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[yourdarlingness]

──　MEROLLPURIC　⸝⸝　︵︵

pronunciation　( MEH · ROLL · PU · RiK )

。　a gender related to my melody, cinnamoroll, and pompompurin being a trio together!

DAY 5 — sanrio ｡ @dolliecworpse ' s coining event !

──　KUROLLPURIC　⸝⸝　︵︵

。　same definition but with kuromi

···　note :　this is based on the angel w his 2 friends !!

───────　feel free to id　───────

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[ttransomega]

hi all!! :D welcome 2 my hoard blog! here's a few things abt me! :))

i'm australian! i'm pronoun & name fluid! any kintype related neos or names are good for me, n i love when people just give me names or prns :3c i'm also a transx hoarder! my hoard can usually be found in my carrd!! i'm also a proshipper idk if i said that :3 my special interests are genshin impact & radqueer stuff!! pls ask me about my identity and about genshin impact!!

a few of my favorite fandoms are genshin impact, cookie run, dsmp sometimes, bee & puppycat, etc!! :3 pls ask me about my ships!!!

(>^-^<) mrow

i am cis: asd, bpd, biid, hoh, tics, psychotic, schizo, & addict

my biggest transx identities are: my trace identities, transomega, mutautistic, transplural, transpara, permahigh, kodage, agefluid, transpersonality, transsweettone, & transhimbo!

(>^-^<) mrow

i love making friends sm!!! plsplspls send me dms and asks and pls be my friend i promise i'm cool!!! i also take headmate requests teehee :3c

my carrd can be found at https://transomega.carrd.co !!! i'm currently working on a twitter & prns page!! & maybe a discord server... :3c

that's all for now! thank u! <3

#🌊 .. hoard #🐡 .. discourse #🐠 .. silly #🐙 .. asks #🦭 .. transid #🪸 .. proship #🐚 .. selfship #🦀 .. systuff

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Pls give Neuvillette a hoard of seashells. He's a dragon, he deserves his little hoard 🐚🐚🐚

Thanks regards if you do that or not!

He is pleased

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A little longer

HI MY BEAUTIFUL 🐚ANON!! I adore this so much, I adore YOU so much, as always, your requests are everything!! 

Warnings: So so much fluffy fluff, angst if you really squint till your eyes go cross-eyed and blurry

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"It's been decades. Not even a couple years. Almost a century. You probably shoot dust. Or whatever your bionic ass reproduces with"

Bucky contemplated throwing his half finished milkshake at Sam's head while they both scarfed down burgers from a late night diner after a taxing mission. Sam was pestering Bucky yet again about his nonexistent social and lack of a love life, a topic he seemed to get high off of. 

“For fucks sake Sam-”

"You need to get out more man, at least start dating. You don't need a whole girlfriend but a few dates wouldn't kill you. Or maybe it would, since you're what, 106?"

Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, his patience wearing thin. Dating wasn’t for him, not because he didn’t want to date but because he wasn’t sure who would even date him. He’d only just gotten comfortable talking to Sam though he’d never openly admit he actually enjoyed their conversations. He wasn’t exactly the most approachable, Peter had once told him he had a resting bitch face, whatever that meant. He wasn’t the most tech savvy unless it involved doing something illegal. He had a plethora of devices that could take down the US government at the push of a button he secrecy hoarded under his bed but God forbid someone ask him to pose for their Instagram story.  

Talking to a pretty girl was a completely different story. What would he even talk about? His time before the war involved a lot of nursing an injured or sick Steve back to health. After the war and his time in Hydra, he didn’t really have time for himself. He liked plums. The hobbit. He was thinking about getting a cat. Bucky internally groaned, maybe he’d find a girlfriend at the retirement home down the street; at least they’d have things in common. 

Sam cocked an eyebrow while Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Usually he’d respond with a grumpy pout or complete silence but today his exhaustion had caught up with him. He debated on how to get Sam of his back, a dim, flickering, half broken bulb going off in his sleep deprived brain. 

"I already have a girlfriend Tweety bird"

The deafening silence that followed that statement made it clear both men were aware that was a lie. Sam snorted, shaking his head while they both finished they food, slapping a $50 on the counter before leaving. He looked at the super soldier, deciding not to press into the issue further for the night but he definitely wasn’t going to let it go that easily. 

5:30 AM

The buzz of his phone jolted him awake, the faint sound of the TV still playing in the background. Bucky felt around for his phone, tossing his sheet off, sitting up from his place on the floor seeing Sam’s caller ID light up the screen. 

“What are you doing next Saturday” Sam sounded unusually chipper, a hint of a smirk in his voice, a suspicious amount of enthusiasm for such an early hour. 

“Why” Bucky groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, going back to lying down. 

