#OC: Cylindra

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Dandelion, Dandelion excerpt

Cylindra lifts her head while he works, following the flickering shadows until her eyes reach the flames emanating from softly colored lamps. The walls are adorned with various eyes, each with different colors, sizes, and shapes--- all of which are watching her. The priests and priestesses may find it reassuring, but she can't help recoiling from their stares.

“When I first met Elysia, she was pretending to be a priestess.” Cylindra doesn’t remember the exact color of her robes or where the blood was coming from, but she does remember how wide Elysia’s eyes were— how strong her voice was despite the desperate words. “Really, she had just set a temple on fire to escape Amon.”

Oleander laughs, and the memory suddenly feels false on Cylindra’s tongue, as though it wasn’t meant to exist in anything more than dreams of storybook adventures.

“We’ll do our best not to follow her example,” he says.

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Pmatga x Poppy Playtime.

I made a fanart of pmatga with poppy playtime, where Sir.c invented a new power wand for pac, however he became a Huggy wuggy, cylindra in an elastic spider, stratos grew fangs from eating the hairy berry and betrayus the same (although this one came out as pennywise! xD) Cedrick and his cousin jack also ate that berry and now they are more adorable than ever.

Sir.c looks at the berry and doubts whether to eat it, but prefers not to risk it. xP

Jack oc of @ghostbunnyarts

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Dandelion, Dandelion: Excerpt

An excerpt from the beginning of chapter four in Dandelion, Dandelion.

Sharing because I had a dream that this particular chapter was deemed terrible by readers, and I need to reassure myself it's not as bad as my brain is telling me it is.

Context: Cylindra and Elysia have run into the forest outside Cylindra's home. This is Cylindra's first time ever exploring the outside world. For more information on the story and characters, check out the WIP post linked in the beginning of this post!

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“I never noticed the forest was so large,” Cylindra says. Elysia finally brings the horse to a stop, a small bubbling stream at their feet for the horse to drink from. She pets its neck after they dismount, muttering soft words of gratitude while Cylindra looks around. “I mean, I’ve passed by it in carriages. It shouldn’t be able to extend this far.”

“It doesn’t,” Elysia says without looking at her. “You know the stories about the forest, right?”

“About the magic and terrible things that happen past the trees?” Cylindra asks, waving her hands in a vague gesture of a mage casting a spell. “Yes, everyone does. Forests are practically taboo in Midhearth.”

“Ah, see— forests. Plural,” Elysia says, peering at her. “It’s all one forest, Silly.”

Cylindra blinks. “You mean—”

“They’re all connected.” Elysia looks around them with far greater wonderment than Cylindra does, more reverence in her eyes than fear. “The first line of trees serves as a passage into their world, a place caught between the magical and the non-magical. This forest is the same as a forest in Rivek, and the same as one on the other side of the world. It’s why so many people get lost in it— and it’s why I ended up at your home so quickly after the fire at the temple. I ran into the forest, and it saw fit to let me out at your feet.”

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Character Epistles (Cylindra + Oleander)

Part of the "Dandelion, Dandelion" universe

In "Dandelion, Dandelion," Cylindra and Oleander are two characters who have no reason to find similarities with one another. From two separate kingdoms and a disdain for each other's approach to magic, these two humans find themselves as allies against a greater evil. As the story progresses, their parallels become evident: humans fighting to prove their love to a more magical being, loyal beyond belief, and willing to put everything on the line to protect those closest to them. Despite all odds, they become rather close friends.

The following are letters from Cylindra to Elysia, and from Oleander to Faye. These relationships mimic each other without realizing it, and placing our two humans' thoughts side-by-side is an interesting way to explore their place in a fantasy world.

(AKA, I tasked myself with new writing prompts as I began querying my novel, and this is the result! I love exploring my characters in unique ways, and this was a fun way to get inside their heads.)

Dear Elysia,

In storybooks and fairytales, characters quite often write letters to those they're fond of. It's a romantic notion, as much as it is a childish one-- a reminder of one's existence to another through a scrap of paper and some hopeful ink. "Remember me," they ask.

And, then, you're expected to wait another month or two for a response back. An answer to that terrible question. Proof that you have, in fact, been remembered-- and remembered dearly, at that.

