#so many tags whew

[pleuro]

summer went away, still the yearning stays

[disabled-battlekukku]

Nicky Parlouzer would NOT survive the modern Sonic dating scene

[roseyisopodsart]

RE0, RE2R, and RE3R as LPS!

Why did I do all three? Tbh I was just on a roll 💀

Billy - either a black fluffy cat (#435 Persian) or a black dog (#92 is technically a Doberman but it’s a German Shepard model!)

Marcus - So LPS doesn’t have many bug/leech/slug options so I made Marcus a snail!! Except he wouldn’t be as slow-

Kevin D. - Penguin #389! The yellow belly is his vest!! And he looks like he’s wearing a helmet 🗣️‼️‼️

Leon - Collie #2452! Specifically cause of those brown ears and chest, mainly cause I envision him browning over time, like his hair in canon!

Ada - Shorthair cat #336! So cute, so sleek, so pretty!

Claire - Wolf(cat) #1953! I think she’d be more of a red tone, but the model reminds me of her sm

Sherry - Kitten #134! SHE’S JUST A BABY!!!

William B - Shorthair #73! Once again, the tired eyes convinced me.

Annette B - Persian #217! I was originally gonna make her a shorthair, but she just screams longhair cat to me!

Marvin - Scottie #23! I chose a Scottie cause Scottie dogs are known to be feisty, stubborn, but protective! Also he gets cool accessories cause Marvin’s the coolest here 😎

Elliot - He’d be this specific model of deer (reindeer?)! I couldn’t get the idea of him being a deer out of my head the moment I realized he looked like a deer in the headlights (BLINK ELLIOT BLINK!!!), but I wasn’t vibing with any of the regular deer and thats when I discovered these models! Also I couldn’t find the specific number because ofc I couldn’t 💀

Katherine - Maltese #79! At least I think its 79, this dog and another spaniel come up with the #79??? Anyways, she’d be this cutie!

Ben - So he’d either be a regular hedgehog…or this silly one with hair. Get it? Cause of his ponytail?

Kendo - Husky #174! He is so husky to me…

Emma - Puppy #1013! And her mama would be husky #1012 💖

Carlos - Sheepdog #1077! Too perfect! And YES, he needs the flower in his hair!!!!! I have this one 🤭

Tyrell - Jaguar #1419! Honestly, it’s another case of this specific LPS just reminds me of him! Plus, I was thinking of how there’s so many videos of jaguars lounging followed by them being expert hunters and Tyrell is a relaxed guy, but is obviously greatly skilled!

Nikolai - He was so hard to find an lps for. Looking through the different models and designs, but I landed on cat #9 (the hair sorta matches his) or Dane #184 (cause Nikolai’s second name is “The White Wolf” And I wasn’t too pleased with assigning him a cat)

Mikhail - Mikhail was also hard to choose for. Maybe a German Shepard or a Boxer?? But ofc white/grey

Murphy - Monkey #304 :] just monkey

[ryuusei-boi]

Inazuma Eleven Episode 7 - "Duel On The Riverbank!"

Taken from Inazuma 11 ⚽️ De Complete Serie [Nederlandse Dub] by Ilay and edited by me

[rocksmakingthings]

Made another moss mirror, but BIGGER and more extravagant :)

Her before photos (first one in almost all of her trinket glory, and the second what she looks like naked):

OG fairy portal/moss mirror post

More details/progress under cut!!

a lot of her frame broke off not long after I bought her (which was years ago, she's just been stuck a trinket display since) so I hot glued some cardboard on the back to fill her out.

Took the mirror out to work on the frame, so empty frame pic:

Literally everything was just hot glued onto the frame, the mirror reattached and rehung in its rightful place.

I actually loved the original frame, but the broken pieces were lost ages ago. I still wanted to keep some of it, though, so near the end I decided to leave a little frame un-mossed and instead wrap little fake vines around it!

