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We had the absolute pleasure of getting to draw one of the kickstarter posters for @sonicneonsummit! It was a blast to collaborate on and we couldn't be more proud to be a part of such a wonderful convention! These posters were featured in the Chao Garden area of SNS where attendees could relax, color, and draw!

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[[just another reminder! While we just got back from selling at sonic neon summit we fly out for anime festival Orlando TOMORROW. We will continue to be busy for some time, please do not assume either of us is ignoring you.]]

[[-taps microphone- so hey @thegatesofinfinitespace and I will be out of town for like, most of June and July selling at various conventions just as a heads up. I've paused my queue again, and will probably be getting to lots of things slowly IF I get the chance to write at all. I anticipate during this time I'll mostly be replying to asks and doing the occasional quickfire stuff if/when I'm around. So this is a general PSA but also a reminder that a lack of replies from me =/= a lack of interest. I'm probably just busy! I am still open to chatting in DMs (plots, rambling, whatever) but I will be slow with that as well.]]

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[[-taps microphone- so hey @thegatesofinfinitespace and I will be out of town for like, most of June and July selling at various conventions just as a heads up. I've paused my queue again, and will probably be getting to lots of things slowly IF I get the chance to write at all. I anticipate during this time I'll mostly be replying to asks and doing the occasional quickfire stuff if/when I'm around. So this is a general PSA but also a reminder that a lack of replies from me =/= a lack of interest. I'm probably just busy! I am still open to chatting in DMs (plots, rambling, whatever) but I will be slow with that as well.]]

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Send "First Impression" and my muse will say what they think of yours, and some assumptions they might have about your muse.

Bonus: if our characters have interacted before, they will compare their first impression of your muse against what they think of them now.

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"So you are," but there is a sort of charm in that, evident by Sable's smile. It's undeniably pleasant to have real company and conversation for once. The cheery barghest simply can't help but look bewildered as Eve gestures for him to sit. Few stayed in their presence long, and fewer still when their nature as spirits was revealed, and yet... you're still full of surprises.

A shared curiosity tied them together, however temporary.

Sable plops down, his long tail mirroring the dragon's own as it falls over the cot's side in smoky waves. "You know how to use wards? I should've seen that comin'," a small laugh. Eve is certainly casual about all the things that make mortals nervous. Of course, by now it's obvious he can see all of them, not just the brothers guarding a long overgrown gravesite.

Rain dances on the canopy above them, quiet white noise separating them from everything else lurking just out of sight. "Soleana? Yeah, heard of it but... never visited when I was alive." Sable takes another sip, before resting his chin in his free hand.

"City ghosts are somethin' else. Not close-knit like us out here." Even the spirits not under their care minded their business in these woods. Everything here was old and enduring, the balance rarely shaken. With so many souls in tight quarters, he'd come to understand that modern day cities were chaos for living and dead alike.

"In the sky? Imagine that..." technology and time, ever marching in lockstep. Countless innovations none of them would ever witness, bound to where their bodies rest. "It sounds beautiful..." he's wistful, tilting the cider in the dragon's direction. Taste it for yourself, implied but unspoken. "It must be nice, travelin' like ya do. The world keeps on changin', but so do you."

Not like us. Stagnant, immovable. He glances out to Grim, still patrolling despite the growing downpour. Stubborn, but he caught the occasional ear tilting to listen to their chatter. The same as always-- and there is a coziness in familiarity no matter how boring. "Do ya get homesick? Doesn't it get lonely..?" As much as he yearned for something different, there are equal parts apprehension in the idea of any existence but this.

If he's surprised by the lack of safe havens nearby, Avem doesn't show it. It's moreso tragic, emphasized by the kinder of his current company. "Hard to upkeep when hardly anyone is around to use it. I understand." It wasn't like the dead were offended by the change of seasons.

Unfortunately, the skeletal remains of old buildings were common in less populated places like this, only supports and the patchy ground they once occupied any evidence of their existence. They... also attracted less desirable things that took more notice than those in the cities. Here, it almost felt like stepping back in time, skyscrapers and densely packed housing a thing of daydreams, their peaks far over the horizon.

Mobius was like that, somehow blending modern and ancient architecture like both were a fact of life. It was no surprise that both the famous Doctor and G.U.N. took great interest in those things, and the cities they built mirroring them, though it could equally be said there was no safety in digging into the supernatural. He knew that better than anyone.

"I'm used to it." Water flecked to the groud, gathering at the edges of their man-made cover. As if to prove that fact, he withdrew a second folded cube from his bag, shaking it open to reveal a small cot. The dragon perched himself on it, legs crossing before patting the open space next to him for Sable. "That's the kind of thing I'd have to be prepared for, wards only work for the smaller things." The wildlife, the weather, or the entities? ...Yes.

