#moss my beloved /platonic

[gay4way]

grey i feel like today's the day the lack of sleep's gonna loop back around and you'll go to bed really early

yeah maybe but i wanna go to bed noww :c im sleepy but it’s too bright and my knee hurts really bad

[itwaswritten-inblood]

not a request but i'm absolutely in love with your art style <3333

AHH THANK YOU!!! <333

[wayfayrr]

ok so you didn't give a like request limit and i'm aro and kind of starved for platonic writing so i'll try to keep a lid on it! but "I showed you genuine kindness and it was maybe the first time you’d ever experienced it and accidentally ended up becoming more of a parent to you than your “real” blood family ever was. Uh. Do you want to play catch in the park or" with hyrule?

Don't worry about it, I get being starved for representation which is part of why I reblogged them as prompts <3 (also lol I imagine for this reader and rulie are similar ages but reader is just a couple years or so older think like 19/16 kinda gap almost)

The rest of the chain were starting to pick up on how close you and rulie had gotten as of recent. From the minute you'd first ruffled his hair sitting at the campfire, the dynamic started to shift.

It was almost as if he was trying to please you, similar to a kid trying to prove himself to a parent with wind seeing some similarities between how he acted with linebeck.

It only really started to matter when they noticed that he'd prioritise your healing, not much, but enough to notice his favouritism. Just enough for you to have to tell him to rest, that you'd be fine, that he didn't need to stress over it.

But it all got confusing when the links started to refer to him with your last name, especially with how confused they were when they did it. Coincidentally it just had to happen when they were all in your world again, leading to your current line of questioning.

"So... I showed you genuine kindness and it was maybe the first time you’d ever experienced it and accidentally ended up becoming more of a parent to you than your “real” blood family ever was?"

"Yeah."

"Is that why the others..."

"I am a fae, I thought it would be more fitting for me to share your name."

"Okay, okay that's fine. Well uh, do you want to play catch in the park or go talk about this?"

[artistic-scribbles]

awwwh <33333

same goez 4 you by the way <33333333

[synthshenanigans]

hey i made a thing :}

[offtherailsraccoon]

TELL ME MORE OF YOUR HEADCANONS >:3 me wanna draw thema! anyones ideas to be honest-

- @cupidl0vesy0u

Cupid, my platonic beloved, you know i could NEVER ignore such a request. However, ya girl is seriously lacking in drawing worthy headcanons and just good headcanons in general so this is the best i could get, but THANK YOOUUU FOR PROMPTING ME TO TALK MORE ABOUT MY SILLY LITTLE HEADCANONS!!!!!

 —Tommy’s full name was Tommy Kraken Coward Careful Danger Innit, and on government or professional documents it was shortened to Tommy K. C. C. U. Innit. 

    The name ‘Tommy’ was given by Wilbur at their first meeting. Wilbur—even as young and inexperienced in reading people as he was at the time—was able to see the fierce determination to survive that shone in the younger's eyes as he ushered a smaller Tubbo behind him, using his free hand to wield a dirty stick as a make-shift sword; not unlike a soldier.

—Tommy's natural hair color was actually a golden brown—just a few shades lighter than Wilbur’s—but they dyed it to blonde when Tubbo dyed his natural blonde hair to brown. 

   However, he was forced to go back to being a brunette post-exile, mostly due to the fact it was too matted and unhealthy to even try to save, forcing him to get the messiest buzz cut ever.

    They re-dyed it sometime before The Prison Incident but allowed it to grow slightly past his shoulders even after revival and didn't care to deal with the brown roots. The length felt suffocating and claustrophobic, but he found comfort in the familiar feeling; even going as far as to purposefully only do half-up hairstyles. His personal favorite was half-up pigtails.

—Tommy always had, at the very least, five blades hidden in various places on his person at all times, to settle their intense paranoia; even as far as to have a razor blade kept under his tongue.

—Despite their bad experiences with heights, Tommy enjoyed sitting in high places and childishly swinging their legs off the edge. From this Tommy had grown into a very agile climber.

—Contrary to popular belief, Tommy was quite skilled in dealing with kids, so he'd often babysit the younger generation of the server in exchange for things only he found valuable such as mud, cobblestone, trinkets, moss, golden apples, bells of any sort, and cool rocks.

—Tommy found it difficult to tell that they're alive, and would occasionally spend days in a haze until someone reminded him to breathe.

   On those days—the days they felt like a mindless zombie roaming around without purpose, and he could swear he smelled of rot—plants would droop and wilt around him; a side effect of his reeking necromancy.

—Since his resurrection, butterflies have begun to flock Tommy, which left him to constantly wave them away. 

