#hai crow :3

[boykisserwoah]

I forgot to put this here my bad !!!

@weirdohno credit for jevil design and background!! Hai bromie :3

Small human Spamvil angst comic :3

#spamton #spamvil #jevil #deltarune #deltarune au #my art #spamton g spamton #jevil Deltarune #gay #lmfao #angst with a happy ending #light angst #he’s a little cuckoo for coco puffs #hai crow :3

[saphabee]

Happy Halloween! - 🐝🐤👨‍🌾

#Corey Smith #Vincent Mailer #Lily is in the middle! their adoptive(?) daughter down the line <333 #ive known they'd have these costumes for at least a year #Vinny may have stuck his hair in a hay bale to get wheat stuck in it so he looks more like a scarecrow #that triangle on Lily's hood is the crow beak #its got a little crow face on there <3333 #Corey's cheating he's just wearing his usual clothes really but shhhhhhhh DHGAWHDUHGAWYUF #im trying to let my art be sketchy #Happy Halloween 2022! <3 #minecraft oc

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Slow mornings were the best on your farm — the sounds and smells and sights of the early hours painted a picture for how the day to come would no doubt pan out. It also helped having an insatiable husband, you supposed.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☼ Farmer!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☼ 2.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☼ Fluff, Bucky is a horn dog and a menace ჻჻჻ SMUT: Unprotected piv, outdoor sex ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, CMNF

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☼ I don't know, I just... don't know. He's a weakness, sue me.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ☼ Hey, Gringo by KALEO

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☼ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 3 — Bent Over — Masterlist

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ‘𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The stirring of the farm was always a symphony of sounds that filled your heart with joy: the clucking of the chickens and morning crow of the roosters, the loud calls and brays of the horses and cows, not to mention the dogs snuffling around the yard for the fresh tracks of wild rabbits and stray foxes. It was a sight both you and Bucky had worked so hard to achieve, and for the rest of your days, you would treasure it, protect it.

The smell of hearty pancake batter wafted from the mixing bowl in your hand as you worked, preparing for the feast that Bucky would inevitably be starving for once he woke with the sun that had started to peak over the horizon.

Farm life always started early, and for a change, you had beaten Bucky in rising and beginning the day, but not without good reason – the silk chemise flowing and brushing your thighs would be a welcome sight for your husband, that you could guarantee. 

You started to hum quietly, swaying your hips to the rhythm in your mind as you placed the bowl on the counter to ready the pan, when you heard the loud trill of the alarm clock and an even louder groan of protest.

“Coffee,” you muttered, grabbing Bucky’s favourite mug from the cupboard just as you heard shuffling footsteps down the hall, heading straight for the kitchen.

“Well,” Bucky rasped, and you turned to smile at your groggy and sleepy husband, who was eyeing you with a brewing hunger. “Ain’t you an angel, huh?” The kettle whistled, and you shrugged, determinedly getting back on task when strong arms suddenly wrapped around your middle, a warm weight enveloping your back and pushing you against the counter. “Good mornin’, Peach.”

“Morning, babe,” you whispered back, turning your head to kiss him on the lips softly. “How’d you sleep?”

Bucky shrugged. “Jus’ fine, darlin’,” he yawned, pulling away to start making his coffee – strong and black, no cream or sugar. “Woulda been better if I got to wake up with my girl in my arms– better yet, wrapped around her.”

“You horn dog,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “Later. Let’s eat breakfast first.”

Plates of pancakes, bacon, and fruit vanished faster than you could refill them. Bucky was sweeping the dirty dishes from the table quicker than you could even offer to help clean up – not that you’d complain, there was a lot to take care of today. 

The first order of business, though? Taking Bucky up on his offer. 

“Alright,” Bucky said from the kitchen, the clatter of plates in the dish drainer making you smile – one less job for you to take care of; bless him. “I’m goin’ to get dressed. Get this day started so I can come home to my Peach, huh?”

“‘Kay,” you called back, stretching in your chair before standing. The wooden floor was cool under your feet as you padded to the front door to take in the morning air, a happy sigh leaving your lips as you opened the screen door, allowing the nicer smells of the countryside to fill your senses; morning dew, fresh hay, and the faint scent of cedar. 

Mac and Lilo were bounding in the yard with loud yips and barks, chasing their tails with the excitement of work to do. 

The porch was glowing in the morning rays, the timber planks painted with yellow sunlight, while the plants that were placed by the porch steps swayed ever so softly in the warm breeze. It was a beautiful morning, the epitome of tranquillity. 

Boot falls sounded behind you, and the door creaked open. Then, everything came to a halt – the sounds of the morning dulled and became distant as you felt eyes roving your figure, a promise for what was to come. 

“Goddamn, Peach, baby,” Bucky whistled, and before you could turn to face him, your front was crowded against the railing. His frame overpowered you, his very presence was demanding, and the hunger in his touch made you shiver. “How’s a fella meant to get any work done ‘round here when you’re walkin’ ‘round like this?”

“You didn’t seem to mind it in the kitchen,” you replied, smirking and looking over your shoulder at his face to see a brow raised incredulously.

“My wife was also in the safety of our home.” Bucky’s hands gripped your waist, the fabric of your chemise riding further up your thigh. “Who knows, sweetheart,” he continued in a low voice, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he moved to palm your hips with his callused hands. “One might think you wanna get caught out here–bein’ fucked by your husband as he claims what’s his.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “Buck-”

A squeak of shock left your lips when Bucky suddenly pulled you closer, his hands holding your hips tightly so your ass was against his crotch – his cock was straining at the fly of his jeans. “Y’see what you do to me, Peach?” he breathed, voice husky with need. “Walkin’ round here like this–fuck, I’m a lucky man.”

Heat settled in your cunt with a dull throb, and you moaned, pitch high and wanton. “Fuck me,” you rushed, and he chuckled. “Bucky, please, hurry up–need you.”

The sound of Bucky’s belt buckle undoing echoed so loudly through the morning air you heard it over the roar of blood in your ears. “So sweet for me, Peach,” he drawled, his hand running up your back and pulling the chemise with it. “Don’t need this anymore, do we?”

Fabric flew over your vision – you were bare and gripping the rail for dear life. “Bucky.”

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, his fingers dancing across your skin until he cupped your bare ass in his hands. “Ain’t wearin’ anythin’ under- Wow.” Whistling appreciatively – much like the one he let loose in the kitchen, he stepped closer, his proximity forcing you to bend at the hip as he crowded you again. “If I knew that, sweetheart, I woulda fucked you in the kitchen, on the counter-” A kiss to your shoulder whilst his hand moved to spread your thighs, a quiet whimper leaving your lips. “In the dining room, on the fuckin’ table-” Another kiss to your shoulder, followed by a bite. “And against the damn front door.”

“You can–you can, just fuck me, please,” you mewled, your whole body tensing when his right hand circled your hip to cup your sex, his deft fingers playing your clit in the way that made you sing. “Fuck, fuck–c’mon, Bucky.”

“Who am I to deny my Peach,” Bucky chuckled. “Not when she’s asking so sweetly.”

The brush from the head of Bucky’s cock made your breath hitch. “Yesyes, oh fuck, yes,” you moaned, grinning when you felt him drive forward with a low groan, his forehead resting between your shoulder blades. Laughing breathily, you widened your stance, your feet spreading further apart. 

“Always take me so well, baby,” Bucky huffed, his breath hot against your skin. “Jus’ like you were made for me–so fuckin’ hot and tight f’me.”

“Uh-huh,” you giggled, edging forward and slamming back into his hips to hear him cry out, his cock hitting all the right spots. “Want you to move, babe, fuck me.”

“A-Alright,” Bucky stuttered, slightly breathless, and you grinned wickedly. His hands rubbed up and down your sides, finally coming to settle on your hips. “I’ll fuck you, Peach. Don’t keep quiet on me, now–lemme hear you.”

You nodded and braced. 

The pace started slow – long, deep thrusts that morphed into brutal pumps of his cock, each thrust punctuated with a loud grunt of pleasure from Bucky, a high moan from your own lips, and the wet sounds of him fucking you in earnest. “Bucky! Fuck, yes–ohmygod, don’t stop!”

“Don’t plan on it, sweetheart,” Bucky panted, his lips finding the spot on your neck with ease, and he began to suck harshly – the contrast of the sting of his lips and the all-encompassing brush of his cock made you cry out, gripping him and the porch rail like a vice. Slick started to run down your thighs, and you whimpered as Bucky moved one hand back to your clit. “You’re squeezin’ me, darlin’, fuck–you close already?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as Bucky worked your clit in fast, tight circles. “Yeah!” 

A pleased hum rumbled in Bucky’s chest, and he stepped impossibly closer – almost becoming one with your trembling form. "Feel s'good around my cock, Peach, fuck.” The pace changed to be frantic, his hips pistoning in and out with unmatched desperation. “You ain’t allowed to wear anything under that pretty workin’ dress a’yours, baby. I want my cum dripping down your thighs all day–a reminder of just what I wanna do to you tonight." 

“Oh!” Your voice could have carried out past the hills of your farm for all you cared if Bucky kept up this pace while promising more – you wouldn’t last. “Please! I won’t, I won’t, fuck-”

“Tha’s it, darlin’,” Bucky purred, his voice deep and alluring over your keening moan. “Lemme hear you, c’mon–cum for me, let go.”