I've never had a chance to write a letter before-- a statement which, I am sure, will come as no surprise to you-- so, please, forgive the stains and blots that come with each word. I hardly know what to say to you when you stand before me; is it fair, then, to expect me to know what to put in permanent writing? You call me Silly and other ridiculous things, so allow me the silliness of scratching out my thoughts and trying again. It's an advantage I rarely have-- though, clearly, no amount of ink or paper or expected formalities can pause my ramblings. It's as if each word begs for another, each sentence must be explained lest you misunderstand my intention.

And, yet, I suppose, it's odd I worry about your interpretation of my meaning when, really, I hardly know what I mean, myself.

Since arriving at Zelimir's estate, I've had more time to myself than I've had the past few months. It's as though all people need is for me to exist, as though a whisper is enough to satisfy their expectations of me. In those moments of unprecedented silence, my thoughts turn, once again, to you. It's a rather urgent turning, a calling to the question all letters ask, a question i fear the answer of-- a wondering of whether you think of me as often as I think of you.

I'd like to think that the girl who pulled me through a window and into this mess of adventure takes some responsibility for the chaos that followed. Every step I have taken since that night has been a step in your direction, always wandering towards your voice. With each moment, I forget who I was before our meeting, and I don't fear what that means. When I think of home, I think of the scent of ash and smoke still clinging to a dress I now know you stole. I think of the first time my eyes fell upon yours-- eyes that, without your knowing, would redefine the definition of my existence. And you-- you fell into my arms, clinging as though fate had set you there, and I had no choice but to trust the path suddenly set before me.

Is it foolish to call this a stroke of destiny, to imagine it as an inevitability? From the very moment you told me your name, time has shifted; reality has rewritten itself. I cannot imagine living a life without the sound of your voice in my memories, as if there has always been a place for you in my mind, an unspoken agreement between myself and the universe to await your arrival.

I hope you're still waiting for me, Elysia. I hope that tomorrow, when Rowan is defeated and you are found, there will be no surprise in your eyes when we meet once again. Look at me like I am meant to be there, like you never doubted that I would come for you.

Look at me, Elysia, and never look away.

Yours dearly, Cylindra Nyx

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My dearest Faye,

You told me once that your story is not one that can be told in one sitting, if only because it is not a story that has not yet reached its end. I told you, then, that I would wait for the ending, if you so permitted me and, more so, I would like to be by your side to see it through. You took me as a partner, and I have been bound to you ever since.

At the time, I could not have guessed the desperate lengths you would take to assure your freedom or the stages you would set to play out your schemes. It was only with time that I began to understand the genius beneath the cursed girl—and, with time, I craved to know more of who you truly are. I never told you how much I cherish hearing your voice or how much you astound me. Part of me likes to think you already know; another part of me wishes I could have told you when it was just you and me in that forest before wishes or dandelions or thorns took you from my side.

If anyone can achieve their wishes without the aid of the Fields, though, it's you. You have always been the most powerful and most exquisite being I have ever known. To know that you have chosen to look upon me with the same care and adoration that I look upon you... my dear, it unravels me. As I await your return, your memory plays through my mind with all the beauty of a symphony that could never be grasped by human minds. I want you in my veins, my blood. I want you safe; I want you happy.

You cannot imagine how it burns to know that I am not with you on this path we set out on together. It's more than a longing; it's the fear of losing you to a pain I cannot protect you from any longer. The healer here asks me of you, speaks of the scars she saw-- I tell her all I can without giving you away, and I tell her that only you have the power to overcome your old wounds. This is my hope, Faye-- that you heal and come back to me as whole as you wish you may be.

Let it be known, of course, that I will not love you any less if your plans fail-- I have never wanted anything other than for you to be pleased with yourself. You saved me once, so, allow me to save you with this one request:

Do not lose yourself in this search for vengeance. I have never spoken these words because it is my greatest fear that you will not hear them but, for me, Faye, please-- do not let this mage defeat you. If we are to meet again, as you have already promised, then you must remember that you are more than your magic or your scars or the pain of the people who have wronged you in the past.

I sometimes wake from nightmares of a silver-eyed girl who has lost herself in Fields she swore she would never explore—fields I know you seek out now despite your own hesitations. My hands shake as I imagine the struggles you now face. Faye, I trust Cylindra. If you will not listen to me, then I pray you tell her the truth and allow her devotion to extend to you. You are worthy of protection from those closest to you, and if I cannot be there, I beg that you open the door for others to take my place.