    They suspected it was due to the various flowers they kept sticking out of their pockets. Tommy does this not only because he simply likes picking flowers and collecting them, but also as a habit from war to ward away the rotten smell of the fallen soldiers.

—When they purposefully thought back to it, Tommy found that their memories of Logstedshire were oddly hazy and difficult to differentiate from the others. 

    Although, on the occasion something occurred that reminded him of the unwelcomed remembrances, he’d often undergo an intense PTSD-induced flashback, which acted as a painful reawakening for not only the same overwhelming emotional state they were in all that time ago, but also the physical pain they indured at the time of the traumatic event they "revisited".

—Tommy never cared much for their health more than the basic survival needs up until he met Tubbo and started tending to the goat’s wounds; Tubbo had very little experience with the streets when he had met Tommy, and Tommy felt a primitive obligation to help the older boy. 

    By treating the tiny injuries on Tubbo, most of which he wouldn't look twice at if he were to get them himself, Tommy learned of his natural affinity for first aid.

   Later in life, Niki taught them more complex first aid; and for as long as it took to learn, Tommy was Niki's apprentice in the earlier wars—which proved quite difficult to do considering Tommy had to simultaneously juggle the responsibility of being a young General as well as a military strategist.

—After Exile, Tommy picked up both crocheting and knitting as a coping mechanism and as a way to get used to their prosthetic hand, per Puffy’s request.    

    However, this proved to be difficult because the various explosions in Exile had eventually tore up the palms of his hands enough that they held a constant, involuntary tremble from nerve damage.

  Tommy, being the workaholic they were, would frequently crochet or knit well past the point of their fingers aching.

—Their own hygiene has never been much of a priority for Tommy, and by extension, neither were showers.

   Not only did they frequently forget, because they didn't consider it important enough to remember, but they also found it unbelievably inconvenient, both time wise and because of his scars. Tommy was covered head-to-toe in scars of various types and origins, to the point that they couldn't stand looking at himself even in mirrors, whether it was because they could no longer recognize themself, or because the scars only provided reminders. Most of the scars were so sensitive that even running water over them caused unbearable pain, especially the permanently cold water from their dirt hut. 

    As a solution, Tubbo and Ranboo would check on Tommy every few days to see if they had taken a shower—as well as his well being, but he didn't need to know that—and if he hadn't, they would have the younger come over and gently pressure him into taking a shower on low pressure with the lights off.

—The Godling of Mischief, who preferred the chosen name of ‘Drista’, was a lesser known Godling only ever found in the form of a small pixie, dressed in red, white, and black jester attire with star detailing. 

    Drista resembled a thorn covered doll carved from twisting wood,  with a large wind-up key in her middle back, and doll-like joints that would emit an eerie clicking sound with every jittery motion; her  movements were erratic and twitchy, as if controlled by some unseen force. She has a humanoid figure with digitigrade legs, a second set of arms, eight insectoid wings, and a grotesque face too hard to describe; Drista would often don a porcelain mask that covers her entire face, designed to look like an entirely different face with an glaring expression, painted with stereotypical clown makeup. (<- not too happy with this because the inspiration behind the face is a VERY difficult to explain mask i found on pinterest)

—As an effect of having to take care of Wilbur most of their life, Tommy had grown quite a skill in cooking, enough that they were considered the second best chef on the server, right behind Technoblade's potato dishes.

    Tommy would occasionally even practice baking as well, though, they weren’t as good at it as they were with cooking. Because of this, Tubbo and Ranboo—who both lack the ability of cooking quality food despite both being adults, tax-payers, and parents—would always rely on him to cook the important food when an occasion occurs.

—At some point in late Exile, Dream had taken to carving a crude and messy Glasgow grin into Tommy’s face as a grotesque replica of the mask the older is known so well to wear. There wasn’t much to do about it when it was still healing and delicate enough for the stitches to pop open at even the slightest movement, but as soon as it had completely healed—which was well into his stay with Technoblade—Tommy subconsciously started a habit of scratching it as a way to fidget. Over time it got bad enough that they had managed to scratch a gaping hole through their right cheek, leaving their teeth visible. (<- i totally did made this on the spot for this very post and it needs to be re-done but i have no clue how lolol)

—After Wilbur’s death, Tommy took ownership of his trench coat and adamantly refused to alter the dimensions of it to better fit them.

