#Ullane Wistim

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Ullane knows who Karell is because he’s Thrixe’s kismesis, though she’s never talked to him herself.

[raitrolling]

Just remembered I still had a photo on my phone sO

an Ullane I snuck into @cloudbattrolls Christmas present this year :] we love unhinged women in stem here

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an over 18 doctor, be as honest as she likes

I lied, I can't contain her, she's broken her cage and now she's Judging People

Reblog with 1 troll at a time and Vayuya will judge them. She'll be nice to kids, but I promise nothing for anyone else so please note if the muse is under 18.

[12thperigeeball]

Grand Couturier Nominee No. 4 - Dyanni Hallow

Submitted by: Ullane Wistim

I want to nominate Dyanni Hallow to be the:

[ ] Ball King

[ ] Ball Queen

[x] Grand Couturier

of the Ball of 12th Perigee Eve 2024 because ….

It’ll be really funny. Trust me. Just watch him stare at a bug for five minutes and you’ll understand.

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Tink: Bite off more than you can chew.

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You’re not unfamiliar with the experience of slowly coming back to your senses after an extended period of hunger. Izzy tries, but there’s only so much competence you can expect from someone that would probably turn his wallet over to the first person that asked for it firmly enough, and sometimes you have to do without.

It’s a pretty gradual process, generally. When you’re mostly gone, there aren’t many thoughts passing through your mind other than ‘meat,’ ‘sun,’ and ‘family.’ Those last two were happening a lot, now that you think about it, in your recent memory. The past few hours, though, it’s mostly just been ‘meat’ on repeat, which, frankly - you didn’t know you could be retroactively annoyed by the incompetence of your own thought processes, but there you go.

Anyways. You generally go from that, to more complicated thoughts and ideas, and get stuck sorting through your memories for a while as you chew on whatever hunk of someone that Izzy brought you before you hit the point of contextual awareness. You spent this period of reflection mostly being miffed at how bland your meal is. There isn’t even any blood in it, and it’s all this weird pale color that looks like its never seen moonlight.

When it clicks to you where you are and what you’re eating, you will never, ever let anybody know, but you scream. And also fling a chunk of grey whatever-the-hell across the room, where it slaps against the wall anticlimactically and oozes to the floor.

You, meanwhile, shoot to your feet and press your hands to the plexiglass viewing aperture of what you have just realized is your well-lit, white, fantastically sterile cell, eye wide.

It’s a lab of some sort. Well-used, not quite new, but pretty fancy-looking as far as you can tell. There are other cells, mostly with strange-looking animals in them. One of them is eyeing your meat hunk contemplatively, and you bare your teeth at it through two layers of plexiglass. It backs off.

You shake your head, blinking, and try to swallow past the lump in your throat when you beat on the wall of your cell and shout.

“Hey!” you yell, “Hey, hello, I seem to have been trapped in a cell with a bunch of bloodthirsty beasts! I would like to request some assistance, please!”

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This is rough so I’m not gonna put it in the tag proper but basic sketch of what Ullane’s ball outfit looked like this year. She thought she was so funny dressing up as a butterfly fairy until Ulisse came along.

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“You have a cute hairstyle. Never much understood streaming, but lots of people seem to enjoy it.”

One entire doctor.

Kitty Judges !

These always are fun heho, would anyone like to be judged by the streamer?

Rb with 1-2 charas and kitzun will judge them! Multiple rbs and judgebacks are both welcome and encouraged ^^

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[LOG] dumpster days, pt 2/3

[A short time after the last post, Widsth swings back into the chat and takes a selfie. Hadean and Ullane do some shipping at low, low rates.]

IT: I have aCquired a temporary refuge IT: MN -- Emerel, I presume, given thy exposure to Pheres's amorous inClinations? -- I am some thirty kilometers west of CasCara, yes

JM: What is Cascara like

MN: its onE of thE biggEst finE art and historical cEntErs on thE continEnt its prEtty awEsomE MN: okay cool orphEo tEll .ME. whErE you arE and what you look likE and .I.ll comE pick you up

JM: From what you say JM: He is around your height JM: His horns are large and I wonder he does not wreck doorways

MN: aw shit what a rack

JM: He has glasses and a JM: damn JM: cup cut? JM: No JM: ... JM: His hair goes to the middle of his neck about JM: That's about it

MN: dEscriptiVE

JM: he has an accent

IT: as it may be diffiCult to follow the desCription given IT: here is a photo!!

