#🦜 anon

[princessbrunette]

Innocent reader who’s never had a high sex drive like at all and then she meets JJ or rafe and struggles to handle the switch up. She’s constantly wet needing them all the time. Clinging to them practically grinding on them in public and she doesn’t know what to do with herself cause she’s never been like this before

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sometimes just watching jj is enough to set you off. the way he speaks, the way he commands a conversation with his sarcasm and clever argumentation, the way he casually keeps an eye on you at all times— whether that’s by keeping a hand on your waist or glancing at you mid sentence to make sure you’re engaged. it’s true what they say, a girls sex drive can be totally influenced by the person she’s with and the way they treat her!

you don’t realise just how clear you make it when you need him, and it almost snaps you out of your haze when he clocks you each and every time. he’s yapping away, everyone stood outside the chateau drinking and having fun, jj creating a whole debate over something pointless just for entertainment when you move impossibly closer, practically smushing into his side.

“no okay i remember— i remember so freakin’ vividly that john b was the one who came up with it. now i know y’all wanna blame me, cos realistically yeah— only jj maybank could come up with something that stupid but i swear dudes, it was mr jb over there. you know it bro!” the blonde laughs, pointing a finger to the brunette as everyone laughs and chimes in.

you hear them laughing, but you’re kind of zoned out— staring up at your boyfriends profile, hand stroking his back through his tshirt. he glances at you, doing a double take when he sees big doe eyes staring back.

“howdy there.” he smirks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “you okay? look like you’re bouta ask for something.”

you shrug with a shy smile, practically batting your eyelashes at the blonde.

“hmmm…” you giggle.

“hmm…” he repeats back quietly, a grin on his own. it was like everything else faded to background noise, leaving just the two of you in your own world.

“kinda need you.” you admit bashfully and he blinks, words sinking in.

“you— like need me need me? or…” he gapes, eyes a little wider and hopeful.

“mhm.” you press your lips together, embarrassed. he stares for a second before directing his attention toward the group.

“on that note, we will be heading inside. duty calls. it’s been real.” he faux curtsies, patting you on the back and walking you away back to the chateau.

“gross.” kie shakes her head, the boys bursting into woops and hollers.

“you kids have fun!” john b calls out.

“not too much fun, you’re too young for kids remember that!” pope stresses as you skip alongside the blonde, the two of you giggling as you hurry inside.

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#🦜 anon #jj maybank prompt

[vibingandsimping]

This is exactly who you think it is. 🦜🦜

Might I request the origin characters (+ Halsin) of your choice caring for a burnt out/sick Tav?

Hello! I shall call you bird anon…

(Leave me and my family alone)

But ask and you shall receive! Requests/thoughts always make my day.

Origin characters + extra companions taking care of an exhausted reader pt. 1

No forewarnings besides maybe some suggestive mentions and a little angst. Mostly all fluff + comfort… barely proofread

Characters included in this part: Astarion, Gale, Lae’zel and Jaheira

Astarion

Astarion, when you present him with the problem after his insistent pestering, is a little lost. Everyone has their breaking points and their limits. You just held a confident front for so long that he started to believe you truly lacked one. He suggests the pleasures of the flesh at first. “To ease that pretty mind,” he claims with a smirk. You can tell in his gaze it’s his default- he was used for his body for so long it’s clear he’s unsure of what else to say. A bit of frustration with both him and his past bubbles up. It hurts to know he values himself that little and at the same time… it’s frustrating that he thinks it will solve anything. After a curt “No thank you.” he seems to deflate a bit. You stalk off to your tent as he watches from afar.

He sat with himself as he contemplated his abilities. You’d done so much for him over the period of time you’d known each other. Quite frankly, he hates to say it but he’s realized he’s taken you for advantage. He reminisces over the times you’d let him feed and he has had his nose pressed into your skin. How he’d inhale your scent and memorize it with your blood. He broods over it for a little before beginning to test different scents and oils. What he believed would work with your body chemistry and what he knew you liked.

