Coffee and Character Development

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[beevesj]

Anyways, I’m attempting to make a reference sheet with ALL of Nettle’s family members on it.

I have also decided they have an excellent, healthy relationship with each other. (You know, for horse monsters). They have their issues and own black sheep, but they really do love each other~ ❤

[beeves-roleplays]

Also, Poppy is gunna be the cool, snark grandma who spoils her grandkids, would make them cookies if she had hands and reviles in the blood and terror of her shredded enemies.

[themarysueassassin]

That’s My Girl ❈ CLOSED

[beeves-roleplays]

themarysueassassin:

“You would totally rip his head off.” Taylor muttered to herself, as she hopped forward a couple paces to catch up to Nettle. Every stride for her was a couple extra steps for Taylor.

“We’re here because I heard there was some cool store that sold ancient artifacts and all that sort of crap. I just wanted to take a look.” Taylor said. She then just happened to look down at her own nails, and at Nettle’s suggestion of getting their hooves and nails done, the young woman shrugged.

“Well if you’re willing to sit still, I guess we can go over to that nail salon on the corner.” Taylor said, with a short sigh. Getting her nails done with Nettle wouldn’t take too long, she was sure. She was certain that after, she could continue her journey to that one store Alexandra had told her about, to search for a stolen Atlantean item.

Besides, what could possibly go wrong?

Oh of course she would rip that human’s head off~ Nettle thought to herself affectionately, like she had heard Taylor’s muttered comment under her breath.  She licked her lips with a slim, pointed tongue and stole another glance at the man walking by. Subtly of course, the kelpie was sure there was some mall-wide rule about ‘customers not eating customers’ or some rot like that. 

But she wasn’t all evil. Nettle happened to slow her pace down so the shorter-limbed human could catch up. Must be hard, only having two legs. But then again, Taylor had hands. Those must be pretty darn useful. 

She rose one feathered ear like an eyebrow and read between the lines. There was something Taylor wasn’t telling her. “...Do yea’ think they’ll have the sword that used ta guard, ahhhhh, Eden?” Taylor hadn’t given much away to suggest that’s why they were here, but Nettle knew how important this sword was to her. 

Nettle brightened at Taylor’s agreement, flashing a smile that was more warm then wicked. “Excellent! She trotted in place for half a second, chipped and dull hooves clip-clopping on the floor. “I think I’ll get mine painted. Maybe a french manicure...er, pedicure?” 

Either way, what could the harm be? It not like it would be that weird a human and kelpie were getting pampered together.

[beevesj]

If your characters (or you) were merpeople, what kind of water-based creature would their mer half be? (Mythical and fictional and any other kind of water-based creatures are allowed, not just real ones.)

Hello friend! Sorry about the wait, I needed some time to think about my answer. c:

Me: Probably some deep sea, abyssopelagic fish with bioluminescence. Like a Black Dragonfish

Sekhmet: Catshark 

Tailtwist: Moray Eel

Felicity: Viperfish

Nettle: Great White Shark or a Plesiosaur (Loch Ness Monster heh heh) 

Julius: Orca 

Alma: Harp Seal

Maria: Leopard Seal

Dogblood: Spiny dogfish

Foxtrot: Mosasaurus

Poppy: Megalodon 

[beeves-roleplays]

Anyway, I haven’t forgotten about all my threads. I just started classes again and have been pretty overwhelmed. But I’ll get used to things soon and will respond too shortly. c:

[themarysueassassin]

That’s My Girl ❈ CLOSED

[beeves-roleplays]

themarysueassassin:

“Well…now I can officially say that I’ve seen everything.”

The auburn-haired woman scoped out her surroundings as she walked through the mall. Sure, she’d been inside malls plenty of times, but never one for magical creatures. Vines of all shapes and lengths hung over walls and columns, making the place look like the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Various creatures of legend strolled about, shopping for…whatever it was magical creatures usually shopped for. She could imagine Bob having a goddamn field day here, but because the unicorn was off on a “romantic” holiday with Alejandro, she was here with a kelpie that towered over her and could totally kill her if she wished. 

