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Heat of fire and the scent of spices and herbs filling the air. A lone figure bathed in the light that spilled in through handcrafted windows. Gently swaying side to side, she was focused on her work in front of a steaming pot of stew. A soft hum left her, rising and falling in any manner that was pleasent to her. The chirp of birds and chitter of critters outside supplied all the background she needed for her symphony. Small sips were the only detraction from her song. Each check bared a better flavor and closer it came to her standard of good which was nothing short of perfect. Through one of those tastes were interrupted by a hardened head bumping against her leg. She didn’t miss a single beat, taking a quick couple steps to pull a parchment wrapped gift from cold storage. Excited wagging, little huffs and happy chirping came round as she opened up the parchment to reveal a lovely smelling piece of cheese. With wooden ladle still in hand she used her free one to cut a nice chunk off. Eager and excited, Beiste bobbed his head and stamped his feat on the ground. Masha held the piece out to him, a soft smile crossed her face as he snagged the piece and darted off. Back she went to her stew, humming away but not before taking a little piece of cheese for herself.

-- excerpt: Mrs. Forge art: Mr. Forge (@inky-romeo)

How does your OC sing?

Do they make grand performances, or quiet whispered lyrics under their breath? Do they make up words as they go or memorize the lyrics to all their favorite songs? Do they only sing at home? Only at the store? Does it bring them comfort, or is it just for fun?

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wife (Wyrm | writer) and partner ( Meo | artist | @inky-romeo) building a little universe together!

Everything posted to this blog is canon unless tagged otherwise! AU or silly little side non-canon things will pretty much always be posted to @inky-romeo.

not sure what else we should post here lol

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Through a door, locked behind and a bright red light dissuading visitors. A workshop of fuels, oxidizers, colors and a pair of speakers. Static-less and confident she plugged her phone in and set her play list in motion. Moving in beat she approached her work station, on came the light and last night’s project displayed before her. “Oh, my weary soul.“ She rattled off line in her raspy voice as she ran her hand over a few of the charges. “We've met your kind before.“ Jean’s work would then begin, filling, packing and arranging the rest of what was deemed necessary by her. The rhythm the song gave was one just fast enough for her. Whole body and tail swaying as she sang in tune and time. “Set fire to us all.” The picture forming in her mind of what exactly her new masterpiece would look like painting the night sky in bright bursts and streaks of color. “And oh sweet providence.” She was in her element, all other thoughts and concerns were burned away leaving just her focus and creativity to run free. “Come save us from ourselves.” Tying away fuses, wrapping potential bombs in paper like she was wrapping gifts. “From hell and consequence!” she recited every line with a fire in her chest, a passion only equal to her work as she built a bouquet of fireworks.

-- excerpt: Mrs. Forge art: Mr. Forge (@inky-romeo) lyrics: Providence by Poor Man's Poison

How does your OC sing?

Do they make grand performances, or quiet whispered lyrics under their breath? Do they make up words as they go or memorize the lyrics to all their favorite songs? Do they only sing at home? Only at the store? Does it bring them comfort, or is it just for fun?

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How does your OC sing?

Do they make grand performances, or quiet whispered lyrics under their breath? Do they make up words as they go or memorize the lyrics to all their favorite songs? Do they only sing at home? Only at the store? Does it bring them comfort, or is it just for fun?

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my wife  i kinda like her also she’s kind of a pervert :3c

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some sketches

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oh noooo I've gotten all caught up in my own ribbons, whatever will happen to me~ >:3c

art is by me

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First bit of writing for this blog inspired by the prompt.

Character's involved below.

A silent night, broken by a gasp and cold sweat as she sat up in bed with a wide eye. Breaths heaved from a tightened chest with arms clung around her waist. The bed rocked just a bit as ribbons slid around her. Maro and Romeo’s hands pressed to her back and shoulder as they attempt to assess what’s wrong through half asleep squints.

“Nightmare?” Maro asked.

With a nod and choked swallow “yeah,” She said with a tone as dry as her mouth. Romeo’s ribbons slowly pulled her nails out from her sides and soothed the tense joints, coaxing her into rubbing the fabric between her fingers.

“it stickin to ya?” Romeo asked as he rested his head on her shoulder.

“like molten sugar,” she replied, the images replayed through her head distantly but enough to keep her from breaking it’s hold as it became an abstract feeling of dread and numbness that distanced her from reality. She felt colder then both the bodies holding her, something under the skin that their touch just couldn’t warm. She kept her breaths measured and slow, staving off a spiral that she knew all too well. the quiet had other plans as it began to drag her further away, edges of her nightmare crept back in, Actions that never happened felt all too real words that were never said stung her ears.

Before it could overwhelm her. She began to hum the melody that was all too quiet in her head as she remembered it, beckoning it to grow louder and overtake the dreaded howl. Romeo and Maro hummed in response, gently encouraging her soft cry for help. Eventually the melody grew louder and allowed her to focus more upon it rather then the false ice clinging to her spine. Warmth flowed first like sap from a tree into her fingertips, then it spread along her body like a wild fire. Her breaths were soon no longer measured, but relaxed. She watched embers drift off her soot stained skin. Happy hums from both sides rung in her ears as they peppered her cheeks with kisses no matter how much she moved.

“you’re getting better,” Romeo said as he gave the back of her neck a soft scratch . Goosebumps ran down her back as an exhausted smile spread across her face.

“being in a different body helps...I think.” She replied to a pair of acknowledging hums before another wave of kisses was laid on her. She playfully fought back, fixating on the further distraction.

Romeo’s ribbons took up more and more space on her body as they slithered round and round. Maro wove his fingers between hers as she tried to push him off, securing her hand in his. The three of them became increasingly tangled up as they wrestled to keep her still. She was brought back down into a flustered, sleepy and happy mess of limbs and embers. Sleep came back quickly thankfully, quiet grumbles and hums filling between gentle I love you’s between the three of them.

Prompt 1960

I can’t shake this feeling of dreaming when I wake up