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charismabee · 4 months

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Thinking about the Hunted and the Paranoid They'd be such a force to be reckoned with if one of the others got hurt (assuming separate bodies for my convenience). They'd both immediately be in protective mode because a) injured member of the flock, susceptible to preditors, must protect until healed and b) if its not properly treated it might get worse, it might get infected and then they'll die and a piece of the group will be lost and then they'll all start dying and everything will be terrible forever.

So whoever is injured is dragged to the nest or whatever place is currently safest to be fussed over by the Paranoid while the Hunted watches over them. I can see the Hunted being like 'I'll protect you' and sitting on top of them, covering their body like an overprotective blanket while Paranoid worries over them being crushed or suffocated by the protective cuddle. They're fine Hunted is like 90% fluff and feathers. Not that heavy, perfect blanket. Everyone who isn't injured has to avoid them because Hunted will lash out if you get too close to the injured person he's protecting, abs then they get stuck in there with the injured person because they've been scratched.

I can see the others reacting in a variety if different ways to this.

Hero, Broken, Opportunist, and Smitten would probably enjoy the attention.

Hero a bit more bashful and grateful for the help even if its excessive which it probably is.

Broken being a mix of shocked that anyone would be nice to him and mopey about how he doesn't deserve it and what's the point in helping him. He's just going to get hurt again later anyway.

Opportunist takes the opportunity (ha) to get attention and affection and conformation that everyone likes him because let's be honest with ourselves he may act cocky but that man is desperate.

Smitten is a weird one. He's the type to be all 'these five stab wounds are nothing in the face of my dedication and love', but he probably loves being taken care of. He would prefer if it was the princess though.

Cold and Skeptic would just put up with it.

Cold doesn't care enough to stop them, though he will tell them that he's fine and they're being stupid and his broken arm isn't a problem, pain isn't a bad thing, they don't believe that and Paranoid tries yet again to explain to him why pain is bad.

Skeptic knows it's excessive but he also knows it'll soothe their worries if he lets them confine him to the nest for a week. He can do his philosophy in there it isn't a huge deal for him. He gets to pester them about the inner workings of their minds while he's there too, enrichment.

Cheated, Contrarian, and Stubborn would complain the whole time.

Cheated would so be a whiner about the whole thing. He hates being hurt, and he hates being taken care of even more. It's like an admission that whatever hurt him won. Which it didn't. He'd be even more upset if they didn't fuss over him though because that wouldn't be fair.

Contrarian would hate being stuck in one place for an extended period of time. Just knowing he's not allowed to leave makes him want to really bad, plus he gets bored easy and Hunted keeps puffing up and hissing at everyone until they leave so he can ensure Contrarian is safe so he only has these two worryworts to talk to and they're no fun to wind up because they're too busy fussing to react to his japes and such.

Stubborn would hate being seen as weak. He doesn't need to be protected or patched up, he's stronger than that. They'd still get him to let them do it, but like the Skeptic it's only for their piece of mind. He still complains the whole time.

Hunted would hate being injured and having Paranoid fuss over him. He doesn't like staying still. He'd probably sit through it though because he's objective enough to understand that if injured he does need to heal. After all, how will he evade preditors if injured?

Paranoid I could see appreciating the Hunted watching over him. He'd patch himself up tho, no one is getting near him while he's hurt, Hunted helps keep everyone else away though so it works.

#slay the princess #the voices #voice of the paranoid #voice of the hunted #I woke up with thoughts #Going to go back to sleep but I felt I needed to write this out. It possessed me #They're such guys #spinning them in my head #Love imagining them in like a house #Just doing things #They deserve to do things in a house they've been though so much #Hunted does the bird thing where he gets real floofy to scare everyone off #This works on the Hero and no one else #He's doing a great job #edited to fix spacing #I swear I put spaces last night but whatever

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tai-janai · 1 month

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Reunite

Path 9: Rest

(Chapter Select)

Voice of the Hero:

There we go.

You flinch, and your eyes bolt open. You quickly take in your surroundings; Door, windows, table, blade.

This cabin seems... almost normal. A little off, maybe. Perhaps more like a shed than a cabin. You grab the blade's echo once again. Though its form wavers, you hope it can still handle how much you depend on it.

Voice of the Hero:

You alright? We're all... jumpy.

You are admittedly on edge after saving the last Being. The uncanniness of the cabin isn't helping either. You can only hope the next one isn't dangerous, but you feel the need to prepare.

Voice of the Hero:

Well... If you're ready. Waiting up here never gets us very far.

