#madens

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A doodle from this:

[riplae]

That thing I mentioned? It’s almost finished...

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dell 11/10 would smash

Take it from the boys, this man is bad news™

[thethingswedorp]

How old is everyone in the cast?

Cipher is mid-twenties.

Blackburn is old as balls. He died at like 40-something and has been floating around the void of space in varying states of awareness for a few centuries.

Chessur is 21.

Madens is… an amorphous, un-aging blob of eternally recycling molecules. He was also formed less than 30 years ago and is salty about his youth. Granted he skipped the whole “childhood” thing by virtue of inheriting the functional memories of his predecessor, so he’s technically more mature than those that are his physical age, but then one could also argue that his “physical” age would date back to before he was formed by his predecessor, and he is therefore millennia old.  … Madens doesn’t like this question.

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chessur and madens are like polar opposites, how did they end up partners??

The city was bustling, setting Madens on edge more than usual. Civilian life wasn’t sitting well with him, and it was clear to Caelum that his older brother wouldn’t adjust easily. “You need to relax,” he signed, hands moving with fluid ease to communicate. Mads always had an eye on him, and the elder amoeba snorted at his advice.

“Fat chance,” was signed back, and Caelum blew up his cheeks in annoyance.

“You’re stubborn,” he chastised, and at least it got his brother to chuckle. “There’s nothing to worry about here. For once we have nothing to worry about.”

“There’s always something to worry about,” Madens disagreed with a frown. Caelum heaved a sigh.

“Then let’s retire and get a farm.” The sarcasm was heavy in his expression, and the wry smirk that he aimed at his brother. Madens rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he shot back, reaching out to cuff Caelum’s head. It was a very fraternal gesture, and Caelum shouldered Madens’ hip because it was as high as he reached.

Looking around the crowd-choked junction, Caelum sought a place to sit and order food. Madens was always more agreeable when he was eating. A stranger crossed his line of sight, and something about her energy drew his attention. Raising both hands to his mouth, he admired her bright eyes, her buoyant stride, her fluffy hair. “Mads, look,” he signed quickly, unheeding of how his moving hands seemed to catch her attention; plenty of people were surprised by such quick signing, normally unaware at first that it was a language.

“What?“ His brother looked more on-edge, and Caelum rolled his eyes at Mads’ tetchiness.

“That girl,” he said, using his eyes rather than pointing and singling her out while she was looking in his direction. “She’s so pretty!”

Madens groaned aloud, plopping a hand on Caelum’s head. Aloud he muttered, “You’re hopeless, kid.”

If he hadn’t said it out loud, Caelum wouldn’t have seen him sign it; he was too busy staring at the girl’s beaming face, eyes crinkling and alight with glee, as she raised her hands. And signed:

“Thank you!”

[riplae]

The main cast to @sycophantism and I’s little project: The Things We Do!

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Hope everyone had a great pride month!! Have some losers in their LGBTQ+ t-shirts. (1/2)

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Rolllinnnn' on a riverrrr (of alcohol) 😂👯🎤🎺🌊 #pub #cousins #madens #braddaz @bryonyleighx