She/Her YouTube: https://youtube.com/@loxy_the_fox3182?si=3VGQA1mXmXvkEvjv Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/blueblobbing?igsh=MXRheWdvbDJnZHhjNQ== I just draw random things :)
I took some notice that I haven't properly introduced myself.
I am Blueblobbing, you may call me blobbing or blue either one is fine.
I am Bisexual, she/her, adulting ✨️
I'm not in a whole lot of fandoms, only a main three currently, which are MLP, Undertale, DeltaRune, and The arcana. I'm starting to get into ObeyMe! However, I do enjoy discussing other fandoms. I find it fun to learn new things.
I enjoy writing and drawing, though due to my busy scheduling, I don't have much time for them.
I've made a few posts so far, and I am happy to see that they have gained some traction.
I enjoy reading your comments and seeing your support. 💙
Don't feel afraid to reach out for requests, I don't charge only because I don't feel my art is worth it. Plus, I can't always get around to commissions, and it makes me feel horrible.
If you do reach out to me and it's been quiet sometime, please text me. I've got the brain of a goldfish, and I'm extermly forgetful.
Beloved Aphrodite, goddess who grants to us the greatest of joys, the harshest of sorrows, the sharpest of pleasures, the dearest of pains.
Aphrodite, freshest of Olympos’ flowers, your lightest touch can turn the hearts of men towards love; with voice sweet as honey, sweet as wine, you speak words of persuasion, we hear and heed, rapt in wonder.
O Aphrodite, grace and beauty surround you, where you pass, the roses bloom, with sweetest scent and sharpest thorn: with reckless hands we grasp them.
Aphrodite, born of blood in the cold salt sea, born of the fallen sky, goddess whose kindness can be so brutal, who cruelty we cherish, blessed are your children, blessed those your favor, blessed those who have felt your might, blessed those who dwell in your domain.
Aphrodite, honored one, incomparable one, with each breath I praise you.
May Hermes help you to find open and welcoming arms wherever you choose to roam. May Hestia help you to find a safe home in every place you rest. May Demeter help you to keep your belly full and nourished. May Apollo help you to remain in good health and always find affordable care when it's needed. May Dionysus help you to stay in high spirits, despite the trials that traverse you. May Ares help to topple the systems that oppress you, bringing them to their knees. May Athena help you to find the wisdom needed to prevail and persevere. May Aphrodite help you to encounter those with love and compassion in their hearts.
Hello Valko! Saw that you were wanting some sweets to brighten up your day. So sorry im late to celebrating your birthday so happy belated birthday! Here's a chocolate cake baked by yours truly. I hope you have a wonderful day and that your smile brightens many other's as well!
🎂
Sincerely, little wolf 🐺
I only want to celebrate my special day with you, because you make it special. Of course- don't tell that to my family they'd eat me alive but... let's eat this cake together right?
I know I'll like it because it's made by my lil wolfie. Thank you so much ❤️ I only shine with everyone's light.
You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the small wrapped gift in your hands, a simple silver chain with a wolf pendant you’d had custom made ages ago. The kind of thing he’d pretend to find silly but secretly wear every day under his shirt. Today was supposed to be special. Today was Valko’s birthday.
But he wasn’t here.
He’d been gone for three weeks now. A “temporary reassignment,” they called it. Some classified operation involving Ever. The kind of mission they only sent someone like him on when the stakes were too high for anyone else. He couldn’t even tell you the details. Couldn’t even tell you when he’d be back.
The last time you saw him, he’d held you so tight it almost hurt, forehead pressed to yours, hands wrapped around your waist like he never wanted to let go.
“I’ll come back,” he’d whispered, voice rough. “I promise. Wait for me.”
You’d kissed him like it might be the last time, tasting salt from tears you both refused to acknowledge. Then he was gone.
And today, his birthday, the silence in your apartment was deafening.
You hadn’t slept properly in days. Every notification on your phone made your heart leap, only to crash when it wasn’t him. Tara and Simone had tried to distract you, dragging you out for coffee and reminding you that he was strong, that he’d come back. But they didn’t understand. They didn’t know how empty everything felt without your giant wolf taking up space in your home and your heart.
You clutched the gift tighter, thumb running over the wrapping paper. “Happy birthday, you big idiot,” you whispered to the empty room, voice cracking. “I miss you so much it hurts.”
The tears came then, hot and unstoppable. You curled up on his side of the bed and let yourself break. The kind of ugly, gasping sobs you’d been holding back for weeks. Because today was supposed to be his day. He was supposed to be here, laughing as you tried (and failed) to cook his favorite meal, tail wagging as you gave him the gift, pulling you into his lap and kissing you until you were both breathless.
Instead, he was somewhere out there, probably exhausted, probably hurting, and you couldn’t even tell him how much you loved him.