You take a step towards the off-center door. Your hand extends to the handle, but something makes your body flinch.

You quickly turn around, searching for a threat, your grip tightening on the hilt of the echo. You hear the Voice breathing heavily in your mind.

"What? What is it?"

Voice of the Hero:

One of me is... We need to get back to the cabin!

"What are you talking about? We're in a cabin!?"

Voice of the Hero:

N-not you! Agh! O-one of me is-! I-I... hold on.

There is stressed silence as you hold on. Your hold on the echo pales your knuckles. The Voice is searching.

Voice of the Hero:

The one in the water. The second one we saved. I'm no longer with him.

"What!?"

Voice of the Hero:

We found the edge of... something. There was something there and I... I don't know. I'm not there anymore. I don't know if he is, either. I just have a feeling.

"What can I do from here?"

Voice of the Hero:

Well... I don't think we can... I think we just have to keep going. I'll try to get to the edge in their "worlds," too.

"But you said you're disappearing from those worlds. Is that really okay?"

You feel the present moment, like the Voice in your head refocuses on You.

Voice of the Hero:

I'm okay, really. I know, above everything, I'm here with You.

"You were very panicked."

Voice of the Hero:

I know, I know. I'm sorry for scaring you. It felt weird to lose a part of myself like that, but no weirder than gaining a new part. I just wasn't expecting it.

With a quick exhale, you turn back around to the door. Your nerves are shot, but you have to focus. You open the door and enter into the stairway down.

The steps are a bit strange; at uneven intervals, some even slant. They are dirty, or perhaps they are made of dirt. The way down is more narrow than it had ever been. You feel confined.

With shallow breaths, you reach the "basement."

Everything looks and feels wet. There is a mass of foliage everywhere you look. Bright, large leaves hang down around you. It is all just plants, covered in droplets of dew. You can't see the end of the room, or even the sides.

You can't even take in the beauty of it.

Voice of the Hero:

This place... it's honestly gorgeous.

Well, you can't. You feel wired. Where is the Being? The end of the room is obscured, there is no sound.

You.

A voice, whispering but thunderous, crashes through you like a gust of wind.

Voice of the Hero:

Shit, shit, what do we do?

Your eyes dart around. No leaves rustle, no wind shifts, no chains crackle. There is a Being here. Where? You are watched.

Then, there are chains clattering. Unfortunately, from every corner of the room, they sound like metal across grass.

Silence. You hardly breathe, just to hear anything. The whoosh of something - a tail. It is about to pounce.

You dash into the chaparral, quick on your feet and keeping the blade locked in your hand. The tighter you grip the nothingness, the less you trust it.

Nevertheless, it gets you. You don't see much, only a shimmering glitter of metal - does it have a knife? - and then something is torn off of you.

A violent tear rips through you, a pain so intense you hope it goes numb. Has it taken your arm?

You reach to feel the part of you overwhelmed by blinding pain, but everything is there. No blood, not even a wound.

The space in your mind has been emptied. The Being took the Voice away. You breathe heavily, but you are trying to quiet yourself. You feel sick.

From somewhere else, the other you speaks quietly. You realize he is talking to the creature.

The Hero:

It's okay, we're not trying to hurt you- What? I am whispering. Aah-!

You hear his feathers rustle and he is taken someplace else.

This feels unfair. You can't even get a good look at the creature, how are you meant to have a conversation with it?

"Come out and show yourself!"

You reek of the enemy.

Its voice chills your bones. Your arm hasn't recovered. You didn't realize when it happened, but you dropped the blade when it first attacked you.

"Don't you want to leave?"

There is the sound of crinkling leaves and sticks.

My home was safe when you were gone.

You feel its gaze once again. You whip your head around to search, and catch a glimpse of reflected light high in the trees.

It is far away, perched on a branch. You only see the glint of four- no, three eyes. The fourth is its tail, something reflective, swaying below it. You can't make out anything else in the distant darkness.

The chains you know are holding it make no noise as it leaps off of its branch, back into the obscuring grove.

You don't know what to do. It doesn't seem keen on conversation, it just wants you to leave.

"Can I have my guy back?"

It is safe and resting, though it speaks delusion. You may look like Us, but you speak differently. Your voice attached these chains to me. Your will shut the world out.

It is everywhere and nowhere at once. Leaves only jostle around you. The creature is ever silent.

"I didn't. I don't remember doing that."

It is true you are different. You have changed, but, so have I.

Through the trees, you see it move. You can barely tell, every step is fluid and noiseless.

