#collectalong

[rathalascendant-a]

@collectalong sent: i just want to get this done and go home. (chilchuck!!!!)

"HEY, I'M NOT ENJOYING THIS EITHER." She grunts promptly, folding her arms over her chest. Mari shifts and leans on one leg as Navirou hums in thought from his perch on her shoulder. The felyne winced with every passing second, anticipating the worst as their companion-for-hire carefully navigated the trap-laden hallway.

Questing on foot was never something she enjoyed. Perhaps she'd taken the privilege of a mount a little for granted—because while she was perfectly athletic and capable without a monstie, Mari simply didn't feel the best without one. Sadly, the tunnels beneath the ruins of the Forbidden Grounds were far too narrow for any of her monsties to fit.

As an estute member of her community, it made sense that she of all people would be selected to investigate the ruins. Mahana only trusted their best with these parts. However, Chief Gara did agree to letting the Guild hire an expert at disarming traps, in case any should remain. The last thing that they needed was the Champion of Mahana going down, or going alone in a place that was normally considered off limits.

Of course, as chief navigator of the team, Navirou insisted he come along. There was no use trying to deter the fat-headed felyne. "At least the monsters in these parts can't be huge . . . well, unless something decided to tunnel into the walls."

[ultfan]

@collectalong sent in this prompt: dave draws a sweet bro face on komaeda's left palm. "now you'll always have someone to mack on. big ups."

                     ‶  haha... i'm not going to do that.  ″ what an ugly drawing... he wants to wash this off immediately. how permanent is this marker again...?

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

► do the bubble blowing technique !!! FROM SPONGEBOB !!!!!!!

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

"...What the hell is a 'Spongebob'?" The cowboy questions, not even sure where to start with this one. Thankfully, he doesn't have to! Some unseen force seems to magically take ahold of him, forcing him to do exactly as requested... a plastic bottle of bubbles seems to manifest in his hands from nowhere.

"Alright, firstly. It's ALL in the technique!"

"First go like thiisss...." He starts, getting into position before spinning around vigorously. "Spin around--S T O P--!!!" He stops abruptly, feeling a bit dizzy but has no choice but to press on.

"Double take three times... ONE... TWO... THREE...thennnnnnn PELVIC THRUST! WOOOoooooOOOOOO! WoooOOOOooooo--- STOP ON YER RIGHT FOOT, DON'T FORGET IT!" He pauses for a short moment on his right foot before proceeding to move his body in a circular motion. "Now it's time to bring it around town--bRiNg It ArOuNd ToWn..."

"Then ya do this..." he begins to throw his body around in all kinds of crazy positions as per the bubble ritual. "and this and this and that and this and that and this and that and this and THEN!"

When the technique ritual is complete, he dips the bubble wand into the bubbles furiously before blowing into it, the liquid creating the most wonderful hyper realistic horse he's ever seen.

When he finally snaps out of it, he's absolutely astonished. What the fuck just happened!? Did he just get possessed!?

"Damn... I-I didn't know I had moves like that." He's just... going to go lay down now, his body feeling absolutely abused from some of the moves he had somehow pulled off.

[boundlss]

god ur maria and graham are so good its scary, and i enjoy the interactions u do w rui and meechs tsukasa so much... LIKE YOU GUYS GET IT. YOU GET IT IT RULES !!

aaaahhh!! this is so nice to hear!!

i never ever expected maria and graham to be the muses of mine anyone pointed out specifically, but i'm nonestly glad because they're some of my favorites to write. they both talk a lot and i think dialogue is my strong suit so i love writing them all the time.

i'm really glad you like our ruikasa stuff, too!! admittedly this was especially nice to hear because i'm really insecure about the way i write rui---whenever i'm handling a more popular character i get, like, INTENSE anxiety about whether or not i'm understanding them deeply ebough, so i'm glad those interactions are being well recieved. :')

how's my writing? / accepting.

[empiriical]

@collectalong / semi-plotted starter but also starter call.

"helloooooooo?" a fist pounds on the door, with no response. elmer jiggles the handle, but it remains locked. with a furrowed brow but an otherwise unfaltering smile, he jogs down the steps of the porch && paces around the house. hands on his hips, he tips his head back, squinting against the sun.

zeroing in on a window propped slightly ajar, elmer grunts as he pushes it open && hauls himself up && inside. "sorry, old man szilard," he murmurs, dusting himself off && straightening his clothes, "when you get home, we can try to talk things out, but i know for a fact that a lot of people will be happier this way. maybe i can still make you smile, too."

he walks through the house. it's clear that its inhabitant has been here recently, though the interior looks like it could be an exhibit in a museum.

"wooooow. talk about not keeping up with the times." whistling, elmer shoves his hands in his pockets. he turns on his heel, && walks to another door. peering into the darkness, it appears to lead to a cellar of sorts. "huh." the steps creak as he walks down slowly. "hmm, where's the light..." feeling against the wall for a light switch, his hand knocks... somethng, which falls to the ground && shatters. "whoopsie!"

[finncomet]

uh oh. on the door of death, lots of plants, comet fire—what the heck is fern supposed to do? dunno, but it feels too familiar not to do anything.

"ohhh, grouss, grouss, grouss. grease grease grease. FINN!" from a tree within the kingdom, a grassy sword strike tears at thorns, vines, ohhh, that's blood. save the candy people, try to find finn, be at least a fraction of a hero when the main guy's down. "THIS BETTER JUST BE SOME COMET BIZ!! hyah!" slice-slice.

☄️ "Fern..." Finn's eye fluttered open at his plant-brother's voice. The corrupted comet-fire greenery was still no match for the grass sword - or maybe they somehow knew this was the same catalyst comet that brought them into existence.

"I-I think I'm dying dude. But also not dying. Like stuck in dying limbo? This sucks." For some reason speaking felt a little less difficult, though still painful. He also felt a weird stirring within his chest. 🦋

[mendedgold]

           “   i told you not to touch anything!   “ he practically yells & rips the item away from the other , obviously distraught about anyone touching his things. ( first it was Luz making fun of him and now this!  )  He thought his stuff he’d collected would be safe in his workshop as opposed to being at the Owl House or unattended who knows where!  Though he was in a much safer place than he was months -- a year ago. . . . he still had the habit of carrying everything with him. He never knew when he had to pack up and leave ( how long he would be gone for ) No , this was a matter of scolding someone who shouldn’t be touching HIS things. 

         The blonde sighs.     “  Look -- these are EXTREMELY rare items from the human realm , I don’t need someone messing with them! What if they break , I can’t just , go back and get more , now can I?   “  Arms folded , all his years as an authoritative figure were still in his bones , this had to work! 

@collectalong​  ( starter call ( accepting )

[mngrlmgic]

❛ excuse me , i think you dropped this. ❜ (from fern! ^_^ funny invention momence)

"Aw man, thanks—"

Lunella visibly paused as she took the small sphere from Fern's hand, her eyes shooting up as she took in his green hue. The sphere unrolled in her hand, the robotic bug scuttling up her arm and onto her backpack to pull the zipper the rest of the way shut as she gawked.

"Hold up, are you made of grass?!"

The question shot from her mouth the moment she gathered herself, brain already brimming follow-ups. She pushed them aside for the time being, assuring herself that it was equally likely the stranger was composed of some other kind of plant. As unmistakable as the texture felt when she went to grab her cybug, it was rude to assume things of someone's physiological makeup.