It’s an hour or so later when you hear slow footsteps. Whoever it was made their presence known, so as to not scare you with a sudden intrusion. You’d been laying with your head in silence and the dark due to how it throbbed. Everything seemed so loud and overwhelming. He speaks smoothly and announces his arrival, you just grunt in acknowledgment. It seems to amuse him as he laughs gently and places something on the ground. Which? You’re unsure- and you could care less to check right now. It’s only when you hear the flick of a match and the room illuminates that you peek. He has a couple of wax candles laid out that seem to be dripping in mixtures. He smiles at you in such a way that you push suspicions aside. The room flickers with the light of the candles. “Relax. I made these special for you. Just focus on them and let the world wash away.” You watch him for a minute more as he lights the candles and the scent grows stronger as it burns with the wax. At first, it also overwhelmed you. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and focus on taking deep breaths. With each inhale, you draw more of it into your lungs and feel your muscles slack. Whatever he used was working wonders to calm your body and ease your mind. He did miss his calling as a perfumer.

The feeling of cold hands on your neck tenses your so delicately relaxed frame. His voice comes out in a shush, making you shiver from the tone. The way his fingers move so slowly tells you he’s holding a part of him back. It’s likely the reflex to make things more… intimate. A part of you swells knowing that he is trying a more simple intimacy on you. Thumbs dig into the tense muscles until they’re worked from the stiffness. Soft moans of content escape your throat. Though, just the same are the groans of pain when he reaches a more tender spot. “You’re lucky you have such a caring companion.” He muses half-heartedly, an attempt to make you smile. It did, matter of fact. You’re sure he knows because his movements become more confident. You drop your head back into your pillow and breathe out a sigh. He didn’t say anything but you could feel his eyes on your back. It was quite comforting to know he was there if you needed it. You eventually drift into a half-conscious state as he works your tender flesh. By the time he’s left you to rest you were already asleep.

Gale

Gale’s watchful eye concluded your growing burnout long before it settled in. He was a wizard- a man who studied for a living. He understood frustration and burnout. He’s faced it many times before… and it’s never an easy thing. When you settle down at the camp for the night, he can’t seem to get his eye off you. You walk around slowly and seem out of it. The man sits in his thoughts for a moment longer and decides to make his way over to you. You, of all people, deserved to have a moment to relax and truly replenish your mind. His hand makes contact with your arm and you’re snapped from your daze. He gazes down at you with a softness and silently asks you to follow him. You’re too worn down to argue and just nod.

He winds you out of the forest and towards a still lake. A drinking deer turns and shoots out from its spot when you two arrive. You quirk an eyebrow at him and he bashfully smiles. “Water is soothing to the mind and muscle. I’ll take care of you- let me.” The moonlight dappling the water is tempting and he seems harmless enough with his request. You relent and begin to slowly peel the clothing off your body. Turning back around you stride into the water only to find it pleasantly warm. It was almost hot- glancing up at him as he removed his robe, you knew he tampered with magic to heat the water. You’re not complaining though. It’s already doing wonders to work out the aches in your muscles. He slides in behind you and asks you permission to touch you. You hummed approval as you closed your eyes and put your trust in him.

He lathers his hands with soap and begins to work your muscles along your back. Simultaneously massaging gently and washing you clean. His fingers work from your neck to your shoulder blades, down your spine, and to your legs. He slowly turns you around so he can repeat the same process down your front. He’s careful around your more intimate areas, eyeing you cautiously to gauge what’s too much. It feels nice to be doted on and not have to bathe yourself for once. You’re sure he knows it, too. Then, he whispers for permission to do your hair. You barely speak and instead hum once more. He chuckles a little before wrapping an arm around you and one under your head. He dips you into the water until your hair is thoroughly soaked and pulls you back up. Like that, he begins to lather shampoo into your scalp. His fingers work wonders and you moan a little. The moment is gone too soon for your preference and he’s washing it out.

After a minute more of holding you in the water as he rinses you off, he guides you out. You almost protest like a child, wishing to relish the hot water a little longer. He hands you a large linen cloth and you dry yourself off. Squeezing your hair until it no longer drips annoyingly and wrapping it around yourself to conceal your intimates. He follows alongside you back into camp and you head into your tent. He lingers beside you while you settle down and gather some night clothes. Then, as soon as the eyes are noticed, he leaves you to your own devices. You manage to get to sleep surprisingly easily and the night passes mostly peacefully. In the morning, your previous clothes are folded neatly outside your tent. They’re clean and practically spotless. Gale must’ve taken the time to wash them while you slept and hung them to dry overnight.