“Were having a cookout over the weekend, you should come”

“You woke me up to tell me what could have been a text message?” Bucky asked incredulously, closing his eyes, ready to let sleep free him from such a ridiculous conversation. 

“Ooo, white panther knows how to text now” 

“White Wolf” Bucky grumbled, regretting every telling Sam the name he had been given in Wakanda. “I’ll come if you just let me go back to sleep” 

"Alright, but bring your girl too"

There it was. 

He could feel the shit eating grin Sam was giving him over the phone, eye brows wigging up and down, all his perfect teeth out. 

“Whatcha say Barnes?” 

Sleep had disappeared into thin air as Bucky shot up, mentally kicking himself for the nonsense he’d gotten himself into. He fiddled with the corner of his sheet, hoping to find an out. 

"I thought you only invited family" 

"Hey, anyone that you're allowing within 3 feet of your personal space might as well be considered family" Sam snorted, not believing a single word Bucky had said the night before. The conversation moved on to a different topic, easing some of Bucky’s nerves. A whole hour had passed and Bucky was sure he was in the clear until-  

“Back to the matter at hand, you bringing her or not?” 

“Why are you like this, does being Captain America always come with the caveat with also being a pain in my ass, I’m not going to-”

Bucky was about to refuse until a knock at the door pulled him away from the conversation, the scent of fresh pancakes wafting through the door. He pulled himself up, a smile tugging on his lips, knowing exactly who was on the other side, not needing to check as he untangled himself from the sheets. 

His sweet neighbor. 

Bucky wasn’t religious and he wasn’t a big believer in a higher power but there had to be something out there when people like you existed. Whenever Sam asked him why he stayed in the dingy little apartment that barely had windows and a closet for a bedroom, he’d insist it was because he preferred a small space and was still getting used to living a normal life so he wasn’t ready for another move just yet. 

The part he always left out was that his dingy apartment came with an absolute angle that lived next door. Kind hearted. Sweet. An absolute darling. You were one of the first people he’d interacted with when he moved in. All the nerves he had about living alone and growing accustomed to a regular life melted away the first day, when you came over with a plate of fresh cookies. 

He felt like a little boy whenever you were around, having the biggest crush on the prettiest girl on the playground, his mind going to mush whenever you smiled at him. But it wasn’t a crush. Nope. No....? No. He narrowed his eyes at himself before making his way to the door. 

“Buck? Did your tongue rust-” 

“I’ll uh-I’ll think about it” He mumbled before cutting the call, a bashful smile on his face as he unhooked the chain and swung the door open. “G’morning doll” 

“Good Morning” You grinned, handing Bucky the plate which he gratefully accepted, his stomach rumbling between the butterflies that fluttered in his tummy. “I heard you get in last night, didn’t think you’d have time to do a grocery run or cook anything” You handed him a bag of fruits and vegetables, two of those bags full of plums. His favorite. 

“You didn’t have to do all this” If his cheeks grew any warmer he would’ve sworn he was running a fever. And he didn’t get fevers. 

“You’re out saving the world, I think getting you a few groceries is the least I could do. So, how’s the new Captain?” You had never met Sam in person but hearing enough stories from Bucky told you all you needed to know. No one else was better suited to take on the shield than him. 

“A pain in my ass even if he means well” Bucky smiled shaking his head to himself. “He’s been pestering me to get out more...start dating” He mumbled the last part, wincing. He’d fought off aliens, gone to battle alongside a tree and a talking raccoon, survived being help captive by Hydra but being boyfriend material? His flirting game was as strong as pre serum Steve's right hook. 

“Well, handsome solider like you, shouldn’t be too hard to find you a date” You felt your own face heat up as soon as the words left your mouth but wasn’t like it was a secret. There was no way he would have had trouble in the dating department; aside from being one of the most beautiful people you’d laid your eyes on he was also the sweetest. Bucky was nothing but a gentleman and with a pure and soft heart and if you didn’t get your shit together and control the way he made you weak in the knees-

“Not the same ladies man I was in the 40′s doll” He chuckled, blue eyes sparkling at your compliment, “Either way, I got myself into a mess with that” He smiled sheepishly while you cocked your head, urging him to continue. 

“Well, I sort of lied to get him off my case” Bucky blushed, rubbing the back of his head, his the pink on his cheeks deepening at your cheeky smile. “I-I told him I already have a girlfriend but as you can see-” Bucky waved into his empty apartment that showed no signs of human life, “-it back fired immediately because he's invited my nonexistent girlfriend to a cookout this weekend. In Louisiana. With all his family. And friends”

Bucky let his head hit the wall with a dull thump, cursing himself for putting a foot in his mouth. Sure he could just come clean and say he lied. But that would mean admitting he lied and that was worse because then Sam would give him shit for that, plus try to get him out more and- 

“What if- what if I went with you?” Bucky’s head shot up, blinking in surprise at your words, wondering if he heard you correctly. “I could pretend to be your girlfriend for a day, get Cap off your case. Only if you’re comfortable with it though”

“Really? You’d do that?” You giggled at his lost puppy expression, his eyes lighting up when he realized you were being serious.