“Forever 2,100? American Griffon? What do they even sell at those places?” Taylor asked aloud, before taking notice of her partner-in-crime. She saw another human walking in their direction, which was odd, considering where they were. But before Taylor could just brush it off, she remembered the kelpie next to her.

“Nettle, don’t you dare eat him!” she hissed at her, narrowing her eyes as she did so. The good Princess Alexandra had told them about the mall, and had warned Taylor to keep an eye on Nettle, as there were humans that also did their shopping at that particular mall, for spells, artifacts, and the like. 

“SpellStop, HoofLocker, Sirens...What in hell’s bells...?”

Nettle had never seen so many creatures under one roof. Her orange eyes were wide and ears pricked as they twisted and jerked at every noise. A place for magical folk to sell and buy their wares? Preposterous! Who would have thought of such a wonderful, incredible thing?

She was in awe.

So much so, she had almost forgotten about her little companion. Well, more like her little babysitter. Nettle had the sneaking suspicion that Taylor was suppose to watch her during their shopping trip, curtesy of Princess Alexandra. Why? Nettle was a good kelpie, she’d never ever cause trouble~

Her eyes slid from the sights of the mall to the human women walking beside her with much more bravery and mettle then Nettle thought was appropriate for a human stuck with a kelpie for a day.  Not that Taylor need worry, for Nettle liked her and the women had practically a whole blessing of unicorns on her side.

With a delicate twist of her neck, Nettle watched a human pass by with a rather malicious grin. (Another human? Here? How exciting.) Her legs twitched midstep, like she was about to turn around and follow him.

That is, Taylor seemed to read her thoughts and scolded the kelpie for it.

“What? All I did was look at him!” Nettle protested with a high pitched whine and an offended snort. “Salt an’ iron, yo actin’ like I’d rip his head off right here.”

Oh no, she’d never do that. She’d wait until they both just so happened to walk into the same alley way. It would be the polite thing to do.

“Anyway, why are we here, exaclty? Clothes shoppin’? Gettin’ our hooves and nails done? Ha! Nettle tittered shrilly, like a raven. “Actually, I wouldn’t refuse the latter. My hooves have been dull fo’ weeks.”

[beeves-roleplays]

The more I think about it, I’m going to redact what I said about Poppy.

Iron teeth on a fae was too gruesome and illogical to work. It would probably just kill her.

[beeves-roleplays]

wreckingduty:

((That he does. XD ))

Ralph chuckles, “Just you, Sekhmet, but yer the best lion I know. What brings ya here?” He hadn’t seen his friend in ages, so it was a little bit of surprise, especially with the way she had made her entrance.

(( She’ll never leave now! XD ))

“Best lion?” Sekhmet gasped, sunset yellow eyes widening. “Truly, you mean that?” It was in her nature to be prideful, and not just because lions were meant to live in them. She was a cat and cats liked to be complimented. 

“...Don’t flatter me, you’re just trying to get me out of your ceiling.” She scoffed with a wave of her paw, smirking down at him with lazy, half-lidded eyes. “But actually, please do flatter me.” 

 She snickered heartily down at the marine, laying her broad head on her paws. Sekhmet was just as happy to see Ralph as him her.“Oh you know, because I can. And I needed to spread my scent here again, it’s faded since I was last here. We can’t have other lions claiming this cave, now can we?”

[beeves-roleplays]

characterclay:

“So you DO have a lot of friends! That’s perfect! All the more characters to help ya see you’re not so bad!”

She pulled away, pausing for a single moment to make sure she’d got all the chalk off, before carelessly tossing the handkerchief over her shoulder… though it turned into a bird and flew off before it could even hit the damp banks of the swamp.

“Are any of them nearby?” Jay asked brightly. “We could go visit them right now! Or maybe family? I dunno how you fae folk are for family but they might have something positive to say too!”

A thought crossed her mind and she frowned. “… Unless they’re like my old Curse…” She shook her head, as if to chase away the idea. “But not the time for that story!”

