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yuri-is-online · 9 months
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Hi! Congratulations on getting more followers! You totally deserve it:)
Can I ask for prompt 5 with Floyd, Idia and Leona?
Thank you<3
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5. Jealousy pt.1- seeing their partner wearing someone else's jacket
(^ワ^) thank you annon, your words mean a lot. Of course you can! how did i know Floyd was gonna get this prompt
notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, miscommunication and jealousy but everything ends happy. Check out the rest of the event requests here.
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Floyd
Floyd unceremoniously dumps you off his in a secluded corner of the gymnasium hallway.   “Shrimpy…" he whines, yanking on the hem of the used gym shirt you are wearing as he uses his other arm to cage you against the wall "where did you get that shirt?” “From the laundry basket in your room this morning?”  He had stolen your blazer a few days ago to as a joke so you had impulsively decided to pay him back by snatching something of his. He's always whining about wanting you to wear is clothes anyway, why is he so upset? “It’s yours isn’t it?” “Nah.” Floyd's lips purse in displeasure.  “Nah, that's Jade’s not mine.  If ya look, he has his name written in stupid little letters on the tag.”  Oh.  OH.  Well, now you just feel stupid and fix your eyes firmly on his shoes. How could you be so stupid? Of course, some of Jade's clothes would be in the room's ONE laundry basket. Hell, you aren't actually sure Floyd uses the hamper now that you think about it. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the teasing as you look up prepared to apologize, only to completely lose your train of thought at the sight of Floyd yanking his jersey over his head. “FLOYD!”
“Huh?  What’s wrong lil shrimpy?" A very sharp grin emerges from the cloth, though he doesn't bother to take his arms out of the shirt just yet. "I'm on the bench aaaaaaaany way ‘s not like I need it.” “You’ll be cold!” It's the wrong argument to make when he practically has you pinned to the wall. “No I won’t,” he giggles, good mood blown back to life by the flames of your embarrassment “and if you’re that worried just stay here and squeeze me.”
Idia
"You're seriously too unaware for your own good." Idia mutters, wrapping himself further into Jack's jacket as you try to hide yourself in his hoodie. The outline of his hair flickers a gentle pink as the two of you try your best to avoid looking at each other.
"He was just worried about me being cold because I wouldn't stop sneezing during class." Idia's sweatshirt smells surprisingly nice, and once you get the courage to look up at your boyfriend he doesn't look bad in the regular uniform jacket either. Though you have to admit, he is at his cutest when he is comfortable and he definitely is not right now.
"We aren't in the same classes so I miss out on time limited quests like that, huh." He mutters, reaching up to fidget with his headphones while you wonder if touching him would spook him too much. "It's almost like everyone forgets we're together."
"I'd never let them do that!" You decide to risk it, wrapping your arms around Idia's torso in a loose embrace he can escape if he needs to. It forces him to really look you over, taking in the full sight of you in his hoodie and a deep, deep breath.
It makes his hair explode into a beautiful hot pink display.
"On second thought take it off." He squeaks, jumping back from your hug and burying his face in his hands.
"Idia-"
"Quick, I can't handle this much agrro!"
Leona
There is an angel at rest in the furthest corner of the NRC library. Their head is firmly smashed against a text book, leaving a clear dent in their cheek that is threatening to turn into a series of paper cuts. Anyone would look at them and be drawn in...
Which was precisely the problem. Someone had forgotten they had a much more comfortable place to nap and a much more comfortable partner than a stack of old books, and hadn't gone looking for him, forcing Leona to do some work for once. And good thing he decided to go on patrol too, some small brained herbivore had decided to try and push in on his territory. As if sensing his presence, you stir in your sleep slightly and Leona suppresses a smile. Barely.
"Oy." Leona bats the offending jacket off from around your shoulders, resisting the urge to turn it to sand, reminding himself that would be petty and beneath him.
Exactly where that jacket was right now.
"Leona?" You murmur sleepily, trying to resist the temptation to rub your eyes. His heart clenches painfully in denial of how cute you are.
"What are you some sort of cub? Making me come looking for you like this." His insults make you smile for some reason as you reach to shove your books back into your bag blissfully unaware of the jealousy storming behind them.