Above all, though, Faye-- come back to me. Victorious or defeated, I simply long for you to be back in my arms. I dream of our forest, of nights I didn't know would come to an end. I dream of you.

I wish for your return.

Love always, Oleander

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Dandelion, Dandelion excerpt

“I think you’re being ridiculous,” Terrance says. He doesn’t snap, but it’s close enough that Cylindra drops her arms and steps back. “War isn’t pretty, Cylindra. It’s not a fairytale.”

Cheeks hot, Cylindra tenses. “And how am I supposed to know that? How should I know anything more than the books I’ve read?”

Terrance doesn’t answer, looking to the sun with a glance that says he’s wasted enough time. He shakes his head, mutters a soft complaint to himself, and turns.

“Go back inside,” he says. “Find your stories and create new daydreams. There’s nothing for you out here.”

He speaks like it’s an undeniable truth, like it’s not something she’s already heard a hundred times.

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OC in Three

Tagged by @dogmomwrites so thank you very much for that! Tagging from my most recent activity, so please feel free to ignore if you'd like: @acertainmoshke @itskassidywrites @alinakerrin

Rules: Describe one of your characters in three pictures

I'm choosing Cylindra from Dandelion Dandelion!

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Excerpt: Cylindra meets Elysia

As I've gone through my editing so far, I've come across a few passages that I have starred as favorites. I figured that it's only fair to share a few!

The first snippet I've got is a meeting between Cylindra and Elysia. I love these two so much-- you have no idea. Ahh... they give me butterflies.

As the story is told from Cylindra's perspective and she doesn't know Elysia yet, assume that the stranger in question here is, in fact, our beloved Elysia.

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The woman pushes to her knees, breathing heavily— blood streaks her cheek and throat like the claw marks of some beast, bruises stuck to her chin and lips. She looks at Cylindra, and she looks like an animal who’s bitten their leg free from some trap only to stumble into another.

This stranger says nothing, her breaths too ragged for words, and she attempts to push to her feet. For a moment, it seems she might make it; and, for a moment, Cylindra wonders if this is nothing more than a hallucination, a vision of the minor deities said to follow Flores around. Perhaps this is Vesuvia, Flores’s helper, a guide for lost and desperate souls. Perhaps it’s Mora, a prophetic messenger who brings tales of the future.

Or, maybe, it’s just a girl who’s escaped disaster, Cylindra thinks as the stranger falls back to her knees.

“Careful,” Cylindra says, rushing towards the girl. She catches her beneath the arms, taking her weight with a heavy grunt. The stranger loses her balance, her white slip of a dress slick beneath her feet as she falls into Cylindra’s hold.

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Tag List (let me know if you want to be added/removed. It's my first time actually using the tag list, too, so my apologies if I missed anyone or added you by mistake!)

@saedoeswriting @mr-writes @darlingsmoon @aloeverawrites @dumdeedums-blog @the-ethereal-lorestar

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OC Favorites Game

Thanks for the tag @darlingsmoon!

Rules: Share photos of your OC’s favorites. Then tag four people and change up any one of the four favorite things categories for the next round!

I'll be sharing some of Cylindra's faves!

Favorite Hobby: Reading

Favorite Food: Pastries and Baked Goods

Favorite Festival/Parade: Birthdays, if those count. Otherwise, I don't know she has a fave

Favorite Book: A children's fairytale storybook

I loved this! As someone who stresses about whether or not my characters feel real or not, it's quite reassuring to be presented with these prompts and respond with "oh, yeah, Cylindra's fave is obviously--" It feels like I know her.

Tagging (with no pressure, as always): @mr-writes @kashas-stuff @bloodlessheirbyjacques and @redbirdbluebird (if you've already been tagged, feel free to ignore)

Your prompts are: Favorite Color, Favorite Song, Favorite Season, and Favorite Animal

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OC Song Tag

Thank you so much for the tag @aloeverawrites!!

Rules: Pick an OC and list some songs that suit them

Oh, I absolutely LOVE this. Music is such a huge part of my writing process, so you know I already have dozens of playlists made! Playlists for characters, plots, vibes, aesthetics... I'm a little obsessed.