“Bucky, Buck- ‘M close, don’t–” 

“Fuckin’ let go for me, darlin’,” Bucky growled, and you whined loudly as your toes curled. “Good girl, gimme it; I need to feel you cum on my cock. C’mon.” His voice was wrecked, a low moan building in his throat as you seized in his grip. 

“‘M coming! Bucky, fuck!” 

Bucky choked on a gasp, his hips faltering as you fluttered and pulsed through your high. “Good god, baby,” he gritted out through his teeth, his grip on you becoming bruising as he pulled you back against his chest. The brush of fabric against your back startled you – he was still clothed? “Fuck, you feel s’good, I’m gonna cum, and you’re gonna take it–yeah, you’ll fuckin’ take it.”

“Cum for me, wanna feel it,” you cried, gripping his arm and meeting his thrusts. “Bucky, please, please, gimme it.”

“Ah–ah, shit, darlin’,” Bucky moaned. There was a sudden jolt of heat in your cunt, and Bucky bit your shoulder to muffle a shout as he came, pulling off only to whine as his cock twitched, emptying completely in your heat. 

You shuddered in Bucky’s embrace through aftershocks, both of you gasping to catch your breath. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Bucky panted, squeezing you tight against his chest, and you sighed happily. “Y’alright, sweetheart? I wasn’t too rough?”

“Nah,” you answered, leaning into his clothed chest. “Wait-” You looked over your shoulder properly, down his shoulders and chest, to find Bucky still fully clothed – a plaid shirt and tank top covering his muscled chest, and the feel of the crotch of his jeans soaked with the mess of your coupling. “You’re gonna have to change, babe.”

Bucky only grinned. 

You lost a moment gazing into his face, studying the way his eyes flickered around your face. “See somethin’ you like, Peach?” he murmured.

“Yeah,” you whispered, wincing as Bucky pulled out slowly and helped you stand upright. “The oaf and horn dog that I married all those years ago.”

Laughter filled the air, and Bucky shook his head, his eyes sparkling in the rays of the sun. “And I’m the luckiest fella for being able to call you mine.”

“Such a sap.” Carefully, you bent to pick up the chemise from the decking, the fabric cold between your fingers. “Alright, mister,” you pointed towards the door of your home. “Get changed, then get outta here. You promised me, and you damn sure are gonna keep it.”

“Only if you hold up your end of the bargain,” Bucky quipped, a brow raised at you as he opened the front door, gesturing you inside. “After all, darlin’,” he drawled as he closed the door behind him, his tone sultry. “What kinda husband would I be if I didn’t fuck my beautiful wife at every damn possible opportunity I could get?”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #hotbuckysummer2023 #rookthorne's works #PFM

[quietblueriver]

For prompts: Imogen/Laudna, hound of ill omen or pâté pet fluff

So this turned into nearly 4k words on Imogen and the animals she has loved? The last section at least is directly responsive. 😬 And I might supplement with hound of ill omen at some point because he's lurking around in my head, too.

Thank you so much for the fun prompt! <3

PS - Wrote this real fast so pls excuse any errors.

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One afternoon when Imogen was six, her daddy called her into the barn and nodded over at the old wooden trough turned on its side near the stairs to the loft. She knew what it meant, gasping and scurrying in the direction of the trough, slowing to the quickest walk she could manage at her daddy’s, “No running in the barn, Imogen.” 

And then she saw them—five tiny new things, eyes closed and mouths searching, mewling and pitiful on a pile of hay inside the shelter of the worn, dusty planks. 

Lady, their mother and Imogen’s favorite barn cat, eyed Imogen as she approached, orange and white tail flicking back and forth, one black ear twitching. Imogen couldn’t read minds (not yet, anyway) but she thought she understood–she gave Lady and her kittens plenty of space, stopping before she got too close. She sat criss-cross applesauce, watching from a distance and thinking about names until her daddy put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her toward the house for dinner. 

For the next few weeks, she went out every morning before school and every night before bed to check on them–three orange and one calico and a pretty orange and black mix. 

“Tortoiseshell,” her daddy said as he watched Imogen watch them, the black and orange–tortoiseshell–jumping and pawing fiercely at a piece of hay that stuck up from the ground. He only stayed for a moment, wiping sweat from his forehead with the navy blue bandana he always kept in his back pocket before he said, “We’re only keeping one.” When she turned to look at him, he was already focused on pulling the rake from its hook and moving toward one of the stalls. She wanted to argue but she bit her tongue. She was getting good at that. He didn’t look at her as he added, “Don’t get too attached.” 

She did get too attached. She cried when Pumpkin and Daisy went to live with Mr. Faramore’s cousin. She tried to hide it, sniffling into the sleeve of her shirt, but her daddy saw and frowned and shook his head. “That’s how it works, Imogen. I told you.” Shame curled in her stomach, and when she wiped her face again, motion hard with anger, the button on her cuff caught her cheek and split the skin. 

A few weeks later, when Scare and Crow went to live on the farm a few miles away, Imogen hid behind the barn with Ember in her arms and watched as Crow’s little orange face peeked out from the backpack where he and his brother had been put. When the horse turned the corner and she couldn’t see him anymore, Imogen put Ember back inside the barn with Lady and cried and cried until she couldn’t anymore. Throat sore and nose running, she scrubbed at her face in the stream and wiped it dry before she went inside for dinner. 

(“Of course you were attached,” Laudna whispered to her under the moonlight in a grove far, far from Gelvaan. “They were kittens. You were six.” She heard, in Laudna’s thoughts, the undercurrent of opinions on her daddy. What an absolute jackass. Honestly. When she snorted, Laudna tilted her head in that way Imogen was coming to love, one side of her mouth pulling into a smile. Sorry, darling. I don’t mean to think ill of him. 

Imogen, heart doing strange things at the word darling, only came back to herself when she noticed Laudna’s smile begin to dip. She reached out and ran tentative fingers over the back of Laudna’s hand where it lay between them. Laudna turned her palm up and caught Imogen’s fingers between her own, the brief staccato interlude in her thoughts smoothing back into a more familiar rhythm as Imogen tried for the gentlest look she could manage. It wasn’t real familiar to her, gentleness, but Laudna made it feel easier than it ever had. 

Don’t be sorry. Please. I’ve never had…Thank you, for defendin’ me. And you’re right. He was a little bit of a jackass. 

She giggled then, feeling younger and safer than she had in a long time, and Laudna’s smile came out in full, face breaking open eerie and beautiful in the night.) 

Lady disappeared almost ten years later, gone one day, then two, then a week. 

“Likely went off to die,” speculated one of the older hands, bottom lip bulging with dip that he spit into the jar in his left hand every other sentence. “Dignified, that one.”

“Or somethin’ got her. Not as fast as she used to be.” 

Imogen mucked a stall quietly as they went on, moving from Lady to the weather to crop predictions. She was sweating, so the tears blended into the water already dripping down her face, and nobody was paying her any mind anyway. 

Nobody except her daddy, apparently. He walked by a few minutes later, shadow draping over her from where he stood in the stall door. 

“That’s just how it is, Imogen.” 

I didn’t say anything, she hissed into his mind, teenage angst and righteous anger forcing more tears from her eyes. The sound of his boots tripping over each other as he backed away pulled a bitter smile from her. She never spoke into his mind. He hated it. Careful, she said, almost taunting, and she felt the anger swell in him even as he moved further away. 

She ate dinner alone that night.  

-

By the time Flora came around, Imogen was miserable. She was fighting headaches every day, and she’d alienated nearly everyone in town over the course of the last few years. 

When her powers first came, Imogen didn’t understand what was happening. Confused and generally in pain, she couldn’t always process the difference between what she heard and what she heard, which meant she sometimes responded to things that hadn’t actually been said out loud. People weren’t fond of having somebody in their mind, even if nobody was quite ready to admit that was what was happening. 

Then came the panic attacks. 

And the scars. 

And the “accidents” that happened around her. 

She’d never been popular, looked too much like her mama in a town full of people who loved her daddy, but the rumors gave them a better excuse to avoid her, and of course, to judge. 

And, to be fair, Imogen wasn’t real eager to spend her time with them either. She hated the headaches and the anxiety and she definitely hated being able to hear the thoughts vile enough to stand out in the general din, vile enough that the men who thought them suddenly found themselves tripping over nothing or falling into ponds or spilling their drinks all over themselves. She didn’t do it on purpose but she wasn’t sorry. A few of those incidents and suddenly everybody was turning to look for lavender anytime anybody had an accident. 

When Ms. Gillis dropped a basket of produce one morning at market and turned to glare at Imogen, setting all six of her kids to whispering about “the purple witch,” Imogen decided to give up the small hope she’d been clinging to that the town where she grew up might learn to accept her as she was now. 

She stopped going out when she could avoid it, and when she couldn’t, she picked times when she thought the market or the general store or wherever it was she needed to go would be least crowded, got in and out as quick as she could. At least on the farm she was mostly alone, even if it hurt that her daddy joined everybody else for lunch and left Imogen alone in the orchard or under the big tree out behind the barn. 

She was under that tree when she first saw Flora, placid as Sam and a hand she didn’t recognize walked her. She was beautiful, a sorrel with a wide white stripe down her face. Imogen absently took a last bite of apple before tossing it back into the brown bag she’d brought and standing to walk toward Sam. 

“Imogen. There you are.” He looked relieved to see her, a vaguely anxious set of feelings pressing into her mind, which meant he really did not want to be handling this horse or he really did not like the other hand. Or maybe both. “This is Dylan. They work for Mr. Langham and rode over with Flora here.” 

