imagine sevika with a raging size kink. not just because she’s big—though she is, built like war and ruin—but because you’re not. you’re soft, sweet, and pretty in that way that makes her jaw tense, like she wants to ruin you to see what your voice sounds when you cry.
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and the worst part? you have no idea what you’re doing to her. you’re always teasing her without meaning to—like you haven’t figured out what sevika could do to you if she used even a fraction of her strength.
just like today.
you’re in one of her shirts and gray panties—barely covering the tops of your thighs, laughing as you dart around the apartment barefoot.
“bet you can’t catch me,” you giggle, glancing back over your shoulder with that look, like you think she won’t.
you’re fast.
sure.
but she’s stronger.
and the second you cut around the corner, laughing, sevika moves. she catches you like nothing—one arm wrapped around your waist, dragging you flush against her chest before you even register the shift.
“gotcha,” she mutters in your ear, voice rough.
you squirm, breath catching—your playful energy stuttering as she lifts you off the floor like you weigh nothing. “sevika, that's not fair!”
“what was that, sweetheart?” she hums, already turning you in her grip, holding you in the air like a little toy. “thought i couldn’t catch you?”
you’re breathless, hands clutching her shoulders now, thighs pressing tight around her hips without thinking. and she feels it—the heat between your legs, the twitch in your muscles, the way your body melts from being handled.
“you don’t even realize what you do to me, do you?” she asks, staring at you with something dark behind her eyes.
you’re not smiling anymore, just wide-eyed, panting, and dizzy. you don’t even get the chance to answer—because sevika’s already got you pressed up against the nearest wall—the harshness of her action knocking the air out of your lungs. her body’s so close to yours, heat radiating off her, one knee slotted between your thighs to keep you there.
“you like that, huh?” sevika’s eyes rake over you, as her metal hand grabs your waist. “you want me to chase you around, like some fuckin’ game? do you get off to that?”
you whimper—still trying to squirm yourself away from her grip, only to realize she’s not even trying, she was just using the littlest of her strength to remind you she could crush you if she wanted.
“such a tease,” she whispers, lips brushing against your ear. “running around like you don’t know what you’re doing? think i don’t know how wet you get when i grab you like this?”
you can’t respond—all you can do is gasp when her free hand, slides down, until it pushes up her shirt you’re wearing, baring your panties—with an obvious soaked spot.
“fuckin’ knew it,” she breathes, voice lower. “this pretty pussy’s been begging for me all day. all you had to do was tell me—but you wanted to play games.”
you whimper, hips shifting. “please—”
“you want it?” she asks, grinding her knee up against your clothed pussy. “words, baby.”
“i want you, sev,” you breathe. “please.”
sevika cuts you off with a groan—pulling your panties to the side and circling your clit slowly with two fingers. “if you want this—” she murmurs, kissing your throat. “—you’re gonna take what i give you.”
she could’ve fucked you right there against the wall—had every intention of it, with your panties pulled to the side and your legs wrapped around her hips—but something in her eyes shifts.
control.
that’s what she wants.
not just to ruin you—but to own you.
sevika scoops you up, tossing you over her shoulder like nothing but a doll. you squeal, fists thudding weakly against her back as she walks, but you don’t really want her to stop—and she knows it.
“got energy in you?” she laughs, playfully smacking your ass. “we’ll fix that.”
she tosses you onto the bed face-first, hands already on the backs of your thighs, dragging you toward the center. you don’t peek when you hear her move around—already knowing what she’s doing.
the mattress shifts as she climbs up behind you, heavy and looming, the creak of the bedframe almost obscene. her chest presses to your back—solid, wide, smothering—pinning you down with her weight.
you try to wiggle, uselessly. “vika—”
“mhm, look at you,” she mutters, voice soaked in mockery as her hands drags your shirt over your back, exposing the curve of your spine, your waist, the swell of your ass. “so fuckin’ pretty.”
your back arches on instinct, needing something, but she presses down harder—grinding her hips against yours, and you finally feel the strap she’s wearing. it’s bigger than usual, and you know what you’re in for.
“so small,” she murmurs. “so damn easy to break. you don’t even know how much i’m holding back, do you?”
you moan something incoherent, nails clawing at the sheets as she lines herself up. “sev, please.”