Love how much on here was just stuff from my collection! A lot of the base moss was store-bought from a craft store, but still real moss. Everything I either had as a crafting thing just laying around, or was stuff I'd collected locally in my woods or backyard!

Some of the moss (especially the lichen), the snake skin, the wall fungi, the pine cone, the chicken bone and feather, the acorn, the cicada shells, and the crystal all are just real things I've collected !! Hmm... meant to put more acorns though... oh well!!

Very happy with how she came out !!!!!!

As a bonus for making it this far into the post, here's my cat helping me on the project!!

[freedomcrows]

pick your poison (hallowed)

dragon age the veilguard. rook de riva & inquisitor trevelyan. set post game. 2,5k words. vague spoilers for the game's ending.

They rarely get visiting dignitaries in the Lighthouse. It feels far too much like a home away from home to let just anyone wander in, but when your Prophet’s herald asks, you can hardly say no. 

At first, it’s all well. The Inquisitor marvels over the amount of books there is. She sits in the library, wistful, lost in thought only she knows of. Neve, far divorced from religion in general and the southern Chantry in particular, seems determined to pester her as if she were a particularly captivating and intriguing case. Valeria answers with distinct conviction and pride, though her hard stares are enough to get Neve to back down for half of the questions asked. 

Taash inquires about her husband. 

“He’s Qunari, right?” They have one leg crossed over the other, casually draped beside her on the couch. “Does he tie the knots also? Also, does your Maker even allow you to marry a Qunari?” 

“He is Tal-Vashoth,” Valeria corrects. “He has horns, but he isn’t a Qunari anymore.” She adjusts her skirt. “And the Maker would allow his Prophet’s herald to do anything. I do not die by the exclusionist practices of the Chantry as you may have heard of it. I’ve never seen him tie the knots like you do, though. In other areas..”

Taash grins. “Would love to pick his brain on a few things,” they say. “This new Qun shit might be interesting to him. Get him to Rivain sometimes.” 

Later that day, they burst into the Meditation chamber and put their hands on their hips. “The Inquisitor fucks nasty, Rook,” they exclaim. Immaculata and Lucanis lift their heads from the backrest of the couch with the world's most flabbergasted expressions.

Harding’s absence hangs over Immaculata’s head like a veil. Even if she and Valeria were never close, Harding spoke of her, shared a few jokes about her here and there. Now she’s gone and all Immaculata has is Valeria’s title to remind her that it’s all Immaculata’s fault and Harding’s stories to compare to the real, living, breathing person. 

They don’t talk about Varric. 

But they do talk about the Fade. 

“Professor Volkarin, you were right about the Fade being so finicky here.” The Inquisitor - Valeria - sounds oddly pleased. She’s not a very tall woman by any stretch of the imagination, yet her presence feels sacrosanct. She is without her lyrium-powered arm and the other one grasps at the Fade around her, uneven. “It doesn’t form in my hand like it normally does.”

“Of course it doesn’t, Inquisitor! We still have the Veil, thanks to Rook, and one does not normally get to experience magic this delicate up close!” Emmrich looks like a street lamp in Treviso next to her. His eyes are bright and filled with excitement; they look matched, the Inquisitor in her cool, softly sincere enjoyment and Emmrich leaping at the opportunity to speak with a Fade expert of his calibre. 

“I would not call this delicate, professor,” Valeria says. “I prefer the word precarious. We are a broken dampener away from being in the raw Fade, it feels like.” 

Immaculata’s mouth is dry. She’s out of her depth; she doesn’t have the theoretical knowledge of magic of these two giants, or Bellara, or Neve. Instead, she has a lived experience, some few elemental magics and a demon inside her head. 

Valeria’s distance is noticeable, her eyes set on everyone but Immaculata. She’s talked to Neve about Tevinter time magic. She’s talked to Bellara about the magical expertise of ancient elves. But she avoids her and Lucanis for obvious reasons, and it makes Immaculata’s chest tighten. 