Imogen lifted a perfunctory hand at Dylan before moving closer to Flora. “Can I?” 

Sam nodded, stepping back with the rope, and Dylan joined him. 

“She’s real sweet,” Dylan said. “She’ll be perfect for kids.” 

Imogen stood a little closer, in Flora’s line of vision, and let her look for a minute before she pulled a piece of carrot from her pocket and laid it flat on her palm in offer. There was the familiar tickle of soft, curious muzzle against her palm as Flora sniffed. She took the treat happily, crunching and then nosing at Imogen like they were old friends. 

Imogen ran her hand down Flora’s neck and spoke softly to her until Sam cleared his throat. 

“Well. We’re gonna leave her to you.”

“We are?” 

She caught some thoughts from Sam that made her turn her face a little further away from the two of them to hide a smile. He definitely didn’t want to get away from Dylan, then. 

“Great. Thanks.” 

They were gone quickly, leaving Imogen and Flora to themselves. “Whadda ya say?” Imogen asked as Flora mouthed another piece of carrot from her palm eagerly. “Want me to show you around a bit?” She took the gentle pressure of Flora’s muzzle against her shoulder as a yes. 

Flora was sturdy and young, barely more than a filly, and Mr. Faramore wanted her for her temperament and as a tester for the riding camp he was considering, a week or two of fancy kids coming to learn about horses and then, ideally, convincing their parents to buy one from him. 

Imogen worked with her, taking over as her handler with no objection from anyone else, and they spent at least two afternoons a week together exploring the grounds. Imogen was “setting the trails” for the camp, which didn’t mean much beyond flagging trees and brush that needed to be cleared for easier passage. It was her favorite part of the week, and Flora was better company than any person she’d ever met. 

The camp never happened, but two of Mr. Faramore’s granddaughters fell in love with Flora, so she stayed, spending a few days a month saddled up for the girls. She was Imogen’s, the rest of the time–always her choice for checking the property and riding out to mend fences or for any task she could justify, really. 

She and Flora were checking some fencing, hot as hell in the afternoon sun, when Imogen heard her for the first time. Toward the forest, where an abandoned cabin sat just far enough over the property line that Mr. Faramore didn’t bother with it, Imogen caught somebody’s thoughts. 

She wasn’t digging, had at least learned how to control that part of her powers, but the surface level thoughts were more difficult to block out, especially when she had her shields down, like she usually did when she was out with Flora. She was glad, for once, that she’d been unprepared, because these thoughts weren’t like anything else she’d heard before. They were like music, flowing and self-contained and happy. 

She turned Flora toward the forest without much thought. 

The woman was weeding outside the cabin, tall and incredibly thin, long hair pinned up with some kind of chisel as she worked, talking to herself quietly. There was something not quite right about her, something unnatural that Imogen couldn’t quite pin down but felt immediately. 

It became obvious when she turned to look at them, big black eyes wide and mouth working itself into a smile that was genuine if nervous, and almost too wide to be human. Her skin was pale, too pale, and there was something black on her fingers where they gripped a bundle of weeds, roots dangling, tightly in front of her almost like a bouquet. What looked like some kind of dead creature hung from one of her belts and swayed gently with her movement. 

Imogen was grateful for Flora for a thousand reasons, but in that moment, she was especially grateful for her steady temperament and natural curiosity, because Imogen was almost certain the woman would’ve spooked every other horse in their barn. Imogen was also almost certain that the woman in front of her was dead. 

“Hello,” she said, clearly not totally dead and with a heavy accent Imogen didn’t recognize. “I’m Laudna.” 

An hour later, when Laudna hesitantly offered Flora a piece of carrot from her palm, she took it happily and Laudna laughed, a sound as musical as her thoughts, when Flora leaned into her hand looking for more. 

It wasn’t long after that Imogen let loose defending Laudna and burned away the robes of that cleric and any chance of a life for herself in Gelvaan. 

She wasn’t sorry and she wasn’t sad, not really, to leave that place. As Imogen hastily filled a pack, Laudna looking on in concern, there was a dull and familiar ache in her chest, thudding below the fire and anger she still carried on Laudna’s behalf. Every what if she’d let herself indulge in over the years, every time she’d tried to please her daddy and failed, every attempt at getting people to see her as anything other than her mother’s daughter. But that’s all they were–what ifs that Imogen was steady realizing she didn’t want anymore. 

The real hurt, as they hurried through the forest and then onto the road that led away from Faramore’s, was that light in the barn, where Marty was on shift closing things down and keeping watch. She was leaving Flora, unable to say goodbye, and she didn’t know when she’d be back. If she’d ever be back. 

She cried the next night as they settled onto bedrolls, exhausted and overwhelmed and thinking of a horse of all things. She heard her father’s sigh, saw his disappointed and slightly patronizing expression and hid her tears in her sleeve and then in the fabric of her bedroll, trying to keep quiet. 

After a few minutes, Laudna said, gently, “I know it must be very difficult. To leave. I’m sorry, Imogen. I’m so very grateful that you saved me but I can’t imagine what it cost you.” 

Imogen turned to face her, embarrassed but willing, for reasons she still didn’t quite understand, to Laudna see her. “I’d do it again, Laudna.” The anger roiled in her stomach again, overtaking her sadness for a moment. “They deserved worse than what I gave ‘em, for what they were tryin’ to do to you.” She heard doubt in Laudna’s mind, and Imogen didn’t know yet how to fix that but she had time now to figure it out. 

“Honestly, I feel more relief than anythin’ else.” Laudna watched her, pools of black reflecting the soft light of the moon. “I won’t miss it. I’m…I’m excited to explore. I’m excited to explore with you. I’m real glad I met you.”

“I’m glad I met you, too. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a very, very long time.” Ever rang in her mind, loud and earnest enough for Imogen to hear. The fierce, protective thing that had started building in Imogen’s chest that first afternoon was growing faster than she knew what to do with. 

“I feel the same way.” 

And then Imogen thought of Flora again and found the tears were back. A noise, something affectionate and concerned that was entirely foreign to Imogen, escaped Laudna’s mouth before she sat up and dug in her pack, turning back with a handkerchief which she handed to Imogen. It was soft, embroidered with something she couldn’t quite make out in the dark, and it felt about a million times better than her shirt or her bedroll against her cheeks. 

“Thanks.” 

“Of course. I…I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but I think I’m quite a good listener, if you do.” 

Imogen folded the handkerchief to keep her hands busy as she said, so soft she was afraid Laudna wouldn’t even hear her, “I miss my horse. Flora. I know that’s…I know it’s silly. I just…” 

She shrugged, chest tight, and Laudna moved closer to her, placed a hand on Imogen’s shoulder, cool even through the fabric of her shirt. 

“It’s not silly. It’s not silly at all.” 

It set something loose in her, the honest way Laudna said it, the echo of that honesty in her mind, and suddenly big, ridiculous tears were dripping down her face and Laudna’s arms were wrapped around her, her neck cool against Imogen’s forehead. 

“I liked her better than most people.” 

“Well, that makes sense. Aside from you, the people in Gelvaan didn’t make the best impression, I must say.” Imogen laughed into Laudna’s shoulder as she continued, “No offense intended, of course. I know I’m not exactly a welcome sight.” “You are to me.” 

She was quiet then, surprise and affection and longstanding shame whirling around in her mind. After a moment, she asked, “Would you like to tell me about Flora?” 

“I think…I think I would.” 

-

Pate de Rolo was, objectively, horrifying. 

Laudna had done a very thorough job preserving his body, and the skull was immaculately clean, but there was no getting around the horror of the creation–the mismatched parts and the patchiness of his thin coat; the dry, flaky reality of his tail; the unnatural stiffness of his joints as Laudna puppeted him, talented hands bringing his movements eerily close to what they might have been in life. 

The first time Laudna brought him from her belt with an excited, “Oh, let me introduce you to Pate,” Imogen had worked as hard as she could to keep her smile, to fight the instinct toward disgust. She managed, because she knew a hurt thing when she saw one, and she didn’t want to hurt Laudna any further, but it was a near thing. 

“Oh, so lovely to meet you, Pate.” 

“Pleasure’s all mine.” It was lecherous. It was hilarious. It was one of the most disturbing things Imogen had ever seen. 

Laudna looked between them, seeming incredibly pleased, and Imogen, unbelievably, found herself wanting to keep the little monster going, if it meant making Laudna happy. She bolstered herself. 

“Pate, Laudna mentioned y’all have traveled all over. She was tellin’ me about the mountains. Do you have a favorite place?” 

“Well, I always do like the beaches. For the views, if ya know what I mean…”

Suffering through the ensuing monologue was nothing compared to the pride that bloomed in Imogen’s chest at Laudna’s beaming smile. 

Over the course of their first few months together, Imogen began to understand what it meant when Pate made an appearance. 

Sometimes, of course, Laudna was bored and they were around the fire and Pate provided a ridiculous and entertaining way to spend an hour before bed. Imogen found it easy to move past disgust as she got to know Laudna, let herself see beyond the grotesque corpse and recognize something that had helped her friend, who had quickly become her favorite person in the world, survive desperate loneliness and nearly unending cruelty. She found it easy, when she thought of him that way, to love him as an extension of Laudna. 

