#have 4 dabloons as well

[choolantanavt]

Have you heard about Dabloon Tiktok?

If not, allow me to help you. It all started with this cat.

This is Dabloon Cat. Originally, they give you 4 Dabloons and would also sell Soup for 4 dabloons.

Since this moment, the economy has exploded. Currently, I have 733 Dabloons, a small frog companion, a guard dog who is a Karate Master, and a pretty hefty inventory including my Travel Bag, Water Bottle, and Steel Sword.

I use my Steel Sword to protect myself and others from thieves; even though I have a Rune of Protection. I am also part of a secretive anti-capitalist revolution to attempt and properly redistribute Dabloons equally in society.

Many creators in the Dabloon space work increasingly hard to create random encounters that show up on your FYP. What was once simple meme images of cats has evolved into high production value clips full of art and editing. You night be robbed in the streets of the city, you might join a pirate crew, or you might cook a cake with a cat, or meet Bugs the Food Certified cat who will sell you French Fries.

Tiktok has somehow created an entire shared world, with an economy and political leaders and infrastructure (ACAB includes Dabloon Police). Some people speak of inflation but the news stations are suggesting any gifts of more than 10 Dabloons may be fraudulent.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

Why can't Tumblr do something like this. I don't wanna be on tiktok anymore.

[lillylvjy]

Hi friend…. Here’s eight dabloons… and a book and pen to track your journey, as well as a backpack to keep them🫶🪙🐈‍⬛ be safe, traveler. Remember, don’t take more than 999 dabloons from anyone, it’s illegal and contributing to the dabloon inflation crisis! Happy traveling!

Thank you my friend for the dabloons and save travels. I’ll try my best to make this as quick as possible…… I have people to talk to you and places to see. Thank you again and i shall be on my way! 🫡

[valentinedaughtler]

Tainted Opal (Part 5)

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

T/Ws: violence, romantic feelings, blood, mild spice scenes sometimes, fem!reader and she/her pronouns, sexual abuse/trauma (not explicit)

Synopsis: When Kaz questions your life before Ketterdam and your trust, you discuss your upbringing with him. (You also cook dinner with Kaz and it’s cute.)

REQUESTS: OPEN✅

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5 - To Kill a Mother

I lifted my head up from the leather seat in the office, the fabric sticking to my skin. Kaz stood in front of me, the desk between us. His face was hard, it always seemed to be.

"I left for a reason, you know," my voice carried a heavy weight of the past. My thoughts feel foggy. I don't want to talk about this.

"You're a pirate-"

"Was, Kaz, I was a pirate," I corrected with a sharp tone. I fiddled with the stitching of my thick pants, easing my mind before I continued. "I wasn't a member of the Kraken Killers, I was from a smaller crew. A group of ruthless, but unimportant people." Kaz listened silently as I spoke, a sense of concentration rooted deeply within him. He probably wonders if I'm lying. "We were the Mouse Petals, seemingly soft and enticing, but brutally unforgiving. My dear old dad was the Captain, he taught me to take charge and... dispose of unwanted weak links. When he was busy, my mom would tell me the many ways to have a man or woman wrapped around your finger."

"Why did you leave, not enough dabloons?"

"Because, it was brutal. Innocent people worse off than us became our targets when Greed finally consumed my father. He began taking it out on my mother when plans didn't... go so smoothly. Any mistake made by the crew was a consent to death," I explained while bile rose in my throat, my eyes dripping like broken faucets. "Mom made a mistake, she...-," I choked on my words. "It doesn't matter, but what matters is that she's dead. Dad killed her." I looked up at Kaz again, my face red from crying... and maybe because he looked so good right now.

He finally spoke after what felt like an eternity, "why didn't you tell us? Might have been useful to know," he rasped.

"It's helpful information, sure, but it never came up in conversation. What did you want me to do? While we're navigating sea routes just turn to you saying 'hey Kaz, by the way I used to be a fucking pirate and I watched my mom die'?" I snapped.

"Well, we are on a boat, any time would have been a good time, really. All Jesper did at dinner one night was tell pirate puns," Kaz combated, the grip on his cane tightening, and his face distorting into a grim scowl.

I stayed silent as he stared me down. For whatever reason I cared what Kaz thought of me, what the Crows thought of me. I got up from the leather chair, ripping my bare skin off the sweat stained seat. As I walked past Kaz, I saw him eye me. I stopped, "you wanna say something or can I go?"