⏾⋆.˚ You couldn't find him anywhere. [Mild 18+ / Angst / Hurt/Comfort]
“Valko?” Your voice only seemed to echo back at you, taunting in tone as your feet pounded against the cool metal flooring of one of many of EonCore’s laboratories.
The one your wolf had specifically spent most of his time in.
Yet, with every bellow of his name, no response followed. Valko, who had told you to meet him here. Who had said it was urgent.
Who had oddly ended his messages with an abrupt “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” Was now silent in all senses. No call, no text, no verbal responses. Nothing.
Dread inches its way through your veins, cruel and unforgiving as you shoulder open the last door in this hallway. A spare office, one he specifically told you he used as a decoy for a higher profile experiment.
If he wasn’t in here, quite honestly you’d be convinced he had been erased off the face of the earth at this point. “Val?” Peering into the room, your heart plummets to your feet. It’s been wrecked. Desks turned over, files destroyed, carefully conducted months upon months of research completely ransacked.
“Oh my god…” Instinctively, your fingers find the cool metal of your gun. Wrapping around it so hard your knuckles whiten.
“Valko? C’mon say something.” It seems your legs move before your mind can truly process anything, stepping deeper into the carnage and nearly slipping.
Something wet glides beneath your foot. Something thicker than water; metallic in a way that it assaults your nostrils.
Glancing down, you’re met with your own reflection in a crimson pool of blood. A scream so shrill threatens to tear from your throat and yet not a single ounce of breath escapes your lungs.
Within that puddle is your lover, cold. How long he has been gone you’re unsure. But there is something oddly beautiful about his peaceful expression.
Metal clattering against metal is deafening and yet you can’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. You hit the ground hard, knees splashing sickeningly into the pool of Valko’s cooling blood. Your hands tremble so hard you can barely angle them right to hold his graying cheeks. “No…no no no no no…”
“You can’t do this to me… you can’t leave me… you promised…”
Hot tears blur your vision, a garbled mess of no tumbling from your lips. Agony rattles in your chest, a feeling so painful you can’t stop yourself from doubling over. Forehead pressing into the cold, unmoving mass of Valko’s chest.
“Hey! C’mon, little wolf. It’s just a bad dream, wake up.”
Your eyes snap open as a strangled sob rips from your throat, tears burning and throat tight as you struggle to catch your breath.
“Woah, it’s okay!” Valko, your strong, warm, breathing Valko lays in front of you. Amber eyes glowing even in the darkness of your bedroom, filled with pure concern.
“It was just a nightmare, it’s okay.” he hadn’t the slightest clue as to what you dreamt of to terrify you in such a way. All he knew is you were shaking, sobbing in your sleep and whimpering out his name loud enough that it woke up.
So, by default, it must have been something utterly horrid. He’s never seen you this shaken before, not even in the depths of battle.
“V-valko…?” it hiccuped out of you, hands physically shaking as you cupped his warm cheeks. Skin that was warm, alive, blood rushing just beneath. Still circulating. Felt his pulse thrumming under your fingertips, felt his breath ghosting your tear stained face.
“I’m here, little wolf. M’right here.”
He’s dragging you in, not asking questions, just cradling you to his chest. The chest that had felt so surreal, so cold and still. It sends a renewed wave of tears brimming over your eyes. “Y-you died.” You managed to cry into his chest.
The words were so jagged and bitter that Valko swore he could taste the poison on his own tongue. “I-in my dream, you were dead. It f-felt so r-real, V-val…!”
You were grieving him, and he was right here. Alive, warm, holding you. Yet you were hysterical. Laying before him, a shaken shell of a woman as you sobbed into his chest over something that never actually happened.
But something that clearly felt so real that it had rattled you to your very core.
It felt as if someone had cracked open his ribcage and wrapped their fist around his heart, as if his own evol were squeezing it in a vice grip. Ready to pop it for all that it was worth. “Hey, hey, look at me. Baby, I need you to look at me.”
Baby.
The very pet-name that the two of you always made fun of. Noses scrunching and immediately side eyeing the other when you heard a couple use it in public.
Yet, it was always the first thing to slip past your lips when the other was upset, or hurt, or maybe both. “Baby, take a deep breath, please.” Now, he was begging.
“It wasn’t real, I’m alive. See? You feel this?”
He shifts, pushing back just enough to grab one of your trembling hands and place it firmly against his bare chest. Right above the steadfast pounding of his very much alive and working heart. “See? It’s beating, it’s pushing my blood through my body as we speak. I’m alive, right here next to you, little wolf.”
You feel it, strong and real, and slowly you can find the will to even your breathing.
“Good girl, deep breaths.” It’s meant to be encouraging, yet it makes you feel just a little light headed. “Don’t say things like that.” You mumble, using your free hand to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks.
“I can’t praise you?” A genuine sound of surprise, as if he can’t fathom why he shouldn't be proud of you for overcoming a very obvious panic attack.
