ᴳʳᵃˢˢʰᵒᵖᵖᵉʳ!
@grasstoochin.bsky.social
#fantasyrp #ocrp #enrp #sparp
Pinned
ᴳʳᵃˢˢʰᵒᵖᵖᵉʳ!
@grasstoochin.bsky.social
· Apr 23
ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ
ɴᴏ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ
ᴢᴏᴏ ᴘᴀʟꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ ᴄᴜɪꜱɪɴᴇ
ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏᴘ ᴋɪɴɢ
360ꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ
----
ꜰᴇʟɪᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ.
ɴᴏ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ
ᴢᴏᴏ ᴘᴀʟꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ ᴄᴜɪꜱɪɴᴇ
ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴛᴏᴘ ᴋɪɴɢ
360ꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ
----
ꜰᴇʟɪᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ.
Mother-
-FUCKER
-Cabin flying over the reader-
-FUCKER
-Cabin flying over the reader-
September 10, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Mother-
-FUCKER
-Cabin flying over the reader-
-FUCKER
-Cabin flying over the reader-
Reposted by ᴳʳᵃˢˢʰᵒᵖᵖᵉʳ!
//Imma make a character soon using FU from NMH3 as a template but I membered someone had that too. just saying we aint copying.
July 9, 2025 at 8:27 AM
//Imma make a character soon using FU from NMH3 as a template but I membered someone had that too. just saying we aint copying.
//Imma make a character soon using FU from NMH3 as a template but I membered someone had that too. just saying we aint copying.
July 9, 2025 at 8:27 AM
//Imma make a character soon using FU from NMH3 as a template but I membered someone had that too. just saying we aint copying.
//Isn't this the nikki cat?
June 15, 2025 at 4:46 PM
//Isn't this the nikki cat?
Do a flip
I will, I jest you not, jump into the deep ocean never to come back.
June 15, 2025 at 4:45 PM
Do a flip
Napping on a turtle.
June 13, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Napping on a turtle.
Reposted by ᴳʳᵃˢˢʰᵒᵖᵖᵉʳ!
What the hell//
// Had the police in my house for hours and I’m fucking exhausted in ways you can’t even imagine.
Bring on the weekend.
Bring on the weekend.
June 13, 2025 at 4:47 PM
What the hell//
"...
...
...
Ya wanna?"
...
...
Ya wanna?"
“If you’re asking if I can eat the undead, I’ve never tried.”
"Would the *un*dead serve?"
June 12, 2025 at 8:20 PM
"...
...
...
Ya wanna?"
...
...
Ya wanna?"
//WHO THE HELL IS THE ARTIST
June 12, 2025 at 8:17 PM
//WHO THE HELL IS THE ARTIST
Windy is *not* a normal Hare. Are you, [reader], fast enough to touch her?
June 12, 2025 at 8:15 PM
Windy is *not* a normal Hare. Are you, [reader], fast enough to touch her?
A whistle. Runes sing through the air as fireflies of magic matter burst around the Knight.
Soon. He is at the height of the Dwarf's camp. His chubbier body, is only more clearly strong at this distance. Not so much like a warrior, but a craftsman, used to having ~>
Soon. He is at the height of the Dwarf's camp. His chubbier body, is only more clearly strong at this distance. Not so much like a warrior, but a craftsman, used to having ~>
Shrink me! That will make it more resources efficient!
Sure. Gotta cast a resize. Do I shrink ya or grow it?
June 12, 2025 at 8:13 PM
A whistle. Runes sing through the air as fireflies of magic matter burst around the Knight.
Soon. He is at the height of the Dwarf's camp. His chubbier body, is only more clearly strong at this distance. Not so much like a warrior, but a craftsman, used to having ~>
Soon. He is at the height of the Dwarf's camp. His chubbier body, is only more clearly strong at this distance. Not so much like a warrior, but a craftsman, used to having ~>
Sure. Gotta cast a resize. Do I shrink ya or grow it?
Can I get some?
I never had Gnomish pasta.
I never had Gnomish pasta.
No, it's vegagnese. Yes it is.
June 12, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Sure. Gotta cast a resize. Do I shrink ya or grow it?
No, it's vegagnese. Yes it is.
Is that Bolognese?
Mpreg? In front of my Bolognese?
June 12, 2025 at 4:20 PM
No, it's vegagnese. Yes it is.
Mpreg? In front of my Bolognese?
June 12, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Mpreg? In front of my Bolognese?
//Hey. You do not know me but I just wanna help.
Grief is naught but love, persevering. He lives in you. In every memory you've made. In every bond you built.
Grief is naught but love, persevering. He lives in you. In every memory you've made. In every bond you built.
// it was as if someone was hugging me. but my siblings and my mother were at their beds...
i started crying. but why am i crying?
am i crying for being a fool to reminisce in the past? or am i crying because i fear the concept of letting go of the past? was it my father who hugged me...?
4/4
i started crying. but why am i crying?
am i crying for being a fool to reminisce in the past? or am i crying because i fear the concept of letting go of the past? was it my father who hugged me...?
4/4
June 11, 2025 at 10:16 PM
//Hey. You do not know me but I just wanna help.
