#I was thinking Ethyl?

[an-albino-pinetree]

Here she iiiisss ~ ✨ I’ll probably draw more of her, and expand on her character (she also mans the ticket booth, Oriole is her less enthusiastic coworker.)

@hootbon I’d love to have you critique this gal, if you have the time!

Mosquito lass 👍🏻 I Kinger’d her eyes, because I felt that fit her personality better-

If you’re asking how she sucks blood it’s by doing this to you

With her teeth, you’re so welcome for that mental image.

[eebie]

id make egbert watch this shit with me hed hate it so much Id trick him into it id be like "Hey bro come sit on the couch next 2 me i found something really cool we can watch" And he'd be really skeptical hed be like "is it That lame dinosaur show again you know i cant stand that shit!!!" and it'd be like 5 minutes of me reassuring him that No its not Dinosaurs (1991) again that im not messing with him i pinky swear before he'd finally sit on the couch And then id turn on the tv and it starts playing the intro for Dinosaurs (1991)

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

ok fine everythings. fine idk im leaving front now

[rottiens]

contents. satoru gojō x fem reader, alcohol consumption, all the characters are adults, secret relationship au.

"How many shots would you have to take to kiss Gojo?" Nanami asks the group as his eyes are on you, you laugh against the bottle stumbling against your lips. 

The question isn't out of place since you just answered that you would kiss Principal Yaga after taking at least about five shots out of respect and how nervous he makes you feel. However everyone knows what your relationship with Satoru is like, so the question catches you off guard. 

"Zero." Shoko answers for you and Satoru looks at her over the sunglasses, clearly displeased. "There's not enough alcohol in the world to make her kiss him." 

"Oh, no, no, wait... she's really thinking about it!" Haibara points an accusing finger at you and you can't help but laugh again, you feel the skin on your cheeks stretch and burn from the silly grin you can't wipe off. Satoru's stalking gaze feels like a torch on the back of your neck. 

You pretend to think it humming out loud, though the answer is clear to you. "At least about ten," you say, tilting the bottle up to your mouth, getting the group around the campfire to laugh filling the beach with echoes. 

"Heeey." Satoru pinches your forearm which makes you look at him, a tiny pout is later replaced by a couple of wrinkles on his forehead.

"What?" you ask softly and have to force your hands to stay still and not reach out to touch him. 

"Ten shots? That's almost an alcoholic coma."

"There are actually many things that could influence an ethyl coma," Kento clarifies.

"You can't explain much about alcohol to a person who doesn't drink." Your numb brain is sure that was Hibara, too lazy to check since your eyes were still on Satoru who was still indignantly staring at you. 

"What?" you repeat almost in a whisper. 

"Nothing." His attention returns to the campfire, the heat from the fire burns his pink cheeks and the bright flame dances on his face making his eyes look much lighter mimicking the shade of the sea at midday. 

Satoru pushes his glasses up on top of the bridge of his nose, hiding his eyes completely. 

"I'm going to get more beer," you say looking at the group, then tug on Satoru's arm to help him up, who does so reluctantly. "Can you help me with the box?" 

He walks beside you without adding anything else, shaking the sand out of his red shorts and pushing his hair out of his face. 

"Are you really upset?" The answer was obvious but you had to make sure, Satoru walks silently, sinking his feet aggressively into the sand until you reach the parking lot where your toes have never felt more grateful to touch solid ground. "Hey?" you tug on his hand and stop your steps, standing still in front of him. 

"Hhm?"

"Are you really upset?" 

"No," Satoru assures, avoiding your eyes.  

"Satoru, did you really want me to tell them that I would kiss you sober? Without a drop of alcohol?" 

You see him licking his lips battling with himself on whether to stay annoyed with you or understand your point. 

"I know."  

"I thought we were going to go slow..." 

"I know!" His hands cradle your cheeks tenderly, bringing his face up to meet yours to leave a kiss on your lips. "I was dying to touch you." 

"You know we didn't go public for you." You remind him, letting him rest his forehead on top of yours. The artificial taste of the strawberry beer he drank earlier sneaks into your mouth in little gasps. 

"Let's do it when we get back to the city," Satoru murmurs, brushing his lips over yours. "I think they know anyway." Oh, you're sure they know. You're both too obvious but you didn't want to push your boyfriend when he told you he wasn't ready to admit in front of everyone to officially having a partner. "But I don't like having to hold your hand on the sly or sneak out of meetings so I can kiss you and God, I'm just addicted to that watermelon gloss you use."

