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[20leafclover]

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If Clover sticks out like a sore thumb in Archimedes, he’s an entire sprained wrist in Cotes. Bright soft colors, open spaces, and the sheer amount of little pink leaves falling off these trees could make even the most discrete of leprechauns look and feel totally out of place. He knows it isn’t easy being green, but he hasn’t felt this awkward about not blending in since he first came to the City with a group of other, similarly weird losers.

Thankfully, it looks like he’s not the only one here. Whoever willingly dresses up in all blacks and greens - and an eye mask? - here is either trying to stick out, or is trying to be sneaky in a very stupid way. Both options are fun! Clover sidles up behind this mystery man, peering around him to see whatever he’s got his hands full of. Some sort of other rectangle with buttons on it, almost like an overly complicated walkie-talkie with no visible speaker? Not to mention the little metallic person-shaped thing near him currently at a standstill. Whatever’s going to happen here, it’s not going to be good - but it might be entertaining!

So he perks up, putting his best totally innocent face on before he pokes his head around again. Pointedly looks at the rectangle, looks up at the guy, tilts his head. “So do they give you more rectangles that do new things, or do you just have to find more useful ones around?”

[greenthundcr]

@glidewing-bard​​​​​​​​ || starter call !

“...so there I was, falling through the air as the explosions scattered pieces of my bro in all directions, metal and shrapnel flying at all of us!! The heroes were all pretty beat up by that point, obviously-- just a few more hits and I definitely would have defeated them. We were all crumpled and exhausted, but that wasn’t the worst of it. You remember when I mentioned that stupid-looking clown I was working with? Well he showed up out of nowhere like he always does, but instead of going back to finish the heroes off, he attacked me! Can you believe it? More explosions-- BANG!-- on all sides! Fire! Blinding light! Facing death without fear!!”

“...and then I showed up here. ...pretty crazy, huh?” Mr. L pauses momentarily before adding an afterthought to his fifteen-minute retelling of his past battles. 

“Do you have a backstory, or something?”

[atlas-the-hollow]

@greenthundcr

The Hollow Knight is beginning to believe they have found some semblance of purpose. The occasional passersby that takes pity on them find a way to fill their time. The Hollow Knight follows a new acquaintance, is given a task, and loses track of their mark. It’s a bit of a pattern, but not one they’ve fully picked up on. Or if they have, they’re just glad to have their time occupied.

The latest in this series is an order given by the ever-loud and always gesticulating carapaced mobster. Like the other mundane tasks given, the Hollow Knight does not understand the purpose. But they will carry it out nonetheless. With a diligent eye, the Hollow Knight is currently kneeling in a bed of grass, their single arm extended to touch the tip of each tiny green blade and keep a running tally in their head.

[ombraventi]

legend of zelda ; wind waker starters @greenthundcr​ said:

❛ Were you trying to give me a heart attack? ❜

“Who, me? I’m not so petty, no. But it’s rather pathetic if that was enough to give you a fright. Or, actually... stay skittish.” If this guy jumped easy, then perhaps he could tell Besty about him....

[glidewingbard]

@greenthundcr said: ✏️ // if you want! this is so cute 😭

"I'm no artist, and I only have a pen and some crayons to draw with, but I hope you like this!"

[dimittere]

ganondorf does not much care for technology. he'll learn fast in due time, surely, but patience has not been with him for YEARS. he's almost perpetually angry, always on the cusp of throwing fists. he's never been a man of grace, of kindness; he's a wildfire burning up, swallowing lesser men who DARED to approach. yet, out of his element, he teeters on the edge of WEAKNESS. oh, bloody weakness, making him seem as if a lesser man!

he's managed to hold back most of his emotions so far, hundreds of years of practice pulled back behind an unflinching facade. cold man that he is, only just shaken by this reality —- he's thankful, that for DESPITE his size, ganondorf can seem unnoticed if he so chooses. sitting in a dark corner, beneath the shade of trees, he's fussing over this ‘phone’ he's been GIVEN. a stupid, in his eyes pointless object, surely for why would he need to communicate with ANYONE?

it only takes perhaps a minute of fiddling with the object before he's lost patience. one last look at the object, disgust evident in the sneer of his lips, before he TOSSES it, thrown over one shoulder without a care in the world or regard to WHOMEVER it may hit. it is just a pointless piece of electronics, after all.

