24 July 2014 · 4 notes

So Goat drew a thing, and it reminded me of another she drew but cannot find but was space rp character.And brain combined them and I drew it and with SOOO much shimmer. Not glitter. The shimmer cloth that all space people are required to wear.

So Goat drew a thing, and it reminded me of another she drew but cannot find but was space rp character.
And brain combined them and I drew it and with SOOO much shimmer. Not glitter. The shimmer cloth that all space people are required to wear.

24 July 2014 · 6 notes

wingsofasparrow:

Finished ladies
I love the smoking one most. So cute =3=

23 July 2014 · 11 notes

the-helmaroc-king1 It was an unusually quiet Helmaroc King that approached the Forest Temple. Instead of descending from the sky in his usual dramatic fashion, he'd landed some time ago, and was now walking calmly towards the Temple. He needed to speak with Keirin.

the-helmaroc-king1:

cutie-toes:

The monsters that guarded the way to the temple watched the bird with a weary eye. Many shifted uncomfortably, but all let the Helmaroc pass. The rustling in the trees acknowledged his presence.
Keirin finally appeared through the green. The woman held herself with a noble air. Similar to the way she had acted the first time Helm had visited the temple- and the last time he had threatened it.

The Helmaroc King notices the tears filling Keirin’s eyes. But he doesn’t recognize them for what they were. In Helm’s mind, people cried for one of two reasons: because they were sad, or because they were afraid. Immediately, Helm thinks he’s said something wrong. Was giving Keirin permission to command him the wrong thing to do? Even though being controlled by anyone other than his Master was the last thing Helm wanted, he’d thought he’d done the right thing by giving Keirin permission to do so. But had he been wrong?

Hesitantly, Helm lowers his head to the storyteller. In an attempt to try and comfort her, he nuzzles the top of her head with his beak.

Keirin tilted her head up to return the nuzzle, the tears still flowing.
She hiccuped. “Thank you Helm- for giving me permission. I know- I know- you don’t-” The woman was never going to complete the sentence at this rate, so she instead said, “I promise to- only do so in the most- extreme case.”

23 July 2014 · 62 notes

onyourgoat A large man sat waiting in the dream, with black hair and faintly grey skin that looked as cold as frostbite. He had a bowl of nuts in one gloved hand and was slowly munching on them. He didn't seem all the intimidating, just patiently waiting for the dream to end so he could wake up. "Oh? It's not often I'm joined. Hello, whoever you are." His pale-in-black eyes tracked the woman.

morgandefay:

cutie-toes:

Well this was… unusual, even for a dream.
Keirin approached cautiously. She gave the man a slight curtsey, though she didn’t remove her eyes from his.
"How do you do?" She replied quietly. The woman wonder if should she say something else to this strange dream man? Oh right!
"My name is Keirin. Pleased to meet you- whomever you are."

"No.. Her thorns are in too deep to let go." The man sighed then stiffened as he realised he’d been far to open. This woman was beguiling in her compromise. It was unsettling to him how at ease he’d gotten - though from an outward perspective it didn’t look like much. It was dangerous.

"You should speak more plainly, witch."

She looked at him confused for a moment. She began to innocently reply, “I’m not a wi-” but paused mid-way.
"Oh I suppose I am one now. I still don’t think of myself that way…" She pondered on that for a moment. But returned her attention to the man. "Well… when a relationship used thorns as a descriptor…. that’s never a good sign." Keirin winced at how the man talked about his Summer.

23 July 2014 · 11 notes

the-helmaroc-king1 It was an unusually quiet Helmaroc King that approached the Forest Temple. Instead of descending from the sky in his usual dramatic fashion, he'd landed some time ago, and was now walking calmly towards the Temple. He needed to speak with Keirin.

the-helmaroc-king1:

cutie-toes:

The monsters that guarded the way to the temple watched the bird with a weary eye. Many shifted uncomfortably, but all let the Helmaroc pass. The rustling in the trees acknowledged his presence.
Keirin finally appeared through the green. The woman held herself with a noble air. Similar to the way she had acted the first time Helm had visited the temple- and the last time he had threatened it.

