#*sticks m leggy out* yo

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{ sticks out m leggy real far !! yo nerd whaddup i just wanted to say happy birthday and i hope u have a good day bc u deserve it !! ily !! }

harley!!! ahh ur so sweet thank you!!! i hope ur day is good too!! <3

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Rules: 1. Always post these rules 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. Write 11 questions of your own. 4. Tag 11 people.

I was tagged by @andordamerons!!!!!

Would you rather toss yoda into the sun or push kylo into the lava pits of mustafar? yo fuck kylo ren he can fuckin burn but also he’d probably be thrilled to burn on mustafar like his grandad so i’ll burn him somewhere else

Whats your favorite padme outfit? the rainbow lake gown, it’s so pretty i die every time i see it

Out of all the alien species in pop culture, which do you hope are real? vulcans. i almost said wookies but the truth is star trek is my main hoe

Whats your favorite holiday? christmas!!!! the second thanksgiving is over its christmas and i binge shitty hallmark christmas movies and put up my christmas lights

What are your top five cutest star wars characters? idk if this means cutest like aw ewoks are cute or like humans but i chose humans: finn, bodhi, cassian, poe, leia, in no particular order

Favorite fan fic? (from any fandom): it’s either “The Domestic Verse” which is an inception fanfic series OR The Professor's Wife which was an xxxholic fanfic. i realize these r odd but they really stuck with me. i reread them constantly. i read that professor’s wife one for the first time over 8 years ago and it’s still with me. ALSO Illogical (√π233/hy7)

Whats the best thing you’ve ever eaten? this pasta and garlic bread at this italian place near lake tahoe my dad and i got three orders

Whats your favorite meme ever? sticks m leggy out REAL FAR

Which ship is the worst ship you’ve ever laid eyes on? don’t do this to me............ re.ylo....... rebelca.ptain.........fucking kl.ance.... im sure in my ancient bones there are older most upsetting ships but........

Do you have any big summer plans? i’m moving to new york for work!

Whats your opinion on Bodhi? bodhi is one of the best fucking characters i’ve ever seen and i’m blessed that he’s in my life

My questions!

What are you least looking forward to this summer?

And what are you MOST looking forward to?

What’s your least favorite fruit?

My all-encompassing love for finn vs. my fucking wild love for poe: who do you think would win and why?

What’s the most recent pic on ur phone? u don’t have to post it but describe it in detail

What animal is the scariest on earth to u?

What animal would u have as a pet if u knew for certain it would be happy, not eat u, and u could take care of it?

What’s your least favorite question that annoying relatives ask

What language would you most like to learn?

Favorite gay movie?

Can you do a handstand, a cartwheel, or a round-off?

Tagging: @rookmybodhi @lupesko @gaydestiny @linettisetgo @dramaminelesbian @semisweetshadow @youandthemountains @himebonbon @bloobguy @slurpinanakinsdiaries @killinguwithumbrellas 

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DIY spoil yourself, for real. Do you have a lemon? Do you have an orange? Do you have olive oil/coconut oil/grapeseed oil/almond/sweet almond oil? Do you have epsom salts, sea salt, or kosher salt?

If you do and aren’t allergic to any of this, you got everything you need to spoil yourself in the bath/shower today.

Take your citrus fruit and scrape the rind gently. This is called zesting. The skin is the shit yo’–that’s the zest. The zing. Basically just want to remove the yellow/orange color from the lemon/orange. That’s the stuff. That’s the smelly, sexy, stink-good stuff. You put that in a bowl. Or wherever/whatever container you want. You do you, you beautiful god damn angel cake, you.

BUT MELLLL, you say, or maybe: BUT ANTHYYYY you cry…I don’t have a zester thingie what will I doooo? Okay, so, you can still zest your citrus babies, it just takes a little bit more effort….

https://www.cutcokitchen.com/make-lemon-zest-without-zester/

So now you’ve grated the skin of your smell-good-citrus enemies into a container, go get the salt you lovely salt-potato of hugs. You could use table salt, but, because it is so fine, I wouldn’t recommend because it’ll dissolve in the tears of your shower head. You’re lookin’ for the BIG salt–sea salt, kosher salt, epsom salt. Hell, if u rich and fancy, go use your Himalayan pink salt while smoking a fattie rolled out of hundred dolla bills. Whatever it is, think BIG SALT–pour about ½ cup into your zesty zest.

