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totally didn't run here from discord whattttt
anyways what does inksy sound like
😁
After the incident, inksy sounds half of what the inklings/octolings sound like, she still has her Brazilian accent and can still talk normal (like oneshot wren basically)
She's got a littttleeee deep voice but it's still feminine sounding (no it's not a mommy voice ✌️🤓)
Anyway hope you can somehow imagine how she sounds 🤓🤓🤓
unprompted asks / always accepting | @tartalias came for my life
" i didn't take guys like me for your type . "
said in jest ; certainly intended to be. he leans a little too close, with that friendly smile that draws people in and promises them safety. of course she's no fool, between status and approximation to the witch and the swordsman at her side, but he smiles anyway. a little wider, even.
she's cute when she blushes, the tips of her ears and the dusting of her cheeks. it blends in with the soft burn from the endless mondstadt sun, the same one that threatens to triple tartaglia's freckles and give him another reason to avoid pantalone. even hidden in the trees, where he's finished fixing her wounds, only his hydro vision keeps him cool.
gently, finger touches her nose with a gentle tap, followed by his lips. it's a brief, butterfly-like kiss, and he's out of her personal space and grinning like nothing ever happened.
" you ought to get going, comrade. your knights are going to wonder why you haven't returned from your walk yet. no need to make them worry. unless you're worried i'll cause trouble, eheh. "
“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄. “ It’s a lie through the ivory of her teeth, the whistle of wind through an old wood house ; so loud, so poignant, so conspicuous. She’s always been a romantic, little lion of Mondstadt, ( ballads tucked between missives, stored carefully beneath old letters in the bottom of her desk ) but the reality of her station stressed pragmatism over flights of fancy.
The danger of him was that he was 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒.
He was a jester to the court like a fox to the henhouse ; all pointed smiles and wicked teeth. His freckles, like constellations, shift with each gesture like the turn of planets ━━ all mappable with time, care and diligence ━━ but it was his grin that burned her up like a comet caught in the sun. How she tried not to look at them as he tended to her, preferring the swirl of dandelion and wisps of leaves. How she knew he would know that, quick of wit and perception ( she’s always worn her heart on her sleeve ; he was always earnest in his truths ).
It was why he liked to tease her. With every beat of her hummingbird heart, every bloom of colour across her face and the endless repetition of rehearsed lines ━━ he knew the places she withdrew within herself. Life was seldom predictable, nor black and white, but he was no anti-hero that love could fix or a romp in the dark that would go undiscovered. He was helping her in this moment, but how long would that last ? How could she trust him knowing full well what he was ?
He could have been electro with how she sparked, like static on dead air. His gentle touch and butterfly kiss wrinkled her nose and burned her cheeks till they were as red as a bleeding sky, and when she jumped back it was only by the mercy of his care that her injury did not make her wince.
“ That ━━ ” She felt like a child, all poise and wit thrown out the window. Jean rose curtly to her feet, brushing irately at the leaves and dander that had settled on her armour. His was a cheshire grin, her mouth was unbelievably dry. “ Don’t do that again. ”
𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, not because she didn’t like it ( it revolted and excited her all the same ). Don’t do that because she knew if he started, she didn’t know where she would stop.
“ And don’t follow me. ”
thoughts on me maybe finally responding to our rp 💀
so both of my most noted posts are THIS one and the one about thinking about splatoon and going on with your day
heres a sonya to portray my utter shock like wtf HOW HALF OF THE TIME I DONT PUT THAT MUCH EFFORT INTO IT
ok but honest to cod? THANK YOU GUYS. it might seem like im complaining..but this means so much to me!! Im so glad people like my art- even if theyre just crapposts!
You guys are the best.
AND we're at 50 followers-- thats HUGE.
So..
Thank you.
and now im gonna go cry under the blankets until school starts bc i woke up to like 20-40 fucking notes of pure joy THANK YOU GUYS ALLLLLLLLLLL
Don’t know if it’s just me but in the edit you just posted it looks like Eren wants to kiss Mikasa really bad whilst being heartbroken 😭 I’m a clown, I’m a whole clown I am aware.
omg anonie you’re out here reminding me of that ‘now kiss’ meme agjdhwjs but his eyes in that panel are searching so hard for an answer from mikasa it hurts :(((
Erulisse would like to invite you to the next Eorzean Non-Smoking Prevention Community Group Thing in Gridania. Maybe while we're there, we can get him a vape kit! (￣ω￣)ㄏ
UGH WE GET IT ERU, YOU VAPE (╯°益°)╯彡┻━┻
IT'S NOT KRISMAHHS! *Shakes you aggressively*
"ooh so you just like mituna a lot?"
no, i AM mituna.