At first, when Keirin starts to speak, Helm doesn’t feel relief or gratitude- he just feels confused. She… still thought of him as a friend? Why? His actions and her words- they just didn’t make sense. She had every right to not accept his apology. After all, if there was one thing he’d learned from his Master, it was that death was not an excuse. It was never an excuse. Death was as much a part of life as life itself. So to act so irrationally over the death of someone, even if he blamed himself for their passing, was no excuse for how he’d behaved.

But she was willing to forgive him. She was accepting his apology, and still thought of him as a friend.

Helm… honestly, he didn’t know how to react. He’d been prepared to come here, tell his side of the story, and leave without his apology being accepted. He’d thought he’d lost a friend. But to hear Keirin say he was still her friend… well, he was happy, of course. But he was also confused. It was a strange mix of feelings, to be sure.

With the storyteller at his side, Helm starts to lower his head to her- but stops about halfway, her final words making him pause. Try not to do that again. It should be easy to say- to promise he wouldn’t ever threaten her life like that. But Helm knew that was much easier said than done. The last time they’d spoken, Helm had almost lost control. He’d almost killed her. The thought that it might happen again, and he would be responsible for her death pained him. As far as he knew, Keirin couldn’t come back from the dead like he could.

His head wasn’t quite low enough for the storyteller to reach him. But looking down at her, Helm makes a decision. “I will try. But I cannot guarantee something like that won’t happen again. But if it does happen, and I ever threaten your life like that…” Another pause, followed by a hastily spoken sentence: “You have my complete permission to take control of me until I’ve calmed down.”

Tears began to fill the storyteller’s eyes. Keirin could have been scared by his confession, but instead she was moved by his permission. The only person Helm was tied to was his master. Other than that, freedom seemed to mean every thing to the avian. She understood how bad it must of felt for him to be under control before, and not to ever want it to happen again. It’s why Keirin had felt a pang of guilt, threatening to control Helm and even trying to confine him. For Helm to give his permission- to prevent him from doing something he might regret- it was touching.

23 July 2014 · 62 notes

onyourgoat A large man sat waiting in the dream, with black hair and faintly grey skin that looked as cold as frostbite. He had a bowl of nuts in one gloved hand and was slowly munching on them. He didn't seem all the intimidating, just patiently waiting for the dream to end so he could wake up. "Oh? It's not often I'm joined. Hello, whoever you are." His pale-in-black eyes tracked the woman.

morgandefay:

cutie-toes:

Well this was… unusual, even for a dream.
Keirin approached cautiously. She gave the man a slight curtsey, though she didn’t remove her eyes from his.
"How do you do?" She replied quietly. The woman wonder if should she say something else to this strange dream man? Oh right!
"My name is Keirin. Pleased to meet you- whomever you are."

"And how would you chage it? Would you give Winter his beloved Robin at Summer’s expense? Would you have Summer and Winter love each other with all their hearts and leave the Robin out? Would the Robin provide the middle ground for Winter and his bride to get along?" Morgan’s voice was sharper than he’d intended and he sighed when he heard himself. 

"I am sorry.."

Keirin shrank back into the chair. She was afraid to reply, but also felt it would be a disservice not to- especially since she brought it up.
"I suppose… it would depend on Summer and Winter… Even if their marriage is loveless… whether they care enough about the other to let them be happy- even if it means being with someone else…"

23 July 2014 · 24 notes

forgottenangelic Angel had somehow managed to wander her way into the temple... not that she minded. She was used to being lost. Regardless, she spotted Keirin, and, without a second thought, ran over and tugged her pant leg, instantly forgetting where she was, how she got there, pretty much everything except... "Wow, you're really pretty!"

forgottenangelic:

cutie-toes:

cutie-toes:

The storyteller looked down at the visitor in surprise.
"Oh um! Why thank you, that’s very kind of you." She bent over, closer to the girl’s height. She had to figure out how the girl got there in the first place. "I didn’t realize we had such a sweet visitor. What’s your name?"

