Better Name Was Taken :[

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

Hihihi

Main is @blueberry-braincell, but all my ocs live over on @blueberry-bruises

This is an rp(?) ask blog. Ask my ocs shit. Or just send them hate mail idc. I’ll try my best to answer in a timely manner.

My OC masterlist

Whump blog, so expect whump shit.

All posts are tagged with all ocs involved in posts, and the tag “ooc asks” is for asks directed at me

Depending on the ask my answer will either be very short snippets of writing or just me explaining answers!

[blueberry-braincell]

Wow ive been. Uh. Not great the past few weeks.

Tbh might take a break from tumblr

[superlazernovaa]

If this post gets 50k notes by the end of the year I'll buy myself and then wear a lovely princess dress

This is very notable because I Do Not wear dresses and usually actively avoid doing so due to being a nervous wreck

And for extra smugness I'm betting this wont get past 1k

[superlazernovaa]

It's been 2 months and we haven't even broken 6k

You're all terrible at this

[alanaisalive]

The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

[iguanamouth]

oh shit

[throughshadow-to-the-edgeofnight]

[alanaisalive]

As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.

[docd666]

Y'all know what to do Tumblr.

[guerrillatech]

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

► Verneus and Virgil, swap places in the power dynamic for a day

Virgil awakens as usual. His auburn hair lays like a halo around him, draping across soft silken pillows. Next to him, Verneus groans softly. Virgil looks over, only to freeze. Verneus looks… different. It takes him a moment to place it, but his husband’s long wooden antlers are gone, and his skin has taken on a pinkish color. Virgil bolts upright, only to face his own alien reflection. His skin, normally pale green, is cream-colored and dotted with soft greenish freckles. Adorning his head are two long antlers of dogwood, and behind him are leaflike wings. Verneus awakes, and Virgil’s heart plummets.

“Virgil. Lay back down.” He commands. Virgil doesn’t move. He doesn’t move. But instead of the usual strange tugging of an invisible leash, there is nothing, no consequence for disobedience. “Virgil. Did you fucking hear me?”

“I—“

“What’s wrong with you?” Finally, Verneus looks at him and pauses. “The hell….”

“Sir, I—I don’t know what happened, I swear, I—“

Verneus tries to slap him, but his hand freezes midair. A soft green glow emanates from a previously unseen script on his neck. Virgil.

“Don’t hurt me. Please.” Virgil manages to squeak out. Verneus’s hand drops as he shoots Virgil a venomous look.

Virgil hesitantly stands, stumbling as he nearly hits his head on the overhead fan. Disoriented, he blinks, realizing he’s now easily above six feet tall. As his husband stands up, he sees that Verneus and him have seemingly traded statures amongst everything else, with Verneus being barely above four feet.

Verneus glares at him, as though everything is Virgil’s fault somehow. The king looked so fragile like this.

They each ended up wearing each other’s clothing, though Verneus complained about how degrading it was the entire time.

Finally, Virgil had enough of it. “Would you please just be quiet for a minute?”

Verneus’s mouth snapped shut, and he glowered up at Virgil.

“I-I’m sorry, I—I’m not used to… to this. You can talk. I’m sorry.”

“Just fix this, for the gods’ sake.” Verneus muttered.

“I already told you, I can’t!”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this.”

It happened before Virgil could register it. A thin green thread shot from his hand to the inscription on Verneus’s neck, dragging him closer like a leash.

“I don’t enjoy this! I’m not a fucking sadistic bastard like you! I didn’t do this! Can’t you wrap your head around that?!” Virgil snapped.

“Let go of me!” Verneus squirmed in his grip.

“You wouldn’t let go of me!”

After a moment, Verneus finally stopped. “Fine. But don’t think you won’t be punished for this tomorrow.”

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

I want to take Poppy to an ice cream parlor, and let him frolic, and give him a nice blanket, and tell him everything is okay

After getting some peanut butter flavored ice cream and running around for a while, he curls up in your lap under his new blanket. He nuzzles into you, mumbling, “thank you, mx.,” before drifting to sleep.

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

OC’s Favorite Sanrio Charactersssss

Poppy: Cinnamoroll

Lucia: Marron Cream or Pekkle

Saffron: Monkichi or Ushahana

Tarron: Corocorokiririn (he is campaigning for them to make a bee character)

Nym: Melody (they will lie and say Kuromi but it’s really Melody)

Linari: Marron Cream

Lyla: Hangyodon (he is fish!!!)

Roni: Hanamaruobake

Ira: Little Twin Stars

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

►Poppy, make the first move on Callum

Poppy was never one for flirting. It was part of the reason he’d failed at romantic training—he could never seem to find the right words to say. But with Callum, things seemed to come much easier. They were curled up on the couch together, Callum in his wolf form and Poppy in his more humanoid one. Their respective owners (roommates? Poppy wasn’t exactly sure what to call Valeria) were off in their bedroom, which were mercifully in the other wing of Valeria’s manor. He nuzzled closer into Callum. The wolf’s fur was soft and fluffy from years of domestication—even if he’d resent the implication that he’d grown soft. Callum shifted into his humanoid form, gently shifting Poppy to accomodate his new shape.