And it became clear that he was an extension of Laudna, in more ways than one, as they traveled. The first time they were chased out of a cabin, she saw Laudna’s body shift into something Imogen found both terrifying and beautiful to defend them, limbs expanding and spine cracking as ichor pooled on her skin, a veil of black descending from nowhere to cover her face. That night, as they sat around the fire, Pate came out almost immediately. 

“Well that was a right mess, wunnit?” 

“It was.” Imogen moved closer on the log they shared, making the offer of contact but leaving Laudna the option to refuse. “We would’ve been in real trouble without Laudna, yeah?” 

Pate danced as Laudna’s fingers moved, somehow managing to convey a shrug in the rat-raven creation. “I dunno. I reckon anything would be scared of her, like that. Boss is awful enough when she’s not a monster.” 

“I’m not scared of her.” Laudna lifted her eyes from Pate to meet Imogen’s as she said, “And she’s not awful. She’s my best friend.” Black ichor dripped down Laudna’s cheeks as her fragile ankle shifted just enough to touch Imogen’s. “I thought it was really fuckin’ cool.” Laudna snuffled and Imogen grinned, bending down to Pate and stage-whispering, “Did you see that one guy piss himself?” 

Pate cackled, and Laudna moved to close the rest of the distance between them. 

When Laudna died, the second time, Imogen took his small body and kept it close to her. She couldn’t puppet him, didn’t want to try, but she spoke to him, whispered to him as she set him in a small nest she made from her bandana each night. “Don’t worry, Pate. We’ll get her back. I promise.” 

And then he came back with her, ribcage cracking and squelching, off-color observations flying as free as he now could. It was suddenly more difficult to love him, Imogen forcing down disgust in a way she hadn’t in a long time. There was less incentive, now that he was an independent creature, but he was still Pate and he had still saved Laudna, even if he hadn’t been, well, him. 

He found her one night as Ashton and Laudna played a game of cards, Laudna cackling in delight as they accused each other, loudly, of cheating nearly every hand. It was so good, to hear her laughing again. 

“‘Ey, boss.” 

He landed on a branch near her head, wings folding back into his body with a series of motions and noises that made Imogen smile to suppress a gag. 

“Pate. I didn’t realize you were out.” 

“Mum sent me to check on ya.” 

Imogen looked back to Laudna, who was waving a hand dismissively at Ashton, nose turned up. Her eyes caught Imogen’s as she turned away from him with a scoff, and she winked before she threw herself back into their argument, brushing her hair out of her face with an exaggerated motion. Imogen blushed and bit her lip before she remembered she wasn’t alone, clearing her throat and shaking her head before the world’s lewdest undead flying rodent noticed her being a lovesick fool. 

“She did, did she?”

“Aye. She worries about you, ya know? It was a hard fight, today.” 

It was, objectively, but relative to the past few weeks it was nothing. She’d be fine after a good night’s rest. 

“I’m good.” At his uncharacteristic silence, she realized Laudna really must’ve been concerned, so she continued, “Real good, honestly. Just need some sleep. I hadn’t been sleepin’ well, but it’s easier, now that we’re back together. Now that we’re…”

Pate didn’t have lips but he still grinned, somehow, bone-white face more expressive than it had any right to be. 

“Now that you and mum’re smashin’, ya mean?” 

“Pate.” Her face was red hot, embarrassing on its own and somehow even more embarrassing because her girlfriend’s perverted rat-raven familiar had managed to make it happen. 

“I’m real ‘appy for ya.” At her pointed eyebrow, he raised a rat hand in the air, wobbling a little as he rebalanced. “Honest.” 

“Mmhmm.” Ashton was up from his seat, arms flailing with enough distress that FCG had begun to make his way over to the duo. Laudna looked like she was having the best day of her life. “An’ how’s she doin’? Really?” 

Pate grunted. “Been better, I reckon, but she’ll be alright, our girl. She’s tough.” 

Right. This was why she tried to be kind, to hold her distaste at bay, to maintain some kind of love for him. Laudna was their girl. And she’d been Pate’s girl for a lot longer than she’d been Imogen’s. 

Imogen stroked the slope of his skull and patted her shoulder, affection and disgust warring within her at the feel of undead claws on her skin. He settled and they watched together as Laudna and Ashton continued, Letters stationed close. 

“She’ll be alright.” Imogen said it for the both of them, an affirmation and a promise. 

Skull scraped skin as he moved to speak, and goosebumps broke out across Imogen’s shoulders, an instinct she couldn’t suppress. 

“‘Course she will. She’s got us, after all.” 

#imodna fic #imodna #cr prompt fic

[crumblita]

i love your name lists!! can i request a list of four-letter names? preferably neutral, but it's up to you. thank you for your time!

four - letter names

fem : gabi , maud , amie , lyra , lyre , kiss , miss , pink , opal , cora , abby , orla , flan , puff , nina , mimi , elys

neu : rain , hymn , myst , date , doll , wren , fern , reef , halo , clue , cure , soda , alis , crow , cove , coen , ceae

masc : axel , zinc , wire , kade / cade , cain , finn , ajax , owen , evan , ivan , theo , emil , mike , luka / luca

hai anon ! ! i ‘ m glad you like them :3 i hope these are to your liking ! ! ( put fem and masc names just in case :3 )

#♩ i rest my case ! #♡ a new client ? #mogai blog #mogai community #pro mogai #mogai safe #mogai #name ideas #name suggestion #names #name suggestions #neutral names #fem names #masc names

[crow-girl-cock]

Hai :7

I love you!

yes you!

click this.

now for introduction.

my name is Renée Corbeau

but you can call me ren or crow

I love crows! they feel like family to me and I hope next cycle I get to experience the life of a crow.

I have gone through alot in life and fancy myself some sort of activist by proxy of that pain, am I perfect? fuck no! I am still learning and probably operate under toxic bias still despite all the effort I have put into growth.

I'm adhd, autistic, anxious, depressive, dissacioative, probably some degree of plurality.

I'm a gender non-conforming transwoman, definitely puppy coded, and severely down bad for women, especially butch women!

that being said the human body is beautiful. especially fat bodies, I'm a sucker for meat :3

all my guys, gals, and non binary pals deserve kisses (assuming that they want them)

I love gender fuckery, people who actively blur those lines are doing the lords work.

despite being very friendly and appearing slightly outgoing sometimes, I am very shy and dont have a very large social battery.

if I ever dont repespond dont take it personally there are loads of reasons why this could be.

U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U U⁠^ᴥ^⁠U

I am kind of a red mage when it comes to special interests, I know a little bit about alot.

(all lists are not ordered and not exhaustive)

some examples include;

from gaming~ pokemon, zelda, elderscrolls, darksouls, minecraft, osu!, space sims (elite dangerous, astroneer, dyson sphere project, hardspaceshipbreaker), roguelikes (noita, deadcells, gungeon, vagante, slaythespire)

from other media~ pokemon again, bluey, adventure time, atla, bee and puppycat, studio ghibli (nausicaa is goat), csm, bleach, dragonball, naruto, she-ra, JJK

from *gasps* real life~

space (and metaphysics), nature (it's peculiarities and the many funky adorable little guys born in it) I'm definitely a poser but skateboarding and rollerskating (I really want to get into rollerderby) philosophy (to the extent that any skid is);

History!

(not as well read as I would like becasue there is so much of it, and so much of the truth is buried under misinformation, but I have deconstructed the whole western myth of how things went and painted myself a much clearer picture as to how things got so bad and am learning new things about the world all the time, please feel free to info dump about anything history related I'd love to hear it. anthropology and archaeology too obvs)

Art!

(this is my choosen field for better or worse >⁠.⁠< I am going to college for web and graphic design (2024-2026) I might extend that an extra 2 years to make it a bachelor of design and hope to one day make graphic novels, beautifully illustrated with deep thought prevoking stories)

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

Kink! (definitely subject to change)

petplay, musk, intox, bondage, impact, cnc, degradation, somno, hypno, blood, knives, size difference probably more I haven't thought of

I'm poly and very t4t

I'm a switch but this hellsite has been steadily turning me into a bottom day by day heheh

but no actually

I used to be a hypersexual dom pre-transition

but E has made me alot less uncontrollably horny and far more sensitive and inclined to seek vulnerability, all my drive to dom has dissolved

also I suck at tagging and will sometimes will reblog art/random things from tags without checking bios

if that upsets you or makes you uncomfortable please see the block button for more info ;3c

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anyways since you made it this far

here have some headpats

spread kindness please and thank you ^v^

As above, So below.

Hai :7

I love you!

yes you!

#crøwø #crøwcaw #crøwscanvas

[stim-burrow]

hi!! can i get a stimboard for scarecrow from batman with stims of smoke, crows, and things like wheat fields and hay? its okay if no! thank you eternally :3

-⏳

Scarecrow (Batman) stimboard for ⏳ anon! 🌱

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☁️ ☁️ ☁️

🎃 🎃 🎃

Ooh! I remember watching a video all about this guy! Nice to have that info coming in handy hehe, I chose the version that looked coolest to me, I hope that's alright!

#stimboard #stim blog #request #visual stim #black stim #green stim #dark stim #brown stim #plant stim #animal stim #farm stim #kinda #scarecrow #the scarecrow #dc scarecrow #⏳ anon

[mewsingsbynataliek]

NSR Halloween DLC ideas, just in time for Spooky Night!

The soundtrack for the Halloween DLC would feature instruments associated with the holiday being incorporated into the songs, such as pipe organ and theremin.

