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Three Goblin Art
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@zgords
making foaux :thumbs_up:
biteyourcrush:
Zoe pauses. Mouths agape. One singular, slow blink.
“Oh. My. Me?”
Huh! Well this presents a pickle! Other Zoe also seemed to not be hip to the lingo as it were- who the fuck said “hip to the lingo” anymore, anyways? She shook her head, redoubling her thought trains. Okay, different tactic.
“Okay, maybe I was going a bit fast there- here! Let me just… start over.”
She cleared her throat, and extended her tentacle-arm.
“Hi! I’m a you from a different timeline and-slash-or universe! I’ve met a few other me’s as well, and just wanted to catalog some of the timeline differences from your perspective that might’ve differed from my own- helps me with my writing, you know?”
ah, she thinks, understanding finally dawning as she steps down from her METAPHORICAL chair and approaches this METAPHORICAL mouse with more literal comprehension. a little more open to the idea and with all the caution of a cat batting at a bug under a cup, zoe, always so eloquent -- stares. blankly. for all intents and purposes, the PERFECT imitation of a living statue. “ ... ”
“ ... ah,” she thinks again, this time ALOUD, once the silence reaches an unbearable level of, just, HORRIBLY awkward. she nods, just once, as if what is happening makes ANY sense, whatsoever, and wrings her arms together delicately ; moving on as if nothing had happened at all. “i see. that’s a very -- intellectual pursuit ; i understand a little better now, i think.”
she nods again, DECISIVE and tentatively curious in nature, and, quite possibly, the most emotive she’s been outside of sheer and utter CONFUSION all evening, “i’ll be doing my best to help your research, then. are you ... a journalist ? because you write, i mean. i’ve never. written anything, myself, but ...”
... i think jun-seo should have a little long hair, as a treat,
Dermatologists HATE her! Scientists FEAR her! Hardened soldiers TREMBLE under her gaze! God DID NOT CREATE HER and she WILL TEAR THROUGH REALITY’S FABRIC!
thank you all for the affection you’ve shown my zoe in the past few hours ( ue ue ue the soung of crying ) !!!!! if i’ve missed anything or anyone tonight please just . kick me haha i genuinely haven’t even been on tumblr the past year or so, so i’m trying to relearn the site and all it’s changes ( especially the notification system ) thank u all again !!!!!!!
royalreef:
At the further touch of Zoe’s head to her chin, Miri’s face scrunches up, little ridges appearing across the bridge of her snout. There’s a soft, playful chirrp, chirruuup! made, pleasant sounds of being half-tickled where the scales grew thinner and less plated. If she’s bothered by the saccharine pulse of affection that seeps through her chest and nests within her marrow, well, Miranda’s not showing it. That’s just Zoe! And, after a while, the sickness grows sweet, and the body adjusts to its new condition.
“You were! I could not locate you anywhere, and I did try!!” More purrs can be felt and heard in Miranda’s chest, rumbling low now, further and further approaching the affect of holding a chainsaw. A very scaly, affectionate chainsaw, who was holding you back just as much. A hint of percussion is added in, as Miranda’s tail begins to happy-slap against the floor, surely on its way to new repairs by Martin.
“I rather hope you had a good rest, then? After all, we have so much to catch up on!! Much to do, much to do!!!” Her excitement is only briefly paused by Zoe’s last question, noted by only a marginal tilt to her head. “… No, I do not think I needed you, for anything in particular? I merely wanted to see you! I missed having you around! Is it so wrong to miss my dear friend?”
greed is no foreign creature to one such as SHE ; in fact, it is but an old friend, familiar and waxing in the way it stirs under miranda’s affections -- an itch long since scratched, a muscle long since unfurled ! were she better at expressing such perhaps she may have even PERKED - UP at the notion, a godling childishly basking in the praise of one’s first prayer -- but instead she just hums again, CONTENT as she emits her own equivalent of wailing purrs against the vibrating chirrups and rumbles of miranda’s fond sentiments. between the two of them one might worry with all the noise that the school were about to fall into a SINKHOLE ...
