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Boggan Headcanon

When it gets really cold the lower rank boggans sleep in groups to stay warm so you’ll usually find them sprawled all over each other.

Same goes for higher rank boggans but they usually sleep with only the others they’re closest with.

Ex: Mandrake and Dagda would lie on top of each other (like cats) when they’d be sleeping at the same time which didn’t happen often as they’d usually do shifts to allow the other to rest

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Epic (2013) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mandrake (Epic)/Original Character(s), MK/Nod (Epic), Ronin/Queen Tara (Epic) Characters: Mandrake (Epic), Dagda (Epic), Ronin (Epic), Nod (Epic), Marigold Girl (Epic), MK (Epic), Mary Katherine “M.K.” Bomba, Professor Radcliffe Bomba, Original Characters, Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Bufo (Epic), Queen Tara (Epic) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, Fluff, Angst, shit ton of angst, Size difference???, Giant/Tiny???, look mandrakes small af and his wife is huge, boggans, Shapeshifting, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Depression, References to Depression, soft, Implied Relationships, Murder, main character eats people but its not graphic, crazy ass worldbuilding, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Tags May Change, Canon/OC - Freeform, Post-Canon, Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, But only a little Summary:

Mandrake had a wife, then he lost her. She was the surrogate mother to his son, the ruler of the boggans alongside him, and then she left one day and never came back.

Someone new just moved in next door to the Bomba’s and she is shockingly familiar, but MK just can’t quite place it.

And Rogon just wants to live her damn life in peace.

Can you maybe write a bunch of random headcannons or a x reader for Mandrake? Sorry I'm weird lol.

Indeed I can, anon!! And dont worry, you’re not weird

Hell yes, mandrake stuff!!!!

Mandrake General and Romantic Headcanons

General:

While it may seem like Mandrake has a short temper, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. He wouldn’t have gotten as far as he has being Lord of Wrathwood if he was quick to anger.

He does, however, find a lot of things annoying, and his solution to that is usually to get rid of the annoying thing (said thing usually being troops of leafmen, toads looking to make a quick buck, rowdy boggans, etc.,)

He is opportunistic by nature. If Mandrake sees a chance, for anything, he will take it. This is why he was suddenly more aggressive on the offensive when Queen Tara was to pick an heir to the throne. He saw a chance to completely throw off the scales in his favor and he took it.

If it wasn’t already clear, this man is a family man. He fucking LOVES his family, they don’t just mean the world to him, they ARE the entire world to him.

If Dagda said he didn’t want to keep fighting anymore, Mandrake would begrudgingly come up with a truce with the Leafmen, he cares that much.

Whether he wants to or not is another story, he quite enjoys being a menace and having others fear him.

Mandrake goes through shifts with his son, Dagda, when it comes to commanding the troops. That way they both are able to get proper rest, but it also means that they don’t spend as much time together as they could.

When there is a lull in Mandrake’s offensive nature, him and Dagda will go on patrols or hunting together to catch up. He always tries to make time for his son when need be.

However when he does have free time, Mandrake can be found riding with his grackle, Nightshade, either hunting or exploring certain areas he had never been before, or back at Wrathwood reading stolen scrolls or working on new weapons.

He is curious by nature. If he finds something that catches his interest, he wants to know every little thing about it. He’s particularly interested in human music, instruments and records are fascinating to him, especially if music is on a CD or something like a phone or radio.

He has broken in to Nim’s tree multiple times. He doesn’t just read out of necessity but out of actual interest. He probably has taught himself and his son how to read English so that they can break into Professor Bomba’s house and read some of his books. And just in general harass him, they find it funny to steal his things and watch him fume over himself trying to figure out where they went.

Unlike the leafmen, they made it a point to mess with the human as much as possible. It became a game to see who could steal the most stuff without him noticing. Dagda currently has a streak.

While he doesn’t as much anymore, Mandrake loves to just in general mess with others. It is his form of entertainment.

Mandrake and Ronin have a serious score to settle between the two yet no one really knows why. Ronin won’t talk about it, especially after Tara’s death, and Mandrake will only allude to it in passing. The only people who know why is Ronin’s second in command, Finn, Nim Galuu, the late Queen Tara, and one of Mandrake’s closest confidantes, a boggan named Weevil.

Mandrake is a lot stronger than others give him credit for. That scene where he brought down a huge oak tree single handedly from meters away? Yeah, that’s not just a one-off feat of strength. That’s barely a taste.

For all his cruelties and reputation as a feared warlord, this man has a soft side and the common person will see it when he is around kids.

He loves children. He can’t resist being soft for a child and is really gentle with infants. If he could, he’d have a whole litter of them, he loved being a father and adores just being around kids.

He makes it a point to never harm a child directly, and he makes sure that the rest of his army knows the consequences if they do so.

Romantic:

I mentioned that Mandrake is very family orientated. This also applies to his partner. If you aren’t just a fling and you and him are together, this man is the definition of devoted husband.

When I say devoted, I mean D E V O T E D. Just say the word and he will be leveling the entire forest for you. Please say the word. Just give him the excuse to do it. Don’t ever joke about it because he will take any chance he can to burn the forest to the ground with glee.

In a relationship with him, there is noone above the other. The two of you are equals, both in public, in private, and in power among the hoard. Your word means just as much if not more than Mandrake’s, only because Mandrake has a pension for punishing those who disobey his partner. The boggans hope you’re the more agreeable of the two, because if you say “No you cannot kill another boggan just because they forgot to go on patrol like I told them to,” then everyone can breathe a sigh of relief.

That being said, your relationship is built on trust and honesty, so there is a LOT of leeway for teasing. So much of it. If it wasn’t for your relationship, it would seem mean, but he never means any of it and neither do you.

If anything either of you do or say crosses a line, there is no shame in telling the other so, boundaries and limits are always respected, and “no” will usually never need to be repeated.

The only exception will come to affairs with the leafmen. You will have to be very firm if you ever disagree with him in those matters. It might irritate him, but he isn’t mad for long. Even if you do argue. He firmly believes in not going to bed angry and he will be open to talking to you about whatever the issue at hand is.

He loves to make you flustered. Especially if he has to work hard for it, it makes the sight of you blushing even more satisfying.