It shows itself to you between trunks and leaves. A large, quadrupedal, furred thing. Two large eyes squint at you, but a third smaller one between them remains wide open, unblinking. Two large pointed ears start off laying flat, but prick up at you. Its whole body is emaciated, bones showing through thinner patches of fur. Each of its legs comes to harsh, bony ends, rather than paws or claws. You can't tell how long it is, its lower half is still hiding in the thicket. As you thought, the large, dark chain is clamped around its neck, like all the others.

You are mourning and fear, not guilt or regret. Has your memory truly been wiped?

It is gone again. It elects to ignore its own questions.

No matter. You are something other. I have someone with me now, I don't need anything else.

You catch another flash of reflected light through the leaves.

Thank you for such an adequate nest, warden. But I know it is only a comfortable cage.

"But I want to get you out of this cage... I didn't put you here."

You hear a thump behind you, and you turn to it. In the small clearing you stand in, the creature sits mere feet away from you, another half of you on height. It stares down at you with the slightest tilt of its head. You see its tail now; a long, fur thing with a sharp, curved blade sticking out of the end of it. The tail is at rest, curled up against the creature's thin body.

You are no threat. Were you, before? Where I was made strong, were you weakened?

It lowers its head to you. You saw glimpses of sharp incisors when it spoke.

From off in another corner in the room, you hear the other you shout. You can't exactly tell where, but the Being immediately rushes back into the jungle. It makes almost no noise aside from the sound of fur. The dew it disturbs with its bound make it look like it left glitter in its wake. It's a bit disorienting.

The Hero:

Th-They found each other! Another one of me got to the edge, two of the ones we saved are together!

"How lovely. Can you get back to me, now??"

The Hero:

Um...

He pauses. You take a single step.

The Hero:

N-no? I don't think he'd, uh, like that.

With a grunt of frustration, you instead refer to the Being.

"Will you please come out?? What's the point if you just keep hopping away, what do you want??"

I want you to leave.

"Wouldn't you like, I don't know, a break from all of this?"

You sense its presence.

My "break" was when you were gone.

You whip around again. You notice yourself getting dizzy.

"I just want to break that chain. That's okay, right? You said I put it on you."

And you denied it.

Two eyes squint at you.

"I'm done arguing with you, I just want to help you."

You are spineless.

You find that a bit rude. The Being doesn't know what you've been through. It stands and begins to circle you, weaving between tree trunks and overgrown bushes. You do not stop tracking it with your eyes.

And altering. You were afraid when you first invaded this place. My teeth are no less sharp.

"You can kill me, but I'll come back. Every time."

It does not respond.

"I'll come back and I'll keep trying. You deserve freedom, the same as anyone. Even if that just means no metal on your neck."

It steps closer once again.

There is no backing to your claim of returning from death. You don't even believe it yourself.

The creature bares fangs at you, and you flinch away. But it was only a scare, and it turns its head.

If I called your bluff now, and things don't go as you say, you will no longer exist.

"I'll have... done all I could."

It leans towards you. You can feel its breath.

Would that be enough for you?

You reach out. It smells your hand. You brush against the whiskery fur on its face.

"If it meant... you were free."

That will get you killed.

Its eyes close, except for the one in the center that remains unblinking.

"Will you trust me, then?"

It steps back, and its eyes reopen.

You have no key. You may not have a distinct smell, but I'd know a key if you had it.

"I don't, you're right. I don't need one."

Its ears pin back again.

The other you calls out once again, trying to convince the Being.

The Hero:

I know you think I'm crazy, but could you just listen to him for a second? Everyone says its so nice to have a normal body.

The creature squints, unconvinced. You have to admit yourself, the Other does sound a little crazy.

"I just need an ounce of trust from you. You have to believe I will free you."

All I've known you to do is hurt me and then grovel when I take a part of you. I will not excuse what you've done, nor my reactions to it.

"I'm not asking to be excused. What you think I've done doesn't deserve your forgiveness. I just want you to see my effort, and that I'll do anything to help you now."

The Being turns its head to the side. For the first time, you hear the chain rattle with its movement. There is a still, chilling pause. You realize how heavily you were breathing.

Will it hurt?

"... Nobody else has said it does."

That isn't very reassuring.

You don't know what else to say. You have tried your best.

But, it can tell.

It bows its head, and the chains clink.