'Eve' takes a bite of his own food, a bundle of cinnamon bread he'd picked up from a prior town. "Have you heard of the country of Soleana? That was my last destination." A few days travel from here, at the coastline. He chews thoughtfully, scythe tail swaying gently over the grass, tapping the ground occasionally. "Their city was old, lots of individuals like you guys would appear after nightfall." Not all were friendly, but that was the way of things.

"It's gotten bigger over the last few centuries, but... Think tall white buildings, and wide aquaducts instead of streets... It's quite pretty at sunrise." Avem watches the souls swirl underfoot, a gentle smile aimed towards the smaller ones. "Their princess spoke of trying to expand into the sky, using new technology to help the buildings stay aloft. I saw a test island. The bottom had some sort of blue-purple flame that made the buildings below glow at night."

"The cider you're drinking came from a little outdoor market there. I'd imagine the rim of the bottle still tastes a little like sea salt."

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OC ask meme (or you can just fill it all out yourself for fun…not that I do that or anything)

works for either fantasy or modern settings…tbh mostly just the things I want to be asked about my own ocs

1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

3. What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

6. How did you choose your OC’s name?

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

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[[Me: I'll just put these guys on the test muse list...

Also me the last several days: SONIC AU GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

anyways everyone say thank u to Cris bc she drew my boys (x)]]

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"Hmm..." A thoughtful hum, as the decidedly more friendly of the siblings looks to his brother. "There isn't much that passes for shelter nearby." Perhaps because a certain ghost story kept the locals from building anything too far outside of town. His long tail sways, growing more fragmented and wispy as the sun fades.

Idly, he offers some of the spiced meats to Grim before continuing. "...most of the buildings that were once here are... well..." a tired smile. Taking a few steps closer, Sable leans, head tilting inquisitively at the canopy. "This thing is probably more sturdy." A tap at the nearest pole. "...not that it'd help ya much out there." In an ancient place like this, they were far from the only creatures in the dark.

"Guess you're smarter than ya look," Grim speculates, before taking a hunk out of his newly acquired snack. "Eve, was it?" His newly color shifted eyes finally leave the stranger, red gazing through the silhouette of countless trees. Once more returning to duty, albeit with one more sheep in his flock. "We don't get much in the way of news out here..." and the twins wouldn't be the only ones eager to hear of the world beyond.

They exchange looks, but a nod from Grim signals approval. "Behave yourself, an' you can stay." The other spirits are already pooling beneath the dragon's feet, mirroring the swirl of clouds overhead. The first drops of rain seem to wash away any remaining tension from the guardians, who each settle close by the temporary structure.

Uncorking the bottle in hand, the brighter shadow speaks again. "You must travel a lot, bein' comfortable with us." He's unable to contain the wag of his tail when the scent of fruit hits his muzzle. A deep inhale, savoring, before he takes a sip. "You can call me Sable, by the way."

Eye contact is kept, though he can clearly see the link wrapped around the canine's wrists from the corner of his vision. Bound here, then...? The clearing they occupy hardly betrays why; only grass and patches of flowers remained. They touch, and it is confirmed-- the twins were long dead, crossing into the boundary that confused spirits with fae.

...But ghosts, they still were.

Lightning cracks in the distance, seemingly notated by the twins' acknowledgement. Where most would find the incoming onslaught inconvenient, what ends up forming on the traveller's muzzle is a simple acceptance, clear familiarity of knowing when a storm couldn't be beat. "I think... That is a risk I'll have to take, unless you know of any other safe havens besides your own."

Granted access, the dragon steps over the border. Instantly, he can feel the souls these two watched over, tumbling in and though him with a rush of-- apprehension, excitement, curiosity, eagerness, wariness, pleasantries. Avem's spines shudder again, suppressed only by the folding of his wings.

Large ears perk as the first few drops of rain speckle his muzzle. As the sky darkens, he watches the shift of the barghests' eyes, green to deep red. Ah. That explained the rumors. He doesn't feel threatened, and continues to speak, reaching back into his bag to withdraw a foldable canopy.

"If there isn't, then I don't mind trading your care for stories of my travels." It pops open, wide enough to shelter two, to make up for his wingspan. "I realize I'm probably not going to get far in this weather, and I don't wish to be food for the restless out there."

Did it mean he was safer with them? Maybe, maybe not.

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EM waves? Fascinating! That's definitely a first, and Alexander struggles not to immediately start pelting the boy with questions. While it's unheard of in his own home, it sounds as though it's quite the loaded topic here. The sort that is best not to draw attention to, unfortunately.

I can only imagine what grief that's caused you.