Challenge him. Physically, intellectually, emotionally, playfully, he does not like anything easy and he doesn’t find complete submission interesting. It actually makes him uncomfortable. If there is a set power dynamic between you two, be a brat. It’s more fun for the both of you.

There is one hard line that Mandrake doesn’t break: You have to get along with his son. If you and Dagda don’t get along, sorry, he’s not interested.

Though, it’s very hard not to get along with Dagda, he’s generally fun to be around and you’d most likely be best friends with him if you hadn’t gotten with Mandrake when Dagda was a child.

Expect a lot of roughhousing. Whether it’s you and Mandrake, Mandrake and Dagda, whatever, this man is like a cat and will pounce on you without warning for an impromptu wrestling sesh. Sometimes its playful, other times it’s like trying to run away from a dog who is set on trying to tackle you.

While Mandrake is busy, very busy, usually, when he has down time he is always with you. He hates being away from you for long and gets extremely clingy. Depending on how much time away you spend from him, he might not let you out of his sight and will follow you around.

He will make excuses, though. Saying he has nothing better to do or that he has free-time. That’s a lie, he is purposefully skirting his usual responsibilities just so he can refill his “you time” meter.

He lives off of domestic moments, but he can pull out the romantic in him. Solo flights with you at night, finding a clearing and just lying down in the grass to watch the stars, bringing you trinkets and gifts that he had found on patrol, wait the gifts—THE GIFTS!

He is ALWAYS trying to bring you stuff. It could be stomper jewelry he found, something he stole from the Jinn, weapons, furs, fresh kills, cool bones or rocks, he is like a crow and he wants to show you all the near little things he found. Hang them up on the walls or shelves of your chambers or wear them and he will puff up in pride.

If you show in an interest in something, he is going out of his way to try and find every little thing that fits that interest. He can have a one track mind so you might have to keep him on a leash and tell him he cant just break into a stomper’s house and steal their stuff.

There are no secrets between you two. If there were, they aren’t kept for long. Mandrake doesn’t like gossip, but he makes an exception for you. The two of you will gossip like teenage girls but then never say a word to anyone else.

If you couldn’t fight before, that’s fixed within the week. Sparring is his version of a date night so you pick up very quickly how to at the very least fend off your partner. And if you can hold your own against Mandrake, you don’t really need to worry about anyone else.

But lord forbid if anyone hurts you. There isn’t anything, leafmen and nature be damned, that will get in his way once he finds out who dared to lay a hand on you in malice. He will make an example of them, and it will give him a lot of pride if you are happy to watch.

By himself, Mandrake is the most feared being in the forests of Moonhaven. By yourself, you might as well have the power to take over not only Moonhaven but the rest of the surrounding forests if you so pleased. But by each other’s side?

Ronin needs to be careful. Upsetting you just gives Mandrake the “go ahead” to raise living hell upon the forest.

You occasionally will turn around and see Mandrake gazing at you with the softest and warmest look in his eyes. You mean everything to him, you are his family, his world, and he would do anything for you if you allowed it.

Call him a sap, he won’t deny it.

Dating Hcs For Mandrake From Epic

Summary: Dating/Romantic Hes For Mandrake From Epic

Characters: Mandrake, Dagda

Warnings: NSFW

Genre: Fluff, Romance, NSFW

Reader: Fem! Queen! Reader

Tags: None

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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Let's just start off by saying, you guys obviously met because of his boggans

They obviously caught you by yourself, prancing around in your beautiful garden and one of your best dress

After they took you they showed you to him, and he instantly thought you were the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen in his lifetime of living

After a few months of you being captured and none of your guards looking for you (they tried looking for you but there's been no luck of course), you decided to warm up to him

"Soooo, would you like to explain why you've had me here for a couple of months?" You say clearly in a voice you hope he was intimidated of.

"None of your business." He says coldly and walks away from you as you sit and pout in your "cage" that you've been in for a couple months.

But one night you overhear him talking to his son, and you decide to ease drop

"Son, what would you do if I was in love again..?"

"Well, uh, I don't know dad, I doubt you being in love." Dagda says chuckling but stops as his dad faces him quickly and walks away.

You didn't know what it was all about but decided to dig a little more, and after trying for a week or two to lure his son Dagda, he finally confesses that his dad thinks your beautiful after the pressure you put on him

And in return you give him a thank you, and one of your flowers from the bottom of your dress as a gift, one that could grow just from being put in sunlight and water. You made sure to tell him to hide it so his dad wouldn’t destroy it

And after hearing this information you just decided to start flirting with him more than the usual and started devolving feelings for the rotten man

"Why do you keep flirting with me." Mandrake says blankly as he walks up to your cage that drowning you in a little bit of sunlight

"Well because I know you like me, your son told me myself." You say snickering at his flushed expression and stand up slowly. "So would you like to tell me anything or just stand there looking stupid..?" You say blankly and smirk at the sight infront of you

"Who do you think your talking to like that prisoner.?!" He says grabbing onto the bars of your cage and yelling at you.

"Why you of course Mandrake." You say as you swiftly grab his face and kiss him through the bars, he slowly melts into the kiss surprisingly and you actually quite enjoy it, he's a good kisser, better than you expected, you thought he was going to be horrible. But he's not, he's excellent at it

After that whole incident he let you out of your cage and started interacting with you more and more

But he knew he was really in love when Dagda ran to you for advice about some girl that he liked

He found it sweet that you seemed genuine to the topic and how "professionally" you took it

Dagda really likes you as a "mom", he started calling you mom before you and Mandrake even started a relationship

But after getting together with Mandrake, you had to come to terms that you would have to return to your kingdom to inform where you've been for almost a whole year

And after coming back, Mandrake and his son surprised you with dinner that was not so appetizing but you still appreciated the effort, time, and thought they put into the dinner, you ate some of it, you kind of had this sour face afterwards though

Mandrake's favorite thing to do is go on walks with you around your kingdom

He loves holding your hand, it brings him soooo much comfort and he likes how soft it is on his skin, it's like the smoothest thing he's felt in a couple of years

(NSFW) While being alone together he loves when you just completely naked on the bed and don't seem bothered when he stares at your body, he thinks your body is gorgeous, the most beautiful thing he's seen in ages, your hips and waist, your relaxed shoulders, and the way you position your naked body on his side of the bed hugging one of his pillows thinking it's him because of the smell.