"Let's go take a nap," you hum, well aware those are some of Leona's favorite words "I had a really nice dream about you, wanna actually wake up in your arms next time." Well now, Leona certainly isn't going to argue with that.
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the-hex-project · 11 months
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ratchetsboyfriend · 4 months
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Welcome back to transformers fanfic (I found your blog during your hiatus, and I love your older work). Since requests are open, could you possibly write some soft MTMTE Drift headcannons of him watching a movie with a human reader? I’ve been a bit down recently, so I would really appreciate it.
Drift is willing to watch all of your favorites, even if he doesn't quite see the same appeal in them that you do. Depending on what your comfort movies are, he's gonna react differently. 
He's not sure why a brutal horror movie would be comforting, especially if you spend half of it cringing and hiding behind your hands, but hey if it floats your boat. Comedies aren't a bad choice to watch with him, some jokes don't land as well without the context of having lived on Earth, but some things are universally funny so he enjoys them enough even if some of the humor is… questionable. If you watch some of the more heart wrenching romantic movies he gets fairly invested, but the cheesy one's he'll good-naturedly tease you for liking even if he did enjoy some of them himself. Intense, dramatic movies that feature journeys of self-discovery and have more open endings are a particular favorite of his if you happen to put them on.
To ensure the best possible viewing experience, he sets up a projector in his hab suite so you can enjoy a more private viewing. There are movie nights for the whole crew but they can get pretty rowdy and that's not the kind of evening you two are looking for. More than one movie night has ended in a brawl.
His berth is lined with a plethora of cushions and blankets that have been sourced from various planets you've visited. Drift has plenty of money and he's more than happy to splurge on creature comforts like these and it's nice to go shopping for them together. He's also spared no expense on getting your favorite treats for the night, regardless of how much effort it took to source them. The way you light up when he presents them to you is worth every penny.
Whether you start out the night sitting next to him in a heap of blankets or nestled in his lap surrounded by pillows, you will end up sprawled across his chest by the end of the night. He lays out plenty of your soft cushions and blankets atop himself so that you can maintain maximum comfort while cuddling against his much harder frame. It's hard not to fall asleep like that in the middle of the movie since he'll absent-mindedly start stroking your back.
He doesn't mind talking during movies and will happily discuss the plot as it's happening, but if you're too focused on the story to speak he's just as good with silent viewing. He's particularly fond of when you get excited and point out your favorite scenes, making sure to pay special attention to those parts of the movie.
If you want to make watching movies together a regular occurrence, he'd agree immediately and would be delighted to help you pick what to watch in the future. Rewatching movies you've seen before or finding something new to view are both fine with him, it's spending quality time together that's important.
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puppypuppypuppypuppy · 7 months
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Commission done for @thezombiiefactory ^^
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lovegoldz · 6 months
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lennox inman 〄 19, hillman university sophomore
born and raised in cavalier cover, brindleton bay, lennox graduated from cavalier cove high school in the top 10 of her class. predominantly raised by her father alex and a plethora of other relatives, lennox is the definition of a daddy's girl. no one really knows the full story of lennox's mother except alex; and as he tells it to lennox, one day when lennox was 2, her mother packed a bag and left -- never to be heard from again. it's something that lennox has gone to therapy about and has chosen to let go, even though alex thinks that they should try to look for her -- for closure.
currently attending hillman on a full scholarship, lennox is majoring in biology and wants to work as an infectious disease specialist in the future. she recently concluded an internship in strangerville, something alex was extremely apprehensive about, but she enjoyed every minute of it. lennox is also active on campus as a member of 'sims 4 change', where she currently sits as the treasurer of the organization. she also wants to write a book one day, and hopes that it ends up on the san myshuno 'best sellers' list.
lennox has had a myriad of friends throughout her life, something she attributes to the absence of her mother, but the one friendship that has stayed, is her friendship with her roommate, rya. she and rya met at orientation where they learned they were roommates and have been inseparable ever since. they are technically incompatible, but most people think that they had spent their entire lives together because of how close they are. lennox is also close to taylor, whom she met at a school function dancing to 'my goodies', and sage, who took her in immediately as her little sister as part of hillman's 'mentor you, mentor me' program.
