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pokemonranch · 3 months
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Here, hold this.
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Sure, w̵h̴a̷t̷ ̴i̴s̸ ̴t̵h̵i̴s̶ Ȍ̷̭Ȟ̴̨̟̐ ̷̯͌M̴̛̜̙̆Y̵̺͕̓ ̶̦͗A̶̗͖͋R̸̼̊͌ͅC̸͔̿̈́
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molabuddy · 6 months
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>you found the ?̙͙̝̼͒̀̚͟?̷͓̞̹͋?ͭ͐̂͏͈͈?̯͇̇̀̓̅͡?̾̌҉̝̘
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Fox: Yeah I like my job just fine. It's just I could use a break every now and then from the
ḧ̵́ͅo̶̙͒r̸̨̎r̵̯̿ò̵̱r̶͔̐s̸̡̆ḩ̶̡̨͇͈̦͉͚͈̪͕̮͈̮͙͓͔̦̤̲̜͉͎̮̮̙̫͈͈̲͍̞͎͙͉̱̹͋̽͊͂̃̋̔͋̍̋͊̋̀̍́̑͊̏̕͝ͅͅo̴̢̧̡̤͔̰̱̥͉͉͔̘̠̹̮̻̫͔͚͌͊͂̉̽͜͠r̸̨̧̧̜̫̟̘̫̣̺̝̰̮̤̞̙̼͖͇̮̰̼̰̰͔̫̯̪̰̫͎͓̣̜̫̤͖̈͐́͆̽̄̿͜ͅr̶̡̢̰̹̜̰̜̯͓̰̜̱̟̖̠͚̭͇͓͍̲̙̼̖̗̭̜̥͓̗̍́̊̓̍́͐̓̃̀̊̓̋̀̊͊̿̈́̀̓̉̓́̍̊̑̓͌͘̚͜͝͠͝ͅơ̷͙̫͔̰͎͖̰͓̖̜̯͉̫͎͍͍͎̞̥̻̖͍͇̬̰͙̳̠͖͓͔̪̝͋̈́̅͌̉̋̓̔̽̔̇̀̓̽̍͒͊̑̈́͐̈̌̾̔͊̎́͂͂̈́͘̚͜͝ͅͅr̶̨̙̞̰͖͉͈̣͎̗̞̼̖̮̯̙̖̯̣̱̩̭̤̳̬̯̽̓̈̑̀̓̔͆͛̅̍̀̓̚̚͜͠s̶̡̧̢̧̧̨̩̥͓͉͙͈̭͕̞͓̹̮̪̞͙̭̘̮̪̫̹̤̱̜̋̂͊̎̋̇̓̏͗̆̈́͗͒̂̉̊̾̄͌͂̉͛̂̿̉̑͐̆̕͘̚͘̕͜͝͝ ḧ̵́ͅo̶̙͒r̸̨̎r̵̯̿ò̵̱r̶͔̐s̸̡̆
beyond my comprehension. But what can you do?
The rest of the command squad: Hey quick question, vod. What the fuck?
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bellaaldamas · 6 months
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askuprisingrottmnt · 6 months
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AWGGGHHHH he's so adorableeeeee~
And he's not CRAZY LIKE MY LEO >:C
Now to keep this from Raph >.>
~Mikey
H̸̜̽̓Y̸̻͛̆̈L̷̼̮̔̏̇̕ ̴͉̦͘D̵͓̙̩͐͆̒͝Ĺ̴̗̺͖̄ ̵̡̯͖̈́̀̋͝Y̶̯̥͉͐̽́L̶̀͋̚ͅH̵͕͓̼͆̉͗̾S̸̩̏S̴͓͈͎̳͛̆̓͐F̶̦͉̬͐͊́̀͜ ̴͈̪̠̒̀͘͜͝S̵͙̩̹̀̀̃͝L̸͔͆̌͜À̸̝̮Á̵̢̝͇͔̓̄̚P̷̭͍̱̌̾ͅÙ̸̩̾̈́N̸̤̮̾ ̷̧̹͍̬̿̏͊͂A̵̠͕̍̽͗̄Ö̷̝̬͕̮́̏L̵̘̲̇T̸̟̟̾̽̚ ̸̣̺̙̻͒̓͐K̶̨̦̆̔̓̕V̷͎̅́̾̋ ̴̀͌͜͝A̸̢͚͌̑́̕O̷͉͍̍́P̵̳̣̬͊̀Z̵̞̈́̕͝?̶̲̮̮͆
W̸̙͗͂̄ę̴͈͙̃͌͌͝l̶̦̅̈́́l̶̯̈́̚,̵̧̱̺̯͒͑̀͐ ̷̡̣̈į̵̢̤͇̎ţ̵͑'̸̞̤͉̈́͐̑s̶͈̲͚̽̈̒̕ ̷̹͔͍́͗̄̿ͅP̵͙̬̄͋̈́̽ä̴̡͇̙́r̴̋̄̓ͅa̶̢̩̹͋͆̉d̶͇̫͈̤́͊̚̚ò̵̝͂̑x̷̡̠̥̳̅͐͌̆.̷̪̱̗̰̈͝.̴͓̓̍.̶̢̯̰̓̓
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purgatoryorbust · 1 year
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*John Doe voice* Arthur, listen to me. Arthur. Yes, the horrors are indescribable. But you've got to s̵̤̣̭͉̃̀ę̶̭̱̆͛̎͜r̶͔͕̞͋͛v̶̈͌̍͜e̶̡̢̅.
(based on)
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sleepdepravity · 10 months
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Summary:
Reality gets a little funky.
Excerpt:
Reigen ducked under the desk before the book could hit him, and it instead soared above his head and embedded itself in the wall. Behind Serizawa, Reigen jumped and looked around wildly for the person that had thrown the book.
“Hey, woah!” said the Reigen cringing behind the desk. “Careful! Are you trying to kill me?!”
“How did you get in,” Serizawa asked.
“I just unlocked the door!” A hand waved a set of ķ̴̙͛e̵̯̫̝̅y̵̺͈͔͆s̴̡̹̏̈ like a white flag.
