The two watch over Casey for a day and the room is set on fire, theres like 30 spiders crawling around, Cali is screaming and trying to eat them, Mikey holding Casey up with his mystic chains as he floats and Casey is cheering for Cali to eat all the spiders
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This is very accurate. You forgot the part where Donnie is watching all this happen through a security camera in complete horror and amazement that they both managed to fuck up that bad
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:D I LOVE ROSESTRINGS
friends ocs, jett shredder (right) by @assigned-k9 ren and saidenox ostler (left) by @thewwholecircus primrose :3c
done mostly with colored pencil, little bit of alcohol markers
I.D [ two initial equal images with slightly different lighting of jett sitting in the air on the right side in the foreground of a piece of watercolor paper, she is slightly bashfully smiling while he's wearing a black button up with the sleeves torn off, a terracotta colored sweater vest, and black pants. on the background of the left side, sai sits on a dark wooden bench with squared mauve cushions while she is wearing a pale blue skirt and brown boots, the top surgery scars and rose on her collarbone creating scars are visible. sai's expression is a small giddy smile with eyes closed and eyebrows upturned. the background has blue horizontal colored pencil lines over a light blue. the other attached images are closeups of jett's tattoo and sai's face.] end I.D
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starter ♔ @crystalmarred - recovering botanist AU
' If you overdo it again, you're likely going to struggle for recovery. Give yourself enough time to rest. '
That's what the chirurgeon had said to him upon his short time awake in the bed beside him. Data couldn't quite remember how long he'd been there, but he remembered how he couldn't stop looking down at his bandaged shoulder, surrounded by nobody but the medics in the room and his pet dodo, Marv.
That's how it had to be now. When one did botany with such an intense passion as someone like Data, there was bound to be an accident.
As soon as his hatchet connected with the corner of the tree, something bent it, curving right up his arm and into his shoulder. He'd screamed in pain as patches of black spots colored his vision until he hit the ground. Data distinctly could recall the scent of leaves and dirt, and how wet the ground had been when he collapsed.
Months had passed and his recovery had left him with nothing short of a weak arm, and abrupt bouts of fatigue. His vision spotted every now and again but the biggest hurdle he had to face was being lonely; and feeling as though he could accomplish tasks at strikingly slow speeds.
However it wasn't until he woke up on the floor one moment, Marv hovering over him and mulch all about him, did he realize . . . he actually needed help. Being an independent garden nursery up in Old Sharlayan wasn't expected to be rather difficult. Seemed more impossible knowing that he was doing it solo.
Data could do the menial tasks, yes, but the other things that he truly wanted to do only prolonged his recovery and often stunted it. That's why he had found himself plastering ' HELP WANTED ' signs all about the city in the hopes someone would take him up on his offer. And for awhile, he'd become successful.
Awhile being a rather understatement. There was always something about what the tasks acquired that all four that had tugged at the poster on the walls . . . didn't wish to do. They didn't have the skill to fix something, or couldn't stand the smell of the composting worms.
He constantly said to cover their nose. One even said that Marv didn't even like them after they walked out of the flowered up door. The jingle of the bell at the knob indicating that he'd officially lost another one. Data rested his chin in his hand, fingers drumming against the table as his ears pinned downwards.
' Is it always this hard to find someone to help you? ' Data could hear himself speak to T'laqa Tia as he paced up and down the Studium. He was still holding onto the bag of herbs that he promised to transport to the Miqo'te. He'd yet to give them up, however. It wasn't until T'laqa's hand gently reached outwards to stop the other to grab the back, did he halt.
' Yes, actually, ' was the response. And it was a response that Data found himself mulling over weeks later as he shut the door to his little garden nursery:
Botanical Oasis
He locked the door, looking down at Marv as he scuttled across the carpet by his feet. It was lunch time, and Data always took Marv around these times. His teal eyes glanced through his glasses to his sign against the window:
Gone to Lunch at The Last Stand
Back in One Hour
Data made a mental note to set up another few posters across the way as he tugged on his satchel at his side, patting his hip so Marv could travel beside him. Data didn't think he'd get lucky this week, but he held onto hope that at least someone would see the poster and offer.
' HELP WANTED.
Tasks for any individual.
Botany Focused, no experience Needed
Payment can be Discussed '
"Maybe I'll get lucky today Marv," Data said as he sat down at an empty table in The Last Stand. He dug into his satchel and took out his sandwich and apples and fruits, followed by a book. Marv leapt onto one of the other empty seats, to which Data set out his own dish of treats. "It's okay if not, but I can't help but feel like maybe I should just do this all on my own. . ."
Sliding up his glasses from falling off his face, Data opened his book and grabbed for a piece of apple, prepared to silence himself into the confines of fiction, discouragement aside.
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i would like to introduce you to my new oc 5TR1P3S aka stripes
It is a creation made by Leo when he was mind meld with Donnie. But, never got finished and was abandoned in the garage never to be seen again or to be worked on, it started collecting dust and started to rust, it's missing plates from its arms and face. And it also missing half of its body
Ye, so it exist now
(edit, I digitilised it)
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