〄 lennox is a summer baby; cancer to be exact. 〄 she has one tattoo, which she got during spring fling week, much to alex's dismay. 〄 she is named after her great aunt who took care of her father. 〄 she enjoys most of the nicknames she gets, but her favorite is lenny girl -- alex's favorite. other names include len, len len, lenny, and noxy. 〄 she has never broken a bone and is extremely fearful of doing so. alex once tried to enroll her in cheerleading, and she thought that she would break her arm or leg, so she cried and begged him not to; he put her in drama club instead. 〄 she is allergic to cherries and grapes. 〄 she is ambidextrous, and you will often see her using both hands. 〄 lennox is absolutely the definition of a cry baby; she lives up to her cancer stereotype. 〄 she is a night owl, and you will usually catch her up being extremely productive between 8:00 PM and 12:00 AM. 〄 her relationship with bryce is currently in limbo, though she would like for it to remain off. 〄 she and rya have a shared love for beyonce.
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fruchtfleisch-art · 3 months
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If you’re still looking for prompts how about KiraShino for something akin to ‘a weekend away’ :D
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“What took you so long?” Shinobu asks. She’s treading water in the deep end of the hotel pool, loose hair swirling around her in a coppery cloud. The setting sun tinges everything in a bloody hue.
“I had to return a few calls,” Kira says. “Everything’s been a scramble since Fukami retired, and we just got a group of new hires last week. Lots of little fires to put out, people forgetting passwords and getting locked out of the network, that sort of thing.”
“Still, you’d think they’d leave you alone for the weekend. It’s supposed to be a vacation.”
“Oh, I talked to Hayato, too,” Kira says breezily, circling around to the far end of the pool, where the steps are. Shinobu makes a lazy half-turn to follow him. “Just making sure he’s not missing us too much.”
“Aw, I would have waited if I knew you were doing that! Is he okay?”
“As far as I can tell.”
“Do you think we should have left him some money? He could order something for dinner. I know we have leftovers, but-”
“He’s twenty-four,” Kira says, wincing as he steps down into the shallows. He sprained his hip years ago, after a hard fall, and it never really recovered. “I think he knows how to use the microwave.”
“I just worry about him sometimes,” Shinobu says. She’s lost a good deal of that frantic neediness Kira used to loathe, but the subject of Hayato always manages to bring out what’s left. “I wish he’d go out more.”
Their son- her son, Kira reminds himself, the correction as automatic as the mistake- is as sullen and reticent as ever, but he’s an excellent student and rarely bothers Kira with much of anything. He’s more of a skittish animal than a human being these days, slat-sided and dull-eyed, only suffering the company of his parents when necessity-food, finances, medical care- demands it. He knows his time is precious and limited. He knows he’s only a squatter on a bigger, nastier predator’s turf. It’s not a matter of if, but when.
Kira has been thinking it might finally be time to rid himself of Hayato, now that he’s close to graduating. It’s going to be hard to keep an eye on him if he moves out (a minuscule possibility, but not one to discard entirely). Really, he should have done it years ago, but it always felt slightly more advantageous to have a living son than a dead one, even though Kira’s cover was near-perfect after that first tumultuous summer. Maybe he felt like being generous, after all the hard work Hayato put in to clean up his own mess. Maybe Shinobu isn’t the only one who’s mellowed a little with age.
Older, grayer, slower; joints stiffer, muscles stringier, fat settling where it’s least wanted. Kosaku’s hair, at least, is as thick and brushy as ever, showing no signs of thinning out. The lines and contours of the other man’s face feel as familiar to Kira as his own, now. He likes to think he’s molded the blunt features towards a rough sort of elegance.
Two years ago marks a tipping point, the moment where he had officially been with Shinobu longer than the man he’s impersonating. Kira knows her as intimately as a hand knows a glove, the comfort of their relationship a soothing balm to the various irritations of life. It isn’t what he would have chosen for himself, but its value has gradually accrued, layers of nacreous buildup over the irritating grit of the circumstances forcing them together.
