#lucky lapine

[isopvppy]

Hi gang, does anyone have a Lucky Lapine code I could use? I realllyyyy wanna try it out!! :(((

[melon2109]

No, cause Ally is so right, Bambi singing Reading Rainbow is everything to me

[alltheleviathans]

A redraw of After Midnight by Jack Vettriano

[comicwaren]

From Star Wars: Doctor Aphra Vol. 2 #037, “Flesh Resolved”

Art by Minkyu Jung, Jethro Morales and Rachelle Rosenberg

Written by Alyssa Wong

[officialdaydreamer00]

RSA!IRENE LOVEJOY HEADCANONS

looks a lot more like her godly mother, athena

blessed in music by apollo, and thrives in one of her mother's domain, arts and crafts

usually looks happy-go-lucky and air-headed (read: a bit naive), but can be serious at times

easily bored and needs near constant audio stimming

likes: sweets, fluffy animals, fidget toys, singing

dislikes: bitter food, butterflies, untidiness

tags bc i think yguys might like this :D @aqua-beam @identity-theft-101 @azulashengrottospiano @siren-serenity @bun-lapin @cheezy-moon @cookiesandbiscuits @minimallyminnie @mermaidfanficlibrary @dove-da-birb @taruruchi @thehollowwriter

[maddascanbe-blog]

What's this? Unifications and Kwami swaps?!?

Part 2 of the unifications

While sometimes I can come up with ideas on what a unified miraculous should look like right away, like with Shadow Moth and Dragonfly, other times I struggle way less when I draw out the characters with Both miraculous first.

Viper Noir was kind of the exception since I very intentionally didn't want it to look like Aspik that much.

But for these designs I really felt it was important to get my designs out on paper first. SO! Let's talk Kwami Swaps and then we'll get to the unifications.

Since Pegasus already exists, I couldn't call Marinette with the horse that, but according to my brief research Arion is the name of one Pegasus form Greek mythology.

Much like with Chloe as Champion I base Marinette's on equestrian uniforms, and I've always treated blue as the horses accent color since that's the color of the Voyage portals. Keep the wings cause it both keeps with the greek theme and they look cute. And some little braids in her hair like some horses have to top off her Pony-tail. Also, assume the glasses are like- attached to the mask.

Lapin Chanceux (Lucky Rabbit) was the first design I did, albeit on paper, to figure out what I was going to do. I wanted to make her look different from both Bunnix's so I dropped the dark blue that I used for them and brought in more white and light blue.

I do like giving the rabbit holders some sort of poof around their hands or feet since it invokes the feel of a rabbits foot. In the Bunnix's it was around their arms, Marinette its her legs. The pom poms by her ears were added after the drawings was initially declared done but their so cute it was EASILY worth it.

Onto the unifications, I've actually redesigned both Pegabug and Pennybug before. And the first Pegabug redesign is actually still up on my youtube channel as a speedpaint. Obviously the designs and my artstyle have changed drastically though.

I cut the brown from the design entirely, instead opting to darken the red greatly. But keeping the white accents which were in both my Ladybug and Arion's designs. I also moved the wings up to her pony-tail both because they slightly resemble horse ears like that, and in preparation for adding the rabbit.

Whenever I unify the Ladybug I cut down on the spots drastically because they can make it feel really cluttered. But I tried to keep them in places that made sense. Alluding to buttons on her coat, the ones at the ends of the stripes down her leg, which I kept from my first design. And giving her spots on her hands, just cause. Also got some shoulder pad action because I wanted to-

And finally Lady Luck. Because Pennybug sounds stupid- I assumed at the time we first saw her that Pennybug wasn't called Lady Luck because they were saving it for if when unified the Ladybug and Cat. But no, that's Bug Noir, which also sounds dumb.

So we're going Lady Luck. Since Horses, Rabbits, and Ladybugs are all associated with good Fortune.

That being said- no one should be allowed to combine 3 miraculous on the sole pretense that they almost always look bad. Pennybug looked bad, Shadow Noir (also stupid name) looked bad, Monarch is his own can of worms, but- well you'll see.

