I AM THE 𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘍𝘜𝘓 𝘝𝘖𝘠𝘌𝘜𝘙 OF YOUR BRAIN'S EXPOSED &͟ DARKENED COMBS, YOUR MUSCLES' WEBBING &͟ ALL 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 .

𝐁𝐀𝐃 , 𝘉𝘈𝘋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 -- -- 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 ◟ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍' .ᐟ

𝐁𝐀𝐃 , 𝘉𝘈𝘋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 -- -- 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 ◟ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍' .ᐟ #OCRP ♡︎ #MVRP 𖹭 & ↺ appreciated .ᐟ

buajai. taps the sign 🌀🌀🌀 ooooooooooouuu oooouuu 🌀🌀🌀 yall wanna interact w my new oc soooooo badddd -> @wolfishgrit.bsky.social 🌀🌀

❛ why don’t you find out? you might get more than you bargain for. ❜ he was about to hand her a spoon along with the can of tuna once she had situated herself… but… — — gently, he placed both items down right beside him. ❛ go on. close your eyes & make a wish with the kitten. ❜

the burgeoning reprieve of nature. where the snake, warming the man’s fingers, smelled desperately of riverbends — sprung tenderly against the breach of soil and deadened grass. prey, predator ; brutal things in the wake of life. beneath the cleft of sunbeams, they all were merely chance with heart.

fortunately, as if beau were defanged ; dastardly venom that would pulse deep within the average snake’s pith was null. … he was hardly expecting anyone to actually pet him. welcoming the sudden warmth, a forked tongue flickers. he returns the tenderness with his own by coiling around his fingers.

❛ the kitten closest to you — she’s unfathomably sweet. the youth around here have started a rumor that if you rub her chin, she will grant you a wish. ❜ quiet for a moment’s breath, a small chuff of air escapes him in bloated amusement. of course, in good humor. ❛ do you believe in such? ❜

currently taking the form of a small baby snake… sun-bathing. he is looking to be pet.

feather-light, a soft smile blossomed amid his lips. he would dutifully scoot over as he pat down on the empty spot beside him, a welcome invitation. ❛ how kind of you to join me — ah! & do be careful. some of the kittens nip & nibble. ❜

nimble fingers would daisy-press against the aluminum tab... revealing morsels of tuna. as if on cue, he is swarmed by stray cats that yowl & paw at him incessantly. it is then that he notices ❪ * reader ❫ staring. gingerly, he shakes the can of tuna at them. perhaps they'd like to join him?

buajai. ? i already made a basic ref sheet for beau but now i want to make another one..... i am but a fool. anyways lets ball

[ . . . ] the voice of the waves 　was now mixed with 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 . . .

laughter, running feet, and the clanging of great bells far out to sea [ . . . ]

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