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yuuup im strongly considering writing a new character from it. ill say no more than this for now..........

something catastrophic (/pos?) might happen to this blog after i see deltarune 3 + 4. just saying in advance. but if any character from them grips me you will not hear about it other than maybe the vague confirmation that "yeah toby got me". nor will i be posting spoilers for at least a month let alone Adding anyone (that was not already in the game, at least. lancer is on my test roster you might see him ....). i will only be discussing them in private

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When they finally met back up I kind of wanted Shard to be Sonic's salty ex but also a sweetie pie towards literally everyone else

He doesn't want to fight him anymore, and would gladly help/save him (and brag about it after)-- but he's sick of thinking of/hearing about/having his life revolve around Sonic. What's so great about this guy anyway? He can be a better hero any day of the week.

The urge to mildly antagonize him is probably hard-coded and probably not just him feeling a little jealous and insecure about how much easier being liked seems to be for Sonic than it is for him.

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something catastrophic (/pos?) might happen to this blog after i see deltarune 3 + 4. just saying in advance. but if any character from them grips me you will not hear about it other than maybe the vague confirmation that "yeah toby got me". nor will i be posting spoilers for at least a month let alone Adding anyone (that was not already in the game, at least. lancer is on my test roster you might see him ....). i will only be discussing them in private

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@tripletrcuble sent: 🌟🎀✨💖 small symbols of kindness / accepting!

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics ✨ ― i love the way you write 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

thank youuuu!! it means a lot genuinely..... you seem very cool yourself id love to do more w you ... !!

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@muses0fgracie sent: 🌟🎀💫😊 Hehehehe small symbols of kindness / accepting!

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you

wahhhhh thank you gracie.... same goes to you 🥺

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  (  ooc meme to show appreciation to your fellow roleplayers. use one or combine multiple to tell them how you feel about them / their blog. doesn't take a lot of time to send in but might brighten someone's day.  )

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

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happy pride i love men and women and everyone and it is all gay because my gender is weird i am everything and nothing

^ picture of me

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@tripletrcuble sent: "Were you programmed to bother me?" for shard from metal. teehee robot muse sentence starters / accepting!

>> "Hah! Y'know, not a lot of the stuff I do has to do with programming anymore..." He almost wanted to just say 'yeah, sure' and be done with it, but—well, programming talk always gets him thinking. Ironic, huh?

>> "I'd say it's more like—I bother you cuz I want to." He winks, leaning in a bit. "Gotta keep an eye on my little sib, 'n' all!"

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Shouma!! Aw, hey fella!!!

some closeups on these ones eeheh^^

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i do not write either character presently but i feel strongly about it rn so i feel the need to say: no, i still do not think shadow the hedgehog, known guy who lost his family, would have killed someone else's (infinite's) family. my bandaid canonfix has always been "it was a shadow android and this has caused a horrible misunderstanding on infinite's part". shadow horribly ooc at any point in canon? it was a shadow android. im an innovator (/J)

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(But... I'm a cookie, and I have a shell... why are we different...?) Cookie mumbles to itself almost self consciously, wiggling and tipping forward a bit as if hanging its head in shame.

(Woah, woah, hey!) Chocodan waves its little arms frantically, trying to will its companion to calm down. (Jeez, you made poor Chip-chan cry! I guess we're even now, if one of the gummies scared ya like you say...)

With a sniffle, Cookie perks back up to answer. (Um... we're Gochizo. I guess you're not...?) Chocodan nods—with its whole body, of course. Its hands rest on its 'hips', a proud aura about it. (Yep! Gochizo! We popped outta one of those 'fleshy giants', our papa! We help keep him and other people safe! You'd know if you were one of us.)

Speaking of... it seems the culprit's returned to the scene of the crime! The purple 'Gochizo' waddles back over, a large shadow casting over it. Upon any of the cookies looking up—they'd see one of those giants, clad in colorful clothes, crouching over carefully to look at them.

"You were right... I definitely don't remember making these ones..." He whispers to the Poppin' Gummy at his side, then puts a gentle smile on his face to greet the trio. "Hey... um—are you lost...?" He hopes no one else has seen them... he tries to position himself so his body hides them from anyone walking by.

Well, would you look at that; there's more of them! Because just as quickly as the purple one vanishes, two others appear. The cookies surprisingly don't hide as they approach, although Custard III does duck behind Chili Pepper a little bit.

"E-Excuse you, we're cookies; we don't have shells." Wizard cookie quickly clarifies, adjusting his hat somewhat. "And... well, your purple friend who just scuttled away kind of gave us a bit of a fright." In fact, he is the first of his friends to come out from behind the soda can, with Custard and Chili Pepper following a few moments after.

