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EVENT & TDM 024

WAKE UP

Where were you last? Do you remember falling asleep, thinking you’d wake up in your own home, your own bed?

When you open your eyes, the room you’re in doesn’t feel like your own. In fact, you’re almost certain you didn’t fall asleep here. You’re given only a short few moments to get your bearings before the door to that room opens, the doorknob jiggling as whoever is on the other side is unlocking it. Is it a library study room you’ve found yourself in, or an inn room that doesn’t belong to you? A home that isn’t yours? A business after-hours?

An unfortunate few of you may find yourself face-to-face with the real owners of these rooms, homes, and businesses — and surely they’re just as confused as you are. The lucky ones might instead find themselves being “rescued” from their sleeping states by a heavily scarred man with dreadlocks and an impossibly sunny demeanour.

“Mornin’, sunshine! Up and at ‘em!” he’ll say, hands on his hips and the door held open in a way that says he expects you to simply come follow him, whoever he is. “You ain’t where you’re supposed to be, but I’ll bail you out before the person who owns this place knocks your teeth out for trespassin’. It’ll be our little secret, ‘kay?”

TRANSPOREMATION

cw: body horror, monster transformations, fungal parasitism

As usual, Aldric’s Grove is something of a hot mess, and that’s especially true lately. Aside from random people popping into existence in various buildings, there’s a bit of a fungus problem lately. A wee little problem with cute little mushrooms. …a major, unignorable, horrendous problem with some very large, purplish-coloured mushrooms, fruiting on still-living trees and the forest floor. They look quite similar to meadow mushrooms, but far, far less harmless. While eating one won’t poison anybody too badly — aside from an episode of horrible stomach pain — stepping on them or touching them at all will cause them to shower you in a spray of spores, all of which suddenly curve around and cling onto you as if they have a mind of their own. Any attempt to remove them, to wash them off, to brush them away from your skin and clothes, only makes the spores cling more stubbornly. Soon, they’ve started to root under your skin, unable to be pulled out.

The resulting transformation is, for what little it’s worth, extremely swift. Perhaps you feel it, perhaps you don’t, but the spores leave you fundamentally changed no matter what.

Your bones lengthen and rearrange, grinding together underneath your muscle tissue. Snapping, creaking, where new joints form over the breaks. Wings rip through your back in a spray of blood and torn flesh, the wounds healing themselves over a short second later. You drop to the ground as your back legs become something foreign and new, toes bursting free of your shoes, claws digging into the soil as you writhe on the ground. Your spine elongates, the muscles in your neck tense and relax as it gets too long. The spores are deciding what to do with you, it seems, as extra eyes rapidly appear and disappear over your body alongside feathers and scales. Within the span of sixty seconds, it seems the mushrooms have come to a decision on what you should be, and the transformations it inflicts on you rapidfire begin evening out.

Whether that leaves you something wolflike, catlike, ghostly, chimeric, or otherwise… that seems to be up to the spores. Regardless, you’re no longer in your own skin. At least you’re still “you”, and at least you haven’t lost much more than your old form… right?

…

Well, not to worry. Try your luck stepping on the mushrooms again! This time, they might be kind enough to revert you back to normal… assuming they don’t turn you into a different type of creature instead.

TIME TREKS ON

For the foreseeable future, many people are “stuck” outside their normal bodies. It doesn’t mean that life in the Grove stops, however, as people flit from building to building — assuming their monster forms didn’t bar them off from entering most of them anyhow — and their daily routines continue. From the Church of the Golden Sun in the north of Aldric’s Grove emanates a lovely, warm light, inviting all who are loyal to the Goddesses within its halls and barring the Corrupted or those loyal to the Fallen Sun from entry. Describing it as a “church” may not entirely be accurate; instead of an altar, there sits a throne that automatically prevents anyone who isn’t the Goddess of the Sun from sitting on it (despite the fact she isn’t currently there). Instead of pews, the first room is a large combat arena, golden weapons hung up on the walls that are free to use if you need to spar. Thankfully, the doors are large enough to accommodate most monsters, though the halls in the back may not be sizeable enough for anyone over eight feet tall.

Within that church, the kilns in the back are fired up, pottery baking while animal spirits resembling lions and dogs mix paint with their paws. It’s difficult, being a little guy — help a critter out? You can paint a selection of finished pottery when you’re done, which they’d tell you if they could speak to you. If they bring you a flower-shaped plate or a vase in the shape of a tulip and a paintbrush, will you figure out what they mean? If you don’t, that’s not a problem, as they’ll nudge you toward the pottery wheels and get you clay to work with. When you make your own thing, they think you’ll be more willing to paint with them. Hope you brought your art hands, assuming you have any at all after those mushrooms got you.

In the opposite wing from the pottery room, the kitchen is going strong, the smells of freshly baked bread wafting down the hall. Here is where Ydalir is, the shadowy woman wearing silks who normally casts magic and sells items, who turns to you and extends a flour-covered palm. Come here! Let’s bake something together — it’s the least she feels she can do, since she can’t exactly eliminate the fungus problem. There’s a host of food sitting in the dining room nearby already, with Heimr and Renard setting the table, Heimr nitpicking the setup while Renard focuses too hard on decorating with garlands and candelabras.

If you can’t fit into the dining room for any reason, one of the three will bring you food. They’d hate to see you go hungry, after all.

IT NEVER ENDS

While the Guardians themselves are immune to the transformations — Moder is, in fact, eating the mushrooms when no one is nearby to get spore’d — it doesn’t mean they’re not enjoying the fact that some of you can now spend more time with them in ways you couldn’t before.

Those of you with wings or flight abilities are invited by Aurora and the newly-resurrected bone dragon Sehul to come flying. Though Sehul won’t land in the Grove (too many buildings too close together for a hundred-foot dragon to feel comfortable, you see), they’ll land on the seaside, and even invite you to race them there. They do have something of a body mass advantage, but when they eventually win, they’ll fairly concede that it doesn’t really count. Aurora, meanwhile, wants desperately to teach you to do a midair flip.

Those of you who find yourselves suddenly aquatic will be literally accosted by Callan, who swims up into the river for once only to wrap his tentacles around you and drag you off toward the lake with a watery laugh. He expects you to do the same to him in return, but the Guardian’s extreme strength might make it difficult. Worry not, because if no one comes to your rescue, Sinann will chide him until he lets go, and show you the nest the baby Seaborn have built at the deepest point in the river. You’re welcome to live with them for a while, if you want. Their pastime is singing, and they’d love to sing with you.

