Aug 1, 2025
You know how mountain lions sound like people screaming? That's what Obstagoons' sound like only more scratchy. Which is why trained Obstagoon are so often used in alternative music.
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You know how mountain lions sound like people screaming? That's what Obstagoons' sound like only more scratchy. Which is why trained Obstagoon are so often used in alternative music.
I can imagine Claudia ranting like this
Translation from Croatian: It would be great, if I was just a kiflica (a pastry). Why am I not a kiflica!? Everyone loves kiflice now that it's small and cheap. Why am I not a kiflica? No, now I have to have some organs and a brain etc. Why am I not a kiflica? And it's always so sweet/cute, perfect and it never. gets. dry. I adore kiflice- WHY AM I NOT F-ING KIFLICA?! -cutoff scream-
Comic by Bogoro
Editing and voicework done by Cook Boss88
THE PINTEREST ADD FOR 90% OFF AT JOANNES IS A SCAM
THE WEBSITE IS FAKE
THEY WILL TAKE YOUR MONEY AND GIVE YOU FAKE TRACKING INFO
YOUR PACKAGE WILL NOT DELIVER
you guys. i can’t believe this is my life.
"I'll be right behind you, Aqua."
That's the last thing he can hear from the symphony as the man's breath lights to life. Flames erupt high and burn hot, nearly scorching his skin. Pale fingers close around the blade tossed in his direction as a scream cuts through the crackle of the blazing inferno as Sydän pulls him away.
Whether it's his own or his bond's, he's not entirely sure. The only reason he can't wrench himself free of his twin's grip is because the force of his own cries saps any strength that would be in his muscles. And yet, they are silent as the color of flame.
Over and over does he cry out, praying in a desperate breathless mess for his love to be able to follow their path, even when his voice returns to him. Even far past the point of anyone or anything being able to hear him, he screams that man's name.
It is only when they're safe than Sydän lowers him to the grass underfoot in an exhausted heap of purple and blue. There are no tears left in him to cry, no energy left in him to fight, and... there's a gaping hole in his chest where his heart has been ripped out with the brutal claws of the beasts they'd just fought.
No amount of Sydän's Mist will heal a wound that leaves behind no blood.
He waits faithfully every day for his bond to follow.
Sitriini would never lie to him, right?
|| @shiroi---kumo (sinfonia), he's still waiting for you to find him...