Ez18

Part time Writer + Full time back

[zeke-fanfucs]

Wonder who drew this.. mmm 🤔

[riooooooooo]

Bvz doodle cuz I don't feel like doing finished pieces rn 😴😴😴

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@f1sh1sh @snoogeewoogeewoo

[zeke-fanfucs]

Eats your art politely

[zeke-fanfucs]

I’m killing Karmor. No one can’t stop me. Not Neeto. Not even Geebs. I made too many happy fanfics. I need to break him. I want him to beg. To scream. To lose everything he’s slowly loving.

ANYWAYS EXCITED FOR THE NEW EPISODE!! Tehe 🤭

[darkshiver]

Honestly.......Can't wait for the angsty shit on Karmor, he's been too happy lately 🙂

[zeke-fanfucs]

Thank you. I seen the trailer. That boy is too happy. Respect for neeto and Oda and the rest for making it. But I think it’s time to break the little twink.

And I have plans.. Karmor won’t ever be happy in my book. He will watch the people around die, or hate him.. let’s just say.. Faith will look beautiful…

In a casket. ⚰️

[zeke-fanfucs]

I’m killing Karmor. No one can’t stop me. Not Neeto. Not even Geebs. I made too many happy fanfics. I need to break him. I want him to beg. To scream. To lose everything he’s slowly loving.

ANYWAYS EXCITED FOR THE NEW EPISODE!! Tehe 🤭

[zeke-fanfucs]

A Quiet Break

Okay sooo @soup-sloth, two of your characters were mentioned. Sibren had more of a role. Uhhh…

IM BACK BITCHES! AND BROS! AND ALIENS!

A Quiet Break

The house smelled like pepper and stew—a comforting, earthy scent that meant peace, for once. Karmor leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, just… taking it in. Mahatma was stirring the pot, humming under their breath, while Sibren was slicing bread with a rhythm that almost matched the tune.

For the first time in a long time, everything felt still. No gunfire, no alarms, no desperate comm chatter in the middle of the night. Just clinking utensils and the sound of something simmering.

“Smells good,” Karmor said softly.

Both heads whipped toward him. Even now, months after he’d gotten his voice back, people still weren’t used to it.

Mahatma blinked. “Oh—Karmor. Gods, you scared me again. You need to make noise when you walk in.”

“I did,” Karmor grinned, holding up a finger. “You’re just bad at listening.”

Sibren snorted, brushing crumbs off his cybernetic hand. “Man gets his voice back and immediately becomes a menace.”

“Immediately?” Karmor quipped. “Buddy, I was born a menace.”

That earned a chuckle from both of them—small, easy laughter that made Karmor’s chest ache in the best way. He patted the satchel on his hip and started backing toward the hallway. “Don’t burn the stew. I’ve got a surprise to deliver.”

He made his way toward the orphanage wing, where Faith was rocking one of the little ones in a creaky chair. The soft hum of her lullaby filled the air—sweet and worn with tired devotion. Karmor crouched beside her, keeping his voice low so he wouldn’t wake the kid.

“Hey, Faith,” he whispered. “Remember that little treat I mentioned?”

Faith tilted her head with a small smile. “The one about a hot spring spa?”

“That’s the one.” He grinned and held up his tablet, the light reflecting in his blue eyes. “I got the tickets. All of us—and the kids too! There’s a play pool area for them, hot springs for us, and even an oil spa for Hipswitch. The brochure said it helps with metal corrosion and body strain.”

Faith chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re seriously excited about this, huh?”

“Hell yeah I am,” Karmor said, keeping his voice soft. “We need this. Everyone needs this. After the Triad mess, and—” He hesitated, then exhaled. “—after Mad Crow.”

Faith’s smile faded a little, but she nodded. “Then it’s settled. We’ll go. You did good, Karmor.”

He gave a small, proud salute and slipped out before she could see the emotion creeping up on him.

Down the hall, he found Hipswitch exactly where he expected: sitting in their shared quarters, hunched over a table scattered with datapads, reading reports from their last mission. The dim glow of the holoscreen made his chrome features gleam.

Karmor leaned on the doorway, watching quietly. His heart softened. He still couldn’t believe this was his life—this calm, this person who stayed, despite all the chaos attached to his name.

He knocked gently. “Hey.”

Hipswitch looked up, startled—his glowing eyes flicking slightly. “Oh. Uh. Hey, partner. You’re—uh—feeling better?”

Karmor’s smile faltered. He hated that question. It always came with that cautious note, like everyone was afraid he’d break again.

“I’m fine,” he said. “Mahatma patched me up. It’s just a scar now. You can stop worrying.”

Hipswitch gave a small, awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, right. Sorry. Just… hard to turn that off.”

Karmor stepped closer, holding up the tablet like it was a sacred relic. “Then maybe this’ll help. Hot spring vacation. Tickets. For you, me, the gang, and the kids.”

Hipswitch blinked. “You bought tickets? Like. Real ones?”

Karmor nodded, a smug little grin creeping in. “Yep. With actual credits. Been saving up since the last bounty.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Hipswitch’s expression softened, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Only on good days,” Karmor teased. “So, what do you say? You, me, the gang, no bounty alerts, no Triad breathing down our necks. Just… hot water, food, and maybe—if I bribe you enough—a nap.”

Hipswitch leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders melting for the first time in weeks. “You had me at ‘nap.’”

Karmor smirked. “Knew it. Pack your gear, oil your joints, and maybe leave your rifle for once.”

“…No promises,” Hipswitch said, grinning now.

Karmor laughed—a real, warm laugh that filled the room. “Yeah, didn’t think so. But I’ll take it.”

—————————————————————————

The morning of the trip began with Karmor already sweating before sunrise.

Not because of the heat — though Springrock’s twin suns didn’t help — but because no one was moving fast enough for his liking.

“Where’s the—? No, not that bag, the other one,” Karmor groaned, juggling three duffels, a medkit, and something that clanked ominously when he set it down. “We’re leaving in ten minutes!”

From the kitchen, Sibren called, “You said thirty minutes ago that we were leaving in ten minutes!”

“Yeah, and I meant it! Time’s a circle, Sibren!”

Faith laughed softly as she adjusted the strap of a baby carrier across her shoulder. Inside, a sleepy toddler blinked up at her. Two more kids were hanging onto Albus’s coat like it was a lifeline, one tugging on his belt with sticky hands.

“Albus,” Faith said gently, “you don’t have to carry all three—”

“Oh, I do,” Albus interrupted, expression grim as if he were heading into battle. “They’re feral if separated.”

One of the kids sneezed directly on his face.

He blinked. “…See?”

Faith smothered a laugh as Mahatma approached, holding the resort pamphlet like a sacred text. “According to this,” they began in their calm, scholarly tone, “the springs have three separate temperature pools, all filtered through mineral stone. The brochure says it ‘soothes body, mind, and soul.’”

Karmor, still half-buried in bags, muttered, “Good. I’m gonna need all three soothed by the time we get there.”

