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🦅 give me that chickadee
Draw the muse with…: 🦅- with wings
cHICKADEE
[ No but the real question here is what instrument would be Wes' voice.. . ]
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He wasn’t enjoying this at all . . . despite being in this terrifying island for quite sometime he still hasn’t gotten used to it, all the near death experiences and the loneliness of it all had a toll on him. He hasn’t spoken since he’d encountered Maxwell and honestly he kind of misses the company it wasn’t the most pleasant he had to admit but it was something at least.
Wes sat alone as usual near his small fire that he managed to ignite, he was quickly running out of resources just enough to keep him alive and safe. Huffing quietly he was exhausted; Wes covered his face with his gloved hands he wanted to rest desperately but he was too on edge for such thing, fearful that something might come out of the darkness and tear him into shreds with no trouble. Listening closely for any little snap or rustling out in the thick forest,
‘ I should stop worrying so much about all of this . . . nothing is out there I’ve checked so many times already. ‘
A sharp snap of a twig made him quickly look up searching frantically for the source of that noise, crouching slightly he knew running off wasn’t an option at night. Maybe it was just a bird, catcoon maybe? ‘ Merde. ‘ Wes crouched there completely stiff, he could finally make up what the figure in the dark was. Tall, Blond . . . wait . . . a person! Wesley released the tense feeling from his body relaxing a bit. Happily grinning at the other Wes waved slightly, the man seemed strong enough to survive on his own maybe he wouldn’t mind if he tagged along.
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[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following;
my opinion on; canadiaism
character in general: I rp canada. anyone who has a canada muse is automatically followed, unless it’s like 12 year old 2010 canada who’s all ~~emo and depressed~~how they play them: yes. Just. yes.the mun: Good shit thats some good shit
do i;
follow them: Yep!rp with them: Lol no want to rp with them: Fuck yeah. ship their character with mine: Nah son. I mean, maybe if we rp’d I might? idk
what is my;
overall opinion:
hell yeah son.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
❖| Vivian didn’t exactly know why she was wandering outside, knowing that her Mimikyu isn’t very experienced in battling and her fear of him getting injured grew each step she took. Keeping a close eye on her little friend not letting him anywhere without her.
“ C’mon Mimi! Don’t go too far! “
❖| Mimikyu looked back at Vivian, a rustle in the tall grass caught his attention as it quickly shuffled over to the noise. Panic came over her she tried to find a way to find him without going inside the grass she didn’t have other pokemon along with her what if something came out at her, she could only run away from them for so long. Nervously she mustered up the courage to go in it, catching a glimpse of Mimikyu in the grass it stopped in it’s tracks watching something finally picking him up holding him close to her.
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@canadiaism replied to your post: IF I MADE A GAME OF BOG WHO WOULD PLAY WITH ME?
I don’t know what it is but I wanna play
ITS REAL EASY TO LEARN https://s2.boardgame-online.com/g/game.php?g=lK9T&k=rTt
“Are you crying?” [ hello there :D ]
Surprised by the remark, Arthur turned his head to face the man.. “No, of course not… What gave you that idea?” Helplessly, he tried to cover up his arms, since his sleeves were soaked with tears. He turned to sit on the sofa behind him, still crinkling from ages of use, and pulled up a few cushions beside him .
“ 𝕐anno your laugh is fuckin’ cute so, I kinda want to kiss you. ”
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