First, it is just the leaves shifting from some gust of air, but then, there are the feathers. You watch the Being cower for a moment as the plumage closes in on it. The room finally gains the sense of life it hadn't had as all of the leaves sway, disrupted by the wind the feathers brought with them. The chain falls to the grass. The feathers shrink the creature. After a heart-wrenching moment, they disappear into the leaves. A thing that looks like you is left behind.

This one is noticeably smaller. Stunted wings and scales in a pattern that disrupt its form like camouflage. It quickly finds its bearings in its new body. It sees you with wide eyes. After a spare, unsure moment of hesitation, it quietly retreats into the underbrush.

"H-hey-!"

You chase after it on quiet feet. You don't want to scare it, but you don't want to lose sight of it, either. Fortunately for you, its new-old body isn't as fit for these surroundings as the larger body was. It's scales are too bright, its claws leave too many traces.

It stops at a clearing. It picks something up... Your echo. It turns to look at you for a moment. You realize it is making sure you follow it. It dashes back into the leaves. Knowing it isn't running from you keeps the pep in your step. You pass through many dark, damp areas, until... you reach a corner.

A large nest of soft leaves and bark fills your vision, and the other you is sat there waiting like a newly hatched baby bird. He lights up seeing you and the new one. He hops to his feet, feathers fluttering elatedly.

The Hero:

Oh, you two are okay, thank goodness. I always get so scared when I'm not with you, even if they're treating me nicely. The furball really didn't want me coming anywhere near you.

The Hunted:

Fear is good. Unease shouldn't be ignored.

You are a bit thrown off by the whispery quality of its voice, but you are more concerned for it than anything.

The Hero:

You're right, you're right. Always gotta be careful. Do you feel better now?

The new one adjusts the grip it has on the echo.

The Hunted:

I'm small again. And this... thing, it isn't as corporeal as the claw I had.

The Hero:

Don't worry about being small, and... The blade? What do you mean, not "corporeal?"

The Hunted:

This one understands.

It looks at you with wide eyes. You don't expect the sudden solidarity, but you nod.

It walks over to you, squinting unsurely. Its head tilts, less than a foot away from you.

The Hunted:

Even now, your scent continues to fluctuate.

You don't know what that means. It takes a few steps over to the other you, and repeats the same close-distanced process.

The Hunted:

This one is me, even before I tore him from you. That is why I believed him to be me. You are partially me, but partially something else.

"Well I can't really help that."

It circles the Other.

The Hunted:

I thought you would appreciate my reasoning. This one said you want answers.

The Hero:

Don't you?

You sigh.

"I do... I do. Thank you. And thank you for trusting me."

The Hunted:

Was there an option to not have given in to your determination?

It tilts its head and questions you in a way you can't discern is sarcasm or not.

"That's not what I mean, I'm just grateful."

The Hunted:

I'm free from the chain. Will you leave, now?

The Hero:

Oh, yes.

He turns to face the new one and smiles softly. He gestures to the blade's echo with reasonable distance.

The Hero:

Do you mind if I borrow this? I'll give it right back.

With perplexed hesitation, it slowly obliges, placing the blade in the other you's open hand. Penetrating eyes look to you.

The Hunted:

He is going to kill you?

"Pretty much."

The Hero:

We've got... someone else to save. It might... It might be close to over.

The new one doesn't understand, but he doesn't push.

The Hero:

And we'll find a way to get the others to you. Or, you to the others. There are some I'm sure will love you.

Its face doesn't change, but the small wings on the new one do react with a small, excited twitch.

The Hunted:

No use waiting, then.

You are put off by its straightforwardness, but you face the other you.

The Hero:

Are you ready to go? Can you feel it? I feel an end somewhere nearby.

"Somewhat. Might as well finish up."

It smiles softly, contrasting the ominous blade in its hands.

The Hero:

They're all happy. We just have to close it out.

It raises the knife.

You wonder if you'll get that happiness, too, as the blade cuts into your chest.

It's good they're happy. You're succeeding, but... Everything goes dark.

#right. is that obvious enough for ya?#hope not too much so ...#anyway WOOOO WE'RE GETTIN CLOSE FELLAS #shit man i love writing this guy #stp #slay the princess #stp fanart #stp fanfic #fanfic #voice of the hero

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little-devil-art · 1 month

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[Spring has sprung!]⚔️👑🐰

(‼️OC Alice x Xander‼️)

I headcanon that Xander absolutely does NOT like the Spring Bunny Outfit but doesn‘t get rid of it because Alice keeps a close eye on it heheh- She‘s his worst enemy during early spring.