Serizawa squinted. T̸̞̂h̸̪͘o̷̩̎s̸̡̒ĕ̸̤ looked like the right keys, but that was impossible. Reigen’s keys should have been buried somewhere in his apartment. Unless someone dug through the rubble while everybody was busy…? But no, the longer he stared, the more he was sure that there was something…wrong with ṫ̷͚h̴͈́e̵̎͜m̶̳̃. And, now that he was watching out for it, the same wrongness applied to the h̴̘͊̍̍̎à̷̰̣͕͌n̷̯̰̘͒̕ď̵͈͑̊͝ holding t̷̟͈̍̚h̴̢̰̲̆ë̸̱̦̻m̵̧͔̘̋͂̂ too.
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mileymint · 4 months
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So how did Ralsei become a glitch tech, how did the team realize that his goat is a Thinking person, and how did that come to be?
Ok Sorry for the late response but I think I've finally gathered the brain cells for this. I won't be making comics as of now, but I'll try to explain these things that have been resting in the back of my head the best I can.
Wall of text incoming.
So basically, the idea for the backstory is that a...not-so friendly glitch modder was starting to mod Deltarune, and tried to make the characters self aware, starting on Ralsei since he was already fairly aware. The modder was very skilled and knew what he was doing.
I think you know where this is headed.
The Techs found out about this modder, and the team went to go take him down, and it played fairly similarly to the scene where Five barged into Ridley's cave.
Except there were more people barging in, there were more glitches, and the modder wasn't a child.
Said modder released several of his "strongest" glitches to fend the techs off, and all hell broke loose.
Ralsei stands there confused, as his base programming says to help the humans (as Kris is the only human as of now in his game), while the unfinished modded code was telling him to fight the techs as commanded.
He eventually got himself together as his base programming definitely seemed like the best option.
The team each slowly noticed that this glitch was trying to help in fighting the glitches, and didn't really question it because the whole thing was too hectic.
After everything got sorted out and the modder...properly dealt with, they were left with a rather complicated situation.
