#stolencrownsofplenty

[faithcomeseasy]

Starter for @stolencrownsofplenty

It was a quiet morning with barely a sound to be heard as a certain wanderer made his way through Darkwoods shadows.

This never got old, didn't it? Running away like this. Really though, what choice did Beleth have? He knew very well by now he couldn't stay somewhere forever. (As if he actually had anywhere to go for the matter...)

But still... "Those blasphemous..."

It'd be best if he kept his frustrated grumbles to himself. For now he had to focus.

That was until someone or something else draped in red caught his eye. Another one of those vile heretics? No, they couldn't be, not with the way they were dressed. A monster?

Either way, it didn't matter. They would felled all the same.

Breaking the silence, the feline jumped out of the bushes and dashed towards the stranger, ax in hand.

But of course... "Missed..."

[faithful-church-mouse]

@stolencrownsofplenty

Height comparison between a mortal and a god

[skyfallstarlights]

@stolencrownsofplenty

We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to The Hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! That girl was hot. She's my cousin! She is? Yes, we're all cousins. Right. You're right. At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. What do you think he makes? Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. What does that do? Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Can anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference?

//:Surprised attacked by the bee movie beings now //: Also, what does it mean that I can point out each section of the bee movie with this??!!

[dcynight]

(stolencrownsofplenty) 🧠 *Emmy @ Sun & Moon. The Bluetooth channel connection got left on lmaooo*

Send 🧠 to telepathically overhear one of my muse's thoughts!

Hmm.... I wonder how long that balloon's been stuck up there? I bet I could get it down if I had something to throw at it... I don't think our wire will reach that, not without a lot of swinging anyways.

I've never been very good at using the wire... I wonder why I'm so clumsy with it! Aren't Moony and I supposed to be designed for it?? I've got the hook on my back and everything!

..... What kind of balloon is that anyway-

Is it Freddy?... No, not enough brown... It's kinda looks like Foxy, but I think we discontinued the Foxy balloons.... Where did that even come from anyways? We haven't had a birthday party in here in about a week or so. And don't balloons run out of air pretty fast? I wonder what would happen if someone released a balloon outside?? Has anyone ever done that before? Where would it go? Does it fly until a star pops it? I wonder how many stars are in the sky anyway- Probably ten... Wait-- no.. Maybe twenty.... I wonder wh--

Please for the love of fazbear, make it stop....

[sinren]

Anonymous asked: (stolencrownsofplenty) “Have you been around these parts of Anchordeep before?” ((Sending this to say hi too!!))

The siren may or may not have been scoping out the new area for a bite to eat. Whether that bite was meant to be fish or... Something else. Either way, they were still very interested in this new little biome they'd stumbled across.

They were just about to sneak up on one of the unsuspecting squid nearby. Golden eyes illuminating in interest.

However, before they could get a good go at it, something frightens it off, and soon enough they hear a voice speak to them.

The fins on either side of their head perk up as they glance towards the sound, then they dart off in a swift motion in order to hide behind a nearby rock.

They don't answer the individual, but it's clear they're curious by the way they're immediately peering around the rock afterwards in order to stare at them.

What sort of fish was THAT supposed to be?

@stolencrownsofplenty

[gonnachasethestars]

I miss you! I miss you! I miss you! Trust that your heart will always guide you true Soar up as high as @stolencrownsofplenty's dreams can fly!

A field was a great place to sit. Sit, and mess around with rather delicate parts. At current moment, the tanuki was using very small tools, as to properly build some of the more intricate functions of his own home built camera. This was hardly the first he'd made himself. This one, however, was going to be the best he'd ever done.

It was going to have the widest lens he'd ever used.

However! First he had to get the actual electronics to work properly. No point in using a massive lens if your camera couldn't do the basic act of taking the picture itself. Growing up, spending over twenty years in a repair shop, those were the kinds of things a person was likely to learn.

When a shadow, that was clearly not a cloud, made their presence known, Kounosuke looked up. Very carefully, he set everything down on a pad he'd been using to hold such small tools. Was he afraid? No. Should he have been? Probably. You didn't see a person so tall every day.

"Hey you, come out to enjoy the fresh summer weather too?"

At least it wasn't too hot, not yet.

"I'd love to take a photograph of this expanse, but this one's not ready yet. Soon, though! I've almost got the inner mechanism that snaps the photo completely set together!"