(NSFW) He likes marking your tits with his teeth, like he likes leaving marks and bruises on them. And especially in places where others can see even when you try your hardest to cover them up. He likes when you try your hardest to cover them up. He likes pop when he bites so hard that he draws blood for your nipples/tits and you cry out that it hurts and the way your lip quivers at the sight on him flicking and nawing on them.

He likes putting his hand on your waist/ hips if you guys ever go somewhere together

He loves the thought you showing you off and people instantly getting jealous

Sometimes he feels insecure because when he looks at you, he thinks your the most extraordinary, gorgeous, and creative woman he's ever layed eyes on, and then when he looks at himself he thinks low of himself and thinks he doesn't deserve a girl like you

So you have to give him constant reassurance that you love him and care genuinely about him and his feelings

He always has to make sure your safe, he doesn't want anything happening to you, your like his treasure to him

He couldn't forgive himself if something ever happened to you

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Notes: I’m so sorry this isn’t with the original request, my tumble kept acting weird so I deleted the draft I had for it thinking it would come back in my Inbox but then it didn’t, so thank god I had screenshots of my original headcanons and question for it. Thank you so much for requesting though, I had a lot of fun with this. Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

-slides in- Do you have anymore mandrake X reader? or any ship headcanons?

Absolutely I do! (definitely didn’t write a whole fanfic on ao3 because I had too many headcanons noooooo)

Mandrake x Reader

I’ve been thinking about this recently but Mandrake has an absurd amount of patience. Not only does he have to rule over a chaotic colony of boggans who more or less do what they want most the time, but he also plays the long con with the leafmen and seems like a genius strategist, planning for every little kink in his plans far ahead of time.

So it stands to reason that he isn’t a man who gets jealous easily. He already puts all his trust in you and isn’t worried about you leaving him for someone else. He wouldn’t be with you if he felt otherwise.

But, but but but, that being said—

—he is possessive.

Not overbearingly so, he respects your boundaries, but this man knows what is his and isn’t going to let anyone even try and think that they have a chance to claim otherwise. It’s just fact, you are his, just like how he is yours.

Your relationship is built on mutual claim and respect of each other, and that doesn’t change.

Don’t ever tell him about the “I licked it so its mine” joke, because you will not be getting away from that one. He’s already enough of a pain in the ass as is.

Anyways, he doesn’t get jealous easily, but he is not above looming over wannabe suitors if they get too comfortable talking to you.

Anybody who dares to flirt with you has a death wish anyways, seeing as you are, presumedly, the co-ruler of the boggans and are equally as feared. Most Jinn don’t know what you actually look like and wouldn’t be able to know who you are unless explicitly told. But who would want to try and flirt with Mandrake’s partner?

If you keep your identity a secret, maybe because you used to be on good terms with the leafmen or just like hiding your face, then that’s more of an excuse for some poor schmuck to try their hand at flattering you.

If Mandrake does see someone getting too close for his liking, he will come over to you and put an arm around your waist, or his hand on your shoulder.

If he’s feeling extra, he will wrap you up in cloak and put his head on-top of yours. Sometimes he will just grab your attention, the sight of him alone will send most running.

No words, other than making casual conversation with you, needed, and when you aren’t looking, he smirks as he watches the person you had been talking to scurry off scared.

You aren’t oblivious, oh no. You know his game, and you’ll poke fun at him for it too.

But if you bring it up and tease him, he’ll only ruffle your hair and push your head away, playing hard to get while the two of you go off to do whatever you were doing.

Sometimes he’ll let the person keep thinking that they have a chance with you, just for the hell of it. You’ll let them know when you’ve had enough and he trust you to handle yourself.

And most the time that you do let the flattery go on, it’s because it serves a purpose.

Information, drinks, news, gossip, whatever, it’s easier to get that sort of thing when you left your armor and cloak at home.

You seem more approachable, and while the occasional sweet talker buzzing around you like a fly is annoying, its nothing a good hit to the jaw won’t fix.

You’ll have a laugh about it later when flying back home to Wrathwood.

Hope you like it! Maybe I can actually finish the other asks that are in my inbox now 😅😅

*breathing heavily till I'm about to pop like a balloon cause FINALLY, F I N A L L Y, there's at least a form of nsfw shit involving him!! I'm currently rolling all over the floor like a big ass sausage while squealing*

I hope I don't sound weird for asking this, but do you do nsfw asks? If not that's fine, sorry if me asking was weird. But if so?

Do you have any nsfw dating headcanons for mandrake? or ship stuff?

P.S I love your headcanons for epic, they're so awesome! lol I just got into epic, and I love reading them.

Not weird at all! Glad you enjoy them, I enjoy writing them!

Mandrake x Reader NSFW

NSFW under the cut

Oh boy!

First things first, Mandrake is not someone who sleeps around.

Not only is he usually busy, ruling a hoard and waging war on a forest is a full-time job, but he just generally does not have the drive or interest for it.

Now in a relationship? 👀👀👀👀👀

Mandrake’s pretty dominant in bed but catch him in a mood and he will get on his knees for you. Open to being restrained or on his back, but you’ll have to get him there first.

He LOVES giving you pleasure, it doesn’t matter how or when, seeing you in bliss in more pleasing than anything else he could want.

Servicing you in bed is definitely his kink, he’d get drunk off of your moans if he could.

Strong arms, big hands, nice lips? Oh yeah, he’s DEFINITELY a master at eating you out. Will hold you down with his arms wrapped under your legs as he goes down on you. Hell, he’d make a meal out of you.

Very touchy, likes being close to you, whether your back is to his chest or you are facing each other, he acts like he’ll die if he doesn’t get as close as he can to being under your skin.

He’s big on praising, telling you how perfect you are and how good you feel as he’s thrusting into you, groaning into your ear about how he’d been waiting for the chance to be alone with you all day, etc.

Meanwhile, among all the dirty talk and praises and sweet nothings, he’s biting your shoulders and neck and thighs, taking handfuls of your flesh and squeezing wherever his hands can reach.

Takes pride in marking you up, you do not leave any session without bruises and bites and hickeys and he tries to get you to show them off.

