#teep

And shes done! Its your fashion icon, mushroom whisperer and technomancher. Im so happy with her and my trio of blackrock yogdolls is complete!

Thanks for all the kind tags and and reblogs, this certainly wont be the last doll i do, in fact i have another couple already in the works 😀

Bonus trio!

Presented without further context:

Rythian:

4:25pm … I am the martyr of this TGI Friday's.

Zoey:

4:59 p.m. I finish writing the alphabet on both napkins. There's room for more abecedaries, but I feel self-conscious that a server other than Gabby—who would understand—will catch me scribbling them out and think I am insane.

5:00 p.m. Or that I have a beautiful mind!

Briony:

2:31 p.m.? Extended fantasy sequence.

Kirsty:

3:32 p.m. Paranoia seeps in. I send a text message to Max to ask if the offer of a free week's vacation is "a trick somehow," since Gawker Media has no formal vacation policy. He responds, "Nope." I write back, "If it's a trick, I will be your enemy for life." He says "Would never trick you." It's definitely a trick.

Duncan:

9:23 p.m. I keep thinking I hear people say "Caity." I write down in my notebook that I am "definitely hallucinating."

Teep:

9:36 p.m. A waiter tries to give me another table's Boneless Buffalo Wings. Do not tempt me, Satan.

Nilesy:

4:17 p.m. I discover that grinding sea salt over the mozzarella sticks makes them more palatable.

4:18 p.m. I over-salt the sticks.

Ravs:

5:37 p.m. I receive a text message from a friend and am so excited I drop my phone in marinara sauce as I scramble to pick it up.

Zylus:

1:45 p.m. I ask Gabby if she's had the mozzarella sticks, and what does she think of them? She tells me "They're good." Gabby and I are not yet good enough friends that we can be honest with one another.

Daltos:

6:20 p.m. A girl who looks to be about four years old walks into the dining room wearing bright orange lipstick, and the hostess gives her crayons. She is my only rival for command of this TGI Friday's.

Gilbert:

6:57 p.m. I am still being ignored. I don't care. This is a standoff. I don't even WANT mozzarella sticks.

6:59 p.m. The sticks are inevitable, though. Like death, they will find me.

HM Rythian and Zoey Leaving Newpool:

1:00 a.m. TGI'm Not at that Goddamn Friday's Anymore.

HM Rythian:

8:42 p.m. A sixth plate of mozzarella sticks is delivered to my table. Everyone sees this terrible thing happening and no one is doing anything to stop it.

ok last animation for a while. it's a dumb one, sorry LOL

our blackrock story carries on ⛏️🍄

individual transparents under the cut for higher quality hopefully

for @familiar-shore for the @mcyt-winter-of-mf!!

Ship: Rythian/Zoeya Wordcount: 5.5k

Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, First Kisses, Unmasking Scenes, Love Confessions, Post-Canon.

Summary:

Rythian, Zoey, and Teep settle around a campfire in the Twilight Forest. Things are new and uncertain - but some things never change. Like how Zoey is good at asking Rythian awkward questions. He tells the truth. She meets him halfway. Things reach a boiling point. Teep is relieved these idiots have finally figured something out. --- --- --- Or: a boy and a girl, and how they finally fall together.