I have to go with my girl, Cylindra. She's the main character, so most of the songs on my playlist for Dandelion, Dandelion focus on her perception of the story and the world. Definitely check out the songs if you have time, and please ask me to ramble about how they relate to her!

The Calling by The Amazing Devil

Immortal by Marina

Swarms of Song by Belle

The Magic by Icon For Hire

Secret Worlds by The Amazing Devil

Ship in a Bottle by Fin

Calling For Rain by Neo Liu, Tu Hua Bing

Are You Satisfied? by Marina

Heaven Knows by Robert Hallow and the Holy Men

Sinners by Lauren Aquilina

O.K. Fine by Clover the Girl

It's Alright by Mother Mother

Abandon Ship by Fin

Heroes by Emmy Curie

Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil

If you can't tell... Cylindra's going through it. She's having a sad time. She needs a hug.

Tagging: @shiloh-is-typing @evethenovicewriter @jess-p-edits and anyone else who wants to join! No pressure, and sorry if you've already done this!

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OC Intro: Cylindra

Protagonist ~ Cylindra Nyx 19 years old A nobleman's trapped daughter

Cylindra is the sole daughter to Esel and Erik Nyx, a family of nobility in a kingdom that prides itself on its freedom from magic. Though her name comes with power and status, Cylindra's lived her life under the shadow of an old superstition: daughters of nobility who leave home never come back the same. Fearing the worst for their unruly child, Esel and Erik keep her within the estate walls. Cylindra, though, doesn't fear magic or old rumors-- and she wishes for freedom and adventure more than anything else.

Fascinated by fairytales and storybooks, Cylindra romanticizes the idea of adventure-- a trait that often irritates her older brother, Terrance, the one who often has to drag her back home after her several failed runaway attempts. Though, of course, Cylindra doesn't consider it running away. Loyal to a fault, she always promises that she intends to return home.

When adventure does come calling, it's not quite as fantastic as Cylindra always dreamed. She finds herself unprepared for tragedies and the realities of life outside her safe walls, though she's stubborn enough to continue forward.

Cylindra's hair's as unruly as she is, red and wild, and she has her father's tree-green eyes. She wears her family's pendant around her neck, along with other charms she finds along her way.

Posts specific to Cylindra will be tagged as #OC: Cylindra.

Main WIP post here

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OC Description Tag Game

Tagged by: @blushroomx ~ Thank you so much! Tagging (no pressure!): @darlingsmoon @mr-writes @saedoeswriting @aloeverawrites and anyone else who wants to do it!

Rules: Describe an OC physically and mentally

I'll be describing my main character from Dandelion, Dandelion -- Cylindra Nyx!

Physical hair and eye color, approximate height, defining features

Cylindra's a young woman of noble birth. Nineteen years old and overprotected by her family, she takes a bit of pride in the unruliness of her red hair-- as if it's the only way she can get away with being a bit unruly. She has her father's tree-green eyes. It's a typical color in the region, but she doesn't mind so long as she doesn't have her mother's blue eyes. She's of average height for her age-- close to 5'6", if we're putting it into our measurement system. She doesn't wear much jewelry, but she is a fan of necklaces-- in fact, it'd be very difficult to find her without one.

Mental/Emotional How are they doing?

In the beginning of the story, Cylindra's exasperated with her life, locked away and spoken over. She struggles to understand the worth of a life that she can't lead on her own, and this leads to several runaway attempts. She's often at odds with the members of her family, even those who claim to have her best interest at heart. With each day, her restlessness grows into something with teeth; she fears it will eat her whole if she doesn't escape the quotidian routine of her life. At her core, she's terrified that it's all out of her control, and that she'll never find the fulfillment she's searching for-- even if she doesn't know what that might look like, for sure.

Two things you love about them:

She has so much love for the people around her! She defends her loved ones with her life. She's so pure and sincere in that regard, and she deserves so much better because so few people around her return that loyalty.

As I'm editing, I love the parts where I can note "BAMF Cylindra" because, honestly? Good for her. She deserves to be a bit feral at times.

Two things you hate about them:

She romanticizes the idea of adventure and fairytale lifestyles and, like, I get it-- but, also, it is very much not the fun and light-hearted thing she imagines it to be

She wants the best of both worlds. She wants to run away from her family but still believe that she can come back with nothing changed. She wants to have her adventure and travels but without any of the cost that's sure to come with it. It's a little spoiled.

Thanks again for the tag!

