#✨{feathered and natural; (misty)

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⚠ - for misty! @theteufortcrew

Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse

Be it yours or mine.

@theteufortcrew

#theteufortcrew #✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #✨{𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔞; (𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭; (𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔰; (𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔰) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)

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     “Listen! It’s not my fault that I’m such a bad flyer! And it’s not my fault I have so many... things I can do!”

     “Maybe I’m just better than you.”

     “Y’know... I just got a pretty nice stock on poison arrows... They say their tips are dripping with iron... It’s great for handling Phoenixes...”

     “I take it back, nevermind--! I take everything back!”

#✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #✨{feathered fiend; (calypso) #// *they have a love hate relationship jhsdjsds #// *misty WISHES she could burn her enemies with fire #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔪𝔢 @ 𝔪𝔢; (𝔫𝔬𝔫-𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯)

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Birds of a Feather - closed

@videogamer382

     It had been a long day for Fadiyah with delivering letters to other fellow avian-folk. As for the start of the day, it had been more quiet than the past few weeks. Letters began stocking up from other refugee areas being sent to their location. She kept tab on who came and who left, making sure just about everyone received their letters. Since the war had ended, there were so many refugee camps all scattered around the country. Most avian folk were affected by the outcome of the long-lasted war. For Fadiyah, it was heart-breaking to see such things. But, to keep her composure, she had to keep to her work.

     She kept herself posted in front of one small nest, only built to keep one person warm and sheltered from this god-forsaken war. It was home to Misty, one of the more unusual-appearing harpies. Fadiyah herself was not a harpy; she was a ‘Roc’, an avian subspecies that were senders of letters. 

     “Let us see here...” She shuffled through her bag of assorted letters that hung on her shoulder. “...here we are.” Raising one hand, she knocked on the makeshift door to the nest. “For Misty Cross?”

     Within the nest, it rustled and a shorter, gray-feathered Harpy revealed herself from within the nest. Her head popped out curiously, as if she had ears perking up from her name. Based on her appearance, she was in fact unusual-looking. Her hair was of pure white color, no faltering strands of hair that were any different. She had an eyepatch covering her left eye with a large, noticeable scar that could be seen on top and below the eye-patch. Her other eye was Gold, but the sclera within her eye was completely black. 

     “Anythin’ for me, madam?” She perked up.

     Fadiyah sighed, “I have a few letters for you right here from your folks back home. I am quite sure you will be itching to read them, yes? Keep yourself posted for more. They are sure to send some again.”

#videogamer382 #✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #✨{motherly avian; (fadiyah) #// *here u go #// *ouo #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱; (𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔳; 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰} #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶)

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@shootingxstardust liked for a starter from Misty!

     “Where am I now?”

     The harpy stretched out her wings, lightly scratching her head with one clawed hand and unsure of where she exactly was... The people around her were much taller than her, making it rather difficult to even see over people. Her appearance made her stick out like a sore thumb, however.

     Where was she?

#shootingxstardust #✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱; (𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔩; (𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔳; 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰}

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SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS.

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨  &.  𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭.    suburban  july.  scraped  knees.  bruised  knuckles. blood  in  your  teeth.  bare  feet  on  hot  concrete.  restlessness.  your  high  school’s  empty  parking lot.  love  poems  in  your  diary.  a  window  open  to  coax  in  the  breeze.  burning  inside.  an  ill - fitting  party  dress. a  t - shirt  you  cut  up  yourself.  the  time  you  tried  to  give yourself  bangs. biking  to  your  friends  house. bubble  gum. gas station  ice.  the  feeling  that  you’ve  met  before.  rebellion.  a  car  radio  playing  down  the  street.  cheap  fireworks. a  heart  drawn  on  the  inside  of  your  wrist  with  a  sharpie.  switchblades.  red  solo  cups.  dancing  in  your  bedroom.  screaming  yourself  hoarse.running  out  of  options.  the  forlorn  looking  basketball  hoop  at  the  end  of  a  cul - de - sac. climbing  onto  your  roof  at  night  while  your  parents  are asleep. flip - flops.  a  eulogy  written  on  loose - leaf. the  merciless  noontime  sun.

𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐭.   speaking  in  a  whisper.   holding  your  breath. a  browning  garden. a  half  remembered  story. furniture  covered  with  sheets. fog  at  dawn,  mist  at  twilight. losing  touch.  the  ethereal  space  between  winter  and  spring.  the  soft  skin  at  your  temple.  the  crack  in  the  hallway  mirror.  things  you’d  say  if  you  knew  the  words. uncombed  hair.  books  with  writing  in  the  margins.  books  with  cracked  spines.  books  with  lines  scratched  out. prayers  on  all  souls’  day.  a  chipped  ceramic  bathtub. a  cold stone  floor.  the  uncomfortable  awareness  of  your  own  heartbeat. the  sparrow  that  got  in  your  house.  shadows. the  creek  you played  in  as  a  child.  a  dirty  night  gown.  an oversized  t - shirt. a  collection  of  your  favorite  words.  soil beneath  your  nails. ghost  stories. the  strangeness  of  your  own  name  in  your  mouth. deep  silence.  exhaustion. a  cliff  with  a  long,  long  drop  down.

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐭𝐡  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.   wicker  deck  furniture.  new  england  summer.  large  sunglasses  and  a  blonde  bob. a  storm  over  the  ocean. patio  umbrellas  flapping  in  the  wind.  the  smell  of  chlorine. muffled  laughter.  sarcasm.  starched  cuffs.  day  drinking.  bay  windows. the  idea  of  love.   love  for  the  idea  of  love.  love  for  love’s  sake.  hangovers.  wandering  over  the  sand  dunes.  a  vagabond  with  a guitar.  fishermen  with  tattoos.  a  pretty boy  with  a  slacked tie.  a  lighthouse.  growing  too  close. boat shoes. feeling  yourself  change. big,  floppy  sunhats. double - speak. a  song  you  keep  listening  to.  turning  red  under  their  gaze.  margaritas  drank  on  an inflatable  pool  lounger.  string  lights  on  a  balmy  night.  sleepy  june  days.  fights  you’re  unprepared  for. hope  you  weren’t  expecting.  pranks  that  go  too  far.  bad  poetry.  pining.  becoming  less  of  a  stranger.

𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡.   the  space  where  your  grief  used  to  be.  a  bird  that’s  lost  an  eye. old  blood  stains.  heavy  blinds.  the  smell  of  sweat.  the  stillness  after  a  battle.  a  fake  smile. a  curse. the  taste  of  metal  at  the  back  of  your  tongue. your  house,  unfamiliar  in  the  dark. a  dusty  crib. the  smell  of  sulfur.  an  orange  pill  bottle.  streaks  in  the  sink.  a  black  cocktail  dress.  your  hand  on  the  doorknob,  shaking. a  chilly  breeze.  crunching  from  the  gravel  driveway  on  a  moonless  night. clenched  hands.  a  rusty  swing  set.  a  flashing  digital  clock  stuck  on  12 : 00.  a  snake  that crosses your  path. an  owl  that  watches  you. a  dog  that  runs when  you approach. red  smoke, dark  clouds.  cool  steel. tile  floors. footsteps  in  the  hallway  late  at  night. a  baggy  suit  that  used  to  fit  before.  visions.  insomnia  headaches. nursery  rhymes.  being  too  far  in  to  go  back  now.

𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐚𝐝𝐨  𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.   the  high  drama  of  small  towns. a  pickup  truck.  military  supply duffel  bags  in  the  hall,  hugs  all  around. tulip  bulbs. a wraparound  porch.  a  pitcher  of  iced  tea.  a  rubber  halloween mask.  someone  on  your  level.   ill - timed  proclamations.  stomach  clenching  laughter. rushing  in. not  minding  your  business.  crepe  paper.  white  lies.  secrets  written  down  and  thrown  away.  southern  hospitality.  homemade  curtains  in  the  kitchen.  a  sink  full  of  roses.  hiding  in  the  bushes. old  friends.  the wedding  dress  your  grandma  wore,  and  her  mama  before her.  a dog - eared  rhyming  dictionary.  chamomile  with  honey.  the intimacy  of  big  parties.  lawn  flamingos.  gossip.  a  crowded  church. friendly  rivalries.  unfriendly  rivalries.  stuff getting  real.  love  at  five  hundredth  sight.  not  realizing  you’re  home  until  you’re  there.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫.   cement  block  buildings.  power  lines  that  birds  never  perch  on. the  end  of  the  world.  useless  words.  rainless  thunder,  heat  lighting,  a  too  big  sky.  arthritic  knuckles.  broken  glass.  chalk  cliffs.  the  pulsing  red - black  behind  closed  eyes.  something  you  learned  too  late.  wet  mud  that  sucks  up  your  shoes  while  you  walk. a  cold  stare. empty  picture  frames. empty  prayers.  the  obscenity  of  seeing  your  parents  cry.  a  treeless  landscape.  bloody  rags.  grappling  in  the  dark  with  reaching  hands. the sharpness  at  the  the  tips  of  your  teeth. the  blown  out windows  of  a  skeletal  house. decay. jokes  that  aren’t  jokes.  biting  your  tongue. prophecies.  aching  muscles,  tired  feet. stinging  rain. invoking  the  gods.  wondering  if  the  gods  are  listening.  worrying  that  the  gods  are  dead. white  noise.  shivers.  numbness. the  unequivocal  feeling  of  ending.

𝐚  𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫  𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬  𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.   the  smell  of  wet  soil  and  dead  leaves. listening  to  music  on  headphones  with  your  eyes  closed. wildflowers.  the  distant  sparkle  of  lightning  bugs.  fear  that  turns  into excitement.  excitement  that  turns  to  frenzy. mossy  tree  trunks.  a  pair  of  yellow  eyes  in  the  darkness. night  swimming.  moonlight  through  the  leaves. a  bass  beat  in  your  chest.  a  butterfly  landing  on  your  nose.  a  kiss  from  a  stranger.  a  dark  hallow  in  an  old  tree.  glow  in  the  dark  paint. drinking  on  an  empty  stomach. a  twig  breaking  behind  you.  spinning  until  you’re  dizzy. finding  glitter  on  your  body  and  not  remembering  where  it  came  from.  an  overgrown  path  through  the  woods.  cool  dew  on  your  skin. a  dream  that  fades  with  waking.  moths  drawn  to  the  light.  giving  yourself  over,  completely.  afterglow.  the  long,  loving,  velvety  night.

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#✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #goobuster #long post #✨{𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔩; (𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫) #✨{𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥-𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢; (𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢; (𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔢)

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// *I'm stuck at school but take these doodles while I wait to head home

// *(bottom two were done for Art)

#✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #✨{spontaneous vampire; (luna) #✨{witch and doe; (danielle) #✨{the goddess of monsters; (teramatr) #✨{little brown squeaks; (willow) #✨{gentle scientist; (harriet) #harriet jekyll #jekyll and hyde #// *yes that says 'the red rat' on one pic #// *i tried designing it but didnt have enough time #✨{𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔞; (𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔞; (𝔪𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔤) #✨{𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔱𝔠𝔥; (𝔪𝔲𝔫’𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔱)

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“It’s not every day I see a green owl lose its marbles. That... bird scares me.”

#✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #// *this is from 5 hours ago but whatevs #// *duolingo owl i'm looking at you #// *(eyes emoji) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰; (𝔡𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔶)

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📜 Misty?

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> Misty loves to dress up. She loves getting into costumes and playing as characters she’s seen from TV shows, movies, or video games. Most of the costumes she has she’s put together.

#✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #// *thank you for sending! #thegrumpykidneyeater #✨{𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔩; (𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)

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*audible stretching birb noises*

#✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢; (𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫)

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🔪😏🏊

Ask muse how good they are at..

🔪 - melee weapons

“I’m decent when it comes’ta usin’ handheld weapons. My papa taught me how to use ‘em against intruders. My mama wasn’ too fond of me usin’ ‘em, tho’.”

😏 - lying

“Mmm... I wouldn’t say I’m the best, but I can say I’m quite experienced in that field.”