The Bosses

DJ Subatomic Supernova

DJSS is a scarecrow, wearing a straw hat, flannel shirt, and denim overalls (cut-off, of course!).

For the battlefield, the background of the Planetarium is a deep orange. The planets he uses to attack are replaced with pumpkins, and the asteroids are replaced by a swarm of crows.

Sayu

Sayu is a cute ghost girl. (I felt it would be fitting since she’s a floaty character.) She's slightly translucent and sports a ghostly wisp-like tail rather than her regular mermaid tail. Her colour palette features off-whites and faded pastels, making her look more etherial.

Sayu wears a tattered white Victorian/Lolita-style dress, lacy cuffs around her wrists and a little bow on her head.

For Phase 2, her dress becomes poofier and more elaborate as small ribbons resembling tentacles appear around her waist. Her trident is completely white.

Phase 3 has her go full-on ghost bride. Her dress has a huge multi-tiered skirt, her hair is adorned with a long veil, and her tentacle ribbons have grown to full length. Her deep-sea mode has her face turn glowing green with solid black eyes, making her resemble a spookfish, while her “tentacles” feature flickering lights similar to a bioluminescent jellyfish.

Her final form is basically your stereotypical bedsheet ghost shape with her legs sticking out the bottom.

Sayu’s team are dressed in dark wizard-like robes, and each of them are wearing masks like the ones worn by Lock, Shock, and Barrel from The Nightmare Before Christmas. 

For the battlefield, the “landscape” is dotted with jack-o-lanterns, tombstones, and dead trees. The background is changed to a seafoam green color, with wispy little ghosts flying about.

Yinu and Mother 

Yinu is dressed as a cute little witch. Her hair is in pigtails similar to her Christmas skin, and her witch hat is adorned with fall leaves and little jack-o-lanterns.

Mother, meanwhile, is a spooky Halloween tree with spiders. Her dress is a dark wood colour with translucent, ragged-edged sleeves, and she wears a thorny hairband and spiderweb earrings.

The ends of her “hair” have been dyed the same colour as her dress, and she wears both black lipstick and black nail polish.

When she grows bigger, her branches begin to sprout large thorns, which end up making her cage form look more like a spiderweb. (There are even little fake spiders sitting on top of it!)

For the battlefield, the stage is decorated to evoke a bountiful harvest, with pumpkins, hay bales, bundles of wheat, stalks of corn, apple trees, cornucopias, and garlands of leaves.

Both the gate and the giant piano hammers are adorned with thorny branches and autumn leaves.

1010 

1010 are pirate ghosts. (As a fun gag, Blue could wear two eyepatches instead of his sunglasses!)

Meanwhile, Neon J is their ghostly captain, complete with a captain’s hat, a sword at his belt, a fake parrot on his shoulder, and – once again – a fake beard attached to his screen head.

For the battlefield, the flying limousine is decked out to look like a pirate ship, with a mast, a crow’s nest, and a tattered sail.

(I felt 1010 as pirates would be fitting since they're a navy-themed boyband and Neon J was a captain in the navy.)

Eve 

Eve is dressed as Medusa.

Her dark green dress has a scaly pattern, and she accessories with a lot of gold, including spiralling gold sandals and a golden diadem crown.

Her hair has been dyed, shaped, and styled to look like several little writhing serpents.

Her backpiece is composed of even more snakes in gold and teal which wrap around her upper torso and spread out behind her like a peacock’s tail.

Eve’s pupils even become snake-like starting at Phase 2!

For the battlefield, Eve’s gallery has been transformed into an Ancient Greek temple, but with a postmodern/vapourwave twist. Stylized Greco-Roman columns with snakes wrapped around them line the walls, and an ancient looking gold chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The left side would be eggplant purple while the right side would be cerulean blue.

If the player gets hit by the eye lasers from Eve’s giant statue, they’ll actually turn to stone and be frozen in place for a short time.

For Phase 2, on Mayday’s side, the snakes wrapped around the columns have grown larger and are now looming over Mayday, their faces twisted into angry snarls (representing Eve’s derisiveness and hostility towards May).

Meanwhile, Zuke’s side features floating fragments of ruined columns (representing how lost and incomplete Eve felt after Zuke left her). 

Phase 3 is where it really starts to get trippy. Both rooms feature ruined columns and floating shards, along with giant brightly colored snakes slithering all over the background.

The shards in Zuke’s side reflect images of faces screaming in anguish, while the shards on Mayday’s side have limbs protruding from them- one shard has three legs protruding from them in reference to a trinacia. (Look up what a trinacia is to understand the reference!)

Tatiana

Tatiana is a vampire.

She wears black and red robes with bat wing-edged sleeves and a wide collar. Her earrings are coffin shaped, and she has small, pointed fangs that can be seen when she opens her mouth.

At the beginning of her battle, she starts throwing flaming bats.

For the battlefield, Tatiana's office/battle arena is made to feel like a vampire’s castle tower.

The whole room is lit with a deep red glow, and the tall windows that feature the NSR murals are topped with pointed arches, giving them a Gothic look.

You can even see some glass bottles filled with (ahem) red liquid on Tatiana’s desk.

Meanwhile, the Goolings' stage outside is decorated with jack-o-lanterns and hanging skeletons.

DK West

DK West is dressed as Frankenstein FrankenWest!

His look consists of neck bolts, stitch markings, and a dark ragged recolour of his original outfit.

His bull shadow puppet has matching neck bolts, which even emit shadowy electricity when it appears during the battle.

Bunk Bed Junction

Mayday

Mayday is dressed as an imp, wearing a bright red dress with black sleeves and waistcoat, black wings, red horns, and a red tail.

Her guitar is deep purple and splattered with glowing orange paint. It emits a wolf howl when she powers it up for the Showstopper.

Zuke 

Zuke is a werewolf. Ragged clothes with fake fur poking out, extra fur attached to his forearms (don’t ask how got it on there), pointed ears, a bushy tail, pointed fangs, his nose has been painted. Pretty simple.

His drumsticks are splattered with glowing green paint and tipped with tiny light-up pumpkins.

The Other NPCs

Ellie has little bat wings attached to her back and wears a springy bat antenna headband.

And last but not least, 

Kliff . . . is just wearing a pair of Groucho Marx glasses. Yup. That's it.

Let me know what you all think. I’d love to hear some feedback. Thanks for reading! Happy Halloween!

#no straight roads #halloween #dlc ideas #long post #sorry for this being so long #I wish I could draw these but I don't have the equipment #I had so much fun coming up with these concepts #descriptive writing #if this inspires any fan art please let me know id love to see it :) #nsr mayday #nsr 1010 #nsr zuke #neon j #dj subatomic supernova #nsr sayu #nsr yinu #nsr mother #nsr eve #tatiana nsr #ellie nsr #nsr kliff #there's just something so funny about the idea of eve being like

[hearts4juzi]

Hai :3 do u have any wacky wild michael hcs

oh do i!

both adult and teen. loser has been on my mind again.

He gets super fucking cold for no reason and blamed it on ghosts until after fnaf 6 where he brought it up as a joke and the ghost kids were like "...none of us did that" and now he's convinced theres a whole extra ghost after him. (it was cc he didnt mean to initially but cassidy thought it was funny)

He talked to the animatronics all the fuckin time. like he just. chatted with them. especially the fnaf 2 ones. charlie had to sit there and watch him talk to actual robots thinking they were kids. they werent and she told him that in fnaf 6 because she found it so fucking funny

clumsy as HELL i know that man was banging his knee in the SL vents and swearing under his breath

teen mike was also clumsy. probably split his lip on concrete all the time as a kid.

he was also the kinda kid to say "nah, check this out!!" and wake up in the hospital

this is a gross one but. he dealt with bugs a lot post scoop (especially. flies. and what comes with them. iykyk). he'd come into work on mondays smelling like a can of bug repellant. you wont believe what he showers with instead of water.

He was williams least favorite but they had a weird relationship between him moving out and elizabeths death. like some days william despised him and michael just wanted to blow them both up with his mind and some days he comes home like "Hey mike whats up want some pizza for dinner tonight?" and michaels like "fuck yeah why not."

he's henrys favorite afton as a teen and he knows it. and he uses it. Henry fuckin loved that kid he had the man wrapped around his finger. William also notices it and he gets mad at henry over it.

in relation to that, henry was really gentle with michael which was. not helpful im sorry 😭

mike sleeps pretty casually. hes not a light sleeper but not a deep sleeper. unless hes tired. if he hasnt been getting enough sleep youll know because he sleeps like a ROCK.

he fucking loves italian food. for no reason. he just does

he unironically eats beans on toast. He tried it as a joke and then just. never stopped.

he still has his foxy mask it just doesnt fit him. he tries it on again and it hurts his head

cannot afford to go out to eat often and GOD does he complain about it. he is SO FUCKING LOUD when he complains about it. he wants his takeout man

Loves animals but they hate him. A crow tried to take a bite out of him post scoop once nad he had to fight for his life. bro saw his family for a moment there

he is so polite most of the time but if you talk to him after his shift he'll fuck you up. rudest bitch on the block and he was an asshole teen so he knows how to run his mouth

he plays solitaire.

does not know about the context but whenever hes depressed he says "tomorrow is another day" because time moves on anyways!!!! also idk i think its neat

he ate shit in the middle of his shift once and bashed his face on one of the counters and his coworker found the blood the next day and managed to start a rumor that someone died there until michael came in to work with his face bandaged up.

these are so rambly but funny so im gonna keep going

skateboards <3 totally tried to show off and ate shit until william told him if he went to the hospital again he'd take the skateboard. he still ate shit. just hid it better.

taught evan to do a lot. If he didnt feel like bullying him (for an array of reasons, but the biggest is just. boredom. or loneliness. or a mix) he'd teach him something just because he could. skipping rocks, flying a kite. michael doesnt remember it very well but evan does

cassidy kicked him in the knee so hard he was limping for an hour and so he found the golden freddy suit and kicked it too at one point. she didnt feel it tho. and jumpscared him out of spite.

he loves dogs and once brought evan to see one because his friends were busy and he hates being alone and the dog bit the shit out of evan. foreshadowing.

oh yeah i totally think he gets lonely btw. do not leave that guy alone he will get very sad and pathetic!!!

im capping myself here because jesus christ.