The Anon slung her arm over Nettle’s withers and pointed dramatically into the distance. “We’re on a mission! Pick someone and lead the way!”

Nettle took an involuntary step back, her orange eyes wide and locked on the bird that suddenly appeared and flew off. “If that thing grows teeth and bites me I swear-” She mumbled under her breath, glancing towards the Anon with a sudden, sharp smile if to hide her distress. 

“Friends? I can’t say. Most of them find me in my swamp. I never really asked where they lived.” The kelpie shrugged with a tinge of embarrassment.

Curse? What in Hell’s Bells did mean? Nettle wanted to ask Jay to elaborate, but the sudden, unexpected dip of mood stopped her. It reminded her of the few, a, tense moments the two magical beings shared deep in the dark, dank water. But much worse.

Nettle, for once, kept her mouth shut.

“It depends which of my family members yea’ speak too.” She explained, begrudgingly accepting the slight weight of Jay’s arm over her withers. She even kept her skin soft and slippery instead of sticky. What a nice mare.

“My parents are more…open-minded. I can’t speak fo’ the rest o’my family. They’d likely jus’ try ta eat or scare yea’ off… My grandmother would do so for sure...

Her gaze traveled towards the water, and the fairy ring hidden on the lake floor.  “They are…far, yet close.” She answered cryptically. “ They aren’t in the mortal world… They live in Tír na nÓg.”

[tempusfelis]

(Beeves-Roleplays): "I found black fur in my Dead Things Collection." Nettle deadpanned. "You wouldn't happen ta know anythin' about that, would yea'?"

“Nope.”

“Must’ve been…my twin, Sickarus.”

[beeves-roleplays]

“Sickarus, right. How sickening.”

The kelpie glared at him down her muzzle with contempt, threads of her ‘flat from swamp water’ mane covering her eyes. “Don’t show-off yo’ ability ta lie. Get’s me jealoussssss.” 

Nettle stared at him for a few tense moments before snorting and pawing her hoof. “I know if was you, lad. I haven’t added a cat to my collection since, well, since I met you.”

[beeves-roleplays]

"How's my Mom? I'm worried about her." And older, red-haired human came ou5 from the mists of his reality.

Beeves was used to this random breaches of reality, so didn’t seem to mind the unexpected visitor. However, just who this visitor was got more then just a welcoming glance.

“Ink?! Oh my god, it’s you!” She beamed with reckless abandon, sprinting over to her grandson to give him a big hug. “It’s been so long, I missed you.”

She hugged the red-haired man tight, but not so much that he couldn’t breath. “Your mother?” Beeves began, sensing the sensitive topic and released him from her grip. “Oh, well, last time I saw her you were explaining how you weren’t really dead...She’s not hurt if that’s what you’re worried about...”

[beeves-roleplays]

Poppy, Nettle’s grandmother, had her teeth and jawbone crushed in combat and replaced with iron prosthetics. This as left her face heavily scared and nerves burned away, leaving her mouth mercifully numb. Speaking is a hassle for her, but this is remedied with magical artifacts and spells. 

 As a General (now retired) of a lost to the ages fairy war, this was an sickening, taboo mutilation and was purely a power play to terrify her enemies and intimidate those she commanded into obeying her without question. 

Some suspect there was some sort of blackmail or bribery involved to even get ahold of the iron, much less have it forged in the right shape and surgically replace her bones. Most worry how sane she is to have gone through with it. 

They also make deadly weapons, those teeth. 

[beeves-roleplays]

wreckingduty:

If Nettle’s muzzle touches his face, he’ll feel the softness, otherwise, he’s still got his armor on and won’t feel a thing.

He nods, “I guess it’d make sense, but they’ve never said what they are, and I don’t wanna ask too many questions.” He had been inflicted with unpleasant things before, for the most part they had given him good things, but he didn’t want to press his luck.

Ralph shrugs, “I don’t know, they didn’t give me much info ‘bout it.” He was taking this a little more seriously than she intended, but it was a good question. “I don’t even know how long it’s gonna last, usually there’s some kinda limit to these things.”