"It says:

There once was a donkey that had grown too old to work on the farm.
The old donkey needed some sort of job to support himself, but he was too weak to pull or carry anything- so what could he do?
"I think I shall become a musician!" the donkey decided. He left his old home to make music in the big city.

As the donkey was walking along, he came across a dog. The dog was too old to hunt, so he had left his home to find a new job.
"Why don’t you become a musician with me?" the donkey asked.
The dog liked this idea and went along with the donkey.

The donkey and the dog walked along the road until they came across a-

Keirin broke from the story and asked Angel, “What animal do you think they came across next?”

As Angel listened, she swung her feet gently to prevent her from fidgeting. She was very careful not to fidget; people hated that. But she always had to be moving, so she learned to swing her feet. Always. Every time she sat down. Especially when listening to stories, it helped her concentrate and remember what was said. 

"Um…" She muttered, the question unexpected. She tapped her chin once or twice. These animals were musicians, right? She once heard about a cat playing a fiddle so that must be it. "A cat?" She guessed, staring at Keirin to see if her answer was correct. 

"That’s right~!" the storyteller replied proudly.

The donkey and the dog walked along the road until they came across a cat. The cat had become too old to chase mice, and left her home to find a new job.
"Why don’t you become a musician with us?" the donkey asked.
The cat was already very good at singing on the fence at night, so she liked this idea and decided to join them.

The donkey, the dog, and the cat were walking down the road when they came across a rooster. The farmer’s wife had been planning to make a stew of him! 

(Keirin gasped in shock to add emphasis.)

So the rooster ran away from his home, and was trying to find a new job.
"Why don’t you become a musician with us?" the donkey asked.
The rooster was already very good at crowing, so he liked this idea and decided to join them.

The four decided it would be best to head towards the largest city, but it would take a long time to get there. So the four walked as far as they could all that day. At nightfall, they found themselves a cozy spot under a tree. The rooster preferred to sleep in the branches, and made his way up the tree. From the high branches, he could see a house in the distance. Rooster called down to his friends about what he saw. Everyone felt it would be nicer if they could stay in a house, and headed towards it….

22 July 2014 · 11 notes

the-helmaroc-king1 It was an unusually quiet Helmaroc King that approached the Forest Temple. Instead of descending from the sky in his usual dramatic fashion, he'd landed some time ago, and was now walking calmly towards the Temple. He needed to speak with Keirin.

the-helmaroc-king1:

cutie-toes:

The monsters that guarded the way to the temple watched the bird with a weary eye. Many shifted uncomfortably, but all let the Helmaroc pass. The rustling in the trees acknowledged his presence.
Keirin finally appeared through the green. The woman held herself with a noble air. Similar to the way she had acted the first time Helm had visited the temple- and the last time he had threatened it.

Although Helm had been half expecting that to be her response, her words still stung. Mainly because what she said was true. He had been willing to destroy her home, and even kill her, in order to get what he wanted.

Helm nods slowly at Keirin. “I understand. I realize what I did was wrong. At the time, I wasn’t exactly myself. Believe it or not, but I was blaming myself for someone’s death- someone I didn’t want dead. I know it’s a terrible excuse. Even now, listening to myself say it, I know it’s no excuse for what happened. But-“

But what? What on earth could he possibly say? That he wouldn’t have tried to kill her? That it was all just an empty threat? Helm couldn’t say that. Why? Because he wasn’t sure if he actually would have gone through with it. True, there was a chance he wouldn’t have hurt her, had she decided to control him. But then again, there was a chance he would have gone through with it. Like a monster, he could have killed her.

