it, maybe he’d be able to see Wally. 

But Barnaby doesn’t get up in the end. He sits against the base of a tree and hugs himself, the pipe’s intermittent glow betraying the shine in his eyes.

[dotmander]

character introduction: zenais (she/her)

as a cub, zenais wondered about the world outside of the sandswept isles. the inquest to the south terrified her, yes, but she was also curious about them - possibly more than was good for her health, considering her lack of skill with a weapon. her scouting helped the olmakhan learn how to avoid them, at least. eventually, her thirst for knowledge became unbearable; she left the isles with a promise to send stories of the larger world back to her people. she's quite far from home by now, but she has more to see!

[oddthesungod]

I still feel a little bit insane thinking about the fact that we’re actually getting an animated Mighty Nein series in the future

[freakshowcowboy]

my favorite part of baldurs gate 3 is when i havent taken a long rest in a while and suddenly i notice my characters hair is no longer black but in fact fully red