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I just read your Vandalize fanfic on AO3 and I just wanted to tell you how AMAZING it was??? It was so good and I don't think I've ever read a Hi-Fi RUSH fanfic that was so high quality before. And it was all in character too which was UUGGH it was so good. Do you have any tips for how you write?? I'm just obsessed with how you wrote the whole thing!!
TEEHEE TY!!! It was an idea I had stewing in my brain for a few days before I actually did anything with it. So glad you enjoyed it so far!
As for writing tips, I'm gonna be honest and say I overexplain things. A lot. It's like some special breed of autism for me to just describe things in intense detail because I have so much to talk about. I turn my brain off and just... write. Whenever I got stuck I utilized Sprinto on Discord for that extra motivation, plus it was fun to see how much I could write in a short timeframe. It also helps to have a few friends willing to read what I have/share ideas that I can use for the current chapter or for later ones. Believe me, the fic is only barely starting.
I also tend to overanalyze characters. Can't tell you how much time I spent rewatching playthroughs and scouring the wiki to get a feel for everyone's personalities. Hi-Fi Rush is just one of those games that captivates me like an iPad baby's daily dose of Cocomelon. It really helped to write down canon quirks, personal headcannons, and extra lore I came up with before I actually worked on the fic itself.
Shoutout to my friend Dragon for suggesting making Kale trans btw. It was subtly nodded to in the fic but will be expanded upon a lot more in a future chapter. Probably one of the best ideas he's ever had. I'm such a sucker for unlikely T4T.
I will say the themes get a lot darker later on. I turn Kale into a sopping wet cat of a man and I don't intend on holding back on making him the most tragic character I've ever written; And that's a MASSIVE bar to pass considering my work involving my Sonic and Pokémon AUs.
TY again! I probably rambled a lot here LMAO I'm just glad to see people like what I do for fun. I hope you look forward to what's in store :]
For those who haven't read it yet (and are over the age of 18. I beg. ) you can read Vandalize here!
#asks#canid's writing#vandalize#i forgot to post the link here lemme take care of that 😭#canid.txt#hi fi rush
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Started a fic collection for the AU! Do mind the tags and ratings though.
(You'll have to be logged in to view since AO3 is stinky smelly and I don't want my fics to be scraped for AI)
First and only one so far is a Chai/Kale oneshot. 18+ only for that, please :]
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If you’re curious, here’s the original fic! It’s on Wattpad and has HORRIBLE storytelling, grammar, everything, but it has that nostalgic flair that still appeals to me since I’m the one that wrote it 😒
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The new chapter of Rebellion is now live! Go read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37045873/chapters/101167812
This one took this long purely because of loss of motivation, but I finally pulled through! Hope you all enjoy this one!
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i wrote this article if you’re interested in non-lethal methods of repelling coyotes :)
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Rose's Kiss Week Day 6: Home Alone
OCs: Sierra Callawel and Ian Carlisle (Spinder's oldest sister and her husband)
Words: 1189
Content warnings: none
Notes: Ian's canid form is a common raccoon dog. It is also well-known that shifting to that form makes you itchy.
When Sierra looked up from her computer, she could see the full moon hanging too-large over the faraway trees outside her window. She’d lost track of time. Ian would be transformed, now, and she hadn’t seen him at all. She locked her computer and stood up. The kids were out, so making a circuit of the house wouldn’t draw them out of their rooms and interrupt the nice night she wanted to spend alone with her husband.
“Ian?” she called as she started up the stairs. “Where are you?”
She heard a mournful squeaky-toy noise from somewhere down the hall and smiled to herself as she went to find the source of it. When she flipped on the light in her bedroom, she got a louder and angrier squeak from the bed, where a golden brown and black fluff of a dog was burying his little face under his front paws.
“Sorry,” she said, going to turn on her bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light. He didn’t raise his head until she sat down on the side of the bed, and then he tried to crawl in her lap immediately.