“Where’s Devlin?” Albus asked, glancing around while swatting a curious child hand away from his sword.

“Still in his garage,” Faith sighed. “He said he had to ‘finish calibrating something.’”

Albus groaned. “He always says that. Fine. I’ll go drag him out before he welds himself to a wall again.”

———————————————————————————

[Devlin’s Workshop]

Sparks flew. The entire place smelled like oil, smoke, and stubbornness. Devlin had a torch in one hand, goggles on his face, and about five different projects scattered across his table.

“Dev,” Albus said flatly, stepping into the doorway.

Devlin didn’t look up. “Busy.”

Albus crossed his arms. “Vacation.”

Devlin’s hand twitched. “Working.”

Albus sighed through his nose like a disappointed parent, which he developed after deciding to help Faith with the children. “We haven’t taken a single day off since Faith’s clinic got rebuilt. You’re coming with us.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Albus, I swear to every saint in the desert—”

“Dev, if I have to carry you out like a toolbox, I will.”

There was a long pause. Devlin finally looked up, face covered in soot. “…You’d never.”

Albus stepped forward, grabbed him by the back of his jacket like a cat, and began dragging him out of the garage. Devlin protested the whole way, flailing with his wrench.

“Let go! I was aligning the servo coil!”

“Congratulations, you’re aligning your priorities now,” Albus grunted.

“Unhand me, brute!”

“Shut up, you love hot water.”

By the time they rejoined the group, Devlin’s hair was a mess, his goggles still on, and he looked like someone had abducted him mid-project.

Faith smiled. “Glad you could make it.”

“I was forced,” Devlin hissed, but the way he tucked his tools safely into a bag betrayed that tiny sliver of excitement he’d never admit to.

———————————————————————————

[At the Dock – Boarding the Transport]

The group stood in front of the shuttle that would take them to the springs. Mahatma double-checked the pamphlet again, mumbling, “Pets, weapons, and volatile chemicals are not permitted on-site.”

Everyone went silent.

Six sets of eyes turned toward Sibren.

“…What?” he said, clutching a suspiciously large duffel.

Karmor pointed. “That bag is literally humming.”

Sibren shrugged. “Backup cooking gear.”

“It’s buzzing.”

“It’s… a vibrating whisk.”

Karmor pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am so close to leaving you on this dock.”

“Love you too, fearless leader,” Sibren said, throwing an arm around him.

Meanwhile, Hipswitch was sitting on a crate nearby, polishing a piece of his armor. His optics flicked toward Karmor. “Need help with the luggage?”

Karmor paused mid-bag-throw. His whole soul wanted to say yes. But he remembered what he told Hipswitch earlier.

“Nope. You’re supposed to rest,” he said, squinting up at him like a very angry cat. “Doctor’s orders. My orders. Sit there and look pretty.”

Hipswitch chuckled, leaning back. “You sure you don’t want me to carry the heavy stuff?”

“Oh, I want to,” Karmor said, huffing as he hauled another bag, “but if you throw out your back or corrode a joint, I’m the one who has to deal with Mahatma’s lecture about it.”

“Fair point,” Hipswitch said, amusement glinting in his voice.

Faith approached, helping Karmor with a smaller crate. “You know, you’re supposed to relax too.”

Karmor laughed breathlessly. “Relaxation starts after I get everyone in the vehicle and no one explodes.”

“High standards,” Hipswitch teased.

“Low expectations,” Karmor shot back, smirking.

Finally, everyone was loaded up—children strapped in, Devlin still muttering about torque ratios, Mahatma handing out calming tea packets “for stress,” and Sibren already passing around snacks like it was a road trip.

As the shuttle’s engines warmed up, Karmor slumped into a seat beside Hipswitch, finally letting himself breathe.

The vehicle rumbled to life, and for the first time in a long time, the sound wasn’t one of war—it was just travel.

“Next stop,” Mahatma announced, reading from the pamphlet with an almost reverent tone, “The Oasis Springs Resort and Sanctuary.”

Karmor grinned, closing his eyes. “If anyone wakes me before we get there, I’m throwing them out mid-flight.”

“Even me?” Hipswitch asked.

Karmor cracked one eye open, smiling faintly. “You snore too loud for that mercy.”

Hipswitch laughed, leaning back. “Fair enough, partner. Fair enough.”

And just like that, they left Springrock’s dust behind—heading, for once, toward something soft, something peaceful, something that felt almost like home.

The Oasis Springs Resort was everything the brochure promised and somehow even more ridiculous.

Steaming pools sparkled under warm lanterns, carved into glowing red rock. Water trickled down from the cliffs in ribbons of gold, and the air smelled faintly of citrus oils and mineral steam.

Karmor stood at the edge, hands on his hips, absolutely vibrating with excitement.

“Oh, this is heaven.”

Faith smiled beside him, already holding the hands of two giggling kids who had stripped down to swimsuits faster than the laws of physics should allow.

“Remember,” she said gently, “no running—”

“CANNONBAAALLLLL!”

Albus’s shout split the air like a gunshot. He launched himself into the main pool with terrifying speed and perfect form. The splash was so massive it might’ve qualified as a localized weather event.

“ALBUS!” Faith yelped, shielding the kids as a tidal wave of mineral water drenched them.

Too late. The little ones screamed with glee and immediately followed his example, sprinting for the edge.

“NO—WAIT—” Karmor started, but five cannonballs later, the entire left side of the pool was a churning maelstrom of children.

Hipswitch stood a few feet away, arms crossed, steam condensing on his chrome plating. His optics flickered in amusement. “That went well.”

Karmor gave him the most betrayed look imaginable. “You could’ve stopped them!”

“I could’ve,” Hipswitch said casually. “But this is way funnier.”

Faith sighed and, with long-suffering grace, waded in to start giving swim lessons before someone learned to float the hard way.

“All right, everyone—kick your feet! No biting!”

Meanwhile, Mahatma had stationed themself (and Attila, whose voice was already muttering snark in their ear) at the shallow edge. Their pant legs were rolled up, feet submerged, a cup of tea somehow balanced on one knee.

“This is pleasant,” they murmured.

Attila’s voice hissed back in their mind: Pleasant until the tall one cannonballs again.

“Noted,” Mahatma replied serenely.

Devlin, on the other hand, had wandered into one of the smaller side pools meant for “deep relaxation” and promptly dozed off, floating like a corpse in a hoodie.

Albus pointed him out mid-splash. “Is he—uh—dead?”

Mahatma didn’t even look up. “No, just resting his socially exhausted neurons.”

Across the way, Sibren was already half-lounged on a stool at the bar carved into the rock wall. He waved lazily, a tall cup of neon-colored fruit ice cream in hand. “Y’all want anything? They got mango-mint and something called ‘lava berry!’”

“Just bring me peace!” Karmor called back, ducking as another kid launched themselves into the pool.

But honestly—he wasn’t mad. Not even close.

Because in the middle of all the chaos, the laughter, the splashes—he finally felt something he hadn’t in a long, long time.