🏊 - swimming

“I can’t swim... at all. My feathers get all soaked and I sink in whatever body o’ water I’m in. But I can keep myself floatin’ on water when necessary.”

#✨{navajo skinwalker; (dakota) #✨{hidden khajit; (serenity) #✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #chaxtic-love #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)

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✭✭✭✭! for anyone

FOR EVERY PERSON THAT SENDS ME ✭ I WILL GIVE YOU A RANDOM HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE.

> Luna has a big crush on Metztli. She loves people who are physically strong, tall, or just big overall.

> Misty loves ice skating. To add onto this, she’s a monster at ice hockey. She is very scary to play against, but seems to play passively. Most of the time, she plays goalie (mainly because she takes the advantage of using her wings).

> Vivian often has recurring dreams of the Changeling Queen attempting to talk to her. Although, since she’s blocked her out, the dreams are repeats.

> Tona is another avid gamer, but plays much more often compared to Iris. They both play video games, but haven’t had the time to play against each other.

#✨{spontaneous vampire; (luna) #✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #✨{changeling princess; (vivian) #✨{lazy scales; (tona) #wiire #✨{𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔩; (𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)

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“oh  god,  no.  this  is  more  boring  than  taking  a  shit.” - @theteufortcrew (tobias @ misty)

THE  GUILTY   (2021)   SENTENCE  STARTERS.

     “Listen, I care for my weapons to actually work than to let ‘em rust and break,” she grumbled. “Your stuff needs fixin’ too. Sorry I’m ‘taking my time’.”

     The young harpy had to care for her weapons as they weren’t administered by Mann Co. themselves. How they formed her bows didn’t have the same touch and often ruined her aim. For the sake of this, she has stuck with her old weapons for years, making them easier to use but refusing to take what’s new.

     “Mine works better than most bows, and I’m not takin’ some compacted bow over mine.”

#theteufortcrew #✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔰; (𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔰) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢) #✨{𝔳; 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔰}

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@theteufortcrew​ continued from here

     The fellow Sniper squinted at the Spy, continuing to repair her Huntsman. She had a few extras in case this one were to snap, but this one was the oldest one she had. She intended to use it up until it snapped, which wouldn’t be for a while.

     In the back of her mind, she had a feeling he intended to do that little knowledge check. It was all in how she dressed and how she presented herself. Unlike most of the people on the team, most of the attire they wore couldn’t fit her. She resorted to shorts or skirts, as pants and shoes could not be worn on her scaled legs and talons. They easily tore through the fabric. Her wings needed space and sleeved shirts wouldn’t work, so Misty had to wear loose spaghetti-strap tees and sleeveless jackets to compensate for the space her wings needed. She looked messy and not well dressed, so it was no surprise that she was often asked if she was even in the right place.

     “...thanks,” she responded. “I didn’t really expect to get a knowledge questionnaire thrown at me today. Guessing you thought I was just a kid, huh?”

#theteufortcrew #✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #// *tobias is like 6 yrs older than her lmfao #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; (𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔲𝔢) #✨{𝔳; 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔰} #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶)

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🔫 Team Fortress 2

Send me 🎮 + the following for our muses to play a game together

🔫: Shooting game (e.g. call of duty)

“Holding a mouse is... kinda hard.” Misty mumbled, trying to hold the computer mouse in one clawed hand. Pressing keys weren’t much of a problem for the Harpy, but mice were very hard to hold. Especially when she has small thumbs that barely hold anything.

“O-Okay, now Sapphire knows how to play this game... although, I got a feelin’ I’ve seen this before..”

#✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #askthegillitiewoodsdeity #// *hmmmm potential fourth wall break??? #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)

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Unholy Trinity (feat. Vera, Misty, and Xylia) I’ll get to coloring these eventually once I have the time + finishing the other pieces of art. (base is from this post)

#a work of art : mun's art #✨{feathered and natural; (misty) #demon brat : xylia #servant of death : vera

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Misty has an extremely important thing to say.

#get back to work! : ooc #a work of art : mun's art #✨{feathered and natural; (misty)