His silence answer my question, so I trudged my way up the wooden stairs onto the sunny ship deck. The sloshing waves grew more tipsy, drunkenly tipping the boat this way and that without a care in the world. Oh, how I envied the ocean.

Inej appeared from the slivers of shadow that existed midday, her flexible body contorting into view. I gave her a weak smile as a greeting before laying on a patch of loose rope on the ship's stern.

"How was easdropping, doll?" I asked Inej with a smooth tone.

"Oh-, I-,"

"I'm not upset Inej, I'm a sucker for gossip and old habits die hard," I sighed with a forced laugh as she sleuthed her way next to me. She gracefully sat down next to me, her sleek hair falling into her face.

She smiled at me, a friendly care rested on her face. It wasn't a look of someone who felt initial pity for anyone they saw, it was a keen understanding that was followed by empathy.

"He likes you, well, I'm not sure he really likes anyone, but if he did, it was be us Crows."

"I'm not a Crow,"

"Maybe this heist will prove otherwise," her eyes held a knowing gleam, she understood the pain it was to deal with Kaz sometimes. But I felt a little warm inside when she implied my acceptance.

I'd always had the innate ability to coax others into liking me, into loving me, but it was more of a lustful gimmick than a commitment. The Crows felt like a commitment. Granted, it hadn't been long, but there was a different ambiance around interactions I had with the crew compared to others in my life.

"Thank you, Inej," I whispered to her, hugging my knees in my sunburned arms. We sat in silence as the sea's waves slapped against the boat, like an over-eager greeting. "What did the ocean say to the sand?"

Inej stifled a laugh before replying, her long, slender body gracefully folded next to mine.

"I don't know, what did it say?"

"Nothing," I shrugged as the ghost of a smile played on my lips, "it just waved." I couldn't keep it together anymore, I burst into laughter, along with Inej. It wasn't even a funny joke, but it made me feel whole to giggle with someone who understood me. Kaz would have hated that joke. "I just didn't want to talk about it with him," I said to no one in particular, but Inej listened with intent. I watched as her endless hair flowed down her back and onto the wooden deck of the boat, her dark eyes deep pools that drowned all of Ketterdam's secrets.

I sighed and stood up, grasping the ledge of the boat. "I don't know why it felt like a big deal."

"People are complex, fears and traumas gash pieces of a person, sometimes taking whole chunks, until they're the remains of what once was a person," Inej's voice was a whisper in the wind. "Go tell Kaz the ocean joke, he'll detest it." She laughed and like that, she was gone into the wind as well.

✵ ♣ ✵

Kaz wasn't in the office, instead he was in his bunk, an awkward shaped room that was essentially a closet, connected to the main bunks with a door. Perhaps Kaz hadn't wanted to listen to Matthias snore all night, or maybe he didn't want to listen to Jesper and Wylan say goodnight to each other a dozen times before actually meaning it. For whatever reason, Kaz was in the cramped corner of the boat, hunched over on his bed, spine facing the door.

"What did the ocean say to the sand?" I asked, he craned his neck to look at me before sighing, turning around to see me. He didn't look eager to hear the punchline, but his expression often didn't indicate his mood.

"Do tell,"

"Nothing, it just waved."

"You're brilliant," he mocked dryly.

"Oh Kaz, are you shore you get the joke?"

"...,"

"Saints, it's just a joke, you don't have to be a salty beach about it," I grinned, my cheeks dusted with pink.

"How have you survived in Ketterdam with that mouth of yours?"

"My mouth is adorned with soft lips, darling. Gets me out of trouble often," I winked and leaned against the door. He turned away from me, but I noticed something off about him.

"We're close to the Fjerdan passage, we should be there by the end of the week. I believe we are hugging the border of the Ravkan countryside that leads to The Fold." I said, easing the tension that hung heavy in the room. "We will need winter attire, and Matthias will have to be disguised because... well, I think it's obvious," I said with an awkward chuckle. Kaz nodded, still not looking at me.

He stood up and limped to the door, "we're on dinner duty," was all he said before gesturing for me to move and leaving the room.

I followed after him to the small kitchen jutting out of the cabin. Kaz began taking out knives and cutting apples into oddly shaped slivers.

