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breannasfluff · 7 months

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The next portal takes them not to another Hyrule, but across the map. Wild steps out into swirling mist and the echo of laughter. He turns to grin at the others, only to pause.

“Hey, where are the others?”

The only ones there are Twilight, Legend, and Warriors.

The captain looks around and groans. “Why can’t Hylia send working portals? We’ll have to find the others. Hey, cook, do you know where we are?”

“I do.” Wild grins as he reaches out to the magic of the forest. “We’re in the Lost Woods.”

“Great. And I’m sure everyone else will be just peachy on their own. Is there anything dangerous here?”

With a shrug, Wild waves for them to follow him. “We’ll be fine. Come on, I’ll take us to the center. If the others aren’t there I’ll go look for him.”

“I could track them as Wolfie?”

“No, the forest will turn you around. Better to keep everyone in one spot.”

The hum of magic is familiar and Wild loosens further, glancing at the others. They don’t react. Then again, these are the members he’s Claimed.

Timeless, sigh the trees around him. Ancient. Watching. The magic here is slow and soothing. The champion hums to himself as he walks. It will be nice to see Hestu again. And the Great Deku Tree! Would the others be able to see the koroks?

Following the hidden lines of magic, Wild turns first right, then left. A few more steps and he doubles back, then cuts to the side.

Legend sighs behind him. “Is this really necessary? How do you know where we are going?”

“I can just…feel the path. It’s fine, I navigate the forest like this all the time.”

“We’re going to cross the whole thing three times before we make it to the center.”

Wild gives him a grin that’s more like a baring of teeth. “Why don’t you pick a direction and find out what happens?”

He gets a considering look. “Am I going to be snatched off a path? Plunged down a hole? Eaten? Entranced?”

With a laugh, Wild gives him a little push. “I’ll keep you safe. See what happens.”

The vet isn’t appeased but pulls out a compass. The needle spins wildly. He tries checking the sky and trees, but that doesn’t help in the forest. Finally, with a shrug, he steps confidently into the mist.

It only takes a few steps for the magic of the forest to go on alert. Intruder! Danger! The laughter grows louder and the mist swirls closer.

Legend bats at the air, sending it swirling in little eddies. “Wild? Is this normal?”

“Yep! Keep going! I think you almost made it!”

He turns around with a glare, hands on his hips. “You’re a little shit, you know that?”

Go away, go away! Says the magic. It reaches for Legend, curling in the beginning of a spell. Wild’s aura reaches back and touches the forest. Mine, it says, and the echo matches the shining not-cage of the Claim on Legend.

Warriors shines with it too, bright in the dimness of the trees, even though it’s not something Wild sees with his eyes.

The magic subsides and slips back into the normal rhythm in recognition. The mist thins and swirls, aimless.

Legend is still looking around; he can tell something has changed. “What was that?”

“The magic of the forest. It confuses people who don’t follow the path. Usually, the spell dumps them near an exit.”

“Why didn’t it take me?”

This time, Wild’s smile is satisfied. “Because you are Mine.”

Warriors claps a hand on Twilight’s shoulder, ignoring his frown. “As interesting as this exercise has been, any chance we can move on and find the others?”

With a nod, Wild turns back to the invisible path and leads them deeper into the forest.

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#eldritch woods #eldritch wild #lu wild #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wind #koroks #lost forest #linked universe #linkeduniverse #breannasfluff #my writing

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nookisms · 3 months

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Finished my second Kirby game

Went from "Yay there's so many different games to choose from! (he's a jolly fellow 🤨)" to "Humanity Is Extinct, Your Friends Are Kidnapped, And Something Haunts This Land"

Masterpost

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isbergillustration · 2 months

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I don't usually paint over paintings that are under a week old but the previous one just wasn't very good. Unclear whether this is an improvement

#artists on tumblr #illustration #acrylic painting #painting #eldritch angel #landscape #although i use the term loosely. someone from my ma is out there teaching realistic oil painting landscape workshops #and here i am... loosely smearing pastel plastics onto some wood #my art

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ghost-bxrd · 1 month

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For @pics-and-fanfics who requested Fae!Dick 💚

I got way carried away with this one lol.