And to the folks with a sudden craving for plants, Moder will gladly show you where the best snacks are — her favourite trees to reach into, the best flowers to eat, a fragrant patch of wild herbs. She’s happy to stroll through the forest with you, calmer than her peers are. If you need a ride on her mossy back, she’ll accommodate, so long as you don’t mind her telling old tales of a world long gone.

The final Guardian, Zahliya, doesn’t seem too keen on playtime, and will simply perch in various locations throughout the Grove to keep watch, as he normally does. Gifts of food given his way are rejected for the time being. He has a job to do; why don’t you go play with everyone?

It’s a beautiful, sunny day. This world isn’t often peaceful and playful. You should take advantage of it before something horrible happens… you and everyone else here know the good mood can’t last too long.

Spark Notes

summary

WAKE UP: Welcome to the Grove! You've found yourself in someone else's home/business/room it seems. Good luck explaining this one, but maybe Renard will be in time to bail you out?
TRANSPOREMATION: The mushrooms in the woods will spray you with spore clouds if you're not careful, and then transform you into something else. After a potentially-painful transformation, you'll find yourself in a new, more monsterlike body for a while.
TIME TREKS ON: Despite the monster mash, Beiwe's church is going strong, providing an opportunity to get creative or cook some dinner. Ydalir, Heimr, and Renard are all happy to see you and invite you to a home-cooked meal. They'd probably appreciate help with the dining room decor, too.
IT NEVER ENDS: Despite the transformations, it seems like the Guardians are all super pumped to spend time with you guys in their own domains. Many of them will invite you and your friends to hang out, some more politely than others. It's peaceful for once, so why not take them up on that?

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i. spring sproing

[It doesn't take Ain very long to adjust to his new form. He'd chalk it up to his adaptability if asked. It doesn't take him long to realise that he's obnoxiously tall (eight feet, which means he can't fit into buildings) (he will figure out how to shift into a smaller faun form later) and that he has claws for back feet and tailfeathers instead of typical deer bits. He's not sure what this creature is — "Peryton" is not a word where he's from — so Ain mentally begins calling himself a weird deer and leaves it at that.

He finds that his jacket and shirt don't fit due to the size increase, though, so for now he's going shirtless (and unfortunately letting that nasty bisection scar from Suri show) and deer-hopping around the Grove. Spring sproing! There he goes, off into the woods and avoiding the mushrooms this time, narrowly avoiding clocking his huge antlers on every branch in the forest.

If you're with him, he'll suddenly stop and reach up into the trees to eat leaves. And if you stare at him at all...]

Wha—? [mouth full of leef, hold pls] —Oh, sorry. Did you want any?

ii. stuck :(

[As you walk past the watchtower bar, you'll hear the most sad, pathetic cry from many feet overhead.]

Help...

[If you look up, Ain is in his faun form and seems to have, uh, taken full advantage of the whole "goats can walk up walls" thing (he's not even a goat) (technically, anyway). He's clinging to the wall by his hooves, peacock tailfeathers rustled, ears drooping and eyes the size of saucers like a terrified kitten.]

Help...! How do I get down?

[Creature Brain™ seems to have forgotten some fundamentals about Ain: He can float on his magic. And also, his monster is by default equipped with tiny wings. He genuinely has no excuse for this, but...]

iii. monster clothes

Hiii it's Ain~ I'm taking rush orders for my normal fees due to everyone transforming :O If you need clothes to accommodate your new form or modifications to your existing clothes, please come find me in front of the tailor shop.

Sidebar: If anyone knows how to sew and wouldn't mind helping me out please do that ;_;

[Ain won't respond to further comments to him in the netbook, he's quite busy you see. If you choose to show up, he's loafed out on the grass in front of his shop, eating from the nearby wisterias as he sews. It seems like he's already made his own outfit, consisting of a taur-friendly halter top and caparison for his deerlike lower half. Everything in front of him now is something he's working on for others, and if the notebook laying next to him is anything to go by, there's quite a lot of orders to fill.

You can add to this workload. Or you can sit down and help him out if you feel up to the task.]

iv. wildcard

[holds my paws out]

( i. time treks on )

[ Oscar would love to help out in the kitchen right now. A little bit of stress baking would fix him right up. Emotionally, at least.

The issue is that he's a little, uh. Fuzzy right now. There's velvety smooth otter fur all down his arms and the backs of his hands, and covering his face, and on the little round ears just barely managing to poke up above his hair. Not to mention that he's still a little clumsy with the new claws at the tips of his fingers.

So, yeah. No baking for Oscar. He doesn't want to give anyone any snacks full of fur.

He's not completely excluded from the activities, though. Ydalir's just one teacher, and whenever she's too busy helping one person to help another, Oscar is there to step in with some advice instead. ]

... So if you mix some of the egg whites into the batter first, that makes it easier to fold in the rest without knocking all of the air out of them.

( ii. it never ends pt. 1 )

[ Oscar's not really the sort to let his guard down. He comes from a place where doing that is kind of dangerous. He's also gotten the impression that the Grove is similarly... whimsical... when it comes to safety.

But you can only be so prepared for tentacles to lunge up out of the water and grab hold of you, especially when you've never even met Callan before. Oscar, of course, tries to tear himself free. Mostly, he just succeeds at throwing himself at the ground with a genuinely panicked sounding scream. He claws desperately at the riverbank as he's dragged towards the river, trying to both slow the speed of his kidnapping and reach his cane.

He's not having much success at either task. Help a guy out? ]

( iii. it never ends pt. 2 )

[ Eventually, the misunderstanding with Callan gets cleared up, and Oscar is a lot more willing to get near and in the water. Turns out, being some sort of weird otter monster makes swimming even more refreshing than it usually is, and it's not hard to lose several hours at it when it's so easy.

He's not paying the most attention to the people that might also be near the river, however. He has a tendency to pop up next to the shore or stepping stones without a lot of warning. At least he always looks a little sheepish when he does! ]

Oh! Uh... Sorry about that.

A) Awooooo!! | The Grove | OPEN

[Something told Wolfwood not to go outside today. Or, maybe just skip going outside for a month altogether. Maybe if he did that, Things wouldn’t happen, right? Lol, lmao even.

It’s not that he was trying to check out the mushrooms or anything like that. He was literally just…outside, taking his dog on a walk because she’d been alone at the Grove for a solid month without her parents and they ABANDONED HER FOREVER etc. Angelina is older now, a proper young-adult lanky dog, and by now she knows better than to go out into the forest…but the mushrooms. They compelled her. And one too many instances of Wolfwood having to near chase after her into the spores was really all it took for him to get hit.