#me: ive been losing interest in michael #also me: SO ABOUT MICHAEL. #tzu rambles #tzu asks #headcanons

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 3: new school year

Table of contents

“First day of school, time to get up” i said gently waking Owen up. He groaned and rolled over on his stomach. “I don't want to go to school” he said as the pillow muffled his voice.

“Get up buddy, chop, chop!” I said as I started flickering the lights. Owen squinted his eyes and sighed. “Okay, im up…im up”

I smiled and dashed into my room to get changed. I didn’t do anything too special, just some ripped jeans and an Elvis shirt then my leather jacket. After I looked presentable for society I jogged down stairs where the other two were. Bella was quietly eating an apple and Owen was sitting on the counter eating lucky charms straight from the box.

“Good morning guys, where’s Charlie?” I asked.

“char-Dad already left for work” Bella stuttered. I nodded, grabbing a cereal bar and putting it in my pocket.

“So..you want a ride to school? We have to drop Owen off first but-”

“N-no thanks…um Billy and Jacob Black got me a truck” she said trying not to sound rude. I nodded at her slowly thinking she’s a lot stranger than I remembered.

“ain't she a pleasure in the morning” Owen said eating a hand full of just lucky charm marshmallows. I rolled my eyes and shoved my text books in my bag. “we should probably get going” Owen threw his backpack over his shoulder and quickly grabbed the box of cereal before heading for my impala.

“Okay then…see ya at school then” I yelled out to Bella as we walked out the door.

“she's not very talkative, is she?” Owen chuckled as he clicked his seatbelt in.

“just let her get used to us again” I mumbled as we started our trip to our schools.

Owen went to the middle school on the reservation with Seth Clearwater so it was a little ways away from Forks High, but I didn't mind.

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“you must be the new girl” a voice said as I shut my locker making me jump. “umm y-yeah I'm Y/n” I looked at the boy he was taller than me with dark hair. He looked friendly but I wasn't sure.

“hay I'm Eric... Hay isn't there supposed to be another one of you?” he asked

I looked around the halls as I adjusted my backpack strap. "yeah, my cousin isabella, I don't know where she is” I wanted to avoid her at all costs this year. She wasn't all that bad but I felt like I should get through my last two years of school by myself.

“well I'm the eyes and ears of this school.. Help you out any way I can” he said with a big smile. I looked around slightly overwhelmed by his kindness. It was nice that he didn't look at me with pitty and he didn't feel forced to be nice to me.

“come on Eric give the girl some breathing room” another male voice said. I looked up and smiled at the familiar dark skin and chocolate brown eyes. I immediately passed Eric and gave Tyler a big hug.

“hay Ty” I smiled at my old friend.

“good to see ya kid” the three of us continued down the hallway. I would be lying if I said in didn't like the two guy's company. Eric on my left than Tyler on my right the three of us just talked. We found out we had most of our classes together and I was lucky enough to get a locker next to Tyler.

“so it looks like you have Geometry first" Tyler said reading my schedule as I grabbed the essential things for my classes. “that sucks, I don't have that class”

He handed me back my schedule. “but we have English together next hour” he smiled. I nodded adjusting my books in my arms.

“alright, well I'll see you guys later” I wayed good bye to the two boys and headed the opposite direction. I travled down the crowed hallway and read each door trying to find English-3. I wondered a little longer then made a sharp turn which lead me to coiled with something that felt rock solid. I fell on my butt as my books scadered.

“oh, I'm sorry” I soft voice mumbled as he helped me gather all my books. I stood up first and saw a boy about my age with reddish-brown hair and golden eyes. His eyes were kind and soft but his face was brooding and hard.

As he stood up the reached smell of vampire engulfed my senses. I wanted to scrunch my nose or cover... Something but I didn't want to be rude. From his expression my smell didn't exactly appeal to him either.

He looked down at the book he grabed. “this is amazing... You got a great eye” he said looking at my sketch book.

“thanks...” he softly smiled and hand me the sketch book. “umm... You know where Geometry 2 is?”

The Boy nodded and motioned for me to follow. “I'm y/n Swan by the way”

“Edward Cullen, pleasure to meet you...” he nodded.

"he seems nice... I hope he doesn't care I'm Shifter"

Edward chuckled. “no I don't particularly care at the moment” he said. I raised an eye brow at him wondering where that came from. I'm pretty sure I just thought it.

“and I think your nice too” he said opening the door to our class. I nodded thinking this Vampire was a total nut job.

As we walked in a younger teacher looked up and smiled. He was a bit small for his age and had platinum blonde hair. “good morning, you must be Y/n Swan, right? I'm Mr. Booth”

I nodded and shyly smiled. “I am... Nice to meet you” he smiled back as I set down in the back with Edward. I looked over at Edward and felt content and I didn't know why. He was a simple guy and he seemed like someone I could be friends with.

“thanks for showing me around... You didn't half too” I mumbled softly knowing he could hear me loud and clear. Edward shrugged and took out one of his note books.

“I know about the treaty... If you don't want to hang around me I understand” I mumbled as I watched Mr. Booth scribble a equation on the white board.

“you don't live on the reservation... And as long as we're not on each other's lands I don't particularly care if you hang around me or not” he said back.

I nodded feeling like he was forced to say that. And I particularly didn't want a friend that was just there when we're in a classroom. And what we are or what part of the supernatural spectrum we're on shouldn't justify who we hang around or like.

I didn't saying to him the rest of the class and when the bell rang I didn't waist anytime exiting the class room to meet up with Tyler and Eric so we could go to English-3

#Emmett cullen #Emmett cullen story #Emmett cullen x reader #Emmett cullen imagines #Twilight #New moon #Eclipse #Breaking dawn #Charlie swan #Charlie swan x reader #Bella swan #Bella swan x reader #Carlisle cullen #Carlisle cullen x reader #Esme cullen #Esme cullen x reader #Edward cullen #Edward cullen x reader #Alice cullen x reader #Alice cullen #Jasper Hale #Jasper Hale x reader #Rosalie hale #Rosalie Hale x reader #The vampire diaries #Stefan salvatore #Damon Salvatore #Wolf pack x reader #Sam uley x reader #Sam uley

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Phantom of the Opera Soundscape Library

This is a masterlist of PotO inspired soundscapes I've created. I struggled for weeks to find good ASMR ambience for writing until my good friend @enigmawritesstuff put me on to the myNoise.net sound generator.

Though I created these for some of the hyper-specific settings in my fic When the Longing Returns, (the stable, the dormitory, etc.), they're also good for general PotO ambience. I figure if I can't find good Lair or opera house asmr, most other writers and readers probably can't either. So please, consider this a resource, my gift to you, for the good of all Phan-kind.

Wandering Child (Church Bells (slow), Wind and tree creaks, Wind, Church Bells (faster), Footsteps in snow, Crows, Carriage, Horse and harness, Wind 2, Horse hooves)

Cemetery Walk Preset

Carriage Ride Preset

Carriage House/Opera Stable (Distant Bells, ambient tone, barn/stable, horse munching, distant crowd chatter, distant clatter 1, footsteps, distant clatter 2, blacksmith hammer, rustling hay)

Opera House (Low ambient string tone, deep ambient tone, higher string tone, fireplace crackle, distant singing, flame, crowd chatter, steps, gaslight hiss, cheery babble)

Hallway Preset

Refectory Preset

Foyer Preset (Crowded)

Foyer Preset (Empty)

Empty Stage Preset

Dressing Room Preset

Backstage (Low ambient strings, deep ambient tone, higher ambient strings, ambient horns, flame, crowd chatter, distant clatter (2 kinds), hammering, gaslight hiss)

Ballet Dormitory (Ambient tone, blowing fabric, bells, window wind, wooden creaks (2 kinds), whispering, morning birds, gaslight hiss, cheery babble)

Day Preset

Bedtime Preset

Night Preset

In the Bois (Background Paris, winter wind, Church Bells, snowy footsteps, trotting horses, birds, carriages, children playing, snow thaw, cheery babble)

Phantom's Lair (Lapping water, oar/pole in water, low ambient tone, organ music, lantern/gate squeak, torch/flame, horse & harness, footsteps, pen scratching paper, dripping water)

Tunnel Walk Preset

Boat Ride Preset

Erik Composing Preset

The Setting Sun Inn (Church bells, Chatter, Fireplace (three kinds), footsteps, coin clink, table sounds, wind whistle, light snow) Note: This is the first scape I've done exclusively for Gaston Leroux's novel. When Raoul follows Christine to Perros they lodge at the little inn there, called the Setting Sun, run by one Mme. Tricarde.