“Of course” You smiled sincerely,  “I’d be happy to! Just let me know what time to be ready at and I’ll be all yours” 

All his.  

The little boy in his was running around in circles, his heart beating too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. The thought of you being his girlfriend for a day was more than he could ever dream of. Of course it was only pretend and he’d wouldn’t dare push for more; not when you deserved the world. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to deal with Sam’s nagging. 

Problem solved. 

*****

This was a bad idea. 

A bad, bad idea. 

Bucky had gone through at least 4 outfits, debating between an array of Henley’s, before settling on a blue one when he remembered you complimented it because it was blue like his eyes. He picked up his razor and then immediately put it down when he remembered you once said you liked the scruff on him.  Even if this was just pretend, every single part of him was on edge as if this were a real date. As soon as his enhanced hearing picked up your soft footsteps padding down the hall, he was right by the door, nervously chewing his lip. 

Bucky blinked, his heart nearly giving way at 106 years old when he saw you make your way down the hall towards his apartment. You were in a flowery sundress, with a large cakebox in hand, your sweet perfume already making him dizzy. If Sam didn’t kill him for lying, the crush he had on you would be the next thing to take him out. 

"You-you look beautiful"  And sweet. And adorable. And delectable. 

An angel.

You looked like an angel. 

"Thank you, you look good too Sarge" You looked down at Bucky’s chest instead of meeting his eyes, unable to look at his pretty face. His adorable face. Handsome face. That dimple on his chin. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Fuck, you had such a big crush on him. 

It was going to be an interesting day. 

*****

Bucky parked the car at Sam’s place, which wasn’t too far from the lake where everyone had gathered. Part of him was almost sad they had made it on time; the car ride over with you ending faster than he’d liked.  

“He wasn’t kidding when he said he only invited family” Bucky snorted, seeing all of Sam’s relatives there along with his closest neighbors, many of whom he’d met before. He took the cakebox from you, slipping his hand into yours, smiling when you gave him a reassuring squeeze. You both made your way over, hand in hand, your heart skipping a beat each time someone greeted Bucky, every single person over joyed that he’d finally met someone to call his. 

He made his way over to the grill where Sam filliped a few burgers; the new Cap grinning when he saw you both. There was no missing the sparkle in his eyes when he looked down to your hand in Bucky’s, noting you were was holding his metal one, no longer covered by gloves. 

Interesting. 

“You’re lookin’ good” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, loving the way the soldier rolled his eyes, trying to brush off the way his cheeks were dusted pink. 

“This is y/n, my girlfriend” Girlfriend. Bucky loved the way it rolled off his tongue with ease, not feeling an ounce of hesitance. The word previously feeling so foreign to him now felt so natural when he had you by his side. And holding your hand. And hearing your laugh. And-

Relax Bucky, it’s just for a day. 

“I’m Sam, and it’s very nice to meet you” He pulled you into a hug, still curiously eyeing Bucky, genuinely unable to figure out where he’d managed to find a sweetheart like you. 

“Thank you for the invite” you giggled as he gave you a light squeeze before letting you go, inspecting the cakebox Bucky handed to him. He grinned at the fresh strawberries that decorated the cake, shamelessly plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. “Strawberry shortcake. A little white wolf told me it was your favorite” 

“Well if the big bad wolf likes you then I like you cause he doesn’t like anybody. You must be special” Sam mused, a part of him wanting to be skeptical but there was nothing, absolutely nothing made up about the Bucky was looking at you. He gazed down at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars right in his room, an utterly lovesick puppy. You felt your cheeks heat up, burying your face into Bucky’s side while he chuckled, pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss on top of your head. Damn right, she’s special. 

You both made your way over to mingle with the rest of the crowd, have no trouble at all playing the role of an utterly in love boyfriend and girlfriend. Bucky didn’t miss a single chance to press little kisses on your cheeks, every so often pecking your nose. His hand never left your waist, always holding you close to him, his face occasionally buried into the crook of your neck. 

You played your part almost better than he did, gushing over what a gentleman he always was to you, stayed tucked by his side, nuzzling under his chin, occasionally actually getting lost in his soft scent of laundry detergent, his cologne and something distinctly him. You made the elderly ladies giggle and blush each time Bucky did something adorable, proudly showing you off to everyone. 