Normal.

He stripped off his towel and dove into the water with a smooth arc, surfacing a few seconds later, hair slicked back and grin wide.

“Ha!” he shouted, sending a wave at Albus, who immediately retaliated. The two splashed each other like kids in a summer pond until Faith scolded them both (“You’re supposed to be role models!”).

But Karmor didn’t care. He was laughing too hard.

He floated on his back, eyes half-closed, the suns’ reflection dancing across the water. For once, there were no ghosts whispering in his head—no Mad Crow, no Triad, no noise but joy.

He flipped upright again, kicking off the bottom like an otter, zipping around playfully between the others. A few of the kids squealed as he swam by.

“Whoa, look at him go!”

“Uncle Karmor’s a fish!!”

“Otter!” he corrected between laughs, dunking under and popping back up right behind Faith to scare her.

Hipswitch sat at the pool’s edge watching, his metal tail coiled loosely, a tiny smile curving his usually stoic face.

“You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

Karmor paddled over, still grinning. “Best thing I’ve ever spent credits on.”

Hipswitch tilted his head, optics glinting. “You sure? You once bought a hoverboard from Echo that exploded on ignition.”

“Yeah,” Karmor said, “and that was number two.”

He rested his chin on his arms, floating near Hipswitch’s knees. Steam curled around them in lazy spirals. For a long moment, there was no sound but the water and distant laughter.

Then Karmor said quietly, “You know… we deserve this. All of us.”

Hipswitch nodded, eyes softening. “Yeah. We really do.”

Behind them, Albus did another cannonball, soaking both of them instantly.

“ALBUS!” Karmor barked, sputtering.

Albus just raised both fists in victory. “No regrets!”

The kids cheered, following his lead again.

Karmor turned to Hipswitch with a deadpan expression. “Remind me next time to book a private pool.”

“Mm. Nah,” Hipswitch said, leaning down to flick a droplet from Karmor’s nose. “You’d miss the noise.”

Karmor laughed, soft and genuine. “Yeah… probably.”

He floated back into the water, spinning lazily like an otter in a dream, surrounded by family—loud, messy, alive.

And for once, that was all he needed.

—————————————————————————

[At the Glowing Jewel Restaurant]

Dinner was quiet in that heavy, content way that comes after laughter and warmth.

The air still smelled faintly of minerals and sweet fruit syrup from the ice cream Sibren had smuggled to everyone earlier. The group sat around a low lantern-lit table in the outdoor dining space—stone walls glowing from the reflection of the pools nearby.

Most of the kids were already nodding off before dessert even hit the table. Kerano, curled up on a blanket beside Faith, had her little mouth open and was softly snoring, one small hand tangled in Faith’s sleeve.

Faith smiled tiredly, brushing a bit of damp hair from the girl’s forehead. “She’s out cold,” she murmured.

Beside her, Albus sat still, shoulders hunched, a bowl of stew half-finished in front of him. It was more than he’d eaten in days—tiny steps, but real ones. His expression softened when Faith leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You did good,” she whispered, voice almost lost in the night breeze.

He huffed a faint laugh. “I just didn’t burn dinner.”

Faith chuckled quietly, shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant.”

Albus’s eyes flicked down toward Kerano, sleeping peacefully. His jaw tightened for a heartbeat, then eased. “Yeah. I know.”

He pressed a small kiss to Faith’s temple, barely there but warm.

. . .

On the other side of the patio, Devlin had retreated to one of the glowing garden benches, half in shadow, phone pressed to his ear.

He was speaking low, the tone soft and warm in a way few ever got to hear.

“Yeah… we got here fine,” he murmured, smile tugging at his mouth. “No, I didn’t blow anything up. …Albus dragged me out of the garage again. Mmhm. Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you when we head back. I—”

He hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at the group, then dropped his voice to a hush. “I miss you too.”

From across the way, Albus—who had the subtlety of a freight train—called out, “Tell your girl I said hi!”

Devlin turned, narrowing his eyes. “You—! You eavesdropping dick!”

Albus grinned, too pleased with himself. “Can’t help it if you’re whispering all cute in public!”

“Go soak your head in a sandstorm,” Devlin muttered, cheeks pink as he hung up.

Faith giggled into her hand, and even Karmor, who had been half-asleep, cracked one eye open to smirk. “Romance in the family runs deep.”

“Shut up,” Devlin groaned, rubbing his face—but he was smiling.

.. .. ..

Mahatma and Attila had clearly reached their limit hours ago. Mahatma sat slumped in a chair near the garden lights, their glasses sliding down their nose, Attila’s faint grumbling reduced to quiet background static in their shared mind.

Sibren walked up, shaking his head with a fond grin. “You two look like somebody unplugged your batteries.”

“Resting,” Mahatma mumbled, eyes barely open.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sibren said softly, sliding one arm under them. “C’mon, doc. Time to hit the beds before you fossilize.”

He lifted them easily, Attila mumbling faint protests in Mahatma’s voice: I can walk.

Sibren chuckled. “Sure you can, Attila. After eight hours of sleep.”

And with that, he carried them both off into the quiet inn hallways, humming something under his breath.

… … …

Later, when most of the lights had dimmed, the world went quiet—just the chirp of insects and the soft hiss of the hot springs. Steam drifted lazily into the cool night air, glowing under the moonlight.

Hipswitch sat on one of the benches near the springs, watching the mist swirl like clouds. His optics flickered as Karmor emerged from the sauna, face flushed, hair damp, towel half-sliding off his shoulders.

“…You look like you lost a fight with a kettle,” Hipswitch said.

Karmor waved a hand weakly. “I was fine.”

“Until you stayed in there for forty minutes?”

“…Time’s a circle.”

Hipswitch snorted, shaking his head as Karmor stumbled closer. “You’re going to melt.”

“Then you can rebuild me,” Karmor muttered, plopping down beside him—and immediately letting his head drop into Hipswitch’s lap.

Steam curled gently around them, lantern light reflecting off Hipswitch’s metal fingers as he brushed damp strands of hair from Karmor’s face.

“You’re an idiot,” he said softly.

Karmor, eyes half-lidded, grinned. “Your idiot.”

Hipswitch went still for half a second, the faintest flicker in his optics before he murmured, “Yeah… guess so.”

Karmor hummed, eyes closing completely. “Worth it, though. Seeing everyone laugh again. Eat. Sleep.”

Hipswitch nodded, his voice quiet. “They needed this. So did you.”

Karmor’s breathing slowed, body warm and heavy with exhaustion. “Mm. Don’t let me drown if I roll off the bench.”

“I’ll save you,” Hipswitch said dryly. “Again.”

“…Good,” Karmor mumbled, already half-asleep.

The night stretched still and kind around them. Faith and Albus sat nearby with the kids curled under blankets, Devlin snoring softly from his chair, Sibren’s laughter faint in the distance as he came back from tucking everyone in.

For once, there was no alarm. No fear. No fight to survive.