Now shove your diggers in it to stir it. (Your fingers.) Why? Because you’ll be able to tell by feel if) the mixture needs more salt if there’s a lot of rind/citrus oil that wets the salt. U don’t want sad salt. You DO want a little bit, so the oils spread all over your salt–but not soaked. If it’s too…too…moist…(there. I said it. OK?) add tinsy bits until it feels like salt again.

Here’s the fun part.

Now you’re going to add oil. And you have to be careful, because too much oil, and you have soup. And the salt tends to melt. And then you just have a really good smelling salt pour. I mean, I suppose you could use it, but we want a scrub,dig? And we want something that soothes our skin after we scrub the dead shit off it.

So start with a tablespoon, and mix with your fingers. You want it to clump just a little bit. Enough so that when you are in the shower you don’t slip n’ slide and then die by braining yourself in the tub.

Go by your personal feels, yo. I usually take this time after mixing the oil in to just use whatever’s stuck to my fingers and rub it all over my hands, rinse, pat dry, and consider if it’s too greasy, too dry, or just right. If it’s just right, you won’t have any greasy feel on your fingers after they dry in just a few mins and enjoy your baby-ass smooth palms.

If too greasy: add more salt. If not clumping/no moisturizing feel of skin after hands dry: add DROPS of extra oil.

When done, make sure to store in a cool, dry place, in an airtight container for no more than a week (it’s got orga(s)(m)nic stuff innit yo.

HOW TO USE:

Go in shower /bath

Wash yo butt as usual with whatever soap u want

Do your hairs

Shave your leggies

Or don’t

Just before you get out, grab your citrus salt scrub you just made because you are a bad ass motherfucker and DIY like a King/Queen/Royalty. Take a handful and start rubbin’ it all over your skin in gentle, small circles. DO NOT GET INTO EYES. IT IS SALT AND ORANGES. LEMONS TOO. NEITHER OF THESE THINGS BELONG IN YOUR EYES.

Rinse thoroughly before getting out.

Dry your sparklin’ sassy bass new soft skin.

Stick ur leggie out to be pet by everyone.

ENJOY!

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labry au part 6. no puns today

Feeling Punch: *It has been fairly quiet in some areas of Hell. Too quiet. Rumors have spread and speculations have been made, but nobody is brave enough to confirm or deny.*

Actual Toaster: Makami: *he's trotting as much as a paper dog can do, doing so as casually as can be, clearly following some sort of smell. Or something.*

Feeling Punch: *Oh, boy! What hijinks is he up to?*

Actual Toaster: Makami: *he's following a smell, a smell of a person*

Feeling Punch: *What a wacky dog!*

Actual Toaster: Makami: *he wags his tail and quickens his pace, evidently having found who he is looking for*

Feeling Punch: *And here's Labry, just sitting there in a dark room with a ratty hospital sheet wrapped around his shoulders. He seems more surprised than anything when he notices Makami*

Actual Toaster: Makami: *he barks and wags his tail, like, HI*

Feeling Punch: Labry: ... What the hell are you doin' here?

Actual Toaster: Makami: CAME TO SEE YOU!

Feeling Punch: Labry: ... Huh. Well, you have.

Actual Toaster: Makami: YES! HOW ARE YOU?

Feeling Punch: Labry: 'm fine. You?

Actual Toaster: Makami: I'M GOOD! ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE FINE THOUGH?

Feeling Punch: Labry: No.

Actual Toaster: Makami: CAN I DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Nah, it's fine. Just shitty.

Actual Toaster: Makami: YOU SURE?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Yeah.

Actual Toaster: Makami: OKAY!

Actual Toaster: Makami: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he shifts* Here?

