#WHOOOOOO

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

OOOHHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD NATHAN DRAWFEE IN NEW GAME CHANGER SEASON TRIALER

AND CALDWELL

DRAWFEE OGS REUNION ON ART THEMED EPISODE OF GAME CHANGER

THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL

[cryxdraws]

Need a Hand?

[ceruleancattail]

ITS THE NEW YEAR. Y’ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!!

WE BACK AT THE GACHA AGAIN VICTIMS!!!

Villain Dies by G-idle is playing right now, and I couldn’t think of a better theme for this time🙄 if bro doesn’t come home easy, Mr Cay-Cay-gonna-Slay-Slay is going to get slain by yours truly.

SO HERE WE GO ONE PULL!!!!!!

HE FUCKING LOVES ME!!!!! THANK YOU I LOVE YOU HELL YEAH MOTHER FUCKER!!!! LOOK AT HIS SILLY LITTLE ROBES!!!! BRO HAS THE HEARTSABYUL DRIP AND I CARE HIM VERY MUCH!!!

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY I AM SCREAMING!!! I LOVE HOW THE HEARTSABYUL UNIFORM PINS ARE STILL INCORPORATED INTO THIS DESIGN ITS SO CUTE I AM GOING TO CHEW THIS GUY UP LIKE A GOD DAMN VITAMIN GUMMY UGRH

I actually like screamed silently when I saw the red light inside the coffin. Like WAN SUI!!!! THIS GINGER ACTUALLY CAME IN ONE PULL HE LOVES ME FR FR FR (Ceru being delusional as fuck)

I AM TAKING. PHOTOS. OF YOU. HOLD STILL YOU MF!!!!!

Ok so after the excitement of one pull Cater, I went to everyone’s favourite queen, Vil the silly. I was praying for better luck here. Another one pull sr!!!!

No.

Fucker did not want to come home in a single pull.

I HAD TO SPEND 14 PULLS FOR JUST ONE VIL. ONE VIL.

WELCOME HOME YOU EXPENSIVE BEAUTIFUL ANNOYANCE🙄🙄🙄 YOU’RE LUCKY YOU’RE A PRETTY WELL WRITTEN CHARACTER. IF NOT I WOULDN’T HAVE SPENT A TEN PULL FOR YOU🙄🙄🙄

Jokes we all know I would have

NO WINDOW SHOPPING???? THAT’S MY HOBBY THO??? CRUEL!!!!!! HOW CRUEL!!! YOU FORBID CERU FROM BROWSING YOUR GOODS???? JAIL! JAIL FOR VIL FOR A THOUSAND YEARS!!!!!

So you would think I was finished pulling? NOPE! Because I already spent one ten pull on Vil/Sebek Banner,I decided to spend one on Cater/Ruggie’s banner for funsies…. And Cater dupes. I hate him victims you have to believe me-

AND THEN

AND THEN THEN THEN THEN I SAW THE LIGHT. THE GOLDEN FUCKING LIGHT. I WAS FULLY EXPECTING ANOTHER DORM UNIFORM CARD.

THEN

I AUDIBLY SCREECHED

RUGGIE RUGGIE RUGGIE OF THE BUCHIS I LOVE YOU COME HERE MWA MWA MWA WELCOME HOME

I ACTUALLY LOVE THE CARD OF HIS SO MUCH!!!! THE LITTLE SCARF AND THE FISH WALLET ON HIS NECK??? THE LITTLE TUFF OF HAIR TIED UP???? I AM GNAWING ON HIM LILW A BRICK I LOVE HIM I LOVE LOVE HIM SO MUCH MWA MWA MWA

26 pulls SSR????? I LOVE YOU RUGGIE THANK YOU FOR COMING HOME

YES GET THAT CASH BABY BOY!!!!! WHOOOOO!!!!

[starry-teacup]

I raise you opporcold as a toxic relationship

[pistachi0art]

TWO CHAPTERS DONE GRAHHHH

[sophieswundergarten]

ALSO HAPPY SECURE THE PERIMETER SATURDAY

[bloodynereid]

FAM S5 ANNOUNCEMENT YESSSSS

[xi-xi-chen]

[obeythedemons]

How the fuck does Barbatos consistently bake and cook large meals?

