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[archaeval]

@monagxrie​ Challenge complete!

[airxn]

give me a funky little airin biology meta about any aspect you want

So I do have a whole ‘ wiki ’ information spread of Airin’s species IF he wasn’t the only one ; yet it still describes a lot of why he’s like… that, anywho!

CANON 146.

I don’t think one thing covered in that post is that Felicid’s are extremely flexible. Airin is essentially a puddle of piss if you will. He doesn’t have a collarbone– so anything he can fit his head into, his whole body can fit into it as well. While it can come in handy for him flopping around when he’s cuddling or fitting his whole self into a vase ( reminder he’s about the size of a border collie ), it has its uses when he’s out in the wild.

The primary reason is to get into small dens for prey, but it’s also handy when weaving through dense branches or undergrowth. Airin also uses his squeezability to his own personal liking since he prefers to be in tight, dark spaces when he sleeps. So he’s slept in many small dens and crevices before to avoid being out in the open.

send a topic and i’ll write a meta about it!

[an-ordinary-roach]

Seisyll is just going to lay directly on top of the little roach. Just flops down directly on top of the little bug. Goodbye, Bor.

Here they thought they were gonna get along and have a nice game of bat the roach, and suddenly-

BWOOM! EVERYTHING IS DARK AND WARM! they're not gonna be moving from here, someone gotta remove Seisyll from them or else they're gonna nap all day like this.

[flockfell]

It’s more like appears like Gold like the metal- vaguely glows as well. It does hold some similarities to the metal in compound too, as their fluids are more like liquid space particles and dust of planets they’ve destroyed (part of their punishment), those which shared some parts of the same make up as gold. But also has other make-ups of other elements.

[ceruleanscarred-a]

 @monagxrie​: The tiefling was not looking where he was going - more a sign of how caught up he'd been in the celebration than it was anything else. Stomping feet, clapping hands, voices raised in call and response chorus filled the air as much as the sea-salt taste of the ocean outside did. He's caught up in it entirely - right up until the point that he backs into a solid mass of muscle and scales, his eyes widening a bit. "Oh shit--"

     He wasn’t the only one rather distracted by the celebration happening around them. Winter and New Years were things that Vorel was very unfamiliar with. Winter didn’t exist in her desert and they counted the passing of years by the first rains of monsoon season, which happened late summer anyways.

     Luckily for the tiefling, she wasn’t in her usual irritable mood from the cold thanks to the mulled wine she had been drinking. Well... had being the main point, since the bump to her back caused her to lose her grip and drop the little wooden cup. It clattered to the ground at her feet, spilling what was left.

     She gave a huff, turning to look back at him, “Pardon me...” she sighed, assuming that she had perhaps been in the way. She stooped down to grab the cup, which was positively puny in her claws.

[xaallo]

monagxrie

dee vc: Silence Top

come silence me, bottom

[flossinspector]

why are you all GIANTS???

[sinnhelmingr]

Hel/Ban // @monagxrie​

You know how we joke Hel is like ‘Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you just want to go apeshit?’ at Ban? And that the point of the ship is instead making peace with your trauma and living instead? Finding the peace and purpose you were denied by others? Saying the generational trauma ends with me? 

Yeah, that shit’s for pussies. Ban does want to go apeshit and Hel helps him to be a ‘real man.’ It’s probably played up for comedy by fandom in which he’s an ‘alpha male’ for his ‘mate’ and will go bastard if other men so much as look at her. That’s love, right? Somehow this serves to make Ban a stronger character and is not at all a red flag for all involved.

Alternatively, henpecked husband and his take charge wife. The joke is Areban doesn’t have the spine to stand up to his lady so she walks all over him. It’s milked for either fetish fuel or just used like a punchline in the vein of boomer humor. What a wimp!

[farmstead-crossroads]

A gift is delivered! It's a leaf! Seisyll has brought what seems to be the very first yellow leaf of the season to Oluu!

Oh dang!~ What does this lil funky feline got in their mouth?? It looks pretty, oh OH A LEAF! The doe cooed in delight and knelt down to meet the cat fae halfway, holding out her hand to accept it right from his mouf. "Awh! Why thank you, you handsome girl! I may have some chicken with your name on it later on in the day.~"

[sebastianshaw]

shaw seeing a massive minotaur bull like

[monstriiss]

@monagxrie​ said: ❛ … Are you petting me? ❜ - From Deirdre ♥

“ Do forgive me, I meant no offense, ” Drathenia replied, letting auburn locks fall from her claws as she swiftly withdrew her touch. She couldn’t resist but to reach out and stroke the vibrant tresses, ever tactile, touch was just as important as sight. Her hair was as soft as it appeared.

“ The colour is simply radiant. ”

[airxn]

the worst take is obviously that airin is allergic to tomatoes and tomato based sauces

Do NOT let this man get sprayed by a skunk–

tell me what the worst takes for my muse would be if they were a canon character.

[an-ordinary-roach]

The eyes that train on Bor do not belong to Seisyll, though the kobold is about the same size as the feline. From the looks of the kobold, he wasn't exactly intending on just batting the roach around should he get his hands on him.

Run.

This does not smell like their friend Seisyll, smells more like a lizard who’s prey drive been activated by their own smallness. The two of them had a stare off that lasted for a couple of minutes before the kobold takes a single step and it’s all over!! The roach started to sprint! started to scuttle!! DRIFTING EVEN!!

DEJA’VU

I've just been in this place before (Higher on the street)

And I know it's my time to go Calling you,and the search is a mystery (Standing on my feet)

It's so hard when I try to be me, woah Whooooaaa!!

[abracafockyou]

Dee is going to pull graves down and give him a little kissy kiss atop his snoot and-- Oops. Oh no. She's left a lipstick mark there. Whatever will they do.

Hm? What's that? Sorry, he can't hear you on cloud nine.

[rhesus-skavative]

Deirdre is going to boop him. Bite her, she dares you. She tastes worse than you smell :)

Spite is far stronger than any worst-tasting taste! HE sneezes a bunch and tries his best to bite her, he even kinda mouths her hand for a bite but ends up sneezing all over it! even hacked up some bone too! It seems that even with spite, the sneezes and taste is far too strong-

[unduarma]

Areban is bringing tea with him when he approaches, the pot hanging carefully off of his staff and cups in his hand as he approaches - a peace offering before he's even started what is doubtless going to be a difficult conversation to have, if this doe is... Well, anything like Xaallo. "Ahh, I am sure that the- the mountain and you both, would, ra-rather someone lend you an ear."

She’s thrown, crushed, and stomped rocks to stave her anger. The nerve, the gall, the AUDACITY of that stuck up child. In the end he made it about himself. Justifying his reasoning purely to ‘I don’t want them to know about you’. An even more stern reminder that her existence has to be a forsaken secret.

And now she was spending her rage alone, once again, so she grabs a particularly large rock and throws it as hard as she can.

That moment she let go of the rock, she noticed a large figure with horns and instantly withdrew her bow and docked an arrow. Had he already shown up to kill her?

No. That wasn’t his voice. She didn’t drop her bow.

“What do you want.”