Breton Winter (Chilly coastal sounds, night birds, wind rustling heather, crashing waves, light snow) Another 'scape for Leroux, also for The Magic Violin. I've tried to capture the hillside on the edge of the moor overlooking the sea where Christine tells Raoul about her visits from "the Angel of Music"

Other Soundscapes

Chateau Destler (For Guardian Angel by @madamedestler)

Chateau de Chagny (For The Phantom's Atonement by MadameDestler, Chapter's 1 and 3)

Christine's Room Preset

Engagement Party Preset

Madame Bassett's (For The Phantom's Atonement by MadameDestler, Chapters 2, 14, and 15 )

Lounge Preset

Claire's Room Preset

Lyon Cottage (For The Phantom's Atonement by @madamedestler)

Cozy Evening Preset (With Rain)

Cozy Evening Preset (No Rain)

Spring Afternoon Preset

Church Saint-Jacques (For Corpus Christi by @madamedestler. A little combination of Church echo, wooden creaks, fabric rustle, and most important for any sinful assignation--rain and thunder. This is such a vivid setting for a fic, and I really wanted an excuse to do a Cathedral scape. The Church Saint-Jacques is one of the two actual churches in Perros-Guirec. The one that features in Leroux's book may be the other: the Chapel Notre-Dame-de-la-Clarte)

Christine's Sleeping Cell Preset

Night Confession Preset

Sounds of St. Florent (For Sacred by TryingNotToLoveYou. This is such a breath of fresh air. Very specific to the fic because of the Corsica setting, but really good fun because of all the sounds one doesn't often get to use for a PotO scape.)

Boat Ride Preset

Dining Hall Preset

Rain Dance Preset

In Church Preset

For Salvation by TryingNotToLoveYou

Walk from Vornay (For Chapters 1 and 3)

Tavern Preset

Windy Walk Preset

Chateaux Menetou

Chateaux by Night Preset

Chateaux by Day Preset

Dinner Preset

By the Stream Preset

Horse Ride Preset

Bellanger Ball (For Chapters 18 and 19)

At the Ball Preset

Carriage Ride Preset

#phantom of the opera #poto #soundscapes #ambience #poto ambience #the phantom of the opera #when the longing returns #poto fanfiction

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Okay so I've never requested something before so excuse my awkwardness and stuff-

Anyway I was wondering if you'd be willing to write something for Carmina Mora (The artist) from Dbd. Yes I understand bird mommy can't talk but like I think she'd still coo/caw at you affectionately or she just speaks to people telepathically and stuff yeah- basically somehow the crows nest it the main building gets damaged and it's stressing Carmina out because she's new and being thrown into trial after trial. So to help her reader trys fixing it and honestly I just want bird mommy fluff🥺

You don't have to accept this request at all I just thought I'd try even though I probably didn't make a whole lot of since but that's okay lol.

I hope you have an nice day and remember your work is amazing!💖

Thank you so much, sweety, you’re very lovely! <3

Like with any new Killer taken to the Entity’s realm, they are thrown into the most trials, one after the other, with barely any room for rest and the constant pressure to perform and kill as expected.

But the trials ALWAYS just kept happening in her domain, so the more people running around and ruining things, the more Carmina’s little piece of haven got ruined.

Little sculptures broken and thrown around, ripped paintings, messy painting utensils all around...

And the worst of all was that her big Crows’ Nest from the main building was getting disturbed and ripped apart by those nasty survivors and it was messing the poor woman out big time.

Why couldn’t they just die already?!

In the little time she had to spare while losing a survivor, she had to take new little branches and try to glue them back, add some crow feathers and make sure all of her dear companions were doing alright and were left alone by those jerks.

She just wanted to time to rest and some peace and quiet away from any living being that wasn’t her crows.

Poor Carmina hated absolutely anyone and was in such an awful mood... Until she met you.

She was going back to the nest to attempt to repair it, and she saw you, struggling to put back together a rather large chunk of it that fell - Lots of glue, branches, hay and feathers went into the creation of that piece of wall.

She was so moved that she slowly went by your side and started helping you, showing you how it was done, so the work went by much faster and more efficient.

When it was all done, she looked down at you, debating how she should thank you for being the only being that was actually sympathetic to her, so she let her neck down and nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, letting out a soft caw-ing sound.

It was absolutely the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, you thought, so you gave her a few headpats, telling her it was no problem and that you hope her and the crows will be okay.

From then on, Carmina’s trials became much better whenever you were there for her, ‘cause it was the only time she could rest and feel at ease, knowing there was someone who understood her with her.

At the same time, she was a bit weary, knowing very well that everything she ever loved was brutally taken away from her, and was very afraid of allowing you to approach her, as she was catching feelings for you.

But at least, if anything were to happen, she would allow you to hide inside her nest and would cuddle with you protectively, making sure nobody could ever touch you or bring you harm.

In the end, even the crows were getting comfortable around you, and they would caw and seek your attention whenever they found you.

#dbd headcanons #dbd imagine #dbd x reader #dbd #dead by daylight imagine #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight headcanons #dead by daylight #the artist #the artist x reader #the artist imagine #the artist headcanons #carmina mora #carmina mora x reader #carmina mora imagine #carmina mora headcanons

[the-arcade-doctor]

[pets the tiny crow doctor]

meow....

hello little guy :3

hai ! :D

[misplacedmoorwitch]

✨Southern Hemisphere Witch Dates for 2024! ✨

Apologies for the delay team, hectic times. This'll be my last one of these for a while - I'm moving to Canada in May! <3

Sabbats - Traditional and astronomical dates are included, so you can celebrate how you prefer.

🥐 Lughnasadh 🥐  - Thursday 1st Feb (Trad.)  - Sunday 4th February  (Astro.) 🍎  Mabon 🍎 -   Thursday 21st March (Trad.) - Wednesday 20th March  (Astro.) 🎃 Samhain 🎃  - Tuesday April 30th/Wednesday May 1 (Trad.)  - Sunday May 5th  (Astro.) 🎄 Yule 🎄 - Friday 21st June (Trad.) - Friday 21st June (Astro.) 🕯️ Imbolc 🕯️  -  Thursday 1st August (Trad.) - Wednesday 7th August (Astro.) 💐 Ostara  💐 - Saturday 21st September (Trad.) - Sunday 22nd September  (Astro.) 🔥 Beltane🔥 -  Thursday 31st October   (Trad.) - Friday 8th November  (Astro.) 🌻 Litha 🌻 - 21st December, (Trad.) -  21st December  (Astro.)

Moon Dates - Some locations and countries will have specific moons based on local phenomena, so this is more of a general guide than anything specific.

🌚Jan 11th🌚 - New Moon in Capricorn ♑ 🌾Jan 25th 🌾- Thunder/Hay Moon in Leo 🌚 February 9th🌚 - New Moon in Aquarius ♒ 🐾February 24th🐾 - Dog/Red/Grain Moon in Virgo 🌚 March 10th 🌚 - New Moon in Pisces ♓ 🥝 March 25th 🥝- Fruit Moon in Libra 🌚 April 8th🌚 - New Moon in Aries (Solar Eclipse) ♈ 🍂 April 23rd 🍂 - Harvest Moon in Scorpio 🌚 May 7th 🌚 - New Moon in Taurus ♉ ❄️ May 23rd ❄️- Ice Moon in Sagittarius 🌚 Jun 6th 🌚 - New Moon in Gemini ♊ 🐺 June 21st 🐺- Long Night/Dingo/Oak Moon in Capricorn 🌚 July 5th 🌚 - New Moon in Cancer ♋ ⛄ July 21st ⛄ - Old/Ice Moon in Capricorn 🌚 August 4th 🌚- New Moon in Leo ♌ ⚡ August 19th⚡ - Kangaroo/Storm Moon in Aquarius 🌚 September 2nd 🌚 - New Moon in Virgo ♍ 🐛 September 17th 🐛 - Worm/Crow Moon in Pisces (Lunar Eclipse) 🌚 October 2nd 🌚 - New Moon in Libra (Solar Eclipse) ♎ 🌱 October 17th 🌱 - Seed/Egg Moon in Aries 🌚 November 1st 🌚 - New Moon in Scorpio ♏ 🐇 November 15th 🐇 - Flower/Hare Moon in Taurus 🌚 November 30th 🌚 - New Moon in Sagittarius ♐ 🍓 December 15th 🍓 - Black Swan/Strawberry Moon in Gemini 🌚 December 30th 🌚 - New Moon in Capricorn ♑

Astrological Phenomena - Visibility will depend on where you are, so be sure to check if they’ll affect you here!

🌚 24-25 March 🌚 - Lunar Eclipse (Penumbral) 🌞 8 April 🌞 - Solar Eclipse (Total) 🌚 17-18 September 🌚 - Lunar Eclipse (Partial) 🌞 2 October 🌞 - Solar Eclipse (Annual) 🌚 17 October 🌚 - Lunar Eclipse (Almost)

☿️ Mercury Retrogrades ☿️ 

APRIL 1, 2024 - APRIL 25, 2024 AUGUST 4, 2024 - AUGUST 28, 2024 NOVEMBER 25, 2024 - DECEMBER 15, 2024

♀️ Venus Retrograde ♀️ No Retrogrades ♂Mars Retrograde ♂ - December 26th 2024 - February 23rd 2025 ♃ Jupiter Retrograde ♃ - October 9th 2023 - Feb 4th 2025 ♄ Saturn Retrograde ♄ - June 29th - November 15th ♅ Uranus Retrograde ♅ - September 1st 2024 - Jan 30th 2025 ♆ Neptune Retrograde ♆ July 2nd - December 4th ♇ Pluto Retrograde ♇ - May 2nd - October 1st ⚷ Chiron Retrograde ⚷ - July 26th - December 29th For more info about each planet’s retrograde, please see astrology.com.