And, well…Suri thinks he’s pretty damn funny, because Wolfwood emerges from the edge of the woods with his clothing in complete (and I do mean complete, he’s going to need to find new clothing or get it repaired) tatters hanging off his body, essentially leaving him nude if it weren’t for the fact his body’s completely covered in dark black fur.

He’s changed into a Werewolf, a full-on wolfman, and he’s standing there with Angelina jumping around him excitedly like !?!?! dad? dad? dog????]

What. The fuck.

B) Put it on the lid. The lid. the lid. the- | The Inn (kitchen) | OPEN

[Does he have clothing on? Does he not? I’ll let you decide. Regardless, he’s in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich because what fucking else is he going to do, sit around complaining that he can see his big nose even more than he could before?

More to the point…he’s trying to eat so he can head off this unbearable craving for meat he has right now. Like, in a ravenously carnivorous way, and he doesn’t want to be that guy who runs into the forest and bites a deer’s ass compulsively. He’ll eat fish from the river before letting it come to that, if he can help it. But for now…sandwich. The Inn kitchen is preferable to the cabin solely because 1) his big wings have more room to not smack into things and 2) Angelina isn’t there, trying to jump up on and play with him.

Of course, this would be fine if he could get this jar of mayo open. Turns out, even with his more hand-like paws than you’d expect a Werewolf to have, gripping things is…a bit of a struggle. He tries and fails to open the jar for what feels like an hour, the curses he’s hissing becoming increasingly colorful until the jar slips from his hands altogether, he drops it straight on his one paw, and turns and just

grips the edge of the sink, thrusts his head into the sink, and screams at the top of his lungs into it.

He’s doing fine. But if he sees you staring, he’ll whip around with his ears pinned:]

What!?

C) Clipped Wings | The Church | OPEN

[Sometime later, Wolfwood goes to try (key word being try) to work on some of his usual chores at the Church, but as it turns out the pigeons aren’t too fond of his presence currently. Makes sense, he’s a wolf, so many of them flee the rafters for the temporary safety of the barn. Even the king pigeon has left him, bye. But this does mean Wolfwood is freed up to climb up the rickety stairs to the attic, and then further through the second story window onto the roof where the shingles still need some TLC.

He sighs as he leans against the steeple, arms folded with his tail swaying behind him. If he happens to see someone pass by down below, he’ll call out idly to you.]

Y’think I’d be able to fly if I jumped from here?

D) Closed to Ain

[Knock knock Ain are you home, Wolfwood is barging in anyway-

To the tailor shop, specifically, because he figures Ain will be there because Busy because EVERYONE is exploding right now. But it’s not to get his clothing fixed (please for the love of GOD put on a pair of pants), it’s because he’s holding Bartholomew between both hands underneath his Dachie armpits like a sack of potatoes, and when he does finally spot Ain at his work desk, he’ll thrust him forward. Mew’s back legs kindof swing in midair as he does this.]

Okay- What’s he done now?

[Mew is bigger! He is no longer small Dachie. He is corgi Dachie :)]

[OOC: Im sorgy I got lazy and didn’t put up OOC plotting this time, but if you’d like to plot something specific feel free to hit me up over DMs or in the discord!]

[Tragic, he called out to Flamebringer, who has been transformed into a particularly massive panther-taur and is meandering, currently. Like, your average panther in the wild is only 2-3ft tall, "big cat" but not "alarmingly enormous cat"... but it's Flamebringer, so of course just his panther half is about five feet high when he's standing on all fours. Of course it is.

This also means that Flamebringer has cat brain. Which means perching. Wolfwood just essentially pspspsps'd him, and there's a moment when he pauses, cat ears swivelling toward the sound of the werewolf-angel's voice... and then he bunches up his haunches and oh no Wolfwood better fucking move because Flamebringer is leaping up onto the roof, all five hundred pounds of Cat, and if he's not careful the Sarkaz-panther is going to tackle him into the shingles.]

Sure, but this isn't a very high jump... is it? Jump off something higher.

[He taunts, doing that Cat Cirling Thing before he flops down against the exact spot Wolfwood is probably trying to clean. Oi.]

[Thank God Ain is in faun form or he Would Not fit in his own shop right now. When Wolfwood enters, there are bolts of fabric literally hanging between his antlers (and seemingly stuck), thread caught in his tailfeathers and the fur on his legs. He has a pincushion glove on and so many pins and sewing needles jabbed into it that it's almost concerning.

He is Busy-Busy. And he expects that he'll continue to be for the forseeable future, especially when Wolfwood walks in totally naked. Ain, at least, has clothes on! He had to figure out how to put pants on with weird deer legs but still! Are you here to get clothes? Finally gonna cover your nuts— oh, no, seems like he's not.]

Oh! Mew-mew!! [tokyo—????] He got bigger! Hi, buddy, you're so long now!!

TRANSPOREMATION
(cw: painless body horror, monster transformation)

[The forest is a dangerous place. Min's more than aware of that. Which is why he's equipped with his magical mini-synth when he dares venture in there. He can't fight, but he can protect himself if he needs to, and surely that's good enough. Unfortunately creatures aren't the biggest threat today, and Min-Gi's completely unaware of what's about to happen as he steps right onto a mushroom. The spores that cloud around him cling, immune to his attempts to brush them away.

His legs give way bonelessly, and his skin itches on his face, neck, and beneath his shirt. Touching reveals fleshy whisker-like tendrils on his face, and flaps he daren't prod with too much force on the side of his neck. When he finally braves an attempt at standing he discovers another problem. He's completely unable to. There's something different, though he can't place what. He doesn't feel hurt, but his legs feel strange and no matter how hard he tries they won't cooperate. Turning onto his back so he can look down quickly reveals the reason, and he pales as he sets eyes on a silver and blue patterned fish tail. His pants are tangled around the caudal fin, while his shoes lie on the ground not far away.

He should maybe consider attempting to pull himself to the nearby river, but it's not a thought that occurs to him as he stares down at himself in shock. One hand hovers over the tail as though he's afraid to actually touch it.]

GREEN RIVER

[Once he adapts, Min finds he doesn't actually mind his new form that much. The river feels like home in a way he doesn't want to admit out loud, but even without saying anything he's visibly more relaxed than most who've met him might expect in general, let alone after being forced into being something so drastically different from his usual self.