You’re his, after all, he wants others to know how good he makes you feel.

On the same line as that, he’s loud and I mean he has little shame in keeping quiet.

You belong to each other, why would he be concerned about others knowing what they are doing?

But if you insist “fineeeee”, although he’s going to be an ass about it. Will definitely tease you if you get a little loud after you tell him to be quiet, though.

Always a tease, in and out of bed. Hope you’re ok with innuendos because he’s always going to be bringing up the stuff you two do behind closed doors. Say the word and he’ll stop, boundaries.

Would never, EVER, do anything without your consent. Knowing that you want something just as much as him is the most attractive trait he think anyone can have and if he even senses a little bit of uncomfortableness, he’ll stop and check in on you.

Breeding kink…nuff said.

When all is said and done and he’s spent (all though he has a lot of endurance and stamina) he will pull you close and cuddle up next to you. He will check on you, get you water or food, rub away any soreness, etc., etc.

Aftercare is important to him and he’d be damned if he let his mate go untended.

Was definitely not blushing mad while writing this naaaaaaah

epic (2013) and strange magic take place within the same universe no i will not elaborate on this thank you for coming to my ted talk

So, the Movie EPIC in 2013, I Like Both the Villains/Antagonists, but There's One That I Love Over the Other...

Okay so, Mandrake is the Main Antagonist and Villain of the movie. He is the King of the Boggans and his goal is to destroy the green Forest and infest it with Rot and Decay.

He is vicious, determined, and intimidating, but most importantly of all…

✨He’s a Really Great Dad✨💖

His son, Dagda, is one of the antagonists. His description is, “Like his father, Dagda was fearless, confident and sadistic, but was also passionate and loyal.” He comes off as a big dumb brute, but in reality he just wants his Dad to like him and not disappoint him. He had a felicitous childhood and was an obedient son, idolizing his father at a young age.

Okay so, proof that Mandrake is a Great Dad (SPOILERS): 1) After Mandrake was done telling Dagda about his plan to kill the Queen and take the Royal Pod, he complimented Dagda’s looks in his new rat pelt, saying, “You look good in Rat. It’s…slimming!”

2) Waiting to assassinate the Queen of the Forest, Dagda’s getting a little impatient. Mandrake says to “Be patient, son. The Forest wasn’t grown in a day.” In response, Dagda says, ”but we can destroy it in one, right?” and Mandrake says, with a proud smile on his face, “That’s the spirit!”

3) When Dagda got killed (🫡), Mandrake immediately went after him when he heard his yelp, seeing him plummeting to the earth after getting shot by an arrow to the chest, screaming in a pained voice, “Son! NOOOOO!!!”

4) Some time after Dagda’s death, after Mandrake got a couple of his henchmen to “Frog March” Buffo to where the Boggans are invading the Forest, Buffo insulted Mandrake’s general by calling him an idiot. Clearly, he didn’t know who that general was. Mandrake angrily says, “That ‘idiot general’ was my SON!!” jumped off the platform he was standing in, and slammed that Rot Staff onto the ground with Full Force, felling a giant tree, uprooting it in the process, ways away from the Boggan Brigade. He was PISSED.

5) He tortured a couple of his hostages by telling stories about his son like a Proud Dad and showing off Dagda’s baby fangs and first molt XD 💖 Look at how happy this MF is to be talking about his son!

Now, you may be thinking, “Yeah, that looks and sounds like a character she’d have a crush on.” Which, you’re not wrong, he is pretty hot, especially with that Bat Cape he has, BUT I actually like DAGDA a bit more! Why? I don’t know. Maybe because he seems like a brute on the outside but has a big heart on the inside? Not wanting to disappoint his Dad and just wanting him to like him (bro, Mandrake already does like and love you, this just means you have self-esteem issues now)? In Cut Content it was planned that Dagda was going to go against his father’s plan of completely rotting the forest, so that might mean he understood the importance of both Growth and Decay and that means he Grew and Progressed as a thoughtful Character? He also is rather Round and Squishy looking so it would feel great to snuggle him (he’d smell bad, but hey, Free Real Estate)? I dunno. He just grew on me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

LOOK AT THAT MF SMILE 💖 HE LOOKS ADORABLE 💖💖 HE ALSO KIND OF LOOKS LIKE A WEIRD ELEPHANT SEAL, TOO XD 🦭

Anyway, husbando Fo' Sho'

Hey! Unsure if requests are still open but...

Stimboard for Mandrake from Epic (2013), mayhaps?

(I don't know what to add in terms of aesthetics, but as one says "The strongest thing imaginable is the imagination", so do whatever seems to fit...)

yes yes YESS i love this movie!! thank you for requesting!

Mandrake

🐦‍⬛ | 🪱 | 🪰

🥀 | 🌑 | 🌫️

🪳 | 🏹 | 🦇

I’m genuinely so happy to find more people who still remember epic, and more importantly mandrake. I’m here to request a fic, a list of headcanons, just anything about this man being a devoted husband. This man is just bug Gomez Addams and I’m so here for it.

Please *shakes my little tin can at you* just a crumb of bug dilf

Absolutely!! I need more bug dilf as well 😔😔😔

There’s not as much of him in here as I intended, I need to write more fluff with him.

Enjoy!

Mandrake x Reader

Tentative Truce

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Voices. Thats what you heard past the deafening sound of ringing in your ears. Hushed voices whispered to each other in panic. It was hard to breathe, like something was pressing tight against your chest and ribs, resisting every time you inhaled.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you forced them open, however they didn’t stay open. Regardless, everything was blurry, fading in and out of focus, and unbearably bright. So bright, it made you flinch and groan.

The voices quieted for a moment, then shuffling.

“Why did bring you here?!” A voice hissed.

“She was hurt! What was I supposed to do? Leave her to die in the mud?!” Another voice whisper-yelled.

“Not bring her to Moonhaven, are you insane?!”

Two voices, both male, arguing. At first, your brain could only register “two voices” and immediately thought of your loving husband and son. But…no, that wasnt right. Mandrake wouldn’t be bickering with Dagda, he would be at your side the moment he heard you stir, holding your hand, fussing over you.

Moonhaven…

Moonhaven?

In your exhausted and bleary state, you felt a hand against your forehead, soft and gentle and warm.