Do you wish we’d stayed separate? Regret speaks very much in Immaculata’s voice. It is slightly unnerving. 

No, she says. I did what I had to do. 

Even if that means committing a cardinal sin as someone born with magic. 

“Raw Fade isn’t very pleasant,” Immaculata says out of nowhere. “I’ve never had a Harrowing, but–” Regret prison feels entirely too fresh. She forcefully maintains a neutral tone. There is no need for Valeria to know how she left that damn place in tears, stumbling into someone’s arms. 

Valeria looks at her. Her eyes are unsettlingly blue. “No,” she says. “Up until recently, I was amongst the few people who ever walked in the Fade, in the flesh. Adamant Fortress isn’t the place I think fondly of.” She squints. “Is your demon with us, Rook? And the other one, Spite?” 

“Always is, Inquisitor,” Immaculata mutters. “Lucanis is in the kitchen, but we cannot separate from Regret and Spite.” She sighs. “Killing them now or making us both tranquil is hardly a solution.” 

“I wasn’t looking for solutions,” Valeria’s shoulders relax slightly, even if her tone’s got an edge to it still. “Andraste forbid I ever suggest tranquility as a solution. It’s a slight upon any Maker-fearing soul. Those that did it befoul any chantry they go to for prayer. I was merely.. asking. “ 

“Spite is a great companion,” Emmrich chimes in. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to Regret much, but I would advise against casting judgement so swiftly.” 

Valeria presses her lips. “It’s not my judgement, it’s–” 

“I don’t want to debate the Chant with you, Inquisitor,” Immaculata lifts her hands. “Crows have given me a lot, but never a formal magical education. You seem to have a lot of enthusiasm for this topic regardless of my presence.” 

“Rook,” Emmrich says. Immaculata shakes her head and waves them goodbye. 

------

Doors to the dining room creak open. Fine smell of Antivan cooking hits Immaculata’s nose, a particular blend of spices she knows so well; Lucanis is furiously whisking something in a well loved bowl to the backdrop of cooking meat. Davrin is waving his hands around, deep in conversation. 

“--is why you should take silverite knives for that job,” Davrin is saying. “That wyvern tooth one should be up on a wall, Lucanis. Immaculata has an amazing eye for such things, but I don’t know what kind of money you Crows make to use those things in actual fights.” 

“A lot of it,” Lucanis responds. “And what use is a dagger that is not, well, used? Being killed by a wyvern tooth dagger - by the First Talon - is a sign nobody can miss. Treviso is free but the rest of Antiva is not. Viago is annoyingly fond of saying that the Crows rule Antiva, but it is true.” 

“A statement murder,” Immaculata chimes in, closing the door behind her. “I apologize if I’m interrupting your, uh, riveting conversation. Are you sending Davrin after the Antaam?” 

“They’re not my first choice of target, but some of them are bad guys for sure,” Davrin shrugs. His brow furrows. “You okay, Immaculata?” 

“Yes, Ada, are you well?” Lucanis puts the bowl down. His brow furrows too and he wipes his sweaty forehead. He’s pulled his hair back in a bun and looks very comfortable. “You look like a bird emptied its stomach in your hood.” 

“Or Assan shat in your bed.” Davrin straightens and pats the chair next to him. 

Immaculata rests her hands on the table. “The Inquisitor is not the most pleasant woman I’ve ever seen,” she says quietly. “She hasn’t been pleased with me since I merged with Regret.” 

“Yeah, she has the face of a cunt,” Davrin sighs. “She’s what, stupidly Andrastian?” 

“With all its benefits and pitfalls,” Lucanis adds sadly, and walks over to her. He places a soft hand on her shoulder and presses gently, like he would for a massage. “My hands are clean,” he whispers and rubs her arm. She looks around and presses her head against his shoulder. 

Lucanis hugs her. 

“There aren’t any contracts on her,” he says. 

“Please do not kill the Inquisitor, Lucanis,” Immaculata drawls, and huffs. “I think nobody has the coin for even a half of Chantry counterattack leaders that would be on our necks.” 