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birdmitosis · 4 months

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Voice of the Hero and the long quiet :))

Awwww HERO!! I love how easily I could tell that was Hero before scrolling down!! The combo of breastplate and scarf is so good (that scarf looks so comfy...) and I really do love how all of them hold the pristine blade super differently... It's very fun.

ALSO THEN LONG QUIET JUMPSCARE. Hehehe, I love how much of a cryptid LQ is in this art, it's perfect. And I love the shape of those wings, as well as how feathery and soft they look!!

#I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH #slay the princess #slay the princess spoilers #voice of the hero #the protagonist #the long quiet

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goosemagician · 8 months

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Using this to flesh out an idea I had for Anti-Hero where Hero accidentally finds themself in one of RGB's dreams/nightmares, unable to interact or change anything.

Needless to say, when they both wake up they have some...THINGS to say to one another.

Kimiko Glenn is also another wonderful option for Hero's voice (in this AU). I just think it suits her so well, and I like how it makes her sound more like the spunky teenager she is.

#Will definitely make another voice claim animatic for option two here #tpoh #the property of hate #tpoh rgb #tpoh hero #tpoh au #Anti-Hero AU #The first voice claim is still very much another option I love them both <3 #goosedraws #goosehonks #I had so much fun letting Hero be super protective over RGB this time around #It is WATERING my crops

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toyasgirl · 4 months

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Me: i want Dabi to die bc his family still can’t see that he’s in pain. I want him to rest from them not to go through the same thing but with one arm and one eye and with split head and a completely burned body and a slightly burned brain, that is not stable that he sometimes thinks that he is 10 or 11 years old and wants to play w his lil bro in a middle of a serious situation

Shoto, Enji, Todo fam stans: but that will ruin shoto, enji… arc and they’ll not be heroes and bla bla bla

– I’m not here to think abt wut will happen to the todo fam after touya dies bc why tf would i care abt them? They can all burn and die idgf abt em i want touya to rest to finely rest from them and their abuse i want touya to die and not to be with them in any case bc THEY will abuse him even more bc they already made themselves clear like no i only care abt him and only him

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moeblob · 11 months

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Tharja for the FEH ask game

CRYING at having to admit after less than a week of saying I wasn't a huge fan of bridal banners...... that bridal Tharja is my favorite version in FEH. I love her bridal look and poofy sleeves! Thank you for asking about her I love her so much.

#fe heroes #fe awakening #tharja #i love bridal tharja so much like the art and the voice lines from what i remember #were just good

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salty-an-disco · 4 months

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Look at mi blorbos

#I love these three so goddamn much #Voice of the Hero #Voice of the Contrarian #Voice of the Cold #ContraHero #slay the princess #stp voices #Sal Draws #sketches

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olisephart · 2 years

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I’m rewatching @jelloapocalypse ‘s Tellius playthroughs once more and man. I simply adore the character quirks Yam gives Soren. Gay little mage boy my beloved

#ikesoren #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #ike fire emblem #soren fire emblem #olisephart #tellius #fe9/10 #the sing song yelling of summary is so cute. couldn’t get the visual out of my head #there’s so many other running jokes I want to draw #goldoa being the most obvious but #there was something else in ep 6 of por I think. I’ll have to check #anyway it cracks me up so much. made me love the tellius games in the first place #it’s so sad rd is missing a good chunk of episodes #I somehow remembered that they were uploaded somewhere after all but that was sadly just wishful thinking #oh well. still a couple (many) hours to go until I have to face that problem again #I’m not deleting tags now but ON THE NOTE OF THE COOL VOICE ACTING AGAIN #I adore will’s Titania voice as well as jello’s ike #like. I have heard both characters’ voices in heroes but whenever I think about them it’s these guys not their heroes va’s I hear #it’s so sad Titania (and soren) are virtually unusable in heroes in their base form. too old and bad refines #okay that’s enough now if anyone is still reading this go watch the playthrough on twitch

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abisbookshelf · 8 months

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get you a man who can do both:

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boxwinebaddie · 2 months

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I drew some super cringe fanart for tkok and night flight 😔 so soz if it’s like inaccurate or too sketchy I hate coloring and one of them is literally not done and I can’t bring myself to finish it but I wanted you to see anyways