"I didn't buy specially preserved ingredients to have them be wasted by someone who doesn't know how to cook," I teased as I stood behind him; micromanaging.

"How can you be sure I can't cook?" He grumbled, placing the knife back into the cutting board. I smirked at his insulted demeanor.

"For someone who has most likely fought with every weapon in the book, you can't use a knife for anything but damage." My gaze met his. The colors of his eyes resembled those of over-steeped tea, unknown thoughts stored inside. "Let me show you how to use a knife," I said, he flinched as I came closer though. I moved the cutting board closer to me, giving him the reassurance of space between us.

I delicately chop the apples into thin slivers, gingerly slicing them with a confidence. After I finish with the first apple, I gestured to Kaz, who was sulking as he watched, for him to attempt at the feat. "The trick is to remember it's an apple, not a human threat," I said and patted his jacket-covered shoulder. He flinched, but began to cut the apples.

I sprinkled cinnamon and sugar onto the perfect —and the ones Kaz sliced- apple slivers before placing them over the gas stove. There was really no need for such an expensive boat when I bought it, but I'm glad I did.

"You did a good job," I complimented with a grin, skirting around the kitchen with pep. "Now, we need to make the sandwiches. I'm gonna keep you on slicing duty, alright?" He nodded and began to slice meat and cheese into thick sheets. I watched him methodically go through the motions of the repetitive task before he looked up at me,

"Get me the lettuce." His teasing smirk seemed to whisper to me, I saw you staring. I blushed slightly as his scarred lips had curved into a smile.

"I will if you use your manners," I purred while retrieving the bread from the cupboard. He sighed before giving me a mocking, dreamy look,

"My dearest Y/n, my darling, would you please get me the lettuce, my little Crow," his voice was sweet and immitated mine a twinge, asshole. I tossed him a bag of lettuce and began roasting the bread.

"You're lucky you're not a target with expensive jewelry, or you'd be met with an intimate reaction," I retorted at his slyness, but I couldn't help but wondered if my face was beet red.

Kaz and I continued to cook up the paninis and apple chips with little incident, Kaz did almost cut a finger off, but he was fine.

Dinner was served to everyone by myself and Kaz, each sandwich looked intricate and appetizing. Nina made a satisfied noise as she bit into the cheese-and-meat filled bread. I laughed slightly and took a bite as well, it was very good. Thick globs of cheese poured down the sides of the crisp bread and perfectly seasoned meat sat inbetween the top layer of bread and cheese.

"Y/n, Kaz, this is the second best thing I've ever put in my mouth," Jesper praised. Wylan giggled as they held hands and smiled. Matthias gave me an approving nod as he sat at Nina's hip, and Inej smiled at me with kind eyes.

"I shouldn't get too much credit, Kaz did chop up stuff... and almost his finger- but he did great," I grinned at my tease and leaned towards his stiff sitting posture as he ate. Everyone laughed with no ill intent, but Kaz huffed with an irritated look.

"If you're so good at cooking, why do we all have to take turns cooking each night?" His eyes stared me down, the question seemed rhetorical; a way to shut me up. I can't let that happen.

"I'm paying you all, might as well get my money's worth." I laughed, and the beginnings of a smile twitched on Kaz's scarred lips. His really nice lips. If I could trace the scars every night before I slept I would, but if felt uncomfortable to think about. I don't ever feel like this...

The night ended fine, no one brought up the pirate incident from earlier, so I took today as a win. But Kaz knew, yet it didn't bother me as much as it should've.

✵ ♣ ✵

I watched in horror, for what felt like eons strung together into a much longer expanse of torment. My mother was tied up on the ledge of a wooden plank jutting off a ship, eyes puffy from crying. Her limbs were red and bloody from the ropes keeping her from grasping freedom. I stood next to my father, his tall figure looming over me with resemblance to a demonic entity. His grip on my frail shoulders squeezed tighter as he turned to me.

"Do it,"

I woke up to the thunk of my head making contact with the bunk above me; the empty bunk initially reserved for Kaz. I didn't kill her, I didn't do it. I continued to say these words until I felt I could beleive them, for tonight.