—Tommy had lingering slight animalistic body language from when he was raised from the age of four to eight by packs of wolves. (<- i wish i could elaborate but I DON'T KNOW HOOOWWWWAUH)

By sending this you single-handedly brought back my will and motivation to write so i thank you again !!

also its crazy how much i think about ctommy and only ctommy

[akalikestodraw]

Hi this will kinda serve as my introductory post

(p.s if anyone who knows me irl reads this please don't be a bully or queer phobic about it or tell other people irl about this I'm being serious if you do I'll block you and don't expect me to be happy to see you >:[ /srs/vneg)

Names:Aka

Coco,Rusty, Riptide and Moss are other names you can use too(names of kintypes but idc)

My legal name is a big ol' no no >:(

(But if we're moots feel free to come up with some silly nicknames for me :3)

Im a black artist

Important addition + another one

Might have undiagnosed autism + adhd

Orientation: Omni/pan, polyamarous, autospec and aroace-spec

Gender: agender transmasc

Otherkin info and stuff :p

bear cladotherian

husky therian

Forest dragon therian

Coastal sea wolf otherlink

Domestic cat hearttype

Plushkin

ii lightbulb fictionkin

ii goo fictionkin

Pronouns:cub/pup/it/fae(<- high pref for these rn)/xe/they/he/any(except she/her) :3

Nationality:LiSwati🇸🇿

Timezone:Central African Time(CAT)

Bday:Dec 15

Im multi fandom :]

Fandoms im in include:

The osc,tadc,bee and puppy cat,hilda,kipo and a bunch of other cartoons and stuff

My interests include: crocheting,drawing, animation and playing games(mostly video games) :p

Fav colours are purple ,blue and orange

Also forgot to add this but Im a minor so lets keep thing sfw on here

Dtiys to celebrate 700+ followers🎉

Dni list:

Nsfw blogs,racists,homophobes,terfs,ableists,zoos, Zionists,pro Israel,comship,darkship proshippers,anticopinglink/funlink,antitherians,antifurries and any other not morally good people

Thin ice:

Ppl over the age of 25(don't be creeps is all I ask of yall) and those under 13 unless we're moots

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Art reqs are open :3

But they might take a while so be patient

My artfight

My toyhouse :3

P.s any hearts(<3) and variations of ily I send are meant platonically

Dragon designs and ocs under the cut

Lightbulb's dragon design

Baseball's dragon design

Knife's dragon design

Salt and pepper's dragon designs

Pickle's dragon design

Balloon's dragon design

Yinyang's dragon design

Paper's dragon design

Nickel's dragon design

Mic's dragon design

Painty's dragon design

Mp4's dragon design

Candle's dragon design

Floory's dragon design

@pebiejeebies and @lyeistired are my beloved internet siblings :3c

Sona refs

Fursonas

[magmethius]

6 Songs - Moss

got tagged by @vestigialpersonality to do one of these and i sure do love making me some character playlists so here's stuff for Moss, my tavflayer from my post-game emperor fics. their favorite instrument is the harp and in their old life they were a druid, so i typically associate them with softer, contemplative instrumental pieces.

(using this opportunity to shill this art of them by @tricksterwish <3)

1: An event that defines your character's past.

ah, this one's rough...

moss's pre-bg3-events past is largely unimportant to them. the one thing they carry with them from their old life is a tendency to define themselves through those around them. they've never seen themselves as an individual outside the context of other people - for instance, they've always been drawn to nature and healing, but is that really them, or is that because they were raised by a druid circle and knew nothing else of the world?

the only things they could ever really claim were theirs were their love for mushrooms, and for the stars. their name - being an orphan, they didn't have one, not until they were expected to pick one during their 'graduation' - was the first and only time they made a decision that was purely theirs, and not suggested to them by someone else.

until they chose to become a squid, of course.

so, anyway, here's a song for blooming into individuality!:

2: How your character sees themselves.

a drifter, a traveler, one who wants to be one with nature but also wants to see it all. (with their beloved, of course.) i think they'd resonate with this song:

send me to the mountains, let me go free forever i'll be running through the forest, dancing through the fields like this, forever, and ever, and ever leave me where the moonbeams carve through the leaves like blades lay me in the tall grown grass in a shallow grave let it have me i've got a place in the world, and i've found my way out in the night, all alone, in the way out there

i ain't lonely are you?

3: How others view them.

those not privy to their anxieties probably think of them as stubborn and optimistic to a fault. they want to make better the lives of everyone around them, and they're a total sap while doing it, too.

so, obviously:

if i could change the world, i would be the sunlight in your universe

4: Their closest relationship, romantic or platonic.

so, this is from The Beloathed Gacha, but just give it a listen:

5: A major fight scene.

moss and their final boss involves loss of memory, loss of identity, and - the threat of loss of everything else, really. it tortures them for months and finally threatens to consume them entirely.

we dug these holes we crawled into, now they're my home down here i cannot feel the wind, can't feel the rain or cold

look at me, oh, look at me is this the way i've always been? here i am, oh, here i am oh, when will someone understand?