“Fucking Crows,” Davrin says. “A good “stop being a cunt” is free and comes without the risk of all of the South marching against us.” 

“I would not discount a contract on her at some point,” Immaculata responds. “I, however, will not be accepting that job. And I hope the First nor the Fifth Talon will not give it to me.” Davrin looks a little confused. “Viago de Riva. My half-brother. He’s my Talon, as he is also a de Riva. That kind of contract would have to go through him.”

“You’re seriously considering murdering her?” Davrin rubs his face.  

“We are Crows, Davrin,” Lucanis and Immaculata intone at once. “We kill people for money.”

Davrin stares. 

“Suit yourselves,” he grumbles. “Also, Lucanis, your meat will overcook.” 

“Mierda!” The speed with which Lucanis lets go of her and rushes to the kitchen makes both her and Davrin burst out laughing. Lucanis takes the lid off and sniffs. His eyes go purple for a moment. 

“Warden.Tricks.Us!” Spite says and Immaculata bends over, laughing. Tension that simmered beneath her skin all day comes out of her in loud waves, and she’s shaking and holding onto the chair for dear life. Davrin taps her on the shoulder. 

“You feeling better, Immaculata?” he asks softly. She almost doesn’t hear him over her laughter.

“Murder. Is. Still. Valid,” Spite adds. It is Lucanis who closes the pot again. 

Immaculata wheezes, breathless. “For Maker’s sake, Davrin,” she mutters and stands straight. “Are we having overcooked meat for lunch?” 

“No!” Lucanis rubs the back of his neck. His eyes are impossibly large and dark. “I am glad you are feeling less tense, though,” he says. “Even if it is at the expense of a perfectly good piece of meat.” 

“What gentle boyfriend you are,” Davrin laughs with no real heat. Lucanis gives him a sheepish smile. “He’d overcook meat for you.” 

“Davrin, stop,” Immaculata shakes her head and moves hair from her face. “Let the poor man cook.” 

“I should have kicked you out of my kitchen hours ago,” Lucanis agrees. “You, Ada, can stay. Davrin, you go play with Assan. He can shit in the Inquisitor’s bed since she’s not in it right now.” 

Immaculata rubs her eyes. “You two are impossible,” she says and her heart feels warmer than it had in a long time. 

These people may not be holy, but they’re hers. 

It is a comforting thought. 

-----

“Rook?” Valeria’s voice from the hallway. Immaculata gingerly puts an empty reagent bottle down. The room deceptively smells like healing herbs. “I want to talk.” 

“Yes?” Immaculata rubs the scar on her neck, and takes a deep breath. “Come in.” 

Valeria slides the doors open. Immaculata watches her lyrium-powered hand dim as she stands there, her brow furrowed. A show of power for a mage, Immaculata realises, and with no small amount of envy. She has seen Valeria in combat; the way she wields the ice and the Fade puts a lot of people to shame, on top of powering the dwarven-crafted hand. 

Her face, however, glistens with some sweat. “Solas certainly likes making things difficult,” Valeria grumbles. “Least of all things doors.” 

Immaculata clears her throat. “Can I help you?”

“Ah, yes.” Valeria stands there, clearly awkward. Candles shine a bright light on her golden hair, reminiscent of Andraste’s. Andraste, too, was once a person in the flesh. Holy is not without a physical presence. “I.. Well. Your choice to ally with a demon is certainly a choice, but desperate times call for desperate measures.” 

“Is that what this is about?” Immaculata sighs. “You do not need to explain your view, nor apologize. We read the same Chant, we listen to the same Divine. I know what I did is wrong and that I will be judged for it. I just–” 

“I can sense it,” Valeria interrupts. She walks over. Her boots click-clack. “Does the demon think this is amusing? This whole scenario?” 

Yes. 

Immaculata purses her lips. 

