#|| Breaking the ice || Answered

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

probably will be FORCED by Pomp And Circumstance to go to the CLOWN HOSPITAL, for a CLOWN INJURY (may or may not be An ALLEGEDLY Fractured Foot...a MOURNFUL MALADY incurred in the most PATHETIC and LAPSIDAISICAL Fashion of TRAGICALLY UNFASHIONABLY Events......

Anyway. Forgot what I was saying. Buy me 1/25th of an x-ray or whatnot I guess

[traincarsandstars]

There is a sleeping Bailu curled up at her work station with her granite pestle still in her hands. She worked hard today.

[wxvzkk]

wait why am i lowk getting obsessed with tumblr 💔💔

[nixie-deangel]

@phisworld14 who asked for 🍷🍷💔:

🍷 Jake's family causes the hangster break up

“Thank you,” Jake breathes, soft and full of gratitude as he stands to shake Mav’s hand. “Really. I know I’m…” He pauses as he struggles to find the right words but comes up blank. “I just. Thank you.” Dropping Mav’s, he moves to take Kazansky’s but lets his own fall back to his side when the older man makes no move to take his.

💔 icemav break up / icedad

“You know if you wanted to get back with him, I wouldn’t….be, uh. Well. I wouldn’t try to stand in your way or kick up a fuss or anything, pops.”  Bradley blurts out suddenly and Tom can’t help his instant response to choke on the sip of coffee he’d been about to swallow over it.

Make Nixie Write!

[glacialswordsman]

honestly abyss lumine thinks her brother has lost his marbles. what's even in the teyvat drinking water.

Oh, Archons, not this one too.

[madrcams]

@koopzilla cont. [ ✦ ]:

His pug snout flattened and then flicked itself back into place.

"Watch it! That's sensitive."

" My bad! Didn't mean to push too hard! "

But she reaches out for his nose yet again- however only gives it a very gentle, surface pat where she'd previously booped. Sorry!

... she's still openly snickering in amusement, though. Little stinker.

[myristicisms]

miriam, is it true your type is super super ugly fugly men??? *insert those weird edits of dante's face*

Fine eyebrows furrow, confusion glimmering within cerulean eyes before she bites back a soft groan. The edits in question certainly do make her tastes look less than superb but... “ Ugly? I mean... Maybe a little scruffy and pathetic but ugly? Hm... Hey! Wait no! My type is not ugly men! It's pathetic losers which I fear is worse. ”

[townofcadence]

It's time for Artair's favorite guy, Poosuke Yosuke to appear :]

".....Why do you look like a low-quality jpeg of yourself?"

[normaltothemax]

Intervention Starters “Drop your weapon.” (jason but here we are. ooooh the drama)

Anger tinted green, shining out through his eyes, making them glow that toxic, neon hue of the Pit.

Now, Jason liked to think he was a pretty patient guy. He could handle a lot of shit hurled his way. But there was something about John goddamn Winchester that just managed to get under his skin, since the second he’d met him. It wasn’t even anything he’d said to Jason that’d set him off, but the buildup of every word that’d come out of his mouth and been directed towards Dean. Cutting remarks, condescension, so much bullshit that’d only served to piss Jason off more and more.

Still, he’d kept his mouth shut, because Dean was a grown-ass man who could fight his own battles and this was between him and his father.

But then John took it a step too far. He fucking dared to lay a hand on Dean. Grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back against a wall in their own fucking home. Jason was there in an instant, the barrel of a gun pressed against John’s temple, the only thing stopping him from pulling the trigger being Dean’s presence.

Pit or no Pit, he didn’t like to kill abusers in front of the people they hurt, if he could help it.

Just like that, the Pit had swallowed Jason whole, brought with it that familiar, serene certainty that what he was doing was right. “Do you have any idea what I do to pieces of shit like you that like to throw their kids around?” His voice was quiet, cold, and completely calm. Jason wasn’t here anymore; this was the Red Hood out in full force.

“Drop your weapon.”

Dean’s voice cut loudly through the whispers of the Pit, the ones telling him to do it, pull the trigger, make him pay, he deserved it. Jason didn’t look away from his target, but he did hesitate. This was the right thing to do, he knew that. The Pit had told him so. So why was Dean defending him?

“Dean…”

@therebetterbepie (x)

[prevailinghatred]

@suckmybearings​

He’s just minding his own business, looking over some digital paperwork in his office, when the computer on his desk abruptly begins playing the tune at the near limits of its speakers. Seems he’d forgotten to turn it down, or perhaps whomever was hijacking his device had also cranked the volume. In any case, Megatron’s concentration on his work is utterly shattered, and he nearly jumps out of his plating with surprise.

He lurched to his computer, trying to see where the music could be coming from  — did he leave a tab open and it’s an ad, or? — but no. It appeared to be a file that was uploaded and remotely played from his desktop. He supposed it could’ve been worse, as cyberattacks go. And the song wasn’t half bad, either, he reluctantly supposed. Whoever this was, they had decent taste.

He muted his speakers for a moment so he could answer his comm, which was flashing on his arm with an incoming message from Soundwave.

“Yes, I already know there’s been a breach,” Megatron interjected, before Soundwave could even open his mouth. “Don’t terminate the connection yet. I have something to return the favor...”

