Linyang Zhang

waiting for someone to throw twenty snowballs at me

@ellette-giselle

Biscuit and Soldier sat down by Alpha’s foot, looking up at him with the most pleading, dark brown puppy eyes you can imagine. Alpha glanced at them, looked away, and then glanced at them again as Biscuit whined softly.

“Oh, alright, but don’t tell Emmie about this,” Alpha knelt down, surrendering his sandwich to the two puppies.

@hybridlore

Emmie took the puppy from Alpha, cradling it in her arms as if it were a baby. “What do you want to name her?”

“You name it, I don’t care.” Alpha crossed his arms indignantly.

“Fine, if that’s your attitude about it, her name is Biscuit and the other one is Soldier.”

“Warrior, not Soldier,” Alpha objected.

“I thought you didn’t ca…

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@the_lost-journal

Sorry, I have been reading your first posts, but I have had a lot on my mind, and I kinda wanted to enter a charrie. Most of my charries ate fantasy or sci-fi so…kinda hard to find one with no inhuman or supernatural abilities that I was willing to send forth. So I dug back to the days that I wrote historical fic

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plus another who was kidnapped and experimented on and trained as a little child

which mentally messed him up enough that he acts like a little kid

meanwhile I have a charrie who watched his family die, his home destroyed and his clan wiped out

another who never knew what it was to be a kid, who killed people from an early age

and another who was created in a lab with mental links to his brothers who were all killed, brothers he watched being created and even named…plus his father is the…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

Alpha need a lot of perspective reorientation. Actually I have a close friend who once reacted to a puppy in a very similar way, haha 😝 He even used the word scrawny.

Lol

@ellette-giselle

I’m glad you like him. I’ve tried hard to make him an interesting charrie.

Yeah, I get that. It makes sense. Baron was a solo, sometimes duo for the Bloodsilver, so large teams aren’t his usual thing.

@ellette-giselle snowball x10

@whalekeeper

I’m hit!

PUPPY SCENE TIME!!!!!!! I’ll continue it later
108 words

Alpha eyed Emmie suspiciously as she came towards him holding a basket, a smile on her face. “Surprise!” She showed him the contents of the basket, where two little puppies lay sleeping together. “Aren’t they adorable? They’re such cute little things!” she exclaimed,…

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@calyhuge

Cool!

@whalekeeper

Wait how?

You mentioned in Fantasy/Modern School AU RP that Alpha needed an emotional support dog. Don’t worry, Alpha will be getting some puppies but Nahim gets Bear 🙂

@highscribeofaetherium @ellette-giselle

Thanks.

@highscribe

Is the Protection Squad still watching me?

Don’t ask why I’m asking

@ellette-giselle

Thank you.

@highscribeofaetherium

Here’s a scene to cheer you up 🙂

Nahim was quiet when he was in the barracks after the loss of Caspian. Much of his time was spent more in the training pods, or in the ship’s gardens. Alone. Not even Mandin kept him company. When it came time to call his therapist, he was cold, and almost c…

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@highscribeofaetherium @loopylin

In the mood for a Chase snippet?

Snap. The tiny sound caught Chase’s attention. He turned, pulling the brim of his ranger hat down so that it blocked his eyes from view. “Come out.”

Kat, knowing she was caught, slowly rose from her poise in the brush. “Hi, Chase,” She greeted him sheepishly.

“W-what do you th-t…

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@jonas @raxforge

I’ll think I’ll add Jenny with Baron.

@loopylin

XD

@loopy @Andrew

Baron (Brutus)—with Felicity’s band, Elderstrand

As Brutus lept to another rooftop, his peripheral vision caught movement. He slightly slowed, seeing a braid and the edge of a tan skirt as someone tried to hide behind a corner. He halted, before leaping down…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle

Whatever the case, Leon was secretly glad he was gone.

I was honestly not expecting that.

Is Baron really that bad?

@raxforge @theshadow @freed_and_redeemed @the_lost-journal

Ah! You all hit me with a snowball!

So I wrote a short story

The True Magic of Christmas
 

December 25th, 1914.

I dread the date. Usually I would be at home, home with little Henry and Mum, but not this year. I will miss them more than usual tomorrow. Oh, if only this war had never…

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