#multisuperfluity

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📐 + rya is 7'2"!

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐗: 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine!

|| Rya's so tall!! Love her design btw 🌊✨ ||

@multisuperfluity

[familylightfox]

@multisuperfluity asked:

"Yes, we do still celebrate most holidays here. Hard to believe, isn't it?" An answer to a fair question from Alastor as he looked at the teen who, for some reason, seemed to enjoy his company despite...well, the obvious. "Of course it probably looks different than it does for you, but such is Hell."

"'S not that hard t' believe Mr. Alastor." The teen's smile was bright as she sat on the banister overlooking the lobby of the hotel. Even though it was hell and was supposed to be a place for the evil and depraved, Harmony didn't mind it all that much.

She'd made friends with Alastor and enjoyed talking to him about the differences between her father's Inn and the hotel.

Plus, there really were some interesting looking individuals who walked the halls whenever she came to visit. And she'd only ever had to deck one across the block when she came to visit.

"But does this mean I should start thinkin' 'bout what t' get ya for Christmas?" With a wag of her tail, a giggle followed. "Or do ya celebrate a different version o' the holiday. We do Yule back home."

Although that did bring up an interesting topic.

"The village throws a huge party for the Solstice. Did ya wanna come?"

[ofteaandmagic]

@multisuperfluity for Crossroad Demon Maurice

For any Londoner, a rainy day was quite normal, unfortunately. The bad part was getting out and about to do what one needed. Even more so if one didn't happen to have an umbrella or even a rain mackintosh. Though the blonde that owned The English Garden was lucky that she owned both; but fortunately for her, there wasn't a single place she needed to go.

No, her troubles for the day lay in keeping herself occupied in between customers.

Mellie had nearly taken up the chore of putting the latest shipment of herbs away, until the bell above the front door rang out. A customer, oh a customer-! Her ivy hued gaze shifted from the stranger who stood there and the teacup that was floating near the counter top, making certain to snatch it.

Hopefully the brunette standing there hadn't noticed?

"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome to The English Garden!" A warm, but not too overly bright smile graced her features as the teacup was set to the side on it's matching saucer. "Was there somethin' I could help you with…? Or just lookin' to get out of the rain…?"

[cxffeeshxp]

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

~I'm so tapped out of fandom complaints and such I could come up with anything.

I guess Sonic fans whining about Sonic's model? I think that's annoying.

Sonic is Sonic.

[adreaminmyheart]

Hey @multisuperfluity Dance with me? I bet you're a natural! [ From X ]

Unfortunate indeed.

But he also knew it took all walks of life to make the world, right? Or that's what his parents had told him whenever he heard news on the radio about others who had chosen different aspects in life. Aspects he didn't understand personally. Science could be interesting, but it just wasn't his thing. He'd never downplay their passion, just as he wouldn't downplay this person's.

"My name's Danny, what's yours?"

After awaiting a few moments in response to get the fox's name, he grinned, and went into his routine. Danny's feet moved like water cascading down a window on a rainy day. Smooth, unique, near perfect form. A song in his heart was belted out, all in perfect tune. He could hit high notes, he could hit low notes. He could hold a note for a good twenty five seconds. It was probably clear through everything he did, that music was his deepest passion.

And when the routine was over, it took mere seconds for him to catch his breath from that show of athleticism. He was proud of himself, but the feline was never boastful. It was a sense of self confidence in his abilities as a performer, rather than a feeling that he was better than other performers. Everyone was unique, and he loved that.

"Soooooo," His head lowers slightly, a grin creeping up on his features. Nothing beat doing what you loved to do. "Whatdja think?"

[fledercanons]

@multisuperfluity (for Phineas!)

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She had been waiting for what felt like all eternity in this dusty place.

The air was always so musty. So stagnant and lifeless. When was the last time she had seen a child in this store? It was always older women looking for antiques, or teenagers looking for vintage style clothes. Nobody ever came in wanting toys.

So when she spied movement across the thrift aisles, her leather ears perked. Slowly, carefully, she picked her way through the shelves and pushed aside old tea kettles and knick-knacks to get a better look.

This newcomer was shorter... He certainly looked young. Could it be...?

Unable to let the opportunity pass her by, she eagerly called out,

"Hey! Hey, little boy! Over here!"

As soon as his attention was caught, she hit the deck, going still and playing possum. As if the toy had never moved or spoken at all.

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[historias-multorum]

@multisuperfluity continuing from this.

"Since Papa owns a farm we had a few animals: A dog, some basic farm animals like chickens and a goat, a cow too." Tilly responded. "I also go some wild animals as pets like raccoons!" She added.

"I just love animals, all shapes and sizes of'em."

[familylightfox]

Volt never would have expected that he would find himself smitten, but after countless midnight dives into frigid waters to explore the world below with someone as unique as Rya... Well, here they are.

An Underwater Waltz for just the two of them.

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Rya belongs to @multisuperfluity Volt belongs to me