I knew I wanted to more the glasses to the top of Lady Lucks head, just because I was kinda getting sick of the normal glasses. Assume just the lenses are the miraculous and the frame changes for the user. Now they are attached to goggles- not that you can really tell because they have black straps on Marinette's dark hair.

The ear/wings were the only thing I knew some people liked about Pennybug so I kept those, albeit without the black ring around the blue. And add white to the ponytail gradient. White gloves because they looked good, and I almost always give Marinette opera gloves.

She gets a few more smaller spots since the rabbit also uses them. And combine the riding coat with the the- it's not really a shrug but I don't know what to call it? Keep the wide pants because why not, and make the red a darker cool red. The blue could have also been changed to better match the pallet but the vibrant blue is an accent I use on all the miraculous' usually so it got to stay. So long as the suit is red I think it still reads as a Ladybug.

Last thing to note are the eyes. Lady Luck's eye look freaky because she's using three miraculous and probably shouldn't. And Lapin's eye's are pink/red with white pupils because my family actually had californian rabbits at one point and they all looked like that in photo's.

Bonus- here's the doodles I did years ago for Pennybug

and Pegabug

[yaksha-lover]

What if MC really liked escaping the mansion? Whether they actually get out or not doesn't really make a difference to them, they just like the thrill of the chase. Bonus if they're actually very good at this escaping business.

(Rook's soulmate frfr)

When night falls, your plan begins. You know by now which windows in the mansion open quietly and allow you to fit through swiftly.

You take off running as soon as your feet hit the ground. The green forest that surrounds the mansion means that you have many paths available to take and a myriad of places to hide when someone comes looking for you.

You stop for a second to decide which direction to go when you suddenly hear rustling behind you. You swerve around the trees, trying to leave your pursuer behind. Your heart rate skyrockets as you hear him, hot on your trail.

A wayward tree root catches you off guard as you momentarily turn to look back and suddenly trip. Strong arms wrap around your front, saving you from face-planting.

“Oh, no. I’ve been captured by a terrifying monster,” you say dryly. “Please, have mercy on my soul.”

“A monster? You haven’t seemed scared of me before,” he teases.

You pause before removing yourself from his grip and finally turning to face him. “I thought you were Lilia, before you spoke.”

“Our sire told me I could have a turn. When I haven’t gone hunting for a while, I get a bit antsy. Lucky for me, that means I get to play with you, my own petit lapin.” Rook gathers you back into his arms as you roll your eyes.

“Want to carry me back, then? It’s pretty tiring, all this running.”

“Well of course,” he says, allowing you to jump onto his back. “It is a hunter’s job to bring back his prey.”

-

“Ace, time?” He looks up at you from the couch where he sits, playing video games with Deuce. He doesn’t bother to pause the game as he checks the time.

“Thirteen minutes and twenty-three seconds.”

“I think I’m getting better~” you say excitedly. Rook pats you on the shoulder.

Hearing the discussion, Lilia enters the room. “Quite impressive, the other humans I’ve met barely lasted a few seconds, if they ever escaped. Although perhaps Rook isn’t quite as fast as I am with catching people.”

“Perhaps you will have to test them again, so we may find out who is the better hunter,” Rook offers.

“That does sound quite fun, I must admit.” Lilia’s eyes twinkle in excitement at the prospect of chasing you through the forest.

“What the fuck?? Is someone going to address what he just said about ‘the other humans’?” Your complaint falls on deaf ears, as Rook and Lilia begin to compare strategies. You sigh and take a seat in between Ace and Deuce, watching them play. That is, until Ace notices your feet caked with dirt.

“Dude, what is wrong with you? There’s literally zero reason to not wear shoes, even while escaping,” Ace laments.

You shrug. “It enhances the experience.”