Lae’zel

Lae’zel’s instinct is to scold you for showing weakness. Githyanki are warriors and have no time to tend to the frail. Yet, you’ve proven anything but frail in the time she’s known you. She’s utterly torn and wears it on her face obviously. You’re unsure why you turned to her for comfort, it was obviously a mistake. You sigh exasperatedly and trail off as she watches. You almost make it to your tent before her hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you to look at her. “Battle me,” she speaks blatantly. “Githyanki soothe their mind and body with battle. It is all I know to do. Battle me.” There’s a desperation in her voice. She cannot stand to see you so exhausted and fed up. You squint at her and almost protest that all the battling you’ve done is what led you to this point. The expression she held deterred you. You complied in the end.

She leads you into a dirt clearing and unsheathes her sword. Her face is like the steel she holds in her grasp and you ready yourself. There’s a moment of silence and anticipation that hangs in the air as you two lock eyes. She makes the first move, launching towards you and missing the side of your face by a few inches. You retaliate and dig your weapon of choice into her side. She grits her teeth as she is sent sprawling a few feet away. The girl gives you little time to react. Her next attack flies at you and you two are a clash of steel and flesh. There’s an adrenaline that elicits your veins and your head clears. The worries of taking care of everyone fade and you focus solely on your sparring partner. It’s like a second wind that envelops your body. It takes you a few hits until you realize she’s purposefully leaving herself open and using weaker moves.

She was allowing you to win. To taste her blood and victory in battle. You’re almost insulted if it weren’t so flattering that she was laying herself openly for you. You lay a final hit on her and she kneels with her head bowed. The two of you pant as wounds seep blood. Nothing is too deep and can easily be fixed by bandage or magic. She pulls herself to her feet and smiles softly at you. “A formidable opponent. You underestimate your power.” It was her form of a compliment, you supposed. She then followed you back into camp and sat you down. She runs a wet rag along your scrapes and cuts. The crimson washes off and leaves the wounds exposed to the fresh air. The githyanki is gentle in her touch as she wraps them with a bandage and secures it in place. The muscles in your body flex as you test the hold before turning your attention to her. You go to tend her wounds but are met with a hand in your face. “I am fine. I am strong enough to take care of myself. You, on the other hand, need to recover to lead us onward.”

You quirk a brow at her before pulling away and allowing the campfire to warm your bones. She works deftly on sealing her wounds and you can’t help but feel a little rejuvenated. It wasn't pampering of sorts- but she cared. She tried her best to show it and that’s truly what mattered. She fought against her nature to shame you and instead attempted to cure your ailments. She was rough around the edges but had a soft heart. The thought made you smile softly as you watched the shadows of fire dance along her olive-green skin. She catches your gaze for a moment and seems flustered. “Go rest.” She commands softly and you laugh breathlessly. It takes you a moment to get to your feet but you manage it. Some sleep would surely help repair the worst of it as long as you took it easy the next day.

Jaheira

Jaheira was an older elf. She could spot the telltale signs of wear. Whether that be mental or physical. She took care of her harpers for just about as long as she could recall at this point. It felt nice to not have to be the one in charge- but maybe she took too much comfort in it. A little guilt weighed in her heart. Too late to dwell, though, you needed assistance. The crackle of the fire was all that could be heard as you sat in front of it. You were still- seemingly lost in thought. She groaned a little as she lowered herself to a seat. Her knees weren’t as they used to be. The sound alerted your mind and you snapped out of it to look at the woman. She smiled softly at you and handed you a goblet. In her other hand was a bottle of wine and her own goblet. “Do not worry, no funny games this time. Just something to unwind.” You scrunch your nose a little before grabbing it.