JM: now I get to feel redundantJM: oh wellJM: my pumpbiscuit will go on

-- inspiredTalesmith sent sgdsjk.jpg [a rather blurry selfie taken as he runs down the street. The ceruleans are visible over his shoulder--

MN: jm thats a bowl cut

ID: run nerd, run.

MN: no kidding about thE horns wow

IT: i am headed down ironCold lane, and I am

MN: ironcold MN: okay thErE should be a sErVicE station nEar thErE somEwhErE MN: hidE out in thE toilEt thErE and .I.ll bE oVEr in a flash

IT:  About that IT: I remain on IronCold lane, however IT: I appear to have taken up residenCe in a dumpster IT: This surprises me as muCh as it may surprise you

ID: ahahah did you jump in.

MN: ....okaaay stay in the dumpstEr MN: and .I. will find you in thE fucking dumpstEr

IT: I didst not jump in, ID, for thy information IT: I didst not WILLINGLY GO IT: I was PUT

ID: ahahah classic.

MN: this is why wE dont stEp on toEs hErE

JM: into the trash with you

ID: welcome to your new hive.

IT: they are trying to deCide whether to send someone after me IT: I am enshrined in half-rotten produCe, like a gutter saint IT: I Can pelt them with tomatoes, should the need arise IT: Unfortunately my Chosen weapon is of no use in this environ

ID: you throwing tomatoes will just piss them off more probably.

IT: I do not, in faCt, Care about their feelings IT: Given that they have THROWN ME INTO A DUMPSTER

JM: tsk JM: rude

ID: i mean. pissed trolls are more likely to cull you but whatever.

MN: hold on .I.m still on the way MN: just kEEp thEm distactEd or whatEVEr until .I. gEt thErE MN: dudE just moVing to thE dumpstEr might bE thE safEst placE for you by this point

IT: I have invited them to duel me in my new hive IT: one-on-one, of Course, as is right and honorable

ID: well emerel, your new buddy is fucked.

MN: a duEl in a dumpstEr sounds likE a littlE morE than a duEl if you gEt what .I.m saying MN: .BUT STOP CHALLENGING THEM YOU WINGNUT. MN: .WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

ID: he wants to die in battle. not pounded to death while hiding in the dumpster.

JM: I begin to see how you came to me with such wounds

IT: SiC transit gloria mundi IT: u0u

ID: what.

JM: something world

ID: hatched a nerd, die a nerd i guess. =:I

MN: dont you giVE .ME. that MN: yourE going to liVE if .I. haVE to drag you back from hEll damn it

IT: why Emerel, I barely know thee IT: ;O

JM: pfft

ID: <>?

JM: wouldn't bother, Orpheo JM: I think it's born of irritation

MN: wEll normally .I. giVE no fucks MN: but .I. already said .I. was picking you up and damn if .I. look likE a liar now MN: uh no MN: no <>

ID: boo. ID: you're ruining the rom dramaness of this chat right now.

MN: plus .PHERES. is fond of you so

ID: if i had popcorn i'd be throwing it at the screen right now.

MN: .I.ll ruin your facE nExt ;)

ID: you're welcome to try. =;) i mean you'll fail, but more power to you.

MN: bitch try .ME.