[pupsmailbox]

BUNNY︰RABBIT ID PACK

NAMES︰ alice. alyss. ambrosia. anastasia. andy. angel. ania. arledge. arley. azalea. bella. belle. ben. bennet. benny. blue. bluebelle. bonbon. bonnabelle. bonnie. bonny. brady. brax. buck. buffy. bugsy. bun. bunear. bunella. bunette. bunne. bunnette. bunnie. bunniette. bunny. bunty. buttercup. caleb. carrot. carrots. chang'e. cherie. cherry. chibiusa. chrissy. cici. cinnabun. clover. coco. coella. coello. cotton. cubun. daffodil. dahlia. daisy. dalary. dawn. doe. dotty. eden. elissa. eliza. ella. eloise. elsa. emilia. enid. erin. esmerelda. ezra. fern. fifi. flora. flower. fluffy. flulop. francine. gigi. gracie. halrey. hare. harette. harlan. harriet. heather. hera. honey. hop. hopkins. hopper. hoppy. hunny. ivy. jelly. jody. johnna. judy. julie. kanni. kit. konijn. lacey. lacie. lapin. lapine. lapinette. lapinne. lavender. leona. leveret. leverette. liam. lily. lina. lola. lopear. lopette. lopiette. loppie. loppy. lopsie. lottie. louise. lucky. lulu. luna. lupin. marcie. marigold. melle. mimi. ortensia. pawette. peach. penelope. peri. periscope. peter. petunia. poppy. posey. posie. primrose. rabbette. rabbit. rascal. reese. rini. rose. rosemary. rue. sawyer. shaphan. snuffy. sunny. tawny. thumper. toby. tumble. usagi. vivi. willow. wisteria.

PRONOUNS︰ adorable/adorable. binky/binky. bop/bop. bow/bow. box/boxing. buck/buck. bun/bun. bun/bunny. bunny/bunny. burr/burrow. burrow/burrow. car/carrot. carrot/carrot. chew/chew. clo/clover. clover/clover. cot/cotton. cotton/cotton. cu/cute. cute/cute. cute/cutesy. cute/cutie. daisy/daisy. dig/dig. doe/doe. ear/ear. ege/ege. fem/fem. flick/flick. floof/floof. flop/flop. flower/flower. fluff/fluff. forage/forage. frill/frill. fur/fur. fuz/fuzzy. fuzz/fuzz. gentle/gentle. ha/hare. hare/hare. heart/heart. hop/hop. hop/hoppy. joy/joy. jump/jump. ki/kir. kit/kit. kitten/kitten. lae/lace. lap/lapin. leap/leap. lep/lep. lil/lil. lil/little. little/little. loaf/loaf. lop/lop. luck/luck. luck/lucky. lunge/lunge. nib/nibble. nibble/nibble. nip/nip. nom/nom. nudge/nudge. paw/paw. periscope/periscope. pink/pink. pip/pip. play/play. pom/pom. pop/pop. qui/quick. rab/rabbit. rabbit/rabbit. run/runner. shrill/shrill. sil/silly. small/small. sniff/sniff. sof/soft. soft/soft. spring/spring. sun/sun. sweet/sweet. tail/tail. thump/thump. zoom/zoom. ✨ . 🌷 . 🐇 . 🐰 . 🤍 . 🥕 .

[dimension20pcbracket]

congrats to every PC moving on to round 3:

Adaine Abernant

Andhera

Antiope Jones

Big Barry Syx

Chirp Featherfowl

Conrad Schintz

Dolloso de la Rue

Fabian Aramais Seacaster

Fig Faeth

Gerard of Greenleigh

Gorgug Thistlespring

Gunnie Miggles-Rashbax

Jet Rocks

Kingston Brown

Kristen Applebees

Kugrash

Lapin Cadbury

Lila

Margaret Encino

Pinocchio

Riva

Riz Gukgak

Rosamund du Prix

Sofia Lee

Sundry Sidney

Thorn Vale

Tula

Viola

... with a particular congrats to Gerard, the lucky loser who's advancing to keep round 4 even. Gerard v Rue was even tighter than Lapin v Pinocchio in round 1, with a paper thin margin of 49.8% v 50.2%.

round 3 will launch on Monday, 2/12 and Tuesday, 2/13, with 7 polls going up each day for 14 polls total. since that will leave us with only 7 contestants advancing to round 4, we will once again be advancing a lucky loser.

I'm also hoping to drop round 2 stats over the weekend like I did for round 1 if I can find the time 👀

for now, the competition is getting narrower! who do you think will win it all?

