#neyzilla

[gawki]

It was @neyzilla ‘s birthday yesterday, so @jonasgoonface and I collaborated on this cutie painting of her character, S’mores! It was sooo fun! I love painting and also donuts!!! 💛💛Congrats on your existing anniversary, Ney!! Also our shared love for donuts!! 💛💛💛

[clubsofmeloncholy]

I haven’t posted in centuries, I also don’t open tumblr very often. Hi, how are you all doing?

I had opened comms up on twitter, and have only taken one so far so I wanted to post this here <:

This is the commission I did for @neyzilla of her cutie s’mores

Thank you bey UvU for commissioning me

cause you da bes.

[maliwarm]

MERRY BIRTHMAS @neyzilla

I hope I’m not too late and apologies in advance for the lucklustre ending. I forgot where I was going with it. :,,,L

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Shayne was terrified of heights. Terrified of the thought of pitching over the edge of some looming platform and tumbling head over heels with her breath lodged in her throat and the wind roaring, deafening and merciless, in her ears. Terrified of the thought of falling with no end in sight and equally terrified of the fall's end and becoming a red smear on the pavement somewhere. So when a picnic basket-carrying Orendi had dragged her along to Ekkunar, pointed at the stupidly largest tree she could possibly find and told Shayne they were going to climb it, she'd balked. A lot of heated back and forth had ensued, with enough no's on Shayne's part to fill the sky with stars again threefold. Yet Orendi was vehemently insistent that they climb this particular tree – this freakishly large tree that was so tall they couldn't see its top from where they stood on the ground – and absolutely wouldn't settle for any other, less insanely-proportioned, tree.

When Shayne had finally snapped out a why, the answer had been an extremely unhelpful and cryptic, "It just has to be this one!"

The argument had continued for quite some time, becoming more and more heated as their tempers and voices had flared higher and higher and louder and louder. Boomerangs and magik were thrown, though not at each other (but it was a close thing), and all wildlife in the immediate area had long since up and left because of the noise and violence. Eventually, Orendi had won by blindsiding Shayne with a very soft please and a touch of her patented puppy eyes that she could never ever resist. It was really dirty of her – completely and utterly unfair – and Shayne made sure the witch knew it. And continued to make sure she knew it when she was riding piggyback on Orendi, arms wrapped in a crushing grip around her neck; the only thing between Shayne and a splattery death on the jungle floor. For Orendi's part, there wasn't a single complaint about the tightness of Shayne's deathgrip the entire heart-stopping climb up the tree. And she nodded along to every grievance and apologised (in her usual roundabout Orendi way), but said it was going to be worth it.

The trip had been a surprisingly fast one. Orendi proved exceptionally adept at tree climbing, even with the extra weight of Shayne and the picnic basket on her thin back. All four of her clawed hands were in a constant, dizzying, state of motion the entire climb. It was equal parts mesmerising and nauseating to watch, so Shayne ended up hiding her face in the crook of Orendi's neck, breathing in her scent – campfire and sugary sweetness and a hint of something spicy and vaguely earthy and wild – in an attempt to keep calm. It worked. Mostly. At least enough to keep her from thinking exclusively of falling to her death for extended periods of time.

Now, with the climb long since behind them and shadowfire-reheated pizza and a bunch of candy in their stomachs, the pair sat huddled together closely on one of the thickest and uppermost branches of the tree, fingers intertwined. Orendi's head lay on Shayne's shoulder, her mismatched eyes slit contentedly as they both gazed at the slowly darkening skyline. Shayne's thumb rubbed slow circles across the witch's bony knuckles. The darker parts of her skin were textured differently than the lighter parts; they were slightly harder and kind of rough, almost scaly, like Pendles. If Pendles had a hundred billion itty bitty scales, anyways. In any case, the action soothed Shayne; helped her focus more on this nice moment they were sharing rather than her fear of heights. And, okay, she had to admit that it was a pretty sweet spot that Orendi had picked out. The way the sunset backlit the trees as Solus slowly sunk beneath the horizon? Stunning.

Sighing contentedly, Shayne allowed her head to rest atop Orendi's. Hat Trick had been set aside, likely in case this happened, so Shayne's cheek was met with an unruly jungle of wiry dark hair. It was kinda springy, making it a pretty good pillow, with the added bonus of smelling nice. She must've washed it, Shayne surmised with with surprise. She almost never did so of her own volition, usually forcing Shayne herself or Reyna to wrestle the witch into a bath when she was beginning to smell particularly funky. Shayne couldn't stop the small grin that sprang up; Orendi sure had pulled out all the stops for this little outing.

"See?" Orendi said into her shoulder, the touch of smugness not lost on Shayne. "I told you this was a good idea. Fresh air, pizza, and the sun's bleeding heart soaking us in its love rays. What more could you want?"

Shayne's fingers paused in their slow circling. "To not be this high up," she said flatly. "Other than that, okay, yeah. This is a pretty sweet setup. Dinner and a show with pretty company?" She pulled away enough to flash the witch a crooked grin. "Literally no complaints with those bits."