Valeria watches her with those icy, unsettling eyes of hers. “No matter. And I am not here to discuss theology either. Andraste knew we let a blood mage or two exist, with repentance, in the Inquisition. And I find the Chant to be.. Inflexible, at times.” 

“Magic exists to serve man, never to rule over him,” Immaculata says. “Foul and corrupt are they who have taken His gift and turned it against His children. They shall be named maleficar, accursed ones. They shall find no rest in this world or beyond.”

“And have they turned against His children? They used their own blood, as far as I know. No other soul was harmed in their transgressions.” Valeria shrugs. “The Chant is a lot of things, but rarely fully straight forward. It must sound silly, coming from the Inquisitor, but..” Her face scrunches. “What I meant to say is that you are not summoning any more demons, you are turning against the Maker’s children no more than I am, and that I may have been.. Rash in my judgement.” 

Immaculata’s eyes widen. She is no match in arguing the Chant to the Inquisitor, this distant and all-powerful, holy mage, and yet, to hear that her beliefs had changed over the years.. Some in Antiva had called Valeria’s branch of Andrastianism a heresy, but is it truly surprising that one supposedly heretical belief would slip into another? 

No, what truly seems miraculous is that Valeria sounds like she’s apologizing. And that the act itself feels like the worst, shittiest possible stomach bug known to man. Immaculata huffs a laugh in disbelief; Valeria’s head shoots upward. 

“I believe the Maker and I will sort it out,” Immaculata says in an odd voice, entirely too intimate and soft. She feels out of her depth, like she’s exposed her belly to someone for no reason whatsoever, and that too feels like a crappy stomach bug. 

“You will,” Valeria agrees. “And if we’re all good and fine, I would like to go back to Solas’ stupidly big library.” 

Immaculata’s shoulders relax. “And I should go back to my next batch of poisons!” 

Valeria stares. 

“I’m a Crow, Inquisitor,” Immaculata waves a hand at a large Crow statue on the side wall. Did she just accidentally threaten her? 

“Understandable. And please close the door behind me. I am not wrangling that again.” Valeria waves goodbye and walks out just as she’d entered, but with a sense of a burden being lifted, almost. 

Immaculata closes the doors behind her, equally at ease. Her mind shifts and turns in confusion for a solid minute still before she marches towards her tools. A dirty mortar awaits another batch of foxglove. 

Regret is her transgression, her responsibility. There will be a reckoning with the Maker, but that is a problem for an Immaculata of the afterlife. She’s tired of regrets, tired of wishing she’d done things differently. This current, living Immaculata makes poison for her job and has friends she loves. 

And sometimes, that’s enough. 

[kitkatsgalore]

wake up! ⏰

[sleep version | awake version]

[edenfire]

🌟💗 ¿por qué no los dos? 💗🌟

why pit them against each other, when they could be the ultimate throuple instead?😌💘💞

[updatingranboo]

ranboo is in sneegs insta story :D

[zooplizard]

slugcat lineup again!! im very happy with it this time

[praetoravila]

And you'd say, "Hold my hand, I'll be your brother wherever you go"

taglist: @outerspacecarryon @naquey @raging-violets @ceruleanmusings @bibaybe @rose-of-oz @kendelias @happinessismagicc

[nullians]

Bloom in the carnage

[dreamlandiasims]

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Erwin: How did you know??

Cahill: I’ve picked up some tricks over the years. Changes in energy, vibrations. I had a hunch as soon as y’all walked in.

Erwin: That’s awesome… So now you have to help us, right?

Cahill: And why’s that? Again, not my mess.

Erwin: This could be our only chance for extended alien contact. Jill is trying to get back to her family. Maybe if we get her back to them, they’d answer a few questions.

Cahill: Is that true, Jill?

Jill: I didn’t lie, I swear! I am looking for my family. I… did something… even though Daddy said not to.

Cahill: … What’d you do?

Jill: No one lets me use my powers! It’s not fair. I just… I just wanted to show I could… But Daddy was right, and it got all messed up. I made… a hole.