[hootbon]

YAYYY CONGRATS ON 2K FOLLOWERS

ABSOLUTELY A WELL-DESERVED MILESTONE /GEN

🥹

THANKYOU

[rosalinesurvived]

and can I get a HE THOUGHT SOMEONE INTRISTICALLY EVIL HAD NO RIGHT TO BECOME A DETECTIVE YOU’RE NOT EVIL YOU JUST DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE YET THAT’S ALL STAND ON THE SIDE OF GOOD WITH US I AM OFFICIALLY WELCOMING YOU TO THE AGENCY YOU’VE PASSED FROM NOW ON YOU’RE A DETECTIVE

[alexandraisyes]

I’m learninggggg animation

With procreate dreams

[capfalcon]

got a job interview in 1 hour wish me luck

[ceruleancattail]

Howl

Jack Howl x Thief reader

Candlelight shone in the dark. 

Flickering on shrivelled up wicks, ember flames twisting and turning seductively. Dancing entirely to their own tune, without a single care of the world spiralling around them. In fact, they seemed to actively rebel against the spinning of its axis. Scorching their throne, sending ivory trails of wax raining down into a bubbling hot mess below.

An oddity of this world, where everyone was so preoccupied with self-preservation. These flames would gladly burn themselves into a crisp without a second thought, if it meant they’ll go out bright. 

Elbows brushing against tattered remains of a tunic, you fought your way forward. The tavern was crowded, as always. The candlelight leered at you from the pillars, rusty plates of metal spilling with dried up wax. Even with the excessive amount of candles lighted, there was no helping the dim, dingy atmosphere of the place. 

Shadows creepy in every corner, accompanied with the silvery thread of cobwebs, spreading from every inch of the tavern. The floorboards were dotted with dark splatters, mould gnawing away at the old rickety wood. They’ll creak, a sickeningly frail screech. Like the pained yowling of some beast. That is, if you didn’t know where to place your feet. One foot at the time, shifting your weight from the left to the right appropriately in turn.

It’s a skill most regulars pick up in time. 

The regulars had picked up quite a lot of things, in order to leave this place alive. What to say, what to do… even what they were allowed to order. There were rules, as unlikely as it’ll seem in such a questionable establishment. Some tables were reserved. Most people stake their claim on certain seats, and they aren’t the sort who take kindly to others. Plop into someone else’s chair, and you’ll pay quite dearly for your folly. A rare few would spare you after robbing you out of house and home. Most would insist on blood being spilled before they could forgive your transgression.

An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. That was the standard this tavern ran on. Self-administered justice by its citizens. Not the kind of place those mightier-than-thou heroes would be caught dead at. 

It was the closest thing you’ll get to home.

Tossing a few coins onto the counter, you watch them clatter silently. The bartender raises an eyebrow, before fishing out a grimy mug. He slams it down on the counter with a deafening bang, before uncorking a queerly circular flask of turquoise liquid. It crawls out of the flask, as thick as syrup. It gleamed within your cup, fracturing light into a thousand fragments, casted onto every surface it could reach. 

Fingers closing around the handle, you clutch it close to your chest. Taking a step back, you melt back into the crowd. Slowly making your way to a particularly dusty corner, where the walls met. Heaving a breath, you backtracked slowly. Counting every step underneath your breath.

One, two, three.

Before your back dipped, legs stretched forward. Breaking into a sprint, you make a dash towards the corner. Toes flat against the wall, you leap from one side to the next, zigzagging from one wall to another. Parkouring your way upwards towards the roof, a hand clutched at a rafter. Curling your fingers around that wooden beam, fingernails scraping against the wood’s grain. With a grunt, you heave yourself upwards. One leg swinging over the side followed by another. You perch above that rafter, drink miraculously intact.

This was your special little seat in this tavern. A quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle of the more rowdy patrons. Even the most bloodthirsty of mankind looked like nothing but ants from up here. Swinging your feet, you do your best to angle their heads under the soles of your boots. Chuckling smugly to yourself, you take a sip of your drink. Only for the entire rafter to jerk, shuddering like a leaf in the wind. It dipped to your right,struggling under a sudden impact slamming onto it. Pearls of turquoise leap out from their grass, splattering on your clothes.