6: End credits song.

well, with my eternal thesis being 'love is the answer'...

and when you say my name, like white horses on the waves i think it feels the same as an ocean in my veins and you'll be diving in like nothing is out of place

home at last~

[rel124c41]

WALT DISNEY WORMDOG II. jade leech/oc

please contact your local doctor if you are experiencing the following symptoms: prophetic dreams, the feeling that someone is calling from across the water and from across the wave, midnight visitors, scars from sand, new friendships, black blood coming out your ears but NOT your nose, inhuman strength, canine teeth on your throat, & the philosophy that we should move on from our past and never let it hold us back from the possibilities of tomorrow.

a/n: in a garden, where nothing grows and it is always dark.

tags: malleus-centric; emotional hurt/comfort; blood and gore; friendship / platonic relationship; immortality (but not really!)

word count: 1,287

It is a building with sodden floorboards, bacterial infections of moss that make up their own continents, and spiderwebs stretching on walls. A perfume spritz of palpable despair like nothing good is ever going to happen lingers heavy in the air. Ramshackled, it is a building that Malleus Draconia has found brings him fleeting flickers of comfort in an otherwise despairful life.

Yet, when arriving, someone has made a home in the dark and damp.

On the tip of Malleus’s tongue, words breathe new death instead of new life, “Although, one day, you may come to regret even looking in my direction.”

Ah but how Marion had stared!

With a rage Malleus has never been privy, his beloved Child of Man – Leaning on his sword. Cutting a mouth into an expensive, Briar Valley imported rug and its pattern. Hunched over and resisting a powerful spell that unravels fibers in his mortal shell down to the hair on his genitals and to the cavities in his teeth. Panting like a hungered beast who caught a whiff of blood in the air. – had stared unyieldingly into his soul.

His soul where it always rains.

His soul where it always is dark.

His soul where nothing grows in dark rain.

Marion refused to blink once. Both knew one mere blink would usher him into a coma. Green challenged green. The magicless challenged the second most powerful mage on Earth’s fragile, thorny intestines.

He wants to behead me, slaughter me down to my atoms, rip my arm out of its socket like we are nothing but Beowulf and Grendel dancing together at the end of the world. A lovely thought in Malleus’s head.

Marion, using the momentum from pushing himself off his claymore’s pommel hilt, raises up both his hands, fully intending to choke the last breath out of Malleus.

Good. Feel my pulse die under your fingers. My dearest friend.

“How do you know if you have a soul?”

Marion’s hair is singed down to the roots. Malleus is still trying to get used to the new look so he has to ask Marion to repeat the question, to make sure it is his voice actually talking with that new face. Sweat like gasoline on his skin, chest pounding breathlessly, the question exits out his mouth again. His burnt right hand clenches when Malleus answers.

“The fibers of a soul are founded in your philosophies and your life. Are you weighing whether you have morals or a breath?”

“I don’t think I’m alive.”

Malleus presses his ungloved palm under Marion’s shirt. Feels the rapid rabbit rhythm of his mortal heart after their training spar – battle bigger foe Silver had suggested after Marion returned from the Island of Woes. Both wounds from yellow sand and blue fire spread down his pectorals where the roots of his heart’s arteries start.

The prince’s hand feels cold like death.

“No. You are mistaken, Child of Man.”

Isn’t that a double negative?

When the tremors finally end, when everyone has fallen asleep, Malleus lays with Marion in his lap. The throne accepts both their weight like a familiar bed. Warm globs of black oscillate up and down soporific, in a pattern that mimics lava lamps. Like putting two coins over the deceased, Malleus presses a kiss on each closed eyelid.

Malleus looks at the heart in his hand with disinterest.

Everything since they all woke up has been disinteresting. It is so tedious and dull. It is like laying on a lawn-chair in summer yet being bothered relentlessly by mosquitoes and bees and flies. Malleus cannot even enjoy the sun, having to keep swatting and swatting. In the blood-scented summer air, he turns his nose up at the insects, bored. There is one clear victor and Marion (who always estimates the winner correctly) should know it well.

If he did not before, he definitely knows now. Idia can rerun the routes and calculations as much as he wants; nothing changes in the desolate dark of Malleus’s storm. Nothing grows.

Whispered under the thunder and rain, a man gurgles and spits. It is irksome like buzzing. In his vice grip, the heart clogged with blotting blood beats steady and rhythmic. Some of the arteries are still cascading in arches towards the chest this heart was taken from, like spaghetti between two different pairs of lips.

