Yall I finally met @thecryptocreep in real life after all these years. I don’t know how many OG followers I have, since Crypto hasn’t been blogging in many years. But he was the first friend I made in this community. He was the first person I could yell at about cryptid stuff. He was my podcast partner. We made a very terrible podcast together so many years ago. More than a decade of friendship online and we finally got to meet in person 😭💜
@angelsandemons (She has a Bill Cipher muse on this blog)
@misc-muses
@maymayandthehog
They're all very good writers! Also, I'm always looking for more Gravity Falls RPers! There are also some I haven't mentioned here that I'd recommend, but these are either people I know particularly well or just really, really impressed me.
For some, the strain of a long distance relationship with a hardcore mercenary seemingly hellbent on getting herself killed would've been far, far too much to bear. But for you, this was no burden. The passion that burned in her veins while working seemed to bloom tenfold while beside you.
Wank had a sweet, clingy side to her, plenty of love to give you to make up for her time away from you. Cuddles strong enough to leave an imprint of her body on your own, kisses upon every inch of skin she could get to, whispering such sweet words capable of rotting your brain.
Tearing at all your perceived faults, ripping out your insecurities one by one, filling their place with love and reassurances. Though the physical distance between you could stretch miles upon miles, the emotional distance was none existent, never a trace of doubt that she didn't care for you.
And in turn you'd do the same, during quiet intimate moments of cuddling in bed together, tracing over both familiar and fresh scars and stitches, loving each and every facet that made her up. She was no ordinary woman, but that was what attracted you to her the most, spontaneous, protective, strong, a woman who will kill to see you smile.
"And this one?" Your fingers rolled over a newer scar. "MAG claw, he was desperate to do some damage, but he barely grazed me before I broke his skull." She was always so prideful of her scars, telling you once before that they were signs that the world had been against her, and yet she survived.
She survived for you.
Wank loved sleeping with you safe in her arms. The trauma and nightmares distanced themselves with you around, crawling into the dark away from the light and love your emitted.
To her, home was a person, and that person was you.