Brows wrinkling in a frown, you glare at the newcomer. A hooded bulk of a man, dressed in black from head to toe. A rather tattered scabbard was strapped across his back, the leather peeling off like some wilting flower. Something that might have been wonderfully crafted before, yet it was way past its time. He shifted around, trying to make himself comfortable on the rafter. A fur-covered tail peeked out from behind him, tinged with every shade of grey underneath the sun. It stood at attention, stone-still.

Rapping on the wood with your knuckles, you gesture at the area below both of you somewhat pointedly.

“There’s plenty of seats down there.” A beat of silence, before a low gravelly voice spoke:

“I’ll rather not sit there.”

Huffing, you cross your arms. Fingers slipping into your sleeves, fumbling around. The cold edge of metal slips into your hands, fitting perfectly in the curve of your palms.

“So, you think I’m some pushover, huh?”

A swing of your arms has two daggers plunging onto both sides of his hood, pinning it onto wood. They sunk up to their hilt, imbedding themselves deep. One even nicked his cheek, a trail of scarlet pearls blossoming on his face. A pair of ember eyes blink at you, wide with shock. Tufts of grey hair fall from the hood, edges jagging across his skin. A pair of canine ears jabbed into the air, the ears of a wolf. The creature of the night, with their pointed fangs and fierce snarls.

A gulp, saliva moving down your throat gruellingly slowly. A beastman sat before you, in the flesh. It certainly wasn’t your first time seeing them, really. However, you’ve only caught glimpses of them from. A tail, poking out from here or there. Unnaturally piercing eyes that seemed to be able to discern the very shape of your soul.

 You can’t say you liked them much. 

Not with their sensitive noses that always seemed to be able to pinpoint the location of anyone around a five metre radius. Hell, maybe it was more. You wouldn’t know. They made your profession horribly difficult. Most of the time, you avoid them like the plague.

It was your first time picking a fight with one of them.

The beastman only sighed, before reaching towards your dagger. With a soft growl, he tugs his hood free, the shredded remains fluttering behind him. Your hands immediately go to your waist, ready to hurl more sharp objects at the man before you. In response, his lips curl upwards, revealing razor sharp fangs, gleaming grimly in the candlelight.

“Don’t bother. A mere thief like you can’t do much against me in a head-on fight.”

He pauses, as if gathering his thoughts.

“Well, you were the first to spring something like that on me.

It’s been awhile since I’ve been startled by a blade, let alone two.” 

Flicking at your daggers with his nails, they quiver ever so slightly. 

You shrug, shoulders flowing in one fluid motion. He wasn’t wrong, actually. As a thief, strength isn't your strongest suit. That was why surprise and speed were your main weapons. One blow was all you got. If you missed, that was it for you.

Game over.

You lost the game this round. Both you and him knew that well. So you had no choice but to suck it up, and put up with this furry stranger’s company. 

Cloth rustling, he offered a hand towards you.

“I’m Jack. Jack Howl.”

You clasp it, a little reluctantly.

“I’m just another thief from the streets. Can’t say it’s a pleasure, Howl.”

A moment of silence passed. A rather awkward silence, too. Raising the glass towards your lips, you chugged down your drink. Just to have something, anything to do other than stare at him. 

It must have gone down a little faster then it should have, considering the way your throat seized itself. You choked out a cough, followed by another. The sensation, burning hot, blistering against your mouth. A weight pressed against your back. A hand, firm in between both of your shoulder blades. Rubbing soothing circles into your skin, with all the warmth of a fireplace cracking in the middle of a snowstorm. Calluses line his palms, pricking against your back. Rough, hardened patches of skin, earned from years of battle. Those hands who have wielded swords to cut down all who stood before him, were the same hands he used to rub your back gingerly. Gentle, a word you would have never thought to describe this hulk of a man with.

Even after you stopped coughing, his hand still lingered. A little more longer than necessary, but even so…

you couldn’t find it in your heart to push this gentle giant away.

[winepresswrath]

happy thanksgiving canada i think we're all doing amazing.

[pokeseal]

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