The skin of the heart is pallid bluish-black. Like what Malleus holds in his hand has been bruised continuously or has been bruised so hard that it became a tattoo upon him. Speckles of rain trail over the veiny organ in rivulets.

Disinterested, Malleus drops Marion’s heart on the ground.

i dont want to be left alone.

His jaw is blown off by a mage’s powerful spell.

I don’t want to be left alone.

The atomic blast from Styx technology blows his left arm off.

I don’t want to be left alone!

He disintegrates into asb when a clawed hand touches his nape.

I don’t want to be left alone!!

His horns are torn out of his skull by hulking hands.

I DON’T WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!

A sword pierces his heart.

“So.” Stone crunches like leaves under his steps. “It’s just going to be us at the end of the world.”

Malleus’s green eyes are bloodshot. His marks on his forehead hurt and tense when he looks up. There is a kindness rather than poison in a humane hue of green, unlike what Malleus eyes have always been like. People fear the eyes of Malleus Draconia like he is vengeful as a vexed Medusa. Dare he even squint, people extend their strides to escape his view.

Comfortable and at home under that viridescent gaze, Marion stands in it with a smile on his blood splattered face. He rests his left hand on his hip, almost sassy with the familiar confidence his pose exhibits. Slightly to the left, a gaping hole lies in the center of his ribcage.

Malleus can see through it, Sebek rushing towards them over the demolition of Disamonia. A place where nothing grows and it is always dark.

The peephole in Marion’s rib-cage moves when he chuckles, “Not that I mind. Heh, you’re a great conversationalist. And an even greater enemy, which is good because I would have grown bored.” The wind howls. “On the edge of the universe with no one to fight.”

“Child of Man –” Malleus has no idea what to say. All the lava bubbles of ebony have collapsed and everyone is awake. How does one apologize for overblotting and tearing the still beating heart of another man’s chest?

Marion’s green-hued gaze turns sentimental and fond. Thinking they are reviewing the nicknames they have given each other, he says, “Tsunotarou.”

Despite this, the situation is not lost on Marion. Most think he is stupid at worst and a brute at best; his intelligence is always called into question. Here and now, Marion understands the gravity of the situation as the blot in his bloodstream builds him a secondary heart. The situation? Well, he is always going to be there for his dearest friend. Forever and eternal.

Squinting through the sheets of thundering rain, Marion takes in the sight of those who run towards them. His ex-boyfriend’s frantic pace, the stumbling rush of Ace and Deuce, and the absolute jackrabbiting hops of Grim who caterwauls over the storm.

But right now, it is Marion and Malleus. At the end of the world, nothing grows there and it is nebulous with darkness. Yet?

Green eyes crinkle with mirth. How wonderful to be stuck there with his dearest friend.

[prianya]

I've bean missing you, with all these vegetables growing empire, I feel like we need something plant related request just because

A romantic request with any character of your choice, with a reader who's whole theme is plants, vegetables, fruits and whatnot. Maybe they have the biggest farm (vegetables farm that is) in the server, maybe they live and die with the cottagecore cabin, mosses, flowers, trees, hell they could be a glare hybrid just because of the whole growing with greens!

Well, hope you have a spud-tacular day my dear farmer

- 🥒

Bountiful Harvests

Ren x Reader ▪︎ Platonic

Word Count ▪︎ 466 words

Summary ▪︎ While your botanical business was solely your own, sometimes it takes two to help it grow.

Note ▪︎ Thank you, dear pickle, for your request! I hope you absolutely love it, because its made with love. Enjoy!

You had spent endless hours of work in your beloved garden, practically bending over backwards to procure every possible bulb, seed, or vine needed for that garden. The plot of land had been a grassland environment on the border of a swamp biome, and the ground was rich with nutrients. Your first few flowers, beautiful bright purple Alliums, had flourished under yourexpert care. The next few plants, gifts from off-server friends who knew of your hobby, had grown just as quickly.

Eventually, your hobby turned from a flower garden to 3 large glass greenhouses and two small fields of crops, all on one plot of land. Any plant or food that you could name, you grew it. Grains, flowers, even fruit trees and mushroom. Soon enough, the hobby had went from being a hobby to a business. Many of the hermits, no matter what reach of the server they were on, came to your greenhouses to buy ingredients. It was easier than foraging for some, and necessity of rare plants that you grew for others.

Your most common visitor was Ren, who also happened to be your boyfriend. Most recently, he had been helping you find a way to grow Warped Fungus trees in the overworld. He had built you greenhouse for the fungus with you, the project taking mere days compared to the weeks it would have taken alone. Now, as the two of you layed flat on your backs infront of the glass building, you couldn’t be more proud.

"I am so tired," you huff, swinging your arm over your forehead in an attempt to block the sun.