Laughing, she held him back gently and got fully onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard before she let him snuffle his way into her space. He seemed content to put his paws across her legs and rest his head on them, but she scooped him up all the way, holding him close against her. His response was to put his paws on her arm and set his head there instead. He was probably just tired after transforming, but he always looked so cute and sad in his dog form, and it made her want to hug him tighter. So she did, pressing her cheek to the top of his fuzzy little head and then kissing him there. He let out a longer squeak, stretching his neck out further, and as she petted his head she followed his gaze to the brush he’d set out for her. Oh, of course. Grabbing it was a bit of a stretch, and she almost dumped him out of her arms accidentally, but once it was in her hand she settled him in her lap and began running it through his fur in long strokes, head to rump. Instantly he was a dog-shaped puddle in her lap, his only reaction little snuffles of pleasure.
When she paused to pull out the mat of hair that had collected in the brush, he rolled over onto his back, cradled in her crossed legs. She scratched behind his ears while she drew the brush along the contours of his ribcage and haunches and arms. He didn’t even tense as she carefully brought it over his neck and chin. As soon as she set the brush aside, though, he was getting back out of her lap, jumping down onto the floor with a cacophony of clicking nails and pausing in the doorway to look back at her. She smiled and followed him back downstairs to the kitchen, where he waited by the table while she got their dinner out of the fridge: sliced chicken, lentils, and a touch of cranberry sauce. For him, at least. She could have as much as she wanted. His was already in a bowl, so once she pried off the lid she set it in front of him on the floor. He wagged his tail but didn’t move. While she made her own plate from the main bowls of food, she saw him bend down and sniff his bowl, his eyes never leaving her.
“You can start without me,” she said.
He made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a growl and sat straight again. With a laugh she returned the food bowls to the fridge and brought her plate to the table.
“Blessed be the fruits of the earth, and us among them,” she said, and he squeaked out the same cadence before shoving his face in his bowl. She ate with half an eye on him inhaling his food, mostly because his enthusiasm was adorable.
On the way back to bed she carried him up the stairs, letting him jump down on the bed before she got into her pajamas. He didn’t stay on the bed, though, since she had to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth and he apparently had the energy now to not let her leave his sight. He brushed against her ankles where she stood in front of the sink, hopped in the bathtub, and started rolling around on the textured treads on the bottom of it. That was why he was accompanying her. He’d told her before that there was something sublime about the feeling of the bathtub treads specifically that he really couldn’t explain. He didn’t feel that way about them in human form. She didn’t care as long as he didn’t leave his fur in the tub, though she was often the one who cleared it out to take a shower anyway. But it was worth it to see him being so happy in there. When she left the bathroom, he followed, and she scooped him back onto the bed. He curled up right next to her while she read her book for a bit. After she turned out the light, he yipped along with her presleep prayer, and she gave him a last pet on the head before relaxing into the dark.
At the crack of dawn the sudden weight on the bed woke her. In the light that sifted around the edges of the curtains she could see Ian, now fully human, getting under the covers. He turned his back to her—he might not even remember that his transformation always woke her up—but she came over to him anyway, putting a hand on his side as she kissed his shoulder. When he shifted onto his back, she kissed his scratchy cheek, then gave him a peck on the lips before leaning back on her elbow to look at him. There was always something a little canine about him to her, but it was stronger when he’d just come back—the way he blinked at her like a sleepy dog melded with the way he still smelled of fur. And it was his smell, because he smelled the same if she met him in the middle of the hallway, or raiding the fridge downstairs. After he took a shower it would fade, but for now she breathed it deeply. She could never explain it to anyone but him, but these were the hours when he smelled most like himself, like her Ian.
His hand slipped into the curls at the back of her head, guiding her into a deeper kiss. She wrapped an arm around his warm chest as he smoothed his other hand over her shoulder. He kissed her a second time, then ever so gently pushed her away.
“Okay, I’m sleeping now,” he said with a tired smile.
She caressed his cheek, then laid back on her side of the bed. “Goodnight.”
