Nov 7, 2022
"Taking a break at the studio!"
Just a simple selfie as the first post! Dream is kind of the head of the blog so he may show up more often than others.
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"Taking a break at the studio!"
Just a simple selfie as the first post! Dream is kind of the head of the blog so he may show up more often than others.
Flying Bears
closed starter for @naosh-of-muses/ Kit Cloudkicker “Hello? Hellooooo?”
As he stood alone on the wooden decks of Higher for Hire, Po pursed his lips in utter perplexity at the continued silence around him. This is the place Shifu told him his ride would be, and there in the water lay the seaplane plainer than daylight...so where was the pilot?
Maybe the panda came too early?
Any further thoughts cut off at the sound of someone snoring somewhere. Ears perking, Po followed the noise and quickly came across the source: a brown bear about his size slumbering in a hammock next to the plane. On a whim, Po gently poked the other ursine’s shoulder. “Uh, dude? Are you the one who’s supposed to fly me to Singabore? Cuz no offense but I don’t know if you can do that while napping,” he pulled back with a curious frown, “or can you?”
╰☆╮ - kit cloudkicker and po (animaliamuses)
The panda could only gawk, words failing him at first. Did...did Kit seriously mean it? Po shyly started twiddling his thumbs with a bashful smile. "Y-You really think I'm...attractive?"
💀 Our muses are held hostage! - Kit Cloudkicker and Po (naosh-of-muses)
Well this sucked.
Right now marked the second time Po had been sent on a mission by Shifu to retrieve an important kung fu artifact, only this time to retrieve it from some pirates who'd intercepted the delivery plane carrying the thing.
And ancestors behold, who else would the unfortunate pilot caught in the middle of this mess be than Kit Cloudkicker himself?
On the bright side, Po managed to find; not so bright side, the pirates had been expecting him - and had backup in the form of some crazy strong martial artists from some organization Po hadn't quite caught the name of.
So now the panda was currently trapped in a chi-blocking prison cell, Kit right beside him. The panda shot the other bear an awkward smile.
"I'd say it's awesome to see ya again, Kit, but..."
Moving to him, a light hand on his arm and a smooch to his cheek. "Happy Holidays, brother." And that's all he'll get. Distance is a bitch but she likes it more then company.
His expression stayed steady, lips twitched into a partial smile yet eyebrow raised despite. Jaime returned from captivity expecting a warm welcome, but all he’d found so far proved icy cold. Even the touch just now seemed as though she wore an invisible glove so as not to truly make direct contact. The kiss was pleasant, though it mostly made him want more.
Jaime might have frowned if not for the same reason he’d yet to cry since arriving weeks before. He had decided such emotions beneath him, and he’d buried them so deep within himself even he’d not find them should he search.
He liked to think that anyways, “Is that my gift?”
@the-spindle
...continued from here with seastormarmin
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Eren sighed, he had just gotten off work for the night after a 10 hour shift in the hospital ward, so far being a resident wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, it was a lot of work...and not with people, which normally would be a good thing but Eren hadn’t hung out with his friends much lately and he was starting to get pretty lonely. He still had things to do--to be specific, he had an assignment to work on--but...he missed Armin he really did. Armin had open his own tattoo shop recently and he’d been swamped too. They hadn’t done much beyond talking on the phone for awhile and the temptation to come see him was just a little too much. He sighed again, “Okay...I’ll be over in ten.”
He didn’t even have it in him to tell Armin about all the harmful affects that shit could have on one’s body.
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..continued from here with thewingsofhumanity
01:24 { hot asshole } Why are you texting me at half one in the morning.
01:34 { Me } Im being real. he didn’t deserve one.
01:36 { Me } what does time have to do with this.
..continued from here with gradient-ravens
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Eren was lying on Mikasa’s bed, books spread out around him as he studied, lying on his stomach. She was sitting at her desk of course, drawing for her art project when she showed him her drawing, and it was...well...it was Mikasa style, that was literally the only correct way Eren could describe it. It was good--Mikasa had natural artistic talent--but he didn’t like it. So naturally, he told her. It was his job to be honest, right? He flipped her off just as easily as she had him. “At least I’m honest!” he defended, “I could have sugarcoated it and said ’oh Mikasa your drawing is so enchanting!” He raised his voice an octave higher when he said the last part, clearly exaggerating.
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