Shinobu knows how he takes his coffee, and when he expects her to have it ready. He’s played the part of the steadfast provider diligently, worked until the house they rented became the home they owned. When Kira, in a moment of drunken idiocy, told Shinobu exactly which part of the female anatomy captivated him, she listened, and bravely offered him the use of her first two fingers, probing and swirling until he felt the sweet scratch of fingernails on his soft palette.
Yes, it’s quite nice.
He ducks under the water, eyes open despite the sting, and kicks out towards Shinobu. When he surfaces, she puts her arms around him, and they float together, the water lapping at them hungrily. In the last dregs of daylight, the water beading on Shinobu’s body flares like molten gold.
“I think I see a little gray coming in,” he says.
“Where?” She’s been dyeing her hair meticulously, scared of looking old. As if.
“Right… here.” He presses a kiss to her temple, disregarding the chlorine tang. Affection and certainty swell in his chest. He’ll kill Hayato, just as soon as they return from Tokyo. Everything is going to fall right into his hands, just like the girl stuffed in the hallway maintenance closet next to their room.
It’s all so easy. He wanted her, and then he had her, almost before he was ready, their eyes meeting as he stepped out into the hall with his swim trunks and towel. His limp, incredibly, has done more to endear him to women than a lifetime of practiced blandness. They disregard him with confidence, certain he can’t do them any harm. Foolish.
Kira has been using his stand less and less as the years go by, savoring the pop of cartilage and crunch of ligaments as he strangles them, the stupid bovine fear laid bare in those exhilarating final moments. It’s not need that drives him to kill anymore, but an aimless sense of play, satiated but still desiring to chew, swallow, and digest.
But this one might be different. He’ll see how he feels when they get back to their room. Soon there will be places to go, and a body to destroy, and words to say, in the darkness of night under thin hotel sheets. But for now he sits suspended with his wife in the pool, weightless, and it’s perfect.
He'll get to everything in due time. There’s plenty of it. Currently taking p4 minific requests (1000 words or less), throw me an ask!
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greenerteacups · 3 months
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GT, the start of book 5 has made my year so far, thank u❤️ With the jump to end of summer it's fun to see what has changed..we left Draco with a kiss on the cheek, which I feel like he has dwelled on in the intervening period, and meet a version of him that is a touch more (ahem) explicit about his admiration for Hermione (internally, at least). Was it challenging/funny to write from the pov of an increasingly randy, but still prudish, Draco at all? You've managed it wonderfully and hilariously.
Oh yeah, I mean, if I had my first debatably unplatonic/sensual moment with someone I was actually interested in, and then had about two months to do nothing but think about it and learn how to duel, I would be a wormhole of nerves and angst. He's holding it together remarkably well, considering. And the difference between how a 14-year-old boy thinks about girls versus how a 15-year-old thinks about them is... not unrecognizable, but it's not nothing, either.
More deeply, I think part of his prudishness has always been a sort of childish, boyish fear of intimacy and the vulnerability it brings. Now that he's had that sort of knocked out of him with a few near-death experiences — it occurs to me that a subtitle for this fic could very well be "the life-changing and personality-saving benefits of Having Real Problems" — he's growing more comfortable with the idea of dependency and mutual need, at least with respect to Hermione in particular. Which manifests (in part) through increased comfort with physical attraction. (Though he's still a dear little Victorian fucker.)
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underswapped3 · 5 months
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I jus wanted to say that I absolutely adore your art of the swap bros
Call me basic but (Canon) Underswap is one of my all time faaaavorite AUs :))) and your art only enforces that
Also your style is very blorbo coded
;)
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askthehoenngods · 4 months
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Thank you for drawing the best pair ever @symphonies-of-silver ! It's been a true pleasure to get to know you this year ❤️💙
All hail weather shipping!
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agentnatesewell · 3 months
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To add onto what you’re reading about the ruling, it is largely symbolic rather than being something that can be acted upon.
While it is obvious to anyone who has ever read the Convention that Israel is committing genocide, ruling in a court with the level of standing the ICJ has that this is a genocide makes it far easier for countries to begin cutting diplomatic and economic ties with Israel and it puts pressure on other countries to do the same.
