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#Apologies for the wait
ashpaw-is-alone · 3 months
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moon 6 pt 2
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which oc belongs to who under the cut
in case you need a reminder: rimebat was ashpaw’s mentor
from left to right:
harehearing - @kraftyconnoissuer
pumpkinsplotch - @akthecharactercreator
starlingbloom - @fredkinnie
cometstar - @crumchylettuce
quillwhisper - @blazingmicah-wc
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little-pup-pip · 4 days
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hihihi :3 caan i request a male-leaning toki wartooth (metalocalypse) moodboard with a deco paci and lotsof cats and guitars ^_^ thank u!!!!
Here you go!!
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syrasenturi · 7 months
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For a ☕️
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mochalottie · 30 days
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He lies crumpled in a curled position. As if he’d just had enough cognisant thought before unconsciousness took him to not land on his mask and risk breaking the plexi-glass. His knees brought up to his chest, and his arms tucked up next to his head, Neytiri has a passing thought for how small he is, and how unnatural it is to see him so still. 
She bends her knees and crouches, peering at the boy with some curiosity. Reaching to ascertain the reason for his current state, she places the other hand on the ground to keep herself balanced, the clatter of wood as she drops her bow loud within the silence.
Her fingers get barely an inch within touching distance of his head, and suddenly Spider flinches. So badly, that Neytiri snatches her arm back, her brow puckering in some slight sort of worry, waiting for the child to awaken.  
But then he whines quietly, possibly from pain or discomfort, and his limbs work to relax again. His eyes don’t flutter, his breathing doesn’t change, and Neytiri moves forward to try again. 
Distantly, she feels the coarseness of his hair against her skin, but doesn’t notice any pressure of her fingers against his skull. Or the heat of it, it’s too faint to make out. 
She doesn’t fight against the sense of floating that’s overtaken her, just watches with mild interest as her hand parts his dreads, and reveals a nasty gash on the side of his head. It seeps blood, which trails down his neck and chest, but she knows from her training that head wounds look worse than they actually are. 
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pskyche · 2 years
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How about Sora and Strelitzia watering the plants?
I think it would be nice to see the two of them take up a hobby together.
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sweeties
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rainbowangel110 · 1 year
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@theres-got-to-be-more @haystarlight @imhumanguysiswear @el-fandom-birb @stars-and-birds @agrebel18 @bloodied-dagger @dreamondelphinus @mistypool @gakriele-lvs-blog
You all have consented to be thrown into the Hunger Games Simulator, (dw you won't actually die (I think)) and I'm very glad you're all here. I'm just gonna wait a little bit for others who were tagged (@idontliketomatoesleavemealone @angelcloves and @nautilus1954 plus some other people Dagger tagged) to also approve to be added.
In the meantime, I'll request if you guys can give me your preferred name and pronouns (Ex: Rainbow, she/her) cuz the sim unfortunately only uses the he/him she/her pronouns. I'll do my best to edit them in, and to those with neopronous, I apologize in advance if I use them incorrectly, I've never used them before 😅
I'll probably start today or tomorrow, depending on school and if we get more people in. Again, there's 24 slots for this, and we have 14 people (including me)
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emsprovisions · 1 year
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Maybe number 13 for Gus and Matt please
13: too loud
Matt would not shut up. Gus's head was throbbing and his boyfriend would not shut up. He was going on and on about something to do with Blademage. Or maybe it was giraffes. Gus couldn't quite focus.
He would normally be interested in everything this dumb boy had to say, usually clinging to his every word. But right now, he was being far too loud for Gus.
"–which is why I think that the evolutionary process of the sea slug is–"
"Hey Matty," Gus said, interrupting whatever tangent Matt was going on about.
"What, Augustus?"
"You're being too goddamn loud."
Gus grabbed Matt by the shirt collar and hauled him in, shutting him up the most effective way he knew how–by planting his lips firmly on his boyfriends'.
Matt spluttered against his lips, eyes wide, surprised and caught off-guard. Gus loved throwing his boyfriend for the loop like this. Loved how he never ever expected his kisses, even now.
Gus wrapped his arm's around Matt's waist, tugging him in closer, and Matt relaxed in his arms, their bodies breathing together as one. Matt's arms snaked around Gus's neck, his fingernails lightly scratching through his hair and along his skin.
Gus hummed against Matty's lips. This was already better. His headache was already dissipating under Matty's spell. His lips tasted like his fire-honey chapstick, and he was warm and soft. He was so intoxicating, Gus could never have enough of his impossible boy. Titan, he loved him so much. Even when he wouldn't shut up, even when he was surprised by Gus's surprise attacks.
Matt hummed against Gus's lips, his tongue darting out like he was testing the waters before he took control, which Gus gladly gave over. And then Matt's lips were dragging along his cheek and down his jaw, and his nose was buried against his neck, Matt's kisses like a brand on his skin.
"If you wanted me to shut up, you could've just said so, Porter," Matt breathed against his neck.
Gus released a sharp laugh. "Hey, my head hurts and I can't think straight, it seemed like the most effective way I could think of."
Matt pulled Gus back in for another kiss, "I could probably think of a few more."
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eorzeanflowers · 3 months
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Gold-1, Tin-1
(I’ll roll the dice for each question! So for starters… it’s the Archeologist!)
Gold - 1 - If your OC was called upon to arbitrate between the nobility (or an equivalent social elite) and the common people, on which side of the table would they be sitting during negotiations?
Archie is used to being an arbiter. She’s been around so long and seen countless disagreements between classes. Her current incarnation tries to be as neutral as possible, as she knows her words carry weight. But if she can make a deal that betters the common folk more than the nobility… well it’s an easy choice. She will push in that direction and hopefully not cause the deal to fall apart.