“Easy now,” a voice as smooth as the river spring said as the hand brushed the matted hair from your face. “You need your strength.”

“Ugh,” you let out another groan and tossed your head, eyes squeezing shut. “What—where-…where am I?”

“Nod you just put the entire forest at risk!” One of the voices snapped. “What do you think Mandrake will do when he finds out she is here? Hm?”

“Relax, Ronin! I was just trying to help—“

“Oh yeah, and Im sure he’ll understand. Here! Why don’t we just tell him exactly how you KIDNAPPED HIS WIFE—!”

“Both of you! Enough,” the woman cradling your head spoke.

With another groan, your eyes peeled open for the last time. The room was spinning, but over time it stilled.

The blinding light you were seeing was the sun, shining through tall green leaves and reflecting off of polished stone walls. There was never this much color in Wrathwood.

Another brush of hand against your side made you wince. Looking down, you see a slim dark hand against your side, pressing against a blood stained bandage that was wrapped around your chest. So thats why it was so hard to breathe in.

As you lay amongst soft white petals, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Then you looked up.

“Oh.” You blinked in surprise.

The woman gave you a friendly smile like you had been friends your whole life. She had a simple beauty to her, like how a breath of fresh air or the sight of blooming flowers felt beautiful. Natural, grounding and familiar.

“Sorry,” Queen Tara chuckled, raising a hand off of your body as you lay in her lap, “we couldn’t get you to the healers in time. This was our next best option.”

You swallowed and looked at her strangely. “It’s…okay?”

You sat up, the bandages pulling tight on your body as you held your head and tried to get rid of the airy feeling behind your eyes. “What happened?” You groaned, shaking your head.

“I think you got knocked off your bird by a hawk or something—“ a boy with brown hair said, before getting hit by a man in green armor. “Ow, hey!”

Ronin sneered and looked at you cautiously. The feeling was mutual as you bore your teeth in a hiss, although, it wasn’t nearly as effective when you weren’t a boggan yourself.

“Nod here found you on the forest floor bleeding,” he said, gesturing his head to Nod. “And stupidly,” he glared at him, “brought you here.”

“I didn’t know who she was!” Nod said, trying to defend himself. “I’ve never seen her without her helmet before!”

“That doesn’t matter!” Ronin said back.

“Boys, boys!” Tara spoke up, and instantly they both quieted. “Ronin, Nod did a good thing,” she smiled. “If he had left her there, who knows what would’ve happened. And then we’d have to deal with the consequences.”

You only looked back and forth between them with a raised brow.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” you interjected, eyes darting between them before looking at Tara sheepishly, “your majesty? Uh—“

“Please,” she snorted and waved you off, “you’re as much of a queen as I am! Call me Tara.”

“…your majesty,” you repeated, making clear the extent of your relation. “You…know who I am,” she nodded with a smile, “…so why in the seven hells did you allow me to be brought into your inner sanctum?!”

You looked at her in bewilderment. You were her enemy, the partner to the man who threatened her entire realm. So why on god’s green earth did she just so nonchalantly bring you in, heal you, and just idly keep you at her side?!

“You were hurt,” Tara answered bluntly. “Despite Ronin’s insistence,” said general crossed his arms with a glare towards you, “I would’ve have done the same for anyone.”

The irritation in you subsided. You blinked in surprise, looking at her with astonishment.

“Huh,” was all you could say.

“We should really send her away,” Ronin stepped forward, his hand never leaving the hilt of his katana. “Her being here is a threat, your majesty. We can’t risk her bringing the rest of the Boggans here.”

“She is our guest, Ronin,” Tara said firmly. “And besides, I can only heal so much!” You looked down at your torso, at the blood stained bandages that wrapped around and under your unclothed chest. It still hurt. “She still needs to rest.”

“If Mandrake figures out she’s here—“

You all stopped in place as a sudden boom rattled the ground beneath you, followed by the sound of screeching birds.

“Too late,” Nod said.

You sighed and shook your head. Always one for the dramatics, your husband.

You pushed off of your knees, grunting and wincing and pain as you tried to stand. Nod and Ronin rushed to your side, arms under your armpits and helping you stand.

“That’s my cue,” you grunted, the sound of clashing metal and shouts echoing down the stone halls.

“Come on,” Ronin scoffed. “Let’s get you back before your husband tears through my entire guard.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing,” you retorted, limping beside him.

You barely went out into the open without your weasel cloak, or the shrew skull you wore as a helmet. Ronin had been the only one in all those years to have seen you without your armor, at least when alongside your husband. So to the rest of the leafmen you were nothing more than an injured leafwoman or jinn, an associate, a peer, collateral damage that had been ushered in to be healed or a fellow soldier. They didn’t bat an eye as Ronin and Nod ushered you through the halls, your eyes squinting against the bright light of day outside the stone stronghold as the sound of battle grew closer.

You threw up your hand and winced at the bright sun light, glaring at it until the loud growl of your husband turned your head.

Looking left and right, you almost pushed Ronin away before your eyes fell onto the towering frame ahead among the many bodies of boggan soldiers versus leafmen. And damn it if you couldn’t stop the smirk on your face seeing Mandrake’s cloak swirl around him as he threw leafmen off the stone awning and slammed his cudgel against the ground. Damn it all if he wasn’t hot as hell when he fought with that sneer on his face.

“Mandrake!” You yelled, holding your side.

He didn’t even have to stop fighting to look up and spot you immediately, standing at his full height while kicking a leafman in the chest.

“Y/n!” He turned back to the leafman he was holding up in the air by the collar and growled. He slammed his head against the soldier’s, dropping him before stomping forwards.

Ronin gripped your arm tightly as you tried to pull away, glaring ahead as you tugged and cursed at him.

The moment he laid his hands on you once more, your carefully tuned ears picked up the sound of many many arrows being drawn.

You looked around, spying the dozen boggan archers hidden in the rocks now aiming their weapons towards Ronin and the leafmen who came to your side with shields raised. Your eyes fell on one particular archer, the familiar rat-pelt donned figure of your son Dagda.

“Weapons down,” your voice gave Mandrake pause as you yanked your arm once again to no avail. Ronin’s grip did loosen, however. He looked at you in surprise.