Erwin: Sorry, a hole?

Cahill: You opened a goddamn portal?

Jill: Oh yeah, that’s what I meant.

Cahill: And where did it spit you out?

Jill: Inside the, uh, the lab.

Cahill: So you came here through a portal to another world and it’s linked to BioSim Tech. They must be having a field day over there.

Frankie: … I need some air.

[pixellangel]

"Don't you feel stupid answering these questions when you don't even know who you are?"

STORYTELLER SYNTHESIS SCENE 1 - A GIRL NAMED V

overview - masterpost - taglist

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Storyteller Synthesis is an indie cyberpunk RPG that I’m currently writing and designing. This is the first scene of the game, where we're introduced to our first party member - a girl named V. Please enjoy!

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Onyxveil is a troubled city. The streets are covered in litter, the skies are gray with smog, and the only sources of light are flashing neon advertisements on walls. Within this bleak cityscape stands an equally troubled young girl, one with hot pink hair and an unfocused gaze. Just a few years ago, she experienced a horrific eve-

"Can you shut up and give the Player control already? Nobody wants your stupid expository speech."

...Ahem. As I was saying, just a few years ag-

"Why can't you ever listen? The Player isn't interested and neither am I. Get it over with."

Ugh. Fine. I came up with this whole summary, but if you're so ungrateful I GUESS I can throw it in as flavor text somewhere...

"Perfect, I'll make sure not to read it. Now get rid of this black screen so the Player can see."

Excuse me? I know what I'm doing.

"Sure. Just get rid of it."

Ugh. Fine.

[Now, in tile RPG format, we see the aforementioned girl from behind. She's at the edge of a rooftop, looking out into the smog-covered cityscape. The camera shifts downwards to show another person, one with a long, pale blue ponytail. The girl turns around and walks towards them. She keeps her distance, but begins speaking. Her character portrait shows a girl with purple, rectangular irises. Her hair is spiky and she wears some sort of strange cropped techwear hoodie. She looks dissatisfied.]

"So, "Sylvie." Long time no see."

> I could say the same to you.

...

"How long has it been now? Three years? Four?"

> Three.

Not sure.

"And how was your little warrior's expedition? Successful?"

Very.

> You could say that.

Not exactly.

"Good, good. Now, Don't you feel stupid answering these questions when you don't even know who you are?"

Wh- hey! I already told you not to go off script!

> I'm not sure.

Oh. Sorry, you don't need to answer that. Let me just fix this... small bug.

[The Narrator goes silent for a moment and the girl stiffens.]

There! Much better.

[The girl's character portrait is different when she speaks again. Her eyes are wide open with no shine. She has a wide, fake smile. Her hair spikes stand up a little less.]

"So sorry, SYLVIE! I don't know what came over me there. I'm glad your expedition went well! Woul d y ouu be wil lin g to h e-"

[She snaps out of it, shakes her head, and glares up at the sky.]

"UGH!! Stop doing that!!! I would literally NEVER talk like that. You of all people should know. Ughhh... anyway, Player, I'm not gonna keep up the "Sylvie" act. You aren't her and we both know it."

If you go off script again, I'll have to keep acting for you. Get back to the story or else.

"Shush. Player, follow me."

[The Narrator protests as the player follows the her down from the rooftop. The two come to an arcade, which the girl enters without hesitation.]

Ahem. Sylvie. You don't need to go in there. If you would just give me a minute, I can get her to come back out...

Sorry, this is going to take some time. Please be patient.

[The player enters the arcade anyway while the Narrator is distracted.]

"Hey. Glad you could make it."

[The arcade is empty, save for the two of them. Most of the machines look like they're out of order. A few of the arcade cabinets are still working, though.]

"If you're waiting for him to talk, you should know he can't hear us in here."

> "He"?