Grief is naught but love, persevering. He lives in you. In every memory you've made. In every bond you built.
Grief is naught but love, persevering. He lives in you. In every memory you've made. In every bond you built.
"Would the *un*dead serve?"
“What do you mean?” he asked, tilting his head a bit.
Not really...
The Gnome listens. Humming softly.
"Any dead?"
The Gnome listens. Humming softly.
"Any dead?"
June 11, 2025 at 10:09 PM
"Would the *un*dead serve?"
Not really...
The Gnome listens. Humming softly.
"Any dead?"
The Gnome listens. Humming softly.
"Any dead?"
“No, I’m not sure what that is.” he shook his head with a frown.
“I’m a jikininki. We’re a type of condemned spirit who eats the dead due to some sort of sin committed when alive. Don’t ask me what I did, I genuinely don’t know.”
Pretty similar, though. Perhaps it’s just a regional difference.
“I’m a jikininki. We’re a type of condemned spirit who eats the dead due to some sort of sin committed when alive. Don’t ask me what I did, I genuinely don’t know.”
Pretty similar, though. Perhaps it’s just a regional difference.
"No judgement mate."
He bites a pipe. A match lighting a blue flame beneath it, as he puffs off purple smoke rings from his nose.
"What's with the curse? You a Vindiigo?"
He bites a pipe. A match lighting a blue flame beneath it, as he puffs off purple smoke rings from his nose.
"What's with the curse? You a Vindiigo?"
June 11, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Not really...
The Gnome listens. Humming softly.
"Any dead?"
The Gnome listens. Humming softly.
"Any dead?"
"No judgement mate."
He bites a pipe. A match lighting a blue flame beneath it, as he puffs off purple smoke rings from his nose.
"What's with the curse? You a Vindiigo?"
He bites a pipe. A match lighting a blue flame beneath it, as he puffs off purple smoke rings from his nose.
"What's with the curse? You a Vindiigo?"
Tomio visibly cringed before sighing.
“… Regretfully, yes. It’s not something I /want/ to be, it’s just… A curse, so to speak.”
“… Regretfully, yes. It’s not something I /want/ to be, it’s just… A curse, so to speak.”
"So a cannibal."
He doesn't even blink. The man's assumption seems, at first. Just an absent-mindedly delivered insult at the man's coyness. But it is moreso a deduction. Their pale appearance, poor posture. All can be consequences of a lack of proper nutrition that could come from cannibalism.
He doesn't even blink. The man's assumption seems, at first. Just an absent-mindedly delivered insult at the man's coyness. But it is moreso a deduction. Their pale appearance, poor posture. All can be consequences of a lack of proper nutrition that could come from cannibalism.
June 11, 2025 at 9:40 PM
"No judgement mate."
He bites a pipe. A match lighting a blue flame beneath it, as he puffs off purple smoke rings from his nose.
"What's with the curse? You a Vindiigo?"
He bites a pipe. A match lighting a blue flame beneath it, as he puffs off purple smoke rings from his nose.
"What's with the curse? You a Vindiigo?"
"So a cannibal."
He doesn't even blink. The man's assumption seems, at first. Just an absent-mindedly delivered insult at the man's coyness. But it is moreso a deduction. Their pale appearance, poor posture. All can be consequences of a lack of proper nutrition that could come from cannibalism.
He doesn't even blink. The man's assumption seems, at first. Just an absent-mindedly delivered insult at the man's coyness. But it is moreso a deduction. Their pale appearance, poor posture. All can be consequences of a lack of proper nutrition that could come from cannibalism.
“Only one certain thing.” he sheepishly admitted, adverting his gaze. He’s incredibly hesitant to admit to what it is.
"So you can't eat at all?"
He sips the mug, quirking a brow.
He sips the mug, quirking a brow.
June 11, 2025 at 7:50 PM
"So a cannibal."
He doesn't even blink. The man's assumption seems, at first. Just an absent-mindedly delivered insult at the man's coyness. But it is moreso a deduction. Their pale appearance, poor posture. All can be consequences of a lack of proper nutrition that could come from cannibalism.
He doesn't even blink. The man's assumption seems, at first. Just an absent-mindedly delivered insult at the man's coyness. But it is moreso a deduction. Their pale appearance, poor posture. All can be consequences of a lack of proper nutrition that could come from cannibalism.
"So you can't eat at all?"
He sips the mug, quirking a brow.
He sips the mug, quirking a brow.
He sits up straight now that he’s starting to feel better, though years of bad posture leaves him with a natural slouch with his shoulders.
“Any food makes me ill, so its either that or starve.”
Too much time passes in-between deaths, so sometimes human food is just the next best thing.
“Any food makes me ill, so its either that or starve.”
Too much time passes in-between deaths, so sometimes human food is just the next best thing.
It's a fairly fast effect. Perks of magic and Alchemy, as the man shrinks the bottle with a whistle, pouring it into his own tiny mug.
"Whatever ya' ate. Stop it man. Can't be worth it."
"Whatever ya' ate. Stop it man. Can't be worth it."
June 11, 2025 at 7:11 PM
"So you can't eat at all?"
He sips the mug, quirking a brow.
He sips the mug, quirking a brow.