Actual Toaster: Makami: WHY?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Whaddya mean why? I live here!

Actual Toaster: Makami: YOU HAVEN'T BEEN OUT..

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he shrugs* I have.

Actual Toaster: Makami: OKAY, WHY SO QUIET THEN?

Feeling Punch: Labry: 's it matter?

Actual Toaster: Makami: SORTA.. I'M CURIOUS!

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he gives a half-assed shrug*

Actual Toaster: Makami: THERE HAVE BEEN A LOT OF RUMORS ABOUT YOU LATELY, YOU KNOW?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Huh..? Is that new?

Actual Toaster: Makami: SORT OF?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Eh? Y'wanna share?

Actual Toaster: Makami: *So they go ahead and explain the rumors to labry. by which I mean, tell him what they are*

Feeling Punch: *what are they*

Actual Toaster: *the main rumor seems to be that labry is dead. The others are that he is a fallen, gone soft because he assisted an angel, ect*

Feeling Punch: Labry: .... Idiots. I was out yesterday. And gone soft? They nuts? I'll show them!

Actual Toaster: Makami: ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT...?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Y'think I'd turn down an op to kill a lil bitch?

Actual Toaster: Makami: WELL, NO, BUT I WISH.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he rolls his eyes*

Actual Toaster: Makami: WHAT?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Y'really think so?

Actual Toaster: Makami: WELL I KNOW YOU WOULDN'T BUT THAT ISN'T GOING TO STOP ME FROM HOPING

Feeling Punch: Labry: Damn right.

Actual Toaster: Makami: ARE YOU GOING TO GET UP

Feeling Punch: Labry: Never. You can't tell ME what to do. *but, he does get up*

Actual Toaster: Makami: I THOUGHT YOUR BED ATE YOU LEGS

Feeling Punch: Labry: Then I'd beat the fuck out of th'bed and sew my legs back on.

Actual Toaster: Makami: HOW WOULD THAT WORK

Feeling Punch: Labry: Fucking sorcery.

Actual Toaster: Makami: OOOKAY THEN

Feeling Punch: Labry: What, you doubt me?

Actual Toaster: Makami: SORTA

Feeling Punch: Labry: I'm offended.

Actual Toaster: Makami: WHY THOUGH

Feeling Punch: Labry: B'cause you're bein' a lil shit.

Actual Toaster: Makami: WELL I AM LITTLE

Feeling Punch: Labry: Damn right, now lets go commit a murder.

Actual Toaster: Makami: BUT I DON'T WANNA COMMIT A MURDER

Feeling Punch: Labry: You don't gotta.

Actual Toaster: Makami: WHAT ARE WE DOING THEN

Feeling Punch: Labry: I'm gonna go kill em dead.

Actual Toaster: Makami: UM

Feeling Punch: Labry: C'mon, punk, we're goin' to the bar.

Actual Toaster: Makami: OKAY...

Feeling Punch: *AND THEY GO TO THE BAR*

Actual Toaster: *there is an angel in labry's usual spot at the bar! GASP.*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *who is this bitch and why is she in my spot.*

Actual Toaster: ??: *she feels someone staring and turns to see who it is. hey there labry*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he just takes the spot next to her, looking less than impressed*

Actual Toaster: ??: Can I help you, good sir?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Probably not. *he leans forward and orders a drink from good ol' Sammy*

Actual Toaster: Samael: Been a while since I've seen you around here. Nice to have you back. *he nods and gladly gets to prepping Labry's drink* You been doing well?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Yeah, yeah. Needed a bit 'fore I could get back to pummeling, you know?

Actual Toaster: Samael: Needed a break? Well, you've got yourself competition now.

Feeling Punch: Labry: And you ain't sharin' who the hell it is?

Actual Toaster: Samael: Right next to you.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Well. *he looks over* The hell are you?

Actual Toaster: ??: Well, I'm an angel. Wasn't made obvious by the wings?

Feeling Punch: Labry: No, no, I mean who the hell ​are​ you, birdie?