Throughout the month of May he can be found there, having declined Callan's "invitation" with a little assistance from Sinann. Although it's pretty shallow for a merman his size, it's more than wide enough and he can be encountered in the deeper parts by any other aquatic monsters or anyone using the stepping stones.

Otherwise, he does still frequent the shore. He's built up an impressive collection of shells and rocks that he spends an unusual amount of time sorting into piles based on value.]

SUDDENLY SEABORN

[Although he can't exactly play his mini-synth while he's confined to the water, that hasn't kept him from his music. He spends a lot of time singing or humming with the baby Seaborn. In the day this is often near the shores or by the stepping stones rather than in the depths near their nest. Sometimes they're songs he knew back home, but there's just as much chance that he's working on the melodies for his and Ryan's own songs. His voice has acquired a strangely captivating quality that is far from unbreakable, but difficult to pull away from without actively attempting to. It instills a faint yearning for... something, though it's hard to place exactly what. Is it romantic, or simply the desire to be around him? It seems to vary, and times it's impossible to tell just what the feeling is.

Either way, while the Seaborn enjoy singing with him, they don't seem to be drawn to it in the same way other residents of the Grove are. Strange...]

WILDCARD

[ooc: You can find me on plurk at thlayli, or PM me if you have ideas for other threads!]

A) Mmm febrik | Anywhere | OPEN

[Although transformation in any capacity is undoubtedly jarring and a little uncomfortable, Sesa is far more accustomed to being ~Creature~ than a lot of people here. He has never been human, so becoming more…creaturey isn’t that big of a deal?

Well, it wasn’t going to be, until he spontaneously sprouts three new heads to deal with.

Having the head of a tiger over one shoulder, the head of a sheep over another, and the head of a snake rounding out the snake-body his tail has become is…unique, to say the least. Each seems to have their own personality somewhat divested from Sesa himself, although not completely. The tiger is more aggressive and aloof, the sheep a little skittish and pretty much always hungry, and the snake more curious than you’d think a snake would be. Which is to say…

As Sesa passes you, or is just in your vicinity for whatever reason, you might be accosted by growling, or a snake head poking into your sleeves like “hi :)”, or- probably the worst offender- a sheep trying to chew on your clothing or worse, hair. The Vouivre is of course immensely apologetic each time this happens, drawing away (and sometimes trying to pry one of the heads away in the process).]

Ah- I’m so sorry! Don’t mind them, they are a little…rambunctious.

B) Netbook | OPEN

I’m sure many of us are currently suffering the afflictions of these strange mushrooms, but I cannot help but be curious…

Has anyone tried to see what they taste like? If they are not poison, and half of us are already transformed as is, we may be wasting a rather fortuitous opportunity here.

C) I miss my wife tails | Closed to Elliot

[Since last month, Sesa has had something special he’d kept to himself until such a time that he could meet up with his spouse-to-be. He could have given this to him back in Neo Eden, he knows, but everything was a bit chaotic then…not that it isn’t. NOW, but somehow it feels a bit less so since this is more of a familiar chaos. Like sure, he has a Dolly for a head now, but what else is new?

Either way, he keeps something clutched protectively between his claws as he seeks Elliot out, and having not found him back home or at the cafe, he imagines he must be out and about. Makes sense, since the majority of them have changed and it’s just more comfortable to be where there’s more room to get around. Fortunately, he knows what to look for, and it isn’t long at all before he sees a familiarly shaped body coiled up in the branches of a nearby tree.]

There you are! I was almost beginning to worry.

[OOC: Im sorgy I got lazy and didn’t put up OOC plotting this time, but if you’d like to plot something specific feel free to hit me up over DMs or in the discord!]

A) Monster Madness | The Inn | OPEN

[As his guard ever so slowly lowers, and Till gets to know more people and grow a little more…he wouldn’t say comfortable, but accustomed? To the way things are here, it’s easier to see him out and about. He isn’t going out of his way to visit people, necessarily, but he also isn’t spending 90% of his days cooped up in his room at the Inn, either.

But just a few short days into the massive rise of the mushroom colonies, and Till…disappears. To the point where one wouldn’t be blamed if they’d assumed he’d just been swept back to his world, like many others before him.

But if that were true…would his old room door be closed? Would it be locked, his window from the inside equally barred up so as not to allow anyone to see in? One wonders. Any attempts to reach him via Netbook fall on deaf ears, and even people coming to his door won’t get a response…not unless they’re very.

VERY persistent.]

Go away! Just…leave me alone!

B) Big Cat(?) energy | The River | OPEN

[It takes…a LOT of convincing, and maybe a little bit of coaxing, perhaps even someone to talk him down from several panic attacks, but eventually it becomes clear just why Till is so freaked out.

He’s…the definition of a Creature, right now. He’s no singularly identifiable thing, but instead what seems to be a mix-up of a lot of different creatures. He has the bottom half of what might be a cat of some sort, but he’s majorly mottled dark and light blues with iridescent parts of him that glow in the dark. He’s a taur of sorts, with a sharp blade-like protrusion on the end of his new tail, alongside horn-like antennae that curl up from his scalp. He has both fur and smooth, almost gecko-like skin.

He’s…more alien than anything. And that’s what he hates the most.

He’s outside, now, but he doesn’t particularly want to be as he mopes by the river, one of his big paws kindof splashing in and out of the slowly passing water. Every so often he’ll accidentally scoop up one of the seaborn on his pawpad, only to sigh and dip it back under so it can swim away again. A few of them just…fly out of his grasp though, weeee.]

…least someone’s having fun.

C) Shwooms | The Forest | OPEN

Fuck! Fuck-!

[In the edge of the treeline, Till is stomping on a patch of mushrooms with all four of his paws, kicking up clouds of spores in a desperate attempt to do…something. Change himself back, ideally, but that isn’t what’s happening. Every step into the mushrooms causes his body to shift, yes, but into increasingly worse forms. One moment he’s a strange alien cattaur, the next he’s composed completely of slime. The next, he’s a bird with wings for arms and three heads, shrieking with rage before he throws himself in again and turns into an even grosser, slug-like sea monster. He has to struggle to get changed again, this time swapping back to his original form before scrambling backwards away from the mushrooms…and tumbling backwards down a nearby incline he didn’t see, disappearing over the edge with a comical puff of dirt from the other side.

If anybody saw…or heard all of that and happens to look over the edge, they’ll find Till curled up at the bottom, his paws covering his eyes as he lays there, unhurt, but…terribly, immensely frustrated.]