Weapons sales to Israel will also be considered support and enabling of a genocide, which does carry some weight. It is a ruling that creates pressure.
There is potential here. It is not a call for a ceasefire but to be extremely honest the ICJ and its progenitor the UN have extremely limited power: international treaties are largely honour-bound. (As someone who has walked through the halls of the ICJ, this is one of the deeply disillusioning things about the human rights and public international law sphere and is the thing that drove me away and into more tangible human rights work. International law is only as strong as states’ commitments to it, states tend to prefer to avoid war so obligations are ignored and trampled on constantly with few reasons to stop.)
The US has had numerous rulings against it in the ICJ with no consequences because it can simply disregard those rulings. (See US v Nicaragua where the US was ordered to pay reparations and has refused to for the nearly 40 years since the ruling. International law is an exercise in American arrogance and cruelty.)
So a ceasefire could just as easily have been ignored if it was included in the ruling.
I do not want to be hopeless or pessimistic but merely neutral on this ruling. It is a ruling. It makes significant diplomatic/political steps. It lacks other significant measures.
This ruling will not feel like very much to Palestinians suffering this genocide, of course not. But I hope the rest of us can remain strong and aware and not give into any Israeli insistence that this was their win. They did not win. They are committing genocide despite every attempt of denial. They will never win.
Thank you very much for this explanation! I really am nowhere near understanding and definitely not expert on this, and really am just trying to wade through what this could possibly mean and what the next steps are
Really, really appreciate your insight! It’s so valuable!!
May this ruling have meaning and may the ceasefire happen soon and be permanent and may we see a free Palestine inshallah
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yuri-is-online · 9 months
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congrats on 300!! i rlly like ur writing (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)♡*⁠。can i get prompt 23 with ace and jamil?? ty!! 🫶
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23. Sharing an umbrella on the way home
Thank you annon ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) I am really happy you like my writing! I hope you like this too <3
notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, uh I accidentally made Ace's post a bit angsty sorry! I promise the goal is still fluff. Check out the rest of the event requests here.
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Ace
"Damn it's really coming down out there." Whistles Ace as your little group stands around in the main hall. The skies had been pretty clear when you left for class this morning, but by lunch the rain had been nasty enough to convince Coach Varags to move P.E. indoors. Or maybe Crewel had done that either way, you supposed, an act of god had occurred.
The distant noise of thunder made you a bit nostalgic, Epel leaning back, nodding at the skies, and letting out a "We really needed this" hadn't helped. Rain has a way of making everyone nostalgic, and right now it is making you very lonely.
"Hey prefect," Ace's smiling face fills your vision, winking in a way that promises nothing good and everything fun, voice dropping down just a notch "bet you forgot your umbrella." Your stomach dropped as your gaze immediately snapped off into the distance.
"Oh... yeah I guess I left it at home." Was it raining when you left home? You aren't sure, you know it was raining in Twisted Wonderland that night, that's how you met Grim.
"Stupid, what you'd leave it there for?" He had been teasing before, and he still is, but there's a slight pout there he always has when you dare to go off on an adventure alone. "It won't be any any use to you back at Ramshackle-"
"No like home home." Your group falls silent for a bit after that, and you try to not fell bad about how your other friends begin to move on towards there destination-
The edge of someone's umbrella fills your vision, to your surprise Ace doesn't bother to move, instead choosing to stand beside you in comfortable silence. Like he has been there all along.
Jamil
"Kalim, what was the one thing I told you to do this morning?" Jamil takes in half a breath, trying to remember to count in between.
"Check the weather report!" Kalim cheerfully replies.
"And what was the one thing you did not do this morning?" As if to really punctuate Jamil's point, thunder claps in the background as Kilm breaks eye contact with him.
"Ah ha... check the weather report." Kalim's still smiling despite his clear embarrassment. Jamil lets out almost all of the air in his body with a heavy sigh, but the stress remains as he glares down at the single umbrella he had packed for today. Usually he would be much more... prepared for Kalim than this but he has been insistent lately that Jamil start letting him prepare himself for the day.
