Not going extinct!

Somehow, some way, I hit 200 followers and as thanks, I would like to give a shout-out to a handful of roleplayers who helped make this happen! If it weren’t for them, I probably wouldn’t have stuck with Panne as long as I have so I want you lovely folks to give these fine people some applause for being sweet muns, grand roleplayers, and all-in-all fun to write with!

Here are my honorable mentions: 

necrowmancing: This mun was one of the first people I roleplayed with when I first began Panne. We bonded over terrible puns, wrote some sappy threads, and talked about Henry’s development. If it weren’t for them, I probably wouldn’t love Henry as much as I do or feel as confident about me writing Panne. The mun opened the gateway to all kinds of fun interactions and if it weren’t our first thread, I guarantee this blog would’ve been dead without them so they earn the biggest ball of love from me.

reasonablefear: The first Yarne blog to follow me and interact. I screeched to the top of my lungs when they shot an OOC ask about some fluffy parent-son shenanigans and like a huge dork, I couldn’t resist. The mun is a huge darling and is always trying to improve their writing. Their Yarne is a very thoughtful but sad little bunny whose trying to move past his painful memories. The mun was also one of the first people I wrote with and definitely helped pushed this blog forward in activity. 

enterthevaike: Then this jerk showed up and reminded me of all the ships I had for Panne. I am kidding. The mun is a whirlwind of laughter and fun. They have fantastic headcanons, great choice in characters as they handled more than just this blog, and writes each one with a deep understanding how they work. I was and still am eager to write with them every chance I get because our interactions are either terribly hilarious or terribly embarrassing for one of our characters. Hopefully that’ll never end.

cowardly-taguel: This ball of adorableness continues to lighten my day with our fluffy interactions as parent and son. They send me ridiculous messages, I torment their Yarne with embarrassing questions and situations, and overall admire how much love they put towards this dorky character. I am invigorated with energy every time they are on my dash and damned if that ever stops. So much love goes to this darling because for whatever reason they chose me as their Panne Mom. Precious child. 

exaltedruler: I have to put this roleplayer down because they are the master of thought-provoking emotions. Every thread I have seen done with them is beautifully written with intricate monologues to how their Chrom feels. Definitely a writer who encourages me to lay awake at night on how horribly tragic our characters really are. The mun is a delight and while I haven’t known them for very long, I am never unfollowing. They are on my dash forever. 

inmemoratus: A fantastic interpretation of the tactician, this mun turns me into a emotionally compromised mess with the possible scenarios their character builds towards, and if that wasn’t enough of a boast, the mun can write like no tomorrow. Their sentence structures, choice of vocabulary, the fluidity of their writing— I could go on for days how perfect their writing is and how much I deeply admire it. If there is anyone whose looking for a great multi-para partner, look no further; this mun who you want. 

Those are the six I am promoting for this Follow Forever. I wish I could go on forever about the wonderful people I follow and write with but I’d clog up the dash with my gushing. But they’re will plenty more (hopefully) promos down the road where each of you gorgeous and sweet people can know how much I appreciate you, respect you, and just love to read and write with you.

There’s two hundred of you right now and for whatever reason you stuck with me this far. I can’t ask for more out of a hobby like this but you folks deliver some fantastic experiences. May that never change. 

"Poison, in a sense," she corrected, thinking on how to explain this to him. "Our bodies cannot digest it properly so we get sick. It’d be like how if humans ate raw meat, they’d throw up. It’s not poisonous like what the humans brew, the kind that kills quickly, but simply makes us very ill. You might have a stronger stomach for a human diet, though."

He was half-human so he may have gained his father’s immunity to some foods and herbs. It was hard to say though without him trying the harder to digest meals. But if he could manage it, he’d do well to survive with his father’s people. He’d be able to eat their meals without complaint and adjust to the cities far better than she ever could. ‘Course Panne wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted for him.

Cute xD Banjos though, so awesome!

//ooc: He wanted one so badly and he got an amazing deal on one yesterday ;u; His instructor tuned it for him today so he’s been practicing on it since he got home and it is the epitome of adorableness.

misogynistxc replied to your post://ooc:  Sitting here, listening to the man-wench…

oh good then lon’qu doesn’t have to feel bad about ending the race by turning her only son gay. <3

//ooc: or maybe I’ll have him be an only child in your verse. dun duun duuuun. 

forgiveness-and-stains replied to your post://ooc:  Sitting here, listening to the man-wench…

[YARNE WAITS FOR NEW SIBLINGS]

"We may look almost human but our bodies digest different foods than they do. Potatoes are…" her nose scrunched up as she tried to figure out a way to say it. Mirirel told her the answer to such a curious question before but now she could not remember it. Too many big words for her to recount the exact reason; she’d have to paraphrase. "….gross, as the humans would say." It was not the perfect answer but it’ll do.

Yarne was everything she was ever wanted. He was her family. Her child. Her legacy. And he was so perfect. He looked so much like her, beyond the markings and the fur. His face sharpened and wild like hers but his eyes did remind her of her mate’s. It was not the shade that was reminiscent of his but the look. So human, so full of emotion. so loving. 

It caused Panne’s heart to seize up. Constricted. And as he looked up to her again, those eyes upon her, she hugged him tighter.

"I am happy, too, kit. I am happy to have met you. I am happy you are here. And I know there will be no greater happiness in my life." She pulled back from the hug to touch his cheek. Her calloused fingers traced his markings and his chin, memorizing her child’s face. Her lips parted for a moment as though she were going to say something else but she stopped. 

She let go of her kit and turned her gaze back to the food.

"Uh, you're too kind mom-" The half-taguel smile and soon felt his eyes widening slightly when his mother started touching his face (maybe it was some taguel ritual he never got to learn!) and wondered if he was supposed to do the same, like some sort of mutual exchange of attention between mother and son? He slightly tilted his head to a side when Panne opened her mouth, but when no sound came out and she turned around he just let it be: it wasn't easy for either of them to get used to this all, but at least he got her smiling, right? That was more than good! (And he got a hug. A hug.)