Tag game...(?)

I found something- this

so I'm starting a tag game! the potion you make w/ this is for the person you reblogged from!! This is what Mel def gave Newt on her birthday saying she would die if she drank it. It was dyed sprite. :)

@teddymochi @dniosamu @swimminginyokohamasrivers @mcchaoticgrimreaper @syunkiss @cin-nna

and anyone else!!

Huge update regarding the development of Last Sprout is up over on Patreon for my £1 members - big things are coming. Feel the wet mud beneath your feet, the thunder in the distance. The blood pumps through your veins - hot, and angry. Be ready 🌱🩸

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[ ❄️ ] it had now been a full day since the witch had began to display these strange vulpine physical traits. they were supposed to grand her some semblance of warmth, but, unfortunately it was still not enough.

plush tail remained wrapped around her dear palisman as she carefully studied the two branches that were gripped in each hand; she was completely lost as to how to manually start a flame... she didn't have any access to her magic although what good would plant magic do her in this situation except make her a warm cocoon of sorts.

ears slicked back against her skull as she just stood there. do you say a spell or something to make them catch on fire?

she gave clover a confused look who simply tilted her head to the side in response; she was as lost as willow.

Hey quill 👀

If there is one selfish thing that Xiao lets himself have, it is the small, hand-carved charm of a bird that hangs from a cord on his wrist.

It’s rough— the work of amateur hands. The cuts on the wood are jagged on some places, too deep in others. He had barely recognized it for what it was when you first presented it to him in the palm of your hand. But now, it’s one of the things he holds dear to his heart— a memory of some of the happiest times in his too-long life.

As he turns it around in his fingers one evening, gentle fingers stroking over every groove and every divot in the wood, he wonders if you had gotten any better. If you had perused this hobby, or if you had moved on to another.

He misses you. It’s something he’s accepted since the very second you left him. It’s a feeling that only grew with each second that you never returned.

Xiao wonders if you’re happy, wherever you may be. He wonders if you’ve made beautiful sculptures out of wood, if you’ve managed to pen words that left people in awe. He wonders if you achieved your dreams— it’s all he’s ever wanted for you, after all.

His head bows, an emptiness growing in his stomach as he realizes that, no matter how hard he wishes it, your dreams don’t include him in the picture. He wasn’t meant to partake in your happiness— perhaps you had never intended for him to.

But maybe it’s better this way, Xiao thinks, his hand falling away from the charm on his wrist. With you in someone else’s arms, living your life to the fullest and not sparing a thought to the yaksha who still lingers on the balcony you had both shared. Perhaps you are living the perfect life, doing the things you love. Waking up every day with a smile and living with a heart full of love.

He hopes you are. He hopes with all his soul that, even if he isn’t the one making you smile, or the one that you carve little wooden charms for— that you are the happiest you can be. That’s all he asks for.

Xiao sighs, feeling wearier than he has in centuries. The ache in his bones, in his heart, in his very being, feels especially painful tonight. He should roam the marsh— see if there is anything he must take care of. See if there is anything to take his mind off of his thoughts.

But before he sets away off in a flurry of wind, he hesitates— then presses a soft kiss to the charm, and hopes that wherever you are, you feel at least an inkling of the love this forgotten yaksha still has for you.

— 🐈‍⬛ ♡

WOW. this sure is So Sad. what a tragic story, i feel so bad for the main character :( yet for some reason their name isn't showing up and i can't quite figure out who or what they're supposed to be...? it might be some kind of tumblr glitch;;; hope it gets fixed soon! anyways i've got to check on baizhu, he's been rather weak lately :( MWAH thanks anon for the story even if i couldn't rly get the character 😞🫶 also my hobby is actually prepping medicine w baizhu, not anyt else 🥰

open to: male muses

plot/connections: inspo here and here. sweet lil dumbass thinks she's found a godly man to spend eternity with. they're just willing to play the long con to get her all to themselves; he put a ring on her finger so she finally shuts up about premarital sex. meaning eliss has got to be the world's most enthusiastic virgin; she doesn't even know if the sexual chemistry is there but she's giving up a highly envied acting career in favor of going back to her roots for a more... domestic lifestyle would make eliss's traditional and highly devout parents jump for joy. her new husband's patience pays off and culminates in their wedding night. classic power imbalance + corruption thread. age gaps are encouraged :)

character: eliss park was a talented actress. she fled for college the second she could and left behind the suffocatingly tight-knit, religious community she was born and raised in. but outrunning your feelings never works; the girl is filled to the brim with repressed emotions, religious trauma, and guilt concerning what she finds arousing. she's a naive perfectionist. gets taken advantage of a lot because she's far too nice for her own good to everyone but herself. takes god first, others second, and yourself last way too seriously.