Mitch, of course, wanted to zap him for the exp, but Five strongly disagreed since Ralsei seemed fairly docile and just helped them with a tricky situation.
After a while of bickering and arguing and confusion, they decided to just bring Ralsei back to the base and ask Phil what to do.
Ralsei was a glitch, but too self aware to be considered a companion pet.
Miko then had the bright idea of "Hey, what if he became like,, I glitchy glitch tech??" much to Mitch's annoyance. Ralsei agreed to this, because the only actual option here is to basically die.
So now he lives at the base. Under close monitoring. He is a glitch of questionable origin, after all.
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realantisepticeye · 1 year
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G̮̪͉̦̱̋̄͂̏̋O̲̠̓́̍̉͜Ḍ̨̨̰͇̦ͪ̓̐͡ ̷̬̖̖͎̦ͦ͆̂̈́́҉̡͏F̶̜̥̞̏̆͜U̸̵̫͎̼͍͐̑C̿̂̒̓̒Kͣ͐̂Į̵̷̸̢̰͇̱̥N̟̟̙̈͋G̵̡̛̩͓͆ͭ͟͞ ̸̴̛̙̖͂̌D̦͕ͥ͆̊̒̑A̴̵̧̟̪̟̲ͩ͗ͥM̧̛͓̬͚̈́́͝͡N̷͙̘̔̍Ȉ̫͙͋̂͗T̰͖̍̎̅̿̇!͈͕̲̬͎҉͡҉ ̘̱̳͖͏
Ǐ͞ ̷̓k͇̀e̢ͣe͖p̧͔͗ ̤c̯r͖a̸̝̾s͆͡h̆ì͈n͚͋́g̜ ̨ë̶v̆ȩ̟̓r͍͞ẏ̞t͢h̫̽i̶n̄͢g̴ ̼I ̑̀tou̫cḩ.̛ ͛f̡̾i͙̚͘r̓s̷͓ţ̯̔ ̟ṯ̢ḩe̢̒ ̛̇co̩͊m̥ṕ̣ú̞t͘e͉ͩṙ, ̧̩t͊h͎e͓͛̀n̴͎̅ ̷T̍V̡ͨ,͈̚ ̬҉a͟n͏ḓ̒ ̙̓n̐o͆͟w͋ ̽̀m̭y͕ ̄͢p͚ẖͦ͜oͫ͜n͢eͦ!͖
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lnsectica · 1 year
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nothing feels real anymore. nothing feels real a̴n̴y̶m̴o̷r̶e̶.̴ ̷ n̴o̷t̵h̴i̶n̶g̶ ̶f̴e̵e̴l̷s̸ ̷r̶e̷a̴l̸ ̴a̷n̵y̷m̵o̶r̵e̵.̵ n̴͈͋͝o̷̤̐͘ť̷͔̍͜h̴̨͍̽i̷̠̽n̷̪̿̈g̶̡̅͜ ̴͙̤̆̏f̶͕͎̄̚e̸̹̺͠ė̷̙͌l̸̗͔̓͛s̷̞̃ ̸͉̪̏ȓ̶̲ë̵̯́a̴͈̅l̴̘͝ ̸̙̓a̷̗͐̀ṉ̴͗̂y̸̯̓m̷̛̺͕̌ò̶̳̿r̵̡̓͆ẻ̵̩ͅ.̴̢̽ ̶̖̓̈́ ̸ ̶n̷̯̈ö̶̲́t̵̿͜h̷̩͠i̵̱̕n̶̙͝g̷̨͆ ̷̪̎f̶̱̏é̶̖ë̸͔́l̷̦̋s̷̩̾ ̴̮̉r̶̞̾e̴̩̓à̴͕l̸̖̃ ̸̉͜a̸̦͆ñ̸̠y̸͉͘ḿ̶͍ö̴̢́r̶̜̒e̷̫̊.̶̫͘ ̸̭̔n̷̥͝o̷̤̓t̷̛̻ḣ̴̭i̷̗͊n̶̢̈́g̶͔̿ ̷̻̈́f̸̧̌e̴̤͘e̸̥͘l̷͍̂s̵͕̀ ̵͇̄r̸̨̈e̴͎̕a̶͓͆l̷̜̆ ̴̡̛a̶̖͋n̴̞̆y̸̻͆m̷̜̃o̶̭͌r̶̬̓e̸͓͝.̵̻͒ ̷͋n̵̻̚o̶̝̽t̴̪̜͋̇ĥ̸̭͘i̶͙̚n̷̜̈́g̷͚̒ ̶̼͇̽f̶̣̋e̶͚̓̇e̵͓̋͛l̶̫̿̐s̶͙͉͑̓ ̸̭̀͘r̵̠̟͘e̶̥̙͝a̸̯͚͆͑l̴̗̐̎ ̶̱̗̓a̴̜̋̓n̷̞̒̕y̶̭̦̽̎m̵̙̎̆o̷̟̓r̵͖͇̀e̶̝̅ͅ.̸͚͝͠ ̵͎̃̈n̶͕͛o̶͉̫̔̓̽t̴̲̬͈́͐͑ḧ̴̨͔́͝i̸͖͒̄́n̶̺̭͚̈́̀g̴͎͊̀̏ ̴̯̰͛͒͗f̶̻̀̊̈́e̷͚̬͗̐̿ͅè̵͇̘l̵͍̏̃̃s̸̺͛̀ ̴̺̓̒r̷̨̯̟̉́é̸̡̟̼a̶͚͋́l̶͇͛̽̃ ̴͎̖͔̾a̷̹̟͗͂̇n̸̢̘̔y̷̠͝m̸͉̐ỏ̶̖̄͘r̶͚̈́̈͘e̶̻̹̬̓.̴̝̩̈́͜ ̸̗̩͚̈́ n̶̳͍̅̅͌o̴̦͂̏͊t̴̻͐̄̈́͝h̴̥̀ị̶̡̰͛̇̀̕ǹ̸̡̫̞̮̇̆͂g̷̗̽͝ ̶̢͉̼͐͜f̵̛͍͈̯͛è̴̤̐͘ę̴̱̋ḽ̴̜̽̀͘͜s̴̭̖̯͓̿ ̵͍͒͂͐̕r̶̪͙̰̭̓̂e̵͈̱̠̺̅̄͒̀a̸̼͓̟̩̾l̵̡̨̲̆̌ ̶͚̤͓̽ä̷̘̖́n̸̳͕͝y̴͇͐̑̀̚m̷̧̲̱̱͒͒ọ̶̾r̸̨̗̩̂̍̈ë̷͇͉̕.