Quick! See If You Can Predict Something Actually Fluffy Happening!

I’m doing this, hit me up on Halloween and I’ll do a little doodle of your character

please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please

Kids, come get your juice!

This is a first draft blurb of the story I’m writing based of my recent SMP post and it’s very late where I live so sorry if this is bad. Also this is the first time I’ll be posting my writing publicly anywhere so please don’t kill me.

Puffy quickly drew her sword and wiped around, as if second nature, she shifted into a defensive stance. Her eyes were locked onto the nearby underbrush.

“I know you’re there, come out!”

Slowly the forms of George, Sapnap, and Skeppy exited the dense brush. They were geared up, their armor and weapons clanking quietly, the enchantments making them shimmer. Puffy’s grip on her sword grew tighter, she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her from saving her son

“If you’re here to stop me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

The actions and inactions of other characters certainly didn’t help, but yeah Palpatine is the main cause

in star wars fandom how is everything about anakin's fall always everyone else's fault except the guy who personally designed it to be a no hit run of Sith Apprentice Generator IV

Been working on my Furry-MW2 AU and decided to draw some of the characters.

Ghost is a wolf-dog

Soap is a pine marten

Price is an Airedale Terrier

Gaz is a red-tailed hawk

König is a lynx-wolf hybrid

Horangi is a Jindo dog(aka the tiger dog)

YOU hates terfs

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.

That moment when you’re gaming with your bro really late at night and you both pass out and then you wake up with severe neck pain and emotions that you are way too repressed to deal with

(*Wayne subscriber notification voice* Please reblog my art! Please, please! Pleeeaaaaaseeeeee!!)

“You were a wonderful experience.”

“You were…everything.”

I missed day 11 so here it is! I also combined it with day 13. The two prompts are Jonathan Sims and Eyes.