[OOC: Im sorgy I got lazy and didn’t put up OOC plotting this time, but if you’d like to plot something specific feel free to hit me up over DMs or in the discord!]

i. lazy kitty

[Flamebringer is currently too large to fit in buildings. The mushrooms got him when he was out "keeping his blade sharp" as he'd put it, AKA training, and lo and behold he has become a panther. Of all the things he could be, this is fine, he supposes... solely because he has cat brain five times as hard now and no reason to give two fucks.

He figures out pretty quickly that being a giant cat effectively means he can get up into high places, like the inn roof... so that's where he is currently, having jumped up into a nearby tree and then onto the inn directly, where he's curled up into a lazy loaf with a paw dangling off the side of the awning.

Yaaaaaaawn.

He'll take a nap up here for a few hours. After that, if he happens to wake up and you pass by underneath, he'll call down to you—]

Hey. Bring me something to eat.

ii. grouchy kitty

[Flamebringer's newly-found habit of sleeping all day does not let up even once. Cat brain says "sleep" and so he sleep. Preferably, in a tree. If not a tree, in the tall grass closer to the edge of the forest, but not near any of those stupid mushrooms if he can help it.

Therefore, today, Flamebringer is curled up into a ball, completely conked the fuck out. You might see him and try to avoid him, but do you see his tail sticking out ahead of where you're walking? If not, you might just step on it, and it's with a yowl and a jolt that he suddenly startles awake and snarls:]

Watch it.

iii. hunting kitty

[Hi, are you prey animal coded and/or kind of small? Have feathers? Squeak when scratched? Or, are you Wolfwood or Ezell? Because congratulations, there is a panther literally stalking you through the underbrush. Sorry, predator brain says he has to bite you.

The thing about panthers is that they are sneaky. This is a thing they do very well in the wild, actually. They blend in, they stalk. Flamebringer... is hindered by the fact that he is massive, and although he has the correct stalking technique down, there's a pretty solid chance you'll see him coming. Slowly, of course, with silent pawsteps and a gleam in his eyes. Sadly, startling this cat to get him to run off won't exactly work in your favour — whenever you turn to look at him, say something, run, whatever, he's suddenly bounding toward you with full intent to knock you on your ass.

Maybe he'll snap out of it by the time he catches you, if he ever does.]

iv. wildcard

[blanket "i'm sorry for flamebringer" statement you know how it is]

+ THE SET UP (Closed, transformation preamble)

[It happens in an instant, like blowing himself up on an old landmine.

Later, Stan won't recall how or why or what his mental state even was at the time. There's only before everything exploded and immediately after. He might have stepped on something, something weirdly soft underfoot. Then his lungs filled with pollen and he hacked like the decades-long smoker he is, curling over into himself. Everything distorted after that, too fast for Stan to process. His bones and muscles twisted and ripped and ached. Teeth that have been missing for years grew into fangs, forcing him to spit out his dentures and leave them forgotten on the ground--

--everything goes dark after that. Whatever happened hurt so much that he hit the ground somewhere. Where? Is he just on the ground out the open for any fucking one to attack?

His eyes, all of them, open in a start and he's on his feet. All four feet. Everything is strange and blue and fuck he's so big? Was he always this big? W̸̡҉̛͉̻̜̻̜h̸̷̴̖̙̙̤͞ỳ̢͏̴̫̥̻̫͔̗ ̧̛̼̲̘͈̙͈̺̩̝̥͙̜̟͕̯c̵̫̳̠͖̬̩̰̻̤̭̬̭̘a͟҉̸̫̤͉̰͇͙̲͇̦͔̦̖͇͕͇̪ͅn̵̢̧̟̩̻̥̞͖̫͎̖̳̤̩̹̯̼̹͓͓̺͘'͖̯̲̬̯͇͍͙̱̰͕͎̖̭̟͙͞͞ţ̷̗̟̝̩̫̟̠̕͜͞ ̡̺̟͎̬̕h̷̶̡͓̩̞͖̝̝̻̥͚̬̮̤͔̠̦͘ͅͅȩ̛͚̝͓̠̩̫̬͎̭̗̲̙͇̫̙͔̳̰̫́͜͟ ̕͏̙̼͈͉r̕͝͡҉̶̦̟͍̯̹̙̩͔͍̠̻ͅe̖͓̦̥̝̼͉͜͜m͟͞҉̻̟̳̲̲̖͕̖̜̮̠̮é̢͡҉̹̞̼̤̩̘̜̘ḿ̵̛̪̪̥͎̣͈̙͕̱̹̗̕͢b̶̸̯̟͖̱͜͝e̡̫̣̥̟̲̫̯ŗ̸̛̮̪̣͕̮̝͉͍̲̀?̸̧̮̰̤̳͙̜̰̼̬͎!͏̨̜̬͓͖̙̯̙̲̖͚̺

Without a second thought, he bolts. Patches of grass burn beneath his feet, and a torn set of ripped and burnt clothes is left behind on the north edge of town, along with small blue stones and a set of dentures. It doesn't matter where he goes, he just has to go.