You looked up and made eye contact with your son, giving him a stern look.

Dagda glanced at Mandrake, then back at you, as if to say “are you sure?”

You nodded curtly.

He frowned and lifted his hand in a closed fist, telling the archers to hold as he lowered his bow.

With a huff, you got your arm out of Ronin’s grip, shooting him a glare and a well placed huff in his direction before running a hand over your head and sighing.

“Mandrake,” you said in relief and pushed past the leafmen who watched in shock and bewilderment.

Mandrake’s look softened and he let out a huff, shoulders relaxing. “Oh thank the gods,” he grumbled under his breath while rolling his eyes, his large hands settling on your shoulders as you stopped in front of him and he immediately began to fuss over you. “Are you ok? What happened—?”

“I fell off my bird,” you assured him and cupped his face with two hands, mostly to keep him from looking at your bandaged sides. “I’m fine, really.”

You stopped, sighing and looking back at where the leafmen were now parting, standing at attention as Tara made her way out of the palace walls. “She fixed me up,” you said, brows knitted together as you looked up at her with your arms crossed.

Mandrake looked up, his gaze immediately narrowing as he stood at full height once more, looking down at her.

“Tara,” he said with disdain.

“Mandrake,” she stopped and held her hands in front of her. That was one thing you respected about her, she wasn’t afraid to look her enemy in the eye. And she did it with grace too, even as her general behind her was biting his tongue until she returned to the safety of Moonhaven’s stoney walls.

“I apologize for the trouble,” Tara said with a smile. “Someone had found your wife badly injured on the forest floor without knowing who she was and brought her here.”

She raised her hands and looked at them. You noticed she still had some blood on her fingers.

“I healed as much as I could,” she added, looking back up and clasping her hands together and looked at you with a warm, friendly smile. “But you’ll have to figure out the rest. Personally, I’d recommend staying in bed for a bit, some good ole TLC never hurts.” With that, she winked at you, and it made you feel…strange. Tara was…a lot friendlier and more casual than you expected her to be.

Mandrake made a noise deep in his throat, moving his cudgel from one hand to the other.

“She’ll be fine,” he said bluntly, his hand itching to be somewhere on your body or to pull you closer. “Our healers will take care of everything.”

“Of course,” Tara bowed her head.

He let out a sharp exhale from his nose, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you back towards him, wrapping part of his cloak around you as he turned around and began walking away.

The other boggans cleared out, snarling and chittering both with each other and at the leafmen, mounting their birds as Mandrake’s grackle soared down and landed, ducking her head.

He was just about help you up onto his bird, Nightshade, when he stopped and turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Tara.

To your surprise, he gave her a slight nod, before heaving you up onto his bird and settling right behind you.

As he nudged his bird to take off, he pulled you into his lap, arm wrapped around your waist possessively as you took into the skies, leaving Moonhaven behind.

He was being unusually quiet. You almost said something, but he beat you to it.

“You’re not going to be leaving the nest for a while.”

You groaned and threw your head back as he didn’t even bother looking at you. “It wasn’t even my fault!”

“We need to find your bird as well,” he added.

“Hah! Good luck! I don’t know where those mockingbirds chased him!”

He looked down at you with a smirk and held you closer, nudging you and teasing, “Mockingbirds?”

“Oh don’t get me started,” you huffed and looked away, cheeks turning red as he chuckled and led the way back to your home.

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Hi mate, how’ve you been? I was wondering if I could request a little mandrake x femme reader drabble, if you don’t mind? I’ve been scrolling through the epic tag aimlessly over the weekend cuz I was on vacation and remembered that you had done some requests yourself! Oh and thx sm for your support with my own stuff! <3

Wounds| Mandrake

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Reader: Female Reader| Mandrake x reader

Notes: Sorry for the lack of fics. I've been working so much, tbh It's stupid...

Warnings: mentions of wounds

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"You can't come in here- The king!-!" A gaurd shouted.

"Move! Or you'll never have kids again!" Y/n ordeded dress hiked up in her hands and on a tyrant.

He was quick to move Y/n moving forward. The one guard was luckily he was given mercy by her.

"Mandrake!" She shouted, causing the forest to flinch.

"Keep her out of here." Mandrake ordered his gaurds lazily, slumped over in his throne: beaten, cuts and brusies freshly fixed up.

The gaurds looked at each other and then separated themselves to give Y/n a pathway.

"You're dead!" Y/n contuined to rage.

Walking past the two gaurds. He only sighed, hand covering his face, his elbow supporting his upper body weight.

"What is your problem!? Are you serious!?" Y/n shouted.

"Please give me some peace and quiet!" He ordeded.

A big mistake; she was already mad, now she was furious.

"Peace and Quiet!? You want peace and quiet!?" Y/n argued, her nostrils flaring in anger: "I tried to give you peace and quiet! The whole Kingdom! But you and that Leafman idiot commander can't keep your hands off each other!"

"Do not word it that way-"

"What?! Honesty tick you off now?!" Y/n snapped. He glanced at her, and she started her pacing: "I'll have to meet with Queen Tara again! You and Ronin need to either back off or get married to one another! I already solved the border issue and now!-"

Her voice raged on a she turned to look at him, her voice falling to silence. Mandrake looked beat up, badly beat up. For only a moment she argued with herself; "I..." he started, "know you have been working hard, for peace...thank you,"

Y/n sighed, walking her way over; up the small steps to his throne, she kneeled at the base of his throen, he was slumped over making it easier for her to get a better look at his face, he hiding brusies under the hand which covered his face.

"Let me see." She spoke softly.

"I'm fine-"

Mandrake paused as she pushed his hand away softly, she frowning at the bruise forming under his eye.

"Have you..." Y/n started, reaching out to touch his face; his flinching, "so you haven't..."

Y/n looked back and called for a gaurd: "Get my medical equipment please, it's in my room," She told.

"Yes, my Queen." He responded and rushed off to do as ordered.

She turned around back to him as she cupped his cheek: he leaned into it: "What happened," y/n asked softly.

"It seems you know the answer to that." Mandrake answered. He sounded just as exhausted as he looked.

"My queen."

Y/n turned her head a gaurd there with her bag, "Thank you." She spoke taking it from him.