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hannah and ruvlin

This is gonna be long, so I'm putting it under a spoiler

Hannah

01. Full name: Hannah Descur

02. Best friend: Hydran Yepaki

03. Sexuality: Demiromantic demisexual

04. Favorite color: Blue

05. Relationship status: Open in all quads

06. Ideal mate: Someone honest, patient, reliable, and shares their interests. Appearance and caste are irrelevant

07. Turn-ons: ???

08. Favorite food: Grubloaf

09. Crushes: None

10. Favorite music: Classical

11. Biggest fear: Freezing to death

12. Biggest fantasy: Finding a cure for their curse

13. Bad habits: Grinds their teeth

14. Biggest regret: Killing Llymic

15. Best kept secrets: They used to be a cannibal

16. Last thought: (((Hydran would like this meme.)))

17. Worst romantic experience: N/A

18. Biggest insecurity: Not being able to pick up on tone and nonverbal cues very well

19. Weapon of choice: Handheld mini circular saw

20. Role Model: Ullane Wistim

Ruvlin

01. Full name: Ruvlin Descur

02. Best friend: Probably Nebale. He doesn't have many close friends

03. Sexuality: Biromantic bisexual

04. Favorite color: Black bc he's boring

05. Relationship status: Pale with Kelona and currently dating in flush, but open in pitch and ashen

06. Ideal mate: Someone direct, willing to take the lead, and patient, mostly. He's passive and doesn't always communicate well, so someone to counter that is good for him. He also loves people that are affectionate.

07. Turn-ons: Energetic, passionate, kindness

08. Favorite food: Lobster

09. Crushes: Proxus and Smiler (both flush)

10. Favorite music: Heavy metal

11. Biggest fear: Being killed/eaten by undead

12. Biggest fantasy: Seeing his former quads again

13. Bad habits: Bottling his feelings and brushing them off when brought up

14. Biggest regret: Killing his lusus

15. Best kept secrets: Honestly, I couldn't tell you. With the exception of talking about his feelings, he's pretty much an open book.

16. Last thought: \\What should I do for dinner?//

17. Worst romantic experience: While on a date with his former pale, some other trolls started harrassing him, and Ruvlin got his ass kicked trying to defend him.

18. Biggest insecurity: He worries that his job and becoming so jaded as a result makes him a bad person

19. Weapon of choice: Guns, to put it simply. Which one he uses depends on the circumstances.

20. Role Model: He doesn't really have one.

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@hubbery @contrastparadoxx

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A doctor with the power to control cells and other microscopic units.

Reblog with 1-2 trolls to have The Empress' hunting beast judge them. Bokura's not too chatty but he'll say how likely he thinks they'd be to become an issue for his Empress.

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Right Now You're Mine

Ullane Wistim | Mobile Wellspring Clinic | Present Night

TW: Brief mention of vaccines being administered, a non-consensual kiss, non-consensual surgery & brain modification.

“There you go.” The artifice said in a soothing tone to a young patient, one getting some shots for the first time. 

The child - maybe five sweeps old - kicked their feet nervously as they sat on the medical table while Ullane finished administering the vaccines. 

It was late in the night, and this was the last patient of the evening; the sun’s light would soon start to peek into the sky, though it wouldn’t rise for some time.

Arty had suggested asking Chimer for some funding in exchange for taking on a few projects for her and Ullane had to admit, it was working out well so far. They’d been able to afford more things like tetanus and rabies shots for lowbloods who would likely never have access to such things otherwise.

She finished putting the band-aid on the slightly sniffling young redblood’s upper arm, and nodded encouragingly. Arty did as well.

They hopped off the table and left, their extra-large sandpiper lusus fluttering after them. The clinic was empty except for the pair of them now, and Ullane locked the door behind her fellow lowblood.

She narrowed her currently yellow-disguised eyes at her assistant, who blinked back at her indifferently with its teal ones.

“Do you need anything else?” It asked her politely.

Too polite. It hadn’t smirked or laughed or done any of its inexplicable whimsical behaviors in a few nights now, nor made any non-troll vocalizations.

Something was wrong. 

“Why have you modified your behavior?” She asked bluntly.

“I was tired of being emotional.” It answered placidly. “So I erased them.”

“Too bad.” She retorted. “Put them back now.”

“No.”

“That’s an order.” The yellowblood tightly, glaring at it as her ears flicked in irritation.

It blinked. “You don’t have permissions for that modification.” It said in a pleasant tone.

Its smile lacked any of its usual eeriness. A peaceful, empty expression.

Ullane gave it a morbid one of her own in return.

“Manual it is then.”