the admission that she’d been missing, however, and really missing, does raise some idle concerns. it weeps a gentle SIREN just underneath her breastbone ; warning and waning before she pushes it to the back of her mind entirely, wary to the familiar grip of ANXIETY that curls around her tendrils like a second skin. something that she’d have to look into in the future, then. “ah ... i see.”
in an offhand attempt at dispelling her own thoughts, she lightly curls her tentacle arm around miranda’s forearm ; patting it with the sort of TENDERNESS reserved for children who knew not how to comfort one smaller than one’s self, even despite their obvious similarities in stature -- there, there. “i suppose not,” she allows, blinking her topmost eye once more, before elaborating, “when one calls for a god it’s usually for -- a blessing, or aide, of sorts, so i thought ...” she stares into a middle distance for a moment, not SOLEMN, but -- thoughtful, perhaps. relieved, maybe. “but i see there was no need for concern -- i’m glad. i, ah. missed YOU, too.”
shaking herself out of her thoughts for the second time that night, she finally addresses the other elephant in the room ; blinking up at her beloved friend with a warm and TANGIBLE curiosity, “you look -- different, i think. from the last time i’ve seen you.”
ohhh nooo how did this happen. i was only coming back to lurk and reminisce and now i’m 1) making new muts 2) replying to threads and 3) making icons of this character i know little to nothing about how did this happen
biteyourcrush:
“YEE! Like timeline differences and stuff! This ain’t exactly my first multi-Zoe rodeo, y’know! Oh- first off, favorite flavor of Mountain Dew? I’ve found that tends to be the universal inconsistency, so as not to be confusing when I’m referring to other Zoe’s! Kickstart for me, bee-tee-dubs.”
Wow, the two of them really couldn’t be more different, in spite of ostensibly being the same person- just a universe or so to the left. Zoe grinned at the other one’s clockwise-blinking (So cute!), as her own octopus-like ring markings pulsed their color in excitement.
“… bee - tee - dubs ... ?” she echoes, completely and utterly MYSTIFIED. the whole thing seems to soar through one ear and whip right out the other -- a well of questions and information settling loosely in her head like fruit flies to an EMBARRASSINGLY ineffective piece of fly paper ; buzzing around mockingly as she tries ( and fails ) to rescue whatever salvageable crumbs of info she has on the situation left. “i don’t ...”
how did this happen last time, again ? it felt like millennia ago since she’d last seen an alternative version of herself. did HER rings color like that ? and ... was ZEE this eccentric when they’d first met ... ? “mountain dew is one of the drinks that SCOTT usually likes, yes ? i’m not. particularly fond of any, one way or the other, i think ...”
@biteyourcrush
... fall ASLEEP for an indefinite amount of time, she supposes, and one is bound to come across some sort of interdimensional tomfoolery -- with all the shenanigans that take place in this school it was more a wonder how something like this hadn’t happened SOONER, really. still ! the prospect startles something honest from her ; many eyes blinking clockwise and in - tandem in a way that is almost HYPNOTIC if not genuinely ( and, like ... seriously ) creepy as fuck.
“notes ... ?” she wonders, the physical equivalent of a QUESTION - MARK personified. clearly, the years of being indeterminately unconscious ( ... ? ) have taken it’s toll, “...... lore ........ ???”
NOOO WTF I’VE FALLEN OFF MONPROM SO BAD WHO IS THIS I LOVE HIM
royalreef:
“ZOOOEEEEE—!!!!!!” The long, dramatic call of Zoe’s name tapers off into a trill, vibrating in Miranda’s chest as she clutches her ever-tighter. She’s still being careful with her claws ( don’t want to hurt anyone because she got too excited, now does she? ), but she’s still putting her ALL into trying to crush Zoe to her chest.
“I have been looking everywhere for you, my dear!!! Where have you been??”
Today, Miranda’s love must be shown in the only way that can possibly be contained into her tiny, fragile body. And it is trying to vibrate Zoe to death via purrs, while she snugly rests her chin on top of her head, careful of the eye. Happy fish. Happy fish. Happy fish.
for two monsters who were, admittedly, rather SLIPPERY in nature, it was really kind of a wonder how zoe found herself more effortlessly carried then expected. she blinks rather slowly ( just once ! ) in order to showcase her ( very clear ! ) awe and impress ! and then proceeds to nudge her head further into the bottom of miranda’s chin, AFFECTION radiating from her like a gas leak in the school’s science lab ; a concerningly high mortality rate, maybe, but subtly effective !
