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#🞠🐦︎🞠 IC
0mirrored0gold0 · 2 years
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    Local Grimwalker twin is not doing well. Perhaps offer a kind word or touch?
    ( Or you can kick him while he’s down, that’s an option as well. )
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strangeswift · 1 year
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Some things Castle Byers may represent to Will:
His safe place
Childhood
Imagination
Creativity
The freedom to be himself in a space free of judgment
Being able to tune out the world around him. Escapism.
Finding comfort in his family, specifically Jonathan
Breaking away from his father's expectations/moving past his father leaving (He and Jonathan built it the night Lonnie left)
Now just....
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bizarrescribblez · 2 months
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dont hmu
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polyhexianchicken · 3 months
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M!A: Cluck Cluck! you are now a chicken for the next 24 hours.
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....
It's always a chicken. How creative.
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regularshcw · 3 months
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@pvachypessa // “Oh shoot! Sorry about that! Wasn’t looking where I was going. Here, I’ll get you a new jacket…” /For Margaret. Look This princesa needs females Friends! 🤣
First Meeting / Icebreakers
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" Oof - ! " She shook her head clear, realizing something had been spilled on her jacket. She was about to say something, but the other girl was apologizing, so Margaret decided to offer her a smile instead.
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" It's ok ! I didn't really like this jacket, anyways, it's scratchy. Are you ok ? "
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intcritus · 6 months
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Yomi didn't even hesitate. Launching himself over the table-top and reaching out to Ogun's arm to grip his bicep and yank him out the way of a flying debris heading in his direction. Twisting to throw the shoebill to the opposite side, he didn't blink or even flinch as his other arm, risen in the momentum, was torn off by the stone wall that had crashed through the dome of Doflamingo's bird house.
The sound was insane, a mess of everything and yet - Yomi's vision didn't falter, nor did he turn towards his injury. Instead, he moved again - unbothered to his wounds to instead step over to Ogun again. Reaching out this time to hold the bird's face in his hand with concern as the place seemed to buzz with life and the birds flutter in startled fear. "Go deep into the trees, Ogun-sama. Forgive my rough handling." Though his arm was pouring 'blood', the scent of it was lavender. It was purple. It was thicker than blood. Yomi didn't look pale at all, if anything, the shape of his pupils instead formed into hearts.
"Ezra-sama!" Yomi moved aside, looking towards the skies. "Round in the birds that have escaped!" He needed a hand for those - as he moved to step back, he didn't even take a moment to dodge his own pool of 'blood' and instead crouched down to pull his limb from under the rock wall's chunk by pushing the towering thing from its place and holding his arm over a shoulder. He was a mess - but at least Ogun-sama wasn't hurt.
He'd never forgive himself. "Seal the hole as fast as you can." He started as soon as several other being came running over. Yomi's features never changed even though they all seemed startled at his state. "I will go see to Doflamingo-sama. Some fool must have upset him. Ogun-sama, please, do not worry. I am fine and you are safe. That is all I wish for. Please, stay here and aid Ezra-sama in calming the other avians down. I will be back."
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Ogun didn't realize what was happening until Yomi-san pulled him out of the way of whatever came crashing down around them. Fear wasn't an emotion he like, but it was invoked in this moment at seeing the other hurt. It was so sudden and his heart felt like a hummingbird's, swift and terrifying. Usually, flight was his response rather than fight, but right now he felt frozen in time, looking at the spot where Yomi's arm used to be, the lavender ' blood ' ( some of it splashed into his feathers ) gushing from his stump. He startles, wings puffing up as his face is touched and he blinks at Yomi before giving a slow nod, brows furrowing.
Ezra took the sky at the call, flying around to the other avians, cooing to them and soothing their fear as he guided them deeper into the trees. He keep an eye on Ogun who had started to move and gesture to the others to follow him. The shoebill's movements were stilted, his expression carefully blank.
But Ezra knew his friend, he was terrified and confused and neither of those emotions did well with someone like Ogun. Swearing beneath his breath, he round up the last of them, gently guiding them into a small clearing, letting most of them take to the trees, finding comfort in the shade.
Once every one of the avians were calm, albeit confused and worried, Ezra took a look around, realizing he'd lost sight of his friend.
Ogun moved deeper into the aviary, seeking water. He had to get it out. Yomi was fine. He just picked his arm up and put it back. He was fine. Yomi was fine. Ogun was'nt fine. The phrases kept repeated as he buried himself into the water, washing at his feathers. He needed to get it out. Yomi was fine, Everything was okay. Everything was okay. There's a distant call to his name, the flap of wings and someone joining him in the water. But he's not done, there's still lavender there ( no, it's not ), it's covering every feather. A distressed, high pitched sound leaves him when his wrists are grabbed and it's not Ezra he sees, it Yomi but the image is distrorted. Fuck, it was fine. Everything was fine…until it's not.
Ezra's heart aches at the sight of Ogun attempting to wash his feathers, tearing them out when he sees something that's no longer there and he has to stop him. Dropping down, he sloshes through the small pond, reaching out and grabbing his friend's wrists, thumbs stroking at his wrists.
