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[nannycanes]

A sketch commission for the lovely @ask-fairy-morgan of our RP muses being lovey-dovey! ♥

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Daily sketch catch-ups pt 2 February 16: rp shenanigans with @ask-fairy-morgan February 17: drew Lazuli's homeland from memory February 18: bought Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate this week and am particularly fond of the Seltas, konchu, and the insect glaive. ...I like bugs, shuddup.

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When I See You Smile Down The Isle

((Askcybugralph))

The cybrid swore he was going to overheat and crash any moment now. He'd been planning this for well over a year, but now that the big day had actually come it felt like the whole thing had happened too quickly for his comfort. Or maybe that was just the pre-wedding jitters. Rick had to adjust the back of his father's shirt for the sixth time as he kept popping up his wing ports in anxiety ("You want me to duct tape those down, Dad?") and Ralph thanked him, the words tumbling out of the corners of his mouth. Was he ready for this? Was he capable? Was he having another nightmare about the ceremony going horribly wrong? This had to have been what, the eighth one this week? No, it was real, his eyes were a solid brown in the mirror, and his skin wasn't made of rock candy. He checked down the front of his dress shirt to be absolutely sure of the latter. "W-wonder how yer Ma's doin'." Ralph asked, double checking to be sure his pockets were tucked in; thank goodness they found a tailor able to work around his awkward build.

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((Askfairymorgan))

"She needs more flowers!" Morgannelafae stood on a dais in another dressing room with her daughters: a tiny, silver fairy surrounded by four insectoid behemoths. At the moment, it was difficult to tell that there was anyone even under the colorful pile of petals and glitter. Morgan's eldest, Renate, kept insisting on adding more and more blossoms to the ensemble. Oriole leaned in close, holding a bowl of small, softly glowing pearls. "...I can't find Mom's eyes." "Here." Morgan gestured towards her face. She was humoring her daughters, of course. She may be able to float through the air without loosing a single bauble, but she didn't care to be mistaken for the wedding cake. Much of this would have to be removed soon. Something about this felt...off. More off than things already looked from a bystander's point of view, that is. Who else was supposed to be with the bride in her dressing room? The girls were here, Meliad had had to leave earlier to work on the music--something the fairy had been privately thankful for. As much as Morgan valued the Honey Nymph Queen, Meliad had been fussing over her like a rabid Mothe--- "Mother? Is something wrong?" Morgan glanced up at Oriole's concerned face. Her Mother. Of course, Morgan's Mother couldn't be here. "I am fine, Oriole." 

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((Well, I'm glad you're finally getting rain, considering the drought over there. :) ))

it filled an entire cooler in our backyard, frankly I’m blown away

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((Opossums are surprisingly resilient creatures when it comes to where they live. We even have them here, in the plains of Oklahoma. They can survive on almost anything. So, if there was a garbage can somewhere in the vicinity, that's more than likely why that little guy and his family are living around there. ^^ ))

I believe it, my friend in Connecticut says they’re adaptable and live everywhere.

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ask-fairy-morgan said: ((I think you have the impressive skills to pull that off, honestly. :D Unless, you want someone else’s take on it. :) ))

I do, but I was busy drawing something when I posted that and figured someone else could give it a go too.

[wreckingduty]

Goodbye, So Soon

((This is in response to ask-cybug-ralph leaving Sugar Rush for good. ask-fairy-morgan - Space Cadet's checking up on Morgan and the kids first thing, so if you want to do something with that, please feel free to.

Also, this isn't affected by the Changeling Magic Anon, so Ralph'll be normal during this.))

Something was wrong. Both Ralph and Junior could feel it.

It hadn't been wrong, not at first. But as time went on, it got worse.

The Cy-Bug Ralph's signal had faded from the Hivemind, not the swift end that signaled the death of a Cy-Bug, but rather, it was one that had, at first, indicated that he had left the game.

The signal never came back.

They had waited a while, maybe he had gotten distracted or delayed, but there was no sign of the big guy anywhere even after a long period of time.

Worried, Ralph scoops up Junior and places him on his shoulder, jogging out to where the big guy had lived. If he wasn't there, maybe Morgan or the kids were, if they didn't know where he was at, then they'd need friends to stick by them during this. He knew that if his friend didn't come back, it was going to be tough on them.

As he approaches the area, he calls out in both the Hivemind and with his voice, "Hello? Is anybody here?"

Junior joins in the calling, “Other King? Queen? Brothers and sisters?”

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((Ooh! I just looked up Aragonite! What particular color variation are you going for? :) ))

tumbled brown aragonite. If I end up not using this, then I’ll probably make abalone