If anyone wants more information about Cylindra, I have her character page here

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incorrect quotes tag

Thank you so much for the tag @darlingsmoon! I love this!

Rules: use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed.

This is going to be so much fun, let's go!

Cylindra: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Oleander: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Cylindra: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Elysia, recording: This is so cute.

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Oleander: Met a dumbass today. Awful. Cylindra: You looked in a mirror? Oleander: someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.

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Oleander: Guys where did Elysia go? Faye: They got arrested. Oleander: How the hell- Elysia: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

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Cylindra, holding up their class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”. Cylindra, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?

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Oleander: What do you call a dictionary on drugs? Elysia: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you. Oleander: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better. Elysia: ...

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Cylindra: I have a problem. Faye: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.

Stopping there before I get addicted to thinking about my characters being a soft friend group rather than the mess that they become.

Tagging: @bloodlessheirbyjacques @moonscribbler @redbirdbluebird and @jess-p-edits (feel free to ignore, and sorry if you've already been tagged!)

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Incorrect Dandelion Dandelion Quote

Ran my characters through the incorrect quotes generator again for inspiration, and this one was surprisingly accurate.

Cylindra: Self care is actually getting into fights with random strangers in dark alleys. Elysia: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Faye: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

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Tens but... Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @aloeverawrites and @darlingsmoon!

Rules: list your OCs as “tens, but...” to give us a not at all comprehensive scope of their characters

I love doing things with my OCs!

Cylindra: She's a ten, but she kins the main character of every fairytale and fantasy novel she reads

Elysia: She's a ten, but she's so burdened by the mere thought of existence that she hardly considers herself to be part of it

Faye: She's a ten, but she will always prioritize her own goals over anyone and anything else

Oleander: He's a ten, but he's also a bird half the time.

Tagging: @thepixiediaries @bloodlessheirbyjacques @lockejhaven @klywrites and @cottonberryfinn (Feel free to ignore!)

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Cedrick's birthday, part 1

Attention the characters that appear and will be mentioned are not mine, they are ocs of @autumn2art, @xeo-kunsatan, @ghostbunnyarts Thanks for your attention <3.

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One ordinary morning, Cedrick was in his room sleeping, until.

"BIIIIP! BIIIIP!"

Alarm ringing

Cedrick: mmmhhh .. I don't want to go to school! >: T * trying to go back to sleep, but he realizes something * Ah yes today is my birthday! :D

he goes to his father's room, and begins to shake him around.

Cedrick: Dad! Dad! Wake up! you know what day it is!

Stratos: Cedrick! What are you doing up so early! ah right today is my child's birthday! * he said with a smile as he hugged him *

Cedrick: my cousins are coming! my aunt! and pac and company? :o

Stratos: of course they would not miss this celebration, but now go have breakfast, and get ready! that today we have many duties!

Cedrick: oh yeah right! but I don't want to go to school today! :c

stratos: but you won't have a party if you don't go! uwu

cedrick: ok :(

After 30 minutes of getting ready and having breakfast, Cedrick is picked up by the school bus from his school, when he arrived at the classroom he was received by his classmates and his teacher Mr. Daniels, that strange man with dark blue skin, gray hair and flat, white eyes always looked at him and his companions with great fear.

Mr. daniels: good morning children! good morning Kids..

he said with his nod and his voice quite low.

Cedrick: why did this man touch us !? * asked himself as he evaded him and settled on his desk *

The teacher started his class, everyone paid attention, many hours passed, everyone began to withdraw from school, outside the elementary school was his cousin, Bradley was waiting for him right there, Cedrick ran and hugged him.

Cedrick: BRADLEY! :D

Bradley: How have you been Small! I see you excited for your party today! * stroking his hair *

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When he arrived at the round house he was well received by the guards, they were, pacman, spiral and cylindra helping to decorate the garden for the birthday party, Stratos was giving them directions.

Stratos: if you eat everything! You will not have pacman cake! * he said with a fixed look at the yellow boy *

Pac: I get it .. * he said with a nervous smile * (control yourself! Control yourself! D ":)

cyli: ​​look, the birthday boy is here! :D

cedrick: cyli, Spiral, Pacman :D

Spiral: what happened little friend! You are getting bigger and bigger! >:D

stratos: until you show up! I've been calling you all morning and you didn't answer me! >: v * scolding Bradley *

Bradley: Do you need money for his gift?