Anyway, looking at other creatures too long isn’t recommended. Catching even a glimpse can be… disconcerting.

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mac-and-thefox · 7 months

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Eldritch Mountain, anyone?

Sculpture by Garret Kane

#mac's thoughts #mountain ghoul #the band ghost #what would you do if you came across that in the woods?#eldritch mountain #creechur mountain #honestly though this is very beautiful

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ravenmoodle · 21 days

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The Bramble

Wanted to create a 'envy' themed monster- but without being too on the nose. So I was thinking this eldritch god who envies humans for the simplicity of their existence.

the tangle of space. who yearns for the simplicity of being mortal

#my art #OCs #character design #Eldritch horror #hands #the bramble #also i wanted to do a more humanoid version that- idk.. maybe they use when they can't fit their true form places.#admittedly i just wanted to draw a monster guy #i love the 'hair' made out of hands tho- v proud of that.#i imagine they talk like the big cat 'god' thing from Night in the woods #i made him to be a Keeping Crows '''god''' character but still thinking about how it'd fit.#body horror

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wangxianficrecs · 6 months

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It Lies Beneath These Hallowed Woods by meekome

It Lies Beneath These Hallowed Woods

by meekome (@meekkome)

M, WIP, 10k, Wangxian

Summary: The shadows are alive. Writhing and twisting around him, creeping over him, between his fingers, around his throat, curious and hungry. The dirt beneath is black like dried blood, which makes the shards and fragments of bones half-buried around him easy to see, white and glimmering unnaturally bright in the gloom. Then something looks at him, from behind the shadows, and Wei Wuxian flinches at the weight of its attention. “Who are you?” Wei Wuxian says, voice echoing strangely as the silence stretches and the resentment nips at his skin, held back by this thing he cannot see. You do not have a name for what I am, it finally says. Wei Wuxian sucks in a slow breath. “What are you, then?” The trees bend and snap in a sudden breeze and the ghosts around him spin and whine, and Wei Wuxian is horrified to realize it is laughing. Shall I let you see, little cultivator? Doing so has driven more humans mad than the number of bones that sleep beneath your feet. But Wei Wuxian has never been good at ignoring knowledge, no matter the consequences, and he does not look away. Kay's comments: I know Halloween is already over, but it's still spooky season in my heart, so this story is very fitting. In which, not only are the Burial Mounds sentient and changing Wei Ying even more than they did in canon, but also! Lan Wangji follows him into the Burial Mounds after he heard that the Wens have thrown him in there and he communicates!! Love that for Wangxian and I can't wait to see how this story concludes.

pov alternating, canon divergence, sentient burial mounds, eldritch wei wuxian, monster wei wuxian, body horror, angst with a happy ending, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, fix-it, yiling laozu wei wuxian, yiling laozu lan wangji, love confessions, friends to lovers, developing relationship, sunshot campaign, communication, married lan wangji/wei wuxian

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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visenyaism · 2 months

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him saying this while stanced in a way that he really does just look like a big arrangement of various triangles and points is so fun. you look sharp

#bg3 #eldritch blastmaxxing #i’m not going to romance him this run i promise. well wyll did hook up with him in the woods but that’s irrelevant #going against what the tumblr girlies say and calling that he had brown eyes before. it makes sense to me

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breannasfluff · 6 months

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Eldritch Fairy

Leaving Lon Lon Ranch has Wild just as disappointed as the rest of the boys now. Time seems to flow slower on the farm and it’s easy to fall into a gentle rhythm. Monsters, though, care little for rest.

It’s with information on their whereabouts in hand that the group gathers at the border of the ranch.

