#mori anon

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Consider: It's about this time of year that animal hybrid Hermits get their winter coats/otherwise start prepping for the cold season. Grian starts fluffing up his feathers more when he goes outside, subconsciously trying to keep himself as warm as possible. Gem and Doc get their winter coats, already fluffy fur somehow getting even poofier. Tango spends most of the time in the nether or in lava pools, usually too cold to climb out. You just sit and laugh at their pain. - Mori Anon 💀

YESS hybrids trying to deal with the cold is, just great

Those that grow winter coats are absolute heaven to cuddle with, especially if you're prone to cold sensitivity yourself. However some like Tango can only deal with the cold in, less convenient ways. And then there's those like Jevin, who's slime body just kinda firms up in the freezing air. So yeah, real mixed bag but hey. Perks of being a human

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If you were a slime from Slime Rancher... hmm... I think that you would be a lucky slime!

You don't appear very often, but when you do you bestow a great feast of simpage upon your followers! Amazing, 10/10 slime, would feed all my hen hens to again.

BABY!!!! I am loving watching you assign random things to your mutuals. It's really entertaining. And I am blessed to have been assigned the lucky slime. Slime rancher is so goddamn adorable

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I think if you were a mushroom you'd be a reishi mushroom!

They're edible, and are used in traditional Chinese medicine as an extract product :P

Well I have no idea what sparked with lovely information but I hope you find joy in the fact that my brain cut the message off at "They're edible" and I sat for a moment wondering what the hell that implied hahahshsh

10/10 mushroom, thank you for the comparison

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Impostor!Reader x Yan!DSMP pt. 2

The ship's alarm blared in your ears, your feet thumping against the corridor as you ran. It was supposed to be a simple mission, something you'd done a million times over- get in, kill the crew, and steal the cargo. This time, however, things had been different. More difficult. 

Somebody had warned them that you were coming, and they had been on high alert even before you had infiltrated the ship. The blinking lights of the security cameras had relentlessly watched your every move, and you and Purpled had to revert to killing people in very few blind spots that they had.

Of course, the crewmates learned to avoid those areas as much as they could.

In the end, all of your stealth and caution couldn't help you. Just one slip up, one smear of blood on a glove had made your carefully crafted lies come crashing down onto your heads. Now, you were separated from one another, leaving you to run down the twisting, narrow corridors of the ship by yourself. Your pistol, an emergency weapon that you had previously tucked away before everything went to shit, bounced against your hip with every step you took. 

As you rounded the corner, heading towards navigation where you assumed the crew was, you slammed into another body. You caught yourself before you tripped, leaving the unfortunate soul that had run into you to tumble to the ground. They quickly scrambled away from you, comically short arms and legs scrabbling against the ground. You couldn't see their expression through the thick glass helmet they wore, but you could imagine the panicked look in their eyes as the acrid taste of their fear assaulted your senses.

It was second-nature by now for you to shift, the fabric of the space suit you were wearing splitting like tissue paper as your arm twisted and popped. The muscles in your arm writhed, worming their way around your cracking bones and holding the new structures in place. In the blink of an eye, the short and weak limb you once possessed had lengthened into a grasping fore-arm, much like the one of a mantis. Your prey hardly had a second to gasp before you were tearing through their insides, blood and gore splattering across the once-pristine white of your suit.

You didn't stop, even as your boots left sticky red footprints behind you. Your skin squirmed once more, the change from the grasper to the arm you had copied from whatever species the crew mates were seamless and smooth. You had only reached the weapons room when an explosion racked through the ship, sending loose objects flying. Loose objects that included you.

The sudden jerk of the ship catapulted you forwards and into a nearby wall, knocking the breath out of your admittedly tiny lungs. Stars above, how did anybody of this species survive with such fragile bodies? You groaned, ears ringing, as you staggered back to your feet. Through the shock that momentarily clouded your mind, you realized that the engines (Finicky things, easy to sabotage, as you'd found out) must have finally exploded. 

Immediately, the automated security system onboard activated the thick breach doors that partitioned off the ship. The barrier that split the engines off from the rest of the craft sealed behind you.

Shit.

Shit.