He didn’t even let you eat without being the most perfect doting boyfriend. You’d both served your plates, finding a nice spot to sit under a shady tree; Bucky sat on the large lawn chair, secretly happy there was only one. You were about to walk off to get another when he tugged your wrist and pulling you back. 

“C’mere, I wont bite” Bucky grinned, surprised with himself as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. You let out a squeak, your nose bumping against his as you plopped onto him, lips nearly brushing his. 

“Smooth, Barnes. Remind me again, how you don’t have a girlfriend” You let out a breathless laugh, screaming to yourself on the inside that this was fake. He was playing the role perfectly, that was all. So fucking perfectly. 

Why was he so perfect. 

Bucky smirked, kissing your shoulder, letting you relax against his chest, wondering if you’d feel his heart hammering against his ribcage from how flustered he actually was. He easily maneuvered you so you sat comfortably across his thighs, his arm still securely around your waist. 

When was he ever this smooth. 

If anyone else was this close, he’s run for the hills, but now he was contemplating tossing you over his shoulder and running to Sam’s house, the guest bedroom was upstairs and two doors to the right-

“Well I’ll be damned, he really does have a girlfriend” Sam shook his head while Joaquin snorted, both men looking at you and Bucky with heart eyes while they sipping their beers from the docks. 

“You think they’re faking?” Joaquin nudged Sam’s shoulder, watching Bucky now fed you a piece of cake, still keeping you on his lap, sneakily kissing the cream from the corner off your lips between bites. You’d giggle every time, feeding him a strawberry, squealing when he’s playfully bite your fingers. 

“You can fake a lot of things but not the way he’d blushing and giggling like a toddler in a candy store” Bucky played with your fingers, intertwining them with his hand, his nose scrunching as he laughed at something you said. 

“It’s nice to see him like this” Joaquin had seen grumpy Bucky, grouchy Bucky, angry Bucky, scary Bucky, sleepy Bucky, just about every Bucky on the planet, but this? This was a first. Love struck Bucky. Charming Bucky. Happy Bucky. Simpy Bucky. Sappy Bucky. Giggly Bucky. Playful biting Bucky. Ready to get down on one knee if you’d let him, Bucky. 

“Steve always said he was a charmer, he wasn’t lying”

They couldn’t take their eyes off the way the corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkled each time he smiled or the way you’d instinctively lean into him when he spoke. He’d tuck your hair away from your face, his hands lingering on your cheek for a second longer, giving them a glimpse of the man from the 40′s before the war,  youthful and innocent, his heart full of hope, a smirk that would make his best girl swoon; the both of you in your own little world. 

“He looks happy”

Sam had seen people look happy before. They’d smile but their eyes would be empty. They’d laugh but their voices were hollow. They’d look like they were on top of the world while sitting at rock bottom. The way Bucky’s eyes sparkled, his boyish laugh, the way he’d nuzzle into you, trying to be closer to you than physically possible, was more than just looking happy. 

“He is happy”

Bucky had completely forgotten about pretending with you, lost in how perfectly you fit in his arms. You had taken up your role very seriously, telling him how utterly handsome he was, never missing moment to peck his scruffy cheek or card your fingers through his short soft locks. You intertwined you fingers with his vibrainium ones, busing your lips against his cool knuckles. 

At some point in the afternoon, he’d slipped his jacket off and wrapped you up with it as evening crept around the corner. Not a single person doubted the nature of your relationship; at least four of Sam’s uncles had told Bucky to propose soon. 

You don’t meet a girl who makes you this damn giggly just anywhere, Sergeant. Hold onto her. 

****

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall for you more, you had fallen asleep in his arms, contently snuggled up in his jacket as the sunset over the lake. Most of Sam’s family had gone back home, a few close relatives still hanging around the boat, sipping on coffee. Bucky couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your forehead; he could get used to this. Cuddling up with you after date nights. Hearing your laugh. The softness of your lips. The way your hand always found itself in his metal one without hesitation. 

Fuck he wished this was real. 

You stirred slightly, a content sigh slipping past your lips at the feel of his kiss. Nothing felt more comfy than being wrapped up by the super soldier, his solid arms holding you close. You didn’t want to wake up, wishing you could sleep forever if it meant you’d be this close to Bucky all the time. The day felt like a dream; the exact dreams you had when you thought about your sweet neighbor. How it’d be for him to call you yours. To Be his girl. To make him smile. To make him laugh. 

If only it wasn’t just for a day. 

“You have a nice nap, baby?” Bucky smirked as you blinked awake, stretching on his lap like a cat before snuggling against him again. “My pretty girl” 

“Why wouldn’t I when my boyfriend is the comfiest spot to sleep on?” You teased, bringing your hand up to toy with the chain of his dog tags. Bucky chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, kissing your nose. There was no one around you both, though neither of you seemed interesting in dropping the act just yet. 