Malon fusses with all of them, pulling them into hugs. When she squeezes Wild, that faint, gentle Claim magic slips through his skin. He squeezes her tighter.

Now that he knows what to look for, it’s easy to feel the Claim she leaves on Time. It’s gentle enough to be buried under the mark that is Fierce. The faint not-light also hints it won’t last long. Slowly, the claim will fade. Here, on the Ranch, everything sparkles with Malon’s touch.

Time pulls her into one last kiss, whispers in her ear, and brushes a stray hair out of her eye. The love in his gaze is so apparent, Wild half-expects to see him Claim Malon, despite not being able to.

Then they are on the path and Lon Lon Ranch is fading into the horizon behind them. The rumors stated monsters were seen deep in the forests. They have some traveling to do.

The journey is uneventful and, while the Chain finds evidence of monsters in the woods, there are no living ones to be found. Just a path of destruction heading deeper.

“Be careful in here,” Time warns. “The Lost Woods aren’t kind to strangers. Many of you have something similar in your own eras.”

The Great Deku tree comes to mind and Wild reaches out to the forest as they travel deeper. There’s no network of roots and energy flows here, though; at least, not ones he’s familiar with.

The magic of the forest shifts and hisses at his touch, withdrawing and coming back with thorns to rip and tear. Wild pulls himself in all the way. This wood is not friendly—it’s on defense.

“Time, are we sure the monsters made it this deep?” Warriors frowns as he wanders to the edge of the path. “I know we’re following all these broken branches, but do we even know if it was made by the monsters?”

Twilight nods and glares at the growing shadows. “This feels like a trap.”

“Would the woods lure us in?”

“Yes,” the old man says but holds up a hand to stop their questions. “But I’d be able to tell if it was a trap of the woods making and this isn’t. This is something else. If it’s not our black-blooded foes, then it’s another monster rampaging through the forest.”

“And let me guess, we can’t leave it alone?”

“Exactly.”

With a groan, the group continues on.

The magic of the forest is shifting. Looping. Wild tilts his head one way, then the other. He spins around, walks a few steps back, then turns again.

“Stay with the group, Wild,” Time calls back to him.

Legend pauses to wait for him. “Do you sense something?”

“I’m not sure.” He shrugs and joins the vet as they weave through the trees. “Something is changing, but I can’t decide how.”

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#eldritch fairy #eldritch wild #lu wild #lu time #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu legend #lu hyrule #tatl #lost woods

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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 2 years

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SHUB-NIGGURATH

by Carpet-Crawler

#tentacles #fhtagn #carpet-crawler #shub-niggurath #concept art #chara design #cthulhu #lovecraft #the black goat of the woods with a thousand young #creature #horror #monster #great old ones #elder god #outer gods #steinhardts guide to the eldritch hunt #bloodborne #fhtagnnn

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violentlydefending · 8 months

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finally got my new store up and running!! (concordandcliches.bigcartel.com!)

it's mostly a variety of enamel pins, but there's an acrylic charm and some wooden pins in the mix, too! hopefully there'll be some stickers in the near future 👀

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isbergillustration · 1 year

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Rooted

#the hearts are wood and the ghost is cardboard attached to the paper #looks more 3d irl #illustration #artists on tumblr #ghosts #painting #eldritch angel #my art

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 month

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tempted to write something about a creature in the woods fucking up readers' crops/ shed based on real events. Some little bastard (or group of bastards) have absolutely demolished my bird feed and made a mess even after I put it under rocks and 2 pounds of soil. HOW did they manage to do it??? I have no clue but when I find them... unspeakable things will be done.

#I have pics of evidence second day in a row this has happened #I thought it was squirrels but no way a few squirrels could make those bite marks and drag a heavy ass box towards the woods #My next guess is raccoons or possums.. I will find them #kn1ves rants #knives rants #writing #Monster #Eldritch monster #Eldritch #Creature in the woods #mythical creature #creatures #creature

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wr-n · 10 months

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Empty Home

An Eldritch Twins fic

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The early morning swept a chill through the air, only to be warmed by the hot sun. Summer had arrived. It was a time Nightmare found himself standing in the open field behind the castle to bathe in the warmth of the sunlight.

