Despite the chilling learning curve littered with clumsy adjustments, he's actually having quite a bit of fun on the frozen terrain!
For once in his afterlife, he gets to move swiftly!

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Despite the chilling learning curve littered with clumsy adjustments, he's actually having quite a bit of fun on the frozen terrain!
For once in his afterlife, he gets to move swiftly!
“ Yeah, Soulv. Get down! Bust a move! “ Sister of the year.
@musesofthesun liked for Brusha! (Accepting 1 more)
"Stay back!"
The toon is pointing the sharpened paint brush at the vague shape she can see in front of her in the dark, the one that she can tell is a Twisted based on the glowing eye in front of her.
At times like this, she wished she had some kind of actual powers like the other toons, ones that she could use to defend herself. But she didn't quite score in that department, so it seemed she was going to be forced to rely on whatever it was that she had now...
...Or, well, she would have to rely on that if the Twisted in front of her actually attacked, instead of just standing there.
In fact, why isn't it attacking? Usually they jump forwards with full intentions and attempts to maul toons like her by now...
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it's late, or early; some time when the sun hasn't shown its face yet. it's dark, save for the dim glow of various machines and devices. idia curls up tighter in his bedsheets and covers, struggling to take a breath. so many invisible eyes watching him, judging him, condemning him. he already knows. he doesn't need to say anything, but he can't help a sob that finally rips itself out of his throat, a pathetic whimper in the dark hours supposed to be for rest -- "i'm sorry... 'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry..."
It's moments like this which are why Ortho has it so sensory inputs can awaken him at any moment. The noises of humming machinery are part of the ambiance, but anything outside of that would usually rouse him from sleep mode. Thankfully, this was no different, as the humanoid regains his senses fully to see what the trouble was.
It's either a nightmare or something akin to it, Ortho isn't quite sure which, but he needs to help Idia through it either way. He doesn't say anything yet, though, instead moving toward the bed, peering over with a concerned look. He'll shake his brother awake if he has to, but he doesn't want to startle him if he's already awake.
hey gio. hey gio. you should look at DST's newest short for no particular reason
[ okay premise i didnt watch the shorts in a while and while i was planning today i dont have the spoons to focus on them but i Did watch this and ermmmm uhm uhm.
@musesofthesun asked: idia breathes uneasily through chattering teeth. he's so cold. his strength is seeping out of him every passing moment. the blazeborn's signature blue hair is soaked black, only mere flickers of magical flame fighting against the water. he's going to die. he feels it. amidst his delirium, idia murmurs apologies to his brothers. his wobbily gait slows to a crawl. he makes out wooden fences up ahead. idia collapses near them, unable to hold himself up.
Veronica isn't in much better of a state. Also soaking wet, freezing, her elytrian wings dragging against the ground and waterlogged to hell and back. So much for a peaceful fishing trip. There's a trident poking out of one of their wings, but they refuse to let Idia just drop dead on their front lawn.
" Hey, hey, no, c'mon, " they don't make an effort to get him to stand, instead leaning down and, very awkwardly and with a ton of effort, sling him over their shoulders like he's a sack of potatoes. " No apologies to your brothers yet; you're not gonna die. Ortho would have my head on a platter. "
They get him to the cobblestone in front of their door before they do their best to carefully lay him down on the steps, breathing heavily. " Brightside, nobody exploded. Take a moment, I've got some health stuff inside. "
Giving a lot of love for @musesofthesun ! They're a charming mun with fun muses and a good knack for writing them ^^
@musesofthesun Liked the Countdown Studios Starter Call [ Dimentio ]
"WELL, well, well; if it isn't the little vessel's master~" Though he acts surprised that the color-scheme-sharing jester has made it here, he really isn't. Getting into the little pocket dimension where Countdown Studios was nestled in wasn't an easy task by any stretch of the imagination. The host running the show kept it under tight lock and key and very few managed to bust it. He'd known full well Dimentio was trying to get in it's confines, so in this case he'd allowed his now-guest access.
Popping up at long last, the nagete offers a small bow, straightening the flashy tie around his neck afterwards. "To what do I owe the honor of a visit from the Master of Dimensions and Pleaser of Crowds, himself~? Surely you didn't stop by just for sightseeing's sake."