Just family.

Just peace.

Just the sound of water and the stars overhead…

Epilogue: “Bad Adults”

Morning sunlight spilled over the pools, scattering golden ripples across the stone. The air was crisp, birds chirping, steam rising in lazy curls.

Faith stood at the edge of the main pool, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in the way that could make even the toughest bounty hunters flinch.

Across from her stood the culprits:

Karmor and Albus. Both dripping wet, both sheepish, both clearly trying not to laugh.

“So,” Faith began slowly, voice dangerously calm. “Which one of you told the children it was okay to cannonball into the spa again?”

Karmor immediately pointed at Albus. “Him.”

“Traitor,” Albus muttered.

Faith sighed, rubbing her temples. “You’re supposed to be examples. Not—” she gestured vaguely at the soaking pair “—chaotic sea creatures!”

“We were just… uh…” Karmor scratched the back of his neck, water still dripping down his hair. “Testing the depth. For safety.”

“Safety,” Faith repeated flatly.

Albus coughed. “Yeah. We’re professionals.”

One of the kids giggled from the sidelines. “Uncle Karmor did a backflip!”

Faith turned her glare back to him.

Karmor froze. “…In my defense, it was a good backflip.”

“Bad. Adults.” Faith declared, pointing toward the exit. “Out. Towels. Now. And you’re both on cleanup duty tonight.”

As they trudged out of the pool in defeat, Hipswitch called from his seat near the edge, absolutely grinning. “Nice form, though.”

Karmor shot him a look. “Not helping.”

Hipswitch tilted his head. “Wasn’t trying to.”

Albus snorted, still dripping, and muttered, “Totally worth it.”

Faith heard that. “What was that?!”

“NOTHING!” the two said in perfect sync, slipping and scrambling off like scolded teenagers while the kids burst out laughing.

And just like that—

the laughter returned, light and easy under the Springrock sun.

The bad adults lived to misbehave another day.

[jinx-you-lose]

Idk i just wanted to draw Crow

Im just throwing around random outfits while I work on other stuff

[zeke-fanfucs]

Why he build like twink? Failed theater boy. No kanye. Rage bait

[cup-the-clown]

Yez, more Twink Crow with his zesty ass pose🤤🤤🤤

[zeke-fanfucs]

… who knows.. I think there’s more Yandere Mad crow fics coming.. especially on Halloween.

Also KARMOR YANDERE X READER!

[batman-lucy]

yknow what i wanna be cool and make a tag game

so if you wanna:

do this picrew

and then answer the questions:

What is your favourite colour?

What is your favourite holiday?

If you were any animal what would you be?

So for me:

What is your favourite colour? Green

What is your favourite holiday? Christmas maybe?

If you were any animal what would you be? Crow or bear probably

tags:

@sotiredimbored @mildlybizarrecorvid @chickencentaur @bucketsandraincoats @rorys-bullshit-dot-com @choucon @someones-here-fore-sure @arandombiped @forestgromlin @emilem-forevermore @demigod-jack-hearth @37x3 @your-dazzling-sun

+ open tags

(btw lmk if you wanna be removed or anything i tried to think of poeple who tag me in stuff normally lol)

[37x3]

fav color: forest green. maybe a little lighter tho? idk

fav holiday: CHRISTMAS OMG I LOVE SNOWBOARDING IT IS SO. FUN.

if i were an animal i might be a. um. owl i think? maybe a gazelle gazelles are cool

@touch-starved-lurker @red-lights-of-doooooom @silly-gizmo @kair0s-in-space @thecrazyalchemist @life--is-not-daijoubu @just-another-hippie @unstableunicornsofasgard

+ anyone who wants

[red-lights-of-doooooom]

This isn't 100% what I look like, but it's pretty close as of late.

(You know, minus the horns. Obviously.)

Favourite Colour: Red (like, crimson red or scarlet, idk)

Favourite holiday: Halloween (sorry Christmas lovers, I've been immune to Christmas since my birthday's in December. Which kind of ruins it for me) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If I were an animal: I don't know. I'd probably something cool, like a wolf. Or maybe a Komodo Dragon, if that's allowed. (It's probably not allowed).

@bloodiedpunk @therealgothsub @soggycereal @goodboythoughts @lilnerdyswitch @lovetobedenied @tinychubbysubbygamer @wvvvrecked @divine_knight_hand @honestlydarkprincess @kirensly @red-light-jellyfish @daughter-of-lilith222 @ann-cakes @dahlia597 @clairebearbitch @thatonedeadboy

Oh, and anyone else can join in if they want to! :) I won't mind one bit. Go ahead.

[daughtxr-of-lilith]

Thanks for the tag! 🖤

Favourite colours: Black and red

Favourite holiday: Christmas~ (Love Halloween but we don't really have a Halloween tradition in my country)

If I were an animal I'd be a wolf or a cat... there's no in between 💀

@lime-kiwii @spookyfemboy @shaggystoned @academic-vampire @local-stray-catboy-in-heat @bleachedpurple @stonedlilac @1cky-boi @illalwaysbealoserforlove @and-yet-it-remains @luvsubbymen @knifeprincesss @goddess-of-chaos777 @prince-of-goths @lesbianhighgrace @virtualsunflower @lord-0f-misrule @imnotadevilipromisee @roguecorvidlover @unseen-wraith @yuthboi @sl3epyvamp

and anyone who wants to join<3

[lesbianhighgrace-deactivated202]

Thanks for tagging me! @daughter-of-lilith222

What is your favourite colour? Olive green

What is your favourite holiday? Day of the Dead (Mexican holiday)

If you were any animal what would you be? A cat

Tags: @billys-curiousaf @aclusterfirefuck @shelbzzzthestallion @starryeyesmasc @bedchemsupernova @cllaudi @femmeinstemme

[billywants-a-break]

Thank you 🩷 @lesbianhighgrace for the tag

What is your favorite color? mint or sage green

What is your favorite holiday? no idea... possibly halloween, but it's not a holiday where I'm from

If you were any animal what would you be? bird, cause wings

I tag: @evesmascara @greychan @pupgrltc @malinastharlock @arowolfboy @thegreenpea @weedle-testaburger @boba-t-butch @qu33rr1t4bl3 @that-f3ral-3nby

[weedle-testaburger]

Thanks for tagging me!

Favourite colour: changes all the time lol, ig today I'm feeling black?

Favourite holiday: I'm one of those sick, twisted people who actually likes Christmas lol

If you were any animal what would you be? Being a capybara would be fun, or maybe one of those fish that changes sex

I tag @minervas-sandwich @mitunanitram @moonage-gaydream @tatsumi-rin @lagomorphlady and anyone else who wants to do this! c:

[lagomorphlady]

Thank you for the tag, prev! I’ve had this sitting in my drafts fora long time, so I sincerely apologize for being late QvQ

Favorite color: Pink, duh!