̸̥̳͚̀͗́ ̶̥̟̖͛̈́͝ͅn̶̲̫̞̍̈͝o̸̬̓t̷̨̍̈́̒́h̵͇̒̐̓̈́ỉ̶͕͛̔̓͝n̵͇̠͔̙̂g̸̼͆ ̷̡͙̖͓̍̏̈͘f̸̢̀̈́̑͝͠ḙ̵̐̌̓̕ȩ̸͚͓̪̀͒ļ̸̞͗̍͝s̵̤̎̃͠͠ ̴̧͕̗͉̽̊͆̚r̴̠̳̻͘é̷͉̱̹͒͌̽̚͜a̴̳̙̙͍͐̓͋̕ͅl̵͕͎̠̹͋̽̾ ̴̦̋̄͗͠ä̵͍̪́̏͊͜͝n̵̨̗̽͐y̶̤̮̎̓̽��͚m̴̩̼͇͂ȯ̷̜ȑ̷̬̟̂̔̔̾ë̸͎͖̑̚.̵̦̈́͑̾ ̸̲̄͌n̶̲̫̞̍̈͝o̸̬̓t̷̨̍̈́̒́h̵͇̒̐̓̈́ỉ̶͕͛̔̓͝n̵͇̠͔̙̂g̸̼͆ ̷̡͙̖͓̍̏̈͘f̸̢̀̈́̑͝͠ḙ̵̐̌̓̕ȩ̸͚͓̪̀͒ļ̸̞͗̍͝s̵̤̎̃͠͠ ̴̧͕̗͉̽̊͆̚r̴̠̳̻͘é̷͉̱̹͒͌̽̚͜a̴̳̙̙͍͐̓͋̕ͅl̵͕͎̠̹͋̽̾ ̴̦̋̄͗͠ä̵͍̪́̏͊͜͝n̵̨̗̽͐y̶̤̮͈͚̎̓̽m̴̩̼͇͂ȯ̷̜ȑ̷̬̟̂̔̔̾ë̸͎͖̑̚.̵̦̈́͑̾ ̸̲̄͌n̷͙͈̅́̎͊͠ͅo̷̪̜̱̦͍̓͆̚t̸͈̪̹̗͕̯̑͂̍̊̾͝ẖ̴͖͙̅͑̐i̴͓͈͗̎͂́͊̊n̴͖̻͍̈́͋ǵ̵̦̭̳̝̮̾͝ ̶̛̰̈́̀̀͛̾f̷͙̞̼̩̞͛̐́̚ͅę̸̮̠̃̐̀̚͝͝e̴͙͐̓̐l̸͈̂́͌́̏̚͜s̶̞͇̯̞̍̏͆̆̅ ̷̛̠̓͌̔̎͝r̶͙̖͈̍͑é̵̹̫͍͎͕̤̀͘a̵̻̫̯͔͖̿̍̑̂͒̊͜l̸̨̲̣̞̖̊̑͗̈́ ̸͕̟̳̟̩̕͜ǎ̴̦̘̖͖̬̹̓̋̚ǹ̶̡̤̯̈̔ẙ̷͙͈͓̾͂̔͑̓m̴̹̻̯͎̊͜ō̴͉͚͛̇r̸̪͕̠̦͌̑e̷͍̋̈̆̏͋͠.̶̗̀̅̚ ̸̤̓́̀̂͌n̷̡̢̨͕̳̗̲̮̎̌̂̇ơ̶̛̖͓̪̣̠̼̜̼͓̙̌̉́̓̌͐̒̈́̔̇̄́͛̉͛̉͋t̶̨̰̰͈͖͕̊̒̐͊̊̐̏͋h̴̛̲̮̞̆̎̌̏̉̐̈́̊͑͋͑̕͝i̴̢̨̺̞̗̫̭̺̱̫̜̲̰̿̐̊̍͗̾͊̿͜͝n̵̮͙͍͒̉͑̉g̷͖̱̘̜̝̠̻͙̺̾͛͂̒̓̈́͐̈̀͝ ̵̡̨̳̠̲̼̫̺̠̰̓̑̌̔̄̒̇̕̚͜f̷̟̫͓̳̯̍̽́̄͑̀̑̆͜ë̸̛̛̩͈̗́͐̿́͐͌̈̏̋͐̕͠e̵̢̛̛͎̩̳͖̗̎͑͊̈͠l̸̢̙̪̩̯͇͙̜̬̺͕̆̾̔̂̓̕͝s̷͕͕̻̉̒̈́̇ ̷̳̥͖̪̰͇̥̠͔͓̭͇̲̣̔͛͋̔̆̄͜͠r̶̛͙̮̟̫̱͖̘͈̪̘̮͛̎̋̐̓̔͠ͅe̸̠̗̖̙̱͍͈̯̭̫͕̪̮̩̳͍̦̔̌͂̋̈̈́̐͜͜a̴͈̺̠͇̯̮͉̫͎̓̊̓͋̿l̵̛͕̳̻̖͆ ̵̡̝̺̘̬̯̝̬̩͖̱̦̺̟̘̙͕̓̎̊̅̂͑̈́͋̋̎ͅa̶̛͓̞̥͓̮̻̜͌̽̊̃̈̂̇̍̆̍͊̆͘n̴̬̋͒̅̏̃̀̆͊͊̚y̸̨̧̨̺̣̻̪̬͕͚͈̜̖̰̑̔̀͋͗̓m̵̛̗͙̻̬̯̞̣͕̲̤̠͖̙̮͍̜̅͑̾̈́͂̀͆͜͜ö̶̧̻̮̘̺̘̙̞̬̲̪͓̞́̒̈́ͅͅr̷͖͎͇̙͓͇̺̭̓̑͛̌̂͛͗̅̈́̀̊̾͜͠é̸͇̥̣̰̞̘̗͊͆̏̊̂͋̀̆̕̕͝.̴̢̧̢̢͈̖̜͙͕̙͙̝͉͎̰̈̑̎̀͊ͅ ̷̢̜̙̖̠̮̣͍̤̤͎̣̣̱̲͠n̷̡̡̠̬͉̦̟̖̖͖͓̈̀̿̏́̀̓́̎͋̀̍̈́̾̀̊͐́̍̀́̚͘̚͝ơ̷̡̢̦̙͇͚̥̙̙͉̩͕̜̞̼̰̤̝̙̼̰͐͌̎̔̿͒̇͋̉́̀́̓̆̏̿̀͊̕͝͝ͅt̴̛̛̑͊͊̽̽̉̅̋̈́̀͛̀̅͑̑̂̀͘͘͜͜͠ͅh̵̢̛̭̪͎̲̱͔̙̦̣̮̗̹̮̞͚̮͔͔͉͇͎̒̉̾̅͐̿̆͐̏̽̆̉̈́̉̑͘͝͝ͅĩ̶͈͕̦̜̦͚̭̬̳̐͝n̶̢͓̺̬̖̮͕̙̭͇̞̘̾̆̓̒͗̈́̀̓̊̏̚͜͜͜ģ̷̨̢̛͇͓͇͚̺̜̭̙͕̦͔̻̼̞̯̦͔͕͙̰̜͔̖̔̃͆͂̓͋̈́̐̉̒̊̃̽̀̌̆̾̂̍̕͘͝͝͝͝͝ͅ ̴̫͉̪̹͈͈̪̱͍̯̟̦͍͚͕̻̤̖͇̦̮̱̇̓̏̄̀͑̎̉̍̑̓̅̈́̾̽̄̊̇̇̀̀͆̈̏͆͘͜͜͠͠f̴̢̧̢͙̖̬̣̝̹̙̟̑̓̍e̴̹̩̱̫͌̇̈́̑̑̉́̾̈́̋̿́̀͑̂͆͗̎̿̉͌̈͊̈́͌̕͠͝ě̴͇̙͕̥̝͇̥̜͚̬̝̇̽́̀̇͗̀̓̍̽̐͐̔͑͌̓̆̀͆͊̇̈̉̚͜͜͜͝͝͝l̷̡̡̢̛̥͖͎̳͔̥̜̣͉͛̔̈̓̎̊̋̇̑̈̀̆̎̀͗̈́͗̅̕͘͘̕͝͠ş̸͎̘͔̟͈̜̰̰̟̘͖̼̬̗͇̹̠̹̥͍͎͑̽̉̋̐́̃͑̎ ̶̝͉̰͕̍r̴̗̆̒͌̇̏̄͂͂̿̋̽͆̔͊͠͠͠ë̴̡̮͙̣̼́̾̐͗͌̆̑̃̃́̿̑̃̎̐́́̚̚͝á̷̤͍͖͈̰̜̪̳̳͓̫̟̔̌̅̽̿̚͜ͅļ̴̘͔̬̼̰͎̩̦̻͉͔̰͕̀͋͐̇̇̂̔̈́̒̌̾̀̊͆̊́́̐̍͋̕͘͝ ̸̛͇̱̣̳̱̲̤͇̘͔̝̥͔̟̽̌͛̆̒͊̃̇̾͋̉̀̔̆͑͛̏̂̓̃̄̾̚̚͝ͅà̴̡̡̢̳̱̥̱̺̫̣̣̹͂̈́̐̓̈́͛̎͌̃̊̆͂͋̒̒̾̃̎̉̚͠͠͝n̸̢̪̲͇͎̟̼͉͕͈̪̮̮͇̞̲̩͔̼̖͉͆̐̌̓̓̓́̊͂̈́͂͑̅͆̄̾̆̍́͂̕͜͜y̵̡̛̗̟̥̺͇̰͙͈̰̋͂̈́͋̓̌́̂̍͑́͋̈́̍̇͐̆́͂͑͑͒̀̕̚͠͝m̴̟̖̘̖̺̻̩̗̤̬̅̆̈́̐̑̀̍̎͛̐̑̐̎̎̈́͂͗̔̉͌̀̔̅̕͘͜ò̸̧̡̹͓̪̼̝͈̜̠̙͖̳̌͐͑̀͑̏̑̋̈́͆̂͒̾̊͆̏̉̂̅̏͛͌̀͠͝͝͠r̸̢̛͙͎̬̮͔͓̣̓́͂͌̈́̑̉͝ė̶͙̥̹͎̖̻̝͙̜͎͉̃̈́͑̀̾̀͗̋͂̆͂͊̎͑̉͊̓̅͑͘͠͝͝.