- Mori Anon 💀

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I am intrigued!!!!! Mori I shake you your stuff continues to come out amazing mmmmmm

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Yandere Dragon hybrid Grian who obsesses over you after you win TEGG. After all, you've already proven that you're practically prime parent material for his baby! - Mori Anon 💀

AYO THAT BE SUCH A GOOD IDEA

He'd been eyeing you up before then, but the game only solidified what was brewing. You were perfect, the Egg would be hatching any day now. And who would want to raise a kid alone? You've already been taking such good care of it, surly it's already bonded to you

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HELLO RAM. IT IS ME. BACK AT IT AGAIN AT KRISPY KREME.

I BRING YOU: Impostor!Reader x Yan!DSMP

The cold, empty void of space was your constant companion. A never-wavering, infinite expanse that was all that you had known. Ever since you had been old enough to remember, you had lived among the stars. 

"Our kind do not dwell on planets," your parents had told you when you'd asked, barely old enough to understand the ways of the world. "It is dangerous. It's better to keep moving, out here. It is better to keep you safe."

When you were younger, safety was what had dictated your life. You were entirely dependent on your parents, weak, unwieldy, and unable to change forms as they so elegantly could. You were kept hidden aboard their modest spacecraft while they collected bounties, swapping identities as easily as breathing. 

Of course, those long, lonely periods of time were made easier with your sibling. i!⚍∷i!|:ᒷ↸, or 'Purpled', as you called him after learning Universal Standard, was your best and only friend. You were older than him, by how much you couldn't be certain (Time was hard to keep track of in the cycle-less void of space), but somehow his little games never failed to distract you from the constant, looming fear of 'what if they don't come back?'

You were almost a full adult when, inevitably, your parents didn't return to your hiding spot. For your species, the life you lived, it was inevitable. You'd made your peace with the eventuality long before it happened. You couldn't allow yourself to mourn. You tucked your feelings away and got to work. Purpled was the only other remaining member of your Hive left, and as far as you were concerned, it was up to you to ensure his survival. 

Finding a job as a mercenary was easy enough- somebody always wanted something done or someone else dead, and your parents had taught you just enough for you to know which jobs you could handle. Purpled, however, had thrown a fit the first time you had packed to go by yourself.

"You can't go alone!" He'd hissed, the furious storm of clicks and buzzes tumbling from his throat a sure sign of his anger. "⊣ᔑリ||ᒲᒷ↸ᒷ  and ╎ᒍ  always worked as a pair. We're a pair- you have to take me with you!"

You had shut the weapons case you were stocking firmly, turning to level him with a harsh glare. "I'm in charge now. It's my job to keep you safe- and I'm older than you. What I say goes."

Purpled glowered at you, clawed fingers digging into his palms. "If you die, then I'll have to do this anyway. You're not our parents, you can't treat me like I'm a hatchling barely out of the nest."

You'd reached an impasse. Your brother, as much as you'd hated it, had made a point. So, you conceded, he could go with you as long as he didn't handle weapons.

That's how you two started out in the bounty hunting business. Purpled learned quickly, despite his young age, and you were able to feed yourselves with the rewards you garnered. As you aged, your reputation and client base grew with every victorious mission you completed. You were able to live, instead of just survive.

However, like most good things, it didn't last long. 

- Mori Anon 💀

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MHMHMHM I'M LIKING IT VERY MUCH

Living for little killer bro purpled that's so neat, god this is such an intriguing intro Mori 👀

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Yandere TFTSMP James Pt. 5 (Oh damn I didn't realize how many of these I've made up until now)

You had only just managed to find a fairly unoccupied corner of the room to stew in when the sound of a bell ringing cut through the din of the ballroom. All eyes turned towards the disturbance, the orchestral music that had previously been in full swing cutting out abruptly. 

A lone butler stood at the opposite end of the room, a gleaming silver bell held in one hand that was obviously the source of the noise you had heard just moments before. He cleared his throat, knowing all attention was on him, and dipped into an elegant, yet controlled, bow.

"Esteemed guests," he started, voice carrying throughout the eerily silent room. "Dinner is to be served."

Caught up in a sudden stampede of nobles, the only thing you could do was try to avoid getting trampled as you were carried into a dining hall that was equally, if not more, ostentatious than the room you had just been in. 

The roof must've been at least forty feet off the ground, held up by beautifully sculpted arches that were painted gold in the light of the lanterns dotted along the walls. The largest table you had ever seen dominated the floor, each placemat outfitted with finely made ivory and gold silverware. The host of the event, Kyran Pemberely, stood at the head of the table, a beatific smile affixed to aer face.

