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“I really wish I had some colors but I don’t at the moment....Do you think Ms.Emily or someone else might have some colors I could use?”
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“I really wish I had some colors but I don’t at the moment....Do you think Ms.Emily or someone else might have some colors I could use?”
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let me draw ur muse
carnival :handshake: yidhra
trickster energy
[ @ask-human-hastur ]
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[ The Prospector doesn’t blame Original (or most of the Hasturs) at all, since he believes it’s too much to expect divine beings to emphasize with mortals, much less see them as equals. He believes Original is a benevolent god, that the survival games can be seen as a form of divine punishment. If Norton is in a good mood, he might give Original advice on his blatant crush on Eli Clark... even though Norton himself has never been in a successful relationship. ]
[ The Prospector finds far, far too many similarities between Carnival and himself. He believes that even though one is a hunter and the other is a survivor, they are made from the same material - and that Carnival is a glimpse at who he would’ve turned out to be - if he didn’t have any regrets. ]
[ The Prospector is. An absolute. Pest. To Ancient. It is too easy to get under Ancient’s skin, and knowing this, he plays it to his full advantage. Does this idiot know fear? No, no he does not. Or he just doesn’t care if any of Ancient’s threats carry through. In order to secure the win for his teammates, he has plenty of both verbal and physical abuse to sling Ancient’s way. ]
[ Alongside Carnival, this Prospector appreciates how ~cultured~ Oar is, and that Oar can match him meme for meme, reference for reference. But if Oar ever lets Norton see his eyes, Norton would quietly think to himself, he can’t see them as anything other than a bag of marbles. ]
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"Too bad you can't join 8v2. You will never understand the excitement and joy it brings ( ͡ ͜ ʖ ͡ )"
🔄 Storyteller - @idv-viandawotcher
S: …
[The stitches seem to be bothering Storyteller. Yet, they know better than to pick or even pry about them…]
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"Time traveling huh..." He narrows his eyes. This being is becoming more and more reckless [ Heelllloooo Jere is here to tell you how much she loves your creativity and design and art and everything thank you have a nice time being here
“...Ah.”
Not exactly the most eloquent of responses, but it’s not exactly easy to come up with something poetic or witty when you’re in the presence of a tentacled and multi-eyed something. The manual had certainly warned against instances like this, of encountering creatures of a more otherworldly nature during his travels. He really hadn’t been expecting to encounter another one so soon, and definitely not this... humanoid? While the eyes and tentacles were certainly anything far from mortal flesh, the face bearing those many squinting orbs of fiery vibrance is of a much more familiar shape, quite deceptively so.
He’s staring, he knows, but he simply can’t tear his eyes away from enchanting horror existing in the space before him. It’s only the budding of a deep rooted and instinctive fear that he’s uncomfortably close to something incredibly dangerous that he finally manages to break free from the spell of whispers buzzing in his ears, mocking and cruel. Look at what trouble you’ve wrought upon yourself little traveler-
“Forgive me,” he finally manages to get out, voice surprisingly steady despite how his insides quiver and squirm, the pajama adorned man bowing deep from the waist in a manner most respectful. “For intruding upon your domain, I’m merely, and hopefully, just passing through.” Here’s to hoping the manual’s etiquette rules are up to snuff- “To whom do I owe the honor of sharing the same plane of existence in?”
Awww, thank you very much and thank you even more for welcoming me so warmly so. ;;;u;;;
"You... can have a bite. If that makes you feel better."
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His heart isn’t 100% in it after all the gun-stuff the other day, but that doesn’t stop him from halfheartedly chewing on the tip of one of the tentacles. No biting, just chewing.
It makes him feel a little better…
[ just crossing by to say that i admire your art, love u have a great time running this blog 😘👌]
Adshjfhasdjfk thank you very much!!