RKW taglist: @jezifster @kk7-rbs @vacantgodling
Shifters taglist: @outpost51 @kk7-rbs
#Sierra is generally known to be caring but sharp and humorless. then there's moon nights#I love what this implies about their two adopted shifter children who very likely have the same moon as Ian#there are other places they go and feel safe shifting. I don't know where but. Spinder's probably been there#I wonder if there are shift clubs. idk how you could possibly enforce that though#I have been forever changed by Patricia Taxxon's On The Ethics of Boinking Animal People btw#even though this clearly is not “boinking” or really even “animal people” I now aspire to write stuff like this in a sensory way#beyond that I also think it's interesting how people inhabit liminal spaces with the things they enjoy#it's most obvious in kink but shifters do a lot of the lifting for me lol#I guess the reason I have never committed to making shifters have anthro animal forms is I don't have anything interesting to do w that#but having a person cross the line between how we treat husbands and how we treat pets...that's intriguing#still working out the details of being in canid form tho#also don't ask me what their religion is I don't know lol#c: Sierra#c: Ian#rose's kiss week#rose writ
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The line between "describing a character as doglike a few times for symbolism" and "comparing a character to a wolf so many times people start wondering if they're wearing a fursuit" is thin and no one walks it more often than me
#suddenly worried I'm overdoing the custer/rabid canid comparisons in dolours' chapters of my wip. ah well. nevertheless#writing#jory.txt
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kiss + artemis v1!!
28 - middle of the back
Artemis staggered back to her and Fenrir's shared quarters, breathing heavily from exhaustion. Another hunt, another post-hunt nap where she practically blacks out as soon as she lays down. Her clothes were ripped, her tie was messed up, but no matter, she'd fix it, as soon as she woke up.
The door opened and Fenrir was already sitting on the bed. The wolf-like AI's tail started wagging slightly as soon as they saw Artemis. "Hey Artie!!!" they squealed. Artemis smiled at the exciteable AI, and laid down next to them. Fenrir touched her shoulder, concerned. "Artie... you're got blood on you."
Artemis sat bolt upright, look down, and sure enough, their chest was coated in the blood of the fauna she'd hunted. She sighed. "I know.". Fenrir leaned over, grabbing Artemis's arm gently and placing a kiss on her back. She jumped, putting a hand on her back where Fenrir had kissed her. She looked back at them. "What was that?" she giggled.
"I thought you needed something to cheer you up!"
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actually I think Welcome To Night Vale will fix everything wrong with me
#me: *feeling down* cecil: [i am far too tired to write out the ending to the canidate but it's the future will flinch first one]#me: *tears up* actually maybe life is okay#SIR MR PALMER CECIL RADIO MAN SIR I LOVE YOU#I am literally like twelve and a few random ones in and it already means so much to me#this is so fucking healing and I cannot explain why#there is still good in the world and it is stored in the Podcast#podcasts#cecil palmer#welcome to night vale#curio chatter
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Writing stalled a bit. Did some fox doodles to get the creative juices flowing.
#doodle#sketch#art#canid#fox#artist on tumblr#writer on tumblr#writeblr#current wip#the crow and foxfolk series#creative writing
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Oh! Who to choose... I guess I'll start with one of my favorites!
This is Aspen! He's a pangolin, but I didn't really pick a certain species. He grew up in the deserts of Mobius and has devoted his life to create a thriving ecosystem out of the barren sands of his home. When the war began (Sonic Forces' war, that is), he started to notice that his beautiful oases were being turned into battlegrounds that left them trampled and destroyed. He searched for who was responsible, which led him to the Eggman Empire. Eggman himself found that it'd be great to have someone like Aspen fighting for him rather than against him, so he worked his conning skills to convince the poor guy to join the wrong side.
Aspen is actually a really kind guy, and he's more worried about the life of the planet rather than worrying about fighting for the right side. He's quiet and mostly keeps to himself, but if he gets angry, there'll be hell to pay.
That's one of over fifty OCs, so there's still plenty to go around. Thank you for the ask! I hope you all enjoy my boy :] You can read more about him on Toyhouse! He'll also be attackable on ArtFight.
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So, in your college au, assuming catnap does end up murdering y/n, why? for what reason would the prototype ask for y/n's execution?, also how would dogday and the others feel? does dogday ever find out who murdered y/n or if he was even murdered? are they just reported missing? does catnap get away with it?, and if he doesn't and dogday ends up finding out, what's his reaction towards his brother's actions? Sorry if this was long I got questions and they need answers😭
ive been thinking about it, and i think that the prototype (which is a demonic entity in this au) wouldn't really have a good reason to command catnap kill y/n.
y/n is good to catnap. you'll see after i finally draw him, but cat is skinny. mans forgets to feed himself, and the red smoke drug throws his mindfulness and metabolism all outta wack. y/n, good friend that they are, reminds catnap to eat. they'll bring him food that they make. they let him "steal" food from their plate at lunch time. (dogday, being a good brother, does these things too, but it's kinda his job so it doesn't make as big of an impact).