[oflostinfound]

(stolencrownsofplenty) ♥: Are you selective, if yes, what makes you selctive? ♦: What can ‘kill’ your muse/ your inspiration?

Munday-questions "How do you rp" edition

♥: Are you selective, if yes, what makes you selective?

I have somewhat recently become selective, mostly due to personal reasons and generally keeping my head on straight Also for art reasons, I cannot tell you the number of times I've reblogged an art meme and someone I'm never interacted with has tried to send one. Like we get it, you want free art, step off

♦: What can ‘kill’ your muse/ your inspiration?

General stress, doubt, outside factors mostly. Occasionally if it feels like I'm the only one putting effort int a reply, but that's rare

@stolencrownsofplenty

[chaineddeath]

starter for @stolencrownsofplenty

   Being a disciple was meant to be an honor, to be one of the trusted few to serve a god. If he were in any other situation, Narinder would have agreed with the statement. Yet, as he stood near the temple and stared out beyond the confines of the cult, he knew it to be a chain. It wasn’t the type that kept him locked in one place- he wasn’t dangerous enough to warrant that type of confinement anymore. No, it was more akin to a leash, simply a way to keep track of him. Why else would he have been given the dubious honor?

   Despite his immense distaste for being part of a damned hivemind, he could see the usefulness in it. A perfect way to keep track of your inner circle- to always ensure loyalty and devotion, to root out dissenters before there was even the mere chance of them speaking out. Nonetheless, he hated it. His own passing thoughts weren’t only his anymore- and even worse, he caught numerous passing thoughts from the rest of the Lamb’s inner circle. It had been insufferably loud in the beginning but it became manageable over time.

   It added another layer of complexity to his current situation. Escape felt nigh impossible due to the hivemind. No disciple would hesitate to rat him out. Yet, Narinder knows the power of patience. Time has always been one of his greatest allies. Complacency in mortals was to be expected, and it only grew as more time passed. All he needed was a moment when the majority of the hivemind was busy and assurance the Lamb wasn’t actively listening to their beloved mortals. 

   Once he was far within the forests of the Old Faith… No. He would not think of his research. He would not think of his family destroying his work. He would not think of what he has forgotten over the past eon. He thought about how the day went. He had picked quite a few pumpkins that day, some were big enough that he had to roll them on their sides to properly transport them. The rain in the early afternoon had been a bit refreshing, but bothersome since it came not long after the plants had finished being watered. If only it had rolled in two hours earlier. Focus on the repetitive work and what made it less mind numbing. 

   And as the sun began its descent, there was a flurry of whispers through the hivemind; the buzz to figure out what had to be done before night truly fell upon them. The quietness from the Lamb themself; they weren’t actively listening, or at the very least, Narinder knew well enough to assume this. 

   (It had taken him a while to realize that the Lamb was able to tune out the static completely and it had taken even longer to figure out any patterns to this)

   Now.

  Do not ponder or worry. Merely move. Only action matters. 

  Narinder kept out of sight as he walked, already knowing which paths and buildings to walk between. It wasn’t abnormal behavior for him to avoid others. It merely needed to be perceived as his normal routine. 

  He allowed himself to become more present as he approached the treeline. There were guards that patrolled the grounds, to ensure no heretics attacked while their god was away on a crusade. But the guards could easily turn around and stop escapees.

  He briefly listened, his gaze searching. Again, he couldn’t ponder this decision; Narinder needed to act. Allow his actions to speak for him rather than the whispers he was broadcasting into the static. 

  Once he made it past the treeline, Narinder kept close to the trees around him and kept his steps silent. He needed to get as far as possible before his absence was noticed or any of the guards realized there was a runaway.

[sclepurpose]

@peachiiihearts // 1 & 15! @stolencrownsofplenty // 15. what is your favorite part about using this platform to roleplay on?

𝒂 𝒎����𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 1. what does your URL mean, and why did you choose it? 15. what is your favorite part about using this platform to roleplay on?

my url comes from the scene where megs and minion are arguing and minion tells him " my SOLE PURPOSE in life is to look after you, " its one of my favorite minion lines besides the sun's warming up line lmfao

and i love the tagging system, asks, and being able to have aesthetic-y stuff and pictures / gifs of my muses on my blogs, other sites like dis.cord or face.book just dont have that same thing

[kallamarthepestilence]

A closed starter for @stolencrownsofplenty

Sleep and food were for mortals, since Bishops got sustained by the faith of their followers alone. Still, the Crown bearers could indulge in it, and Kallamar was nothing if not self-indulgent. Little could beat a noon slumber in the seawaters close to the shore, warmed by the sun. With all the rituals performed at the daybreak, and all orders made throughout the first and the second breakfast, Kallamar had a lot of time in his tentacles after the last plate of lunch was consumed. Full, content and warm, he drifted in the waves until he awakened, refreshed and prepared for the evening festivities.