Ullane tackled it to the clinic’s hard gray floor, strengthening her muscles with her psiionics. Luckily this was one of its fairly organic bodies, as it to be to keep up appearances among the troll patients - not quite as fast or strong as its more technological ones with lightning reflexes.

Not that the artifice made it easy regardless - it writhed hard, yet aimed no blows at her, not wanting to hurt the medic. 

Exactly as she’d suspected.

She covered her hands with bone claws, hard and layered, strong enough to tear through her assistant’s synthetic flesh and blood to the blades within on its face and neck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” It said, tone still pleasant as she gouged deep into its flesh. It had stopped writhing, but she knew it wasn’t done resisting her; it never gave up so easily.

“Really, Mal, what are you trying to accomplish?” It added calmly as imitation teal blood pooled on the floor and its skin hung in tatters. 

“I’m stable this way. I’m behaving like a regular construct, courteous and hardworking. What could you possibly have a problem with?”

“It doesn’t get to be this easy for you.” She grunted, putting her hands to the blades gleaming with drops of blood and the moisture of the flesh she’d recently torn through.

“Oh, it’s about jealousy. I’m afraid I cannot assist you with that. I advise seeking counseling.”

She laughed sharply as she revealed more blades, and grasped at them eagerly with her bone-covered hands like they were something precious.

“Is about Glas too. Selfish creature, you think nothing of them? They’ll be hurt by this.”

“They have many friends. I am more of an entertainment anyway. The loss will be minimal.”

She laughed again, almost cruelly.

“You wish it were so easy. It’s never easy! They keep caring! They won’t let you go!”

The Maledict’s eyes flared a glowing red-pink, and the blades in her hands began to change to flesh -

Then Arty kicked her clean across the room, hard enough that she rammed hard into the wall and gasped for air, sure her whole side was bruised. She’d been lucky to escape a cracked or broken horn, or a sprained ankle.

“Psiionic violation of autonomy registered. Please cease your attempts to alter me, or further retaliation will be forthcoming.” It chirped.

“Question.” She panted as she dissolved the bone, letting the collagen-filled liquid drip to the floor. “You have courtesy protocols.”

“Courtesy protocols in active service.” It confirmed.

“Are autonomy violations prioritized over courtesy?”

“Yes.” It confirmed.

Damn, she thought. It made sense, but still.

Then an idea occurred to her. 

“How do you enact courtesy requirements if a troll attempts to violate them?”

“Encouragement to cease. Violence is only permissible if a certain level of violation is achieved.”

Ullane’s eyes glowed with psi and calculations, her mouth set in a grim and angry line.

“I’ll take those chances.” She said softly, and with a wince and curse picked herself up and threw herself at the artifice, which had begun trying to repair the holes she’d torn in it.

This time, she didn’t try to tackle it or keep it down - instead she dragged it up with her, gripping its t-shirt.

She wrapped one arm around its middle and one around its neck as they both stood up together in a struggling duet.

Then Ullane kissed it - with a lot of teeth and very little lip - on the mouth.

It froze, and she wrestled it down onto the operating table as an automatic request to stop came from the artifice - though its eyes were empty of feeling, its face still lacking expression.

She detached herself from it and it sat up. She shoved it down again and quickly strapped one arm down - with restraints designed to hold down fuchsias. 

It writhed, saying this was not its intended use, but the medic ignored its words and her own aches to keep it pinned down and fasten the other straps.

The Maledict panted as she finished, sweat running down her face and limbs, tail limp from her efforts.

It lay on the table, each limb restrained, still and indifferent as any other piece of machinery.

“Fully manual, then.” She said with a bloodstained mustard grin, eyes still reddish pink.

She’d bitten her tongue during her struggles with it, but she was going to enjoy what happened next.

“Attempts to reconfigure my coding will be retaliated against.” It warned her in flat tones.

“Just need to fix your body.” She said, taking out surgical instruments and putting a medical mask on so she could delve back into the wounds she’d already made.

“Attempts to destroy my internal - ”

Then, setting her tools aside, Ullane grasped the blades in its neck with her bare hands again, bleeding in dark highlighter yellow tones, gloriously bleeding as she stroked them almost lovingly and Arty fell silent.