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[rentcro]

@greenthundcr​ 

    ‘harrrh, did the vending machine just eat up my money?!’ drinking a can of juice under the hot day was never a bad thing, wasn’t it? the state of dehydration could be avoided as well! unfortunately, things didn’t always go the way he wanted. using the dust he had to purchase a can of juice from the vending machine, the transfer of dust led to a technical error shown in the vending machine’s purchase screen ー purchase error ー. ‘... m-man, just how unlucky today i can be-’ 

[zrpants]

2, 6, 10, 11, 30?

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

Theoretically, Lord of the Rings, and Ratatouille. Though, realistically, if I’m upset I’m more likely to just watch a let’s play or something like that.

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical). 

I fall asleep very easily; I can draw things on my skin that feel good; my haircut feels good to touch; I can make an omelette (not a mean omelette, but an omelette nonetheless); I have learned to appreciate tea; I have learned to appreciate small plants and once grew a pretty successful triage of basils (named Hallward, from Dorian Gray).

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

Break -- cuddling my cat, seeing my parents, reading something comforting.

11. what’s your ideal date?

Cuddling, preferably somewhere soft and warm and alone-ish, listening to their music.

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

Certain videogames (Undertale, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Civ); tea and cocoa; Percy, my cat; music; family; driving alone; blankets; calm days spent indoors.

[onelichtwolich]

4, 13, 18, 20?

HECK THESE ARE SO MANY!!!! THANK U FRIEND!!!!!

4. What are some of your rp pet peeves?: i dunno that i have any that are just pet peeves that irk me. i’m just vastly uncomfortable w certain subjects, like NSFW, or triggers to me. but that doesn’t rly count??

13. Who are five of your favorite characters? (In the rp community or otherwise): rp community so far -- barry, undyne, ashe, the nightmare knight, johann/bard. in general -- lup & taako taaco, moana, mabel pines, tavros nitram.

18. What makes for a great roleplay partner in your opinion?: honestly all i rly care about, is that we both have fun, but it’s also good to scream great ideas at each other... and i rly respond well to friendliness... aloofness or less gentle attitudes can intimidate me (IM V ANXIETY).

20. If you could tell your muse something, what would it be?: you are strong, and beautiful, and powerful. no matter what happens, you are going to be okay.

[nonepunchman]

((Starter for @greenthundcr​!))

Mob hasn’t run into either of the Mario brothers yet, so there’s nothing that strikes him as particularly strange - or even particularly eccentric, considering where he comes from - about the man nearby.

But the man is certainly... drawing some attention to himself. Because he has the subtlety of a freight train. Mob just wanted to spend some time in this little cafe and relax, but he’s so loud...

Eventually, he’s had enough. He walks over and approaches, ready to tell this stranger to please keep it down, and...

Says absolutely nothing. In fact, he looks rather terrified at the prospect. And now he’s just staring. Which just makes him feel worse.

Oh boy.

[humongousbastard]

@greenthundcr

     This whole fucking city is some kind of shake up. Boxcars can’t find shit, can hardly tie his shoe without getting lost in the process. It’s like the scenery changes every time he turns around or something. Fucking weird.

     Like hell he’s giving up, though. He’s going to get outta here, and in the meantime he’s going to live like a fucking person and not like some kinda idiot. Some way or another, he is going to get a french press for his coffee, a tasteful rug for his entryway, and a daily paper delivered to his apartment every morning. 

     With the amount of money available to him at the moment, only one of these is actually attainable - and sure, if he wants a newspaper he should go to the landlord and ask about getting one, but see, he’s already out in the city for unrelated reasons (none of these fuckin stores have carapace cream, how’s he supposed to soothe a crack, huh), and without his fucking spacial sense it takes what feels like seven goddamn hours to find his apartment again, and by then his shoes are all scuffed up and he has to shine them for the third time this week. He’s shining his own shoes now. The hell is up with that.

     So, see, he’s out walking the fucking streets like a real bum, and he’s ended up in a place with houses, how the hell did he end up here, there ain’t any houses near his apartment, and he’s sick and tired of all this looking around and sunshine and lawns with grass, what episode of I Love Lucy do these fucking people even think they’re in.

     Sick and fucking tired. He makes the conscious decision to get off the sidewalk and step into someone’s driveway, and follow that someone’s entry way to their door, and then knock on that someone’s door with his big meaty fucking fists to demand to know what kinda operation is going on here and where a man can get the Dear Amy column.