Actual Toaster: ??: Zopheriel.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he makes a sound of acknowledgement and gets his drink.*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she's quiet a minute, then turns in her chair to face Labry* If I'm not mistaken, you're Labry, yeah?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Yeah? What's it to you?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she smirks, though it seems it was more of an attempt at a smile* Heard you beat big, bad, Michael's ass pretty hard.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he raises an eyebrow*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: I just find it impressive, you know?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Do you, now? *he keeps that eyebrow raised*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Hell yeah. He's the right hand of God. Why wouldn't I find that impressive?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Whatever. *he doesn't seem convinced*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: You don't sound very convinced.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Damn, really?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: You don't sound convinced at all, actually.

Feeling Punch: Labry: What a damn surprise.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *She raises an eyebrow* What's your damage? 

Feeling Punch: Labry: Enough to topple a building. Didja want somethin', or are you just gonna keep singin', birdie?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she puts her elbow on the counter and rests her head on that hand* And why, pray tell, would I want something?

Feeling Punch: Labry: 'Cause every other person who just chats at me just wants a damn fight, and the last one was just a fan.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: What, does friendly conversation not exist with you?

Feeling Punch: Labry: *that eyebrow shoots up again* You should bloody know by now erryone in here speaks better with our fists, 'specially if you've been here enough to be "competition".

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: I'm well aware. We stand on equal footing right now. I see no need for us to fight, particularly not here.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he huffs and gets up*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Hm?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Just because you don't wanna doesn't mean I ain't gonna do what I came for.

Actual Toaster: Makami: DUDE CAN I EAT THESE FRIES

Feeling Punch: Labry: ... Yeah. sure.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *She looks over to Makami, who is now just. eating an entire thing of fries. cardboard tray included. and then she looks back to labry and decides to go back to her drink*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *and he decides to wait for the ring to open up so he can punch some motherfuckers*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: .. Oi. If we do end up facin' each other, may the best man win.

Feeling Punch: Labry: ... Yeah, I guess. We'll have to see, huh? *and he slinks away*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she raises a hand as a sort of farewell but doesn't watch him go or anythin'*

Feeling Punch: Azazel: *and he strolls over like yo what up*

Actual Toaster: Makami: HI THERE

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Hey, pup-stuff. *he decides to not comment on Makami eating the cardboard, instead picking up makami and sitting his ass down on that seat. it is his city now*

Actual Toaster: Makami: I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU HAVE DONE THIS

Feeling Punch: Azazel: You can still reach your damn fries.

Actual Toaster: Makami: BUT THEN I HAVE TO STICK MY LEGGY OUT

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Well, that's too bad.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: ..Yo, Azazel.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: *he turns to her, pushing Makami towards his fries, his beloved, his-* Yo, Zoph.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: How's it going?

Actual Toaster: Makami: *he happily chows down on these fries. well then*

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Not bad, yourself?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Doin' quite alright. Labry seems to have somethin' up his ass, though.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: More than he usually does?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Yeah.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Wonder why.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Seemed intent to fight me, and only backed off 'cause the dog you got there asked if he could eat the fries.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: *try not to laugh. fail step one* I've never been so glad that Makami is a mood killer!

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she chuckles* Yeah, it's a fortunate thing indeed. Either way somethin' seems to be aggravating him a fair deal.

Actual Toaster: Makami: I'M NOT A MOOD KILLER. I KNOW HOW TO SET THE MOOD.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: You're eating cardboard.

Actual Toaster: Makami: ALSO THERE'S GRAVY ON IT SO

Feeling Punch: Azazel: You're going to clog your dog-arteries and get fat.

Actual Toaster: Makami: DO I EVEN HAVE ARTERIES

Actual Toaster: Makami: CAN I GET FAT?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: At any rate, you got any ideas on what's got his jimmies in maximum overrustle?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: I've got nothin'.

Actual Toaster: Makami: PEOPLE ARE TALKING SHIT AND SOMEONE'S GOTTA GET HIT?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: *he picks up Makami again, and says in his best mafia accent* All right, tell us what you know before the fries get it, ya hear?

