UDGM flies down excitedly— and promptly gets stuck in the honey. That didn’t bode well. 

"Oh dear," they reach out and gently try to remove the bee from the honey.

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((I’ll be going off on a church camp starting on Saturday to Tuesday, so I might not be able to reply rps for those few days, I apologize.

I’ll try to deal with the drafts as soon as possible. ^^;))

posted 7 hours ago
Give my muse a petname and see how they react.

(via allfemalemuses)

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granteroffoolishdesires has come for a visit



"Anything, really. Objects, information, protection… I don’t fuss over details like that."

"I see…" the Batter replied shortly, nodding.

Anonymous asked: ((theplayersaskblog)) Player: Hello there.



"Ah, Helloh puppeteer. What do i have the pleasure of being in your presence today? Are you in need of some luck tickets, weaponry, or do you just wish for a merchant’s empty ears to listen to what you have to proclaim, mon ami?" He asked with a chuckled following his ‘speech’. 


"Haha, of course." He pulled out a new bat and grinned behind his mask. "There we go, that’ll be 1000." He said whilst leaning against the bat. "This is a batter bat than you had before, im sure, so enjoy knocking around those spectres. Is that all you need, amigo?"

"I am sure my Batter will enjoy this," they replied, paying the merchant accordingly.

At that moment, their Batter entered the shop, holding a partially-shattered bat in his hand.  He nodded at the merchant and walked over to stand beside his Player.

timidlittlephoebe has come for a visit



Another shrug. “It’s okay. I’ve.. I’ve only ever been attacked once, but I don’t think I got hurt.. I-I can’t remember.” She rubbed the back of her head embarrassedly.

"We can protect you if you like," the Player suggested, concerned about the girl’s safety upon hearing that she was attacked once. "Where do you live?" 

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Anonymous asked: ((theplayersaskblog)) Player: Hello. It is a pleasure to meet you.



Mocha glanced up from the coffee he was making at the voice of the newcomer. “Hello.” He greeted the puppeteer casually, although inwardly he was rather surprised that a being such as a Puppeteer had even visited this place.


The barista smiled - his grin could have been called smug if one looked closely. “I knew you would like it, my dear.” 

Mocha chuckled at their further explanation, “I’ll believe that he’s lovely when I see it myself.” He sighed, a his eyes straying over to the silent purifier, “And yes, I have noticed that they are rather protective of their puppeteers…quite a problem sometimes if you ask me.”

His eyes lingered on the Batter, his gaze becoming more intense as he scanned his eyes over the man. It was almost as if he was trying to see into the Batter’s pure soul.

"Well, it depends, I suppose." they replied, and paused to take another sip of their coffee, "He has been wonderful to me, and I owe him my life. I suppose you have not met a kind Batter?"

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batter-sempai asked: ((theplayersaskblog)) "Kitty wants to play?" ((Mocha))



"Huh?" Mocha asked, looking at the player, a look of pure confusion written across his face, "Who are you calling kitty? What does that even me-” The barista froze as he saw something black in the corner of his vision. Attempting to see it, Mocha turned around, only to have it vanish again. He spun around looking like a right-royal idiot for a while, until he finally caught the thing.

"Shit. Is that..?"

Well done Mocha. You’ve managed to chase your own tail.


Mocha continued to roll, only succeeding in winding the thread tighter around himself, causing him to yowl and shriek, thrashing about wildly. 

He froze up as soon as he felt their fingers on his head, the barista’s breathing still rapid. Mocha’s rolling and trashing slowed bit by bit until only his tail was lashing about, but it’s movements were feeble. “Mewllll.”

Seeing that he had calmed down, the Player quickly caused space matter to appear on one of their hands, and used the space matter to burn away the thread, freeing him from the bounds.

They then quickly pulled him onto their lap and began to stroke him gently, trying to let him relax.

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Someone should give me some painkillers.

"Are you in pain, dear?"

posted 1 day ago with 3 notes
#ichorprince #hello
CATSHAMING; what kind of a “catshaming” sign would your character hang on my character’s neck?




Do this, guys. You know you want to.

(via corrupt-purification)

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