He has to go. Run. Ŗ̟̮̠̱͎͚̭̜̞̲̺͇̫̤͔̫Ų̨̭͓̬͕̬̻͔̕͜͝N̛҉̸̭̤͍̹͍̺̱͓̰̟̀ͅ ̶̛̫̖͍͕̥̰̹̟̺̮͡a̴̘̗̩͖̮͙̝͢͟ǹ̡̯̖̤̰̻͍̰͜d̷̸̷̴̘̙͈̝̜ ̠̙͈̣͙̺̙͎̺̫̘͉̺͍͚̀͟Ḏ̶̸̶̘̜̝̲̣̞̭͞O̴͙̱͉̻̥͕̹͍̱̟̺͖̲̮̕Ń̩̞̣̬͕͍̝̗͓͉̼̳̹̖̣̲͇̕͡͠'̡̬̭̖͎̯̖̘̰̹̳͙̻̜͔̗͍̺̀͜͝T̶̨̡͈̜̺̫̳̟̪̮̝̯̺́͢ ̨͕͙̹̩͔͓̠̗̥͍̬͇͉̪͠͞l̵̴̺̬͓͙̯͇͙̺͔͙̠̜͚̥̹̼͜ͅo̶̡͇͉̫͍̰̰̮̦͖̯̲̗̕͢ͅo̴̡̧̦͙̹̯͉͠k̴̶̶̷͉͉͍̟̠̹̘̺̳̥͎̤͕̘̬̱̣̮͕ ̢̥̲͓͙͔́͡ͅb̛̻̤͉͉͈̥͕̀ͅè̴͎͚͍̙͙͕͇̘̻͖̥͈̯̯͘͟h̲̗͉̥̘͓̱̭̙̭̖̯̭͍̺̻̩͓́͢ͅi̞̭̺̯̲̳̬̣͕̯̳̬̹͘n̢̛̳͙̻̫͝d҉̵̧̡̤̜̙͇̼͔̖̘͡ ͏̸̻͈̙̭͍̣͓̭͉͇̘̻̳̬̩̹͚̕͠͠ͅy҉̸̸̻̫͇͎͞o̡̧͇͎̲͖̪̙̝̪̞͇̳̱̙͈͎̜̖̪̲u̶̹̳̺͉̜̼̞̹̜͔̲̖̲̘̥̭͔̫͝ ̸̸̢͓̳̻̬͖̟̠̻̱̕͢ͅj̺͇̰̪̲̪̻̞͈̺͘͜͜͠u̴̜̤̝̙̙̪͍͝͠ś̸̝̹̞͎̦̞̦̜̪͍̬͈̙̫̲̜ͅͅṭ̸̢̳̭̜͈͓̹̦̩̻͖̬̮̟͉̫̘͡͞ͅ ̷̨̬̻̘̺͓̥̟̳͍̺̪̠̼́́͢ͅG̵̡̫̣̻͇̺͘͟͝Ǫ̵͠͠͏̠̭̦̹͖͉͈͇̼̘̪͍͓̼͎͇̮͚!̻̼͍͎̠̼͡͞ ]

A. SHELTER (Early May, Edge of Town, OPEN)
[It seems not all the new Monsters around the grove have retained their sense of self. People will likely smell it before they spot it - an odd blend of smoke and copper, thick enough to taste in the air. When it is on the edge of the Grove it blends into the fog wall, especially at night (though instinctively it knows it can't go there. It's dangerous in the fog.), but sometimes it can be seen stalking its way through town - a large, smokey dog. It's easily twelve feet tall and much too big to try and hide in any of the places it attempts to call shelter. It doesn't fit under the deck of the inn, or in any of the abandoned places of the formerly burnt town, and it seems to be avoiding the barn, settling for dark corners where it can watch for constant dangers.

But when it sees you, its eyes will lock onto you. There are six - two in the usual places and four clustered around the right eye like a poorly assembled puzzle. All are bright blue and flicker, as if this giant is burning alive. And if you're foolish enough to come close, it will go on the defensive, baring its teeth and growling, with its billowing smoke tail between its legs. This shows off the unusual marking on its back, a strange sigil that burns like its eyes.

You have ten seconds. If you take too long to do anything with those ten seconds though, the dog will run and run, leaving patches of burnt grass behind.]

B. FOOD (Early May, The Watchtower, The Inn, and any other establishment that serves food, OPEN)

[At night, when there are fewer people wandering around town, the beast skulks around looking for something to eat. It needs food, it needs to find food and shelter and food and--

It seems to know where food is though, just not exactly where to find it. It paces around the various establishments that serve food, looking for any sort of outdoor garbage can to knock over and feast from. Any time it does knock something over though it freezes, as though waiting to be caught or scolded. When it isn't immediately punished for it though, it rips through anything and everything. Sometimes it rips things just to rip SOMETHING, tearing the garbage until it's in itty bitty pieces. Paper harmlessly burns, and anything edible is scarfed down as though it might not eat again for a year.

Good luck trying to stop him. Or with the unholy mess afterwards if you didn't stop him.]

C. WATER (Early May, by the River, OPEN, cw: self-inflicted bites)

[Does it need water? It's crouched down by the river, trying to decide. ...Or perhaps it's looking at its reflection, trying to recognize what its seeing.

It puts a paw out and hovers it above the surface, watching the smoke billow out from its limb. Then it braces itself and dunks its paw in the water only to howl in pain and immediately take it out. This makes sense of course - it's made of fire and smoke, and water is...well, water.

The beast whines to itself and sinks down to lay flat against the riverbed. Instead of leaving its hurt paw alone though, it starts to gnaw on it anxiously, as if biting it will make it go away or make it stop burning or make everything just stop for a minute or two.]

D. YOUR OTHER NEEDS (Early May, wherever)
[These prompts are all for Stan's beast form, which was triggered by the mushroom transformation! There will be a log later in the month for his Human-ish self. More plot info is over here and if you want any other giant fire dog interactions please let me know!]

Edited 2025-05-03 00:49 (UTC)

[Haha so remember how I jokingly said in his prompt he didn’t want to be the guy out here eating deer butts, well-

Wolfwood WASN’T expecting to walk this way and come upon Ain just…he’s a deer!! A BIG deer mind you, well kindof he’s also a mix of something else, but mostly deer. And he’s eating tree leaves.

Here he is, meanwhile, almost 7 feet of wolfman nearly trembling at the sight of him for reasons he can’t really easily articulate, because his brain isn’t being too helpful in the way it’s just like deer deer de rderr-

His tail is wagging, his nose rapidly sniffing the air. Again, in a way he doesn’t quite notice.]

Hey. I ain’t hungry for leaves.

[He’s hungry for something else ayo-]

[Your loss bro, these are His leaves now. They taste so good... he love leaf. nomnomnomnom—]

Haha, more for me~.

[Not noticing Wolfwood's wolf-sneefsnorfing, Ain spring sproings a few feet further into the woods, coming to rest at a tall tree. He shoves an arm into it until he can grab a branch and pull it down, eating the berries off the twigs.

Humgry.]

I.

[Timekeeper firmly believes that curiosity will get you everywhere - problem is, in the Grove, "everywhere" usually ends up being trouble. So she probably shouldn't have tried to harvest a few of those mushrooms thinking Dipper would like to see them, but at least she had the forethought to freeze time as soon as she saw the spores burst into the air.

Problem solved, right? She'll just take these and saunter a good ways away before releasing the frozen spore cloud aaaaaand nope, apparently these spores can home in even from several yards away.

She's not sure what it says about her time here that the grotesque sensation of her body abruptly and violently starting to rearrange itself several times over only elicits the thought of "Ah, here we go again." When it settles, she finds herself on the ground, surrounded by shreds of her clothing - R.I.P. the remainder of her original outfit; why did she have to be feeling nostalgic today - and braced on a total of four clawed and armored arms.