Stratos - From here I smell sweat and other fluids! Go take a bath right now! D:<* I point to him *

Bradley: ok -_-

Cedrick: Will my uncle and my cousin dad be around? * asked kindly *

Stratos: * looks at cedrick * probably! But pac will be here in the event of a disaster!

Cedrick: ok ...

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in the underworld betrayus watching from his slimy camera how they prepare everything for his nephew cedrick's birthday.

Betrayus: demon they don't invite me like always * pouting *

Mitzy: Yes xP

Buttler: but good on the good side his nephew is going to have a wonderful birthday party .. * said motivating *

Betrayus: I know, but that damn lemon ball is among them! and we always end up losing!

Buttler: And are you going to send his little nephew a gift?

Betrayus: knowing my stupid brother, he wouldn't allow me to get near my nephew!

mitzy: but you have to give him a gift :3

Betrayus: but what would it be !? * said thinking *

Mitzy: oh I already have an excellent idea! :D * he said with the light on *

Betrayus: seriously which one? :D

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Jack: COUSIN! <3 *I greet your little cousin*

Cedrick: hello cousin jack! :3 * hugs her little cousin *

Ellie: Cousin look how big you are !? :)

CEdrick: yes cousin Ellie ^ //// ^

Arimette / Molasses: aaawww look at these just as pretty as the last time I saw you! ^^ * said her aunt while she pinched his cheek *

Ellie: I hope it's too late! because we brought you many gifts! :3

Cedrick: Yes! and what did they bring me from pac-tokyo? ...

Jack: We brought you some ...

Stratos: Sister how long! * welcoming her with open arms *

Arimette/molasses: Brother how have you been! I already know what betrayus did! I never thought that he ...

Stratos: I didn't expect him to do such a thing with your daughter either! but now i keep him away from jack and cedrick! unu;

Rotunda: son, won't you greet your mother! <3

Mrs. Spheros said entering the scene, she hugs her son as well as Arimette/molasses.

Bradley: Hi Grandma: -_-

rotunda: hello ... ¬_¬ ...

Since the whole family was gathered they sat at the large table, where the cake was, Mr. Sir.c was in charge of preparing the hamburgers and sausages with the help of his fellow Grinder, at the same time spheria appeared among all the guests.

Spheria: hello everyone! * greets with a gift for cedrick in his hands *

Sir.C: there is my sweet and beautiful spheria that brings you here! <3

Spheria: very good, I have a present for the little stratos! : D

Sir.C: I notice your voice somewhat tense, something happened !?

Spheria: * is going to leave the gift on the gift table * visit my old friend Arena! it's worse than ever! They have to sedate her constantly! she always spends her time tied up in bed and doesn't stop screaming! unu;

Sir.c: poor woman! the war if that upset it!

spheria: yes .. but now we have to have fun, after all it's cedrick's birthday ..

Among the guests was Bradley's dog, "Quartzy" with a basket full of cookies as a gift to Cedrick.

Continue...

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Without realizing it, I was being watched by a Giant dog, who was asleep and woken up by Kalu's neighing.

Meanwhile Aurora was talking to Cylindra through the cell phone.

Aurora asks her if everything was alright, since she was listening to Cyli quite nervous and scared, to which she asked if she was alright?

Cylindra was in her room still scared by the cookies that appeared in her room, Cherry cookie was juggling, Wizzard and strawberry cookie were chatting about how they would meet up with the others, while Cookie alchemist was reading a book about Pac-world, to understand that world they were teleported into.

However Aurora's pet barks at more cookies she found and saw them with a bad feeling, Cherry Blossom, cotton and tiger Lily were in front.

None of the three cookies moved, but Tiger Lily was on the defensive just in case.

Aurora and flora ocs of @xeo-kunsatan

Cookie run x PMATGA art roleplay with @xeo-kunsatan

It all begins when a portal opens, launching Gingerbrave, Angel, and Gumball into an unknown world.

That trip they had was very hectic, and all of them were separated in different portals, being that gingerbrave along with angel and gumball being taken to a place, where they land for their salvation.

More or less, it was a good landing, gingerbrave crashed into a giant hamburger where it cushioned his fall, angel how he knew how to fly was not difficult to land, and gumball fell into a strawberry milkshake.