the "angel" is keeping his executioner functioning when he can't, so the prototype shouldn't have a reason to want them dead. unless, perhaps, he thought that they were making the executioner soft. that's not the case (he does his job just fine regardless of any growing attachments), but if it were and catnap was slacking...
the prototype would take over. he'd have his acolytes send catnap a very high dosage of the red smoke drug, allowing the demon to take hold of him fully. catnap would black out.
the next morning, he startles awake in bed to the sound of his brother's cry of anguish. he goes into the kitchen to see dogday clutching his phone to one ear, hunched over and crying. the canid can't speak through his tears for a long while. catnap stands awkwardly, waiting for him to speak as the dread creeps up his spine.
catnap's heart stops with dogday's stuttered admission of what has him so upset; y/n is dead. the police found them this morning.
the feline says nothing, does nothing, but feels the sting in his eyes, tears on his face, and the impact of his brother's arms solidly embracing him.
why...why would the prototype do this? there was no reason to kill the angel, they hadn't done anything wrong, they weren't in the way, hadn't crossed him, there shouldn't have...
he doesn't understand.
when he goes to the bathroom later to freshen up, catnap notices the small flecks of blood under his claws. he feels like throwing up.
but he doesn't. he washes the blood away, and leaves the bathroom.
catnap remains as silent as he always has. he says nothing when he and dogday are inevitably questioned by the police (as two people who were close to y/n), the grief (and the prototype's voice) rendering him unable to even write out a response. they let him go, accepting his alibi. he was home all evening, of course.
he attends the funeral in a daze. he stands and watches the casket be lowered into the ground, far away from his body. he can still feel the fog of the prototype's influence hovering in the back of his mind.
for the first time in a long time, catnap's faith in his god is shaken.
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dogday is never the same after y/n's death. the light in his eyes is gone. after the funeral, he isolates himself, only leaving to attend class and complete errands. he barely speaks to his friends, though they continue to visit him and offer their support.
eventually, each of the critters is murdered by catnap at the behest of the prototype. these murders are completed by a much colder and less caring catnap, who, after y/n's death, has no mercy left to spare (the prototype takes advantage of his vessels' grief to take further control of him).
dogday's reaction to each death becomes angrier and angrier.
he's wanted to find the killer ever since the string of murders started, but now he's searching with a single-minded purpose.
he gets better at wielding a pistol, better at wielding a hunting knife...he takes self defense and fighting classes. dogday slowly turns himself into a weapon.
dogday finally figures out where the cult is hiding. an abandoned mine system in a nature reserve a short drive away from town, converted into a "holy site" and the place where the cult sacrifices their victims. he drives out there to confront their executioner.
when he finds out that it's catnap, his own little brother...it's too late for sentimentality. his friends are gone. the love of his life is gone. countless others have lost their lives to this... this thing wearing his brother's skin.
at this point, the prototype has almost fully possessed catnap. the transference into the felines' body is almost complete, and during this time he is most vulnerable...but still incredibly powerful.
the fight between the dog and cat is climactic and bloody. a clash of claws, knives, and a struggle for dogday's gun. the forest floor beneath the struggle is spattered with blood, both men covered in open wounds.
it's a close battle, but catnap, despite being nearly fully under the prototype's influence, breaks the hold long enough to allow himself to be killed.
it's the least he can do, after all the trouble he's caused.
dogday pulls the trigger. a clean shot through the heart. killing catnap kills the prototype.
dogday glares down at the body that once housed his little brother. there is nothing of him in the battered corpse before him now... aside from the small, satisfied smile on his muzzle.
dogday finally allows himself to break down. he sobs over the many great losses he's suffered. but...but he has to get out of there. the cult members will be there any minute, and he can't be there when they do. he calls from a campsite phone booth to report catnap's body, and leaves it in the woods.
dogday does his best to recover.
months pass. with their god dead, activity from the cult peters out.
#this is a tragic turn for this story to take#this is why yn cant die first#i see this playing out like an old slasher movie since i am in that headspace recently#this stopped weird but i ran outta steam#sc college/slasher au
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/37045873/chapters/96891081
The new chapter is now live! Just about 10k words and introduces the real conflict - one of them, at least. Enjoy!
