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INTRODUCING GUZ (gooz, sometimes Goose for fun)

She's a resident evil 8 lycan oc that people from Nobody's Dead AU may or may not recognize. 🧡 Guzgan is the name Karl gave her as a nickname (it means muskrat. He named her smelly) and she just keeps. Anja named her Gretchen!! Guz does not use Gretchen. Anja is throwing a tantrum about it

Basically her lore is that she's too small to really hunt for herself so Good Girl Anja ( @dragabond 's oc who the re8 Fandom fucking ADORES) saw her and was like "ur mine now" and took her home. Anja and Guz are girlfriends 🧡🧡🧡 lesbian werewolves. Lycan and varcolac size difference my beloved

She never appeared in Go Tell Aunt Rhody (Nobody's Dead) fic besides an offhand reference afaik, but she exists in the au, just not like. To the front. But Anja is big trans lesbian woof woof and we all stan

Guz also makes a solid appearance in Cookie Run Insert AU where she's one of the other cookies found down where Shadow Milk was. Her cookie name is tentatively Muskrat Cookie, and she's a wolf mold cookie. Which are literally just wolfy cookies. Wahooooooo

Khloe likes LOTS of different kinds of music but she was definitely a Fall Out Boy, MCR, Panic!At the Disco, Evanescence, Three Days Grace, etc etc listener when she was young and it has carried into her adulthood. Sleep Token has kind of become her new obsession but she also is a fan of what's popular.

For the playlist for the skwad, I made this! <3 (THANK YOU FOR ASKING!)

This was such a fun commission 😊 it took much longer than I wanted it to thanks to a horrible art block, but I finally got past it, and look how pretty!! Hope you love it, @omalahsocs ♥️

He stiffens, startled by the sudden question and presence from somewhere much lower down beside him. “Personality quizzes…?” He squinted, a reflexive thinking expression despite his lack of optics.

The door Tonton knocked upon led into the Silent Stalker's communal area via it's air-lock port. Redstrike had suggested it to them as an entrance the last time they met as he knew the communal area was usually inhabited by at least one member of their little crew/family. And indeed it was Batgotti who heard it, sitting quietly in the cushioned alcove of the communal space with a tiny sparkling Redstrike napping in his lap.

He was careful as he got up, shifting Redstrike up and holding him against his shoulder with a practiced movement that was so seamless the little serpent didn't so much as stir. He answered the door and blinked at the mech standing there before he smiled politely behind his mask and quietly said, "Hello there, how may I assist you?" he asked. He paused a moment to bounce and settle Redstrike on his shoulder, stroking over his back as he gave a quiet sigh through his vents.

The villagers that were out and about in the Southern Lands would easily spot a dark form rushing over the hills and valleys they lived in; a huge, wingless drake with deep, dark scales raced across the ground, wind swirling rapidly around him to help him run at speeds nearly impossible for most creatures. Despite the pace he was moving at, no damage was done to the ground or plantlife, dodging trees and boulders with fluid ease.

Volos’ pace slowed as he began approaching the line of a dense, dark forest, eventually coming to a stop barely a full body length from the trees. Snorting repeatedly as he worked to catch his breath, his huge, long ears twitched and swivelled, his gaze studying the forest. Another whirling, sweeping gust of wind wrapped around his form, and by the time it died, he stood in his human form, a looming seven feet tall.

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He smiles compassionately at her queue to compliment him, and continues to shuffles his cards, more for primitive habit and sensual comfort than willing to offer her more of her private Destiny. “I thank thee,” murmurs he, too.

“The Truth is indeed difficult to ascertain if thou art ounce’d of tender Singularity; better to watch cartoons and mind thine sugary snacks and drinks, if thou art bodily able,” advises he, and winks stunningly for a pretty laugh. “A comfort that comes for me in my red threads is: the Truth wilt ne’er change, nor leave, if thine face is turn’d away from it. Life is lived and learned and loved without constant surprisal or vigilance. Live thine life,” says Roland softly, and puts down his cards and drinks his coffee, watching her.