“that’s right,” she purrs, sliding the head of the strap against your soaked pussy—not pushing in yet, just teasing. “take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”
and when she sinks in, slowly, you whine—your body pushed into the mattress so hard you can barely move. she’s still atop you—chest against your back, one hand on your hips and the other gripping your jaw, keeping your head turned enough for her to look in your eyes.
“fuckin’ hell,” she groans, staring to move, steady and punishing—every thrust pushing you into the mattress. “look at you—taking it so well. my pretty girl.”
your legs try to close—too much, too full. sevika notices, pushing your legs open with one of hers—so easily you don’t even fight it.
“uh-uh,” she tsks. “you wanted it, now take it.”
you nod, biting your lip as you try and stare at her—the grip on your jaw tighter, as she fucks you with the same strength you tried to test earlier.
“this what you wanted?” she pants. “to feel how tiny you are under me? how useless you’re when i’ve got you like this.”
“yes—fuck—yes, sev,” you whine, barely able to answer as the strap hits that spot again, and again, and again.
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your brain is buzzing from how deep she was when she grabs a fistful of your shirt, and yanks you up.
“up,” she orders. “get up.”
your body obeys before you can register what she said, crawling weakly onto trembling hands and knees. she drags you to the edge of the bed, spinning you to face the full-length mirror.
“look at that,” she murmurs, settling behind you. “poor baby’s all dumb already.”
you try to turn, reaching for her without thinking—needy, desperate—but she grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so you’re forced to look at your reflection. face flushed, lips swollen, eyes wide and gleaming.
“you’re going to watch,” sevika says. “you’re going to look at what you turn me into.”
sevika’s flushed too, sweat-slick, muscles flexing as she lines herself back up. she thrusts—hard, with no warming.
your jaw drops open in a silent cry. “fuck, sevika—”
“you feel that, sweetheart?” she asks, hand still buried in your hair—the other splayed across your stomach to keep you still. “how deep am i?”
you can’t look away. not with the way she’s holding you. not when the mirror shows you everything in such a hypnotic way—her hips slamming into your ass, the way she’s watching your pussy take her strap.
“such a needy girl,” sevika mocks. in response, you whimper, trying to look down—but she pulls your hair harder, dragging your gaze back to the mirror. “don’t look away—you’re gonna watch how pathetic you look begging for it.”
and you do look pathetic.
your body trembling, mouth falling open, eyes rolling back.
“fuckin’ melting for me,” she mutters, pressing down on your stomach. “such a mess for my cock.”
you’re moaning, babbling nonsense about how it was too much and how deep she was, hands scrabbling for anything to try and not seem too weak, but sevika’s relentless—thrusting harder, until you’re bouncing forward.
“you wanted me mean, baby?” she growls. “then take it. show me what that pretty little body’s for.”
when your body finally shudders, eyes rolling back—you know she’s not done, not even close. because you see her staring at your reflection like it’s her new religion.
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your head is hanging low between your shoulders—her breath is hot on the back of your neck, her front is still pressed against your back. the moment is too quiet—just the soft drag of her fingers on your skin, the sound of your breathing.
you know sevika’s trying to give you a second to breathe, but you don’t want it.
deliberately, your hand reaches back. you find hers—rough, calloused, still shaking from holding herself back—and you bring it to your jaw, guiding her fingers with yours. your lips brush her thumb, and you open your mouth—letting her slide it past your lips.
sevika groans—the sound echoing in your spine, because she feels it, instantly. your submission. your softness. your weakness. the way you're practically telling to go ahead, keep going, take all of me.
“fuck, baby—” she mutters, eyes glued to the sight of you in the mirror—slack-jawed, your lips so swollen and pink drooling around her thumb. “such a dirty fuckin’ girl. you want it again?”
you nod, slowly—mouth still full. “mhm.”
her hand slips down to your throat, thumb still hooked on your bottom lip, using enough pressure to make your lashes flutter. her other hand slides back to her strap, teasing you with it—you whimper, as you're still so sensitive.
“want me to use you?” she asks, brows raising as your hips rock back against her. “that’s what i thought.”
sevika fucks you slower, deeper—not out of mercy, but because she wants to savor it. wants to feel you, listen to every little sound you make while you fall apart again. for her. only her.