(and the second one is… newcomer Glifet!)
Tin - 1 - How quick is your OC to adjust to changing circumstances? Are they more likely to keep going with an existing approach or strategy, even though the situation has changed?
Glifet is very set in its ways. It has weathered too many years and is resistant to change. The whole free will thing it’s now got is still an adjustment for it. For the hunt however, it knows when to stop one approach to try another. It wants to complete its mission no matter what, so it has to be flexible there. Even if outside of hunting it is rather inflexible of an individual.
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emicat1159 · 1 year
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Okay, question time for Raziel. So basically you and Samael have great knowledge of the Universe, since your job is to translate it all on paper. Does this include possibly knowledge of let’s say….the Multiverse (multiple universes)? And let’s say in theory if someone from another universe was to magically cross paths into your universe, how would heaven react? Would everyone start freaking out or follow a protocol? (Sorry for asking so many questions 😅)
I am SO sorry I took so long to answer this, think I go through some art block or smth
I will try to get back on track with this au if people still care enough about it XD
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Heeeeeere u go
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spinarakiweek · 2 years
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hunterfromthewoods · 10 months
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Closed Starter
@luposcainus
When he'd first heard the snap, instinct had seized his muscles freezing him in place. His ears straining at attention and his gazed fixed in the direction of the noise. The immobility followed by a slow sweep as he forced himself to look around, forced himself a moment later to start to move.
Moving slowly, carefully as he mentally checked himself, checked the load he carried on his back in their shape-shifter enchanted leather packs. Made sure the weight was in the right place if he needed to run, it was, good. Good. The leathers of his armour work shimmering slightly as he continued to search.
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Continued for a time before he spotted further movement, dropped low and prowled slightly closer. "Hello?" He wide-sent telepathically. "I can hear you moving." Moving himself as he maneuvered to try and catch any scent, something successful a few moments later. Not that it helped him, he didn't recognize that sort of scent at all. "I've got your scent too, I know you're there."
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overthinkingtaleblr · 9 months
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Omg people have sent me asks and I haven’t been checking— I’m so sorry I’ll answer them today!!!
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ace-of-zaun · 2 years
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apologies for the little hiatus
i’ve been really sick with a fever but i think i’m on the mend now
i will return to my regular scheduling very soon! <3
-elsie x
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gravekeeper-anna · 1 month
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“Flowers?”
Séverè looked at the other Undead; a bountiful bouquet of wilted roses in hand. The dark abyss for his eyes stare at the Gravekeeper. The giant, slender figure looms above her. His inhuman height begging the question as to what he is. What else did the world do to him?
“Do you like them?” He asks in a quiet voice. It was lacking volume and strength behind it. He was undead and reanimated by the Apothecary. He was a walking medical experiment.
As one that often loomed over others on her march through Tirasfal, a look of blank surprise lingered in the lantern-like sockets of the pale face as it angled upward to view the quiet speaker. "Oh, my," was the Gravekeeper's response, a sepulchral echo from the throat, metallic in nature. Her sights dropped down to the bouquet offered, and her gauntleted fingers reached to take them as delicately as they could. Coincidentally, the withered roses nearly matched the crown of black, dried roses that encircled her head, like a funerary veil. Delight seeped into her otherworldly voice, where it could not be adequately expressed in the frame of her stony face. "Oh I do, I do~! Quite lovely!"
Vaguely resembling a Death Knight of Archerus with a few stabilizing augments of uncommon design, the bone wings stretching out from beyond her shoulders was perhaps the most dramatic of her features. One might have called the Gravekeeper a construct, but the spirit that haunted the vessel gave her physicality its own strange liveliness.
"You must be local...but not recently graveborn, hm? Must belong to one of the Apothecary..." the Keeper surmised, now taking in the other Undead at full view. "Why then, I don't believe we've met. Unless I'm mistaken?" She chuckled, a clicking of metallized vocal chords that breezed through her lips. "Are you a florist by nature, or is that your design in this life?'
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ghoulishundertakings · 2 months
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@demcnsinmymind liked for a starter
He isn’t familiar to her. Not that it’s such an odd thing these days, but it’s been a while since she’s met a real stranger. There’s no itch of recognition in her mind, like if she takes a step forward she’ll hit a wall of memories. It’s an imperfect system for remembering but it is what she has for the time being.
But it’s a bad day to find her. At least for most. Which is why she took a little more care in concealment — she hasn’t been to the house at all but no one has been by either, she’d feel the footprints on her ribs, the knocking on her scapula. However, those that freely enter wouldn’t be thrilled to see her without her face on. And it is literally off. There are no eyes in her head a good half of her skin has sloughed off with only the muscle to show. It looks like an anatomy lab cadaver decided to take a stroll.
Unfortunately, for whomever came across her. It was difficult to tell her macabre grin is a true smile and not a threat.
“Afraid you have caught me on a bad day,” she says though the voice doesn’t come from her mouth or even near her body. It sounds right next to him, as if she were at his shoulder. “Don’t worry though, I’m sure I can give you a hand with whatever you’re looking for — you are looking for something, right?”
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shady0220uwu · 2 months
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Can you please draw these incorrect quotes as bad sanses and error sans then ink sans?
Yeah, as I said in your other asks (dw I answered, they're just queued)
It might take long though before I post it because I don't really draw that often anymore, and even less in digital- I'm in somewhat of an art block unfortunately.
Plus I'm kinda busy and I don't really know how to draw them
But yeah, I take note of your request!
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