[mechasegagenesis-blog]

Freelance Somethings

Hello, here is my first Tumbler post. I tried my hand at a Sam and Max fanfiction. It cuts off mid-sentence at the end not because of a typo, but I thought perhaps that was the funniest place to end it. Perhaps I could be convinced to continue this if there proves to be interest (I doubt it, somehow).

#SamandMax #FreelancePolice #freelancepolice #fanfic #fanfiction #firstpost #itsbeenyearssinceivetriedwritinganything #freelancehusbands

The air was dry and hot, making it stuffy in the cramped office. 

"Can't we open a window or something? The last time that we were cooking this badly was when we visited the literal center of the earth!" Max said, fanning himself with a large brochure for Stinky's Diner, that had been haphazardly folded into a makeshift fan. Sam, the six foot tall Irish Wolfhound anamorphic dog, panted, "We should consider ourselves lucky they let us back into the building at all, little pal." The pair had been stuck living inside their iconic 1960 De Soto Adventurer since their last adventure three months ago, and even their nightly ritual of tongue baths had lost its appeal. The minute they got the notice that the work on the building had finished, or at least enough so they could access their shower, Sam had wept for joy. Out of the pair of them, he was the one who had looked more grungy at that point, with his normally neat noir-style suit wrinkled and stained until it was a whimpering mockery of its former self. Sam himself had not been much better. His fur was matted in several places, and he had a constant itch that he associated with bedbugs. His partner Max had somehow not looked so worn down, even though he had gone through the same experience. Perhaps always going without clothes meant that roughing it was always part of the equation. His white fur still looked just like it always had, and he didn't have large bags under his eyes. That first bath back from what felt like the brink of madness was nothing less than heavenly, for the two of them. 

Max groaned in response to Sam's observation, letting himself fall comically backwards onto the uneven wooden surface of the office floor. His lagamorphic, rabbity like body had many utilities, but cooling off was sadly not part of the repertoire. He and Sam were miserably roasting in their fur as the merciless summer sun beat down on them from the windows of their workspace, which was currently doubling as their sleeping quarters. Outside, they could hear the car horns of exasperated drivers who were stuck in the slog of the traffic below, half suffocated between the smoke exhausts and the interior of their coffins on wheels. 

"No use trying to take the De Soto out today," Sam said, tugging at the collar of his gray suit. He had already given up on wearing his customary oversized striped tie, and it was thrown haphazardly over the desk lamp where it lay limply, as if having given up. 

"But I'm starving, Sam! How's a guy supposed to survive on just frozen pizza and leftover stale Mcguffins?!" Max wailed, tossing an unfortunate Mcguffin into the air, where it made a beautiful arch across the room and landed with a hearty splat somewhere left of the trash can. 

"Take courage, Max. Nothing like braving the storms of wartime derelict to make steely the nerves of vengeance," Sam said, giving up on his skinny detective hat and tossing it aside as well. 

"That was beautiful, Sam. If only our rations were as filling as your poetic lexicon," Max said, sadly. "I can't stand it! I'm cooking in my own skin! Lapin à la crème just standing here!" 

"I prefer a nice hasenpfeffer myself," Sam said, smirking. 

"Very funny," Max said dryly. "As if you wouldn't make a nice taco filling yourself, big boy. With a little marinating, and spices, I bet we could barbeque ourselves a nice berrio enchilada a la perro."

Sam shrugged, casually indifferent to his friend's concerningly specific plan for consuming him as a meal. 

Max hopped up, excited. "Let's order us up some dinner. I hear Jimmy Two Teeth is a FoodFast delivery driver now. We can work his tiny paws to the bone for our amusement!"

Sam shook his head sadly. His snout came just shy of hitting the corner lamp. He pulled his wallet out and opened it, to reveal...mothballs. Max shrugged his thin shoulders. 

"So we're a little short on cash. That's never stopped us before!" Max said confidently. "Let's break into our emergency savings and have a real feast tonight!"