"WE look different? I could say the same about you guys!" Chili Pepper quickly says, raising an eyebrow in confusion as her eyecings flick up and down, looking the two other packet-creatures over.

Custard III quickly steps forwards, clearing his throat a bit.

"Er-- what my friend means to say is, who are you? We haven't seen anything like all of you before, the only other creatures we've seen so far here are those big, fleshy giants."

If anyone happened to be listening in, it would comically sound like a lot of squeaking instead of actual talking.

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i have an obsession so heres some characters i write here, made in robl.ox pulse rp—pretty proud of these honestly

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spark the electric jester

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A ghost of some kind, is it? He thought something about that signature felt familiar, though he certainly doesn't recognize this one. A challenging smirk begins to tug at his lips, but he thinks better of it, instead keeping his expression neutral.

While Garmadon would find great enjoyment tearing into an opponent—his priority is getting home. Positioned defensively, he unsheathes his katanas just slightly, the glint of the blades catching the light. A threat, and a promise—he won't strike first, but he will defend himself.

"I'm lost," he begins to explain. "I hail from Ninjago. There was a cataclysmic burst of energy, and I've clearly found myself far from home." As if on cue, he can feel the swell of his own elemental energy at his fingertips, begging to be unleashed—but he reigns it in.

"I followed the nearest power I could sense, in hopes of getting my bearings. Intruding was not my intention, but should you wish to strike me down for it, I welcome you." Really, their battle may well power him up enough to simply create a portal! However, he's remembered learned it's good to try things other than violence, first.

While the worst of his recent woes had come to pass, the revered guardian of Farm’s Ridge was not quite in a welcoming mood. If what he could dimly discern was anything to go off of, there might be trouble in its midst. Demons have stirred an awful commotion in the past, and he was not about to let it happen again. Even if Maxim had nothing to do with it.

It was peculiar, however. Was it not a tad early for one of them to wander out here? As he flew towards the meadows bordering civilization, he recalled certain soldiers skulking about under the cover of night. Humans were no match for them, certainly, but logic dictated they ought to avoid being discovered, lest the world break into mass hysteria.

Were it not for the town’s vow to keep quiet after the attack which was launched months later, it would have. Matters of Heaven and Hell were private for a reason.

But lo and behold. A paranormal entity was out in broad daylight. Technically, he was too, though he was cloaking himself. Was this one capable of the same?

Signs pointed to no, because he located the source rather easily. At a careful distance, he peered through the tall grass. Who was this, he had to wonder. And why are they here?

Threat or not, it was evident the stranger somehow felt him, too. Might as well make a striking first impression.

Seemingly out of nowhere did a portion of the lofty stalks split in twain. First in one spot, then another, followed by a third in tandem, each at quite a distance from each other. It was only when it occurred a fourth time that a shining specter appeared as the shorn greenery fluttered on the breeze, glaring intensely under the golden rays of the sun.

“State your purpose, demon,” he snarled, directing his claws towards the oni, “I don’t take kindly to menaces on my turf, so choose your words wisely.”

Odd. He did boast ample strength, but he was not making use of what actually lied within. It could be that he was erring on the side of caution. Fearsome as he was acting, this may very well be a test of sorts.

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scary old man my beloved 🥰

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⋆｡°✩ @kxllerclaws liked for a starter! ✩°｡⋆

Garmadon heaves a sigh as he sits himself down in a grassy clearing. It seemed a beautiful day out. Yet, his hands remain tightly gripped around the hilt of his katanas—relaxation is an unnatural thing for a being like him; empowered by battle and unrest. He'd begun to get used to it again, but the circumstances have him antsy.

He has no idea where he is. That's a pretty average looking town a ways away from him, but it's not one he recognizes. This isn't terribly out of the ordinary—he hasn't been everywhere, and locations change over thousands of years—but... he's been wandering around for days at this point, and none of his usual senses are aiding him in finding his way home.

(His brother, his son... to think they would welcome him back, after all he's done, and how little he resembles the man they loved. Does he truly deserve it? Maybe it was too good to be true.)

His tail lashes behind him in irritation, a snarl wrinkling his face up. How pitiful, to mope like this. He won't allow it.

Thankfully, there's an easy distraction; a powerful energy source nearby. It's what led him in this direction in the first place, though it was fainter before. It must be approaching; perhaps its source can sense him, as well. Or maybe they're just investigating the beastly man hunched over in the field by their home.

The oni stands to his feet, glancing around to see if he can spot whoever—or whatever—it is.