Another year after the truce with Dream had passed. Worlds celebrate the momentus occasion with great joy. Praising the brighter god with gifts and congratulations.

It was a time the village, under his influence, celebrated for the start of the summer harvest and gratitude for the previous season's bountiful crops. They'd left new trinkets and gems for Nightmare as offerings.

But the season also brought old wounds back to the surface, memories of stones and blood. He put a hand to the spot on his cheek that a scar used to sit over his old vessel. The searing pain that ran through him in the past became mere phantom pangs. Did they have to throw the stones so hard...?

"Its a shame you killed them already. I missed out on the fun."

Killer made his way over, the urge for retribution flowing through their shared connection. It flattered the god, hearing his loyal thrall call for the heads of the mortals in his name. But as good as it sounded to watch as Killer ripped apart the villagers that tormented him, the fight for their souls with the god of death was less appealing. They weren't worth the trouble of his effort.

"A sweet sentiment." He offered softly, turning to cup a hand over his thrall's cheek, aiming to soothe him.

Killer felt the twinge of disappointment before surrendering to his touch, sockets lowering. They didn't need words, their bond going far beyond that method of communication. Songs and the gentle pull of their souls were all they needed.

Even now, Nightmare could hear the song of Killer's life, the way it twisted and bled with sweet pain. It called to him desperately for safety and love. Nightmare knew his mind was warped even before he lay claim to his soul. He'd watched it happen himself. He'd watched them all. They were always going to be his one way or another. Well... except...

"Hey, come on, am I boring you? Don't think about that asshole."

Killer's voice lured his thoughts back to the one in front of him. Ah, he was thinking about Cross again. A particular wound that could never fully close inside him. Nightmare could still feel the faint connection between them in the back of his mind, taunting him.

It had hurt when he found that his brother occupied more of his heart than Nightmare did. The nights Cross would try to sneak out or use his vacation days to go and see Dream were... painful. He had no need for physical tears and emotional responses without a vessel, but the urge to nagged at him regardless.

Killer and Dust visiting his room to holding him tightly was sometimes the only thing keeping him from drowning the world in rain and storm. But his sadness bled out to the others. It was a rough month. A month Cross was absent for.

It also caused countless fights between the three thralls, Killer and Dust teaming up to give Cross scalding remarks and harrassing him in the halls of the castle. Nightmare would, of course, save the little knight from their wrath. Despite his betrayal, unintentional or not, he still loved him. It would hurt more to see his chosen be eaten alive by his own teammates.

Hands move to hold Nightmare's firmly, grounding him.

"It hurts, Night..."

Even worse, Killer had loved Cross just as much when they were both starting out. Their banter and playful exchanges were what filled the empty halls into the dead of night. Wrestling and secret places to share intimite moments together. But as Cross drifted away and Horror had no interest in getting closer to Nightmare, Killer had almost been isolated.

Dust was both of their saving grace at that point. A point where they both carried along their duties and done their best to keep the operation running.

(Horror was the most loved and attended to in this stretch of time before Dust. It was their mistake to neglect him a little afterward in their excitement.)

Dust was loyal and had enough endurance to match Killer's urge to fight. Sure, they were bitter enemies to the very end, but under Nightmare's total influence, they both grew to tolerate and love each other in turn. They had a new priority now, and protecting Nightmare had helped greatly to push aside their differences.

"I doubt Dream has this much trouble with his thralls..." The god murmurs somberly.

With Cross under his thumb and three other eager thralls, Dream was surely flourishing with success. Never toiled with their traumas and deeply ingraned fears. Never agonized over the possibility of them leaving him, even if it was Nightmare himself who finally let him go.