Sam pulled out their piggy bank, which was shaped like little froggies playing as a Mariachi band. (They had only just discovered last week that it could hold coins. For years, they had just thought it was a cool decoration for the top of their file cabinet.) He uncorked the big sombrero of the first frog, and upturned the item. Nothing came out. He repeated the action with the frog on the other side. The same result. 

Max's shark-like grin faltered a tad, before he waved it off. "No biggie," he said. "I still got winnings from this last Poker Night at the Inventory we attended," he said, and dashed away to go get the pillow case that he hid them in. Sam waited nervously at the door for his return. He had used the last of the pillow fund on the latest repairs of the De Soto, and hadn't gotten around to telling Max yet. 

"Uh, little buddy..." he started, awkwardly, only to be interrupted by Max launching himself into his arms. "Sam! We've been robbed! Oh, this is horrible! They've taken everything! There's nothing left! Oh woe is us! Oh woe is me!" 

He flopped dramatically over the side of Sam's arms like a weird ragdoll that Sam had to strain to hold onto. "Max. Max, I don't know how to tell you this." Sam said carefully. "We haven't been robbed."

 Max lifted his head so suddenly that Sam almost dropped him. "What do you mean?!" 

"I mean I didn't have the heart to tell you that the pillow fund is also gone," Sam said in almost a whisper, as if he was ashamed of the words coming out of his mouth. "I used it all up, Max. I'm so-"

"No, you walnut! I mean our bedding! Our blankets! Our pillow fort! Mr. Cuddles, my bear! All GONE!" Max wailed. 

"What?!" Sam cried, and tossed Max behind him so that he could take a look inside their shared bedroom. Now it was Max flying in a beautiful arc across the room landing next to the Mcguffin. It's true, everything they owned had been whisked away, the imprint of them still fresh in Sam's mind. They left a physical imprint too, like a wierd cartoon shadow of "here is where the bed was, here is where the dresser was," etc. In fact, if this was a comic, that's exactly how the panel would depict the event. 

"Holy heaping helpings of leftover Yorkshire pudding handwrapped lovingly in Grandma's tupperware to take home-it's true! Now who on earth...I mean, why on earth...I mean, what on earth...?" 

"When you've finished forming a thought," Max said smirking, "I found something. Is this useful?" He was holding up a sealed envelope. 

Sam grabbed it out of his outstretched little white paw and tore it open. 

"If you can read this, it's already too late. Get out. Now."

Max looked as confused as Sam felt. 

"Whaddya suppose that-"

A horrible smell hit his sensitive dog nostrils like a blast of hot air. At first he thought it was Max, but realized almost immediatly after that it was a thick green gas, that was quickly filling the office with a scent similar to rotten eggs mixed with gutter runoff. Sam coughed and covered his nose with a sweaty sleeve, just in time to see Max pass out next to him. "Max!" he tried to say, reaching towards him in alarm. Before he could take hold of his little buddy, the black spots forming in his eyes overwhelmed him as well and everything turned to darkness. 

Chapter Two-The Sub Basement of Solitude

"So you guys failed that test spectacularly," Sam heard a sarcastic, familiar voice proclaim before he even opened his eyes.  'Geek!" he grinned and sat up, blinking in the semi darkness. 

Darla, also known as "the Geek" stood above the prone pair, her childish hands on flat hips. She shook her orange bangs to see the pair. She looked like she was trying hard not to smile at the two. 

Max sat up with a dramatic gasp. "Where? Who? What? Tell me which way to swing, Sam!"

"Physically, or sexually?"

"I'm a wild CANNON!" Max shouted, leaping into the air. 

"Watch out!" Sam said, plucking Darla up by the back of her shirt just in time to dodge a rampaging lagamorphic missile. 

Max hit the wall with an astounding speed and force, bouncing off like a spring board only to land rump-first on the cobbled basement floor. Undeterred, he gave a wide sideways grin at the pair and said, "so why the sudden death lightning round anyway? Not that I'm complaining, by the way. The last time I got smoked so hard was-"

"There's no way to end that sentence without getting demonetized," Sam said. "Let's move on." (A/N: I'm not getting paid.) 