“You fit perfectly here, doll” He grinned, blushing when he hesitantly pulled you a little closer, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders, resting on the back of his neck. 

“I think I like it here” You sucked in a breath as he rested his forehead against yours, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. His nose gently bumped against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips. 

“Me too” He closed the gap between you both, pressing his lips to yours sweetly, savoring every bit of your softness. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss as you parted your mouth letting his tongue lace with yours while your hand made its way through his hair, tugging on his short locks. Bucky let out a groan, letting his hands drop to your waist, kissing you for as long as he could until you both needed oxygen. 

“Maybe we can pretend for a little longer?” Bucky broke away, panting, his forehead still pressed against yours. You giggled between breaths, peppering kisses across his face. 

“Just a little longer?” 

“Maybe- maybe forever?” He looked at you with his classic puppy eyes, his heart bursting when you pulled him in for another kiss; forever. Forever sounded good. 

A few years later

“So, you finally gonna admit I made this happen?” Sam whispered while Bucky snorted, shaking his head. 

“Not gonna happen” 

“C’mon, I made this happen, I caused this” 

“You caused chaos” 

Sam scoffed in fake offence, taking a sleepy Becca from Bucky’s arms while the soldier went to go check on you. “Now when do I get to meet my second God child?”

“In a few hours” Bucky stretched before making his way back to your room, smiling at your resting form. He carefully laid down beside you, letting his hand splay across your tummy; in just a few more hours there would be a little Samuel Grant Barnes in the world. 

“We’re really good at pretending” You murmured, make Bucky chuckle, taking your hand in his and kissing the ring that sat on your finger. 

“Maybe just one more baby after this? Really convince them, Mrs. Barnes?”

*

“Uncle Sam, tell me a bedtime story?” Becca pouted, having been at the hospital for hours, giving Sam the exact same face Bucky gave you. Her little bottom lip jutting out, big (y/c/e) eyes blinking up at him. He grinned, settling her on his lap before he made a thinking face before asking what she’d want to hear. 

“What kinda story, Beccs, an animal story, a super cool falcon story or Captain America story or a flying Falcon Captain America story?” 

“The chaos daddy said you caused” She giggled while Sam nodded, taking a deep breath before starting. 

“It all started when your daddy said he had a girlfriend...”

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(user boxes are from - @/sweetpeauserboxes)

#trans

[moonchild-in-blue]

froggy would like to show you the shells that were found yesterday, + some previously found favorites (he's pretending to be a dragon with it's hoard)

Hello Mimi 🥺💙🐸

This has been sitting here for a while, and I first intended to make him a little doodle. However, Pipi finally came home, so he wanted to show his buddie his tiny haul of things 🥺

(Pipi hasn't actually been to the beach yet, but I gave him my stuff 😌🐚)

Pipi is particularly excited about that liddol crab shell 🦀🥺

#this was from my last trip to the beach with the whole family #me and my sister like to look out for mysteries <- little treasures like pebbles and shells and stuff #i need to return with Pipi hehehe #darya answers #mimi and pipi

[everystephoftheway]

“this might be a weird time to mention it, but you smell really great.” - dealer's choice!

hug prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

Okay, so I chose Pike and Percy for this and I want to disclaim: I don't actually ship this romantically AT ALL, but I know Ashley has said that at one point Pike had a little crush on Percy and I think that concept is fun, so I figured why not :D And I wanted to try something different! Hope you like!

Pike always had an excellent sense of smell. It is a huge help with her baking, but in a lot of cases recently it hasn't exactly been an advantage. Between crypts and zombie hoards and dragon innards, Pike has wished she didn’t have a nose more times than not the last few months. So, when she starts to notice the smell of cherry blossoms trying very hard to mask the smell of gunmetal she starts turning to find its source.

It only takes a moment, and a one-eighty degree turn around, to find Percy standing just behind her, clearly just dressed from a shower as his hair still looks a bit damp. The floral scent brings a smile to her face, the fact that the gunmetal couldn’t be washed away or overwhelmed even more so. She watches as he sits down and fiddles with his coat, brushing off any dust only for more dust from the dirt they called their campground to sprinkle the ends near his ankles. His glasses press against his nose, making little red marks against his pale skin. 

She’s never noticed how he smells before. As she thinks about it, her heart starts to beat a little harder in her chest and she claps her hand against her armor, causing him to look up.

“You alright, Pike?”

“Oh, uh, yeah." She slaps her hand down onto her thigh. "Yeah, I’m okay. There was a bug on me.” An awkward laugh follows as she smiles, maybe a bit too big, but if Percy senses–or perhaps cares–about her weirdness, he doesn’t act like it.

“Well, I’m sure it’ll stay away now.”