"I know how you feel," Ren says back, rolling over to get his eyes out of the path of the blinding light. You groan as you stay in place, fatigued from the hot weather and physical activity. Surprising enough, huge glass panes take a lot of energy to move.

"I hope this fungus actually grows,"

"With being in the desert and inside of a greenhouse, I would hope so," he rolls has eyes at your words, pushing himself to stand.

"Want to go get some water?" Ren asks, and you nod at him the best you can. You stick out your hand, and Ren grabs it and pulls you up. The two of you begin to make the trek back to your garden, and you fantasise about the much needed shade.

"Maybe you could help me build another greenhouse sometime?" You offer to Ren, and he turns to you with a deadpan expression.

"No. Never again." You pout at his words, but continue talking to him as the both of you walk away from the project.

[aliennopossumm]

Like Real People Do

Happy 11 months, @andromedaspace ! I love you more than words can describe

Pairing: currently platonic Analogical, future romantic Analogical

Warnings: some cursing, cult joke, one line mentions bullying, “nerd” used affectionately, some of Vee’s teasing makes Logan upset but xe comforts them, brief blood mention, anxiety

Characters: Logan Sanders, Virgil Berry

Character notes: autistic nonbinary Logan [they/them], autistic trans Virgil [xe/xem]

Fic summary: As they usually do, Logan adventure’s into the forest. But when they explore somewhere they haven’t been before, they meet somebody new

1,795 words 10,235 characters

Logan, despite how well they behaved academically, was never one for following orders. Whether it was pirating a video game, or staying up until 2am on a school night, they didn't mind bending a few rules. More often than not, as well, they weren't caught. Their rule breaking wasn't confined to their own apartment either, occasionally exploring the forest by their highschool, staying out ten minutes to several hours too late. No matter what weather or time, they loved to walk through the trees that towered over their, now seemingly small, self. Nature was so fascinating to them. Books about plants and animals were scattered in their room, as well as writing in a journal about their favourite parts of the world.

They brought along the book on this particular day, tucked away safely in their messenger bag, along with pens, coloured pencils and other essentials. Wind barreled through the trees and their hair, making Logan subconsciously pull their hoodie closer to their skin. It was surprisingly cold for an average windy day, possibly too cold. Logan mentally pinned it down on being close to water, taking a seat next to a large, moss-covered rock. Whilst humming along to the sound of the birds, they started to remove their journal and stationary from their bag to comment on the plants around them. They opened the book to about three-quarters through, jotting the date down on a clean page. It was starting to become difficult to find new information, laying the book open on the dirt in front of them. A small, but happy, sigh escaped their mouth, turning to the rock behind them and starting to inspect the moss, their pen balanced in their mouth.

Hardly any sound surrounded them now, only quiet chirps and now softer wind being heard. Logan looked back behind them, where-

"Oh..?" Logan breathed, now slightly concerned at the lack of their book. It wasn't as if the wind blew it away, the pencils were much lighter than the journal, and yet they were in the exact same place. Attempting to not panic, they looked to the lake first, then to the tree's, before finally looking up.

"Looking for this?" Logan gasped shakily, finding their book in the hands of a stranger.

"Give- give it back!" It became embarrassingly obvious Logan had never been in a situation even slightly similar to this one.

The stranger, dressed in dark, just laughed softly, "what even is this-" they shut the book, the only thing on the cover being a name and a small yellow, white, purple and black flag, "Logan?"

"It's a journal, now give it back!" Despite their tone attempting to be intimidating, Logan still sat on their knees, seemingly shaking. "Who... who even are you!?"

"Well, I know your name, so it's only fair if you know mine," they jumped down from where they perched on a tree branch, starting to walk over, "it's Virgil. Don't laugh."

"Why would I... I laugh?" Logan's voice was now unmasking their anxiety, watching as Virgil moved closer. Along with their dark black clothes, the way they walked only made them look more bat-like.

Virgil shrugged, crouching in front of them, "people can be rude. You're alone in a forest, you probably know that well enough." They squinted their eyes slightly at the anxious person, "but you don't look like an outcast."

"Look closer at the cover," they mumbled, biting their lip slightly. Logan turned their head away, but kept their eyes focussed on the odd stranger. Virgil did as prompted.

"It just says Logan Sanders? That isn't a weird name," it slightly surprised Logan that a nice comment escaped their lips.

They took the journal from Virgil, poking at the flag, "Nonbinary."

"Ah."

"Yeah," they started to pack away their stuff, "just call me a name. I'm leaving. This is obviously your turf."