You laugh giving him fleeting little kisses, taking advantage of the position to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. 

"Just admit you're addicted to me, Satoru." 

"Maybe I am..." He says in that tone that indicates danger. That voice that tells you you're not going back to the group you had run away from. 

Satoru squeezes your waist possessively, his fingers trace on your sun-toasted skin and you moan between his half-opened lips the moment he asks for your tongue silently, his nose stumbling against yours. 

"We should get back..." you say in a whisper, remembering this fact more to yourself than to him.  

"We can disappear for ten minutes..." Pause. His lips move to your collarbone and his warm breath tickles you. "Fifteen minutes..." Pause. Small bites along your jaw take him to your neck. "Twenty..." His tongue dances over your salty skin, gently licking what he can reach and has to physically force himself not to suck. 

"It's never ten minutes..." you say between a choked moan, tugging at his strands sweetly until he's looking at you again. Dark sunglasses hide his eyes from you but his mouth is at your disposal, half open, red and appetizing and the tiny freckles that bathe his nose make your stomach knot. 

He grunts, as if battling with himself to understand that you are right. Satoru brings his face to the line of your neck and sighs heavily, leaving one last kiss to pull away from you against his will. 

"Let's go back then," he says resignedly. And he had never wanted the weekend to pass as quickly as he wanted it to now, being the impatient person he is, he didn't want to wait to have your hand entwined with his and fill his chest with raw pride where he could finally admit in front of everyone that you were his.

[astonmartinii]

hiii i was wondering if u could one where the reader is a scientist with lewis??

p.s ur amazing!!!!

raw chemistry | lewis hamilton instagram au

pairing: scientist!reader x lewis hamilton

in which a mercedes driver has unbelievable chemistry with a chemist

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yourusername: the two sides of the (work? staff-bonding?) trip

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yourbff so fucking jealous of you

yourusername gotta make up for all those hours somehow

yourbff2 only you would find the cheesy chips at the monaco grand prix

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mercedesamgf1: yet another win for lewis in monaco ✨

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user23 mega, mega shift from hamilton today

lewishamilton couldn't do it without everyone in the garage and back at the factory!

user64 this man is uncapable of not slaying

georgerussell63 huge shift 💪

user55 so so clear of the entire grid

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f1gossipgirl: lewis hamilton finally off the market? the world champion was spotted getting up close and personal with a mystery girl who is potentially in the second slide? do we think it'll last or is it just a post win romp?

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user90 we just taking pics of random people and creating drama now?

user35 my parasocial relationship in crisis but also am happy for lewis i'm going insane

user11 monaco does something to people i swear

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yourusername: back to the office 🧬

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yourbff smart and pretty - leave something for the rest of us

yourusername says you

lewishamilton you must be barium and beryllium cause you're a total babe?

yourusername i'm blushing ☺️ (did you google this?)

lewishamilton you're welcome ;) (yes i did)

user34 HELLO WHAT IS THIS ???

lewishamilton added to their story

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yourusername: happy people, happy times

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yourbff an invite to anything at this point would be nice

yourusername you complained the whole time last time

yourbff you people are the most insufferable (affectionate) people to third wheel

lewishamilton 🏄‍♀️ 🏄‍♂️

yourusername best teacher ever

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mercedesamgf1: lewis and george are having fun this summer break ☀️

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user44 ADMIN JUST EXPOSED LEWIS AND HIS GF??

user58 so is admin losing their job ? i'll miss you xx

user89 f1 twitter is about to go into melt down

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yourusername: you could say we have chemistry ;)

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lewishamilton who is using cheesy science puns now ?

yourusername are you an element cause i'd like to periodically bang you on a table

lewishamilton time and a place

georgerussell63 THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THIS COMMENT SECTION

alex_albon COVER YOUR EYES GEORGE

user33 i actually can't this relationship is so cute

user30 was originally scared about this relationship but if we get all this lewis content from it i can't be angry

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lewishamilton: forget hydrogen, you're my number one element xx

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yourusername is this our thing now? if so, you make me hotter than sulfur hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate.

lewishamilton okay i actually don't know what that means but i love you xx

yourusername i love you too xx

user50 lewis trying to use science pick up lines is taking me out actually

sebastianvettel congratulations you guys !!

lewishamilton thanks seb

yourusername thank you sebastian, i've heard about your impressive bee garden - will need to visit soon x

mercedesamgf1 mum and dad

user77 admin kept their job?