Star Sign Dates - Same as the Northern Hemisphere, but still useful to have for reference.

♒ Aquarius ♒  January 20th - February 18th ♓ Pisces  ♓   February 19th - March 19th ♈ Aries ♈  March 20th - April 19th ♉ Taurus ♉  April 19th - May 20th ♊ Gemini ♊ May 20th - Jun 20st ♋ Cancer  ♋  June 20th - July 22nd ♌ Leo ♌  July 22nd - August 22rd ♍ Virgo ♍  August 22nd - September 22rd ♎ Libra ♎  September 22nd - October 22th ♏ Scorpio ♏   October 22nd - November 21nd ♐ Sagittarius ♐  November 21st - December 21st ♑ Capricorn ♑  December 21st - January 19th

Sources: - Spheres of Light - Trad Sabbat Dates - Pagain - Astro Sabbat Dates - Springwolf.net - Southern Hemisphere Moon Names - Griffith Observatory - 2023 Moon Phases - Astroseek - Starsigns the new moons are in -YourZodiacSign - Starsign dates for 2024

#southern hemisphere pagan #witch #sabbats #2024 #wheeloftheyear #southern hemisphere witch #southern hemisphere sabbat #eclipses #retrogrades #wheel of the year southern hemisphere #australia witch #new zealand witch #aotearoa witch

[redraven3093]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 22

hai phil-Early birbs lets go

You do have so many shits laying around

AUSIE AUSIE OIOIOI

Tallulah Darling hi :D its SO early for u-CHAYANNE HONEY YU AWAKE! - KIDDO buddy You give us ALL a HEARTATTCAK

Yeah scold him Phil >:(- PFFT Tallulah! -  CHAYANNE PLS SHE HAVENT SLEPT

ETOILES WOULD BE PUT IN PRISON

Safety first :D- no joint room

Well the kid literally have been sleeping a lot Lullah what do you expected?

PFTT 3 HOURS? CHAYANNE BUDDY PLS REST

Pretty – LMAO PHIL PLS THE 4th WALL PHIL

Yeah the room is not orange enough- Gordon ramsay tangent-

OMG TALLULAH SWEETY WHY DIDN’T YOU HAVE ANY FOOD?!- AVACADO toast FOR THE WIN!- CHAYANNE you too!

Food Check- DÉCOR time – Judging ur vibe-

Oh no u stuck- YAY FREDOM – IKEA LETS GOO

Lol the kids- all pumpkins- YAH STEAL THE RICH

Oh what about forever?- DID YA WIN SON??- AWWW noo

Woah that’s far- that is such a unique pattern- jumping blok-

Where is she?- PlANT TIME- WOAHH COOL- hey Tallulah

Oh ? good news first- white puffball U can eat them??

Yeah so Storage rooms

Grappling time- HERE WE GO

Yeah must be Dappers doing- Dapper is so crazy- HOLLY SHIT DAPPER U ARE CRAZY- ITS IN ALPHEBITICAL ORDER?!- It’s the Tesseract

Lol yeah you guys spend way to much time marveling dapper’s farm

Lolwas that enough?- fastest adventure we had- yeah don’t wory Lullah ur safe now

YEAH DÉCOR TIME AGAIN- yeah this looks good

Oh hey Tubbo

Oh?- Spanish music?- dance time cant hear the song thou

If you don’t know about love FUQ OFF lol- opp TOXIC- good guy behavior?

Lol yeah put all of it

CHAYANNNE- we did all that huh

Oh wait? They have titles??- YEAH CHAT GET YOUR TOAST

That is so cool- oh yeah you did that

AWW So CUTE

Yeah it look so good

AW YEAH WILL’S LETTERS

Phil’s pls he was assassinated by a baby

PFFT PHIL PLS NOT THAT ONE

A picture for the whole fam

Ahh a trip down the memory lane

Ah yes his favorite pic

Lol he got a pc-yeah not a good idea to put it next to the fire-well a kid got to have his fun

AWW THAT IS SO CUTE :D

AGUSTIN

Lol “no. MINE”

New song- yeah2 vod watchers cant hear anything lol- SPYxFAMILY??-OHH COMEDY that one

Yeah that is sweet

LET HIM COOK

Yeah it is pretty

LMAO Phil pls-PERMITED LETS GO

Phil pls

YEAH LETS GO to the TOP

Wicked lets go

Oh? A shulker box? Eyyo?

Lol bird brain go brr

:)

“Probably trash “he said LIES

PFFT LMAO he did it the son of a ditch

Lol its all fun Chayanne don worry- phil pls

STAR GAZING LETS GO

To the uppies place-safe and sound

Heloo-it DOES LOOK like a nest – birdza strikes again-The crows nest :D

AWW :D- so cute- an ECLIPSE- CUTE-

YEAH BED TIME STORY – OHH a SUPERNOVA

Oh the Beetlejuice :D- Yeah INFO DUMP

YEAH that is Cool

Gotta pay that bill

Yeah he did do that- Chayanne pls buddy

Yeah well they have reasons to be paranoid Tallulah, years of experience ca do that

:( PHILZA – YES WE DID SO PLS STAY SAFE

:’)

AWW KIDS WE LOVE YOU TOO – what happened with the squid?- aww buddy

Ah shit, imma cry – music paid actor

Goofy picture

Oh? – AWW KIDDO :’D

UGH MY HEART – AWW BUDY – PFT Tallulah sweety

AWW YOU TWO

Holly Lullah u have plenty

YEAH BED TIME

Opp ur stuck - oh okay good

Old chair

Etoiles have high standards- lmao- ??? holy – opp she voided

Question time- iron? Oh its not/j- pfft

Opp welcome back!- pfft

Yeah lets goo- oh so the Fed didn’t kidnaped you?

Yeah go get rest kiddos- oh that’s okay Tallulah

a hotel brunt down?-

?

who

OH FUCK OFF YOU BINARY BASTARDS

STOP TAKING PHOTOS U SHIT

WALTERBOB?!

FUCK OFF

STAY AWAY FROM CHAYANNE YOU SON OF DITCH

YEAH GO OFF PHIL- YEAH AND STAY THE FUK AWAY YA SHIT

Yeh he did- scuff encounter- YEAH NO MERCY- NOT IF HE WAS THE BINARY BASTARD

Vote for Walter

Pfft ever the humble Tallulah- okay stop fighting

Yeh MUSIC BOX

STAY SAFE KIDDOS

GOODNIGHT TALLULAH CHAYANNE

a fresh BRUISED Lettuce

BYE KIDS

Yeah those guys are creeps

?? oH YEaH IT DID- Failed egg? I mean why did the FEDs even made the EGGS

Chat?- PFT THT IS TOO BIG

YEY BYE PHIL

#don't mind me #qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp binary entity #qsmp live blogging #qsmp liveblog #qsmp vodblog #?

[starfacedstudio]

@doedreamiing and I are putting the final touches onto our Discord server, Crowberry Comic Connection, and have some exciting news! We will be making it public on September 30th, and we had some time to put together at least something for the opening:

Image ID: A poster with prompts listed on sticky note graphics (in transcript below). It has little crowberry creature doodles and leaf decorations around the text (also transcribed below), and a fake wax seal with the Crowberry Comic Connection logo is in the corner. End ID.

Transcript:

Crowberry Comic Connection presents: Crowtober 2023!

Prompt List:

Week 1 (Day 1-7): Crow, Fall, Weave, Loose, Sweater, Startle, Rain

Week 2 (Day 8-15): Color, Coffee, Harvest, Bump, Stranger, Thirteen, Footstep, Web

Week 3 (Day 16-23): Hollow, Leaves, Patch, Hay, Lost, Inside, Dirt, Haunt

Week 4 (Day 24-31): Dark, Visibility, Rot, Worm, Vile, Treat, Trick, Costume

Crowtober, like any other October art thing, is a list of prompts to use as inspiration to create! Though we focus on comics, feel free to do just about anything else with these (we'd certainly love to see some story-based pieces, though!)

Do as little or as many as you want. Please do not burn yourself out. We recommend choosing just prompts that you find most interesting, and can have the most fun with!

End of transcript.

We wanted a lil something to start the server off, and wanted to post a bit early as a teaser (and to give some heads up). You absolutely do not have to join the server to participate, this is merely a prompt list and you can really just do whatever you want with it. Nothing needs to be polished, don't feel pressured to do all 31 days (we both certainly will not be doing every prompt), just have fun with them!

Feel free to tag us (@doedreamiing or @starfacedstudio) if you post something made from the prompts here, we'd love to see what you make :D

#crowtober2023 #crowberry comic connection #discord server #froxart #froxposting #described #comictober #october #prompt list #prompts #had fun making this lil poster!! i am simply. a little guy who likes graphic design #btw the font we use here is called Dish Out its VERY nice and free :) used a font called Day Care for commas/apostrophes #were gonna keep saying this but we're really excited for this server. we hope it ends up being a nice place for art folks to hang out! #pls pls pls do tag us if you do anything (quick sketches. doodles. anything) with these we wanna see!!!!