The bottle uncorks and she pours a glass for you two. It’s not the finest wine but certainly was much better than the gruel served at the tiefling party. You draw your knees to your chest and take a long sip. After she takes a sip of her own she clicks her tongue in thought. Her gaze isn’t on you but on the campfire as she begins to speak. “You are more powerful than you know,” she begins and you look at her from the corner of your eye. “I’ve seen it firsthand. You vanquished the curse of the shadowlands and defeated Ketheric Thorm. I am surprised you didn’t succumb to exhaustion sooner.” You tense, almost expecting it to be an insult. Her softness of tone betrays that thought. “You need to rely on your friends and company more. We are here to help. We care. I care.” She enunciates the last word by looking at you. You can’t help but feel a soft fuzz blooming in your chest. Was it her words or the alcohol?

“I took care of my harpers for a century or more. It is hard work to look after the well-being of everyone else and yourself. I think I became too comfortable in letting you guide me. I apologize for that, truly.” You open your mouth to speak but she shushes you with a point of her goblet. That gesture makes you flush a little and take a sip of your wine once more. “I have seen many people in my life. I have lost many people in my life. You are among some of the most… wonderful I have seen. I will be damned if I lose you to anything beyond yourself.” She smiles at you, the age lines on her face only speaking to how truthful she is being. You can’t help but feel relaxed by both the influence of the alcohol and her words. You realize anything you say would be practically pointless. So, you just shuffle to her side and press against her. She hums in satisfaction and wraps an arm around you. You can hear her swallowing her wine more clearly. There’s a comfortable silence that is punctuated occasionally by the crackling of the fire.

“Another pour?” She offers as she holds the bottle and you cannot help but laugh while gesturing your goblet. Indulging for a night hurt nobody and hell you deserved it. She refills the two glasses and rests her head against yours. There’s a mutual understanding of comfort and connection between you two as you sip and watch the fire. It’s nice to not have to say anything in return. To be able to simply sit and digest the fact that somebody appreciates the fact that you work so tirelessly for them and everyone around you. It’s only til your goblets empty again does she finally pull away and cork the wine. You stand and allow the buzz of the alcohol to warm your veins and loosen your mind. She offers a hand out with a sheepish smile, “Help a gal up?” you tease her for a minute and grab her hand as she hoists herself off the ground. She regards you with a softness and plants a gentle kiss against your forehead. You two part and head to your respective tents to sleep the night away.

#baldurs gate 3 #my asks #🦜 anon #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate iii #my writing #astarion x reader #astarion #gale x reader #gale bg3 #lae’zel x reader #lae’zel #jaheira x reader #jaheira #comfort #astarion bg3 #lae’zel bg3 #jaheira bg3 #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate gale #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate laezel #baldurs gate jaheira

[seijorhi]

Boarding the werewolf wagon,

Do you think another pack( say umm seijoh)would steal her 😳

What's wrong,mother 😕 hope you are feeling better now. It hurts me to see you sad. Please take care of yourself. And stay safe. We love you so much.

Smooches and warm hugs

🦜

I feel like such a buzzkill here but the loRE

Cuz with the whole biting thing there’s not just a physical claim but a mental one too. I can’t picture inarizaki holding off sinking their teeth into the reader and once Kita does, the rest of them aren’t gonna hold back either.

I’d say that the only way to break a claiming bite would be to kill the wolf who put it there and override it with their own, but in this case that would mean one pack wiping the other out entirely.

Now, if both of them were vying for the reader from the start oop 👁️👁️

#rhi answers #🦜 anon #and ty bby #I’m not dying/dead I promise #just having a real shitty time of it :/ #but I am slowly getting better I think #got another drs appt on Monday so hopefully that’ll be good news #also to each of the nonnies who sent me sweet asks checking up on me #I love you #I am kissing you #you are a gift #<33

[muppenthings]

*lands on Snuffy's head

*sleeps.

-🦜

You can nap together. Just beware of the crows. They don't like to share their spots. ;)

#Ask #🦜 anon #oc Snuffy #Muppen doodles #Had a lil break from the comic drawing. xD #He blep.

[mobiused]

i think is interesting how in love4eva and sensitive there is strong criticisms towards the kpop industry exploiting young women (or at least thats what i gather) but in love4eva they seem to be completely coerced in this situation meanwhile in sensitive it is their actual aspiration to be idols.. thought of sharing this thought with you bc i started following you for your loonaverse analisis and i thought it was interesting similarity. 🦜

This is a really interesting observation!