Actual Toaster: Makami: YOU MEAN TO TELL ME.. YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THE RUMORS ABOUT LABRY?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: You know I don't listen to that shit. What's up?

Actual Toaster: Makami: THEY THINK HE'S DEAD, OR GONE SOFT, AND STUFF LIKE THAT.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Ohh, yeah, that'd jam a rod up his ass.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Gone soft?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: The hell? Where'd that one come from?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Interacting with him is like being pelted with porcupines.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Being punched with a brick wall.

Actual Toaster: Makami: A BAG OF KNIVES

Feeling Punch: Azazel: A bed of nails laying on you?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Off topic.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: I had a good one, too.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Where did the soft rumor come from?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Because he didn't beat the shit out of one angel.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: What?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: As in, he let one person go and suddenly, he's soft. It's stupid.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Who?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: He's blue and was close to Raphael, that's the hints you get.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: ...Eugh, that arrogant little twit? Uriel?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Aaaand fuck you.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Fuck me? *she leans back against the bar counter* Wouldn't that be better done somewhere private?

Feeling Punch: Labry: All right, let's put this in a way you'll understand: Fuck right off.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: What have you got up your ass?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Well, you're annoying, your voice is annoying, did you literally come to talk shit and not get hit?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Haven't talked any shit.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Being pelted with porcupines? M, hm.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: It's called a simile, literally defined as comparing two concepts using like or as.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Ya could have just said "I was insulting you", and that'd have been better than you runnin' your mouth off.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: What, was that not obvious to you?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: There's enough hate tension over here to lift a hot air balloon. Will you two go at it, already?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: I've no intention to give him that satisfaction.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Your hat is ugly.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Is your ass jealous of the amount of shit that just came out of your mouth?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Yours totally is.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Surprise, I haven't thrown around a single accusation.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Surprise! I don't give a shit. I'll fight you over here if I have to.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Bullshit.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: I already told you I'm not giving you the satisfaction of fighting me.

Feeling Punch: Labry: So you're scared?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *She grits her teeth and clenches her fists* I ain't scared, you upstart snot.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Y'wanna prove it, ya coward?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: I'm going to mop this goddamned floor with you.

Feeling Punch: Labry: We'll see about that.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she gets up and storms off, vanishing in the direction of the ring*

Actual Toaster: Makami: I THINK YOU BIT OFF MORE THAN YOU CAN CHEW...

Feeling Punch: Labry: Nah. I don't give a shit how it ends. I just wanna punch her face in.

Actual Toaster: Samael: Labry. She is not going to be an easy fight. It isn't going to be you go in, punch her face, and be done with it. *He lifts the glass he was drying to check for wet spots, and upon finding one resumes drying it* I said she was competition for a damn good reason- she has an attitude to match yours, and boasts similar strength to your own.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Fucking fantastic, someone who won't last ten seconds. *and he turns to go and follow her.*

Actual Toaster: Samael: *he looks to Azazel* Tell me which one wins, yeah?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Yeah.

Actual Toaster: Samael: I'll go ahead and get medics on standby... *Siigh*

Actual Toaster: Makami: ARE YOU GONNA GO OUT THERE TO WATCH?

Feeling Punch: Azazel: I may as well.

Feeling Punch: Azazel: Sir Absurd Dog, you are now dubbed the Seat Guardian. *and he strolls off to watch*

Actual Toaster: Makami: I DON'T WANNA GUARD A SEAT BUT OKAY.

Feeling Punch: *So Labry and Zoph are fighting! By fighting, I mean trying to figure out how to bypass the others' resistance to Physical skills. Labry looks about ready to give up and punch her again*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she feints to the left, then goes for Labry's face*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he takes the punch, holds his ground, and swings at her in retaliation*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she ducks under his punch. how does it feel to punch an empty hat, labry? anyway she quickly retrieves her hat and backs off a little to figure out a new approach*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he looks her over, watching how she moves*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: ​Well?​ Gonna make a move, or are you as soft as they say?