Favorite holiday: Valentine’s and Halloween

If you were any animal what would you be?: A bunny (I think my username is pretty telling XD)

I tag: @tranquil-slaughterhouse @drama-glob @tawnyowl38 @firecrackerhh @nothing-particularly-exciting @dynamic-lover and anyone else who wants to join!

[spira---mirabilis]

Jumping in because this looks fun!

Favorite color: Crimson

Favorite holiday: Halloween!

If you were any animal what would you be?: Probably a crow

@fangirling-heart @oh-cramity-its-amity @sapphosdickandballs @illiteratesblog @foxonrollerskates @pulim-v @heraldofcrow @fantomette22 @lesbianpoetess @truthdawn @nostalgic-bee @jinxie-117 + anyone else who sees this!

[fangirling-heart]

Morning! Thanks for tagging me! :) 🌞

Favorite color: Tie between lavender and light blue

Favorite holiday: Christmas!!!

If you were an animal what would you be: Maybe a cat.

Tagging (as usual no pressure): @witch128chick, @helphowdoiusethis, @aceonice, @findmeinthefallair,

@whatam1doinginthiswasteland, @charaunderwood, @justarandomart

And whoever would like to join! :)

[findmeinthefallair]

Thanks for the tag, @fangirling-heart!

Favorite color: Deep red

Favorite holiday: Halloween

If you were an animal what would you be: Black-coloured fox

No-pressure tags: @coffee-n-sleep, @existencebringsonlypain, @childlikegoblinqueen, @evevoli, @secretly-of-course, @slightecho, @violet-prism-creatively and anybody who's interested

[coffee-n-sleep]

Favorite color: Navy Blue

Favorite holiday: Halloween

If you were an animal what would you be: A pygmy falcon

No pressure tags: @a-concert-just-for-me @bloodied-dagger @rainbowangel110 @justarandomart @acetypeface @willowsz-plantsz and anyone else who wishes to join!

[acetypeface-deactivated20260704]

Thanks for the tag!

Favorite color: Blue or black

Favorite holiday: Yule

If I was an animal...: A cat!

No pressure tags for @lunar-jewels @thevillagequeer @somecrazypants @biteorflight @madelynevere and anyone else who would like to join! (As always, for new moots I've tagged, lemme know if you'd rather I not!)

[somecrazypants]

Favorite Color: blue! purples a close second tho

Favorite Holiday: Samhain/Halloween

If I was an animal: cat. cat cat cat.

tagging @ilov3b00kss0much @d0nut-gh0st @oh-cramity-its-amity @lonesomenecromancer @kate66s and anyone else!

[d0nut-gh0st]

Fave Color: Any shade of blue, but specifically the color of the sky on a rainy day

Holiday: Halloween!!!

Aminal: kibby. Or snow leopard, which is jus big kibby but they nom their tails. :3

Tags: @wijher @c4binet-m4n @aroninshonour @food-u @ec1ipticshadow @riagraie + anyone else who wants to

[c4binet-m4n]

favorite color(s): red & black

holiday: christmas

animal: "I think I'd be a wolf.... I think so too. I'd be a wolf-lion hybrid mix. King of the junjl-the junjle, but still social, and with it, and ferocious." okay but jerma reference aside i'd probably be a dog even though cats r my favorite animal

are these cringe? should i even worry about them being cringe? idk man sometimes u just wanna talk about yourself.

@author-of-the-year @mobetta_bes @theblabarmy @genderfluidsnail @baconepidemic ... and i think those r all of my friends who have tumblr so anyone else also ig

[theblabarmy]

thanks for the tag!!

fav color: pink!!

fav holiday: christmas :D

animal: lizard. i too am a little guy who scurries around in the desert

@loveless-lovesickness @marblesmind @mooniladragon @glitterypopcorn @writersblockhellsworld and anyone else who wants to join !!

[mooniladragon]

wowee thanks for the tag!!

fav color: purple

fav holiday: halloween

animal: iunno probably a wolf

tags: @glitterypopcorn @consistentscreaming @dana-of-girl @baconepidemic @chiotri-loves-davekat @ abyone else too

[baconepidemic]

favorite color: pink or purple

favorite holiday: halloween

animal i'd like to be: rat

tags: @worldssmelliestgirl @i-know-too-many-greek-myths @headless-b00gie and uhhhh idfk

[worldssmelliestgirl-deactivated]

Fav color: Green, blue, pink! 💚🩵🩷

Fav holiday: Valentine’s Day!! 💌

Animal I would be: Perhaps an Armadillo or a Hyena or a Hammer head shark

Tags: @intothepinkopaque @familyguysexy @senota-skulls @mushroomerchant @mothling-man @skyballz @ginaangelbeloved

[mothling-man]

Favorite color: Red or orange

Favorite holiday: Definitely Halloween (I work as a scare actor!)

Animal I'd want to be: A seal or perhaps a serval, they're both silly little guys

Tags: @meganeguma @blackh0urglasssand @unsurearcana @that-one-trans-person

[unsurearcana]

Yayyy this was fun, thanks for the tag @mothling-man!!!

Favorite color: yellow!

Favorite holiday: Christmas or kind of 4th of July (not patriotic but I love my families traditions)

Animal I would want to be: A bird or a weasel

Tags: @mushroomerchant idk who else I don’t follow a lot of people on tumblr yet 😭

[mushroomerchant]

Thaaaaaannnnnk you @unsurearcana I haven’t used Picrew in a hot minute

Favorite color: Black and sage green or black and red

Favorite Holiday: Christmas, I love having the time off to spend with my friends :)

Animal I would want to be: A dog, I’ve been compared to a dachshund (anything with floppy ears thanks to my braids, not pictured here) but I see myself as more of a Red Tri Australian Sheperd

Tags: @escapisttt, @chimckenns, @soap-is-an-artist , @vind3miat0r , @meganeguma

[escapisttt-deactivated20260429]

PICREWS MY FAVE😍😍

favorite color: purple or green. i’m the joker

favorite holiday: christmas. i get gifts and the best food and hanging out with the people i like, what more could i ask for

animal i wanna be: cat.

tags: @damnbtway @samfucker @p3achperfum3 @dj-subwoofer @rdselkie @idchewonyou @orch1daceae-angel @j00niejune @nakedacorn

[selkieself]

I LOVE PICREWS YAYYAYAY

Fav color: Blue 🌊🌊🌊🌊the waterrrrr

Fav holiday! Halloween!! 🎃🎃

Animal I'd wanna be: A seal would be an obvious and true answer but ALSO a cat :3c

@starlit-insomnia @mythallia @monowritestoomuch @playingplayer2 @dollyshalo sorry if ya'll were tagged already!

[monowritestoomuch]

Thanks for tagging me!

Favorite color: Yellow 💛🌻

Favorite holiday: Halloween

Animal I would want to be: A cat!

@emobirthdaycake @ruubric @darlin-collins @rozeliyawashereyall @sombra7567

[khaoscitykitty]

KITTY PLAYS TAG AGAIN LET'S GO

Mmkay so:

Color: black, bright blue, or lavender

Holiday: Thanksgiving or Christmas because food.