"The Narrator. He's messing stuff up in Onyxveil, and probably in other cities too. If i had to guess, I'd say his other targets would be The Sunbasked Stratum and Karma Point. They'd be good settings for a story, so..."

> Why can't he hear us in here?

What is he trying to do?

Who are you?

"I dunno. My guess is that he never intended for anything to happen in this arcade, so it's barely more than set dressing. I've never heard him speak a word while I’m in here, though. It’s pretty nice."

Why can't he hear us in here?

> What is he trying to do?

Who are you?

"He's writing some stupid story. I don't know... it's hard to explain, and we probably don't have much time. All you really need to know is that he's meddling with reality for his own selfish reasons and not taking anyone else into account."

[Her face contorts in anger.]

Why can't he hear us in here?

What is he trying to do?

> Who are you?

"My name's V. There's nothing else you need to know about me."

> Who am I?

"You’re the one playing the video game. Obviously."

> That's not what I meant.

"Oh, you must want to know who's body you're in. It's another person from Onyxveil. Their name is Sylvie. They went out on some training journey a few years ago. I... haven't seen them since."

> ...

"It doesn't matter. I need your help, Player. I don't want to be trapped in this stupid reality where I'm a character in a story I never asked to be a part of."

> What do you want me to do about that?

"I want you to help me kill the Narrator."

[V looks determined, but angry. This Narrator person has very clearly wronged her in some way, and based on her face, it looks like it was extremely personal.]

> How are we meant to do that?

"I don't know all the details just yet. However, I think the most effective method would be for us to assemble a party of several people. More people means more firepower, and he already wants us to gather more allies to fight the robots that keep appearing in the city. It'll be easy to fly under the radar as long as we don't discuss it in front of him."

[She speaks quickly and confidently. It seems she's been thinking over her plan for a long time.]

> Do you know who we need?

[potato-sauce]

Guysssss what transformers show should I watch?? (I just finished transformers prime and it was really good and i watched G1 already)

Imma put the year they release because I remember some of them were released with the same name but im not sure what ones

(These are the ones I'm torn between if you have more suggestions comment them or somethin I dunno)

[serenanymph]

how well would your ocs do against a cockroach tag game

rules: yeah that's it. that's the tag. idk if anyone has done this before but rate your ocs by how well they'd do against a cockroach.

gonna be a lil annoying and tag a biiiiit more people sorry lol. no pressure to join in tho!!! and anyone else who wants to can hop in. @lyssa-ink @reneesbooks @macabremoons @space-writes @squarebracket-trick @scribbling-stardust @toribookworm22 @lorenfinch @sapphos-scientist @e-klair @arctic-oceans @sidhewrites @loopyhoopywrites @hallwriteblr @talesofsorrowandofruin @cream-and-tea

(anyway the rest is under the cut bcuz I have a LOT of characters so I'm gonna go a bit insane. Pulling from Beast as always)

Crys: - doesn't bat an eyelash, kills it easily - merciless, 10/10

Icarus: - a lil startled, will jump if it flies at him, but manages to catch it and set it free outside - 8/10. this boi is too good for this world

Rhyme: - begins by trying to smash it to a pulp - rapidly gets more and more irritated when she keeps on missing - finally lets out a primal scream of rage and fireballs it - 6/10 because she nearly burns down the house

Sol: - lets out an undignified squeak - leaves the room - if it flies at him he's sprinting out of there - 3/10

Dahlia - rolls up a newspaper and whacks it a few times?? like a normal person??? - 9/10

Beatriz: - faints - poor bbg can't handle the terror - 0/10 - alternatively shoots her feathers and skillfully punts it out the window - so overall actually 5/10

Honorary mentions

Iri and Yuan: - incoherent screeching - KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE - both trying to get behind the other - so many feathers embedded in the floor. so many - Iri scales up Yuan's back and stays there on his shoulders like an overgrown squirrel - 0/10

Jorge and Jordan - they catch it - and store it with their dozen other cockroaches used to prank people - 10/10, but I'm docking points for the malicious intent