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[poisonder]

Artfight revenge for damienphobic_!

[newmoonclan]

Moon 4 we got some events. First new warrior of the clan. A second nonbinary cat! First accessory gained. Quillpaw has a terrible time.

Other Moon 4 events:

Wisteriashell laid down in the sun instead of gathering herbs.

Goldskitter's first lone patrol led her to a thunderpath but she found a pipe going under it and crossed through it safely

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quillpaw replied to your post: Bed time for a lil birdie :3c

oh my god these adorable dorks

((:3c u know I love them))

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Bed time for a lil birdie :3c

((Thiiiis turned into a fic instead of something too open-ended oops hope you don’t mind :’D))

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Was he really going to try and sleep in a pile of groundsheets with his carbuncle as a pillow? Really?

That said, however, it was getting rather cold even near the camp’s main fire, and she didn’t hesitate a moment before scooping Nevermore and his magical construct up in one smooth movement, though the effort made her grunt quietly as she did. 

And it earned her an offended noise from the Lalafell that she had thought to be fully asleep. 

“You’re calling me fat.” 

“I said no such thing,” she grumbled back at him, still carrying him easily enough if just because of how little he weighed. “You’ll catch something sleeping out here, I’m just taking you back to bed.”

“You are calling me fat,” he groaned, dramatically flopping over in her arms and making the most of the situation as usual. That said, he sent her a cheeky grin, as his carbuncle squeaked in annoyance at being so squished. “Well. That or you’re not as strong as you keep saying you are--”

Daeyona cut him off with a snort. “My sword probably weighs more than you, you prat.”

It did little to stifle his smug grin, though. “Ooh, touchy.”

But she didn’t let him get much further before she very firmly put him down in front of one of the empty tents--one she had set up for him when he said he was coming to visit, before. “Behave. The others aren’t as lenient as I am.”

“Oh, you don’t have to act tough, I know you won’t let them do anything to me~” Nevermore hummed, though he relented enough in his teasing to open the tent flap so his carbuncle could go bound into it. 

“Go to bed, growing Lalafell need their sleep.”

“So do growing Roegadyn, little Dae~” But he paused, looking up thoughtfully. “...If you get any bigger you might not be able to fit in doorways, though. And you don’t fit in enough of them as it is--”

“Bed, Nevermore.”

“You’re no fun...” But he waved cheerily to her as he finally moved himself into the tent. “Night night!”

“Yeah, yeah, you too.” But he did have one thing right...she did care a bit too much to let anything really hurt him, even if she did let him face the punishment for his own hubris and cheekiness sometimes. (She had never had siblings in her blood-family before, but...well, it didn’t mean she couldn’t think of other people like one. Right?)

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for that angst starter, "are you still alive?"

Daeyona hadn’t even bothered to do much more than slide out of her armor before just collapsing in exhaustion; covered in the detritus of battle as she was, she just could not bother with getting the rest of it off before lying down and riding out the remains of the horrific furious energy that had been driving her onward just bells before. How much of that blood was hers and how much of it was a foe’s, it was difficult to say...

And then she heard a voice to her left, because of course she did, and she cracked one eye open, ignoring how the blood crusted on the lid stuck and poked unpleasantly as she did. “Hrm?” So it was Nevermore, and she just closed her eye again with a sigh that held a watery rasp to it. “...Dunno, am I?”

Even she couldn’t answer that question, half the time. And that was when she didn’t have this many injuries...

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❤️

For each “<3 “ I receive, I’ll tell you one way my muse shows they love someone.

Okay so one of the biiiig ways that Dae shows that she loves someone is in that she actually not only tolerates but seeks out physical touch from them.

It might be just little things sometimes instead of some grand gesture, like a pat on the back or sitting shoulder to shoulder with them instead of something as major to her as a hug or cuddling, but she’s ordinarily so aloof with touch that her allowing and also actively looking for it is a sign of great trust that only those she loves are afforded.

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quillpaw replied to your post: quillpaw replied to your photo: ...

grumpy but comfy

((YES))

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quillpaw replied to your photo:

((man doing those map parties and pestering Amba...

god i fuckin LOVE dae in that sweater

((I completely unironically love dae in this sweater))