Rib

Mature Blog 16+ You can call me Rib It/Its My age is > 18 and < 23

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Hi! My name is Rib! I’m 21 and part of a DID system. This page is mine! I post a lot of Dnd, Legends of Avantris, and silly stuff I do with my friends.

My side blog with all my chaos is @urnotsofavrib

My NSFW is @ribbed-for-your-pleasure (It’s NSFW, and not themed it’s just me being a freak)

My headmates blogs are @like-the-everchanging-tide @whatsonlevel3

My asks are always open, and if I don’t respond please understand I have the attention span of a hyperactive rabbit. I’ll get to it.

I do artfight! I’ll be getting all my shit set up soon so stay tuned.

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“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot

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not now kitten, daddy's making memes

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Happy One Year to the Dog Days

@whomstsnek @mstrickster @starsandmyrhs Happy Doggy Kitty Day

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Repost, now do your honors.

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Something Wicked this Way Comes

Tw: Medical Abuse, Needles and Torture

The IVs hurt, the needles never were regretful of the pain they caused, the voices laughed as he thrashed in pain, pens scratched notes of reactions. The angry voice behind his eyes, grabbing at the ability to control the narrative. A room illuminated with bright magenta, and florescent lights.

The tent was warm, his blankets soft, the fire outside crackling softly. His friends laughing along to whatever Gricko had just said. Torbek woke up slow, his body ached. Despite how much sleep he got he was still tired. Things were peaceful despite the pain. He was safe here. Surrounded with protection, strong, protective, unhinged protectors. That even if they wouldn’t admit it would stand by him or for him if it came down to the worst case scenario.

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The old wound keeps bleeding

The graveyard is cold. The water lapping at the edge, at the headstones slowly being consumed by the bayou. Two lit cigarettes and a handshake. Something a kin to his soul being sold for the power to change his fate.

Kremy’s bad hip was acting up, it woke him up like it did every year on this day. The reminder of the cane that met his hip when he decided to run. A burned brand, into his hip that his scales couldn’t heal. No amount of magic could take the edge off this pain.

Gid’s flames dulled to a low heat. A kin to his name, his heat that of coals of a fire mostly put out. He lay sprawled out, arm under Kremy’s head, other arm resting on his chest rising and falling with his chest, as he snored.

Kremy rolled himself over, head on his chest. The arm behind his head moving to hold him close. The heat spreading through him like the warmth could heal the suffering and at least for now it did.

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congrats on new pfp! looks so natural and pretty and mortal and nice.

Thanks Oak! I made it myself, trying to shake the spring sadness, and get into the summer mood

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The Same Dark Money Behind Project 2025 Is Bankrolling A Northwestern Study Recruiting Trans Kids

Project 2025 outright calls on conservatives to fund and manufacture more “studies” on the “negative” effects of trans-affirming care.

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guess we need to be circulating this psa again. This Is A Fucking Trap. Do Not Participate.

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sometimes an american will be talking to you and they start throwing around numbers like 70 or 90 when talking about the weather and you just have to smile and nod

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Something Here Has Always Been

The silhouette of the overturned train with the fire burning the skyline seemed to chase Gideon as he stumbled bloody towards the shimmering lights of whatever town might be just beyond the riverbank

Gideon grumbled as he turned over his arm falling around Kremy’s waist. The heat waking him instantly. His tail lazily wrapped around the others ankle, holding him closer. These nights were rare. The night just passed halfway and Gricko hadn’t yet come to get Gid for his watch. No nightmares tonight, no barons or deals or hobgoblins. Just them in their tent holding each other. And the night quietly continuing.

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There’s Something Wild in You

His vision swayed. The blood loss, the alcohol, the sleep deprivation, the weight of this baby owlbear clinging to him like the only thing left. He couldn’t stop, and so he asked the gods under his breath “I will do whatever I have to, but let us get out of here alive.”

The wind breezed through his hair, pulling strands out of his ponytail. The air smelled of spring and flowers. Hootsie cooed happily chasing after Frost in the high grass outside their tent.

The smile that crossed his face wasn’t splitting his face in half, but you could see the pure joy and adoration on his face like it was written out in common.

Frost’s challenges to get her to chase him faster make him chuckle, this wasn’t the life he planned, not the one he hoped for, but this right here made it all worth it. Who knew everything almost swallowing him whole could’ve brought this future.

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If you were me and ran my blog you’d post…

Once Upon A Witchlight

Random Reblogs

Furry Shit /pos

The End of the Infinite Staircase Campaign Stuff

Mental Health Shit

Drawings

Mood Boards

Crooked Moon/Bellinor Buxley

Something else (you’ll tell me in the comments or something)

Voting ended onMay 10

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Sharp claws, Soft Voices

(Get on the Grimmorning Train)

The pain was immense, immeasurable and all consuming. Frost didn’t cry as the declawed him. He just stood there, quiet, stoic. His fellow acolytes stood slack jawed, some cried, some turned away.

Gricko laughed as Hootsie danced to the music of the carnival. The stalls around them were packed with every kind of person imaginable. Tall, short, old, young, hairy, furry, naked, and more.

Frost as always stood slightly smiling nodding along, his eyes almost never left Gricko. The soft look of trust. His blinks slow, his posture relaxed.

Gricko turned to him with that grin that Frost swore would eventually crack his face in half.

“Frosty you should come dance with me!” His eyes were warm welcome, his voice was just loud enough to hear about the commotion of the carnival.

He knew there was no point avoiding it. So he shook his head and took Gricko’s hand. The polished wooden claws on his hands glancing over the other’s green skin as he lead them to dance with Hootsie.

It was weird and the height difference didn’t make it better, but spinning and laughing and joyfully being was something Frost would never miss the chance to get to do with his little slice of heaven.

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There’s nothing quite like home

(Grimmorning)

How long had it been since he left the order? Did it even matter anymore? Frost’s body was sore, the softness of the pillows swallowing him, his pack and his robes whole. The eerie peace of every morning was unsettling. The giggling brook and whispering breeze held no sound of malice or distain for an acolyte who over slept.

When Frost finally opened his eyes this was not in a horribly soft bed of pillows and owlbear feathers. Well for the most part, the owlbear was snoring at his feet, and sprawled across his chest was his best friend, his lover, his wild shaped savior. Snoring like a cacophony of a small village of angry squirrels. There were few pillows and his robes and pack lay to the side of the double wide bed that didn’t need to be that wide. This was their tent, well it was Gricko’s tent, his stood right next door empty, since nothing and no one stayed in there.

You could hear Kremy and Gid starting breakfast with pots and pans quietly clinking as they mildly argue and laugh. This was their life.

And this could be enough forever. Ya know if Garou never catches them.

(i did it i finally wrote something)

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