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âFireworks! Fireworks!!!âÂ
Someoneâs excited. So excited they might just lose their head.
âI heard there may be fireworks soon. Is that right?â They hope so. Maybe that means theyâll have better luck finding the others.
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son-of-skarmoryâ:
(( I have been enabled by @darkraitaken to make Walls of Text for each of my muses. This may have been a mistake. Weâll see.
Iâm gonna reblog this to each muse, then give me a few minutes to settle down and Iâll check out other peopleâs walls.
Falkner: [x]
Jules: [x]
Mina: [x]
Pascale: [x]
Quip: [x]
Enjoy!))
send me â hc â + a word and iâll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.
"What a fascinating night! So fanciful and full of color!"
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((Happy Halloween everyone! Thanks for sticking with me as I got this done! ))
Whatâs your home like?
Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything⊠please? (Open)
âItâs...not too different from Alola, actually. But we donât have bright, sunny days so much as we have very long twilights between nights. Thatâs why our lights are so effective to communicate. Otherwise...tropical, humid, with lots of tall grass and underbrush to slither through.
The one thing that might unsettle visitors, however, is that itâs always either deathly quiet or alarmingly loud. The ambient noise is bushes rattling or a stray breeze. But if thereâs a hunt going on, or a celebration you know it.
Itâs not too crowded-just us and a few other species.â
You have a favourite kind of vitality to eat?
Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything⊠please? (Open)
âHuhuhuh...bet you think Iâm going to say âchildrensâ vitalityâ, right? Because thatâs the creepy, scary clown answer?
...Well, yes, youâre right, but itâs more because they have more of it. Get much older and they start to get dead inside, and that just tastes stale and like taxes.â
ALL IN THE NAME OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT...
Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything⊠please?
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There is a rustling in the bushes, and suddenly their long, pole-like body springs up, head in hand.
âFound it! Now, anyways, what was I doing?â
((Hey I know I havenât been on here (I will be soon, life if just rough and getting a new muse off the ground isnât easy right now), but since itâs Munday allow me a short. vaguely muse related rant.
As a few of you know by now, Iâm aiming to make a Blacephalon cosplay before Halloween. Thereâs still a ton to do, but progress is getting made.
I was hoping to get shoes out of the way today. My initial plan was some tall, high-heeled boots, because then I can attach the orb...things to the boots instead of opaque white tights, which would for sure ruin the tights. Iâd craft a little round âcoverâ for the heel to replicate, you know, this:
Then I thought of a âbetterâ idea, because it bugs me that the balls donât touch the ground. A âbetterâ idea being:
Source [x]
Except that, for obvious reasons, nowhere local carries heelless platforms. Meaning I should just stick with the original plan. But now my heart wants to go this new way so badly...
My wallet, arguably, canât afford either option.
âSo if your kind doesnât exchange heads as a gesture of trust and friendship...what do you do?â
„ + Make friends with a native
Send me a „ and a command and my muse has to obey.
âIâm trying! The denizens of this world are so confusing; either they regard me with aggressive caution, or they donât react at all to my presence! Look at this one!â
Quip was trying to hold a conversion with a rock. Not a rock-type, but a perfectly normal rock.
âIt shames me to say this, but I havenât the slightest clue how to make friends here. Itâs not the same as with other Blacephalon; in our kind we exchange heads for a brief time to get to know one another...â They sighed heavily, the lights of their head deeming to a soft blue as their neck frill drooped.
@binaryskullz continued from [x]
Admittedly, while theyâd hoped for the best, Quip hadnât expected to actually get away with a lie that big. Then again, this one seemed more concerned about things other than the Blacephlonâs fibs-like Quip themself.
How was every being in this world so skittish? How did anything get done?
Before they could dwell any longer on that question, however, the otherâs words stole their attention. Every light on their head flashed white rapidly, before all turning yellow and remaining lit. The causal, foppish manner was dropped as they stood tall. Not yet hostile, but not far from it.
âOh? âTaken awayâ, you say? Are you saying that you know their whereabouts?â
If the other three werenât nearby...that would explain why none had responded to their light shows. A shudder shook Quipâs body as they tried not to think about what they might have been âtakenâ for, or what was happening right now...
Mini-Headcanon
If Quip eventually gets a human form, or for any reasons has to try to disguise themselves as a human, theyâll be going by the name âKarlâ.
Specifically Karl. L. Quinn. Because they think theyâre clever.
„ + Throw your head into a tree
Send me a „ and a command and my muse has to obey.
"Easy!" Without a second thought, Quip rolled their head around the outer rim of their frill, before tossing it high up into the air. It nestled itself perfectly in the fork of two branches... and didn't come back down.
From their spot on the ground, the Blacephalon...stared? They looked upwards more than anything, not quiet in the exact direction of their head.
"...Well that's a problem. Care to give me a hand?"