"The fuck is this shit?!" #rp
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Brave Charger
I forgot the Name, but if I remember correct, it´s suppose to me small version of Owl, yet this one is little different.... also since when you have this?
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4 hours ago

Brave Charger
´´hey he told me, that he likes to be called ,,Daddy´´ for some reason.. specialy with this Anthro Owl or who ever he is.´´
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Loona
"Oh great, you mean Stolas, the feathered freak who flirts like a cursed dating app? Yeah, Blitz can keep his royal sugar daddy; I’m not cleaning up that drama."
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Brave Charger
´´Oh I see, maybe he got the gift from him or just wanted to give gift to Stolas. He is Owl, so might explain, why the Toy looks like Owl. ´´
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Loona
Loona rolls her eyes, "Figures... Blitz gets a gift from his royal feather fetish and it ends up haunting me with googly eyes and cursed vibes."
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Brave Charger
´´Probably you can´t sleep, when the Bed moves crazy and making the sounds comming out.´´
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Stickman, The Normal Stickian
Nope *Punts the demon furby thing* That thing is worse than anything down in hell.
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Ghostbit
//Ngl I kinda wanna make that lol
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Black Ace
"Dont be a tattle tale if you catch it doing things~~" Ace says with an eerie grin.
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Loona
"‘Doing things~~’? What is it, possessed? Glitching? Planning a tea party with Satan? Whatever it is, I’m watching. And if it moves funny, I’m torching it and sending the ashes to Blitz with a bow."
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Black Ace
"Just as long as you're also ready for MAMA~~" his grin somehow gets wider, his eyes having thid demented to them.
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Loona
Loona snarls, "If 'Mama' means that creepy plush is about to start something, then I’m already sharpening my claws and clearing my schedule for a full exorcism."
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Black Ace
"If you can find the others~~" Ace would chuckle menacingly as he slowly walks away. Leaving Loona with the plush.
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Loona
Loona scoffs, "If this is some twisted scavenger hunt, then good luck because I’m about to turn that plush into clue number zero."
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38 minutes ago
//I know I haven't really been here very much but uh out of curiosity would anyone want to recieve a digital Christmas card from me? Leave a like if you would be interested in such.
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Adeena's presence wanes and fades, she lets herself go and reform then solidify again. The curse binds her to one world, yet her soul belongs to so many more. It's in her memories, you see, not just as Adeena but as every incarnation of Despair; Name that she takes for herself as both title and calling. And Hope was always there too. Sometimes Justice, sometimes Knowledge, but always Hope.
Except for this time. There's a stallion sleeping on the couch, earbuds on and his back to the rest of the world. She knew this grey-coat once, she'd run her fingers through his messy blue hair and stared into his lively blue eyes. Now when she looks upon them, they are dull, covered with a thin layer of what looks like lake ice; His hair is tainted by crimson strands, his coat ragged and torn at the edges.
The gods know she's tried to reconnect with the one she once knew, and for brief moments she glimpsed Hope's presence within this old interloper, but he'd always push her away to a path of her own. And now she knows why. Lounging on the sofa's arm and playing with a stuffed doll is a phantom, a pale recollection of someone who looks exactly like her in this life.
"She had your name." Adeena physically recoiled at the sound of his voice, never used lightly when directed at her. His eyes were still closed when he twisted and rose from the couch to sit up, head slumped forward. "I hated her for things she couldn't control, and she loved me for it. I was the only one who hated her as much as she hated herself. Until I didn't." His words carry the weight of a burden, longing, and it all comes crashing upon her shoulders.
It is difficult not to resent him, even if it is hypocritically so. She loves what was, but can't accept that which it is now; Just as he's holding onto the past so vehemently he can barely cast his eyes upon the ones next to him in the present. "She is not here anymore, Zerathur, but I am." She responds, chitinous feet clicking softly against the wooden floor as she tries to approach him, but then she stops.
"One day you won't be here either, and all that will be left is a ghost of you for me to reminisce." His responce is blunt like a hammer striking at her chest, she looks down and then glances up at him again to see that the phantom is faded and his dull eyes are open. "I hope you will see me for who I am before that happens." Her reply earns her his stare, and the two lock eyes... And then he's gone, away with a twist of lightless blue flames.
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OC concept: Baby Doll, a half pony half deer hybrid! big fan of the coquette aesthetic and it looks cute with a deer c:
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Another deer-pony hybrid!
Though in the other direction from mine, but still!
yknow the world is so cooked rn i feel like the best course of action is to retire to the mountains and become full time nsfw artist heh
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I just KNOW I’d make so much money doing nsfw. Almost did it a couple times out of desperation. Not cracking just yet tho
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The "market" is oversaturated, art-wise in both areas. Wouldn't recommend on nsfw unless you're afraid it'll impact your social life, in my end it financed my small home, paid up my bills for over 6+ years and steadily I can invest some into smaller incomes. (Learned how to brew beer still a novice,... View More
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