❝ ━ Ogun..look at me. See me. ❞ His voice is soft, but stern. He repeats himself once more until the other avian stops tugging at his wrists and meets his gaze, ❝ ━ He's okay. He went to go help Doflamingo-san, every one of us, is okay. Yomi-san, is alright. ❞ Ogun stares at him in distress for several moments, shoulders hitching up to his ears and Ezra tightens his hold on his riend's wrist, ❝ ━ Let them handle it. I promise when everything calms down, he'll come to us. Breathe with me, alright ? ❞
Placing one of those hands on his chest, he breathes deeply,in for four, then exhales, out for four. Ezra saw the extent of the damage to the birdhouse but that was minimal to their caretakers. Yomi looked okay and he's sure Doflamingo-san was alright, probably just annoyed by whoever bothered him. For now, he'd keep everyone carroled, and to keep a grounding hold on his friend, even as he slumped against him, the adrenaline leaving him. Ah, atleast their days were never boring, were they?
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buddy-arc · 9 months
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(Snaps @ Unca Pitaya)
What an adorable sight... to anyone watching. 
It was a single fish in the river, completely alone from the rest of it’s school. How it got separated from them, we don’t care to know. What we do know was that it was perfect for catching. In fact, Snaps was already on that, currently in dragon form and in a position that looked as if it was ready to pounce to grab the fish before they even knew what was happening. They was gonna get dat fishy, and show Unca Pitaya how good they’d gotten at hunting the since latter’s last visit. 
Getting down on all fours… and doing a catlike pre-pounce butt wiggle for a moment… and they jumped! And completely scared away the fish, causing them to splash right into the water. 
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The Baby dragon pulled themself out of the dirt at the bottom of the river, a bit annoyed that they didn’t catch the fishy. “Buuuuba…..”
the gigaton dragon lies nearby, bathing in the sunlight. it’s relaxing to be in a relatively isolated area where they didn’t have to look like a frail little cookie. it seems that the hatchling felt safe enough as well, since they are also romping about without a cookie’s concealing features. pitaya keeps one eye open to watch the little one, serpentine gaze locked onto them as they move about and pause in front of the river.
they recognize that posture. pitaya’s great maw curves in the dragon equivalent of a grin. snapdragon’s movements are too slow and they’re going for the wrong tactic. they miss the fish. that’s natural—they have a lot to learn. the great greenish-red dragon hauls themself to their feet, snorting out a puff of smoke.
“alright, you little sssscamp,” pitaya uses the stubbed part of their tail to scoop snapdragon out of the water, lightly dropping them on land. “i like your moxie, but if you really want ssssome gummy fillets, you’ll have to try harder then that!”
pitaya tilts their head to see the fish is trying to find its way back to its school. that won’t do. pitaya looms over the river and solidly places their front feet on either side of the area the fish is in, blocking off the river portion. this way, the little thing won’t get back to its school, and now snapdragon has a decent-size section of river to practice in.
“what you want to do to catch thesssse water-beassssts issss to sssstand in the water and sssstay sssstill. get all four of your feet in there, and wait for the fissssh to come close to you. then when it’ssss within range of your clawssss, you sssspear it! don’t try to grab it, jusssst try to stab it. undersssstand?” pitaya lowers their head and gently nudges snapdragon forward by a few inches. “give it another try.”
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dcwnrisen-aa · 10 months
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❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜ //Yomi @ Ezra
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the day was filled with cleaning, but it was something ezra enjoyed immensely. while yomi tended to the other birds, ezra made sure to clean the walls and window glass so it sparkled. he liked the feeling of fresh surroundings and taking up some of yomi's chores was therapeutic. it helped ezra focus on the happenings around him and give him a sense of accomplishment. after making sure there wasn't a speck of dirt anywhere atop, he landed safely beside yomi, ❝ ━ there's not much left to do. perhaps make a late lunch for doflamingo-san ? he'll probably be hungry when he comes. i gathered fresh fruit, maybe he'd enjoy some ? ❞ even with a exerted flush to his cheeks, ezra is more than content to continue working on any task given. the hawk has more than enough energy to spare.
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caracello · 1 year
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ii teared up like immediately. this js a really really really good berdly bot
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hexsided · 2 years
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“ g-... grounded? “
. . .
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he’s running .
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1980ssunflower · 1 year
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Hunter for character bingo :^)
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SON BOY MOMENT!!!!!
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0mirrored0gold0 · 2 years
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    And now there’s another name, another mystery as well. Belos said “Evelyn.” very clearly as he sought to crush Flapjack.
    “Caleb...and Evelyn...who are you both?”
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entitytcken-a · 2 years
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@crowstabbed​ asked: Smash or Pass: Jake for Meg, Dwight, and Claudette
Smash or Pass || ACCEPTING
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👟 “Mmm turning the tables now are we? Well... I’m love to smash you Jaybird~”
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🍕Dwight blinked in surprise and flushed a bit before smiling a tiny bit as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean... I wouldn’t object to smashing at all...”
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❀ Claudette smiled a bit shyly, bowing her head and couldn’t help but nod as she tucked a curl behind her ear. “I-I certainly do enjoy your company.”
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bizarrescribblez · 2 months
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Saw this post and wanted to make my own with the template they had 😭 my guys are totally normal tbh .
And heres the box in case anybody wanted to do it too :))
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polyhexianchicken · 7 months
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m!a: you gotta hug everyone you see for at least 10 seconds. lasts 24 hours
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"I'm gonna stand right here until it's over, sucker! I ain't approaching anybody!"
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lnteknd · 2 years
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“. . . Aren’t you supposed to write on a scroll with a quill and not your finger. . . ?”
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