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HI! My laptop broke (the one I do all my artwork and work stuff on!) so I am going to be jumping the gun on upgrading to a desktop because, it’s what I’ve gotta do, unfortunately! It’s a hard drive issue!

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I will do OCs, anthros/furry, fanart, NSFW and SFW content! No mechs/vehicles/cars/robots (unless humanoid) please! 

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Ripple stopped shivering when they answered the question.She huffed,puffing her cheeks. Then after a minute, she unpuffed her pale cheeks with her hands. She thought for a moment to answer it. "Nonono! I’m fine! Just a bit…worried,Yup!Worried!"

Oh dear, she...

Ripple stared for a moment.

"Huh..."

So Crona hasn't gone outside much? Huh...weird. "Ok..." Then she got lost in confusion."silly Crona! No one is normal--and..." "What's a Meister?" She asked. Not exactly noticing their deep shivering breath or the shiver.

She then went around and kneeled down under the bed and quickly snatched a small wooden basket with colorful decoration. She open the small basket, which contained many different colorful and flavorful macaroons. She smiled at the sweet scent. A small paper attached to the top of the basket.

She glanced over a Crona. They said they haven't had much sweets? Then she wants to share...celebration would be nice.

Having an human friend is nice.

"My big brother told me that eating macaroons with friends make them taste better..." She beamed a little. "You should have some!" Then her face changed to determination. "Correction. You must have some!"

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     Ｃrona couldn't help but find themselves a bit startled by the command considering the fact that they were about to decline. They were unsure about the situation in general, every single worse case scenario popping into their head at once. However, they attempted to push past their insecurities, hesitantly reaching out and grabbing a macaroon.

         ❧━   ❝Th-Thank you...❞ they said quietly, watching Ripple to see if she would take one.

She stepped inside.  Feeling like it was her duty to figure out what had happened to the souls on the other side. She pecked in to the door with Soul behind her. 

" Two souls in one body?" She whispered to herself as the doors behind her closed. Soul tilted his head to the other. 

" He looks rather slim and funny." He said not totally sure what was up with them either. Though just rolling along with it seeing as that is what he does in things like this. 

" Who are you and what are you doing here?" She called to the other. Not noticing the beeping that came from under her jacket’s sleeve. :Something that she had been waiting on for a while. 

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Ｔhe adolescent blinked, watching the girl carefully. They could feel something moving in their arm, but now wasn't the time to check that. They could feel something stir in their blood along with a voice resonating through their mind. Lady Medusa, it appears that two others have arrived.

Ｔhe adolescent muttered under their breath, fearing that the two people might hear him, "Keep it down, Ragnarok! You need to be quiet now!"

Ｔhey couldn't help but feel a bit frightening. Who is this girl...? Why is she here? Oh no, I don't want to have to kill her... I don't know how to deal with girls yet...

Friendly reminder not to send me chain asks, and here’s why!

If you feel like shooting me a message, you’re more than free, but don’t send me a chain ask. I don’t like them. Please respect that.

Crona slowly reached up and began running their fingers through one of her pigtails, their drunken eyes trained on them with such focus and concentration. This was going to be such an awkward experience for them in the morning. Sober, the idea of them endlessly flirting with Maka like this would probably cause them to faint with embarrassment. Not to mention their soon-to-come ungodly fear of apple juice…

Their eyes suddenly flicked up to hers, simply sitting there watching her for a moment, “I like you. And your hair is soft.”

Her face going rather red at the comment that the other made. She blamed it on the fact that they were drunk. She let out a small laugh as their eyes came up to meet her’s. 

" Thanks, It’s my shampoo." She smiled She wasn’t totally sure how to deal with this side of Crona. As the thought passed threw her mind she laughed a little again. I don’t know how to deal with it? I sound like Crona. 

"  I do hope you like me, I mean we are friends after all.” She smiled. 

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         ❧━   ❝I dunno…❞ the meister said, their slurred voice trailing off, ❧━   ❝For some reason, it feels like it’s a lot more than friend-liking, though…❞

     Ｔhey continued gently playing with her hair, a small smile pulling at their lips before they giggled quietly. They carefully untangled their fingers from her hair, allowing their hand to fall limply against the side of the couch. The adolescent then proceeded to carefully sit up, moving to walk towards the grigori’s kitchen. Their blurred mind was only able to process one thing at a time in this state, and unfortunately enough, they knew what they wanted.

         ❧━   ❝So, where’s your apple juice…?! You said you had some, ri━❞ they asked, their voice cut off as they fell face first on to the carpet.

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      Ｃrona looked around, blinking at the empty sand dunes, ❧━   ❝Uhh… I… I don’t see a stick…❞

      Ｔhey suddenly felt something burst from their spine, forming into their weapon. Ragnarok slammed his fist down on the child’s head, growling with irritation at the sight. He then pushed the adolescent’s head down, grabbing on to the reaper’s arms.

          ❧━   ❝WAS IT REALLY THAT DIFFICULT FOR YOUR MIND TO PROCESS THAT YOU COULD PULL HIM OUT OF THE SAND, YOU IDIOT?!❞ the weapon squawked, harshly yanking Kid from the ground.

      Ｃrona watched as he sailed over their head, landing head-first in the sand behind them and began sinking in. They blinked as they tried to process what was going on. Ragnarok was laughing to hard at the reaper’s legs flailing about above the sand to help again.