̷̨͔͈̙̜͈̫̫̱̄̋̃̓͆͘͠ ̵̨̡̡̩̥̦͎̝̗̗͕̟̱̜̦̮̗͕̗͇́̇̑̕͜͜ ņ̶̯̫̰̱̥͈͕͚̯̱͔̣̥͕̤̜̜̭̪̫̱̩̖̞̤̜̹̂͂̈͛̓̋͂͆̓̿̍̉̚̕͝ȯ̸̡̝̱̦̦͎̰͍̺̤̜̫̗͈͖̹̳̭̙̠̣̯̬̣̮̱̹̘̤͂̌̔͜ṫ̶̛̬̘̣̣̜̣͔̬̬̬̄̆̀̃̊͐͒̅̋̑̅̑̄́̑͝ḩ̸̢̟̙̭̠͍̜̗͉̝̱̼̰̥͌͋̅̈́͛̔̀͛̔̿͐͛̔̂͑͊̇̇̈̋̈͛̍̽̕̚͝͝͝͝ͅi̸̧̡̨̢̛̹͚̪̟͍̬͇͔̝̭̟̳̖̣͇͎̫̤̞̦͖̙͛̍̃͜ͅn̵̢̡̧͉̻̯̤͔̪̪͕̻͔͚͍͍̤̑̊͐͆̐̓̽̓̾͜g̶̞̝͛̈́̍͑̑̃̒͋͜͜ ̶̧̛̩̹̼̙̾͗̋́͜f̵̙̦͈͓̗̪̮͚̹̣̙̏̆̾̂̓̈́̓͜e̴̛̖͖͔̜̝̿͑͒̓̅͛̀̽̈́̑́͑̉̌̎̑́̿̒̈̊̌͗̅̕̕͝͝ͅe̶̡̨͔͉̫̭͇̻͚̱͙̜̱͎̮͍͇̱̩̫͔̺̯͚̭̽̈́͐̐̾͝l̵̡̪͖͙͖̠̲̜͖̱̲̪͉̮̠̞͐̒̑̈́̈́̽̇́͜͝ş̴̨̢̳̜͔̩̻͈̟̼̟̺̳͍͖̙̻͚̜̺̺̝̗̞͈͗̑̄̒͒̅̈́͛͘̚̚ͅ ̷̢̛̝͇̺̩͇̜̩̙͔̖̟̤͇̳̥̱̐̾͊̂̎̒̓̑̊̋̄͛́́̌̄̀̕͠͝͝r̶̛͇͙̀́̏̓̌̓̀̀̏̏͛̾̇̃͛̃̏̆͛̆͗͂̃̕͘̚e̶̼̬͂̎̈́̊́͆̏͐̔̌̓͆̆̃͘̕͝͝a̴̧̧̨͉̯͕͙̣̤͓̦̯̖̟̥͋͊͛͐ͅͅl̴̨̢̛̯̙̦̭͔̝͈̰͙̈̓̊̀̿̿͂͋̌̔̈́̾̾͝ ̴̢͔̭̬̺͈̬̯̩̫̙̅̔̽́̈́̓̽́̆̒̐ͅa̵̧̲͉̜͙͈̹͔̜̤̞͙̥͑̑͗̏́̿̀̆̌͊͐͐̂̌̏͌̆́̈̃͑̾̍̔̕͜͝͝n̵̡̨̡̻̼̝͔̙̮̘̯̻̖̟͉̮̜̞͖͉̰͖̦̭͓̤̗͉̏̆͂́͌̃́̓̇̔̾̀̄̂̾̕ͅy̶̡̢̧̩͇̟̣̪̤̦̱̗͍̖̯̖̤̜͋͗̉̎̓́̃̑͌̍̋͆̌̆̀̐̇͊̽̌̈̒͋̔̔͊͐͘͜͠m̵̨͎̗̦̟̲͈͕̙̩̩̑̓̎̓̑o̵̡͙̱̜̭̗͔͐̽͐̏̆͛̊̉̔̉̔̽͛̈́̈̓͐̈́͝r̵̨̡̪̙̥̬̩̙̦̖̻̝̜̱͉̹̤̭̞̞̹̲̓̈́́͊̂̎͂͒͛̃̿̆̓͒̍͜͝ȩ̶̨̳͕̣̟̝͖̜̺̻͔̟̹̜̫̪̂́̓̋̆̊̈̒͑̈́͛̀͌̈́̿͊͛̐͆͊̿̚.̶̨̣̯̰̙͉͓̻̻̰̽̂̐̈́̀̏̾͝ ̶͚̼̜̦̞̥́͑̌͗͒̏͆̊́̍̚̚͜͝ͅņ̶̧̛̳̼̭̳̲̮̯͚̺͖͙̦̠͍͔̫̹̼̳̤̩̜̯̹̙̮̗̭͔͚̞̘͚̗͓̻̟̾͒̋͌̐͗̀́̇̊͛̄̽͊̈́̒͌̎́͛̿̇̓͐̆̌̃̂̕͝ͅͅo̴̢̢̨̧̧͔̭̠̲̩͓̘̱͔̝̞̜̪̮̠͓͔̠̬̜̯̳̯̬̱͓̘̤͎̍̓͛̆̈́͋̑͐͜ţ̶̧̛̼͙͉̞̮͖̰̥͎̩̫͕̹̟̙̻͎͖̺̲̥̪̗̜̘̮̲̰͎̦̻̱̯̜̟̱̤̻̳̩̤̺̤̞̗̫̳̋͛̅̈́̈́͂̀̽̾͊̏̏͐̌͌̀̓̏̑̐͌̈́̓̿̏̈͛́͆͒̂͊̔̒̄̆̏̐̔̔̌̈̍͘͘h̸̼̃̎̀̀͐͋̆́̇̌i̴̢̧͎̩̥͙͖͓̤͎̲͉̼͛̾̑̽̑͌͜n̸̡̡͈̼̪̠̣̳̠͉̮̗̞̤̗͉͙͎̈́͜͜ͅģ̵̮̣̅̃̀́̆̈́̔̆̃̏̍̐̎͘̚͠ ̶̛̛͉̞̲͙͎̮̰̪͇͕͉̺͍̺͙̻̯̺̝̝̬̪͚͎̭̪̖̦̻̞̦̜͆͌͗̉̉̔̉͋̏̒̀̀̄̎̉͒̍͐͑̉̽̾̀͂͂̿̌̈́̽̄̎͊̈̆̄̓̏̒̾̀̈́̕̕̚͘͜͝͝͝ͅf̴̧̛̬̣̮̙͉̣̘̟̲̭̫̈́̊̓̀̿̂̎͒̌͘͜e̸̡̺̫̣̭͚̦̣̖̲̰̳͆̔̅̋͌̈̊̎̆̀͆͘͜͜͝͠e̶͉̫̝͖͔͍̺͕̹͓͍̲̗̔̃̀̽̕͜ļ̸̢̦͓̣̜̠̦̪̖̗̭͚̰̹̍̂͐͑̊̈̽̆̔̈́͌̏͂̈́̓̆̚͝s̸̡̡̡̧̨̝̙̖̠͉͉̻̳̩̦̯̲̩͇̯̜͉̞̣͍̲̃̈́͌̓̋͗̽͊̉̏͗̑̔̈́̇̓̄̊̆̃̐͗̈͂͒̈́̀̎̕͝͝ͅͅ ̷͚͐̐̓̐͆̒̌͛̊̾͆͐̄̽̔͛͋͂̓̒͆̚͘͝r̸̢̢̨̧̛̛̮̙̥͔̭̲̜̻͉̜͎͓̮̮̟͙̞͇̖̮̬͙̫̰̮͚̝̺͍̤͇͕̭̠̼̗̻̓͂̐͌̄́̓͐͒͑̍̎͑͌̓̒́̈́̏̌͂́́̔̎̊͐̾́̀͂̀͊̾̀͑͆̅̈́͊̀͘͘͠ę̷̛̮̣͉͚̮̖̭̜͎̖̮̰̗͇͇̯̱̺͓̲̙͙͔̙͖̣͔͔̪̲̀̍͒͐̎̄̑͒̋͂̊̈́̌͛̏̆̄́̈́̊͆̽̊̅̅̈̑͛͛̍͛̓̋̆͆̊͑̊͒̏͐͘͘a̶̢̨̡̡͉̰͓̻͇̲͔͖̱̞̮͙̯͕̩̜̦̙̳̮̭͎̜̼̼̘̺͙̟̪͙̞̦͚͉̰̍͒̀͗̾͗͐̆͗͋́̍̏̌̿̈́̃͆̃̐̅͛̑͌̓̋̈́͑͛̀͑̑̚̚͘̚͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅͅļ̷̣̩̥̯̲͍͔̖̰̹̟̱̝̼̜̯͔̾̔̏̉̂̇̿̃͑̽̒̒̌͌̏̂́́̑̾͌̕͘͜͝͝ ̶̡̨̡̠̝̗̦̯̳̪̱͓̼̰̇͐̔̀̑̍̋̈́̎́̇̆ą̵̨͖̫̯̥̯͇̪̞͈̦̳̬͎̭̗̯̺͕̦͚̪̜͚̞̟̹̗̫̗̤̬͎̞̻͖̱̣̞̗̯̾̄̇ͅņ̴̢̟̠̺̪̫͖̺̩̫̠̅̓͂̍̄̀̕̕̚͝͝y̴̘͛̓̋̔̓̂̉̉̌̊̇̑̀̓͂͆͜͝͝͝m̶̧̖̖̮͎̺̖̲͇̀̆̐́͋͒̾̈́̉̓͋̃̎̋͂͐̐͒͂͛̐̉͐̈͂͌̊͋̃̚̚̚͠͠͝͝͝ȍ̵̗̓̅̓̈̊̈́̈́̈́ͅȓ̷̢̢̝̼̠̯̫̞͓͖̞͚̲͍̜͓̼̘̜͎̹͙̤̳̱̹̺̝̠̦̹͒̆̃̌̍̈́͑͛̍̏̈͊̐͂̃͌̚͘͘ͅẹ̴̛̞̝̊̄̃͊͗́̈͐̍̅́͛̑̆̿̽̓̄̈́́̉̀̊͌̌̀̔̆̕̚̕.̴̡̭̗̪̥̹͓͚̟͕͓͓̜̤̋̂́̉͒̀ͅͅ ̶̨̨̧̨̢̡̡̛̛̭̠̮̙̰̠̜̮͇̩͔̮͕͔̝̙͕̟͓̻̟̬̘̰͍̀́͌̽̄̉͛̉̆̓̎͂̂̉͗̀̋͛͗̏̇̐͒̏͆̇̿̊̽̀̉̐̚̕̚͘͠ͅ