Love4eva is definitely about criticising the idol inudstry as I've written before. The irony is that Jaden & BBC perpetuated what was being critiqued in the love4eva music video in a very cruel way - the strictness, the dieting, the emotional manipulation and lying.

I think the plot of Sensitive (at least the performance portion) is less about idols and more about a school talent competition as it's set in school. If we think about the real world, the loossemble members have moved into a new company that have reempowered them with creative input, who don't ask them to diet and encourage them to focus on their health first and foremost, who allow them to do whatever they want with their bodies, who allow them so much freedom - to me it's almost suggesting that simply the passion of young girls is more... worthy? more inspiring? than the path of an idol? The loossemble girls aren't being instructed by their controlling abusive teacher, they're independently creating their own dance and following their dream to dance and perform for people - their TRUE dream.

I think it's so nice to reflect on how the members have evolved so much after leaving BBC. Vivi helping Yeojin rehabilitate her relationship with food, Hyeju experimenting with her tan to oppose the colorist beauty standards in Korea, Gowon getting involved in music production for the first time, Hyunjin and how much she loves her pets which she never could've owned at the dorms... like Loossemble is truly my bias line and I really couldn't be happier with how things have turned out.

#ALSO VIVIS TAIWAN RADIO #🦜 anon

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

🦜 i’m giving irene(and all the other divine warriors too im just starting w irene first) a bunch of long ass titles (inspired by game of thrones ofc) and so far i have

Irene the Matron. Saint of the Innocent. Healer of the Realm. Guardian of the Wyverns Flame.

will probably add more but idk 😇😇

I love giving characters lengthy titles.

Judgement. Death. Darkness. The Destroyer (of realms). The Ancient (Evil). Plague upon the realm. Father of Monsters. The King of the Shadows.

#extra points when characters match titles #Avra for example… might be mother of beasts #so… Father of monsters and mother of beasts #parents #aphmau #aphverse #aphblr #rewrite #🦜 anon

[lipglossanon]

I think no matter what dog breed Leon WANTS to have, he would somehow end up with a fat prissy little chihuahua lady named like princess sparkle baby or something really stupid like that. She only eats on the carpet. she only knows how to sit and she doesn't out of spite. she has like three teeth. She wears tutus and little sweaters, and Leon would actually kill for her (he doesn't admit it but he would) he probably talks to her like she's a person, I.e: Princess Sparkle Baby is sitting on the floor by his feet and giving him dirty looks from the floor and he's all like "what??? what do you want from me???" until he finally caves and picks her up (they fall asleep cuddling aww)

or; PSB does that like chihuahua growl/snort/sneeze combo when she hears something outside she considers a threat as if she isnt five pounds with four-inch-legs and Leon is all like "oh yeah?? man, I had no idea.. SHE DID WHAT?!" like gossip girling with her 😭😭😭 this is really silly and stupid but its what I feel is true in my heart

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🦜 anon, I laughed so much! 🤭

But I can totally see that! It’s this scraggly rough looking little dog (Leon swears she’s a full blooded Chihuahua but you’re not so sure at times 🤣).

And he dotes on her like you wouldn’t believe. High end dog food— actually he feeds her like premium quality steaks or some shiz lmao.

She has the best of the best in dog toys, clothes, etc etc 🤭

She’s literally like his roommate at this point. He carries her around the house while he’s doing odd chores and talks about the neighbors 🤣

“Can you believe that Mrs Smith stole the garbage bins from Mr. Green? Yes! She did. She says she didn’t but Mrs. Green caught her doing it. Oh I know. We need to keep our eye on her. Yes, exactly, you are so right.”

#ask box #🦜 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers

[lifesteal-headcanons]

ash has esd (extreme sillyness disorder) -🦜

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#so real #ask #headcanon #lifesteal smp #ashswag #🦜 anon

[lockspick]

heeeey user lockspick on tumblr i just thinmk ur art is. ver y. cool :D

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:) thank you! i love sharing my art with everyone

#text asks #🦜 anon

[novelcain]

Elloo um might seem as a weird question but any tips for your guardian forcing you to go to a psychiatrist for having a panic attack?

