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oh wow I still have 90 followers here? thanks for sticking around i’ll try to use this blog for new things eventually since san monstroso disbanded

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I’ve put up a poll to decide whether or not to keep this blog. I love everyone I’ve met in san monstroso/monster office but I feel like Tick is just dead and every time I try to do something I’m only disturbing them. I wish I knew what to do to keep them going but I honestly don’t anymore & I feel like all these moments of uncertainty I have only serve as an annoyance to others.

If I go through with getting rid of them I’m sorry & for those who know other ways of contacting me who still want to keep in touch I’ll be there.

I love you guys & thank you to those who stuck around this long.

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We’re all set! [I think]. Gonna have a button soon but for now here’s a link ! Help Rascal get a medical fund & support my art maybe?

reblogs>likes

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Hey so sorry to advertise but-

I have a lot of medical debt and my dog needs a medical fund so

WE GOT A SHINY NEW KO-FI IN THE DESCRIPTION

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San Monstroso secret santa!

hello members!! we are here to announce that we are hosting a secret santa for the members of the SM community!! it will be drawing related only. we don’t wish to accidentally write each others characters incorrectly, so art will do best for this event 

to sign up! 

send an ask or message to the hub blog! stating that you wish to join the secret santa this year!

rules

-have a ref of your character-no nsfw art -DO NOT TELL WHO YOU WERE ASSIGNED TO this is a secret after all!! sign up starts now and you’ll be assigned your character to draw December 1st! to give y'all the whole month to draw the gift! 

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Heyo! I’m not to active in the group atm due mostly to intense anxiety. So if anyone wants to rp please shoot me a message! In discord or here. ALSO EREBUS IS OPEN FOR ASK! Ask him something, anything and he will reply the best he can. I will draw the responses!

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sorry for never doing anything here anymore

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Send a character + outfit + accessory! Feel free to use and reblog, but please no reposting!

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“I try to keep him from doing that till I know it’s ok, he’s had people get cross with him for it.” The canine in question watched Toby’s hand a moment before returning attention to his toy.

“Are you sort of like a jogger?” they asked sitting up a bit more, an odd reaction to seeing someone shift positions made them feel a need to do the same.

“When I have a day off I like to take him on treat days, usually to the pet store then for a trip on the path here.”

Toby had been running for a fair bit. It had seemed like such a good idea too, lovely crisp day, not too cold, and it really wasn’t anymore than his usual runs honestly. 

and yet he was exhausted. he had to stop. so he stood there, catching his breath looking for a place to rest his feet. yet lo and behold ever bench seemed to taken, no real surprise on a lovely day like this he guessed.

yet there. over yonder, there was a seat [he kicked himself mentally for his over dramatic ways even in his head] it was occupied but only by one feline monster?

but he must have seat! [he kicked himself mentally again] as he walked on over

“hi, hello” he raised a hand to the monster tilting a bit as was his habit, being so tall and all. “would you mind if sit here. i just, really need to rest my feet, and everywhere else seems to be taken” he asked them politely.

Tick was taking their first day off in months & decided to spend it with their dog, taking him to the park & getting him a new toy (which he seemed to currently think was for cuddles & not chewing)

Tick’s focus on the dog was broken however when another’s hand caught their vision.

“Oh no, I don’t mind.” they said trying to look friendly. This particular park was usually pretty packed so if they took a break to sit it usually always meant a new acquaintance would appear a minute or less later.

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“Uh, if you reach your hand like that he’s gonna-”

“Sorry!” they laughed nervously pulling the terrier to sit upright. “He likes to smooch hands...”

“It’s nice to meet you Toby, I’m Damian but everybody calls me Tick, and this is Rascal.” At the mention of his name the dog tried to wiggle down & say hi again but was picked back up quickly.

“And you’re welcome, this place is usually pretty crowded so i’m used to sharing.”

Toby had been running for a fair bit. It had seemed like such a good idea too, lovely crisp day, not too cold, and it really wasn’t anymore than his usual runs honestly. 

and yet he was exhausted. he had to stop. so he stood there, catching his breath looking for a place to rest his feet. yet lo and behold ever bench seemed to taken, no real surprise on a lovely day like this he guessed.

yet there. over yonder, there was a seat [he kicked himself mentally for his over dramatic ways even in his head] it was occupied but only by one feline monster?

but he must have seat! [he kicked himself mentally again] as he walked on over

“hi, hello” he raised a hand to the monster tilting a bit as was his habit, being so tall and all. “would you mind if sit here. i just, really need to rest my feet, and everywhere else seems to be taken” he asked them politely.