Y/n was quick to open the bag and look through her bottles of Tonics. She picking one out.

"What does that have in it?"

"Root-"

"Pine root?"

"Mhm-"

"No."

"I know it stings but it heals the best-"

Y/n put some on some cotton she had in another glass, and lifted her hand up to clean his wounds. Yet he blocked her.

"Mandrake-"

"No-"

"It's going to get infected if I don't clean it." Y/n argued.

"It stings-"

"Maybe you shouldn't of gone into a fight then."

He winced as she blotted his face: he hissing as she cleaned his wounds.

"I know. Im sorry." Y/n answered, quick to finish and pull away: "Where else?"

"Surely you don't think I'm going to undress for you in front of my own men." He teased; his eyes switching sides to look her way.

"If I asked?" She asked; sat all pretty on the backs of her feet, looking at him with the wish only to help.

"no." Mandrake answered.

"Damn it." Y/n cursed.

"You know that doesn't work on me," Was his response, she getting her bag back together, closing it up as she stood.

"That's not what you said a night ago." She snarked back, a smile across her face.

The guards standing attention at the entry way tried to hold it together.

"Damn sounds like Im getting more action than the boss?" A third grumbled to her coulleges.

"What was that!?" Mandrake shouted.

"Nothing, sir!" They were quick to answer.

"Be nice to the kids." Y/n protested, holding her hand out, "come on love, lets go and finsih patching you up."

Heya! Genuinely obsessed with your epic writing, there's so little content out there and even fewer for mandrake especially. I beg for another fic with him please. Not asking for anything specific, just wish for more of the bug dilf please

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Family Bonding| Mandrake

Reader: female | she/her

Warnings: mentions of prego, and prego sadness

Note: Am...Am I back??

"Momma..." Dagda shook the sleeping woman, "Momma."

Y/n shifted, as her husband pulled her closer in, "Momma..."

With the third chime of her name her eyes slowly opened: it dark outside: moonlight breaking through the open window, a viable light source to see her child; no older than seven year old, looking up at her in her bed with big amber eyes.

"Dagda? Honey?" She muttered.

"Momma I heard something in my room." He spoke, he speaking uneasey, trying to be strong like she had taught him.

"Hm..." Y/n answered half asleep still, her body too tired and too comfortable to get out of bed she managed to wiggle herself free of her husbands grasp, keeping towards her usual side of the bed she opened the comfortor, inviting him to join her for the rest of the night, "nothing will get you in here. Come."

Dagda was quick to get up and climb himself in beside her, nuzzling into his mother with ease and comfort. Her aem drapped comfortably around him as she pulled the blanket closer, leaving Mandrake partnerless, and with a little less blanket.

She fell asleep with Dagda quiet quickly, the little boy doing the same in the safety of his mother's arms. Yet so enough, Mandrake grumbled, upset with the lack of body warmth, and reached to grab Y/n, he tried to roll her over, he willing to meet half way yet she mummbled something in annoyance and shifted. Annoyed but not willing to give up he moved himself, her back to his chest as his arm drapped over her.

It was a good twenty mintues till y/n had started to get hot, and wake up, she sighed getting up carefully, Dagda in her arms she got off the bed, replacing herself with her son, the two sleeping peacefully.

"Come back to bed." Mandrake mummbled towards her.

With a groan she fell back onto the bed, her back to Mandrake's as she nuzzled her way back in comfortably before falling asleep.

Sometime during the night Dagda woke up again, switching to lay between his parents backs, and then finally between them as they turned on there backs to lay comfortably with the new body between them.

"Your Majesty." A woman shook the woman's shoulder.

"Mhm..."

"Your majesty it's about to be sunrise." She cooed to the sleeping woman.

"Five more..."

"Ah..five more mintues never hurt-"

"Hours..." Y/n grumbled.

"I'll set up the extra strong tea then ma'am." She responded softly, leaving the family to sleep for a few extra minutes.

Y/n sighed; half-awake half asleep, she knew she'd have to get up, reluctant to do so, she stayed down for another full minute before doing anything. she shifted, ready to get up for the morning-

"Lay down," Mandrake grumbled, Y/n looked over at him half. way sat up.

"Someone has to do the morning-"

"Don't worry about that, I'll have it handled," he complained, eyes still closed, Y/n fell back into her spot, no one had to tell her again as she let herself fall back asleep.

Mandrake would take her spot, tired? Oh absolutely, but they had fallen into the routine of Y/n setting the kingdom up for the sun rise, usually handing rule over mid-day and staying by his side until late hours of the night.

He found himself in the kitchen, Y/n's right hand, Yemen preparing the usual pot of tea for Y/n's morning wake up. So when she turned around- surprised, she almost dropped the pot in shock to see the King there rather than the Queen.

"Oh! My-" She sighed, "You scared me your majesty, are you joining My Queen for tea?"

"Y/n is sleeping," Mandrake answered.

Yemen sighed, yet a smile stayed on her face, she knew the woman all to well now; "I'd like her to stay that way," Mandrake interrupted Yemen's thoughts.

"Oh," She responded pouring the cups of tea, "Then, I will awake the book keeper to assist you as you like him to in the evenings-"

"You will assist me, as you assist Y/n," Mandrake ordered as she placed the cup infront of Mandrake.

"Very well, would you like to follow the routine of my queen to the truest we can,"

"That'd be ideal."

Yemen nodded, "Well then theres...quiet...a bit of differences if you'd like to have those implemented too-"

She looked at the sundial hanging from her neck, turning towards the window.

"For a few more moments I will only be able to address you as My King. My queen prefers her name over anything. Breakfast will be finished at that time as well. My Queen would take half of it and some fruit. Never really finishes a plate of food, does she? She prefers her subjects to be friends rather than subjects, but understands the line between the two. A fine line she likes to keep that way. She'll feed My Prince during the small break she has between the early morns guest and the late morns guest, and She'll take them till you wake. Usually around late mid day? Then you run the Kingdom My King and she tends to the ladies and meets Ayana for tea. Then again, You have gotten lucky, Mrs. Y/n isn't scheduled for much this day, you have finished your breakfast?"

"I haven't picked up a fork,"

"Very well, you're first subjects arrive momentarily,"

Yemen walked off, Mandrake trying to sneak a bite of food "Come along now!" Yemen called for him.