And that thought honestly scared him.

The massive bird turns away from Keirin. “…I don’t expect you to forgive me. Not for what I did. But even though I don’t have your forgiveness, please remember that I am sorry for the way I acted.” A slight pause follows his words.

"…I would not fault you for no longer considering me a friend. Especially after what happened. However, despite what I said or how I acted, I do still consider you my friend."

"Aaaaw, you stupid bird," even with the name calling, the tone was one of sympathy. "I was wondering why you were so self-loathing, to the point you refused any understanding. You’re usually so willing to talk…" Keirin thought she’d have to pry for any reason why Helm had acted so drastically, but if he understood why and admittedly- well it made Keirin feel better.

The woman trotted over to the bird’s side and pet his feather. “It’s not a terrible excuse. Grief is painful and horrible- and people handle it differently. …Okay so people don’t usually react the same way you did, but you’re not usual people.” Keirin strokes became long and slow.

"But you are my friend. You came to talk to me, you confessed and understood what you did wrong, and you sincerely apologized. You might be surprised, but even people that would never self-identify as monsters are terrible at do that." She said with a smile. "It made me feel much more comfortable hearing that from you, and now I can accept your apology. Just… try not to do it again."

22 July 2014 · 11 notes

the-helmaroc-king1 It was an unusually quiet Helmaroc King that approached the Forest Temple. Instead of descending from the sky in his usual dramatic fashion, he'd landed some time ago, and was now walking calmly towards the Temple. He needed to speak with Keirin.

the-helmaroc-king1:

cutie-toes:

The monsters that guarded the way to the temple watched the bird with a weary eye. Many shifted uncomfortably, but all let the Helmaroc pass. The rustling in the trees acknowledged his presence.
Keirin finally appeared through the green. The woman held herself with a noble air. Similar to the way she had acted the first time Helm had visited the temple- and the last time he had threatened it.

Well, at least she was willing to listen, and wasn’t going to send him away. That was a start. Helm had been worried she would send him off without listening to what he had to say.

"I came here to apologize for my behavior the other day. I came here with the intention of killing X- which did not end well, but that’s a different matter. The point is, I should not have been so willing to threaten your home like I did. Had someone come to the Fortress and threatened to tear it down, I would have reacted in much the same way you had. I’m sorry for what I did, Keirin."

Keirin gave the bird a baffled expression. She hadn’t be expecting such a straight forward apology. She wasn’t sure what do to with herself now, and let the act drop.

"…I’d like to accept your apology right off," the storyteller confessed sadly. "But you did threaten my home and threatened me. …I don’t feel comfortable knowing you’d be willing to do both…”

22 July 2014 · 11 notes

the-helmaroc-king1 It was an unusually quiet Helmaroc King that approached the Forest Temple. Instead of descending from the sky in his usual dramatic fashion, he'd landed some time ago, and was now walking calmly towards the Temple. He needed to speak with Keirin.

the-helmaroc-king1:

cutie-toes:

The monsters that guarded the way to the temple watched the bird with a weary eye. Many shifted uncomfortably, but all let the Helmaroc pass. The rustling in the trees acknowledged his presence.
Keirin finally appeared through the green. The woman held herself with a noble air. Similar to the way she had acted the first time Helm had visited the temple- and the last time he had threatened it.

Helm looks down at the storyteller. The last time the bird had been here, he’d been brash and threatening. But this time, there was none of that dangerous, arrogant confidence. Helm actually seemed willing to have a conversation, and even listen to reason.

Helm recognized the noble calmness that radiated from the small storyteller. She was in a no-nonsense state of mind- which was just fine with Helm. He didn’t come here for nonsense, anyway. Taking a breath, when Helm speaks, his voice was calm and even. “Can we talk?”

Keirin gave a silent nod. She would hear her friend out- but whether Helm had an apology in mind or a complaint about almost being confined, she did not know.
"What is it you wish to talk about?"