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Man, that is a tricky situation. I know that getting help when you aren't ready for it can be super stressful and oftentimes make a situation worse, but if it's a guardian trying to do so, then most likely they're doing so because they love you. Though, I don't know what your situation is, so I could be wrong, but usually people who want to get you help do it from a place of kindness. So I'd try to keep that in mind.

If you really aren't ready, then I'd try to sit down and talk with your guardian about your concerns and why you don't want to go. Maybe then the two of you can look for ways to de-escalate or avoid the panic attacks altogether.

However, if that isn't an option, then when you do have to go see your psychiatrist, be honest and tell them that you aren't fully comfortable talking about what's wrong. They should understand and work with you on it. But I do think it might be best to keep in mind that a psychiatrist is there to help, given that they're a good one I've had some bad one's myself, and that oftentimes it's better to take that first leap to get help however you can.

Panic attacks are very serious. They can cause more damage than you think. If you're having them a lot, then I think you should consider going to the psychiatrist of your own will. And even if it's just one, then it could still help to talk about it.

Just remember that there is no shame in getting help. You are human. Humans are not perfect. It's okay to not be okay. And it's okay to need help. :)

#🦜 anon #i hope this helped at least some #novel answers #mental health

[fagladder]

(it’s cool. i gotchu 🦜😎😎)

i AM doing good! drew some more tasty art for this account…. will post it tomorrow probably hehehe

#text asks #🦜 anon

[princessbrunette]

Hi princess!! I’ve been a bit shy to ask because I haven’t had my blog for all that long, but I really admire you and your blog and I was wondering if you had any tips for me as a “new” writer?! I’ve written a few things but I really hope to have asks in my inbox one day!!

Idk ignore this if you want I just kind of look up to your blog cause I don’t get all that much traction on my stuff or my blog. Anyways, I hope you have a great night!

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first of all thank you so much !! also starting a new blog takes courage as does posting your writing on the internet sooo good job !!

my key points i usually give to people as advice is be original (you don’t have to come up with crazy ideas, just make your blog your own and overtime you’ll find your niche)

focus on characterisation, as it can make or break the immersion of a fic!

and make sure you enjoy what you’re posting! it’s your blog, and it’s all for nothing if you don’t love and enjoy the things you’re writing.

there’s a more in depth post about this somewhere on my blog but im not sure where it is !! i hope this helped u in some way n good luck 🩷

#🦜 anon

[fruit-trio-kins]

i think the rotten apple wants me to commit gay . . /silly

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HELP ME THE ROTTEN APPLE

theyve got a little worm buddy whos whispering evil gay thoughts into their ear /j

-🍓

His name is Harry

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#mod 🍓 #🦜 anon #not a request #mod 🍎

[seijorhi]

Happy Easter to you and your family, mother 🐣💛🐰🎀

Hope you're doing well 💗

With love,

-🦜

hi bby!!!

sorry i've been a little absent and i'm definitely answering this late but!!! ily!!!! <33

#rhi answers #i hope ur doing good my love! #also yes yes i have been writing #hopefully there'll be a new fic in the next few days #or at the end of the week at least #i have not just been doing nothing i swear ghfjkdlskjhfjds #<33 #i am sending you kisses n hugs nonnie dearest #🦜 anon #happy belated easter to all who celebrate!

[muppenthings]

Through shenanigans I, a Borb have stolen a shrink ray and glowy blue paint, and some non-salted french fries

Now I blast Octomer with it and then say hi! I push the french fries toward him, and then take my perch on top of his head.

-🦜

He's never seen a bird properly so he's way too curious to not try and take a good look at you. So no perching, only grabs. :,)

Meanwhile the arms are trying to figure out if the fries are edible or not.

#Ask #🦜 anon #Muppen doodles #octomer #oc Gorm #he's very grabby. #he needs a strong motivator to not grab. xD #Yep his arms can do stuff when he's focusing on something else. #those two arms are tasked with checking out whatever was pushed towards him. xD #cw tentacles #it hurts having to refer to them as tentacles when they're arms xD

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

ohh that e.e. cummings poem is just beautiful, definitely going into my word doc anthology

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this blog is my word doc anthology

#bg #asks #🦜 anon