Feeling Punch: Labry: You're the one who backed up just to get a ratty old hat.

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Hey, I value my property. Can't say the same of you, though. *she casts Focus and follows up by aiming another punch at his face*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he takes it again- though he stumbles back this time- before charging up a Labrys Strike, and letting loose.*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she appears momentarily stunned, but fortunately for herself, recovers quickly and rubs her shoulder where she got hit* What in th' fuck?

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he just gives her a cocky grin* What's wrong, you've never been hit before?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: Wipe that goddamn smug look off your face before I do so for you. That ain't the problem, anyway! *she ducks her head down and slams into labry, elbow first, in an attempt to knock him over or wind him*

Feeling Punch: Labry: I'd like to see you try. *he is knocked back, but barely manages to grab a hold of her arm on the way back. This is followed by a crushing attempt to badly damage said arm*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *Mutters a curse under her breath* Oh, no you don't. *and she puts her foot squarely on labry's stomach, and kicks him away, at the same time wrenching her arm away from labry*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he's still grinning that terrible, horrible, awful smirk* Is that all you've got, birdie? C'mon, come get me!

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *She obliges, casting Deathbound, looking mighty aggravated* 

Feeling Punch: Labry: *step one: dodge that. step two: approach, quickly, and aim a fist for her face. step three: ?*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *loudish crack, and a brief pause during which she doesn't.. do anything. And then she starts flat-out laughing, returning the favor of facepunching.*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he swiftly turns his head so she doesn't hit his nose, and his grin only widens* Are you enjoying that?

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *she grunts* ... I will admit I am. *and she goes to hit him, again aiming for the face*

Feeling Punch: Labry: Oh? *he backs off* So would you enjoy every bone in your body shattering, too? I hope ya will! *raise your hand if you like Labrys Strike. Nobody? too bad, he does it anyway*

Actual Toaster: Zopheriel: *there was at least one disgustingly loud cracking noise during that all, probably. but, well, she's down, in a heap on the floor, and it doesn't appear she's getting back up, at least not anytime soon* Haa... you're... far stronger... than I had originally thought... good.. going, bad boy.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he seems satisfied, and starts to leave, but pauses* Ya hit harder than half these damn gnats, I'll give ya that one. *and he hops out of the ring. He is go*

Actual Toaster: *zopheriel picks herself up after a minute or two and drags herself out of the ring, a hand on her face to catch the blood from her broken nose. there she go.*

Feeling Punch: *And so, Labry strolls back to the bar and takes His Seat back*

Actual Toaster: Samael: *he looks up* Back already?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Told'ja I could kick her ass.

Actual Toaster: Samael: Should I get a medic?

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he looks back for a moment* Nah, the birdies' got this.

Actual Toaster: Samael: *He raises an eyebrow*

Feeling Punch: Labry: Didn't I tell you? Didn't care how it ended. Just wanted to punch her face in. So I did.

Actual Toaster: Samael: I see.

Actual Toaster: Samael: I also see you've reclaimed your seat.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Duh.

Actual Toaster: Samael: Well, can I get you anything? 

Feeling Punch: Labry: Shit, Samael, you know what I get by now. *he leans on the counter, and takes a sec to look at Makami.*

Actual Toaster: Samael: *he laughs* Sure, but maybe you want to change it up.

Actual Toaster: Makami: *he's rolling in some garbage.*

Feeling Punch: Azazel: How awfully mood setting.

Actual Toaster: Makami: YEAH, IT FITS YOUR TRASHY PERSONALITY

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he rolls his eyes* Same as usual, Samael.

Actual Toaster: Samael: You got it. *so he makes labry his drink and sets it down for him*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *n he takes it, watching Azazel try to catch Makami. This is not going well for him.*

Actual Toaster: Samael: We may need to get a dog catcher in on this.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Nah, watchin' him eat shit's funnier.

Actual Toaster: Samael: Which one?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Yes.