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your skin’s already burning hot, oversensitive, humming with her weight. every place she’s touched you feels raw—owned. but it’s not enough for her, not yet, not until you look hers.
so she flips you—effortless, one big hand braced under your thigh as she rolls you to your back, pinning you there with the full weight of her hips between your legs. the strap’s still buried inside you as she drags your body right to the edge with every little movement.
your eyes are glassy, lips parted in a breathless whine—but she’s not even fucking you yet. she’s just watching, eyes locked on your face like she’s waiting for something. then she leans down—mouth at your collarbone and hand on your jaw.
“you're mine,” she murmurs, barely audible, and then she bites your skin.
you whimper, hips jerking up, but her body keeps you still. “sev—fuck—”
when she pulls back, there’s already a flush of red blooming there. you look at her, dazed, your lips barely able to form words. but she knows. she always knows. she kisses just below your jaw next—so sweet it makes your chest ache—then bites again, harder this time.
“that’s it,” she coos, tongue dragging over the bruise she just made. “need the whole fuckin’ world to see it, baby. know exactly who you belong to.”
you can’t speak. your hands are fisted in the sheets, hips twitching under her weight, strap still snug inside you and hitting deep with every subtle shift of her hips.
“you like that, don’t you?” she teases, lips brushing your ear. “bein’ all marked up. worn out. fuckin’ dripping for me.”
you nod, helpless. her hand comes up to your chest—big and heavy—spanning across your sternum, thumb dragging over your nipple as she grinds her hips just enough to make you sob.
“gonna bruise you everywhere, sweetheart,” you feel her smile against your neck. “make sure you feel me for days.”
and then she bites again—lower this time, over your ribs—and you swear you could come from that alone. because there’s no softness in her now. just her weight. her teeth. her cock buried deep.
“such a fuckin’ good girl for me,” she says, low and rough. “my good girl.”
You don’t mean to be such a creep about it, but every damn time Sevika's under the sink, half her body disappearing into some broken cabinet or machine, those thick arms flexing as she tightens bolts or repositions wires, you lose it.
She’s in a black tank top, grease on her bicep, her scarred jaw clenched with focus, the low grunt she makes when something resists her strength. You’re sweating.
This time it’s the washing machine. She’s flat on her back in the cramped dorm kitchen, one arm deep underneath, abs taut and peeking just under her raised tank. You’re sitting on the couch pretending to scroll your phone, but your eyes are locked to her stomach like it’s going to start talking to you.
And Sevika notices.
“You always this quiet when I’m workin’?” she calls from the floor, voice low and smug.
You jump. “I—I just think it’s cool…how you know how to fix shit,” you mutter.
“Yeah?” She slides out slowly, wiping her hands on a rag. She sees your thighs pressed together. Hears your shallow breath. “You think this is hot?”
You open your mouth to lie, but Sevika’s already pulling you down by the wrist, guiding you to straddle her abs.
“C’mon. Don’t be shy now,” she purrs. Her body is solid under you, warmth radiating through your clothes. “You’re always eye-fucking me when I’m elbow-deep in a busted pipe. Thought I’d let you enjoy the view properly.”
Your hips twitch instinctively. She grins wider.
“There you go,” she murmurs, one hand steady on your waist, the other back under the machine like she’s fixing it and you at the same time. “Grind on it. Be a good girl and come while I work.”
And you do—helplessly. Desperately. Rocking against those abs as she curses the wrench and smirks like she planned this all along. The ridges of her abs and every little bump, you could feel it past the thin fabric of your panties.
Your thighs are burning from how long you’ve been grinding in slow, shaky little circles against Sevika’s abs. The rigid muscle under you flexes every time she shifts beneath the washer, wrench in hand, tank top pushed up just enough to drive you insane.
And she knows.
Every time you start to pick up pace, rolling your hips more desperately, Sevika’s hand on your waist tightens—not to encourage, but to steady.
“Hey, grab me the flathead.”
You freeze, blinking through your lust-drunken haze. “Wha… now?”
Sevika pulled back to look at you, “Flathead. Dumbass.”
You glare at her, cheeks hot, breathing shallow. The insult shouldn’t make you clench around nothing—but fuck, it does. The flathead’s just a foot away, and you grab it with a trembling hand, slapping it into her palm a little too forcefully. She chuckles low in her throat, the sound vibrating through her chest beneath you.