So for once, not so much as a note is jotted down. Knowing all too much how it feels to be studied, side-eyed, othered... Alex adjusts the messenger bag he'd been collecting samples in, snaps securing. This change in topic is one that he's been anticipating since the conversation began, now a welcome chance to deflect from the discomfort settling over his companion.

"Was wondering when you'd ask," everyone always does, but for once it's a welcome distraction. A cheeky smile is shot Pat's way, as he approaches the EM human's right side. His other half begins shifting back to human, quite used to the discomfort by now.

"How to explain..?" A thoughtful hum from the first, as the second joins them on the left. "In my case," they each hold up an index finger, speaking together now. "Two is actually one." A playful smile is mirrored between them-- him.

"Long story-- lots of magical mishaps-- but all you need to know is we is actually me." Simple enough, right? "Most people get really uncomfortable with that concept. So instead of calling me Alexander, the call me" the one who'd been human the whole time gestures to himself with a thumb. "Alex, and me," the no-longer canine one does the same. "...Xander. It sounds more complicated than it is, promise."

"Maybe that's true. It feels like magic sometimes." Pat chuckled a bit.

He still hesitates in speaking, like he's not sure how much he should be saying. "...Yeah. Human. Right now I'm... made of EM waves. I don't need to do it, but..." But what? Why did he feel so compelled to keep doing this? There were a few reasons, but none of them felt right to say. He approaches a bunch of flowers and carefully slides a finger of his 'regular' hand across the petals.

"There's people that want to keep their eyes on 'EM humans'," he added, his tone betraying his distaste. Something flashed in his eyes, a tense feeling he was trying to ignore. "I can avoid them easier like this. I was worried for a sec you guys were something like that..."

Desperate to not make things about himself, he continued quickly, "But since you're not, I'm kinda curious. Are you two, like...?" What was the right word for this? "...Bonded, somehow?"

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send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future. send “◀️◀️” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.

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Send in a '🎊' and my muse will take something out of their current / usual inventory and describe it!

example: Mario takes out a Super Mushroom in his inventory and explains that he always keeps one on him to use if he's in a pinch.

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"That so?" There is some doubt in Grim's voice, the elder twin's gaze keenly fixed on the stranger calling himself Eve. A distant roar of thunder, some miles off yet, seems to corroborate the traveler's story. Skeptical as he is, he cannot argue the validity of that claim. Cutting a path through rather than around the forest would have been a more effective route... an annoying reality.

Even as they speak, the skies are darkening, diminishing what precious daylight remains. Little time to spare, if they expect to be free of this nuisance before nightfall. For now, with the boundary uncrossed, they had no right to chase the dragon off. "You really think that..." Grim trails, the scent of foreign spices apparently piquing his interest. He starts to close the gap, curiosity having finally gotten the better of him as he settles just beside his brother.

"Intrudin'?" Surprise forms on Sable's face, before his expression falls away to something more neutral. "...So you already knew." He almost sounds disappointed. Less shocking in hindsight that Eve had spotted the signs. With the early approach of dusk it was inevitable, their forms always wavered more in the late hours.

How odd, that he preferred the presence of unknown spirits over braving the woods.

As the barghest skulks closer to inspect, his green eyes flick between the reptile's face, and the food. A rare but respectful gesture, one that Sable is more than willing to receive. Reaching out, his fingertips brush the unseen divide between them, spectral chains around his wrist flickering into view. His hand meets the stranger's, but briefly, as he accepts the makeshift bundle of goods. The air is momentarily charged as the deal is struck, but it appears they are willing to let him into their grounds.

"Time is easy for us to give," his soft expression returns, as he steps backwards to allow Eve room to pass. "...but you won't beat the storm if ya stay long."

Villagers were fickle, Avem could attest to that. Many a pitchfork and flame, prayers muttered and crosses raised as if the action would help. As if the Gods were ever on their side versus any other.

A clawed glove rises to cross over his chest to his heart, a universal greeting. "I'm a traveler. Most know me by Eve." Truly a wanderer by nature, as much as he'd been joking earlier. Equally a traveller should know better than to share their real name. "Following the scent on the wind, I was attempting to beat the rainfall." Thus his reason for being there at all. They knew better than him of the storm on the horizon, they who were of the thunder and brimstone.

Shuddering currents like little hands reaching up to brush his tail. All curiosity, he can feel the energy vibrating on the tips of his spines. Something new, something foreign. Hello, he wishes to say, but the dragon knows better that to speak without permission from the wards. The scythe-tip draws back slowly, falling to curl around his feet as he reaches behind himself to the saddle bag resting between his back and tail.

What is procured is a bundle of drink, and dried meats smelling of unfamiliar spices. "An offering, then. For intruding on your grounds." It was Avem who was the stranger there. "If they're to your liking, I have more, if you don't mind sharing your time."