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mercedesamgf1: new paddock mum and dad just dropped *insert a science pun here*

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yourusername i'm the solution to all of the grid kid problems

lewishamilton not your best, love

yourusername you're hardly helping

lewishamilton i'm not the scientist here

landonorris mum and dad please stop fighting

yourusername see lewis why won't you think of the children

lewishamilton they're not children, i've heard about the things they get up too

alex_albon no we've factually never done anythign ever

georgerussell63 i second this

note: hope this was the kinda thing you were thinking, sorry for how long it took, life got unexpectedly busy out of nowhere. also, i barely passed gcse science so i hope it makes sense lol xx

[stvlti]

No but seeing that post again got me thinking about the science behind Jaime's bugsuit just conjuring things out of his dead skin cells and sweat

Because you can't just make anything out of your body's waste products. There are specific chemicals that can't be found in your body - or at least, not in large amounts - that are used to make certain objects.

The printer paper for the picture, I can understand. Paper is largely made of carbon anyway so that tracks (lots of carbon / carbonate type of chemicals can be found in a human body).

But his clothes? Stuff like cotton and polyester are all made up of polymers, and once we get into polymers you're talking ester, amine, alcohol, etc. Traces of amine and alcohol can be found in a normal human body, but how much can you really extract from dead skin and sweat alone? Unless Jaime is drinking ethanol (ethyl alcohol) on the regular, it's not gonna be in his sweat all the time. As for ester, it can be found in lipids / fatty acids, which could be found on human skin in the oils produced there, but again, unless Jaime is sweating loads and loads it's not enough to create full clothes out of it.

Assuming that Khaji Da has the ability to break down certain chemicals and polymerise these chemical compounds to generate papers and fabrics — you'd still need a large enough supply of said chemicals in first place, and I don't believe Jaime's body produces enough of them in just his dead skin cells and sweat alone.

The only explanation here is that Khaji carries its own reserves of certain chemicals, which they extract not just from Jaime's bodily waste but from their surroundings as well.

Tl;dr, I believe Khaji, and by extension Jaime, is a walking laboratory storage cupboard full of various chemicals.

[senorablack]

Big Boy Purchases

Words: 1028 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Humor, adulting like pros Summary: Our boys buy some things for their house. That's it, that's the fic.

Leather looks nice and it’s comfortable as hell, but it’ll be a pain in the ass come summer. “But it’d be metal as fuck.” Eddie argues. “It’s, I don’t know, impractical. Come on, man, three seats? Nah, at least if we get the brown sectional we have more space annndd we could pull off the cover to wash it.”  “Expect a lot of fluids to sully our couch, aye, Stephen?” Eddie squints. “It’s Steve.” He replies, then walks Eddie to the sofa in question. “And yeah, you’re the clumsiest person I know. And we’ve both met Robin.” “God said, you can only have good hand-eye coordination or those deviant, sinful genes that makes a guy wanna blow another in the parking lot of a Piggly Wiggly. Not both.” “Is guy suppose to be you?” Steve asks with a raise brow. The back of Eddie’s knees are at the edge of the sofa. “Duh, man, I’m the most clumsiest person I know. And we’ve both met Robin.” “Cute.” Steve says, and all but throws Eddie into the cushions.  Eddie whimpers. Melts. Groans so inappropriately that Steve has to kick him in the shin to get him to simmer down. “Dude, this is a family place so would you keep it g-rated?” “Out of body right now. Leave a message.�� Eddie closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. “After. The. Beeeeeeep.” “So?”  “I concede. I surrender. I god damn yield.” Eddie says. “Is this—am I dead?” “See? Imagine kicking off your shoes after a long day of running around the restaurant.” “God? Is that you?” “No, but I get that a lot.” This opens Eddie’s eyes. He frowns. Shakes his head. “Nah, man, you can do better than that.” “What I keep telling myself, but for some reason I still keep you around.” Steve says, offering Eddie a hand up. Eddie takes it and immediately pulls him into a side hug. “Atta-boy.”