However, this time Kallamar's dreams were no idle visions of riches, new places, extravagant lovers and forbidden mysteries. This time he is a different beast entirely, or is it merely a part of the beast?.. This being has titanic proportions and a labyrinthine mind, one almost too complex to comprehend. It is... no, it can't be called a lamb, it's a monstrous sheep that inherited the lands of the Old Faith, a demonic prophecy of their fallen brother that somehow came to life. Kallamar is also there, a pitiful caricature of his old self that is shivering and subservient to this being, filled with love and devotion beyond measure.

It's a nightmare, so heavy and real that it forces Kallamar's titanic body to convulse and shiver, bringing down a horrendous storm to Piligrim's Passage. Those living by the shore fear him enough to not question his wrath, but for the Bishop this loss of self-control is at least embarassing, if not terrifying. Didn't he hear about a Lamb killing the Leshy's faithful in Darkwood? Those were just rumours, of course, but concerning rumours still.

He wasn't a prophet, and those dreams could mean nothing, but the Crown whispered to him that Kallamar should know better than dismiss this. Kallamar should take heed, and learn whether this beast that he dreams of seen him and felt him.

And yet, the cards bring no answers and the praise of the devoted bring no solace. There is something beyond Kallamar's grasp and knowledge. He should not forget that, and must learn more.

[toyfulbox]

“It’s 12AM already?!” @ the Goat || @stolencrownsofplenty

moonlight aesthetic starters || open

"What? Did you really lose track of time on your last crusade? Come on now... you're lucky that I stayed behind to tend to everyone here. Otherwise they would have been starving to death." It spoke to its fellow animal, gesturing towards those who slept, and those who were still awake, laboring away or tending to their own business.

"Next time you may not be as lucky, you know. Even I have personal business to attend to." Said personal business may or may not be going to play a couple rounds of Knucklebones with the lads.

[faithful-church-mouse]

(stolencrownsofplenty) "Do you think these pearls go well with my jewelry or are they bit much for this festival, sweetie?" ((tf2 dances on u. only if you feel like it or wanna plot it out first!!))

Frankie had not expected to be approached by their leader. At least not today of all days. There was a festival that was about to be in full swing and couldn't imagine how much work there was still left to do.. Sure all of which was made up little things in the mouse's head to make sure things went smoothly as possible in the ever expanding cult, but it was simply how Frankie enjoyed herself.

"Well it would stand out among the gold for certain."

Frankie began carefully, not quite sure if it was an honest answer or flattery that their leader sought.

" They could be seen as ceremonial if you wear them to events such as this. I think they could work well, depending how you plan to wear it"

( @stolencrownsofplenty )

[skyfallstarlights]

Personal Munday meme

@stolencrownsofplenty:

🕳️ What's a major time sink for you? 🪓 Worst Chore you have? Or, the best chore!

//: That would be a lot!! Depends on what I'm doing but its usually Arts&Crafts related [ Drawing, making icon borders and promos, things like that ] Though most of it is gaming I think as I'm a big fan of Sandbox style games [ I can not tell you how many times I've got distracted by the mini fishing games ]

//: Dishes. No matter what there's always one in the sink, something heavily stained that not even hot water can fix, or the dreaded feeling of wet food.

//: Though I dont have a favorite chore, I am a fan of different chores being designated to different days. Helps keep track of the week, know whats gonna happen for the next day, and see where some relax time can happen .v.b

[dcynight]

(stolencrownsofplenty) 9.What do you listen to while RPing? 10. How long have you been RPing?

[sinren]

Anonymous asked: ( @stolencrownsofplenty ) ✍

Send “✍️” for a short, handwritten message from my muse to yours.

{ Can pleased touch fluffs yours? Will be most gentlest 💕 - Haven }

[cultxofxthexgoat]

(stolencrownsofplenty) “You look vaguely familiar…” 

"I'm sure I do....but we haven't met before."

@stolencrownsofplenty