The trade off, of course, being that her legs are missing entirely, replaced by a large segmented... tail? It's a dull bronze color with black markings, looking more insect or perhaps crustacean like than anything, with rows of large scalelike gills down either side. For anyone familiar, it's a dead ringer for the abdomen of a mayfly nymph.

It doesn't take her long to realize that the gasping she's doing after that ordeal isn't actually doing anything for her as far as oxygen goes. She grabs at her throat momentarily - because ow, wait, those are claws - then turns and starts to scramble for the water.

She's not terribly far from the riverbank, but she doesn't quite make it. Her strength is enough to pull this body along, certainly, but the dizziness from lack of breath still forces her to collapse. Well. Help?]

II.

[Whether someone helps her to the water or Callan pulls her in himself, it doesn't take Timekeeper more than a week or so to come to a singular conclusion about this: Being stuck in the water is boring.

It was a little interesting to see the Seaborn's nest at first, but the novelty wore off quickly, and she's not much one for singing. Seeing who else ended up aquatic and pestering them has also worn thin. She hasn't even bothered to ask anyone to bring her her netbook, figuring that seemed far too annoying to try to keep dry somewhere ashore. Callan only seems to want to tussle, and while letting this shape's hunting instincts and her draconic strength go wild was exciting at first, that is now also old. So what does she do?

She resorts to pranks, of course. Wander too close to the river or lake, and you might find yourself abruptly pulled in, or hit with a sudden huge splash of water, or feel a cold wet claw just grab your ankle and not even do anything else. Timekeeper speaks up once she fully has your attention.]

I! Have a request.

III. Wildcard

[come at me bro]

Edited 2025-05-03 01:44 (UTC)

[He is SNEEFsnorfing, and Ain is foolishly turning his back to Wolfwood. His back!! To a predator!! Ain you fool.

Ain spring sproings and Wolfwood is…literally salivating. He can’t help it, his jaws are half open and he’s staring at Ain as he hops away, reaching up into a tree to nibble some berries.

Meanwhile, Wolfwood is approaching from behind, taking slow, stalking steps as his hands flex at his sides. Though, it’s hard to be quiet when his prosthetic kindof thunks loudly into the ground compared to near-soundless pawpads.]

Yeah…more…

[Unfortunately, Ain does not have Prey Brain enough to think this could be a bad thing. Like, he has deer brain real bad right now — he startles at things like sticks breaking and will flick his ears and swivel his head around to see into the forest if he hears something — but he also has Ain Brain, and Ain Brain trusts Wolfwood with his life. There are no problems here, he's not about to be hunted by a predator who wants to eat him, it's fine.

Nomnom berries.]

Ms. Moose showed me where the good snacks are.

[He says this, and then deer hops forward a few feet again, stopping in front of a bush to pick a berry off of that, taste it... but he decides this one is yucky and too bitter (realistically it's probably poisonous to humans but not to deer-taurs, and Ain's lucky he's currently a critter because otherwise he'd be having a horrible time) and hops further up the path.]

[Wolfwood doesn’t realistically want to hurt Ain, obviously. He wouldn’t literally try to eat him, but at the same time…while Ain has deer brain, Wolfwood has wolf brain, and he is NOT fighting it off very well. He’s been trying to smother these various instincts ever since he changed, but now that something is so tempting right in front of him…how is he supposed to be expected to act normal about it? And Ain just hiphopping around like that is setting him off something fierce.

So. What does Wolfwood do?

He follows Ain slowly, carefully so as not to startle him into bolting…

And he is literally going to try to (gently) put his mouth on Ain’s deer rump. Not even sharp enough to break skin, or anything like that, but also what the fuck-]

[Ain is reaching for another berry bush that looks tasty when Wolfwood slowly stalks up and bites him on the ass. This is what makes deer brain start blaring alarm bells, finally — not the obvious stalking behaviour or the fact that Wolfwood has been sniffing the air and salivating, not the slow approach, but the fact that Wolfwood just tried to take a lil nibble.

He squeaks, alarmed, and very suddenly whaps Wolfwood with his tailfeathers as they fan out in some attempt to make himself look larger (as if he's not Huge Already). Suddenly, Ain is charging off into the forest, having to hook a sharp left when he gets too close to the fog wall.

Goodbye he has bolted—]

[It's been a weird few days. Everyone has turned into something, people are hard to recognize at a glance.]

[Stan has been missing.]

[Dipper does not spend every night at the house. He often hangs out in other places, gets caught up in his hobby, whatever teens are doing these days, but he usually checks in and Stan is always usually home for the night. But, he hasn't seen Stan in a few days, did not find any kind of note and ...it's a small grove?]

[A particular fear starts to kick off in his heart, and he does his best to push it down. Something weird might have happened, maybe Stan turned into something embarrassing and was hiding. Maybe-]

[What was that sound?]

[Dipper, in his ...mostly aquatic state right now is heading back to the lake when he hears ...someone digging through the Inn trash?]

...Hello?

i. day
cw: transformation, burning alive

[so... those spores, huh?

kiera doesn't think much of them at first; they're annoying, but fascinating. they know someone who would kill to study these things, and it makes them fall that much farther back into their feelings.

at some point after the spores "wear off," she's resting in a patch of sun like the cat that she is, when the horrors begin. when her body first begins twisting and breaking itself, she gives a small, choked cry, but cuts it off quickly. no sense in drawing attention to herself, not when this could be or prelude an attack from the forest. through the rest of the transformation, she's silent, and after skin and bone tears into countless shapes, it all snaps back into a form almost identical to the original.

and suddenly, everything burns.

this time, the sound that wrenches itself out of their throat is an agonized screech more animal than human. the acrid scent of burning flesh fills the air, and on instinct, kiera scrambles for the shade. once they're out of the sunlight, maybe under some trees or on the side of a building, their shrieks die down to snarls, then hisses. it'll take a good few minutes for the exposed flesh of their face, chest, and arms to knit itself back together, and even longer for them to figure out what they're going to do when the sun shifts and destroys the shadows of their hiding spot.]

ii. night

[since their unfortunate transformation into a full-blooded castillan vampire, kiera is only around the grove at night, and avoids the area around the bar entirely. they're confined to the grove proper, west of the river, unable to cross it. but they do randomly find themself outside of homes or businesses where other residents live, staring in through windows in the way a concealed predator watches from its perch.

before they can catch themself, the golden glow of both of their eyes may give them away. likewise, anyone who happens to pass nearby them will note their ears are distinctly pointed, they look far more pallid than usual, and their skin is freckled with what appears to be faintly bioluminescent particles, some blue and some pink. their slitted pupils reflect light like a cat's when looked at head-on, and there's something sharp and hungry in their stare.]

