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[troubletropes-blog]

my hand slipped and i drew myself >u>

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bab

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poSES TELL ME ABOUT THAT SQUISHY GOODRA OF YOURS. All the numbers all of them.

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01. Full name: Alexander Erin Chesterfield02. Best friend: A sketch book03. Sexuality: Demi04. Favourite color: Teal05. Relationship status: Single06. Ideal mate: Someone kind and gentle07. Turn-ons: Neck smooches08. Favourite food: Popcorn09. Crushes: None10. Favourite music: Pop11. Biggest fear: Heights12. Biggest fantasy: Becoming a widely beloved cosplayer13. Bad habits: Nail biting14. Biggest regret: Not going to fashion school15. Best kept secrets: Their birth name16. Last thought: “Is that creep gonna keep staring or order something already?”17. Worst romantic experience: Really shitty pizza movie date18. Biggest insecurity: Low self-confidence19. Weapon of choice: None20. Role Model: [Insert popular cosplayer here]

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Get to Know My Characters

Is there a character you want to know a little more about? Well step right up and drop their name in my box–and I’ll tell you more about them. (Reblog to have folks do this for you) You’ll get to learn: 01. Full name: 02. Best friend: 03. Sexuality: 04. Favorite color: 05. Relationship status: 06. Ideal mate: 07. Turn-ons: 08. Favorite food: 09. Crushes: 10. Favorite music: 11. Biggest fear: 12. Biggest fantasy: 13. Bad habits: 14. Biggest regret: 15. Best kept secrets: 16. Last thought: 17. Worst romantic experience: 18. Biggest insecurity: 19. Weapon of choice: 20. Role Model:            

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Is there a character you want to know a little more about? Well step right up and drop their name in my box–and I’ll tell you more about them. (Reblog to have folks do this for you) You’ll get to learn: 01. Full name: 02. Best friend: 03. Sexuality: 04. Favorite color: 05. Relationship status: 06. Ideal mate: 07. Turn-ons: 08. Favorite food: 09. Crushes: 10. Favorite music: 11. Biggest fear: 12. Biggest fantasy: 13. Bad habits: 14. Biggest regret: 15. Best kept secrets: 16. Last thought: 17. Worst romantic experience: 18. Biggest insecurity: 19. Weapon of choice: 20. Role Model:            

[amadenchart]

Yesss! Send asks to my personal blog! ^^

[thepinkpirate]

Do it!

[nyyght]

Please re-blog if you’re OK with silly fan art of your characters.

[starryfisheshasmoved-deactivate]

Fan art, headcannons, whatever man, I love this stuff

[thyadventures]

[troubletropes-blog]

“Alphonso gladly supports naked ones freedom, yes Alphonso does! Alphonso will join fellow ghost’s naked movement~”

[bundleofbeasties]

what good was tea at a time like this. he was in pain. so much pain.

“Whats the point….whats the point in living if you still have Windows 95….”

he couldn’t even look at the tea. He just rubbed his face into the dirty ground he was on, smeering his snot and tears all over Void’s floor. “If you’re going to kill me, do it. Take your phone and film me getting shot in the face. Maybe when I die, people will start a donation pool for the needy who need to live with internet explorer.”

wow, thats a bit dark, don’t you think? And overly dramatic.

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“What kind of criminal do you take me for? I don’t kill people over a fuckin’ video.” The dragon rubbed his face and grumbled into his hands. It was like dealing with a kid. He really didn’t have the patience for kids. Now his floor was a mess, gross.

“Alright that’s enough! Get your sorry ass out before you get snot on something important. Goodluck not running into anyone on this street.” Void pointed at the door, after the whole episode he didn’t care about the stupid video anymore. This guy was a pain in the ass. He needed to leave - he didn’t want to be seen with a mess like this around. That’s something the Noivern would never live down.

“Just get out.”

[troubletropes-blog]

Mega queen if you please

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added the rest of the characters bios with some danky stand in art

bc i want to rp all my lovelies =u=

[bundleofbeasties]

he was far too distressed to even hear that he spoke elvish. It was probably better this way, since he would probably be having an entire conversation in elvish as he was sobbing like a child

This computer was….horrible. Hasn’t he ever heard of windows 7? 8? 10? At least with those he could work with. This was inexcusable. This bat just wanted to watch the world burn, didnt he.

