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(this is a all-character-friendly RP blog with many characters. Please be kind and patient with the mod.)
Mod: missmthespooky.tumblr.com
Mod is of age, so smut has been and will be occuring
Brothel AU: houseofthepaintedbeetle.tumblr.com
All other AUs will be moved to this blog for the time being so ask in "Name of AU Character: ???" form
Current M!A:
Relationships:
Cy: single
Once: dating Maladieus (ask-smogler)
AU Once: dating Soulless Onceler
Ethan: matesprit to Vaanes
Toy: single
Sorcer: single
Stuffie: single
Reflect: single
Sylphler: single
Sludgeler: in a polyamorous relationship with Greedler (ask-smogler) and Efim (third-cybrid-trio)
Towerler: Dating Smogler (ask-smogler)
Sephy: Married to Image
Image: Married to Sephy
King Candybug: Married to Techler (ask-smogler)
Beastler: Single
Warning: This blog may contain instances of oviposition, vore, stuffing, and mpreg. Be advised.
“Um well I took after my grandfather who is a Greedler like Mr.O” he said smiling “So I am a Greedler myself”
@askthefactoryoncelers
“Ah, okay. A Onceler from Oncelers.” She smiled softly, “Well, Mr. O will be down here soon. I’m making this soup for him, after all. well, both of us, actually, but he’s the only other one up at this point. You want some too? It’s a chicken noodle soup made fancy.”
“That does sound good you sure he won’t mind?” Split 2 asked smelling the air
Calista shrugged, “He’s used to sharing with me, so sharing with you, too, won’t be that big a deal.”
Her ladle filled a bowl full of veggies, herbs, and chicken shreds in a delicious broth. “Here, baby.”
There was a sound down the hall outside, like a door opening. “Ah, that’s the elevator. You’ll get to meet the man himself soon.” Calista didn’t seem concerned at all, getting out another two bowls.
“Um well I took after my grandfather who is a Greedler like Mr.O” he said smiling “So I am a Greedler myself”
@askthefactoryoncelers
“Ah, okay. A Onceler from Oncelers.” She smiled softly, “Well, Mr. O will be down here soon. I’m making this soup for him, after all. well, both of us, actually, but he’s the only other one up at this point. You want some too? It’s a chicken noodle soup made fancy.”
Calista led him into the kitchen and began to stir a pot of soup, “Well, that’s what I call him. He’s my boss, and he’s a pretty cool guy when he’s not drinking the family kool-aid.” She looked over her shoulder, “I’m the chef here, by the way. You look a lot like Mr. O, yourself, kiddo.”