He sighed and was quick to follow the woman.

Yemen had explained the moring wasn't going to be busy as usual, yet the line already forming told him differently.

The first set of his people in a distraught land argument. Surprised to see Mandrake rather than the Queen.

"Where is Mrs.Y/n the Queen!" One demanded.

"I am perfectly capable of running my kingdom without my love besides me."

"Yemen!"

"This is the arrangement for today, Fogo." Yemen commented, " If you three are dissatisfied with today, you may leave and take it up with Mrs.Y/n, With no ill will as she goes by."

The three looked at each other, and bowed, then left.

Turns out. Many came in the morning just for Y/n to rule and guidance from them. The few that did stay assumed Mandrake had known of there situation, off the top of his head, which he didn't- Y/n did and Y/n wasn't there.

From the number walkout he had he was finished early, and was allowed a proper meal, his son just waking up.

"Momma's still asleep." Dagda pulled at his father's cloak.

He picked up his son, "Your Mother deserves some rest. Here."

Dagda took the piece of mole bacon he was handed and ate at it.

"When will Momma get up?" Dagda asked.

"When she's not tired anymore." Mandrake answered.

In came Yemen with a envelope, she setting a tray up and on it tea, and a small breakfast.

"That is not for Y/n is it?"

"Yes sir. It is." Yemen answered.

"I will take it."

"Very well." Yemen answered, removing the letter and setting the tray straight.

"I will take both." Mandrake answered.

"It is addressed to the Queen." Yemen answered.

"I will take both." Mandrake ordered hand extended.

Yemen sighed, reluctance on her face as she handed over the letter. He didn't have to open it. The heart at the end of her name told him it all.

"If it makes your anger disappate." Yemen spoke turning towards the cupboard where she unlocked a lower draw, and pulled the whole thing from the frame, "she leaves them all. Unopened."

Dumping them onto the unoccupied counter space she set the drawer down.

"He writes but she does not answer." Yemen responded.

"What does he want?" Mandrake asked.

"I do not know."

Mandrake looked at the writing before sliding it to Yemen to add to the collection.

"Very well if that's what's she wishes."

Yemen nodded and added the letter to the drawer before returning it to the cabinet.

"Lets bring your mother her breakfast." Mandrake spoke, returning his attention to his son who was more than delighted to help.

With tray in Mandrakes hand, and a single team cup by two hands by baby Dadga they walked down the castle halls together.

"Is Momma sick?" Dagda asked.

Mandrake looked down at his son, "No."

"Oh. I thought she was." Dagda told his father, "she's only in bed like this when she's sick."

Mandrake was quiet, his wife ran his kingdom better than he ever would. He's have to apologize for it- they made it to the bedroom Dagda pushing past the existing opening in the door.

Y/n was right where she was left, still sleeping.

"Momma! Momma!"

Y/n hummed as Dagda put the cup on the night stand and climbed on the bed before Mandrake could even make it inside.

"Momma! There's breakfast for you!"

"Dagda don't wake your mother-"

It was too late she hummed and looked up and over at her son. Wait.

Why was Dagda up? He's never up before-

She shot up quickly in realization, "what time is it?!-"

"Everything's taken care of." Mandrake commented as Dagda moved to besides her.

She looked at the tray set besides her, then her husband, Dagda placing himself in her lap with a smile.

"Thank you...uh...thank you," she spoke unsure if she was dreaming or not looking at the single teacup, "maybe...you could go get some extra teacups please?"

Dagda looked up at his mother nodding at her request and was quick to move his way along off the bed out the door.

"You...you didn't have to do this." Y/n spoke, "I could have done it."

"You do it every day, I'm sure one day off won't hurt," Mandrake spoke, his clawed hand reaching out to rub along her cheek, which she only flinched the slightest, and he retracted.

"What was not done?" She asked quickly attempting to avoid a conversation.

"Y/n," He started.

"I'm assuming they-"

"Y/n" He repeated as she grew quiet she looking down at the tray.

"I... feel guilty..." She started, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Love-"

"You can get up and do this but I get up at the same time every day and can never even find time..." She sniffled.

"Please try not to feel guilty, you run my kingdom better than I, my people enjoy you better than I." Mandrake tried to reassure, wiping her face of large tears.

"I can't do this baby Mandrake," Y/n told him, "I can't last until winter like this,"

"Look at me," Mandrake lifted her chin up, "I know it's difficult, and I know it was not planned, what do you want to do?"

"Cry." was her only answer.

As quick as she answered the tray was moved to the floor and she was in his arms, a few more weeks until winter, three to be exact, and if it was anything like when she was pregnant with their eldest, this would be the start of her sleepless nights filled with sobbing and praying filled days to whatever part of the forest that would listen to her sobs, these last weeks were the hardest in his eyes, without her brother.

She cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back in small circles, giving her temple a long kiss as she only held onto him tighter. Dagda came back in carefully with extra cups, and at the sound of his Mother's crying he set them on the floor and rushed over in anger.

"What did you do to her!" he argued.

"Dagda, your mother is just upset-"

"Why'd you make her upset!" He argued, "Why were you being mean to Momma!"

Dagda was quick to climb onto the bed and wedge his way somewhat carefully between his mother and father.

"Dadga!-" His father scolded.

The little boy pulled on his mother's shirt, he looking from her hidden place on Mandrake's shoulder.

"I'll beat him up!" Dagda declared, "If dad's being mean I'll put him down in the dungeon! With all the other meanies!"

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle, despite the tears that ran down her face, she pulling him up and closer between the two.

"your father's not being mean, he's being nice, giving me a shoulder to cry on."

Dagda looked at his mother, "Why are you crying then?"

"Sometimes...everyone just needs to cry," Y/n smiled smally at him, "But thank you for trying to help."

Dagda cuddled into his mother, Mandrake holding the two of them close, nothing could be as perfect as his family, good days, bad days, sad days and happy days, as long as they were together.

Followed all of the old accounts I used to follow on my old tumblr and.. wow I should've gone through ones I didn't actually want to follow but at the same time it felt nostalgic to go through them all as memories flooded back to me :) so what am I gonna do with this blog? Well I guess reblog and like a bunch of stuff I guess o3o

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