Fern fell to the floor, weeping and whispering to himself and singing the lyrics to a song that fit the moment

“dear agony…just let go of me...”

He’s dealt with online bullies. He’s been through boot camp. And even worse, he’s dealt with old ladies through his pizza delivery services complain that this wasn’t the pizza they’ve ordered….but this? This caveman’s computer? It was simply too much.

He was a wreck. There were tears, there was snot…making him use that computer was asking for too much

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Was he still sobbing? Void didn’t even bother peeking around the corner, he knew the Noctowl was... wait, was he singing while crying? This guy was something else. A complete headache. The Noivern poured the tea into a small glass before leaving the kitchen. Walking over to the mess on his floor, leaving the cup, walking back to his couch.

“Quit making a mess on my floor and shut up already. You’re annoying.”

[bundleofbeasties]

how could having a phone possibly make anyone stupid? Clearly he wasn’t just dealing with a common thug. He was dealing with a fucking idiot. Unfortunately, Fern was never good with come-backs, so might as well trash talk him in a different language.

“Llie n'vanima ar’ lle atara lanneina…“

He saw other’s as he dragged him…to where? his ‘crib’, he would assume. But he didn’t call for help…He was already dead, and they knew it

When he was thrown down and told to get on the computer, the owl got up, groaning and mumbling to himself as he did so.

“Alright, where’s the–”

His eyes widened….this wasn’t like when he got his phone ran over. As little as he liked to admit it, Siri was, in fact, under warranty and replaceable. But this computer….was from the stone age.. What this poor noctowl felt was genuine fear. Fear for his safety. Fear for his mental state. He would sooner take a bullet to his wings before he would put himself through this….

“I-Is that…….w-windows 95……..? And….wh–…what’s this………?”

Fern hesitantly walked over to the computer to point at one of the icons

“Is…that…..internet explorer…?”

There were tears streaming downs his face. He looked like he was about to have some sort of breakdown

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Void was a thug, but he was at least able to afford a decent computer. That he no longer had. So there was this thing he salvaged from the pawn shop he worked at.

“Antolle ulua sulrim,” He growled out. Taking a seat on a ragged couch, “That’s all I’ve got to work with. You better watch it, you’re really starting to annoy me.”

It wasn’t a very good idea to let the bird run his mouth off in any language, though it was funny to let him think he didn’t understand. When you live the thug life in a dump - you got time to kill. Kill it he did with some good ol’ Middle Earth studies.

“Whoever owned tha- wha... are you crying? Like, actually crying over a browser? Geez.” The Noivern stood up and walked into his kitchen, he really didn’t want him blubbering tears all over his shitty pc. So instead he put a kettle on to make some tea - maybe that would get the dumb owl to calm down enough to work.

[pokemoninablender]

“Man they look alright for being ‘so old’ then. Now I kinda feel bad for getting coffee on them… only a little.” His sympathy was short lived once asked if he wanted to try them on

“!!! What? No foolin??” An excited spark of static caused his mohawk to stand even more on end than it already was.

[troubletropes-blog]

“Yeah! Go on,” He slid the paw glove, sleeve, things off. Handing them to the Zebstrika in kind gesture. Though he wasn’t giving them away for keeps. If the stranger ever decided to hang around Sync enough he certainly wouldn’t mind looking into making a new pair.

“I guess it’s fine if you drop them at all, after the coffee I’ve got to wash them anyway.” He shrugged, pushing some wet hair from his face. “They’re strangely lots of fun to just wear!”

[pokemoninablender]

“All I smell is coffee tbh–” POMPH! Julio was papped in the face with what felt like a big pillow with the strongest scent of coffee that had ever assaulted his nostrils.

He coughed and tilted to let the ‘paw’ fall to grab and inspect it and wrinkled his nose “Damn that’s pungent… yet oddly soft and comfortable. Did you make this?? Man thats gotta be convenient for naps on the go”

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Sync scratched the side of his head. Did he make them? They were rather old. Though over time he did fix them, he mused by now that they didn’t look much like the original. It took him a minute to remember, but he finally did.