“Yeah…This might be a weird time to mention it, but you smell really great.”

It takes a second for Percy to process what Pike said, and his eyes slowly but surely widen to nearly fill the frames of his glasses. It makes Pike’s heart race again, how red his cheeks get and how frazzled he seems. She just wants to sit on his lap and snuggle against his chest. And maybe drink a lot of ale and have some fun in the tents, but that thought flickers away just as fast as it flickers in.

“Oh, I–thanks, Pike. I, um…borrowed Keyleth’s soap.” 

“It’s nice.” 

He nods for a moment, offering her a smile that makes his eyes curl–stop that!–then turns back as if he hears something.

“I think…I think that’s Vex calling.”

Pike turns in the direction he’s looking, but hears nothing.

“Oh yeah, definitely her. I’ll go check and make sure everything’s alright.” He stands, brushes as much dust off his coat as he can, gives another smile to Pike, and then walks away past the tent toward the tree line, nearly tripping on a rock as he goes. 

“Dammit, Trickfoot,” she mutters to herself. “So stupid.”

#i have no idea what their ship name is someone please tell me #if they even have one? #anon asks #thank you for sending in! #also this has nothing to do with a hug but this is where my head went #tlovm #tlovm fic #my fic #percy and pike #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #pike trickfoot #cr ask

[manyeyedandmanyhooved]

Do any other cryptid kin’s have the urge to collect and hoard little human items? Buttons, thread, broken china and beads are my favourite. Humans are so fun and they make such pretty little things! 🐚🪡

#otherkin #cryptidkin #otherkin blog #therian

[jellyfshing]

C3彡 hello and welcome !!

my name is lain but you can call me anything you see fit !! i use zhe/hzr , it/its , jelly/jellyfishs and a few other neos :3 im spanish and living in england so english is not my first language !!

#🪼˚｡⋆ - accepted #🫧˚｡⋆ - more info

#🪸˚｡⋆ - denided #🌊˚｡⋆ - talking

#🐚˚｡⋆ - important #💧˚｡⋆ - coining

#⛵️˚｡⋆ - for me (hoard, npts, genders ect)

C3彡 enjoy your stay !!

#🪼˚｡⋆ #🫧˚｡⋆ #🪸˚｡⋆ #🌊˚｡⋆ #🐚˚｡⋆ #💧˚｡⋆ #⛵️˚｡⋆

[transhells]

Welcome to the blog of Transhells🐚!

This is my main blog. I currently have 2 sideblogs, @transtash and @transtimland , and my main account, @your-problemnow .

I have a small name hoard but I'd prefer you stick to Mishell/Michelle, Cumulus or Freminet. As you can probably tell I'm a fictive.

My pronouns are they/it/shey/she/he/el/ella and prnfluid, my bio has my current pronouns but any of the ones listed are okay at any time.

I'm bilingual and cisMexican-White, with transrace IDs. I may be transeverything but I'm unsure, still trying to figure it out. You can find my hoard here @transtash .

I have too many paraphilias to list but I am all of the Big 3. I'm complex contact and leaning anti-, I don't like some of the things people think anti-contact means.

I will coin just about anything! I do have some specific boundaries, though:

I will probably refuse most requests for Transharmful IDs. Especially ones related to bigotry and sexual violence. I don't have anything against these IDs, but I would rather keep discourse related to them off my blog. Transharmed IDs are okay.

I will not coin MUDs.

I will not coin/make flags or terms related to pro-contact.

I will not coin Transkin IDs unless they're for myself or my boyfriend. It's draining for me to make flags for media I do not know.

That's about it, for now. These boundaries only apply for coining, I will accept any non-satirical flag for stimboards.

I don't have a DNI, but if you'd like to know some of my stances/opinions anyway, here you go:

Pro-transid and adjacent terms.

Pro- all paraphilias.

Pro- paraphilia positivity.

Complex contact, I do not believe you should have sexual/romantic relationships/interactions with objects of attraction that cannot consent and will be traumatized, however I think it is inevitable that you will interact with these objects in general. I also support using fiction or consensual alternatives to fuel your paraphilia.

Pro-ship/Pro-fiction

Anti-xenosatanism

Pro-transition for most, not all, transIDs. If it would be more harmful to transition than to not transition, I encourage finding alternatives for euphoria.

Coining list:

Transtolerance

Permadecade flags

Nullanxiety/NuullGAD

Trans source memories

BtA (TransED)

Permaera (<- Permatudor included)

[wh0-1s-m1aaaa]

Js a lil treat for my scream 1996 lvrs :)🤍

Notes: this is my first time writing on here pls be nice :( ANYWAYS here’s a lil blurb of them at the beach :D

Honestly kind of randy centered for plot sake and a bit of sarcastic bimbo reader sprinkled in for flavor and like I didn’t really finish this so I mighttttt make this 2 parts (pls don’t murder me pookies💔)

Platonic!AFAB! reader x main 5

Word count: roughly 1000

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• in a world where they (sid, tate, billy, Stu, and ray) where all *platonic* besties: they plan a beach day in the nearest town with a beach about 2 hours out.