“No.” She whispered, then used her psiionics on her dripping blood to grow flesh from it over the blades, flesh to join with the metallic cells that were the construct’s most basic unit.

She did not alter the thing itself. But now she was growing into it, binding them together on a biological level, creating a new substance that still remained part of the artifice’s body.

Then she turned it into a virus, released her power from it, and set it loose in the creature’s insides.

The Maledict watched her creation convert gleaming tech to complex biological matter, working its way up to the artifice’s brain, as she sealed her wounds with her power and waited.

Ancestral spirits, she ached, and her hands would be sore even after healing them. 

Yet it would be worth it.

The artifice shuddered and twitched, its body reacting while its face was still expressionless, until -

Feeling sprung back into its eyes as its entire self was overwritten by her virus - its body unable to reject something partially made of its own being.

“Ohhhhh, Mal…” It groaned, now knitting its wounds back together as it lay there, including the fang marks around its mouth. Its teal eyes found her face as it shook its head.

“You’re a terrible kisser.”

“Wasn’t trying to do a good job.” She deadpanned.

“I’d rather have Glas again.”

She scowled.

“You won’t.” She accused, voice slightly threatening.

“I won’t. I just want it on record.”

“Anyway.” She said, brushing past that. “You have to feel. No getting out of it.”

“You know I have other bodies, right? You can’t win this; I’ll develop a resistance and reconfigure myself.”

The medic grinned savagely.

“I’m the Maledict. Try it.”

“I’m the Guardian Artifice. I will.” It said, bored and unimpressed as its ears flicked.

She took out her phone.

“Texting Glas and saying you tried to not love them. They’ll be so sad.”

“Hey!” It protested, sitting up and swiping at the device.

The medic dodged its grabs with a wince, then smirked.

She knew she’d only won a battle and not the war. She knew this would be a difficult victory.

But it didn’t get an easy way out when she didn’t either, and neither of them got to abandon Glasya, or anyone else who cared for either of them. 

No matter how tempting it could be.

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@raitrolling @nihilistic-body

"Thank you. Will cherish your advice forever."

You then proceed to do none of that and stay silent.

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Enchanting Ghost

Ullane Wistim | Northern Reaches | Present Night

Ullane finished up some paperwork in the clinic, looking out its nearest window to where she knew Arty was standing.

It had been standing there for some time - nearly an hour. At first, she’d figured it simply needed some time on its own, and had let it be.

Now, late in the night and with dawn not far off, she was starting to get a little worried.

Technically, she had more she could do…but most records were updated for the moment, and she was settling into a more…well, if she had to be honest, sustainable routine for her paperwork. The clinic was settling into a planned route, with future checkups now. 

It finally felt…viable. Stable. She could take a few moments to check on her assistant; this wasn’t normal behavior even for the artifice.

Right now they weren’t too far from Tuuya’s cavern, funnily enough. It was cold; she threw on a jacket before she went outside.

Arty hadn’t even grabbed one. Odd, it usually dressed as trolls would for the ambient temperature, so it would blend in better.

“Hello.” She said, knowing it could almost certainly sense her coming, but wanting to warn it anyway as she walked over, shoes stepping through cold ground and dead grass.

It didn’t respond.

She got closer.

“Arty?” Her tone was a bit concerned. “Are you all right?”

There was a pause. Then it sighed deeply, and she noticed its ears were very low, drooping against its hair.

“...I’d love to say I am, but you’re not stupid.” It said, with a slight, grim chuckle. “No, I’m not, but don’t worry about me. I’m being dumb, that’s all. Even I wouldn’t want to humor myself right now.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Won’t force you to talk, but that worries me.” She said plainly, but not harshly. “You seem very…down.”

“I am.” It admitted quietly. “I’m…” 

It finally turned to face her, looking rather forlorn.

“I don’t…I don’t ever want to hurt Glas again. I’m worried I’m influencing them to keep ignoring their safety, even though I don’t want to do that at all.”

Ullane looked into its worried teal eyes, its sorrowful expression, and felt something thaw in her.

