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some toyhouse icons for different oc’s n_ n

[weiyiswy]

love moled

also i must let you all know that the first time joy called out the frickin car mount i really lost my mind it was so funny

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Gay Aliens

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[weiyiswy]

art party draws! girl mo and pirate au

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finally finished arr at this point!!! (HAHAHAHA IT TOOK ME SO LONG) but i was really enjoying levelling smn and sch!

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Old wounds

“TELL ME ITS NOT TRUE!” A roar echoed around the assassins camp as Orne stormed to the Largest Tent. A Tall, muscular, aged man stood behind the table, his eyes slowly drifted up from the map on the table to the Woman approaching him, he, of course, recognised her, though she had changed, with paint adorning her face and her outfit having been changed to crude leather armour covered in animal skulls and predators teeth. There had been a chang ein her, and she was far more unhinged than the mother figure that left them and considered the team a family. He spoke gruffly and bluntly “You disappeared, someone had to take care of the family.”

“We’ll get to that in a second.” Her response was just as curt and Vexed as the current Leader. “Souts has reported that They saw my target killed! And they followed the group that did so.”

The man took his fists off the table and crossed his arms, raising to his full height. “And what about it, Orne? We do that all the time, get your head on straight”

She ignored the Insult for a moment and continued her converational war path. “And after following the group one of the scouts reported this individual; Tall, dark hair, worn in a bun, with a scar on his right cheek?”

“Remarkable, a scout reported seeing a man kill another man?” The aged man responded with obvious sarcasm in his voice, prompting a quick and angry response from Orne “Modai, if you insult me one more time I will introduce you to the ground, and your relationship will be intimate”

“Then get to the point, You’re wasting planning time for our next move.” Modai responded, her threat shaking him a little. 

“The point is, Modai, these scouts reported seeing a dead man.” she walked to the table and rested her weapons along the surface, a short knife and a hand axe, their blades pointed downwards.

The aged man brought a hand up to his short beard, giving it a few small strokes “Was that so difficult? How do you know he’s dead as well? You can’t assume that because someone is out of action for a while.”

“I know he’s dead” she added weight and pressure to her weapons, trying to make a point. “because I watched him die, he had a hand through his chest, nobody walks that off, no matter how many tears you cry during how many nights you’re stuck with someone you barely know, trying to replace the mother you never had!” Her voice raised gradually until she was again shouting, a small drop of red hit the map on the table as a tear rolled the paint off her face.

“So what do you want? I’m the leader now, and I’m not mobilising the families forces because you cried over someone you never lost.” Saying this, Modai annoyed Orne just a little too much. She removed her weapons from the table and holstered them, angrily staring him down. “Meet me outside Modai, if you come out of whats about to happen still confident you deserve to lead, then we won’t go. But I promise you won’t.”

Orne walked out of the planning tent into the clearing, Modai heaved a weary sigh and picked up his signature weapon, a Bardiche he made when he was younger and had triumphed in many battles with. He slowly followed outside and met Orne there. He towered above her, holding the blade of the weapon to his chest as she stood with her hands by her side. “Using your fists against a weapon like this will end with two halves of an arm, you know?” He quipped, however she stood silently. “So that is how it is.” He readied his weapon and charged at her, swinging his weapon in such a way that he wouldn’t kill, but would injure her. 

She nimbly avoided his swing and caught his head in one of her hands, using all her weight she unbalanced him with her foot and threw him to the ground, making him fall with a crash and his Blade falling away from him, he looked, scared up into her eyes, knowing that she would kill him, however she chose to talk instead. “I respect you taking initiative and leading the family, however you lost your sense of respect, Modai.” she stood above him, and the Familiy remembered what there was to fear about her.

Orne walked into the planning tent and quickly emerged with the map, she pointed to a small island. “This is the Island they were on?”

A scout nodded, yes. her face grew angrily determined and she bellowed to everyone “Then pack up everything! We’re going to this Island! I want to know what they have that we dont! I want to know how they killed Rhenco! I want to know why I’m seeing ghosts of my fuckin’ past there!”

The family started scrambling as Modai stood next to her and gazed in fear. Even jumping slightly as she spoke one final sentence “You kept the family fed and organised in my place, and they seem to respect you. You may be my second-in-command to lead the family, Modai. Just remember your place”

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