Trying to contain the anxiousness that aer presence brought, you searched for the seat marked with your name. Each had a personalized card that indicated where each guest would sit, meticulously plotted out to avoid any conflicts between rival families or scorned lovers. Even thinking about the task made your head hurt, and you were glad when you finally found your spot after a minimal amount of time spent searching for it.

"Fancy meeting you again," a voice interrupted your thoughts, and you felt your blood run cold.

Shit. You were not excited to be embarrassed once again tonight.

Feeling a headache coming on, you plastered on a socially-acceptable expression and turned in your chair to meet James' warm gaze through your mask. "Ah. It's a pleasure to see you again, sir."

He waved your attempt at formality off, slumping into the seat next to you with a grin. Based on the faint smell of alcohol in the air that definitely wasn't there before, it was clear he had already started drinking for the night. 

"Call me James. All the pleasantries you nobles use bore me."

You quirked an eyebrow. "'You nobles'? You talk as though you aren't one."

James smirked and leaned forwards conspiratorially. "Its hard to believe yourself to be someone truly 'noble' if you've strayed from the Gods' grace as much as I."

You flushed. Prime above, was the man trying to give you a heart attack?

"Ah," you said lamely after a few moments of flustered silence, moments in which his smirk had fully widened into a shit-eating grin. He laughed at your expression, before schooling his face into something softer, more earnest.

"I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, and I'm really sorry that I might have offended you."

Well. That wasn't something you were expecting of him. However, James had already proven himself to be full of surprises- you could hardly pretend to know what went on behind those dark eyes of his.

Your surprise melted into a little bit of coyness, and you made a show of looking him over. Clicking your tongue, you eventually let the smile that had been threatening to show creep onto your face. "Apology not accepted."

James groaned, looking up towards the painted ceiling with a faux-wounded expression. "XD, how must you torture me so."

You full-on laughed then, pulling away from him and focusing your attention on Kyran as everyone began to get settled. "You'll just have to earn my affections, James."

And earn it he will.

- Mori Anon 💀

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Yandere TFTSMP James Pt. 2

After your absolute shit show of a first introduction to the noble circle (You can hardly remember the end of the ball, must've been the champagne), you had managed to charm your way into a close circle of well-off families.

Today, a month or two after the event, you had been invited to Lady Adrien's estate for tea and, although it went unsaid in the invitation, gossip. You smiled at her over the rim of your teacup as she and the other members of the party prattled on, already mildly bored with the talk. It was all things you already knew- so and so had an affair (It seems like everyone was having one nowadays), someone had worn some terrible dress to the opera performance the other night (Gods, aren't there better things to focus on?), and another person had apparently been courting so and so although they were of different classes (Well, you had to admit that that was something of note). 

"Did you hear the news about Sir Blackthorn's divorce?" one of the gentlemen asked, and your ears couldn't help but perk up at the comment. Setting down your cup in its plate, you turned to them with your brows raised.

"He and his wife got separated a while ago, didn't they?" you said questioningly, head tilting slightly to the side. They nodded, a smirk tugging at the corners of their lips.

"Well, yes," they started, their twinkling eyes a blatant sign that they new every eye in the room was on them. "However, James was quite against it. They never got past the official proceedings, he was too fixated on winning her back."

You leaned back, folding your gloved hands neatly in your lap with a practiced grace. When they didn't go on, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at their dramatics. "And?"

"And, he's suddenly trying to speed up the proceedings as much as possible. I was talking to one of the Justices the other day, lovely fellow, if I might say, and he had even agreed to let his wife have full custody without any complaint."

The other nobles at the tables tittered and gasped at this tidbit of information, jewel-colored clothes rustling with every expression of astonishment. A surprised expression flashed over your face, before you schooled it into something more disinterested. You'd learned in your short time with people like this that any excess emotion would only fuel more gossip, especially about you.

You took another sip of your tea, thoughts brewing heavy behind your eyes. What? If James was so dead-set on delaying his divorce so he could fix his marriage, what had made his mind change so quickly? 

You sighed through your nose. Rich people were so strange. (And this was coming from you, a Gods-damned rich person)

You tried to ignore the uneasy feeling that settled in your gut. That had nothing to do with you, so you shouldn't have to be concerned about it. Not at all.

You were wrong.

- Mori Anon 💀