eliss sits before her husband on the massive bed. her hands fold neatly in her lap, cheeks flush with color. "hey. i thought you might like this. i— i don't see how anyone can feel comfortable in this, but i think tonight might be the perfect time to try new things." there's a demure smile on her striking features, eyes downcast because she still can't bear to look at him while feeling this level of exposure; she's practically nude in her white garter set, skimpy lace thong and a see-through lace bra to match the panties. her veil's still on, a suggestive piece of advice she gets from one of the few girlfriends she feels comfortable enough to confide in. one would be mistaken to think that someone who used to be so comfortable performing in front of a camera could exude that same ease around the person they marry. "—so… what do you think?"

dom camboy dazai it's Christmas I'm sooo tempted to write that shit in ur inbox instead of finishing wrapping

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Askfskcks prioritise the gifts, my askbox isn't going anywhere

open.

the snow was freshly fallen and soft , enough for footprints to remain for a while 'til the next snow blew in from the north. until then , the young prince followed them , making into a sort of game.

each print had to have a hoof in them — forcing bambi to lift his legs the highest they ever went. sometimes he would just hop to each one. despite his clumsy prance , he had yet to slip.

he ... probably didn't realize that something made these prints , and whoever did make them was just up ahead.

i sincerely need someone to rant of piofiore with because what the fuck why did these men gave me an hyperfixation stop

ㅤ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝ㅤㅤ₊ ⊹ carrd . | first blog

i wanna oodle stuff but ion got any ideas rnn waaaagh

anyone wanna shoot a request in my inbox? i’ll do a little sketch in magma perhaps 🥹🙏

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[ ❄️ ] a shiver ran down the young witch's spine as she sat rather uncomfortably in the small store she had discovered; the weather had become much more hazardous and she decided that clover and herself would be safer in the shelter of the building. olive eyes scanned the outside carefully in search of any strangers that would require assistance.

if anyone were to be venturing alone in this weather, they could easily catch frostbite or quite possibly their death -- willow wouldn't allow it. the young woman wouldn't hesitate to open the door and allow them some sense of warmth... although, there wasn't much in this empty store aside from the shoddy fire she had made.

" don't worry, clover. everyone's alright... "

at least... she hoped so.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ok about to start working on a chil rq and i’m so excited u have no idea. just gotta finish schoolwork for soci real quick

open to: anyone

plot/connections: fawn's a streamer who amassed a large online presence shortly after her first semester of college. she's a virgin who discovers how lucrative it is to start posting on camsites like 0nlyfans while doing raunchier things like dressing in provocative cosplays and stripping when she loses or doing playthroughs while using toys. just girly things <3 she's mid-livestream when y/m walks in on her. connections could be a family member like a sibling or stepfather (her mother can remarry for the plot idc) or maybe a stalker as unhinged as she is? idk bro go crazy go stupid

character: fawn is the baby of a family heavily involved in a cult. her mother took fawn and her younger siblings and ran off to a sleepy suburban town after she felt her children were in danger, severely traumatizing the older kids who can remember where they came from and the people they were forced to leave behind. a family tragedy unearths her family's fucked background, leaving fawn reeling from the loss of her sibling, as well as lashing out in impulsive and reckless ways to avoid dealing with the fallout of her grief and her family's deception.

the gusset of the vibrating panties snug against her slick slit emits a low hum that can't be picked up on the mic's audio, not yet anyway. fawn exhales a white-blue cloud of smoke after she inhales a hit from the joint lit between her fingers, giving the camera a dazzling smile as she watches the view count increase. notification after notification pours in as people tip in droves. "is this the best you guys can do? i can still speak clearly. never mind PLAYING the match. don't forget, whoever tips $100 or more gets to change the intensity." she calls in a sing-song voice, too wrapped up in the enthralling thrill of putting on such a lewd show for paying strangers on the internet to notice her cracked bedroom door growing as another person peeks in. fawn's too caught up in watching a particular notification popup, indicating someone tipped her a generous $250. "thank you! looks like someone wants to see things get interesting." as promised, she uses the app on her phone to turn the vibrator up once, then twice for good measure. the obscenely short skirt allows the camera to pick up her covered mound with ease, her legs propped open against the armrests of the plush computer chair. with the intensity increasing, her underwear becomes more and more translucent as her arousal soaks through the fabric. "mmhh, god. okay, l-lets get this match started." her bravado falters, the pulsating sensation against her clit distracting her from the sillier tasks at hand. she's pausing to read the chat as she waits for the loading screen to change when she reads the comments pouring in about the person watching behind her petite frame. fawn spins around in her chair almost like a comedic villain in the saturday cartoons, her heart racing with a gross mixture of fear and anxiety flooding into the pit of her stomach. "what are you doing, you fucking creep?"