"Yeah, well, Dream can go fuck himself. And Cross. You know what? Everyone can fuck themselves."

Killer grumbled, annoyed with the troubled expression Nightmare held. Though, his little monologue did bring a soft, mirthful song from the god.

"I appreciate your concern."

With that, Nightmare pulled him in close and dimmed the light around them so Killer didn't have to deal with the sweltering heat. His arms encircled them and drew them to his chest, resting his chin over their head.

"Its fucked up, you know... You did everything for us and they dont feel a thing about it."

"Calm yourself, love."

Nightmare took a breath and let it out, gathering his energy for the emotional strain the topic brought him.

"Cross had been taken by Dream before I could, I do not blame him. It was always destined for him to seek out my brother. And Horror..."

Horror was a special case. Loyal to a point, wanting to leave but always returning, loving, and yet... it was a purgatory. A crossroads. Horror wanted both, but it was clear to him that his connection to Nightmare was weaker.

Killer frowned and pressed his face to Nightmare's chest, closer to his core. The dark swirling negativity in the pit of his ribcage brought Killer a bittersweet calmness that nothing else could come close to replicating.

".... yeah. Alright." He conceeds, although somewhat stubbornly.

The two spent a while like that before Nightmare bent reality around them so that they were both now in Nightmare's bedroom.

Gothic decor littered the room, centuries old astrology tools were put on display over his shelves and desk, books stacked and shelved neatly away in an unknown order, fabrics that could cause anyone unbranded to lose their mind in its patterns.

It was dark. So dark that Nightmare still needed to guide Killer to the bed despite their aquired night vision.

"They are entitled to their own decisions. Whether or not they feel gratitude is for them to decide."

To save Horror from the fate of many horrortale Sanses was Nightmare's choice. To clothe and house him was also his choice. To give him freedom was his ultimate sacrifice to Horror.

"Not gonna stop me from giving them shit over it..."

"Mm, I don't doubt that. But, at the very least, treat them with some level of care."

"They dont deserve you! Seriosly! We've been over this, and they keep hurting you over and over again! I don't-!"

Killer suddenly felt a dizzying sleepiness overtake him and swallow up the words bubbling up his throat. The gentle lulling for him to go limp in Nightmare's hold descended over Killer and left him tired.

'Enough. There will be no discussing this.'

Nightmare filled their mind with his will and put Killer into a cotten-filled trance. Killer was his most loyal thrall, and while it was a wonderful thing to behold, it also meant that Killer liked to tear at wounds angrily in defense of Nightmare. There was no need.

A knock on the door nearly stirred Killer from his dreamy state. A quick reach with Nightmare's influence confirmed it was Dust.

'Come in, beloved.' He beckons.

The large doors open and pitch black tendrils wrap around Dust's arms, guiding him to join the bed. As he was pulled in, the doors shut with a click.

"Mm... Really upset... came to.... check on you."

Nightmare pressed kisses to the blind skeleton, rewarding his intuition.

'Thank you for coming to me. Killer has been a handful.'

"You... were thinking... about them again..."

Nightmare nods to no one but Dust could feel the motion within the connection.

'Indeed. I did not mean to drag you both into my thoughts.'

Dust tried to grip at Nightmare's clothes, but was unable due to the tendrils. They slither away and allow him to hold Nightmare instead.

"..."

The quiet was contrasted by the chaos of Dust's thoughts. An amalgamation of anger, hatred, fear, despair. As if not one emotion could be felt without two others bleeding and mixing into it.

Nightmare did his best to absorb these feelings, leaving Dust with a neutral emotion of melancholy.

"... ... ... I want to date Horror.... officially."

The sudden announcement was... intriguing, but untimely. He knew Dust had formed some sort of attachment to Horror for a while now but... Now?

'Explain, love.'

Dust was working his mouth, forming his words carefully and turbing the gears in his mind.

".... maybe.... he'll stay...."