Animal: BLACK CAT DUHHHHHHHH

And the people to be bapped: @mayhem-just-cant @adubiouspyromaniac @redeyereed @echovale052 @zeke-fanfucs @umbratheshadowfamiliar love you guyssssssssssss

[zeke-fanfucs]

AAA— OH HII NYX!!

This is mine

Colors: GREEN! BLUE! OR YELLOW!

Holiday: never been a holiday type of person but HALLOWEEN!!!! 👻

Animal I wish to be: FOX 🦊 or JELLYFISH 🪼

Now for my moots!

@catwithblanket @callmecupio @riooooooooo @reyousen @revbossart @rozeliyawashereyall @k-itesg @itsnotalliyh @itzscribz @soup-sloth @spiderjumper @creatortools and everyone who wants to join!

[jinx-you-lose]

Idk i just wanted to draw Crow

Im just throwing around random outfits while I work on other stuff

[zeke-fanfucs]

Why he build like twink? Failed theater boy. No kanye. Rage bait

[zeke-fanfucs]

.. . .. … zzz— huh.. ?! OH SHIT..

-Blinks-

Soo.. erm.. hello, it’s been a while.. it’s me! I’m back! Emotional fucked.. almost 18! Uh.. I have writings saved up! And no.. I don’t have a problem.. YOU have the problem!

🌵 SPRINGROCK FANFIC TITLE LIST (20 TOTAL)

(IM FINE! IM NOT CRAZY! IM SANE! SANE I SAY!)

1. “The Sound of You” — Hipswitch & Karmor’s future life: married, peaceful… and Karmor finally has his voice back.

2. “The Sun Rises Softly” — Albus & Faith expecting a child; Kerano’s pure excitement makes even Albus melt.

3. “Crow’s Song” — Karmor’s nightmares blur the line between dream and memory; Hipswitch tries to pull him back.

4. “Fur, Fangs, and Felonies” — Sakura & Rosella’s criminally adorable chaos; a heist, a howl, and a kiss.

5. “Hoverboard Heist” — Echo ropes Colt into stealing top-tier tech for a “small project” (read: explosive).

6. “No Entry Without Faith” — Devlin’s workday derailed by orphans storming the workshop. Faith’s wrath is imminent.

7. “Tea Before You Faint” — Sibren catches Mahatma/Attila skipping meals and decides to force-feed them love (and soup).

8. “Circuits & Street Fights” — Jessie, Ann, and Marie vs. a gang that underestimated their family; Colt and Ezekai clean up the mess.

9. “The Crow Comes Knocking” — Reader meets Mad Crow for the first time; danger never looked this seductive.

10. “Dead Eyes, Soft Hands” — Mad Crow saves Reader… but at what emotional cost?

11. “Feathers in the Dark” — Mad Crow’s obsession grows—Reader realizes they might not want to escape.

12. “Ash and Affection” — Reader tends to an injured Mad Crow; the silence between them speaks louder than words.

13. “The Murder’s Mate” — Reader accidentally earns Mad Crow’s loyalty (and possession).

14. “Scare Tactics” — Karmor decides to “haunt” the house just to mess with Hipswitch, Albus, and Mahatma.

15. “Gears of Devotion” — Jessie, Ann, and Marie reflect on what family really means while fixing each other up.

16. “Snakebite Serenade” — Angelo “Sandsong” performs a new song for someone special… and maybe lets them close enough to touch.

17. “Violet Ashes” — Astria faces an old Triad ghost—both literal and emotional—while tending a wounded bounty hunter.

18. “Ticker Trouble” — Kipp runs into danger trying to prove themself; Wildfire and Devlin drop everything to find him.

19. “Byte-Sized Love” — Wyvern and Blanche accidentally upload a virus that acts like a matchmaking AI—chaos (and flirting) ensues.

20. “Snake in the Starlight” — Angelo and Echo cross paths—Echo wants a sample of his scales for an invention; Lolo’s not amused.

🪲 GATOR BOYS FANFICS (8 of them) (again. I’m fine.. YOURE THE ONES WITH PROBLEMS!)

1. “Warm Hands, Softer Hearts” – Bodie and Lennon navigating love in quiet, domestic moments.

2. “Treasure Hunters (Tiny Edition)” – Lennon helps Timmy find the shiniest rocks this side of the valley.

3. “Brotherly Menace” – Marco: part mentor, part menace, all big brother energy.

4. “Starlight and Soap Bubbles” – Timmy shares a gentle, mother-son day with Lora.

 5. “Noogies and Nostalgia” – Roldán finally gets to be the annoying big brother Bodie never escaped from.

6. “The Kitchen’s on Fire (Again)” – Chaos reigns when the “chefs” try to cook dinner together.

7. “Firebug” – Lennon’s fascination with flame runs deeper than anyone realized.

8. “At the Table Together” – One dinner, six lives, a family built from ashes and laughter.

YALL BE READY! (Cause I don’t know when I’m going to post..) I HAVE WARN YALL!’

Also, thank you for let me use your characters again.. I.. have a normal amount of obsession with them. :)

[girlwiththeemostcake-deactivate]

how does pinterest see you? search up:

~fashion

~pantone

~mood

~food

and put the first picture that shows up

mine:

tag ur moots!!!!

@batschistcrazy @julia-bonkers @girlbossblog444 @greengirllover @turnerside @ohmanareyoucereal69 +anyone who wants to join<333

[lovegumi]

how does pinterest see you?

fashion pantone mood food

hey look pinterest knows me so well

tnp: @reminiscentreader @nqds @his-littlefox @reyreadersblog @sophiesonlinediary @urbanflorals @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @aaron-warner @viivdle @over-the-oceancall

[your-mommy-ems]

fashion pantone mood food

lol i love the green and pasta

npt: @nqds, @nuncscioquidsitamor-13, @reminiscentreader, @sophiesonlinediary, @over-the-oceancall,

@percabeths-blue-cookies, @skeelly, @gergthecat, @moondust-on-the-hijabi + anyone else

[xoxo-g0ssipgir1]

Fashion

Pantone

Mood

Food

Why is this actually me? I wore that exact outfit Thursday😭

Tags: @missedyour21st @the0nlyallison @skeelly @art-of-fools @nqds @over-the-oceancall and anyone else!

[the0nlyallison]

Fashion

Pantone

Mood

Food

Actually this isn't that bad

Tagging @mqstermindswift @kimu-dem @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep and anyone else

[kimu-dem]

Fashion.

Pantone.

Mood.

Food.

The last one is not quite right.

My dearest of friends.

@gergthecat @annotated-catastrophe @life-is-okay-rn2 @gloriousvermin @myorgansaremelting @that-one-aroace-thing @thatrando13 @cyberr-v0id @cannibalistic-cucumber @anotherhumanperson @lilliesandlight @ashtray-shayy @skeelly @radio-silence-fan @justalunaticfangirl @babyqueenfangirl @alley-brigade-productions @invisible-light-111 @heavens--thief @velvetpaku @homocidalpotat @be-gentle-with-littluns-2 .