Virgil gently grabbed their wrist, "no. I didn't mean it like that, I'm just dumb and-" they sighed, unzipping the black and purple patched hoodie with their free hand and pulling one side back to reveal a trans patch on their chest. "Xe/xem. My dumbass just didn't process the flag."

What felt like a boulder of anxiousness was lifted off their chest - this was somebody in their community. Of course, that doesn't make xem an inherently good person, but it helped Logan feel safer.

"That's valid. They/them," Logan anxiously held out their hand. Is this how people introduce each other?

Xe looked at the awkward hand, "are you sure you're not a part of a forest cult and this is a blood pact?"

As if Logan was literally invited to said imagery cult, they let out an almost anxious gasp. Virgil's teasing smirk started to fade, "I'm kidding, L. You just don't know how to socialise." Xe gently shook their hand.

"That's- well-" Logan tried to gather words to defend themselves before just sighing, "yeah, you're correct. I don't."

Yet again, the forest fell silent, bar the sound of the wind. By this point, Virgil let go of their arm and hand, moving back by a foot or two. Logan took this as a sign to silently unpack their bag yet again, gently laying their beloved possessions back onto the dirt. Xe glanced at the bag. "Got anything else in there?"

Logan couldn't help but interpret this as a taunt, lowering their head to focus on finding today's page in their journal, "just general stuff." They didn't look back up, still sorting through the papers, until they felt a gentle hand on their shoulder. Even a gesture as simple as that made their soul melt in the best way possible, making them crack the first smile Virgil saw of them.

"Hey, L, I was being genuine. What do you have in there?" Xe smiled back, showing sharp teeth.

Trying to not focus on how attractive that was, they nodded and pulled the bag between the two of them. Virgil let go of them, sitting opposite Logan.

"You probably now think whatever's in here would be amazing, but it's really not," Logan frowned a little at the thought of letting their new possible friend down, opening the bag wider so they could both gaze in. "It's really just essentials other than what's already out - food, water, cellphone, nature books. There's some small scissors in one of the closed pockets in case I need a sample for something. I rarely test on plants, and never on animals, but sometimes it can be pleasant to just own a part of nature." They froze up slightly once the ramble escaped their mouth, "Oh- I'm sorry for speaking so much, Virgil."

The taller one just smiled, "no, no, don't apologise. I like hearing about all your nerd ramblings, it's sorta... sweet, how much you care."

They nodded, a small smile cracking onto their face again. "Thank you. Do you uh- do you have anything in your..."

"I don't have a bag, if that is what you're asking," xe chuckled a little, inspecting the book labeled 'Common Berries and Mushrooms', "most of my stuff is kept in the jacket. Same stuff as you, mostly. Just replace books with crystals and your journal with headphones."

Logan didn't know whether to question xem about the crystals or what kind of mystical jacket could contain all those things, resulting in them blurting out the gibberish of "how crystal fit."

Xe chuckled at them, "you're adorable, L. The jacket was modified to fit more shit, deeper pockets and that. And I work with crystals, if that's what you were trying to ask." They nodded in understanding, breathing out what sounded like 'fascinating'. "So, what brings you to the forest?"

Trying to gather themselves again, Logan cleared their throat and starting to flick through one of their several books, "I find nature amazing. How a single bug could run the entire forest... it truly is beautiful. I like coming down to the forest, usually after school or dinner, and just walk around, commenting on everything I see - new or known. I love learning. I hadn't been to this part of the forest before, I tend to turn right when entering, but this time I chose the left path."

Nodding along, Virgil listened intently to another one of their infodumps, which ended in xem learning new information about the forest as well. Xe couldn't even blame Logan for finding the forest interesting once xe heard it from their perspective. In all honesty, it made xem want to learn more so they can have genuine conversations about it, as right now it was similar to Logan literally talking to a plant. The ramble continued for almost twenty more minutes, Virgil warming up to asking questions and even making a few notes in xyr phone about this all. It slowly started to form into a proper conversation, eventually leading Logan to politely question the crystals xe carried, which in turn led them to dedicating an entire page to the rocks.

By the time both had worn themselves out with talking, Virgil smiled at the orange and purple sky, "I think it's getting quite late... do you need help packing your things up?" In the time they were infodumping, they also shared a picnic of sorts, leaving a lot more mess than Logan usually had at the end of their forest sessions.

"No, I'm alright..." They smiled, starting to gently stack the large informative books at the bottom of the bag, so they would not crush anything else. "Thank you for this, Virgil, it was nice to talk to somebody."

"Virge."

"Mh?" Logan looked up, Virgil appearing half-blurred as their glasses had slightly fallen down.

Xe chuckled, pushing the glasses up for them with what seemed like a fountain pen, "call me Virge, it's what my friends call me."