Orendi returned the grin, sharp and bright white. Beautiful and dangerous. "Such a charmer! Pretty words from pretty lips, making the sweetest music in my ears."

A flush alighted on Shayne's cheeks. "'M not pretty," she mumbled, embarrassed. She was a mess of crooked, too-big teeth, a body on the gangly side, stark burn scars, and she all over just screamed tomboy to the max. It'd never really bothered her – she was who she was, and she was relatively comfortable in her own skin; semi-crispiness and all – but she still couldn't help but be aware of the fact that she very clearly didn't fit most people's definition of pretty.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Orendi exclaimed, grabbing Shayne's face with her spare set of arms and giving it a mostly gentle shake. The witch could easily tear her head from her shoulders if she wanted to, and her nails – claws, really – could just as easily stab out her eyes or claw off her face. Instead, they cupped Shayne's face in the tenderest way, long fingers splayed across her cheeks, the nails resting feather-lightly ticklish against her skin. She gave the punk another shake, wearing a pout and furrowed brows. "Shayne... Sugar-daffodil-buttercup-cookie-with-sprinkles-on-top-" that made her snort, and Orendi grinned briefly before pouting again, though she struggled to maintain it now, "-no. You. Are. Pretty."

"No, I-"

The claws pressed into her skin a little in warning and the next forced shake of her head was even less gentle. "AH PUH PUH PUH!" Orendi interrupted loudly. "Lemme finish!" When Shayne didn't speak up again, instead arching a brow, the witch continued, "You're pretty." She made sure to add extra emphasis to pretty, giving Shayne a look that said I dare you to argue. "Your smile's pretty, your hair's pretty, and the way you shank Varelsi? A work of art. And you're strong! Not Whisk-a-lisk strong, of course; he's cray-cray amounts of strong. But! You. Are. Still. Strong! There are a million, bajillion, things about you that are great, in-cah-loooood-ing! How pretty you are, huggabutt. Do not argue with me about this or I will EAT your FACE."

Shayne nodded slowly, and Orendi began to remove her hands, thinking they'd reached an agreement. "Ok. But-"

Orendi's hands immediately clapped back into place, stinging Shayne's cheeks. "I told you not to argue with me, Shayne. I toLD YOU! Now I gotta eat your pretty face!"

Before she could even process all that properly, Orendi's face came incredibly close to hers... And Shayne was graced with a long, slobbery lick down one cheek. She yelped. Very loudly and very shrilly. Mostly at the unexpectedness of it, but also because wow... That was a LOT of saliva she could feel dripping down her cheek. "Orendi! Oh man, yuck!"

"Mmmm. Tastes preee~eeetty!" Orendi cackled, highly amused by both her own antics and Shayne's reaction. Her laughter abruptly petered off into a squeal of delight, however, when a grinning Shayne lunged forward to leave a matching slobbery trail on her cheek. Though with marginally less actual slobber. Because she, at least, knew restraint.

Shayne pulled away. Her grin had grown visibly larger. "I dunno, 'Rendi. I think you taste much prettier."

There was an obvious note of challenge glinting in the varimorph's eyes. "Oh ho HOOOOO, it is ON, gurl!" Her spindly body began to coil in on itself, legs creeping up onto the branch and clawed nails digging deep into the bark to keep her rooted in place, getting ready to literally pounce. She even wiggled like a cat in preparation.

"Nononono!" Shayne halted her with a hastily thrown up palm. Nooooo lunging. I don't wanna fall."

A disappointed Orendi slowly uncoiled. Her bare feet dangled back over the branch and kicked at the empty air sullenly. "I wouldn't let you fall," she pointed out, sulky at the apparent lack of trust.

"I know you wouldn't," Shayne sighed, fingers coaxing one thin hand away from its vice grip on the bark so she could hold it. She rubbed slow circles over Orendi's knuckles, just as she had before, to soothe the both of them. "I'm just... scared." Terrified, really, but whatever. "Scared" made her sound like much less of a weenie.

"NnnnnneeeeRRRRGH," Orendi growled. Shayne could hear the nails of her free hands digging furious trenches into the branch's bark. "I’ll eat your fear. With hot sauce and viscera.”

The corner of Shayne’s lips quirked up. The attempt at comfort was an odd one, but one she appreciated all the same. “Heh. Make sure you chew it extra good.”

[missmcgregor]

Happy birthday Ney!! Can't wait for you to crush us with the moon! @neyzilla

[bbsecretsanta]

neyzilla replied to your post: “¦ just as a note, I think it’s super ironic that the follower count...”:

Forgot to follow at all so THERE’S ANOTHER

Nooooooo you’ve ruined the nummbbbbeeerrrrr!

[clubsofmeloncholy]

[arbitrarymotions]

Yes hello, uhm im here to put @neyzilla on blast. I've known her for a couple of years now and can confirm that this is what she looks like IRL day and night. :^/// She gets more dangerous after dark (right pic), especially if she eats after midnight she gets rowdy, so uh, do not feed the wild life kthx.

[hobbledragon]

Stream for the moment is canceled. Watching this https://picarto.tv/neyzilla and CAN NOT pull myself away.