Actual Toaster: Samael: Fair point. *makami trips on a chair*

Actual Toaster: *skip!*

Feeling Punch: *Labry is Outside. Specifically, outside of Sheol. Just kind of hanging out. And not committing a murder.*

Actual Toaster: *so, we have a child over there. Aforementioned child is armed with a lance.*

Feeling Punch: *Labry is Interested and sits up to watch*

Actual Toaster: *this child then murders the shit out of a demon that has evidently challenged them. O h*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *DEFINITELY INTERESTED.*

Actual Toaster: *HOORAY, MURDER!*

Feeling Punch: *YAY.*

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: *with murder completed, he has now noticed labry. He is attempting to figure out who labry is and why he appears familiar*

Feeling Punch: Labry: The hell you lookin' at?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: obviously, the space behind you.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he huffs and glances away. It's not that he can't think of something to say, it's that he is opting not to. Bc ya don't threaten children, especially murderchildren, they will murder you*

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: ... I was looking at you.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Yeah, I figured.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: Do I, perhaps, know you? *he steps closer to labry*

Feeling Punch: Labry: No, who the hell are you?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: Me...? I am the Chariot, Merkabah.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he squints* You don't look like no fancy ass sleigh.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: Not a Chariot in the literal sense.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Then why the hell you called a chair?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: Symbolism.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Symbolic of what, someone sitting on you? What the hell?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: No.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: I do not remember the specific symbolism, but it is there.

Feeling Punch: Labry: whatever, kiddo.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: *he stiffens* Don't call me that. Now as I have introduced myself to you, who are you?

Feeling Punch: Labry: *Trust murderchild, y/y* Labry. Now, what the hell was THAT about?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: I quickly tire of demons choosing to challenge me. 

Feeling Punch: Labry: Mm. I get that.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: So I choose to deal with it quickly.

Feeling Punch: Labry: And ya gonna leave the body there?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: Why not?

Feeling Punch: Labry: Shit, I was just askin'.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: I see this. I do not have an issue with it.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Yeah, me neither.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: They chose to challenge me and should have been prepared.

Feeling Punch: Labry: It's what they get for bein' stupid.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: Indeed, this is my view on it, too.

Feeling Punch: *it's silent for a moment*

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: ...Out of curiosity, would you kill yourself?

Feeling Punch: Labry: what.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: I said, would you kill yourself? *he tilts his head*

Feeling Punch: Labry: what.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: I am you, just as you are me.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *his entire expression is "what"*

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: You heard me.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Make some fuckin' sense.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: You are a part of me. *he steps closer to labry*

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he stays sitting but looks slightly uncomfortable* English, motherfucker, do you speak it?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: I do. I am speaking it presently.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Then put it in a way someone stupid would get it. In fucking detail.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: You are a part of me. You were part of my creation.

Feeling Punch: Labry: What the fuck?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: This is as simple as I can put it.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he seems puzzled* I have kids? ????

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: In a manner of speaking, yes.

Feeling Punch: Labry: ??????

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: ...

Feeling Punch: Labry: What the hell, why don't I know about this??

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: I don't know

Feeling Punch: Labry: :I

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: None of us know why you don't.

Feeling Punch: Labry: "None of us"??

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: Angels. You were an angel.

Feeling Punch: Labry: Me??

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: No, the man behind you.

Feeling Punch: Labry: No, really.

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: Yes, really, you were an angel.

Feeling Punch: Labry: The hell?

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: I've put this as simple as I can.

Feeling Punch: Labry: No, no, I get it. I mean, what the fuck? I don't remember any of this!

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: So I see.

Feeling Punch: Labry: *he looks bothered*

Actual Toaster: Merkabah: *he shrugs* I must be going now.

Feeling Punch: *and merk goes and labrys like 'wh'*

Feeling Punch: *and then labry sits there for another hour processing this information, before leaving and going straight to azazel*

Actual Toaster: Azazel: Yo, 'sup?

Feeling Punch: Labry: How much shit that I didn't remember were ya not gonna tell me??

Actual Toaster: Azazel: Eh?

[bloomingchen]

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