[ashtray-shayy]

omgmgogm yayay thanks for the tag @kimu-dem

wow pinterest how do you know me so well? hahaha i spend an unhealthy amount of time on pinterest... and it shows i <3 pinterest :P

tagging: @witheringhouls @holdmyteaplease @hansenesque @skeelly @leaskisses444 @moonlightt444 @prettygirlmkegrqves @etherealstardustt @is-this--all-there-is @art-student-rants @spir4nts-lun4r @sleepinginmygrave @daydream-of-a-wallflower @geothemysterious @nellysview <33

[witheringhouls]

Thank you for the tag @ashtray-shayy -!!

I feel this sums me up pretty well

Open tag :D @oatyy-yy , @bloodmoon24 , @letterstomichelangelo , @its-a-pain-having-a-name , @usweirdossticktogetheryam , @talesfromtheunknowable , @c00kietin

[its-a-pain-having-a-name]

Err thank you for tagging us honestly these things make us nervous because we don’t know who or what to tag

But we did it

Don’t know if this is our vibe persay but eh

Umm random tags go brrrr

@sprite-up @countably-infinite-rats @multiple-eyes36 @multifandom-catastrophe @trosebud

[automated-dependent-aidey]

I have used pinterest exclusively for looking at one (1) pair of fictional lesbians so these may be a tad skewed

tag time: @countably-infinite-rats and @pretendthisiscreative1

(i dont know if tou actually have pinterest but why not yknow)

[pretendthisiscreative1]

This is such a vibe! Also Sprite, same mood and Pantone!

Tagging @rabbitsinwonderland @i-burn-like-an-ember @watchingthecredits

[i-burn-like-an-ember]

This is actually so cute

Thanks for the tag

Tagging @greylight32 @livingponcho @b1gwings no pressure ofc

[livingponcho]

Thank you for the tag!! I hope you have a great day/night

Personally don’t think it fits that much but this was still fun :)

Tags: @i-3at-s0ap @roboobin @jollystrawberrystrawberry @honk-x2 @maxwellamus

[honk-x2]

Thanks for the tag!!! Have a great timezone!

Tags: @rozeliyawashereyall @willowve01 @asmrbrainrot @venuslove-28

[roziepoziesstuff]

Thank you for the tag <3!!

Tagging!

@piffany666 @g0dwat3r @phoenixdaneko @astralbulldragon13 @littlesiren79 @willowve01

[astralbulldragon13]

@aspenm00n @zeke-fanfucs @sombra7567 @lunnats @lunaritychuwolf

[zeke-fanfucs]

YOOOOOO! Thanks for the invite!!

Here’s my chosen MOOTS

@soup-sloth @sombra7567 @spiderjumper @catwithblanket @callmecupio @creatortools @umbratheshadowfamiliar @kitsprivatelair @riooooooooo @reyousen @itsnotalliyh @w0rmdealer and anyone else!

I’m the blue twink villian. HELL YEAHHHHH

[cup-the-clown]

*Holds up mad Crow*

Nope, I’m revoking your wedding

*YEETS MAD CROW TO THE SUN*

MY CROW-!

HOW COULD YOU?????

[zeke-fanfucs]

You bite me. I’ll won’t write mad crow being clingy. Or the three fics I been writing during my break.

[zeke-fanfucs]

@sombra7567 and all the other Mahatma simps.

Title: “A Kiss or a Few”

(Because one is never enough when he looks at you like that.)

______________________________________________

The clinic was too quiet.

The kind of quiet that makes the air hum — no groaning bounty hunters, no explosions outside, not even Attila muttering sarcastic things in Mahatma’s head. Just the faint tick of a clock and the soft rustle of paper as he flipped through a chart.

You sat on the examination table, kicking your legs idly, pretending you weren’t watching him. You were watching him. Obviously. How could you not?

His white coat was slightly wrinkled, his dark hair a little messy — strands falling into his face as he squinted at the clipboard. The lamplight made the edges of his glasses glint gold. He was mumbling softly to himself, words spilling half to you, half to the symbiote resting in his veins.

“Your blood pressure’s fine. Temperature normal. Attila says your heart rate is—”

He paused. Blinked. Looked up.

“Elevated.”

You swore you saw the faintest smirk tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Y’know, maybe it’s elevated because someone’s staring at me like I’m the dessert menu,” you teased, trying (and failing) to sound calm.

Mahatma let out a soft chuckle — quiet, but warm, the kind that curled behind your ribs and stayed there. He set the clipboard aside and stepped closer, his tone dipping into that gentle, teasing register that always turned your knees to pudding.

“Oh? Is that what I’m being compared to now?” he murmured. “I suppose I can’t complain.”

“Depends on the dessert,” you shot back, grinning.

Attila’s voice, faint and smug, echoed from somewhere deep in Mahatma’s mind — you could practically feel the symbiote’s amusement.

“Just kiss them already, doctor.”

Mahatma sighed through his nose, like he’d been caught. His hand brushed your cheek, thumb tracing a slow line up to your jaw, and his voice softened to a whisper.

“I’m trying to maintain professionalism.”

“Failing spectacularly.”

He laughed again, low and breathy. “You’re right.”

And then—

he leaned in.

His lips brushed yours once, feather-light. The kind of kiss that feels more like a question than an answer. But you didn’t hesitate — you tugged at his coat and pulled him closer, answering without words.

The clipboard clattered to the floor.

Attila muttered something like, “Finally.”

When you pulled back, both of you were grinning like fools. Mahatma’s face was flushed — not from embarrassment, but from joy. You’d never seen him look so alive.

“One,” he murmured. “That was one kiss.”

You tilted your head. “You counting them now?”

“Well.. I’m a doctor aren’t I,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I like accurate records.”

So you kissed him again.

And again.

And again.

Until even Attila gave up and sighed in mock defeat.

END YOU SIMPS.

[zeke-fanfucs]

@sombra7567 @sombra7567 it’s our ocs. They aren’t kissing yet.. but soon.

Second meeting

Angel Veyra had read the file three times.

Ezekai “Dustveil” Varn. Former bandit leader, smuggler, two-time deserter, occasional bounty hunter, currently a pain in her side.

The reports painted him mean as a sandstorm—fast draw, quick temper, mouth like a dying coyote.

The kind of man who didn’t stop for law or God.

And yet here she was, tracking him not to a den of thieves or a smoky saloon, but to…

A noodle stand.

From the shade of her hat, she watched him through the open-air stall. Ezekai was mid-argument with two kids who looked half feral and wholly his.

Kael, lanky and fifteen, had that bored teenage scowl welded to his face even with the shadow features he had inherited from his dad. Rowena, twelve and all wild curls, had a mouth slicked red from chili sauce.

“I told you not to touch that,” Ezekai growled, snatching the spicy chicken skewer out of her hand. “You remember what happened last time?”