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So. My partner and I have a holiday tradition where we go to at least one, sometimes multiple, bookstores and buy each other piles of books. It's a fun once-a-year splurge, and so we both usually end up with a great array of new and secondhand books to enjoy throughout the year. We ended up delaying things until Powell's had their Friends and Family sale, and hit up a couple of their locations along with a few other local bookstores. I got some pretty awesome stuff this year, but this has to be my best find:
It's exactly the kind of thing one would use to bait a trap for me (along with assorted cheese and warm, cozy wool socks). I collect field guides, and this one is delightfully niche. I almost put it back after reading the title because I've been trying to cut back a little on adding to my pretty, artistic vintage field guides in favor of up to date books for research. But then I looked inside:
Look at that. This isn't just discussing the general fur patterns and textures of mammal hairs. It's a bunch of microscopic photos of each type of hair of each species listed, showing unique cuticle textures that can be used to identify an animal based on a single hair. I mean, this is one of those areas of nature identification I knew existed but had just never really delved into myself.
Oh, and it's been out of print for ages and is basically impossible to find online. The chances of me finding this again were pretty slim. And for fourteen bucks less 30%? SOLD.
I really appreciate how several canids were included, like the gray wolf, coyote, coydog, German shepherd, and Labrador retriever (really cool to see how the textures of the two domesticated breeds differed!) I can also see where this would be really useful if you have some sort of pack-hunting canids going after livestock and you manage to find a bit of hair; I wonder how many wild species would be exonerated in cases where it's actually domestic or feral dogs causing trouble?
I'm also really intrigued by this note on the porcupine's page. Is it caution over issues identifying porcupine hairs, or did Moore et. al. write an entire study (or book) on reasons to exercise caution when collecting and examining a porcupine's hairs? (Probably best to save the examination for hairs that are not still attached to said porcupine.)
Anyway. This is a really cool addition to the field guide collection that's got me wanting to break out my microscope once I have the book manuscript done and have a little more time.
#field guides#nature#books#wildlife#animals#mammals#fur#hair#microscopes#science#natural history#canids#opossums#hares#porcupines
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✍️ I need to go on a deep dive/doom scroll of your blog, but. S h i f t e r s. Pls. I will give you more werewolves as payment
I somehow convinced myself that you were tired of shifters. This was obviously a lie and do you know how much I want to talk about them. I'm on the verge of recycling an old character to add a new one (maybe a bat-eared fox?). Consider yourself on the shifter taglist because it will come
#have I mentioned Sierra's family is basically all shifters except for her#do raccoons count for shifters. they're canids but#doomscroll sounds cool when it's about my badass blog like. doom scroll as in doom metal#I've been inconsistent but you can hit a lot of my recent longer writing with#rose writ#I'm pretty sure the last scenelet goes up today. or if it doesn't maybe I will make it#yearly writing ask game
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Home. PG 820 - Oh boy here we go
I don't think audience realize how serious the latest page is of Home comic without the dopamine clouding them about more puppies/kittens.
I will update on this when this now added plot if shown more through the public viewing.
So we got a " golden lioness" WRONG despite the Wiki stating the lion was actually golden we have instead ANOTHER black colored character with Pixie dust. No it's not speculated or perceived, it is stated that the Lioness IS golden.
So either Kique forgot, wanted to do an april fools joke in the middle of October or he really is just lazy that he can't even look up a simple Google search of " Golden Lions/Lionesses"
So We got an entity that only aids the Feline kind and not Canids, This means the deity will not associate with other dogs' prayers of any kind but will for the Felidae kind. It is the reason why they’ve received the bow & arrows. To protect their people from said canines, and from the track record I would not be surprised if she is vengeful and possibly judgmental of them.
This character already is an OP character ( OP = overpowering ), one with no flaws or buffers to compete with her powers except she will ghost canids. She can easily destroy the canines by giving the cats the upper and, and be the top of the food chain, she can easily kill a canine if a feline prays for it, cause havoc and whatnot...you see what I am getting here?? heck she can do it without the people's prayers cause she literally just did it twice.