          ❧━   ❝L-Look, Ragnarok… the ground must be really hungry today…❞ they said all too calmly.

   ;;☠;;-

      Nyoom. And there he goes. Apparently the pink haired one had the strength of four Black*Star’s, and had sent him sailing through the air like a death damn reaper-plane. And just as he thought he was somewhat saved- PLUNK. He’s simply landed head-first into even more quick sand- which, at first, of course he thought was normal sand and begun attempting to work his way out, only to find he was slowly being dragged down at a rather quick rate. "MMPMHPMHPHPHM!",his words were clearly muffled due to the sand surrounding his head (And ew, sand got in his mouth, gross!), as the reaper began to flail about. Now, before, he had enough sense that he knew flailing and struggling about like this would only make him sink faster, all common sense kind flies out the window when your stuck head-first in quick sand.  His rate of flailing increases further when he begins sinking more- except now he’s attempting to use his hands to get himself out again and that’s only going to end badly, as said hands are rather close to getting stuck in the sinking sand just like his head (and neck, for that matter). This was most certainly not how the reaper thought this mission was going to go.

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         ❧━   ❝O-Oh dear...❞ the meister said quietly as they watched him, raising their voice a bit, ❧━   ❝Okay, Kid...! I... I'm going to pull you out of the ground now, okay...?❞

     Ｔhey carefully edged themselves over to him grabbing onto his feet and giving him a tug. Goodness... He's really lodged in here, huh? Their weapon was flopped over backwards, his face turning red due to lack of breath. His wheezing laughter only seemed to mock the situation in its entirety.

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         ❧━   ❝K-Kid… I don’t know if this was part of the mission… Why is the ground eating you?❞ the adolescent whimpered, silver eyes watching as the reaper sunk into the ground, ❧━   ❝I-I’m kinda scared… Is our mission down there or something? I don’t know how to deal with Egypt. Kid, what do we do?!❞

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        “Crona, I assure you it’s okay, The ground is not-” Well, it would be quite the lie to say the ground wasn’t eating the reaper. Thought it was much more like sucking him in rather than eating. In a rather futile attempt to free himself from his little prison, the reaper leaned forward, digging his fingers into the ground and- oh, wait.

That’s just more sand. What is he doing.

The reaper let out a much needed whine of slight confusion and frustration, turning to look towards his fellow meister,”Oh dear, um.. Crona, you are fairly taller then me, correct? Would you mind attempting to pull me out?”

But that would most likely lead to Crona either falling in with him, or the movement causing him to begin sinking faster. Either way it was a bit of a risky thing to do- “Unless, of course, you are able to find a stick or something else that could assist me here?”

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      Ｃrona looked around, blinking at the empty sand dunes, ❧━   ❝Uhh... I... I don't see a stick...❞

      Ｔhey suddenly felt something burst from their spine, forming into their weapon. Ragnarok slammed his fist down on the child's head, growling with irritation at the sight. He then pushed the adolescent's head down, grabbing on to the reaper's arms.

          ❧━   ❝WAS IT REALLY THAT DIFFICULT FOR YOUR MIND TO PROCESS THAT YOU COULD PULL HIM OUT OF THE SAND, YOU IDIOT?!❞ the weapon squawked, harshly yanking Kid from the ground.

      Ｃrona watched as he sailed over their head, landing head-first in the sand behind them and began sinking in. They blinked as they tried to process what was going on. Ragnarok was laughing to hard at the reaper's legs flailing about above the sand to help again.

          ❧━   ❝L-Look, Ragnarok... the ground must be really hungry today...❞ they said all too calmly.

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Շɦɼﻉคɗ ๓คɗกﻉรร: Day 2 (AU Starter): Immortal Exiles

The shifter shuddered, ❧━   ❝I-If… Okay… If I do, will you promise me that you won’t tell anyone that you saw me? I…If you promise, I’ll even fly you around a bit.❞

They were desperate to keep this whelp quiet. It would be horrible if all of their hard work to hide their identity went to waste. After all, they didn’t want to die. Crona took a deep breath, trying not to panic. This is bad. This is really, really bad.

❧━   ❝Wh-Where is your family?❞ they inquired.

" Promise." Came the young girl’s reply. Her pinky going up so that she and the dragon could make that promise. Her green eyes lighting up a little at the idea of flying around for a small while. 

When they ask where her family was she furrowed her brow trying to think. She wasn’t to care for by her father and mother. So they had most likely headed back home.

" Mama, and Papa live in death city!" She smiled.  

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     Ｃrona nodded a bit in response, hesitantly reaching out and wrapping their pinky finger around the young girl's. The shifter couldn't help but feel a bit perplexed. This wasn't usually a human's first reaction to seeing a dragon. Normally, it involved a lot of violence and screaming... but, they preferred this over such a confrontation.

     Ｔhey slowly crouched down, black wings ejecting from their back as their body began to twist and expand, black scales forming across spreading across their skin as their eyes flickered silver, their pupils expanding.

     Ｏnce they had fully transformed, the dragon laid down, stretching out its wing so that the child could climb up onto its back.

         ❧━   ❝I can only fly you to the side of town... once we get there, we need to walk, okay? I'll make sure that you get home safely...❞ the immortal said timidly, their voice somewhat raspy with their dragon vocal chords, ❧━   ❝All I ask in return is that you keep your promise... Th... There are a lot of people who don't really like dragons like me, so a lot of bad things are going to happen if they find out who I am...❞