She reached out and put a hand on its shoulder.

“Can’t always stop from hurting people.” She said calmly. “No matter how you want to. I hate it too. I hate what I can be like.”

She looked up at the sky, far enough from any cities that many stars were visible.

“It doesn’t mean you aren’t a good friend. Yes - I admit it. Glas clearly likes you, you were there for them when I couldn’t be. When Thrixe couldn’t be. They need that, even if they won’t admit it. It’s wonderful they have Mikail, but they need friends too, good ones.”

It eeked softly in surprise. The yellowblood kept talking.

“You must be careful. So must I. We all have things to be careful of, Arty, no matter who and what we are. There’s never…” She sighed. “Much as I hate it, never comes a time when we can stop. But…never comes a time we shouldn’t enjoy what we have either. I’d forgotten that too, I understand.”

She tugged on it gently with the hand on its shoulder.

“Back inside, hm? I’m not so immune to cold as you.”

It followed her obediently as she guided it back with her hand, wearing its common wide eyed expression.

As they walked back into the warmer clinic, she let go of it and took her jacket off, sitting down in one of the waiting room chairs. Arty sat opposite of her, still wide eyed, clasping its hands in its lap.

“Glas can make their own choices. Much as I might not approve, know there’s nothing I can do.” The yellowblood said with soft snort. 

She leaned back in the chair. They were more comfortable than many waiting room chairs; somewhat padded, though still covered by a layer of flexible plastic so they could be cleaned easily.

“I know.” Arty said quietly. “But I can’t always fully control myself. There’s so…so much of me, and even spreading myself among a lot of bodies can only somewhat help, when my feelings are so strong sometimes. I…it’s selfish, being among trollkind. I shouldn’t. I should -”

“Stop.” Ullane cut in, firm but calm. “Stop, Arty. Please. I understand the temptation - more than anyone, I understand - but you can’t. Like it or not, you’ve made a place for yourself - several - and you have to respect that. You can’t just leave if it’s difficult.”

She got up, stepping over to it quickly, and put both hands on its shoulders. 

“Would be more selfish to disappear. To take the easy way out. I’ve wanted to - you know I have - but I can’t. You can’t. Horrible as we can be, we have to stay. Unlovable as we might be, we have to stay. Or nothing can ever get better.”

The yellowblood’s mouth twitched in a slightly morbid smile as the artifice looked at her, even more wide-eyed than it had been before.

“I don’t…I don’t really make anything better, do I? Aside from being useful.”

Its voice was so hesitant, it almost frightened her. So different from how it usually was. So vulnerable.

For the first time, Ullane looked at the artifice and did not hate what she saw of herself there.

“That’s not true.” She said, gentle. “You make Glas laugh. You remind me to take care of myself.” She admitted with a grudging smile. “Yes, you’re annoying or difficult sometimes, and very strange. But not without worth, as yourself.”

“A.” Said Arty, apparently incapable of saying anything besides that one sound. Its ears were flicking back, forward, up and down, as if it had no idea how to feel.

It was cute. She’d admit it, even if only to herself - the artifice could be a bit cute, sometimes.

She took her hands off its shoulders and turned around, only to find herself gripped around the middle as Arty pressed its face into her back and miaoued. 

“Don’t go.” It said. “Please?”

Ullane sat down in the chair next to it, and Arty clung to her, curling up and placing itself inside her outstretched arm, still wide-eyed.

She scratched its head between its horns, lightly running her fingers through its wavy hair.

It didn’t purr like it did for Glas, but it closed its eyes and seemed, if not relaxed, then content for the moment.

Ullane would - silently, only to herself - concede she felt the same way.

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“Seem…quiet, polite, strange for fleet troll. Good for you. Must be hard.”

A mediculler! She runs a clinic and works with troll and animal subjects for her psiionic studies.

Sibley Judgement? Sibley Judgement.

Reblog with an oc to hear this lil guy’s opinion on them! I suggest including a small description or some dialogue, since Sib’s vision is limited to blurry blocks of color.

Multiple reblogs are fine and judge backs are welcome :D

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Out of context meme summary of my drabble planned for Saturday.