“Oh! Yes I did actually, it was a very long time ago. But I remember I made these to stir up some trouble in villages way back in the day~ Oh yes, those were the days!” He laughed to himself a bit. The mew babbled on about some old nonsense that probably wouldn't make any sense today.

“Ah- did you want to try them on? They’re lighter than they look~”

[pokemoninablender]

A distressed zebra woop belted from the man as he jumped back from the hot coffee now drenching his chest. Well… shit that backfired, didn’t it?

“Fuck, dude I didn’t know you were carrying a piping hot cup o’ joe, damn.” There goes his favorite shirt but his attention was quickly drawn back to those huge ass paws. “I’m not surprised it went flying tho jeez, is it hard to carry anything with those yaoi paws??”

[troubletropes-blog]

“Hah - I don’t normally carry things with these~” 

Yaoi paws? Was this zebra guy into stuff like that? Sync wouldn't complain, but he did just spill coffee on the guy so it probably wasn't the best time to get overly chummy. Instead he flipped up one of the massive plush paws and plopped it on the strangers face.

“They do smell nice from the coffee now - have a whiff!”

He seemed interested in the paws, so he figured it wasn't very invasive. The mew brought his legs up to sit with them crossed, now feeling a little lazy to stand. Being able to levitate was convenient - never had to stand at a bus stop!

[pokemoninablender]

What was that in the distance? It looked like someone came out of one of Harper’s japanese comics. Oh this was too attention grabbing to ignore now. Just LOOK AT THOSE PAWS. Was it weird he thought it’d be fun to be slapped by one?

Maybe, but who cares? They probably felt like pillows anyway.

Julio wandered in his direction as any passerby would until he was up behind him and whispered “whatcha got there buddy”

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Sync was about to take a sip of his delicious coffee before the hairs on the back of his neck stood, followed by the surprise whisper. He jumped, tossing his coffee in the air. He turned around to see the jump-scarer, before a word could get out - Splash!

The Mew flinched at the heat for a few moments and frowned at his now stained clothes. However looking over at the equally drenched Zebstrika, he stifled some laughter.

“I uh, sorry about that. Sorta spooked me a bit there.”

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@pokemoninablender

“...yeah, to go, please.”

Sync hummed as he stood in a small coffee joint, waiting only a few minutes before receiving his steamy cup-o-joe. “Thank you! Nice day to you~” He smiled, using his psychic ability to pick up the coffee. Large plush gloves proved ineffective when hold small items. Though that really didn't stop him from trying it every now and again.

The mew left the shop and happily made way down the street, choosing to hold the hot drink in his, uh, paws. Not paying particular attention to wherever his feet took him.

[bundleofbeasties]

He had never been known to be sour towards anyone but this guy was just downright rude!! Breaking his phone AND calling him pixiestick? When would it end?

“Lle lakwenien? how do you expect us to make a video when you broke the thing we use to MAKE videos. Do you have a camera on you?” 

Was he gonna murder him on camera and put it on youtube? No, that can’t be it, because that would violate the site’s terms of conditions. Where on earth was he even taking him? Whatever. It’s time to address a more important issue at hand.

“I have 2k followers on my Lord of the Rings blog AND I have 2 whole friends. What do you have? A video that I put up? Your legacy lives through me.”

[troubletropes-blog]

“Of course I don’t have a camera on me, I’m not stupid like you.” He huffed.

Rolling his eyes he grumbled at Fern’s feeble attempts at one-upping him. “Oh no! I’m so sorry your majesty, I didn't realize we were going shopping at bloody fuckin’ nerds-rus!” 

Praying he’d shut up the rest of the way, the Noivern dragged the bundle of dork feathers to a back-alley neighbourhood. Not stopping by anyone for chitchat, instead making it a quick walk to the danky underground apartment he lived in. Tossing the bird inside, making sure the door was secure so he couldn't get out.

“Alright you squeaker,” He pointed to the computer that sat opposite of where they stood. It... wasn't a very nice computer...

“Get your ass online. Get that shit taken care of. An we’ll pretend this never happened. Got it?