Sleep would only plunge me back into the sea of that dream again, so I silently, attempting to not wake anyone up, walked up the cabin's steps. When I reached the mast of the boat, my eyes fell on those of a scar-covered boy. He sat against the crates near the front of the tall beam holding the sails high. He looked at me with empty, glazed over eyes. Gray bags prominent and hair unkept. He looked like a meek kid rather than a Gang boss. Maybe he was just both.

"Nightmare?" I asked and sat next to him, and to my surprise, he didn't move away.

"Yeah,"

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Word Count: 2292

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I had a good time thinking of the backstory for this character, though my knowledge of pirates is pretty limited. Hope you enjoyed the ocean puns, my bisexuality made me do it

-Valentine

[eliza-styx]

Ghost x Soap fics masterpost

It’s been crazy five weeks since I returned to writing fanfiction at full speed so I figured it’s time to highlight all the ghoap fics I wrote so far, in case anyone is interested in checking out my work. The fandom is really lively and so many fics are written for the ship that it gets lost in the sauce quite fast but I figure some of these are still bangers you may wanna consider reading!

1. Heart of Stone, Simon Riley A fluffy take on what could have happened in-between missions, it’s just tooth-rotting fest of cuteness with minor hurt/comfort elements

2. Simon and the Ghost

First fic I wrote for this fandom, a take on Simon vs Ghost internal conflict and his so totally mysterious feelings for Soap, a little sappy, a little humorous

3. Pillow Talk

Ghost’s survivors guilt gives him nightmares but Soap is there to hold him through it, a notch angsty, hurt/comfort, pre-slash

4. Hopeless Christmas Interventions

Soap impulsively invites Ghost to his parents’ house for Christmas and his parents treat him as if he was Soap’s boyfriend, which he totally, absolutely is not; it’s pure, unfiltered Christmas fluff and Soap’s parents are the parents we all deserve

5. Simon and the Soap

This is a nsfw sequel to Simon and the Ghost, they are switches in this one because why the heck not, pretty sappy for pwp

6. His Healing Touch

The angstiest take on Ghost’s trauma I’ve commited so far, mostly focuses on his sexual trauma and the trust between him and Soap that lets him reconnect with that side of himself, nsfw, bottom!Ghost, top!Soap, turns quite sappy and romantic

7. Dabloon For Your Thoughts

This is a crack!fic that people didn’t trust to read lol It’s fluffy, it’s cute and it’s not as ooc as you may think, it’s just them falling in love during a very unrealistic journey, based on a tiktok prompt

8. Chodź (Pocałuj Mnie)

The first ghoap fic to be posted on ao3 in Polish, it’s sweet and erotic (and someone said it reads well even through google translate)

9. Between Soft Strands A fluffy little thing about Ghost being obsessed with Soap’s hair and yearning to touch it, soft with just a dash of teasing

10. Don’t Tell Him It’s Me A loosely defined romcom au wherein Ghost and Soap sort of date before they meet on the mission but Soap does not recognize his “boyfriend” behind the skull mask

11. Overgrowth

Cute silly fic inspired by bearded Soap craze on Twitter, Ghost just has a thing for Soap’s beard

12. My Heart At Home

A collab with MizuShiba, companion piece for their stunning fanart!

13. Sweet

Just Soap and Ghost being sweet and vulnerable, slow dancing at night

14. Cat Dad

141 have a kitten now and it basically thinks Ghost is its mommy

15. Blowing Off Steam

Rated E, PWP with a sappy ending, sparring match gone sexual

16. The Sweetest Flower Wild Nature Yields

Flowershop AU

17. Trapped By You

Rated E, porn with a bit of plot

18. Rutting For You

Rated E, untraditional a/b/o, alpha x alpha, porn with a hint of plot, may have a sequel at some point

19. Slipping Up (co-written with Starry)

hurt/comfort, tw: for drinking as a coping mechanism

20. The Maskmaker

pure fluff, written for MW2 fic/art exchange

21. The Heart At Fault

angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, tw character injury

22. Retraced

Rated E, porn with feelings, body imagine issues

23.Tenderly

Rated E, porn with feelings, ftm trans Soap

[sunflower-butch]

And if I made a semi-D&D based Dablooniverse TTRPG, what then? Hm, what then?