Tick was taking their first day off in months & decided to spend it with their dog, taking him to the park & getting him a new toy (which he seemed to currently think was for cuddles & not chewing)

Tick’s focus on the dog was broken however when another’s hand caught their vision.

“Oh no, I don’t mind.” they said trying to look friendly. This particular park was usually pretty packed so if they took a break to sit it usually always meant a new acquaintance would appear a minute or less later.

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Toby had been running for a fair bit. It had seemed like such a good idea too, lovely crisp day, not too cold, and it really wasn’t anymore than his usual runs honestly. 

and yet he was exhausted. he had to stop. so he stood there, catching his breath looking for a place to rest his feet. yet lo and behold ever bench seemed to taken, no real surprise on a lovely day like this he guessed.

yet there. over yonder, there was a seat [he kicked himself mentally for his over dramatic ways even in his head] it was occupied but only by one feline monster?

but he must have seat! [he kicked himself mentally again] as he walked on over

“hi, hello” he raised a hand to the monster tilting a bit as was his habit, being so tall and all. “would you mind if sit here. i just, really need to rest my feet, and everywhere else seems to be taken” he asked them politely.

Tick was taking their first day off in months & decided to spend it with their dog, taking him to the park & getting him a new toy (which he seemed to currently think was for cuddles & not chewing)

Tick’s focus on the dog was broken however when another’s hand caught their vision.

“Oh no, I don’t mind.” they said trying to look friendly. This particular park was usually pretty packed so if they took a break to sit it usually always meant a new acquaintance would appear a minute or less later.

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Application for Membership

BLOG POST LINK: Sad Ghost https://www.tumblr.com/blog/goats-and-sad-ghost

The most current post is the bio with all the information on this character, but I will post what you ask for here as well!

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Name: Erebus Eden (Erebus of Eden)

Age: 600 bc. (Ancient Greece)

Physical Age: Early 20’s, Claims 21 years old

Race: Messorem

Gender: Genderfluid/Switching (the body in a neutral state does not show a true male or female form)

Pronouns: Prefers male, but in a true female form likes female pronouns. (wont admit it)

Job/ Career: Owns and runs “Needles and Threads”. A store for hand made custom clothing, orders, and personalization of clothing.

HISTORY

As of now Erebus has no solid history. He has no memory of a childhood. No memory of his father, his siblings, his twin or even his mother. He had awoken alone one day by the ocean. Cold and disoriented he had no idea where he was or what had happened. All he knew was his name and foggy faces of a past long gone for now.

After he woke he found at least he had a skill he could use, sewing. He was surprised that he naturally could read patterns after he had stumbled into a shop. Seeing the potential in the kid the older seamstress took him under her wing. Years went by and he was her assistant in her old age. Helping her to keep up the shop and finish orders. Caring for her in her last days. She had no sons as they all had left her to fend for herself, her husband already gone. So, as she passed she gave Erebus the shop and what she had so the sons would not return to sell everything. That’s where he got the small store promising to keep it going and alive. It kindness he wished to repay in this large city.

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Are you decorating for Halloween?

((I’m super sorry I had all month to answer but yes the restaurant was decorated like the ZPD))

they gave out doughnuts

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When human Tick passed for a clone of their father as a child, as they aged they bore more resemblance to both their grandmothers than their parents

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Tick quickly wrote the rest of the order’s details, gaining a look of surprise hearing the name of Wes’s band.

“You mean like the rock band? I’ve been listening to you guys for a couple years. My roommate collects the cds.”

A tall scarecrow in an orange sweater walks into the restaurant. He pockets his phone and a long, bony hand scratches his straw hair. He waits patiently to know whether he’s free to sit anywhere or be seated.

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“A concert?” they inquired. “you’re in a band?”

They opened their order book & wrote the shake down “I’d recommend the honey mustard ham or cream of mushroom chicken around this time of year. What size shake were you wanting & would you like any toppings?”

A tall scarecrow in an orange sweater walks into the restaurant. He pockets his phone and a long, bony hand scratches his straw hair. He waits patiently to know whether he’s free to sit anywhere or be seated.