Get the fuck away from me. [their words are hissed through gritted fangs, far more openly aggressive than most folks in the grove have ever heard out of them, but the self-restraint in their tone is just as obvious as the hostility.]

iii. WILDCARD
[[y'all know the drill plz hmu on discord or PM if you wanna plot my ass did not have the spoons for plotting post]]

[And just like that, Wolfwood is Set Off. His prey drive was already through the roof, but when Ain bolts? Wolfwood can’t hold himself back anymore. He nearly goes all fours with his eagerness to give chase, having only barely gotten a taste (he really didn’t taste him, he mostly got a mouth full of fur and a face of feathers). Ain does get himself a nice head start given that the whap to the face did startle him into hesitating just long enough that he barely sees him disappearing into the trees before he starts to give proper chase.

MUST CHASE…MUST CATCH THE SPRING SPRONG…

But at the same time, there’s a part of Wolfwood’s brain that’s worried he’s scaring Ain. He doesn’t want to legit scare him…mmghghg-]

Fuck- wait! Hang on- stop for a sec!!

i. Visionaire and Deepest Fake — The Watchtower Bar

[The bar reopens with very little pomp or circumstance. One day, the door is simply open again, and that’s all there is to it. There is soup on the hearth, a pie on the counter, and plenty of music being played. There’s even the start of a stage being built, though it’s still very early. All told though, it’s very normal.

But maybe, just maybe, you might notice there isn’t the usual massive cheese spread?

Luca doesn’t seem to have anything to say about that. Nor about his absence. He just offers a warm smile, and the offer of a drink. The new, colorful options are on full display, all glitter, glowing, and smoking.

For all intents and purposes, it should make for a normal night. But at some point, Luca starts to look distracted. He’ll miss a drink order, then blink -]

Right, your drink. [But his eyes drift once more, over toward the table in the corner. His lips twitch downward. He reaches for the glass but -

When he looks down, the surface has lit up in flame. He’s unfazed as it the flames expand over his hand. He shakes it once, then sighs.]

Well. That’s new. Just a second.

[Don’t mind him as he pours a glass of water over it.]

ii. Dirty Gold, the Colours Change — Beiwe’s Church

[Anyone who comes across Luca outside of the bar will start to realize that he’s… really trying to keep busy. It isn’t just his new role as a priest of Beiwe, either. There’s an almost frantic way that he throws himself into his tasks, gently coaxing animal paws in their tasks or sweeping out dust. He gives a nod to the scattered faces about the room, but mostly… he just tries to work.

But when he thinks alone, when he tries to keep his hands busy with his pottery, his mind starts to wander. He thinks of home, of the strange things that have happened over the past few months. He thinks of River, his hollow smile, and vicious demeanor. And then he glances toward a window, catches sight of the other church in the distance and -

A wave of sparks races out from around Luca. They catch on stray papers and other things, and Luca quickly finds himself stamping them out.]

Beasts — Shit!

[You might want to help him.]

iii. Hands are Frozen, Feel No Pain— Around the Grove

[Like with most months, things quickly start to go wrong. He watches in horror as monsters begin to move into the Grove. His instinct is to attack, pulling his rapier out with one hand and summoning flame into the other. But when it becomes clear that they’re not out to attack… things just feel weird.

Weird, and strange, and of course everything would go upside down when he’s trying to just keep it together and —

The flames are back. They spread up the span of his arms within seconds, but they don’t burn his skin. Nevertheless, wild panic flows through him as he tries to shake the flames out.]

Stop, stop. Please just stop.

[He’s been able to control his flames for all of his life. Why now?]

iv. I Just Wanna Hold the Flame— Wild Card

[DM me, hit me up, or just throw something my way!]

i. GRAB A BRUSH AND PUT A LITTLE MAKEUP —

When Tex awakens, it's to being in a human form—a completely different form from what she had experienced being in where she came from. She shouldn't have even been able to sleep. But awakening she is, and she rises, more than a little groggy, off the pallet on which she'd been lying.

She seems to be inside a general store of some kind, back in the stockroom. She goes through the double doors that lead to the main section of the shop. If she encounters anyone here she's going to have some questions, but for now she's going to explore and try to figure out what's going on.

The shop itself doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, as far as she can tell. She wanders the aisles, then goes to the counter, where there are knives in cases displayed under glass. She starts heading around the counter to the back, wanting one of them to protect herself in case she's found herself in a dangerous place. It's only prudent, not being in her robot anymore.

ii. TRANSPOREMATION —

Once she's left the shop, she encounters the mushrooms. She hasn't even had the time to get used to the fact that she's in a body made of flesh before she steps on one of them and she finds that her body is painfully transforming—the creaking of her bones and joints, the snapping of tendons, the tearing of skin, presage her transformation into a giant arachnid creature with a large armored carapace at the front.

It doesn't occur to her right away to try stepping on the fungus again to undo the transformation. In fact, she's rather curious about it, and not that displeased. It's closer to being in a robot than a human body was, at least. She skitters away from the mushrooms instead, toward the egde of the forest.

iii. IT NEVER ENDS —

In her new form, Tex finds that she's craving meat. Fresh, raw meat. She begins to hunt amongst the trees, actually finding the experience rather refreshing. She stalks a deer in the woods, learning which motions of hers lead to too much noise for it not to be startled away, and eventually takes it down. It's been difficult, considering how much sunshine is filtering through the trees, and she's proud of the fact that she managed it.

iv. WILDCARD —

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EVENT & TDM 024

QUESTIONS

INVESTIGATIONS

TDM NPC CONTACT

Ain (Bluhen Route) | Elsword | Current Player

Oscar Pine | RWBY | Current Character

Nicholas D. Wolfwood | Trigun Stampede | Current Player

C

it's for me prompt

Min-Gi Park | Infinity Train | Current Player

Sesa | Arknights | Current Player

Till | Alien Stage | Current Player

Flamebringer | Arknights | Current Player

Stanley Pines? | Gravity Falls CRAU | Current Player [cw: big scared dog behavior]

i Ive been waiting months for this prompt hi

:) it is Time

Timekeeper Cookie | Cookie Run | Current player

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

kiera / original / current

no subject

Luca Aurelius | Original Character | Current Player

Agent Texas | Red vs. Blue | New Player