"You guys are getting rusty," the Geek said with her half closed eyes squinting at them in disapproval. "The last time I timed you at this emergency drill you had me by the throat in 10 seconds, not 10 minutes." 

"Must be the sardonic embrace of old age, our technically proficient friend," Sam said, brushing off his lapels. 

"We age like a fine wine, Sam. Or in my case, like a fine musty Italian cheese," Max said, producing a round of cheese previously unseen on this realm of existence. He took a comically large bite, rind and all, as Sam's sensitive dog nose wrinkled in both disapproval and disappointment at not being offered any.

"Any-way, I need you two lugheads help with something," the Geek said, leading them towards her overly large computer monitor. On screen was an image of an island, with beautiful valleys and scenic waterfalls. She zoomed out to show that a literal ring of fire surrounded it, growing by the minute. 

"Now I'm not one to make assumptions, but that ain't a pile of whipped cream we're looking at here," Max said. His voice had followed camera perspective towards the screen, but then-

"No. It's a Fudgsicle Sundae," Sam said, mouth thick with rich decandant ice cream. He put down the dessert and refocused on the plot that was being introduced since the sundae had only been used as a visual gag to divert audience expectation. 

"I'll pay each of you ten dollars not to make a Ring of Fire joke," the Geek pleaded. 

"Too late," the two idiots said in unison. The song was already playing. 

"God I hate that song," the Geek said. "I always have. But anyway. I have a friend of mine on this island. An old professor buddy of mine who used to have some interesting thoughts on nuclear physics and so on, until he got hit with a Dracon beam and went crazy. Now he lives on this island claiming the island clams are infested with sea slugs, or something like that. I need you guys to bring me his briefcase. The one with a sticker of a rubber duck on it. Got it?"

"Rubber duck. Crazy man. Comprendo." Max listed off as if the audience already needed a recap. "Why?"

The Geek looked a little guilty, like she had been caught in a little white lie. "I might have. Um. Snuck a uranium capsule into his carry on when we were traveling together? It was a while ago, for that Scientists for Humanity convention. I didn't want to pay for shipping." 

Max wagged a furry white finger in her direction and tut-tutted like disciplining a child. "What have we always told you about thieving?"

The Geek crossed her arms and looked away, her ears reddening. "To never leave any evidence," she grumbled. 

"No-o. Never leave your stolen possessions in the hands of a crazy mad scientist. Sheesh! Pay attention for once!" Max said. 

So with that last thought, they pulled a lever and down a trap door, leaving the Geek wondering how she ever got involved with these two. 

Chapter Three-Our Boys Search For the Island, the Plot, and Who Gives A Hoot 

"Well that sure was a hootenanny of a good time, I'd say." Sam said, twirling a toothpick made of a wheat stalk. 

"I was especially impressed by our laxidaisical and entirely unorthodox method of resolving the conflict nicely," Max said. "I'm sure that will satiate the audience, with a dramatic climactic battle drawn in such magnificence and glorious detail that-"

"Sorry to cut you off there, little pal,' Sam said. "Methinks I just remembered that we're not being drawn at all at this particular juncture."

"By golly you're right, Sam! My inability to pretend the fourth wall means anything is acting up!" Max cried dramatically, clutching his throat in mock horror and alarm. 

The truth was, as soon as they zoomed away from the Geek's place, they had already forgotten what their goal might have been. They were standing on an island, sure. Ring of fire. Right. There. Nice, neat conclusion to the story probably waiting with a nice bow and a cocktail in hand, ready to be delivered to hungry online audiences everywhere, at least for the duration that they could keep their attention span focused. But their back was to the island, in fact, to the entire potential storyline. Deliberately. Back to the camera. No consideration for 

[chiropteracupola]

Lucky rabbit's foot...

[a more lapine kate heriot for @sailorpants!]

[beezonia]

Some renames for the rom au

Ladybug - Lucky Ladybug (not really a change but more like a moniker)

Chat Noir - Chat Noir/Feline Misfortune

Queen Bee - Honeycomb/Ambroisia (Haven’t decided yet)

Rena Rouge - Raposa/Vixen (Raposa is Spanish for Fox! Pls let me know if this is wrong)

Carapace (I like carapace tbh might not change it)

Bunnix - Arsene Lapin (yes I was inspired by lupin the third and you can thank @strawberry-wizzard for this!)