Initial thoughts:

Basically everyone is a little anthropomorphic cat traveler

Keep some D&D stats, but not all: Strength, Dexterity, Intelligence stay. See also: Cuteness (basically Charisma), Mischief, Magic

Races -> Breeds which affect stats. Up to you and the GM, but basic formula being every breed gets +2 in one stat and -1 in the other, you can also forgo specifying a breed and just pick a stat to increase and one to decrease

Stats are rolled 2d6 +6, so 8-18 before additions

I’m still thinking about the leveling system but it will probably go along with a sort of D&D style system

(Orange cats get +2 cuteness and -1 intelligence because come on)

Classes get simplified down somewhat. Essentially barbarian, bard, mage, ranger, rogue, maybe a basic fighter. Mostly just simplifying the casters because there are So Many and they are needlessly complex. Probably dropping subclass, but maybe including things like specializations? (Alternative idea, Fighter -> barbarian, ranger, rogue, monk for specializations, Mage -> potion maker, healer, battlemage specializations type shit)

Backgrounds being occupations like fisher, farmer, potion maker and provide different skill proficiencies.

Skill checks are still based on stats and the GM decides what makes the most sense in the moment??

Still using the d20 system

In game culture places a lot of value on food. Most foods and rest stops provide limited magical healing and buffs

Taverns are seen as culturally important as well. They’re community gathering places, rest stops, places of healing and whatnot. Stores are also important, and item bartering happens just as much as dabloon purchases

Surprising lack of large cities, more often small villages with warm communities and cottages and cabins and random taverns on the road

Look I’m making this shit wholesome, sue me

Obviously in world currency is dabloons. You only ever gain or lose them in multiples of 4 for unknown reasons

Emphasis on keys as symbolism and cultural imagery. Why, you may ask? I have received at least 5 strange keys from dabloontok and idk what they do

Other animals exist, but for the most part it is cats

There are familiars and horses still, maybe some dragons

Ofc there’s a thieve’s guild and little cat robbers but encountering them isn’t an immediate loss, you can fight or reason with them

I have a whole main quest line worked out in my head but I’m not putting it here because I’m running a game at some point with some of y’all and you’re not getting spoilers 🗡

Gonna type everything in a Doc and make it Fancy like an Official Player’s Handbook at some point but I don’t have my laptop so you’re getting disorganized thoughts

Please please please let me know if y’all have thoughts or suggestions 👀

[smokeys-house]

will puukko offer me just…..one (1) dabloon….

Puukko's Pirate Tales (4)

"Just one, you say? And you'll spend it wisely, I presume? Aye, I'm supposin' you'll have earned it." The fluffy moomin, standing far taller than you, reaches under her capelet. She sticks her tongue out a bit and bites it while she searches around in her pockets. She's clearly hamming it up at your expense. It's a rare occurrence to be out and about with her, rarer still for her to visit somewhere as populated as the fairgrounds.

"Ah, here we are!" She removes a small drawstring pouch. It's embroidered in swirls of gold and red, along with her name handily stitched across the front. She takes a seat on a nearby bench, patting the seat next to her and gesturing for you to sit as well. She's intentionally laborious as she loosens the pouch, and pulls from it one shining coin. You reach up for the coin, but before you can grab it she makes it 'disappear' behind one of her large paws.

"I'll bet ye didn't know I was magic!" She chuckles heartily, slapping her knee. If not magic, she at least knew how to make herself laugh. "But as I recall it, I knew a few folk that were. Magic, I mean. Nothing like what ye read in a dime novel." It's clear you're in for a story, and likely not getting that coin until after. She waves her paws to and fro, with no shortage of ominous 'wooing', before pulling the coin out from behind your ear.

"As with most of m' stories, this one takes place during my pirate days. Me crew and I were out on the town, celebratin'. By this time I'd already made a name for myself, what with that duel in Marseille and already bein' put in the papers for piracy a few times afore then. Bounty posters up and about. Thing about that kind of notoriety is when yer at port, folk treat you all sorts of funny. When yer just a pirate, folks stay outta yer way. But when the papers stop saying things like 'ruthless scoundrel' and they start sellin' romance stories, y' start meeting all kinds of strange folk."

She rolled the coin idly across her knuckles. "Never should've gone home with that writer. But what can I say? She had a way with words!" She guffawed loudly, before realizing you probably weren't the audience for that kind of story.

"Ahem. Anyway…" by now the din of the fairground had settled below your ears, and your patience had thickened after her intentional testing of it. There's a time and a place for stories, but you can't help but to listen. Attentive listening is one thing, but she had a way of keeping you involved in the story. She'd check in on you with a glance or a gentle pat.