“ ... was i gone ?” she wonders aloud, blinking once more with newfound fervor ! she takes a moment to take in their surroundings, bewilderingly blind to any changes that might have taken place -- though, she DID always have a certain difficulty differentiating the passage of time, after all ...
“i was. sleeping.” that was probably right ! probably. she WIGGLES a little in miranda’s grip, ear pressed to the motor rumbling in her chest with a squished, but thoughtful, hum. “... i think.” she pauses, a near IMPERCEPTIBLE note of concern touching her expression, “did you. need me ... ?”
comes up to the mic sweating profusely hiiiiiii ... ! hello ..... to unexpected new muts .......... just wanted to warn you all to please check my rules & zoe’s about page because i don’t want to blindside any of you with the way i write her T___T i’ll spare you the big stuff, but the sum of it was that i started writing zoe before the second term dlc came out, so a lot of what i write her is canon-divergent (especially in terms of personality)
thank u !!!!
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she jumps like five feet in the air like a cartoon cat
She will catch Zoe perfectly in her arms to give her the number of hugs and princess purrs she has missed out on ( which is: the maximum ).
“... ??” ... she LANDS with all the grace of a soggy cartoon cat, too, apparently. and scrambles to wrap her arms around the back of miranda’s neck lest she decides she’d like to, and quote, EAT SHIT on the concrete below. still ! the cuddles are nice. surprising ! but nice ! “ ...... ??????”
... yyyyaaaaAAAAAWWWNNNNNNnnnnn ... !
shadow-of-fear-and-doubt:
There was the imprint of a crawling chaos between the two of them, remnants of a past mistreated in one way or another.
And yet, this impression filling the cracks of Oz’s mind could be ignored. Pushed aside for the purpose of Oz talking to Zoe in the first place. So, they did sit - their body language strict, rigid, all straight lines.
“I will admit that perhaps we have not known each other for long, compared to how each of us have known Brian. But nonetheless, asking you for this… assistance is an action that comes easier than asking other people. I cannot completely explain why that is the case but…” There, there it was. The unusual uncertainty that Oz was still unfamiliar with. It would be ignored for now, pushed to the side to allow concentration on the goal at hand. “I have a… what is the word… Gordian Knot, a quandary… a complication that is troubling me. And I do not understand the conditions that I need to reach in order to observe the true nature of it.”
curiosity is a creature fed by impatience and lack of discipline ; and zoe is no different. still ! she quells her nosiness with swipes of CHARCOAL across a pale canvas, idly taking in the softness of the world around them through arcing lines and subtle crosshatch --- contrasting in blacks and whites the same way oz’s stature is tense, yet open. what a picture of contradictions the two of them paint ; two smears of dark ink in a portrait made of soft watercolor pastels.
when she finally gets what she was waiting for, zoe stares at oz with eyes unblinking and mouth softly parted ; at once both a question and an answer sitting on her tongue and behind her teeth --- a paradox existing within the confines her lips. UNCERTAINTY is hardly a color she’d deem neither flattering or commonplace, but it finds it’s way anyway ; spreading onto their shared canvas as if it were water over chalk.
“YOU are precious to me just as brian is precious to me,” she starts, nonplussed and waning. the moments between the seconds felt delicate, somehow ; a fresh coat of paint waiting to dry, and her words wandering fingers looking to touch and feel. “just as amira is. and vicky, too. but,” she pauses, chewing on the inside of her cheek absently, “ ... i understand, i think. when you mean to say that it feels. EASIER, maybe, talking to you about things like this.”
her eyes skitter back to the confines of her pages as if embarrassed, for some reason, and her hand hesitates before going back to her drawing ; filling in the empty spaces with grass and trees and life. “i am no longer omniscient. i’m sure you know this. but if you still believe i can help ... i am more than willing to give it.”
“she licks blood off her fingers and she looks like divine absolution. careful, meleager; this is your sport but she’s not playing a game. do not think you are safe because you love her. do not think she will not stain her mouth red with your blood too.”
— Maddie C., Atalanta