The reason why I stated this?? This is because, on the Latest Home page, Feaf is now bearing a Hybrid from fornicating with Rhovanion instead of aiding Ronja and the tribe. Her having kids isn’t wrong?? But it is unnecessary and irrelevant to the story ( I will get to that in a bit ), it's the fact the Deity did it WITHOUT CONSENT.
Everyone with a brain knows what consent is, even kids, elders, writers, etc. learned to ask something for permission of approval or business with contracts, which is a form of consent. An agreement upon something to happen or commence, The lioness is already trying to ‘ bless’ the pregnancy without even talking to them in a dream or privately to the Taiga.
We have seen Horror media content and writing of this trope and people forcing others to child bear without their knowledge or even up to know about it. That is nightmare fuel. Whose to say The lioness just gives other inter-species couples children without their whereabouts, and not solely on a Male dog with a female cat but a MALE cat and female dog can end up in the same fate cause there is a cat in the mix to bless their spouse to bear.
Like seriously people instead of them working their differences and hurdles, they easily got the situation handled in under 1-3 pages like every conflict kique tries to put in his comic.
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Now on the pregnancy aspect, Feaf becoming pregnant is very irrelevant to the plot of Home. Now Home doesn’t really have a plot after Rogio was saved, it's just broken pieces stitched together and being overinflated with unfinished, reoccurring, and new plot lines. Feaf should NOT be having children for;
1. Feaf and Rhov are two different species.
2. Feaf and Rhovanion barely got the time to get to know each other and grow but now we have this osmosis litter on the way.
3. Rhov and Feaf have not shown them to be good parents to rear as we didn’t have screen time for them to show it. At least Kainen and Raela from Asmundr proved to be good parental figures and individuals.
Rhovanion so far had lied, stayed complacent despite having free reign to search for his family, and tried to get one of the guild members in trouble and/or fired for sneaking off and is very inconsiderate more so forgotten what his tasks were. Feaf has so far been gaslighted 3 times when Rhov stated time and time again that he was leaving to find his family and mate, is also forgetful and inconsiderate of her tasks and if given is willing to do anything Rhovanion asks or initiates to her.
4. There are 4 wars happening in Home so far; Southspear x The Capitol, Ranach x Meteor, Ranach x The Capitol, and Rohgir.
5. The deity is being rather inconsiderate and unfair, since Raimo and Zaharia were already an interspecies couple who lost their Son. If the golden lioness was that powerful they should have revived Zilas or led to a spirit that can do it. Rogio did it for Kargo despite his body being burned…. Why not Zilas???
6. Kique is only doing this to have a reason for Rhovanion and Feaf to stay in one spot instead of going to Ronja or Jahla. It's also obviouse he doesn't know what to do with Feaf or Rhov except be parents, when they could...oh - I don't know, GO AND SAVE RONJA FROM THE RAID WITH ASMUNDR!!!!
7. The author is out of ideas and boredom while also trying to bring more audiences.
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If you stated “ WelL FEaf GrAB tHe FeATher sO ShE CoNSenTEd “ if that’s the case it is STILL wrong for the spirit basically deceive Feaf to grab the feather and not know the consequences, again they did not disclose that to Feaf. Rhov and Feaf probably didn’t even know what it meant and Rhovanion is not one to dabble on cultural deity knowledge.
If Feaf did know about it, then it’s scummy on her cause she just hid something important that Rhov should definitely know about. Kids and pregnancy should not be a tool/leverage to keep someone from leaving you.
" MaYbE thEy WAntEd iT” WHERE IS IT!!!, WHERE’S THE PROOF!?. You can’t have this left field and expect people to accept it and not be confused. No where has Feaf nor Rhov had discussed nor thought about having kids. THEY BOTH AGREED TO JOIN THE GUILD. which states they can not have mates nor children ( although the guild rules are just bluntly stupid ) so they already knew from start of that and didn't express concerns...especially Rhov who is the one to question stuff.
At this point the deities and spirits in Home are a parody and NOT taking seriously of moral, consequences and the dangers. The characters are literally heavily plot armored and the beings are second thought of a joke in worldbuilding.
#kique#asmundrhome#home#home comic#kique7#kiquenordin#asmundr#asmundrcomic#kique nordin#bad dog comics#dog comic#bad comic art#yikes#questionable content#questionable decisions#questionable choices#nonconsensual Deity#like bruh come on#get the fuck out of that planet#like seriously#get out
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