Jul 2, 2022
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Dragonkin stimboard with fossils, squishy things, as well as green and purple colours!
Requested by: @exploding-jet (Gible)
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Dragonkin stimboard with fossils, squishy things, as well as green and purple colours!
Requested by: @exploding-jet (Gible)
A blur came speeding towards Spiteful, before tackling him to the ground. Jet. The bombhead looked over its dad for any injuries, eyes wide and unfocused due to panic. Panic that Dad was going to go again. At least that didn't seem to be the case right now...
[ @exploding-jet ]
Frankly it- almost scared him at the sudden tackle. He didn't let out a panicked scream or anything- a yelp sure but it was cut short. It was pretty evident the could had been crying- and was surprisingly cold to the touch. Not dying- but it was still unnatural especially for him.
"J-Jet?......."
He was horrible, the worst son ever, an utter disgrace, everything cloud man said he was. He hurt Dad, it was an accident, right? It'd be fine, right? He wouldn't leave... Right? He didn't want to be alone again; his heart hurt just as badly as when Dad had left, even worse. He didn't know what to do to make it better. Did Dad even want to see him? He couldn't even move, couldn't bring himself to go into the building his dad was in, the one he'd been standing at the front door of.
He couldn’t stay in his room forever. He needed air sometime. Despite how badly hurt he felt he still cared. Spiteful walks out the building, fluff a dark shade of grey. He felt tired. He pauses, glancing upwards and low and behold.
Jet.
Frankly he wasn’t sure what to say and just stared. What could he say? It’s ok? You’ve done nothing wrong? I’m ok and it’s alright? He wanted to but deep down he couldn’t bring himself to.
“….. I-….”
(Hello :) )
Jet wasn't completely sure how he'd gotten here, but he didn't particularly mind. Sure, he'd seen cloud man a couple of times from the ventilation system, but cloud man wasn't with lab coat skin, so the bombhead didn't quite mind, although cloud man was still scary. Well, that was the case, until he realized he really didn't know where he was, and he was starting to get very hungry. The feral bomb got out of the ventilation system very carefully, which just meant he broke the vent, it making a loud bang noise when it hit the ground, which in turn made Jet screech. Oops.
(@exploding-jet )
Updike blinks slowly as he walks the hallway. The noise surprising him. The screech makes him jump as he rushes towards whatever the fuck that was. He slows to a stop and blinks… that Whitty is fucking tall-
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Fox themed stimboard with fur, foxes, paws, and warm colours!
Requested by: exploding jet (🦊)
A soft giggle, and then the noise of something landing right next to Spiteful. Rather threatening, if it wasn't such a familiar one.
"Jet follow Dad! Where Dad going?"
Seems he hitched a ride with the truck.
“Sfsgehrhegs Jet! Wh- ok honestly. Not surprised but uh. Work? I got called to a new ‘anomaly’ sighting that I need to take in because apparently they’re kinda dangerous???”
He shrugs softly with a chuckle tho.
It had been a few days since he'd seen Dad, and that was worrying enough, considering exactly how much Jet monitored the man. He could die at any moment, just like he did before, and the thought had stuck to him to the point he couldn't possibly leave Dad alone for long. But now? Jet had no idea where he was, and it had really impacted him. Once again he was trying to find Dad, trying to get even a whiff of his scent.
"Dad here?"
It was unlikely, he didn't smell Dad, after all, but there was always a chance, wasn't there?
(*looks at the image recently posted* :])
God he was so stupid wasn’t he? HA! Fight Charlotte. Wonderful idea! He groans into his hands. Charlotte said there was a way to hide his features but he only knew how to hide the wings. The horns made no sense. His eyes were RED now. What the hell should he tell everyone?! Especially- he freezes. That voice- oh fuck he wasn’t ready yet. His tail flickers as he tries to think of a way out of this situation. Was there even one? ….
Probably not… He sighs softly, peeking out the room he was in, aka his current hiding place.
(*about to send on anon* Wait this is another main-)
Jet had found a weird thing in the trash. Usually, he'd just eat it, but this one piked his interest. It had a shiny ball, attached to a black stick, with a little thing on the stick. He flicked it, and the small static noise that came from it almost made him drop it.
"Hi!"
When he spoke into it, he didn't particularly know what to expect, but for his voice to get louder? Cool!
"Jet! Name Jet! How thing work..."
The creature's loud, ecstatic voice could be heard in the surrounding area, leading most to outright avoid the alleyway. His voice wasn't pretty to listen to, after all. But perhaps it'd lure someone else... Or, more than one someone?
(Outside m!a for reasons)
Charlotte cringes.
“Ugh what is that horrired sound?…. It’s perfect!”
“Oh no…”
The duo approach the alleyway.
“Ooh. Hello there uh.. sir? Would you care to battle my boyfriend here?”