“It was one time,” Rowena whined, sniffling. “Maybe my stomach’s stronger now!”

“You puked on my boots, Ro.”

“They looked like demons!”

“That was you hallucinating from heatstroke and capsaicin poisoning!”

Angel had faced shootouts, demons, and politicians—but this scene might’ve been the strangest standoff she’d ever seen.

She stepped out from behind the stall post, boots clicking against the boards. “Didn’t expect to find you playin’ nursemaid, Dustveil.”

Ezekai froze mid-lecture. Rowena’s eyes went round. Kael quietly tried to hide the other chicken skewer behind his back.

“…Sheriff,” Ezekai said finally, jaw tight. “You followin’ me?”

Angel tipped her hat, face unreadable. “Just investigatin’. Old habits die hard.”

She nodded to the kids. “File says you were a wanted outlaw, gun for hire. Don’t say a thing ‘bout you wranglin’ these two.”

“They’re my kids,” Ezekai said flatly. “File didn’t need to.”

Angel looked him over, then the children. The boy glaring at her like she was the devil herself. The girl hiccuping spice tears, nose running.

“…I see that,” she murmured.

Tater Tots padded up beside her, head low, ember eyes gleaming. Rowena gasped, half hiding behind her dad.

“Papa, the dog’s smokin’.”

Ezekai sighed. “Yeah, that’s Sheriff Veyra’s partner. Don’t stare.”

Angel smirked faintly. “He doesn’t bite unless you lie.”

Kael swallowed. “…What happens if you do?”

The dog’s tail wagged once. The air smelled faintly of sulfur.

Angel crouched, eyes flicking up at Ezekai. “You ain’t what I expected, Dustveil.”

“Neither are you,” he muttered. “Heard you were cold as death and twice as mean.”

“Depends who you ask.”

She stood, hands resting on her belt. “Reports said you were a killer.”

Ezekai’s tone went low. “I still am, when I have to be. But not today.”

Their gazes locked—a quiet, tense understanding between people who had both crossed too many lines for all the right reasons.

Then Rowena hiccuped again. “Pa, I think my tongue’s on fire.”

Ezekai groaned. “I told you not to—”

Angel chuckled, soft and dry, cutting him off. “You got any milk?”

He blinked. “…Milk?”

“For the spice,” she said, already digging into her coat pocket. She tossed him a credit. “Go buy milk, kiddo.”

Ezekai stared at her like she’d just given him a miracle. “You’re full of surprises, Sheriff.”

Angel said. “Keep your kids alive, Dustveil. Next time I see you, make sure it ain’t over a corpse.

Tater Tots huffed a smoky snort as they turned to leave.

Behind them, Rowena gagged over a sip of milk, Kael laughed, and Ezekai muttered something about moving planets.

Angel smiled faintly under her hat.

Maybe, she thought, the reports didn’t always tell the truth.

[justp34chy]

Ever think abt how he is absolutely going to outlive karmor? I have

Unfiltered:

[zeke-fanfucs]

… did I just like six or seven months of content from this guy?

ABSOLUFUCKINGLEY!!!

I LOVE THIS SILLY MAN

Congratulations man, you made me a stalker. I’ll consume your art like it’s from a five star restaurant.

Good lord, Hipswitch, you make him hotter.

Jesus on a tortilla

Your Karmor? Sorry NEETO, but I think I have a new Karmor in my heart.

[obsidian-lantern]

Enjoy <3

[zeke-fanfucs]

Just going to save this.

[riooooooooo]

If morals and money weren't an issue, what experiments would your karmors do?

What like science experiments 🤔🤔

Hmmmm

Ngl my og Karmor I think the only thing he'd want to experiment with is his power. However this did made me think of @zeke-fanfucs thing they wrote about a scientist/experimenter Karmor (can't remember how long ago that was) 🤔🤔 I think the only way my og Karmor would ever do anything involving that is if it was to survive 😵😵 BUTTT outside of money and morals (cuz I went on a small rant MB) he would probably do NOTHING, cuz he's a lazy twat/j

MY SECOND ONEEE 🤔🤔 huh, I actually don't really know. Probably something with birds (without harming any of them) 😁 (No not because fuckass madcrow idk this is just the first thing I thought of😵😵)

[zeke-fanfucs]

Post by @zeke-fanfucs · 1 image

💬 0  🔁 2  ❤️ 11 · Observations of a Crow · Hmm.. what happened if Karmor was a scientist? I mean, he would be extremely intelligent and a no

You mean this?

[zeke-fanfucs]

A little scene with Bodie and Lennon (Bugs)

@sombra7567 and friends, enjoy!

Fireflies in the Dark

The swamp was restless that night, cicadas buzzing and fireflies rising like sparks from the water. Lennon sat at the edge of the porch, elbows on his knees, staring out where the trees swayed. His crossbow was propped against the railing beside him, but his thoughts were heavier than the weapon.

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “What am I even doing here?” he muttered to himself.

The boards creaked behind him. Bodie’s heavy steps were unmistakable, yet softer now, careful not to startle him. “You talkin’ to the bugs again, Sugar Bug?”

Lennon huffed a laugh, but it faded quick. “Somethin’ like that.” He didn’t turn around, eyes locked on the lights drifting over the swamp. “Been thinkin’, Bodie. Maybe I oughta… leave.”

The gator froze in the doorway. “…Leave?”

“I mean—look at me. I’m human. A hunter— well ex hunter.. but you know what I meant.. I put you all in danger just by bein’ here.” His voice cracked at the edges. “Hunters come sniffin’, they see me, they’ll think I’m one of them. And you—Timmy, Marco—you’ll pay for it.”

Bodie eased down beside him, the boards groaning under his weight. He didn’t speak right away, just let the swamp fill the silence. Fireflies blinked between them, lazy little lanterns.

Finally, he rumbled, “You ever notice fireflies don’t care who’s watchin’? Human, gator, croc—don’t matter. They just shine ‘cause it’s what they do.”

Lennon frowned, not following. “That supposed to mean somethin’?”

“Means you don’t gotta be like us to belong here.” Bodie leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees too. “You’re part of this swamp now. You helped us. You stayed. And—” His voice softened, almost shy. “—I’ve grown mighty fond of you, Lennon. Don’t want you wanderin’ off, thinkin’ you ain’t worth the space you take up.”

Lennon blinked, chest tightening. He’d expected scolding. Not this. “Bodie…”

The big gator gave him a crooked smile, eyes warm in the firefly glow. “You’re family. Whether you like it or not. And maybe more’n that, if you’ll let me.”

For once, Lennon didn’t have a sharp retort. He just looked out at the lights, then back at Bodie, and felt something in him unclench.

“…Guess I’ll stay a while longer,” he murmured.

Bodie chuckled, deep and soft, before bumping his shoulder against Lennon’s. “Good. ’Cause I ain’t about to let you slip away that easy.”

The fireflies drifted higher, the swamp humming, and for the first time that night, Lennon felt like maybe he wasn’t out of place at all.