As soon as Nettle’s muzzle brushed him, she bounded a little aways with heavy stomps of her hooves and a delicate snort. She didn’t like how Ralph smelled, so big and buggy.  Though it was a miracle she could smell anything in this wasteland of sugar.

“Though if they actually, truly were those feral fickle fanged fae, they’d never shut up about it. Constantly blabbin’ on jus’ how sublime and sensational they are.” She lifted front leg coyly, perhaps dipping a bit into self-deprecating territory, but still managing to speak with some false feeling of superiority.

What a talented creature.

Ralph probably had ever right to take the Anon’s gift more seriously. He was a serious guy, much to Nettle’s annoyance. “It probably only activates if yea’ need it. Would be a pretty more gift if yea’ used up all it’s power breathin’ fresh air.” She tittered to herself absentmindedly.

“Why would they give yea’ such a thing, anyway?”

[beeves-roleplays]

Just In Time for the New Year

Hello friends! I’d like to officially state this blog is now up and running! I still have a alot of work to do before it’s officially finished, but I can do that as I go along. 

I’m open to continue threads, start new ones, and answer any and all questions! 

 Happy New Year!

[anonymun-jay]

[beeves-roleplays]

[wreckolocation]

[beeves-roleplays]

wreckolocation:

((Maybe! He’s still a little skittish, though. XD ))

Ralph stares at her for a minute, “How in the world would I even catch you? I don’t have fangs or claws, you could probably do a lot more damage to me than I could to you. Besides, all you hafta do is get on land and I wouldn’t be able to reach ya.”

He rolls his eyes, “What about raw Ralph? Or a Ralph steak? Yer not limited to sandwiches, you know.”

(( Nettle needs to leave the poor man alone. It’s been months, lol.))

“Well! Well! You could be lyin’.” Nettle stammered back flippantly, her voice deep as bass bell voice rising in octaves till it resembled more of the high pitched tinking of a cat’s bell. “I’ve never met a merman before…even if yea’ don’t eat kelpies, you could’ve been territorial and tried to challenge me.” Her ears twitched slowly, hoping Ralph wouldn’t notice her extreme stretching of what she truly thought.

Though Nettle was sure she’d pretty much lost this argument.

She took a deep breath, tasting the salty sea on her tongue. “Aye, I’m suppose yer right. I would eat yea, raw or like a steak.” The kelpie admitted with reluctance, her pride shriveling.

"...Sorry, I guess."

[beeves-roleplays]

characterclay:

“Well, it’s a start, anyway!” Jay beamed as she flicked her hand, returning her finger to normal and summoning a handkerchief in one swift movement with the magical subtlety of a card trick. “And if they know they’re your friends then we can still make progress!”

She tapped the chalkboard, dismissing it in a brief shower of biodegradable confetti before floating back up to Nettle. The Anon paused, hand pressed against her chin like an artist admiring their canvas, then started to gently clean the chalk from the kelpie’s face with the handkerchief.

“Now… Tell me about your friends.”

Nettle rolled her eyes at Jay’s endless enthusiasm, confetti dotting her mane. Start, right, she glowered to  herself, blowing away a few pieces of the colorful paper

She nearly crossed her eyes when the Anon started dabbing her nose clean, wrinkling her muzzle as she resisted the urge to sneeze. “There’s a few who tolerate my presence, I think.” She snorted, jerking her head away and licking her muzzle furiously like someone had slathered peanutbutter all over it.

“There’s....a cat, a merman, three humans...” She trailed off with a bit of an embarrassed grimace. Oh god the irony in that one. “...Some bug shapeshifter...person...a couple o’ unicorns, a cheetah, another fae, and a forest goddess.”

[beeves-roleplays]

Just In Time for the New Year

Hello friends! I’d like to officially state this blog is now up and running! I still have a alot of work to do before it’s officially finished, but I can do that as I go along. 

I’m open to continue threads, start new ones, and answer any and all questions! 

 Happy New Year!

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