And with that, he sat down at his computer and opened a file of his own, which he then sent back over their temporary two-way connection. Luckily for whomever this was, they had caught him in an agreeable mood...

[ink--theory]

Carpal tunnel got ya too?

yeah and you got these two pieces of shit mainly to blame! ^_^

[royalreef]

☕ + land folks cutlery vs merfolks

In-character rants - Accepting

"Oh, landfolk cutlery is so novel! There is so much to speak upon when it comes to it — there is such a variety in the foods of which they have specialized utensils for, foods which we have nothing at all like back home, and foods which we eat in entirely different manners! Things like oysters and crabs have so much more work dedicated to them inland, with such variety of methods to brute force the meat upon the inside out, which my people would never require! We have claws and teeth and jaws, and are quite a bit more delicate in how we handle it, that we need not mangle the flesh on the inside so dreadfully...

But then I have still seen landfolk extract whole chunks of meat with exquisite skill regardless! It is marvelous, the way in which it is suited for their hands, the way it allows them to approximate what is natural to us...

And spoons! It is so fascinating to see spoons which are used to move liquids up to the mouth! And from great distances as well, all without spilling a drop! My people have things like spoons as well — our own names are more suitable to the category, but, well — but so often they are bladed upon the edges because they are used to scoop up solid, soft flesh into round balls or long ribbons. I had never seen nor thought that someone would want to do the same with liquid, and to have it free-flowing like that! There are some liquids which my people do eat, things which are much thicker than seawater than your soups, of course, which are not so readily soluble into the water, but usually we keep them in packets, so it is easier to carry them to the mouth and have them burst open there...

But there is also so much we have that the land does not! The land has nothing to prioritize being able to get the marrow out of the smallest crevices of bone, nor are there appetizer skewers which to serve living finger foods upon, and more of our forks and such have forked ends, to stop them from sliding off... There is nothing which to pull a hermit crab nor snail out of its shell in one piece, and there is so much less variety in knives available at the table, picks for your teeth are so much rarer in formal settings, you do not see anything upon how to remove the pen from a squid nor prop up meats where they will not be knocked over if you try to pull a difficult piece out... And your handles are so fine and delicate, such beautiful little trinkets! Maybe merfolk handles have more space to do more with, and certainly they are easier to hold onto, but there is something so charming about the fragility of it all, the delicate nature of them, like holding onto spun glass or a piece of a jellyfish's bell!

It is so wonderful, really!! I adore them so much, they are so charming to see upon display or in another's lithe fingers!"

[thanatologie]

@spitedriven - "I've been thinking about your goals for lichdom, Emmrich, and have some questions for you. If you want to talk about it, that is."

“How did you-”  He stops short, eyes closing in exasperation a moment.  “Of course-  Harding.”  

Discrete is perhaps not the word he'd choose, if ever asked to describe Lace Harding.  Honest, yes.  Uplifting, certainly.  Someone whose friendship he cherishes greatly, and he'll admit that with no hesitation.  Keeping a secret secret, however…

Well, that cat is officially out of the proverbial bag, at least as far as Lucanis and Spite are concerned, so there's no sense in playing coy.  He draws himself up, to his full height, clasping his hands before him in a way that strives to look above reproach.  Oh, he's sure the others are going to have thoughts on his impending lichdom.  Of course they will, he supposes it's hard not to at least be curious.  It's the condemnation - the judgement from those who simply do not understand - that concerns him.  Especially those that he's come to call friends.

“I thought you might.  I intended to explain once-”  Once all is said and done.  Once he's achieved lichdom, come through fire and blood and pain and emerged victorious over that which haunts his every waking moment.  Once he's finally conquered death.  Alas, it seems that carefully planned reveal is not to be, at least not for Lucanis.  For Spite.

He glances down a moment, at his hands, before lifting his gaze once more, chin angled slightly higher as though in defiance, jaw set.

“I can assure you, it's an avenue I've considered quite carefully over the years, and you needn't worry.  Upon completion I will not be a corpse puppeted by an errant spirit, but wholly and completely possessed of myself.”

[adrift-in-thyme]

Hello :3 I’m Plink. Can we be friends? I read and re-read all of your Legend whumptober works and ever since then have thought you are a very cool person and I would very much like to be your friend :3 Also I heard you watched FMAB? I was the Anon who talked about the representation in what body parts were taken in the process of human transmutation (if you remember that ask XD) Who is your favorite character? Is it too forward to just ask to be friends?

Hi Plink!! I remember your tags on my Legend whumptober works! I still reread them now! They always put a grin on my face. Whumping a blorbo is fun, but seeing someone else enjoy it too? That makes it one hundred percent better

I would love to be friends!!!

Of course I remember that ask! I still think about it now! I even shared it with my brother after I convinced him to watch fmab and he was like “oh gosh wow I never thought of that” and we just sat there in silence thinking about it for a minute lol.

My favorite character is Ed! I love every character tbh (even the villains are fun to hate lol), but that angry little gremlin crawled into my heart and refused to leave XD

Who’s yours?

[liuisi]

honestly i dont think ive ever felt more like a stereotypical uni student than i have this weekend

[glacialswordsman]

@inblazes | unprompted.

“What have I done to you to deserve this—RECENTLY.”