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Starter requested by @themultiversebundle

...normally, someone else had to deal with the disorderly situations created by multiverse rifts. Unfortunately, it would seem that the displeasure fell on the DWN this time.

Metal is nothing if not... inconvenienced by it all. "........." His arms are crossed, a barrier between himself and the newcomer. Their armor was strange but... familiar, and he harbored no doubts they thought the same of him.

Only time would tell how ultimately unpleasant this little crossing of timelines would really be.

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OC ask meme (or you can just fill it all out yourself for fun…not that I do that or anything)

works for either fantasy or modern settings…tbh mostly just the things I want to be asked about my own ocs

1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

3. What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

6. How did you choose your OC’s name?

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

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Starter requested by @melodic-mayh3m !

"I know this isn't ideal but..." Xanti's smile is sheepish at his companion. "Look on the bright side! We're um, sight... seeing?" That is the most extremely positive way he could attempt to spin a little temporal displacement.

"It could be way worse!" Bargaining, he is bargaining.

A long. Annoyed. Sigh. "Sure... way worse." Vile isn't particularly hiding his skepticism. It could also be better-- as in still in their own world better. "Don't suppose you recognize any landmarks, Xan?"

Or is that being way too optimistic?

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A blink meets such a bizarre answer, now very apparent that the chattier twin expected... what exactly? Literally anything else. "Ah," his eyebrows raise beneath his bangs, an almost pleasant sort of vexation. While neither he nor Grim particularly appreciated being disturbed, there is an undoubtedly refreshing quality to the unexpectedness of this encounter.

Most of the local villagers saw them from a distance and fled, ever frightful of what lurks in the forest.

A cheeky grin flashes on Sable's muzzle. "Right, of course. No one gets lost in broad daylight." He springs to a standing position, his long wispy tail swaying behind him. The fringes of shadow brush over greenery, never quite catching on anything, more akin to a gentle breeze blowing to and fro. Likewise, there is an uncharacteristic lack of dirt clinging to the canine's form. He stretches his shoulders, before stepping closer to the draconic newcomer. "So then, what could your nose possibly be tracking way out here? Besides a cure for boredom."

The undercurrent almost ripples at the presence nearing, as if the spirits of the grove are twisting to observe something new. They are as waves, crashing against some intangible barrier where the plants grow too high. This is enough to prompt an inquisitive ear flick from Grim. Across the clearing, he too is slowly rising to his feet. He finally turns to their unwanted company, demeanor ever dour. "Probably only knows how t' track down trouble." A not so subtle warning.

Grim's arms cross, his own posture far less relaxed than that of his brother. There is a rigidness to him, even with the ethereal nothingness that eats away at the edges of his being. "I'd think real hard about turnin' back if I were you."

Gravel into grass crunching beneath his boots, the blades smearing green onto their iron toes. It is a slow walk, and a long one. Small-town patrons would only find their visitor as threatening as the spirits they feared, and still they pointed him in a direction. Whispers of barghest haunting the woods, and the superstitious warning all to keep their distance.

A clearing in the middle of the Deep Woods, they mumbled under baited breath, guarded by a pair with red eyes that tell of your doom. Oh yes, I've seen them. They don't leave survivors. It is best to tread lightly. That is their forest. Odd, for that was not necessarily the rules of fae. Odd, if they didn't leave survivors, then pray tell, how exactly the tale could be told at all? Well. Mortals loved to embellish the truth.

Bat-like ears twitch, taking in the sounds of the trees, and those within their canopy. Birds, insects, children playing near the entrance, too young to know the dangers of testing fate. Further ahead, rhythmic, slow tearing of stalks, too minute to be a tree felled. Rare traces of footfall.

Sure enough, a clearing. It is empty, simply an expanse where oak and redwood no longer grew for some reason or another. To the far edge there is one toppled tree, misshapen over years of use-- as a bench, likely. And two canids, their breed unrecognizable.

And here I was told their eyes would be red, not green. Avem's tail swishes, it's scythe shaped tip brushing the grass underfoot. "...No, I don't think so." He knows, immediately, that the two before him were hardly the only ones present. They lurked underfoot, restless.

The dragon's eyes fall to rest on the one who'd spoken out first. "Unless you could call wandering lost, then in which case, I would call it a matter of perspective. Following my nose, maybe?"

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Starter requested by @darckcarnival!

The dull scratch of pen on paper is soothing, even when the strokes are haphazard. Drawing by observation, 'people watching', is by this point a staple of Raziel's downtime. There is something charming in the mundane, be it the lives of humans, fae, or anything in between.

Still, even as he works, he rarely actually pays attention to what he's looking at. It's only as he finishes the round frame of one half of some purple spectacles that he's given any pause.

...just what is that woman doing?