[nooklisms]

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{ 🍃 }  — “Hm? Oh!” Nook lifts a plant from the supermarket’s display, beautiful green ferns glistening until the fluorescent lighting. It didn’t matter that some leaves were wilted around the edges, he waved it to the green looking person anyway, as though he’d made the most wonderful discovery of the century.

“This! Hm, it looks beautiful with your clothes! You are well dressed, very well dressed, and I think this lovely plant will suite you. Hm, yes, have you thought about plants like these before?”

[greenthundcr]

taking @20leafclover​ out to dinner.

Mr. L leans forward, elbow on the polished wooden table. He’s in high spirits; the decor isn’t quite his cup of tea, but the general atmosphere is warm and welcoming and he’s enjoying himself already.

It helps that he’s sharing the experience with good company.

“Get whatever you want. We’ll be coming into plenty of money soon!” The menu’s full of some rather strange and unique dishes, but they all seem pretty good. ...better than the snack foods and frozen meals that Mr. L’s been living off of until now, at least. Belatedly, he wonders what Clover’s used to eating-- he seemed to like that soda, but it might just be the spell of the island allowing them to all metabolize the same sort of food. What’s a nice meal like back in the City?

They’ve gotten to know much about each other in a short amount of time, but there’s still a lot about Clover and his world and his life that Mr. L has yet to learn.

...luckily, there’s nothing like a nice dinner out to help two people get closer.

[letthehuntbegin-blog]

@greenthundcr​ starter!

Blood sputtered out of his mouth with every gasping laugh, the contractions of his abdomen causing his viscera to riot in pain. For joy, it burned, it BURNED! And it had been burning for so much longer than he was used to. The ecstasy Raven felt right now was unfathomable. He knew from the minute he arrived in this strange world called Isola that he was physically different, but never could he have imagined he was this weak; not til his little experiment with one of the townhouse’s sharpest kitchen knives, that is. He had slit his neck, stabbed himself in the colon over and over again--such a simple, uninspired attack on himself--and yet it had brought him to this point.

 His field of vision was almost entirely dark now, every sound, including the howl of his laughter, sounded so far away. The promise of death lay just before him, he just knew it! This was the closest he’d ever been. The only thing he had to do was get across that final threshold--something he would have joyously done himself had he the strength. Alas, he was too weak. Due to the amount of blood he was losing, his body had been reduced to just a heavy, soaking wet thing that he could hardly control, and he couldn’t muster enough power to deliver the final few slices that were needed to put an end to it all. 

Whether it took an hour or mere minutes to drag himself out of Townhouse 217, he couldn’t say. But he had done so as fast as he possibly could, hoping to the holy ghost he wouldn’t heal before then.

Somebody else had to finish him off. 

A man with merciless eyes was before him now. He crawled across the rough concrete with haste, his heart fighting in his chest. He wrapped his fingers around the stranger’s thick ankles, a ghastly bloody smile on his face and eyes filled with tears. 

“Oooh, please! Finish me off,” he begged desperately, his entire body was giddy with thirst. “Fast! Before I survive--do it! Murder me!” 

[20leafclover]

æ, ♪ ,（・□・；） !

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

i don’t know    if clover knows a lot of different languages exist! there’s definitely carapacian (in both prospitian and dersite dialects), but he probably mostly knows alternian(/homestuck common whatever) from Lord English’s Outside Influences and such. if he knows about more eventually he’d probably want to learn something like italian for romance language reasons

♪ = What music the character likes 

he likes orchestral, since it’s what the Felt played (when they very briefly did that), but since coming to the city he also learned to really love jazz! he hasn’t heard much else :(

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable 

droog telling him he’s cute when he’s mad is p high up there. droog in general. he also doesn’t do great around strong emotions besides Anger, so people crying and the like around him makes him uncomfortable.

[ombraventi]

send a flower to hear… 🌼… a story about the past. @greenthundcr​ asked to hear a story

“Oh? Oh, yes, it’s quite simple. We all have those we would consider enemies, do we not? Some brat in a green tunic decided he should stand against me- but naturally, I can deal with a stupid child. It was easy to knock the kid out.” 

Vaati was mostly bragging, more than happy to discuss how successful he’d been at dealing with his Link, all before he’d wound up here. Of course, he had no intention of mentioning that he still hadn’t really fought the kid... nor did he want to mention that, by all accounts, he was likely going to lose.

But none of that was set in stone, so he hardly cared at all.