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[direhunting-blog]

Here’s the doodles (most of which are unfinished oops lmao) from last nights stream!!

Got a Fanatic based on a thread for @votarydepenance Dismas playing a bassoon for @rcdcmptionscckcr Aaaand no one asked for Prescott and @painandabsolution holding hands but I wanted it so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[petalsmustfall-blog]

“Dear diary...”

@rcdcmptionscckcr

The last minutes of the evening were when Verral felt most in peace with himself. 

With a piece of charcoal in his right hand, and a open book over his lap, he traces with the most delicate movements what seems to be a flower in front of him. He had decided to take a walk around the Hamlet’s surroundings instead of wasting the free days he had locked in a brothel room. 

This was his second day exploring the flora around the village, some of which he would note down as newly seen, others would just appear as locations in his map, so he knows later when to find his favourite flowers.

As he finished the sketch, he decides to take a look at the past pages, now full of names, notations and drawings. He’s feeling oddly proud for his work, but as absorbed as he might seem, he’s calmness disappears as he feels he is being spied on... a feeling he had forgotten since he entered the woods this morning. 

However, the “spy” isn’t even that worried about being found out, just standing beside the sitting soldier, who looks up, frowning, and closing his notebook, as his bad vision tries to focus on the man. 

“These notes are worth no gold.”  

[regiummilitarium-blog]

@rcdcmptionscckcr

           “They don’t bite often,” it would appear a few stray chocobo’s wandered off, their familiar kwehs and ruffling feathers was no stranger to his ears. They weren’t as common as other may think, only really receding in special worlds such as his. “Unless you’ve got a Gysahl green on you then you ought to give it up now. Those are heavenly to them.” Lightly he taps the strangers foot with his cane, lightly amused with how curious the large birds seemed to be with the stranger, hearing them flock over to him. It wasn’t like he needed sight to know what was happening. “Or if you offend them somehow. A swift kick in the chest will keep you down for a bit.”

[rcdcmptionscckcr-blog]

Ω ∫ continued from ask. || ironheartedtemerity.

@ironheartedtemerity

Ω ∫ LITTLE ASSHOLE.

Its lips are the most sensitive parts on its body. It always uses its lips first to examine things. By identifying things this way, it remembers what it likes. It always rocks its head slowly backwards and forwards as if it is trying to kiss someone. It actively runs about, but also falls quite often. Whenever the chance arrives, it will look for its reflection to make sure its face hasn’t become dirty.

 “Are you stupid? Here you’re graced with the coolest creatures mankind has ever known and all you can think to do is put a leash on one? Pokémon are monsters that fit in your pocket! Some people keep them as pets, sure, but they’re not just a chore! They are sentient beings with complex thoughts and feelings of their own! Others battle and train with them! We have a lot to thank Pokémon for! Now, are you a boy, or are you a girl?  “…Thought so. For you, I recommend the girliest Pokémon ever! Smoochum are chummy all right. They’re humanoid Pokémon that look a lot like smelly babies, and they kiss EVERYTHING, infecting entire cities with COOTIES! She’s really active too, and runs around bobbing her big ol’ head and falling flat on her face. Aww, does hims need a kissy Pokemon? I bet he does!  “She’ll kiss you all over! Again, and again, and again, and she won’t stop when she evolves either. Nobody will want to hang out with you because you’re too contagious! Yeah, that’ll teach you to be such a filthy casual!”

Your best match is Smoochum, the kiss Pokémon!

Ω ∫ “Are ya done jackin’ yerself off t’yer superiority yet, or do I need t’give ya a few minutes t’finish up?” Dismas asked flatly.  “Where I come from, these fings don’t exist, an’ they look like animals, so I thought they were jus’ animals.  I don’ mind cute fings, either, so I’m sorry, but ya didn’t bruise me ego.  Let ‘er kiss whatever she wants, should I find one.” He shrugged.  “Jus’ as long as she don’t kiss yer ass.” He grinned underneath his scarf.

[gildedusurper]

rcdcmptionscckcr replied to your post: Ѡ ... and they're not accidental but they're...

[ text ] no it’s uh… [ text ] it’s a sexual advance [ text ] really heavy flirting

[ TEXT ]: You know, I would have thought you better than to advance towards questioning my sex

[ TEXT ]: I prefer a male appearance, darling, but this city has the most obscure fascination towards sex that I find it repulsive. I’m neither and prefer it, thank you very much

[ TEXT ]: And just between you and me, if your idea of heavy flirting is trying to assign a sex to me, you have quite the journey to go to get my attention again

[hyper-light]

☭ (i want to see these two fight and also work together after that dinmaf game)

V OF SWORDS | UNBRIDLED AMBITION, WIN AT ALL COSTS, SLYNESS

Battle Theme: remix of a theme for a character i considered apping, heh. i thought its heavy drums and choir were reminiscent of dadg’s musicBattle Intro:「Approach further at your own peril.」Victory:「… We’ve met before. We must have.」Defeat:「I don’t expect your mercy. But don’t expect my surrender. Come here and take it from me.」Assist:「An easy shot. Take it.」 || (assisting): 「I’ll handle the rest.」Dual Strike:「」 Defending:「」 Taunt:「I’ve heard things about overconfidence.」 Reacting to Taunt:「A daring tongue. Are words all you have?」 Flee:「Menacing blows…! I refuse to fall here.」 Reacting to Flee:「…?! What was that about a ‘Heart’?! Come back!」Tie:「」 Perfect Victory:「It seems you only know how to start fights.」 Finishing Move:「Make your peace.」

[sanguinaryprince]

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Fragmentation Event: Regia Starter

          At least they didn’t lock him in a coffin when they decided to throw the vampire back into the ocean. That’s about as far as Dio had figured this place out. The name was difficult to get a hold of and yet he could see strange fish swimming about. Not fish, people. He shouldn’t be surprised to find a kind of mer folk down in this City or rather... The outskirts of it. It did take the vampire a few minutes to realize he could also swim, but he just wasn’t a swimmer.

         Dio and water simply did not mix. When it came down to it, at least he found someone with a vague familiarity. Even if the only met for a few minutes before. What was his name again? Dismas? The bandit who had an accent that brought him back to his childhood. Looks like he wasn’t the only one to be sent to the bottom of the ocean. Floating rather awkwardly, he descended as gracefully as he could.

         “Dismas, was it?”

[herokind]

θ ┋ THE WATER’S NOT FINE!

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: wORK, dAMN IT,

    It’s no use; your phone won’t cooperate in these kinds of circumstances. You have no idea of knowing if anyone is OKAY, or if anyone is ALIVE, for that matter. Her words echo in your mind-- DEATH IS FAILURE-- and you wonder if anyone who dies will be coming back. It’s their form of natural selection, ironically artificial, and while you know your friends are strong...

    Who knows what they face? Your poor little bloodpusher is always riddled with WORRY. And more than anything, you want to check on the people you care about. Maybe even if it means electrocuting yourself to death.

    As you wander the outskirts of the city with your entourage, you notice a strange... exchange of gestures. Or is this a fight? It’s so MEDIOCRE that you can’t really tell.

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: eXCUSE ME, uHH, [ ♉ ] TAVROS: wHAT’S,,, GOING ON,

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