“What’s the attitude for, huh?” Sevika asks, guiding the tool under the washer again. “You’re the one gettin’ off to me fixin’ a damn spin cycle.”
You try to snap back, but the moment she shifts, her abs flex again under your soaked cunt, and all that comes out is a shaky gasp.
She hums in satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.”
Her focus goes back to the machine, but her free hand doesn’t. It stays resting just above your knee, fingers drumming lazily, occasionally curling against the soft skin of your thigh. Each touch drives you a little further out of your mind. You rock your hips again—slow, testing—just enough to relieve the ache. Sevika’s hand shoots up to your waist, still not helping. Just holding. The grinding of her wrench fills the room. You do it again. A little faster.
“Needle-nose,” she says.
“Fuck you.” You retort causing her to let out a low chuckle. Sevika gives you a deadpan look from where she's at and her hand, the one on your waist, slips down to press on your clit. You cry out and lean forward towards her chest. “Please.”
“Where's all the bratitude now?” Sevika mocks, her finger not once rubbing or stroking your clit, just applying the right amount of pleasure, enough to make you moan and squirm. But not enough to make you cum. “Now. Needle-nose.”
You swallow your pride and reach a trembling hand towards the needle-nose resting on top of the counter. Slim fingers wrapping around it and passing it to the hot butch whose abs you were soaking up with your slick.
“Sevika, how much longer?” You ask desperately
“Say please.” Sevika doesn't look at you, simply continuing her work with one muscular hand.
“Please—”
Sevika's finger rubs a very slow circle on your clit, your hips bucking instantly as you cry out. The intensity was so good, Sevika knew how to touch a woman that you could tell. It was so good you lost balance and leaned against her chest, the scent of her sweat and the grease, but you didn't care. You wrapped your smaller arms around her.
“Please.” you say again, grinding down.
“Shit, you're being such a good slut on my abs,” Sevika says wickedly.
“Please, please—”
You beg mindlessly as you grinded down harder, face against her collarbone. Your thighs shudder and clamp down harder on both sides of Sevika's waist. Your mouth is slightly agape, drool running down your face and onto Sevika's tank top, dampening the front of it.
“Ratchet.” Sevika says but you're not listening.
A harsh slap on your ass stills you, flesh stinging from the sudden impact. You paused and look at Sevika, “‘M sorry,” you mumble before complying. This would go on for long.
content warnings: nsfw, explicit sexual content, alpha omega dynamics, power imbalance, heat-driven behavior, aggressive dominance, biting/marking, non-consensual undertones, mild pain, reader restrained and overpowered, knotting, breeding implications
She’s going feral.
Sweat glistens along her throat, veins bulging, arms straining hard enough against the reinforced restraints that the cuffs grind against the metal chair legs with a low screech. Every breath she takes is a guttural growl, like it hurts to inhale without you in her mouth. Her eyes are bloodshot, unfocused, locked on you like she’s going to eat you alive.
You lean against the wall.
Remote in hand. Thumb poised above the trigger.
“You’re not thinking straight,” you say, trying to keep your voice even despite the way your knees want to buckle. “It’s the heat. It’s making you insane.”
She snarls, teeth bared, jaw flexing like it’s fighting the muzzle that’s not even there. “I’m not fucking insane.”
Her thighs spread wider. Her hips roll against nothing. Her voice drops to a snarl. “I can smell you. I know you want it.”
You don’t deny it. Can’t. The air is thick with her scent, dark, musky, blistering with pheromones that make your brain want to shut off and your body want to give in. But you won’t.
“Sevika. Listen to me.” You push off the wall, take a step closer. Her breath hitches, nostrils flaring. “You almost mauled me this morning. You don’t even remember it, do you?”
She doesn’t answer.
Her eyes drop, stare at your thighs.
Then her body jerks forward, houlders straining, cords of muscle flexing as she lunges.
“Sevika, don’t—”
Too late.
You hit the button.
The collar lights up electric blue. It hits her like lightning, sparks cracking across her neck, the scent gland flaring red as her body seizes. She screams, an animal sound, low and pained, and slams back into the chair, the restraints yanking tight with a violent snap.
When it ends, her head droops forward. Shoulders shaking. Breath rasping hard through clenched teeth.
You step back to the wall. Let the silence settle.
“I told you,” you say softly. “You’re not in control.”
She doesn’t lift her head. Just spits blood onto the floor.