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y̴̮̺͑ô̶̯̠͙̘̟͒̋̔u̶̯͂̌̕͘ ̶̜̯̝̞̓ͅt̷͎̣͌̏̆͌ḧ̷͍̜̊̑̚̚ó̴̠̳̥u̷̼͔̎ͅg̴̨̞̀̍̔h̶̢̫͌̈́͂͝ͅt̴͓͑ ̵̜̳̦̪̂̾͑́i̴̢͊̓͜͝ţ̸̺̺̊ ̴͚̏̈́̌̈́w̵̪̼͑̎̉͐͘a̷̦̠̦̅̄̆̑s̸̡̢̹͔͖̆̆̂͑ ̷͍̝̋̀o̷͕̠̘̔̈́͒͒v̶͇̰͖͜͝ẹ̷͆͑͠r̶̝̩̍̽͐̂
Chapter 162 - A Funeral for the Fallen, a Morality Crisis, and More Freshly Traumatized Apprentices for the Picking
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W̸̰͑h̸̻̀e̵͖͝n̶̼̔ ̸͉̈́w̴̟̅ė̶̫ ̴̛̠f̵̦͒ȋ̶̥r̶͉̈́s̴͇̚ṱ̵̚ ̷̟̍a̴͚̕r̷̥̃r̶̝̈́i̷̹̐v̷̟̚e̸̜͆d̸̞͒ ̶̧͂i̸̤͝n̷̡̽ ̶̬͒t̴̮̓h̴̭͠í̵̞s̴̱̋ ̷̡̈r̵͙̂ẽ̶̻g̵̖͒ḭ̵̐o̶̪͝n̸̗̕ ̷͖͌K̵̨͒e̶̞͐l̸̠͌d̶̩͘e̷̝͐o̷͓̓ ̶̇ͅa̸̦͒s̶͔͘s̶̰̅u̸̯͌ȓ̷̬ḙ̸̍d̷̠̑ ̷̤͌m̴͕̏é̶͜ ̶̮̐i̶̫͝ṱ̷̌ ̸̛̱ẇ̵̱a̶̱̽ṡ̴͜ ̷̜̆a̸̯͆n̶͖̐ ̵̤̄é̵͖x̵̥̕p̸̞̀e̸͈̔r̴̞̓t̵̝̉ ̶̜̑ỉ̴̹n̴͛ͅ ̴̳͛n̸̥̂a̴̱͌v̴͚̌ì̴͚g̶͈͝a̷̻̍t̴͉̂i̷͔̊o̵̬̽n̸͈̚ ̵̲̋á̶̤n̸̓͜d̷̺̾ ̸̼͘w̷̪͒o̷̘͋ú̵̫ḷ̶͌d̷̘̃ ̷͉͗g̷̟̚e̶͉̓t̸̳͒ ̵̦̂u̶̙͋s̷͕̚ ̸͙͝t̶͖̀o̵̦̿ ̸̝̇Ņ̶̔ă̴̞c̴̪̈́r̵͝ͅe̸̢͘ņ̵̏e̵͍̽ ̶̘̏i̵̝̚n̵͇̽ ̸̈͜‘̷̢̽n̵͈̈́o̶͚͘ ̵̝́t̴̹͒ḭ̶͠m̴͕̊e̶̺̋’̸̨̚.̴͖͒ ̷̨̽Ạ̷̈́n̴̬̒d̴̦͗ ̴͈͊y̴͈̅ẹ̸͒t̷͙͛.̷̹̈́
[an image of Pinwheel Forest, far off from any path or salient point. they are clearly, somehow, lost.]
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luna-ticart · 5 months
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Was tasked with combining some random animals with random monsters and these were the results! :)
From top to bottom: Grick + Alpaca, Vampire + Owl, and Djinn +Squirrel!
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fountainpenguin · 8 months
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"You pretty pups all over the city, I have your hearts and you have my pity..."
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New Dog's Life chapter today!
Chapter 3 - “Flicker (BigB)”
Read on AO3
Start from Chapter 1
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Having a reputation as a cheater and backs̵͙̞͙͊̋̄̇͆̑̚t̶̟̝͔̝͕̦̫͂͒͆͋̄͜ȃ̴̞̺̱̝̬́͂͗̐́̿̂̄̇̈̇̕͜͝͝bber doesn't do you many favors, ḙ̴̢̼͎̝̫̣̥̓͝͝ͅspecially whĕ̵̓̀̍̕̕͠͠ͅn this season assigns you a player to target right from the start. What's a coo̸̥͎͍̞͛͜ͅḵ̸̠̠̗͓̗̂̃͘í̴̛̖͇̿̊̅̅̅͗͜ĕ̵̓̀̍̕̕͠͠ͅ man to
What's a cookiĕ̵̓̀̍̕̕͠͠ͅ man
Whȃ̴̞̺̱̝̬́͂͗̐́̿̂̄̇̈̇̕͜͝͝t's
[You've be̴̢̗̰͠e̷̢͉̩̠̞̮̓̃́́͛͝n̴̠̥̎̒͠͝ disconn̴̡͑͋̉͌͑̈́̔̎̍́͘̚͘͝ẹ̷̭̠̲̹̘̈̑̾̓͊̕ͅcted from t̵̡̠͚̬̘͖͚̽̅͂͜h̶̲̼͔͂́͗̓͒͊͌̽̿͜͠e̷̢͉̩̠̞̮̓̃́́͛͝ server]
(First 1,000 words under the cut)