The words shot a twist of pain in Nightmare's core. No, no, Dust can't do this, he can't love for that reason. Its a desperate reach, something one one would agree to. It wouldn't change the fact that Horror had people he loved in his own world. He would never part with them for... us.

'I'm... sorry.'

The rejection settled deep in Dust.

'You can't.'

His hand clung to Dust's clothes, feeling Dust press at the emotions Nightmare tried to put a lid on.

"I'm so sorry." The god whispers aloud.

Because at the end of each and every day, Nightmare's calls to them were never enough to bring them back to him. And clinging to his two closest lovers was all he could manage.

A pitiful god trapped in a cage of his own making. And his two keepers.

#eldritch twins #wraith writes #nightmare #killer #dust #came out of the woods with one bar of signal to give this to you guys #enjoy ^^#*vanishes back into the bushes*

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your-local-grinning-cat · 3 months

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Someone has cut some of your cat fur

And that someone is Rook who in invisibility

@bonjour-it-your-hunter

*tilts head as I feel my fur being cut*

*smiles an eerie smile*

*slowly, but without hesitation, turns and looks directly at where an invisible Rook is hiding*

Rook~!

*croons with a throaty purr*

RooooOOOOOOOOoooOooOOOoooook~~~~~!!!

The hunter wants to pllllLAAy?

Have you ever played cAt and mouse?

Except you? Are the 🐁? And NOT the hunter?

*still staring directly at you, even though you are invisible*

YOU. ARE. IN. MY. WOODS. ROOK. HUNT.

I. CAN. SEE. YOU.

DO NOT FORGET WHOSE LAND YOU STAND ON. YOU HOLD NO POWER IN THE LAND OF UNREALITY AND MADNESS. THIS IS MY DOMAIN.

I SEE YOU BUT YOU ONLY SEE ME IF I WISH IT.

*cackles with mad glee as I disappear, taking the fur you cut with me*

*you feel my claws brush against your throat in a clear warning and your invisibility flickers - you are visible once more for a second before going back to being invisible*

*my voice seems to voice echoes around you*

After all… I wouldn’t want to take away your invisibility fully… from one prankster to another….

But do not use it on me. Not right now. I am having my fun. You are having yours. This is mine. That is yours. Mine is mine and your is yours. If you attempt to remove my fun…

I will remove your fun completely and remove you from my Woods like I removed Trey.

*appears in front of your invisible form, smiling brightly and happily as if numerous threats were not just issued*

But you have fun with your invisibility in the meantime!!!!!!!! It’…zzzzzsss fun being invisible!!!!! Lotslitslototslotslotslots of fun!

And whatevrrrrrr you makessss with mryyy furrr???????¿¿¿

*giggles* I wanna know what it doessssss!!!!!!!! I wanna knowwwww!!!!!!!! So be sure to tell k!!?? K? Kkk? Okay!!!!!

*the fur you cut from me has already grown back, nothing seems out of place on me, though at the same time… everything seems out of place*

So I will not make you visible and you will not make me not catnipped!!!!! And I will not kick you out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TelllLLLllll Trey to stop beinggfffG such a worryyhrY warttty!!!!

It’ll wear offfffffffFFFFFFFFffffffff

eventually!

*snickers as I disappear into the night, leaving you alone where you stand in my Tulgey Wood*

#you may be a hunter :)#but I am a [REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED]#do not think you can outdo me in my own safe place #outside my Wood may be a different matter #but while I am safe within?#you have no power here #catnipped che’nya #che’nya chats #che’nya the [REDACTED]#che’nya grins #twst rp #che’nya rp #ar note: che’nya goes further into full Eldritch horror mode the more he lets his insanity and madness loose #ar note: when it comes to catnip it is best to just let it run its course and leave him be and DO NOT PROVOKE HIM #ar note: but also… he won’t always be in fully hyper insanity mode… I’m sure he’ll suddenly switch catnip modes soon…#ar note: sorry rook… but hey! have fun with his fur!

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