“S’not what I was talking about.” Nasally, your nose is annoyingly stuffed from all the tears. “Then wha…oh.” Mildly startled at the realization, but it doesn't stop the toothy grin that suddenly tugs the corners of his lips.
“You were just sobbing, now you’re getting flustered?” The hand he still had held to his chest now wiggled free from his grasp, lifting slightly to haul off and playfully smack him. “Consider it a successful distraction.”
You shuffle closer to him, pressing your once wet face into his chest. Inhaling his scent, letting it fully relax the last of the tension still stored within your shoulders.
"You smell good, Val." It's fully muffled into his chest, vibrating his skin and earning a delicate chuckle. "You always ask me what you smell like, why don't you tell me what I smell like, hmm?" Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, arms and legs finding their natural home slotted in, on, or around the others'.
"You smell like a man." It's blunt, and you feel rather than hear his laughter. "You smell clean, like all the time. Expensive, too. Like incense and woods, fresh air with a hint of smoke. You also smell a bit like chocolate but I'm pretty sure that's because of your hidden stash." He tenses, how on earth did you find the stash?
"You also smell like my coconut lotion, the one I let you borrow when your regular one ran out but then you liked it so much that you just bought a bottle for yourself."
He smiles at that, one of the earlier memories in your relationship. Also one of his fondest. "Most of all." You yawn into his skin, nuzzling into his chest as if you could truly burrow your way inside of it. "You smell like home, Val."
In the quiet of your shared bedroom, with the nightmare pushed far behind you, Valko wondered if you could hear how hard his heart was hammering from that statement.
Banner is from @/cafekitsune
This was going to turn into smut but then I just got really soft over him after the new updates we've gotten... low key I'm getting sad all over again but I'm trying to hold out hope but... man... I miss Valko... I miss playing LaDs... infold what the fuck - Soul
Howdy you! I hope you're doing well wherever you are! I don't know if you take this kind of requests but... I'm starving for some angst of this fandom lately and i can't get this subject out of my head 😫 So... May i ask for a headcanon?
That Asra is not an angel, i think we all can agree. Like, he stole and cheated to bring MC back, taking all the friends he made on the road as pieces to his chess game. Could we see how he would react if the Apprentice decided to cut all ties with them after learning the whole truth? (Not only about the deal, also what he had done to people, like Julian) Would Asra let his anger and grief take over or accept the outcome?
It can be light angst or not, you decide how you wanna do it
-🌸
Oh wow I normally never get requested to write stuff like this and I haven't been in the Arcana fandom for quiet sometime now but ain't nothing I can't handle!
The shop centered within Vesuvia, one full of mystics and wonder, held a sinister secret within the hazy fog of burnt inscent. A magician who played all they're tricks, played every card, toiled endlessly and all for not. He had done it, cheated the inevitable, yet... they found themselves alone. Had he truly turn down a dark path? Etched a destiny for himself of loneliness?
They stopped in their tracks... no... no they had been the ones to work, they had tried to bring them back. To amend what was once broken, how could he be at fault? Why couldn't they see this was done out of love!....
Asra's hands ran through the messy white locks of freshly fallen snow on top of their head. Fingers pulling and smoothing as his mind worked. Perhaps... they were right to leave... he had done the same once before...
As Asra stood there a glimmer caught their attention. Turning he spotted a mirror, yet the reflection staring back at him was what shocked him. They looked tired, worn out, disheveled. After everything, they were alone, yet as they thought about it... he deserved to be. They were the one to cheat death and brung back the one he lost, they were the one to use others, to use trust as pieces he could manipulate. Still as they stood there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of... relief, wash over them...
They had made mistakes, hurt the ones they cared about and burned bridges along the way... if he had to be honest... he'd probably cut ties within themselves too... then he saw Faust, his familiar snake. The lavender purple snake slithered down reaching out as Asra reached up to collect her. She quickly slithered down and around their neck getting cozy, a soft familiar voice rung clear as day,
"Friend"
Their hand rested gently on the creature as he sighed. He hadn't been a good friend. They had been horrible.. but maybe... he could redeem themselves, it would take time. Lots of it, but maybe they could amend what was done. Even if it just took the sting off just a little bit...
But that wouldn't be for quiet sometime in the future. Right now, they needed to address the issues within themselves and work on it to be a better person not just for others but for himself too.
((I hope you enjoyed this rather small one shot!!))
“And you do not need my forgiveness, nor I yours; it is all the same whether you forgive or not, all the rest of my life you will remain like a wound in my soul, and I in yours - and that is proper”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Before I deep dive into this how many of you guys on here would be interested in a story driven Mouthwashing RP? Im thinking of making a erver souly for the story aspect of rps. What im looking for in members is someone who's in it for the "long-haul". I wanna create it to be open to OCs but not be too bombarded that its hard to navigate. Lmk if you guys are interested I have quiet a few good ideas for this server.