"Marion and I had gone out on our own away from the crew. Found a quiet little pub, knocked back a few. We were immediately beset upon by a fellow what called himself 'The Puzzler'. Started off harmless enough, card tricks and the like. Real amusing stuff, led up to some less than explainable tricks. He made thing appear from nothin', changed clothes in an instant, and best of all he could shoot fire from his paws!" She had stood up and with each description she gestured grandly, mimicking sounds. It would be a little embarrassing being in the company of an old woman making 'whooshing' sounds pretending to throw balls of fire if it weren't at a fairground. Either way, it's difficult not to enjoy her silly nature.

"Thing that set it off though was when he started makin' doubloons disappear. Not the way I did, he snatched the pouch right off my belt and vanished in a puff of smoke! Albeit, not very far." She flipped the coin into the air, and made it vanish once more. She had been performing coin tricks on and off during her storytelling.

"Saw him make a face at me as he made his way out the door. I'm half drunk and a poor sport so I throw myself from my chair and give chase. Marion's too busy laughing at me to follow for the moment, wouldn't be till after I found out she stayed behind to finish her drink! And mine, too! She was a regular scoundrel, that one." Her voice was filled with affection.

"So I'm stumbling after Mr. 'Puzzler', and it's quite the riot. The legendary Capitan Whetstone chasing after a colorfully dressed muddler fella throwing fireworks all throughout the alleyways! Guards start up their hootin' n' hollerin' and join the chase, stompin' after me and my new friend. They cut him off 'round a bend, and what does he do? He waves his paws, and they fall asleep!" She flips the coin up and catches it on her snout, garnering a faint 'oooh' from the crowd of children that have gathered around to watch the old woman doing coin tricks. She looks straight up, the coin sliding off her head and down her back, into her waiting paw.

"After what felt like hours, I'd finally given up and slunk back to the bar to meet up with Marion. She starts pokin' all sorts of fun at me and if it weren't for all the thick fur, I'd have been beet red. And who joins in on the fun but the Puzzler, appearing as if from thin air behind Marion. He tossed my pouch back to me without so much as a single coin missing." She removes three coins from the pouch, and flips them high into the air in quick succession. She catches two of them on her snout, one after the other, but the third slips off to a resounding 'aww' from the kids watching. One of the Woodies among the group waddles forward, picks up the coin and places it gently on Puukko's knee. She pats them on the head and continues her story.

"I checked the pouch, it was all there as far as I could tell. Doubloons, reales, trinkets and things. He said something along the lines of 'The feeeearsome Capitan Whetstone! Fleeced by mere parlor tricks! Fooled by frippery! I simply must delight! Ha! Ha! Ha!' Had a funny way of talkin'." She tastelessly blew a raspberry after mocking him, which got some chuckles from the crowd.

"I may or may not have given into my anger, but I figured there weren't no point in fightin' a man that can disappear at will. Luckily for me, though, he seemed happy enough to cover our tab. He spent that evening with Marion and I at the pub, and by the end of it I reckon we were pals. He was a real hoot! 'Fore Marion n' I headed out, he told me to check behind my ear. He had left me a blank card, said I'd know what to do with it if I needed his particular talents. Even taught me a thing or two, he did. We worked together on a few things after that, but I didn't never figure out what to do with the card! Still got it somewhere. He was probably just messing with me. Maybe I'll see him again someday. Maybe he'll finally teach me how to shoot fire from me paws!" She made a whooshing sound as she playfully attacked the group in front of her.

She dumps the coins back into the pouch, and sets it in your lap. She chuckles mirthfully and leans back on the bench, crossing her legs and throwing her arms behind her head. "Well ye earned it. Go get us something tasty to share." She nods her head in the direction of a stall serving various fried goods. "Make sure to get something for the lil'uns here, too!" She shouts to you from behind as you make your way to purchase a well deserved treat.

[cabinette]

i hope it's not too late for anonymous questions hour - talk to me about your ocs! any which ones you want! i notice you've been drawing a lot of cool robots lately. :)

Waugh!!!!! woot woot !!!! Okay I got a few minutes on my hands today

I've been really wanting to talk about an oldie which is a guy called Castiel! (awe fuck. oh shit. oh my god. He's not a robot sorry!)