Then—quietly—she chuckles.
“You think that’s gonna stop me?” she rasps. “Keep playing with that button, sweetheart. I’m not done yet.”
The static hasn’t even cleared from the first shock before she twitches again,like her body doesn’t care it’s just been punished.
She growls, voice cracking. “You smell like you’re ready. You want this just as bad as I do, don’t lie….don’t fucking lie to me!”
Her muscles coil. Her wrists twist in the cuffs so hard they creak. The chair groans beneath her weight.
Then she lunges again.
You don’t flinch.
You press the button.
BZZZZT.
The collar lights up again, violent and cruel, a hungry electric hum snapping through the air as Sevika seizes up mid-lunge. Her back arches like she’s about to snap her own spine, and she lets out a strangled roar as her body locks down and slams hard into the chair again. Sweat flies off her jaw as she shakes, teeth gritted so tight they might crack.
When it stops, she collapses forward in the chair, arms trembling, hair clinging to her slick forehead.
And then—she laughs.
A low, broken, deranged sound.
“You think you can train me?” she huffs, voice ragged. “That little toy’s the only thing keeping me from fucking your guts full of my knot until you scream my name like it’s a goddamn prayer.”
You say nothing.
You just let her talk.
“I’ll bite you,” she says, more desperate now. “I’ll mark you so deep they’ll smell me on you for weeks. You want that? You want to be mine?”
She tries to shift her hips. The restraints don’t let her. The chair holds.
But the way her eyes glint when she hears her own cuffs creak, it’s almost euphoric.
“I’ll tear your fucking clothes off,” she moans, rolling her head against the backrest. “I’ll split you open and knot you so good you’ll forget your own damn name.”
You lift the remote.
Her eyes widen.
“No—no—fuck—please—”
BZZZZT.
She screams through her teeth, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes, not from the pain, but from being denied again. She bites her lip until blood stains her mouth. Her whole body spasms in the chair, knees twitching, thighs drenched.
When the buzzing fades this time, she doesn’t speak.
She sobs.
Low, hoarse, furious.
She hangs limp in the chair, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven gasps. The collar’s still sparking faintly—tiny pulses of leftover current twitching across her flushed throat. Her mouth is wet with spit and blood. Her pants are soaked.
You think maybe she’s done.
You think maybe she’s finally broken.
And then—
SNAP.
One of the chair legs screeches sideways with a bang.
You freeze.
She moves again.
Another jolt of violent strength, and this time the cuff on her right wrist shreds clean through the leather with a sharp crack. Metal groans. The entire chair shifts with her weight.
You step back.
“Sevika,” you warn, voice razor-thin.
She lifts her head.
Hair stuck to her face. A snarl behind her teeth.
Her left arm breaks free next.
She doesn’t hesitate.
She lunges to her feet, dragging the chair’s frame still shackled to her ankles. She stumbles, roars and charges.
You press the button.
BZZZZT.
It lights her up, but she doesn’t go down. She keeps coming, mouth open in a savage moan, eyes rolling back even as her muscles spasm and her knees buckle. She crashes against the wall just inches from you, her body jerking violently from the voltage, but she slams her hand out, knocks the remote from your grip, sending it clattering across the floor.
The collar finally shorts.
Smoke rises from the edge of the device, and the light dies with a pitiful fizzle.
She looks down at you. Panting. Grinning.
“Oops,” she growls.
You try to bolt.
But her arms cage you in, one braced above your head, the other grabbing your wrist hard enough to bruise. She pins you against the wall with her hips,hot, throbbing, soaked through the fabric grinding into you like a promise.
You fight.
Push at her chest, twist in her grip, but it only makes her growl, low and mean, like your struggling’s just foreplay.
“You shocked me,” she pants against your skin, teeth grazing your jaw. “Over and over. And now you’re gonna fucking pay.”
Her hand slips between your thighs and cups you over your soaked panties, pressing into the heat of your omega core like it belongs to her. You cry out, hips jolting but her thigh is already wedged between yours, keeping you open, caging you in.
She grins when she feels the wetness. “Knew it. You’re just as ruined as I am.”
“Sevika—” You try to speak, but she doesn’t care.
She bites down on the side of your neck, hard. You yelp, writhing as she suckles the skin between her teeth, leaving a brutal, red mark. Not a mating bite. Not yet. Just a warning. A stamp.