Blushing at the gesture, Logan went back to packing their bag, "we're friends?"

"Of course, I don't sit in the forest for hours with strangers," Virgil smiled warmly, the sound of pen scratching being heard as the rest of the forest seemingly fell into quiet. The sound stopped, "well, I better get going back to my dads. I'll see you around, nerd."

As Logan looked back up, xe was already in the tree's. They chuckled softly, "bye Virgil- Virge." After a few more minutes of rearranging their items, the bag was now almost fully packed. Logan took their journal from the ground, about to close it but noticing some new writing. It was in bright purple pen and scruffy handwriting, standing out amongst the neat, black text on the rest of the page.

"Call me - +1-541-555-0130"

They smiled gently, shutting the book and placing it at the top of their bag. Maybe they should.

[gay4way]

literally me to you all the time

back at ya, love! <333

[lil-smolpubby]

Colliding Systems

This is one of my new stories, the one I’ve transferred Moon in!

It’s about a system who gets a fresh start, and a certain cryptid just so happens to worm his way into their life and hearts.

The first three are Moss, Vampyre and Lamb. Moss is the host! While Vampyre and Lamb are their headmates that help them throughout life

Next comes Charlie! A cool and fashionable co worker at their new job that everyone seems to look up to. Some might say the system even has a crush on them

Then there’s Hank, a father figure to the system. He’s about as shady as he seems! He’s a man of crime and will definitely scam you, but he’s gotta soft spot for people he just so happens to adopt into his life. He has a daughter he adopted at the age of 15 or so. He may not be a good man but at least he’s a good dad!

Next is Marie! She is the QPP (Queer Platonic Partner) of the Infinity System! She’s a confident lady with a soft heart and is very headstrong! She’s also a s3x worker (censoring cause tumblr :/) and brings in most of the income for the household. She gets a lotta money cause I said so

Our beloved Moon is next! He’s a shapeshifting cryptid!! He loves alt clothing and very much so likes human things! He also loves some specific humans as well. He is as creepy as he is friendly

Last but not least is Sylvia! Moon’s sister who very much so does not like him. She would do almost anything to fuck with him, including sabatoging a certain relationship of his

[official-lucifers-child]

Dearest, Beloved Mickey, I am writing to inform you of my feelings towards you. I am well aware you have an immense following of admirers and adversaries, and I felt the urge to divulge the information as to where I stand in this group. I have long admired you for you courage, your sharp wit, and your utter, inextinguishable gayness. So I have come to tell you: I think you are the most amazing person on the "tumblr" website. (prt 2 coming soon)

“(prt 2) I mean this compliment in a platonic manner, but I longed to tell you. Every time I read something you have written, or see a photograph of you, my brain is flooded with serotonin. In conclusion; I hope you never cease to write things that make me smile, and love you more dearly than my moss collection. Sincerely, a devoted follower.”

Dear anon,

My following may be large but I am quite touched by your unique words. I do strive to provide even the smallest of smiles to people otherwise down, and I am quite gladdened to know I have succeeded on your part. Do not fear; my stream of “serotonin” shall remain uninterrupted until further notice.

Best wishes,

Mickey

[artistic-scribbles]

i know you’re asleep right now but i just wanted to let you know that it is currently 3:24AM so if you message me good morning and i dont respond it’z cuz im passed the fuck out :3

hehe

🫵 sleepy boi /affectionate

[singingaboutwishingx]

Have you had someone ask you about Donna for the character meme yet? If not, Donnatella Moss, please!

not yet!!! niche donnatella moss hc’s coming right up!

a song that reminds me of them: “seven” by taylor swift. it’s so very young donna moss to me, and i can imagine her as a child, swinging so high over the creek that she looks like she’s floating

what they smell like: she has a really light perfume. i think it has jasmine notes in it.

an otp: josh <3. sometimes josh and sam.

a notp: okay to preface, i’ve only read one fic from twenty years ago for this pairing (and i think it’s the only one that exists, maybe) but donna/jed. they were having an affair (and abbey knew about it and approved) but anyway i hated it so much.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: best friends donna and sam my beloved!! i also love donna and charlie, though we didn’t get to see nearly enough of them.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: none, i think? i can’t think of any.

the position they sleep in: on her side, stretched straight out, one arm under her head and another holding a pillow

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: stranger things! like i’d love for donna to have some relatives in hawkins, so as a child she goes to see them and meets the kids and is like “huh, i wonder why that cup just broke. oh, that girl’s nose is bleeding. maybe she needs a tissue.”

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: tie between her indiana sweatshirt and her “dead irish writers” dress. did we really expect anything else from me? lol

(send me a character and i’ll answer these “niche questions i don’t see v often”!)