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Bigbst4tz2 - Player
Quarry: impulseSV
Hunter: Unknown
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BigB would not, by any stretch of the imagination, describe himself as “loving to kill zombies.” Who does? There’s something about their faces, man… Zombies generate with familiar faces and ragged clothes they pick from your memories, which makes them so, so much creepier than villagers are. Cleo’s okay. BigB doesn’t mind them so much… Just the random ones that generate looking like his undead friends. So he stands above the hole, hands locked behind his back, as Etho, Tango, and Ren yelp and tumble over themselves. They’re fighting a zombie spawner in the dark. The snarls are horrendous. No wonder spawn’s so loud; the thing was right under their feet.
“I’m open, I’m- I’m open,” he calls down, lifting his voice above Tango’s shrieking giggles (Etho’s practically in tears, almost doubled over laughing). BigB’s not sure why they’re laughing, but… Even if he doesn’t love wiping trace bits of rotten flesh off his sword, he can still help. Not sure how, but there’s gotta be something he can do. When there’s room to jump down. The ragtag trio (all of whom are zombies themselves now) are pulling each other down like crabs as they try to get up the stairs.
“Pleeeeeaaaase,” Etho whisper-wails from the darkness. “Someone throw a torch at me… No-o-o-o…” 
He’s laughing. They’re all laughing in that giggly way you do when you’re stressed out of your mind and just plain nervous about it. BigB takes one step down the stairs. The top of Etho’s spiky white hair is luminescent, reflecting Tango’s flaming curls like the moon reflects the sun. His gloved hands (fingers green; super creepy; Etho’s got zombie traits now) curl against the blocks above him. He tries to widen the gap so they can all squeeze through, but he’s too distracted by the zombie gnawing on his ankle to channel the right kind of energy. Yeah. So instead of digging up the block, Etho triggers a shower of loose dirt to tumble in his hair. Ren coughs, ducking out of the way. Zombie grunting noises bubble in the night. BigB grimaces. He’d like to help, but no one has coal and Cleo took their only torch.
