ohh these are cute <3

well.. well... well...
but it can be. And it is!

"...I got a new style! And a few new toys that are gonna put an end to your 'happily ever after', once and for all!"

anyways, very cute! ! I absolutely adore Spinel, there is just something so endearing about her character that I can't exactly describe.

Yes ^^ She is such an interesting character :3

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He's adorable <3

wow she looks lovely! <3

oh hello yes I would love to jump mc in

is river based off of a g reaser

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Hey, thanks for the question BD, No actually he is based off of my personality! I basically just put my self into an oc that dose look similar to me but he isn't me. His 70's hair style came from me wanting to change his hair because it looked to similar to everyone else's hair in the inhumans band.

edit: lmao I forgot to add that I made River way before the making of the band group.

do you do customs?

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username: zippo
name: Morana 'the goddess of winter and death' Ercan 'brave soul/life'
gender: appears feminine
shadow's name: Omisha 'spirit of birth and death'
how did they end up running a graveyard? (100-300 words): It was a family business, one she never really understood. She never understood her mothers' fascination with death until she was the one being buried, that is what sparked her own icy curiosity with the afterlife. The Ercan residency, fit with its own morgue and crematory, business partners with multiple flower shops - her own father was the craft behind their luxurious coffins. Upon her parents death, she took over the family business with a newfound pride. However she was only the Ercan heir for a few years - her dreams of expanding crushed as she was killed in an accident. Then Omisha was formed, a shadow born from the hope of death - and from Omisha came Morana, who took on the roles of the human Omisha sprang from. Morana runs her own graveyard, known as the Ercan Catacombs - where broken and lifeless dolls may find peace, or may lie in wait until a shadow for them is born.


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username: aethillie
name: egret
gender: female
shadow's name: spades
how did they end up running a graveyard? (100-300 words): wip creepy story

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saying words like "goodbye" and "i'm sorry"
were never easy. things were easier said by
placing a small bouquet of purple hyacinths
on a grave. she pays her respects and gives
them a good place to rest. that's her job.
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🌺 how did she end up running a graveyard?

indenthyacinthe tells herself that she wouldn't expect anything from anyone anymore. however, these sorts of promises are always
easier said than done, and at the end of the day, she slings jinian from her shoulders, scooping in the last few shovels of dirt over a
grave. she's tired - the dark crescents under her eyes show as much - but she doesn't falter in her work. it's strange, because although
she had always hated emotions like attachment, she can't help but learn about the stories of the bodies that had been left behind at
the grave.

indentattachment came hand in hand with abandonment, but in this case, it was okay, because these bodies were never acquainted
with hyacinthe from the start. she was just a doll who was given this work, and until the moment when her ball-jointed limbs wouldn't
be able to move, she would continue to dig graves for the people at rest. she knew people in this line of work; it was only natural for
hyacinthe to help out in a graveyard and dig graves, right?

indentthat had been the case at first, until the humans left her all alone to tend to the graves by herself. it had been a hobby then, but
it is now something she has to do in order to pass the time. what else would a small doll be able to do in a grave?

indentit wasn't as though working at a graveyard was terrible. she owned the place, now that the humans were gone. jinian would keep
her company, and although hyacinthe couldn't quite recall where she had picked up her shovel, it had always been by her, and she had
never questioned it. jinian was a reminder for hyacinthe, a memory from the past when she didn't apologize to the graves.

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indentshe had been shoveling dirt until she noticed that tempestus had come
once again. a small bouquet of purple and blue hyacinths lay at her dainty feet,
waiting patiently for the doll with porcelain-white skin to finish her task. her
dull eyes flickered towards tempestus's direction once, and as hyacinthe looked
at the spirit, she continued to dig.

indent"still hard at work, hyacinthe?" the spirit asked questioningly, taking a
few hops towards her direction before finally deciding to settle down on one of
the graves that the doll had just completed. her stormy gray eyes narrowed at
tempestus, and upon noticing her expression, he raised his hands as though he
had been suspected of committing a crime. "hey now, don't look at me like that.
i didn't do anything wrong, hyacinthe. i just wanted to come and see how you
were handling yourself."

indent"... i appreciate your concern, but it's not needed," hyacinthe finally said
after a moment of silence, wincing at a squeak that had left her throat. there
was only silence at the graveyard, and since hardly anyone hung around the
place, there was no need for hyacinthe to use her voice at all. she knew that
tempestus understood every aspect of her condition and often stopped by as
a result, but that didn't mean that she enjoyed it when he stayed. "can you
leave? i have work to do, and i can't do my job if you're here distracting me
like this."
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indent"sorry, sorry," tempestus commented, sounding not sorry at all. he shifted around on the grave that he had been perching on,
creating a sound of discomfort from the back of his throat as he rummaged around in his pockets before pulling out a strand of heather.
upon first glance, hyacinthe could tell that it was slightly withered, and before she could scoff, the spirit threw the sprig of heather
towards her. she raised a questioning eyebrow at tempestus, and he shrugged his shoulders, kicking his legs back and forth from his
seat. "purple heather. need i explain myself any further?"

indenthyacinthe didn't say anything at first, instead opting to set jinian gently down onto the ground before picking up the purple
flower that had fallen by her feet. she frowned and turned around, spinning the sprig between her thumb and index finger. "solitude
and admiration. but why, tempestus? what are you trying to tell me?"

indent"nothing much. morgana says hi. anyways, she wants to let you know that this sort of life isn't healthy for you, even if you're
okay with it," tempestus said, letting out a small sigh as he hopped down from his seat on the grave and gestured towards the pile
of purple hyacinths that lay nearby. flower still clutched tightly in her hand, hyacinthe bent down to pick up her shadow shovel when
tempestus spoke up again. "your strength is admirable because it has kept you on your feet long after the humans had left this grave,
but you can't apologize to these corpses forever. it's not your fault that they died."

indent"perhaps not, but i think it's the least i can do out of respect," hyacinthe argued, her small porcelain fists tightening around
jinian in mounting frustration. she shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind, and as she took a deep breath, she started to dig
again. "i might as well apologize to them in place of whoever - or whatever - wronged them. i know the stories that no one else
does.

indent"although i know that i most certainly do not have to apologize to these people, i think that i should anyways."
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is it bad this reminds me of Detroit-
but other than that i love it :0

carriço wrote:is it bad this reminds me of Detroit-
but other than that i love it :0

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ahh thANKE : DD

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it looks amazing

SQUEEEEE DAWWWWW ouo I SHIP IT.

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this is super cute!! <3 I'm in love with those eyes *o* <3<3

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this is super cute!! <3 I'm in love with those eyes *o* <3<3