I HOPE ITS OKAY THAT I PUBLISHED THIS!!!! BITCH!!! BESTIE!!!! I'M FUCKING OBSESSED!!!! YOU HAVE A GIFT!!!! THESE ARE BEAUTIFUL WOOOOOOW!!!!! I AM FLOORED ;-; <33333333

also, i just want to say, how much it means to me that you drew art centered around the two ninaverse universe/style ships that almost Never get asked about like??? my eyes are welling up with tears. ;-;

this is so thoughtful and beautiful, baby!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! like the intricacies of the night flight kite design, like do you live in my head holy shit??? THE TAIL!!!! *regular not toolshed stan vc* I LOVE MY GLOWY 7FT TALL CELESTIAL ALIEN BF WHO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A LOT OF ENGLISH WORDS MEAN AND IS SO PRETTY!!!!

i actually had a surprising sudden spike in asks about my tfbw style in everything is going to be o.k :) aka the working title of my 'fanfic' aka 'ok' if i talk about it on here which is short for operation kevin. AND I ACCIDENTALLY GOT HYPERFIXATED ON IT, I AM DEVELOPING SO MUCH LORE AROUND HOW THE MUTATIONS STARTED AND SOCIETIES REACTION TO MUTANTS/ALIENS/OTHER SPECIES!!!

eeeeee!!!!! all this to say please, please, PLEASE ask me about ok anytime i actually actively encourage it. <3333 I LOVE U ALIEN KITE!

but in the vein of fanfics you can ask me about anytime. tKAAAAAAAAKKKKK!!!!! THE SOUDN I MADE!!!! I THOUGHT THAT I WAS THE ONLY PERSON ON EARTH THAT CARED ABOUT MY TSOT STYLE YURI!!!! I'M FUCKING OBSESSED WITH YOU HELLO!!!!

me: tries to weave tkak into every ask answer on here

i have mental problems like i fucking love stas. i know her name is literally criminally insane but she is so cute and loyal and strong!!!! i'm also developing her lore and specifically all the recruits/characters in the challenge of champions and i am SOOO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!!! AAAA!!! ALSO HALF ELF HALF FAE BRAT PRINCESS KYLIE WHO WANTS TO BE A DOCTOR!!!! OBSESSSEEEEED!!!! stop she looks so pretty like literally all three of them, no jokes, exactly how i pictured them in my head...i am stunned to near tears.

tldr: please ask me about ok, my crazy dystopian fucked superhero au featuring the world's most bat shit insane love square EVER

or tkak, if you enjoy dramatic high fantasy girls being in love, really intense, bloody, brutal fight scenes, tender longing, or solider girls pretending to be solider boys, or rather, a girl failure pretending to be boy success...badly.

AND I LITERALLY AM OBSESSED WITH FANART!!! I'M OBSESSED WITH ANY AND EVERYTHING YALL DO WITH MY FANFICS!!! YOU CAN DRAW OR MAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT LIKE THE FACT THA YOU CARE OR LIKE MY NCU CHARACTERS ENOUGH TO DRAW THEM MEANS EVEEEEEEERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!

i'm love you, darling.

thank you so much for sharing you gift with us.

-uncle nina, branch in both eyes.

#when i tell you i started crying #blubbering like a baby #i can't believe this this is fucking gorgeous holy shit like the coloring the fact that you nailed kite's night sky cloak #i am literally screaming so much theyre SOOOO PRETTY #ugh they are so ethereal i am stunned #also this is a secret but i actually specifically really like kite kyle in gigantic alien form and stan who is like 6ft but looks tiny #and stan helping them figure out human words and idioms and phrases haha stan being the peoples human prince in the undercity #kyshed is also iconic like kyle drawing toolshed and what he might look like under the reflective glasses the green scene and voice mod #LITERALLY ASK ME ABOUT OK :) ANYTIME I LOVE MY FUCKED UP SUPER POWERED SCIFI SOCIETY FANFIC #bestie...the tkak...I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS DAY HAS COME #DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE TKAK #I LOVE TKAK SO MUCH LIKE I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST ME OH MY FYUCKING GOD UR MY HERO #STAS LOOKS SO COOL HOLY FUCK I WOULD GO TO BATTLE FOR U MISS STAS ANYDAY!!! MEDIEVAL MULAN!!!#KYLE IS GIVING SUCH WONDERFUL WOODLEN FAIRY ZELDA ENERGIES SHE IS SO DAINTY PLS KISS ME KYLIE #i fucking love stas and kylie literally not future kylie having comphet like oh god do i like men what the fuck is happening #bc she likes stas as stan heeeeelp skalhdkahdsd #not the temptations of the flesh!!!!#I CANT BELIEBVE YOU DREW MY TWO LEAST TALKED ABT STYLE AUS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH UR MY HERO #not my hyperfixation on ok and tkak coming back #this is ur fault but thank you

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