He checks over his shoulder. In the distance, on the edge of the cliff overlooking the river, Scar and Bdubs are talking, heads bowed. Are they joining forces or something? Scar’s got his cloak hood up, hands gripping tight. The hood is white, but other than that, he’s dressed head to toe in different shades of green. In the dark, he almost blends in with the grass. Bdubs has his arms crossed, shaking his head over and over. He looks like he’s saying “No, no” a bunch of times, while Scar persists. Should he call them over? It might not do much good. From the sound of it, the problem down below is “not enough room to maneuver.” The last thing you want to do is throw more people in that hole. 
Inhale. BigB leans forward, gripping his knees. “I can’t- I can’t come down there, man. What can I do to help?”
“Dig the block!” Tango shouts, pressing at them from the back of the group. BigB can hear the repeated grunts of zombies falling backwards as Tango slashes at them. “Widen the gap!”
He didn’t craft a shovel. Should he? Maybe just a wooden one. BigB slaps his crafting table down again, throwing the sticks across its surface like he’s dealing cards. In a flash of white light, he’s got the shovel in hand. BigB shoves it in the dirt and braces his foot on the back. With one stomp, he slices through the dirt block. It plops down in a tiny cube, straight on Etho’s head.
“New sword!” Etho yells up, cupping his hands around his masked mouth. His eyes are darting; BigB can read him like a recipe book, mask or not. Etho won’t ditch his friends if he can help it. “Tango, Tango… Oh, I don’t know about this, man, oh-hoh… No-o-o… Why do we put ourselves in situations, Ren?”
“Because we’re professional Minecrafters, dude!”
“Hey, professional,” Tango snickers at him, “you’re about to get first death of the season by a zombie.”
That gets a chuckle out of Etho. BigB throws down a wooden sword, which Etho catches in a spin of his hand. “Oh, you will never live that down, Ren.”
“Says the ancient guy who’s all washed-up, right, right… He’d know.”
Etho catches BigB’s eyes and then rolls his. Turning back to the zombies, he draws his sword again. “Tango, my patience runs thick, but not thick enough, man… Leave that stuff in Limited Life where it belongs.”
BigB pushes his shovel through the dirt again, scooping up another block. Most of it tumbles off, reforming in a pick-up-able block that plops into Etho’s inventory, but a few brown dots and grass strands cling to the edge. A pink worm wiggles in the soil. He tilts it off in the grass. Down below, Tango, Ren, and Etho fling words at each other, ribbing playfully about how stupid it was to rush down to the spawner without a light source. It sounds like there are still five or six zombies bearing down on them. BigB chews his bottom lip, switching out the shovel for his sword. The spawner’s just a few blocks off the edge of bedrock spawn. A huge clutch of zombies probably built up while Grian was explaining the rules.
“I’m out, man, I’m out!” Etho calls, backing up the stairs. One boot slips; he catches himself on the wall with one hand. “Drop it like it’s lava, Ren! We gotta get outta here.”
“I’m with you!” That’s Tango. “I got buckets for days! Days!”
Etho turns, leaping up the stairs in a way that bashes his head on every block. Tango scrambles after him on all fours. Last is Ren, shouting “Farewell, my peeps! You’ve been a beautiful audience tonight!” before ducking out with a flourish. He slams a dirt block down at the bottom of the stairs, then leans back to wipe his forehead. BigB can see a little bit of “bone” poking through his rotting flesh. He takes a step sideways. This sends a trickle of dirt into the hole. Ren glances up at him. His smile breaks into a grin; his dog ears prick up. His little tail starts wagging.
“BigB, my man!”
Okay. Here we go.
BigB lifts his hand to wave, rolling a “Heeeeyyy!” off his tongue that can be interpreted as anything, really… “Ren! How are you? It’s been a while since we talked.”
“I am super, my friend; I’m really, really super.”
“Well, you look good, you know?”
“Thank you, dude; that’s so nice of you to say. I really appreciate that, actually.” His tail stills; Ren links his fingers and stretches them out in front of him, then tilts them up and over his head. “Did you see how many zombies we just took down in there? They were going for my feetsies, man! My poor, innocent feetsies!”
[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]
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foxglovesound · 1 year
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Madrone Lionsbane of Ř̴̟̮̳̮́̐̔̔͆̕̚ẻ̴̢͚̣̏͘͘d̷͖̯̜̤͇̲̝̃̔̃͌͌̔̔́̈́̆͛̅ť̴̡̻͉̜̯̤̬̪͈̰̓̉͝h̶̡̰̬̝̼̔͆̈͊͒͒̿̓̔̎́̚ͅȉ̵̡̢̘͔̞̤̯̫̻̼̤͔͌̾̑́̊̄̀͜c̵̻̺̦̀̽͊̔́̓̍͘̕k̵̮̩̪͇̯͓͕͔͈͙͕͊̈́̂̍̅͌̈̕͝ẹ̸̢͚͔̗̪̰͊̒̾̈̈́̇͗̈́̊͜͝͝t̶̠̼̠̲̽̔͛ ̴̪̱̳̣̥̖̒̓̿ͅḠ̵͖̓̈̏̒͑́̚͘͠r̴̨̛͚̪̬̱̳̃̀̔̿͗̂͆̎͝ǫ̴̨̻̬͈̗̺̊v̵̰̜͖̣̘͎͉͚̘͊͗̓ê̵̢̲͍̺̹̳̩̙̾̉
Name: Madrone Lionsbane Past Names: Red (kit name) Age: 37 months (3 years) Rank: Lieutenant (formerly); outlaw Identity & Pronouns: Molly, she/her Orientation: Lesbian
Family:
Cedar Lionsbane || mother, deceased
Alder Lionsbane || sister, Redthicket Grove general
Fennel || wife, Redthicket Grove medic
Residency: N/A
Accessories: A mistletoe earring, gifted by her wife upon their union ceremony; she was in line to inherit her mother’s accessories, but Alder took those
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