"Just take it." He holds out the umbrella towards Kalim who winces.
"But!"
"It's ok Kalim, Jamil can share with me." Before Jamil can turn towards you to protest Kalim immediately snatches up the umbrella and dashes towards the courtyard.
"Sorry if I overstepped," you say, moving to hold the umbrella over his head with a smile "I just wanted to walk with you." The last bit of breath puffs out of his lungs, finally releasing the tension from his forehead.
"Fine." his embarrassment settled he makes sure to place his hand just over yours. "At least let me hold it with you."
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jey-draws · 5 months
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Hi! 👋 Just wanted to say I finally got around to reading “goodbye, space guy” and it looks really cute so far! Nice art, cute characters and relationship dynamics, charmingly funny moments, very lovely I really like it!!! Keep it up you’re doing great🫰
Woah thanks!!! That's some hella nice feedback!!!
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tf2heritageposts · 8 months
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you are so so cool and awesome. What’s your secret?
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So i like writing lyrics to songs but I can't sing especially this Shadow one im work shopping because Shadow's associated music genres are rock and metal and y'know high pitched voice that cant do that. But I figure I would share some partial lyric development for a rough draft
"A Single Distant Wish"
My last memory An innocent girl's plea Stained by a dark tragedy
Icy blue eyes staring back Once innocent and pure Suddenly all the light has turned black I WAS SUPPOSE TO BE THE CURE
Damned by ailments of no compare The tests I went through just to save you Why is this life not fair! I will avenge her, Even if it's the last thing I do
So quick notes: the light line is a double entrede refencing the light in her eyes fading, also black is the absence of light which uh refers to Shadow's current status and his desire to avenge her. Also the title of this in development song is meant to refer to the distance of time and how Shadow is misremembering what Maria actually asked. i do plan when this is finished to add a reprise for post remembering.
Holy shit, dude! This is great! I really like this! And I love the detail of their eyes the most. Please, please, please DM/Tag me when this is done. I’d love to hear this in its full glory!❤️✨
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eldstunga · 2 years
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Please tell me everything about Sarissa of the Summer Court(including build if you like) because she looks so very cool
I'd be delighted to tell you about Sarissa, who left the summer court five or seven years or weeks ago, and I might start with the fact that she struggles terribly with the concept of time. She has forgotten why the Summer Queen sent her to Faerûn, but it was probably important.
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Like many of her kind she's impulsive, jovial and a tad hedonistic. She doesn't plan ahead and she doesn't deliberate for long, nor does she follow a creed or particular set of morals. She weighs everything in the moment and usually doesn't reflect or regret.
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By trade she's a ranger, just a straight up ranger feywalker - with more wanderlust and curiosity than her sisters. Her build, abilities and powers all seem to center around, or even come from, the odd, ancient greatsword she carries. As far as she can recall, she found it amidst the old stones on the border of the Fey, and they 'got along'. She's carried it on her shoulder ever since and not just because it's far too tall for her to carry any other way.
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She collects trophies, trinkets, baubles and bric-a-brac without any thought for a monetary value. She has a very poor understanding of currency and feels like the more identical pieces of something you have the less interesting and worthwhile they are. Tends to pay way too much or way too little.
According to some old custom, she grows her hair out once she's sworn to do something, and cuts the braid off once the task is done, whereupon she wears the braid as a trophy and a token of her accomplishment. As a fey, she values her given word immensely, but does not consider a written word to mean anything at all.
Thanks for asking, i'll gladly consider any more specific questions, like everyone else I LOVE answering questions about my characters, they help me build them and inspire me to draw. <3
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millocutfish · 12 hours
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Hiii Milloo
I hope you like the dresses xD
doodle for uuu !!!! 🥺
fishcottegecore 🐟🍃
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OMG!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhh THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND CUTE!😭💞 YOU MANAGED TO MAKE THIS LAZY FISH LOOK PRETTY IN A DRESS!🌸🌸🌸🌸
This dress is the cutest thing I've seen today and the cute boots🥺 My heart has melted now🐟💞
Thank you so much!(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)♡
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