Her hands tear your clothes apart like paper. Shirt ripped open, bra yanked down, panties dragged roughly to your knees. You’re gasping, shivering under her weight, skin flushed and raw, scent slick and begging and she devours it.
“Gonna fuck you so full of me,” she snarls, pressing her nose to your chest, your belly, your thighs. “You’re gonna forget every command you ever gave.”
Her fingers dive between your folds and find you soaked,pulsing, dripping, ready. She groans, thrusts two in without warning, and your back arches hard off the wall. The stretch is sudden, brutal, perfect.
“That’s it,” she breathes, pumping them deeper, watching your mouth fall open. “That’s my girl.”
You try to speak, tell her to slow down, to wait but you can’t. Your body betrays you, hips grinding against her palm, core clenching so tight it makes her hiss through her teeth.
“You’ve been teasing me for hours. Days.” Her fingers speed up, thumb circling your clit like she’s hunting a reaction and she gets one. Your legs twitch. Your moans get louder. “How many times you press that button? Huh? You liked seeing me beg, didn’t you?”
You shake your head, but she only laughs rough, breathless, and hungry.
“No? Then why are you this wet?”
She pulls her fingers out. You whimper.
She licks them clean.
And growls.
“You taste like heat. Like mine.”
Her boxers are off in seconds, exposing her strap she’s been wearing all day. From this morning when she planned to take you, but got interrupted by your own plans. It brushes your slick folds and you sob, biting down on your own lip as your omega instincts scream yes—yes—yes.
Sevika grins like she feels it in your scent. “There she is.”
Then she thrusts in.
All at once.
You cry out, half pain, half desperate, shattering relief, as she fills you completely, barely giving your body time to adjust. The stretch is brutal, the pressure dizzying. She grabs your thighs, lifts you higher, lets your back press against the wall as she holds you open and starts to move.
Hard. Fast. Punishing.
“You wanted this,” she grunts, slamming into you over and over. “You fucking wanted this.”
Your body gives up. Folds under her. Fists tangled in her hair, breath coming in ragged moans as she drives into you like a hammer, her knot already swelling, threatening to lock.
Her teeth are at your neck again.
Not teasing this time.
“I’m gonna mark you,” she growls. “Gonna take you.”
You gasp—“No—don’t—wait—”
But she’s past the point of listening.
She sinks her teeth into the crook of your neck, a deep, savage bite, and your body explodes.
You come so hard it rips through you like lightning. Your vision whites out. Your walls clamp around her strap, milking her, and she growls against your skin as she gives in, thrusts deep, deeper, and imagines locking inside you, her knot swelling and snapping into place.
She pulses.
She wishes she could actually fill you.
Hot, endless streams of her release would coat your insides, her hips jerking against yours, the mark on your neck still bleeding when she finally pulls back and pants against your ear.
“Mine.”
You’re still trembling.
Still trying to breathe.
Still completely, helplessly tied to her.
And Sevika?
She’s smiling now.
A wicked, blood-stained grin.
“Next time you collar me,” she murmurs, nuzzling your jaw, “you better hope I don’t break it sooner.”
Yeah I do follow everybodylovespurdy, that's how I discovered your content! I really like your designs and I loved how you made your own rewrite of canon characters (Grasspelt, Mistystar,Talon, Violetshine and Twigbranch). AUs of canon characters always allows for more creativity and ideas
Aweee thank you! I’ll admit sometimes I feel like I made characters completely inside out of what they were in book. But sometimes ya gotta.
GrassPelt is my favorite guy. And in my rewrite of the au (lol) IceWing isnt a sister, but she still knows meditation, which she teaches her sons. So GrassPelt is still a huge help to Puffer in the rewrite!
If you have any questions of plot feel free to ask! Or any questions on the rewrite
Hi, I hope you're doing well and I love your Power of Three rewrite (Sillyname/Stars in the Name) and I love your designs of the characters. I remember getting super invested in the story back in 2022 and I loved Picklestem and Pufferpelt. I also really liked reading Grasspelt's Kin , Stars Whole and Stars Flight. I really enjoy your AU! :3
Omg thank you!!! I’m sure if you follow purdy you’ve seen I’m kinda working on a rewrite. You being interested really makes me inspired to work on it more and maybe write it!!!
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