Poppy paused for a moment. He never knew what to say. Finally, he broke their peaceful silence. “I… um… Would you…do you…”

Callum reached over and pet his hair. “Go on,”

Poppy sighed. “I… really like you… um, not as a friend. Different than just friends. I—I mean, I do like you as a friend, but also as—“

Callum kissed him. Poppy jolted in surprise, but then melted into it, leaning into him.

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

► Saffron, hold still while your tail gets cut off.

(Under cut for gore, bodily mutilation, fantasy slavery, teenager whumpee (not directly mentioned but Saffron is like 15 at this point), guard dog whumpee, unintentional misgendering (Trans woman not out of closet yet), brief mention of mouth injury (tooth knocked loose), reference to irl poor treatment of animals [docking tails])

She had to be pinned down by her trainers, her hands cuffed to the tabletop in front of her. Tears slipped down her face and she stared up at Lucian, eyes wide.

“Please don’t—please, I’ll be good, I won’t let it happen again—“ she was cut off with a shock from her e-collar.

Lucian tsked. “You see how that’s a liability. One you can’t take on.”

She had had an opponent grab her tail and use it to yank her down during sparring, hard enough to knock out a tooth. She’d been told what they were going to do.

Lucian shoved a cloth between her teeth. “So you don’t bite your own tongue off.”

She whined, trying to wrench her hands out of the restraints.

Another zap. “Bad boy. You know better than that.”

She ignored the way her skin prickled at the word boy. Not a priority. What was a priority was Lucian’s hand grabbing her tail roughly. He pulled it taught—enough to make it hurt already—and lined up his knife.

Then he swung down.

She screamed, nearly shredding the cloth gag as her teeth clamped down. It felt like fire igniting her nerves all at once. Her entire body jerked forward as layers of muscle, cartilage, and bone were severed by Lucian’s knife. He tossed the now-limp tail in front of her.

“I’m sure you won’t make the same mistake again.”

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

> (sagittam non habeo) Linari, cuba et accipe ova mei. (Haec translatio non est valde credibile)

Explicit NSFW/Eggpreg under the cut

Lucia lays back, her legs spread slightly. She does not speak, but her lips tremble as you begin to push into her. She gasps and whines, fists curling by her sides, but offers no resistance. If anything, it seems she’s enjoying it.

Her whimpers grow into moans as your eggs begin sliding into her, pressing their way into her womb. She cries out—it’s difficult to tell if it’s a moan of pain or pleasure—and her back arches off the bed. Hands scrabble at your back, searching for something, anything, to cling to as she’s filled.

By the time you’re done, she’s a mess. Still, though, she curls around her now-swollen belly and drifts to sleep a little while later.

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

Oh yeah translation: “(I don’t have the arrow) Lucia, lay down and take my eggs (this translation is not very believable)”

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

> (sagittam non habeo) Linari, cuba et accipe ova mei. (Haec translatio non est valde credibile)

Explicit NSFW/Eggpreg under the cut

Lucia lays back, her legs spread slightly. She does not speak, but her lips tremble as you begin to push into her. She gasps and whines, fists curling by her sides, but offers no resistance. If anything, it seems she’s enjoying it.

Her whimpers grow into moans as your eggs begin sliding into her, pressing their way into her womb. She cries out—it’s difficult to tell if it’s a moan of pain or pleasure—and her back arches off the bed. Hands scrabble at your back, searching for something, anything, to cling to as she’s filled.

By the time you’re done, she’s a mess. Still, though, she curls around her now-swollen belly and drifts to sleep a little while later.

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

è italiano :[ l'ho cambiato un po' :[ ma credo di poter parlare in latino ora

HDISJDIDIAIDUFAUXUCUUW OH

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

no... il mio travestimento...

I have one mutual who speaks latin dork

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

3, 5 6, and 7 for Linari

(NSFW below the cut)

thoughts on threesomes? how about an orgy?

Linari pauses for a moment. “Maybe a threesome. If I liked the other people enough. But an orgy just sounds… overwhelming. And messy.”

do you lean more towards vanilla sex or kinky sex?

“Somewhere in between, I suppose…” after being nudged for more details, they add, “I like some more… mild kinks? But nothing particularly intense. Soft bondage. Waxplay. Things like that.”

Do you like it rough? if so, how rough?

“Hm. I don’t usually like being rough, but I don’t mind it at all if my partner is a bit harsh. Not too extreme, though. That just… brings bad memories. But hair pulling, biting, some types of manhandling… I like those. Only when I’m subbing, though, I don’t like hurting my partners.”

name one thing that really turns you on.

“…my hair being played with. It’s—for elves in general, culturally speaking, it’s very intimate for someone to touch your hair. I really like it when my partner plays with it, pulls on it, anything like that.”

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

[ask-blueberrys-ocs]

Salve, Mx. Linari! Mi piacerebbe riempirti di uova. Ci vediamo stasera, e ricorda, gli dei non ti salveranno!

(I know who you are /silly)

Linari seems disturbed and uncomfortable with that threat. “…please leave.” They mutter.