I haven't drawn him since forever, but heres an old redraw i did of the 4 dabloon meme with him lmfao

His whole deal is that he's a piece of shit demon that was both too righteous for hell and too conceited for heaven, Only revealing his true nature after working under both god and satans wing for around uhh, 20 millenia or so? Gathering enough dirty gossip and important information that could jeopardise both of them. You see, instead of heaven and hell being their own seperate lands, they are instead workplaces- Endless mazes of office-filled buildings, one is just nicer! God and Satan can't answer all the oujia boards and the prayers all on their own, so they've assigned their angels and demons to do it for them. You see, Castiel here is horribly valued to both Satan AND God, after he got ahold of important "information" on both of them. Because of this he's earned a reputation of being INCREDIBLE at keeping a secret. And after he efficiently solved an economy crisis in the sea gods domain (it's like atlantis, but with crab and shrimp people. you get the deal.) he catches himself finding deities at his front door asking for favours, or lost demigods looking for an altar to commune with their godly parents. He's regarded as a sort of Big Brother figure to a majority of the people he comes across.... (As much as he hates this, forced family is an inevitable trope!)

His red skin is a side effect of his time in hell, and his pure white hair is a side effect of the whole sun-touched deal that the angels have up there, think rapuzel glowy stuff. He's got a magical suitcase that can store secrets and stories as well as favours, if you don't keep a promise, contract, deal, bargain, et cetera made to him, he'll let out the broken "Promise" In the form of a vengeful ghost!!!! going after you forever !!!!! raaaah !!!!!!!

Now, since God and Satan cannot pass into eachothers domains, and they don't want to constantly organise a date on when to pass Castiel between their corporates, they simply let him live a life on earth and stop by whenever they want. His house is just a regular suburban home lmfaoooo

Anyway, that's Castiel, my silly secrets dude :) a little fucked in the head but thats alright! I don't have any proper artwork besides from this (and considering his rp took place like 2 years ago) So I'm sorry I can't give more visuals of him lol

here are some fun-ish facts about him!

Castiel's got so many secrets under his belt that the people around him have made a habit of saying. "this is between me and Castiel." as a sort of play on the words "This is between me and god"

A sea god flooded his house with gold and saltwater one time after Castiel went on a "Date" with him (Castiel just needed to draw information out of him for a client)

He tried to romance a pretty flower nymph while drunk, and now he has an EXTREMELY bad petunia problem.

Has yoga sessions with some of his angel pals every sunday morning, yeah, like, the biblically accurate kind.

Accidentally disintegrated the mayor of a small town because he forgot his suitcase by a desk

British

[hahaheart1]

A fledgling bird owner? How lovely! 

I hope your darlin’ bird enjoys you purchase!

We have a large selection of seeds, feel free to choose your favourite!

Golden corn! Used for increasing intelligence, it tastes like corn based cereal, but a little to the left. Sowed and grown in the sunshine fields, satisfaction guaranteed!

Rainbow pellets! People have reported an immediate increase of short and long term happiness in their lovely pets. Sweet, but still healthy, tastes like pop rocks, albeit without the pop haha.

And now for ye olde normal seeds. Good for the heart, the brain, general constitution and full of fiber. Tastes like. Well. Seeds! If your bird is sensitive to magic adjacent food, then this would be your best bet, as they’re as normal as normal can be :].

I hope your bird does well! Thank you for visiting, and you’re welcome!

Each item is 5 dabloons, but if you buy all four (4) you can get a package deal, and have a grand total of 17 dabloons for 4 items! (15% off!!)

@princepossum17 Have a grand time raising your owl!

Link to Anything and Everything store. Feel free to visit again, tell ya friends, you know the drill /lh

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Do your IRL friends know about your RP? + Who’s your least favorite character from your muse’s source? + Tell something you want others to know about you.

from munday prompts [accepting!!]

1. i. ah. ahaha. don’t have any irl friends :,) my social anxiety is actually ridiculous hhh. my only irl friend is my partner and i met them thru rp actually lol so 🤷🏽‍♀️ sad answer but oh well lmao

2. tbh i’m glad gilligan died in ds3 canon i do not like him sam i am

3. i have the best cat in the whole wide world uwu

four (4) dabloons

ty ty!!💕