Miss Hound - Hound Dog/Saluki

that’s all for now but I’ll probably have more when I come to it

[kessielrg]

Reading of a script I was writing. Full reading of Act 1 for 16 and a half minutes.

[comicwaren]

From Star Wars: Doctor Aphra Vol. 2 #035, “Mad Methods”

Art by Minkyu Jung and Rachelle Rosenberg

Written by Alyssa Wong

[milkyetoile]

"Bulbian church pretenders" for WIP Wednesday?

Thank you so much for this ask! I'm sorry I am weeks late in answering. I hyperfixated on Fantasy High and caught up to the latest season in a few weeks oops

Anyway, here's a snippet of what I managed to write. Set some time during the timeskip before the Battle of Pangranos.

“Have you just been here since I left?” Colin asked, pulling him from his thoughts again. The knight was visibly worried, which was predictable. Some time into their acquaintance, Colin’s wariness of him turned into concern. Raphaniel wondered how much of that was genuine and how much was borne in an attempt to make up for the loss of a similar supportive relationship with Delissandro. Colin was clearly someone who needed to have someone to follow and care for. Well, that was the Thane's loss for assuming his loyalty by default. Delissandro was truly ambitious, but he relied too much on his heart to be manipulative enough to achieve his goals. He was lucky that Karna held affections for him. She was much more efficient in that regard. “Don’t you worry yourself, my boy,” Raphaniel assured with a smile. “I have been out and about, completing my duties and eating regularly.” Colin appeared disbelieving. “That’s not what I heard from Lapin.” Raphaniel’s grip on his quill tightened, snapping it in half. “Is that so?” “Yes,” Colin answered warily, clearly seeing the quill and graciously avoiding mentioning it. “A couple of other people confirmed it.” Raphaniel took a deep breath and carefully discarded the broken quill to the side of his scroll. “You’re certainly quick to believe that rabbit over this old man, Colin,” he commented in an even tone. “Only when it comes to your own health, Raphaniel,” Colin pointed out dryly. “As you said, you’re old. I’ve seen you forget to change clothes in a week. I had to bathe you and wash your soiled clothing.” “I have more things to worry about than clothing.”

Can you tell how excited I am to put my fave Calorum characters in one place? How convenient that they're connected by their service to the Bulbian church 😌

[drtenebrisxii]

"Onírica - A Team is Made!"

It's been a few days since Margarita arrived to City 237, the team of bounty hunters she helped kept insisting on her joining their team, but she had stood firm, she came to fight evil and promote the delights of the world, she couldn't stay at one city fighting for the highest biders...

Despite this, the pair decided to still be grateful to her: the helped her get her aux and particle shield, also help her check the city for demonic cults or other threats but there was nothing, and finally, gave her a tour of the city.

Was during their last walk through the city, since Margarita was going to be leaving soon to search for enemies that the pair made their final offer:

—...you both want what?!—

—We want to dissolver our bounty hunter company to join your adventuring team!—

—Not only had you impressed us with your skill and kindness, but also, we want to help you in your fight against evil! There are no more glorious feats!!—

—So, what do you say?—

—Are we travelling together, then?—

Moved by their enthusiasm, Margarita could only give them one answer:

—G-guys... I... heh... ok, then, let's travel together!—

And so, Margarita was the first sweet daemon to form an adventuring team alongisde Ryota, the lapin warrior, Yumali the biodragoness medic and the mysterious Darkglass, thee coconut daemon.

When Margarita asked Ryota about Darkglass, he told her that the guy wasn't officially a part of their bounty hunter team, but the little guy began to follow them a few days before meeting with her and given his unexpected combat prowess they decided to let him tag along.

As Margarita, and the other sweet daemons, would found out eventually, coconut daemons are known for alway going wherever they wanted no matter what. That people sees them as walking lucky charms and that there rumors of terrible things happening to anyone who dare to harm one only helped that no one bothered them much...

Anyway, hope you like this! :D