•Tatum has Sidney and randy in her red buggy. While stu has billy and y/n in his Nisan skyline with his serf-board zip tied uptop.

•The reason they ride in separate cars in both due to space and Stu’s music taste💀. Tatum and Sidney have every piece of beach equipment known to man settled in her buggy and this takes up about 3/4 of a car by itself, leaving Sid the passenger seat and randy stuck between 3 sets of chairs and an umbrella. As for Stu, he listens to the trashiest, cheesiest, pop music you have ever heard on full blast the ENTIRE time. Even with you and billy complaining (billy isn’t so much complaining as he is annoyed and turning the volume down and Stu keeps turning it back up) and swearing your ears are bleeding the entire time😭.

•Once you guys FINALLY get to said beach randy is forced to go and find a spot for y’all to set up base. (through vigorous complaining ofc, but he gave in after Sidney asked) he then proceeded to search for all of 5-7 minutes before picking a spot randomly after getting tired of stepping on seashells and almost tripping on what used to be a sand castle and is now a lump of sand. He comes back to you guys (out of breath and on the verge of death bc he is a lanky babygirl of a man) and tells u guys to scope out the spot he found.

You all decided it was good enough and started unpacking the hoard of beach equipment, well you, Sidney, and Tatum at least. Randy is turning red already and was forced to put on sunblock. Billy is just standing off to the side with his arms crossed watching you guys set up, so helpful right? And Stu ran to the water the second he dropped the umbrella and god knows what else he carried in the sand and left with a simple “see y’all byeeeeeee” (and he was gone😔💔)

After what seemed like at least a millennium you guys where finished unpacking. Tatum was trying to tan, Sidney was on a towel under the umbrella reading a book, billy found the boardwalk through his smartypants context clues and like the incel teen he is went on his merry way to find some girls (and possibly a guy) to talk too. Randy is basically off at sea searching for Stu bc he needed him for something or other. Meanwhile Stu is nowhere to be seen in at least a 30 mile radius (why randy is searching for him? Let alone In the OCEAN? You have no idea.) you where simply watching randy in the water slowly drifting farther from your home base with no sense of direction (genius huh?) and laughing at him to yourself.

After randy wandered WAYYYYY too far out you got up to yell for him because if he goes out any further he will be in the news by tomorrow morning as the dumbest man in woodsburo. He heard you after about the 7th call and yelled he was looking for Stu, intriguing to you considering he and Stu never really actively go on hunts for each other, but regardless, you call out to him saying he’s too far out and as if you said the magic words a big fat wave crashed down on randy. And like the smart cookie you are decide to ALSO get in the water and save him from drowning (super sexy hot funny life saver y/n🥰🥰😻) so you Scurry up to the water in your hot pink 2 piece bikini (or wtv you want ofc) and like the badass you are, you don’t find him, BUT he does find you. “JESUS randy you scared me, I thought you where like a kraken or something” “y/n were in knee deep water your fine” randy said to which you replied and ended the out of breath conversation with a simple “still”. Both of you are looking like wet poodles and the rough waves crash against the 2 of you for a hot second before the seemingly second sense kicked in and you both look to land only to find yourself on (seemingly) the “other side of the damn world” as randy stated.

“Do you know where we are now y/n” randy said “no…..BUT I don’t think we could have drifted to far from our little camp. And uh Sidney or Tatum probably saw so no need to worry” “okay then so we should probably get out of the water and start trying to find them or the camp” he said casually slightly calmed from the reassurance you laced your words with “that would probably be a good idea” (and so you and Mr Meeks are now slowly but surely making your way onto the hot sand to hunt down the wizard of ozz and find your way home😻).

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Okay so yea this is a 2 parter I’m srry my brain is having the worst writers block and I’m running off 2 hours of sleep,a granola bar, Wawa cold brew coffee, and hopes and dreams. Anyways to the porn bots and my 5 real followers I love yawl 😻😻♥️🫶🫶🫶🫶

#scream #stu macher #scream 1996 #Sidney #tatum riley #billy #billy loomis #randy meeks #scream 1996 x reader #beach fic #x reader #platonic #could be more later on but I’m lazy

[yourdarlingness]

──　MATCHATEAIN　⸝⸝　︵︵

pronunciation　( MA · CHA · TIN )

。　a gender related to matcha boba tea.

DAY 6 — boba tea ｡ @dolliecworpse ' s coining event !

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#🫧 gift for all ┈ ♡ #dolliecworpse500 #🤍 favs ┈ ( ♡ ˊᵕˋ) #🐚 hoard ┈ (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) #pro mogai #mogai friendly #mogai pride #mogai gender #mogai flag #mogai coining #mogai safe #mogai #xenogender pride #xenogenders #xenogender #coined gender #coined by me #coining post #gender coining

[alanaanew]

Meet 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓪 🐚

Okay, I’ve gone rogue. I’ve taken on a second character--and I cannot wait to set her loose on ya’ll. 

Meet 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓪. She’s the complete opposite of Bandit in every way, my sunshine girl to my grumpy raincloud of a Neverboy, my sweet daughter to my problematic little meow meow. 

She's the happiest hellspawn you’ll ever meet. Think Glinda the “Good” Witch--but still a witch nonetheless. Just because she tries to hide her teeth when she smiles doesn't mean they aren't there; she just fights the urge to use them. With her naturally sharp claws and sharper smile, she's spent well over a century on this island taking life from the innocent to sustain herself. It’s in her nature. She certainly hasn't been able to survive this long off of fish alone (much to her dismay)--but no more! This time, it’s going to be different. She swears it. This moon cycle will be the last time she feeds on humans! Really!! But it’s ... hard to stay determined and focused on that goal when she’s just .... so.... tired....

Some thoughts to get those ideas flowing:

1) Ever dream of owning a dress-up doll as a kid but your parents could never afford one? Meet your new Makeover Mermaid! Alana loves to accessorize (especially anything that goes with her dazzling ruby tail) and is always sporting a new look. A necklace made out of sea flowers? For sure. A crown made out of seaweed? Bet.

2) Enjoy a good story but start losing focus halfway through? That's no problem! Alana will start four stories in a span of five minutes, get distracted, and not finish any of them. :~)

3) Looking to get rid of your old junk? Bring it to Alana! She "collects" pretty much anything--like a crow but with less taste. Her cove is filled with random bits and bobbins she's found around the island. No she does NOT have a hoarding problem

4) Alana is thirsty--FOR LEGS. Specifically, having human legs of her own so she can see the world. There's so much out there that she can't access right now, being confined to the waters. She would miss her stunning tail, of course, but that's a sacrifice she is willing to make in exchange for so much more. It's been said that true love can morph one's tail to a pair of human legs, and by golly she's going to hold onto that myth until it comes true, dammit.

I know there have been Alanas in the past, and I will not step on previous iterations of the character. For those of you who had threads/plots with her previous writer, feel free to DM me. Maybe we can incorporate something similar moving forward so all your hard work isn’t lost. Ya'll know I’m always happy to chat. 

If you’d like to know more about my new daughter, Alana’s skeleton is here, her Pinterest board is here, and additional headcanons can be found here. I sincerely hope I do her justice! See you on the dash 💕

#nrpgintro #( about. )

[a-gay-witch]

🪐🌿Introduction 🌿🪐

Hi! I’m Q (all pronouns). I like reading, writing, art, acting and music. I’m queer and genderfluid Australian. I am also (as you may have guessed) a witch, though I am a closet witch so. I’m also punk but pretty new to the scene so still working shit out!

🐚 About me:

Libra Sun ☀️

Capricorn Moon 🌙

Pisces Rising 🍄

ENFP

🪷 Fandoms:

monster high

arcane

dimension 20

the owl house

she-ra

undertale/deltarune

sims (dont think that counts but im putting it here anyway)

watcher

Harley Quinn (im into like no other DC universe stuff it’s just Harley Quinn lmao)

Spiderverse

🧿 Tags:

#Q’s Art -> Art that I made ! Wow!

#the witch has thoughts -> random rambles

#punkwitch -> my posts about punk/notes on punk culture

#its so !!! -> art I’m reblogging cause its so !!!

#Q’s hoard -> stuff i’m a fan of ! (art or otherwise)

#the witch has opinions -> political/government shit

[yourdarlingness]

──　SEANGELCHIMERIC　︵︵

pronunciation　( SiN · JEL · KAi · MERiK )

。　a gender within the genderchimeric system, related to being a chimera ( a creature made up of multiple animal parts ) whose body is mainly that of a sea angel. this gender feels like a ( completely natural ) mishmash of animals and other things, but sea angels and their traits feel the strongest.

。　tagging :　@konekoboyy

───────　feel free to id　───────

#🫧 gift for all ┈ ♡ #🐚 hoard ┈ (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) #mogai #pro mogai #mogai friendly #mogai pride #mogai gender #mogai flag #mogai coining #mogai safe #xenogender pride #coined gender #coined by me #coining post #gender coining #xenogender #xenogenders #genderchimeric