Quilt and wood? That’s summer camp. That’s visits down at the his parent’s lakehouse for the Fourth of July. That’s grandma sneaking you her kitchen sink cookies when your parents aren’t looking. It’s stealing whatever you can find from the linen closet and making forts in front of Saturday morning cartoons. It’s a—

“Hell no.” Eddie scoffs.

“Dude, can’t beat a classic.”

“Its antiquity is not being questioned here, Harrington.” Eddie says, face scrounged up in disgust.

“Why are you shitting on all my suggestions?”

“Because we’re two young twenty-somethings who binge drink on Thursdays, and not Ethyl and fuckin’ Bethyl settling down from a wild night of bingo at Cedarwood Senior Home.”

Steve crosses his arms and mutters, “I was just joking about the floral print pillowcases.”

“Okay, yeah, you’re done. My turn.“ 

Eddie doesn’t give Steve the chance to protest. After a quick peruse around the selection of comforters, Eddie finds a dark grey one with light grey stripes. It’s thick and heavy, and looks soft as hell.

Steve, still sore about being knock down, doesn’t say that though.

“If this was up to you, our bed would be on the ground with two sheets and a pillow we have to fight over.” Steve says. 

Eddie turns on him and cocks his head to the side. Narrows his eyes. Steve glares.

“You forget to eat or something?” Eddie asks.

“Fuck off.” Steve pushes at his shoulder. 

“Will a Swedish meatball calm you down?” 

“The blanket, Eddie.”

Eddie grabs Steve by the wrist and places his hand on the display comforter.

“What’dya think?” Eddie asks.

He rubs a bit of its cloth against his cheek. Steve pulls off, giving the hovering department attendant an apologetic smile. 

“I dunno…” Steve says, but he can’t keep up the lie.

“It’s simple. It’s practical. It’s like, so nondescript that it’s almost a statement.” Eddie says in a rush.

“That sentence meant nothing but we’ll circle back to that,” Steve says and is at a loss, because it’s nice. It is. And he really doesn’t want to agree.

“Fine, it’s not bad.” He says.

“Not bad is as good as a maybe. And sweetheart, your maybes always lean yes with the right push.”

“Calling me a push-over, Munson?”

“Course not, man.” Eddie says, throwing in their new bedding into their basket. “I’d never.”

-

He isn’t sure that’ll fit, but he wants it real bad. It’s silly, but he even thinks that he’s never wanted anything this badly. Which means he’s officially an adult. With adult appetites. It’s gross how much he’s excited.

“How bad,” Steve asks between pants, “do you want it?” 

They are both soaked and out of breath. And no matter what, it’s just not going in.

“Well, if you’d grab a better hold of that leg…” Eddie tries, but he’s also struggling. They both pause their work.

“Look, I know I talk big game, but I feel like my body is on fire back here, man, can’t we just—“

“Thought you said you could go aaaaall afternoon, big boy?”

“That was before I knew it was going to be ninety-eight degrees out.” 

“What if it like, warps, or I dunno, fades in the sun while we’re gone?”

Steve groans and tugs off his shirt. Eddie watches because who the hell is going to stop him?Steve’s not wrong, it’s fucking searing out, but he really is worried about their new purchase. Sure Steve was the one to find it, but Eddie was the one that had to have it—it being this ridiculously long, 6-person, solid walnut table that could extend out to 8. It’s everything he wanted in a dining table and a son of bitch puzzle to get into the damn house. Once they figure it out, he’s drafting up a new campaign. 

“Okay, okay. We just have to adopt a new strategy. We take off the table legs. Then it’s extender pieces. And boom.” Steve says, and then points at Eddie before he can argue, “But boom after beer break.”

Eddie ties up his hair. Most of it falls back down again. He gestures for Steve to walk before him with a hand out and a deep bow. 

“Boom after beer break.” He sighs.

[seveneyesoup]

with a weak acid until dissolved in a warm water bath, then enough naoh to make it basic and then doing a liquid-liquid extraction, precipitating him back out, and recrystallizing him, checking that the process went alright via tlc and melting point

i’m putting fitz kreiner in a test tube

[himboadvocate]

It’s not hard to romance Astarion while also being a hero.

In fact, the man is ACTIVELY trying to seduce the Tav. If you need help upping your approval with the internet’s vampire boyfriend while only doing marginally questionable things I’ve got you.

I swear you guys are just either not resting enough or exploring enough before the tiefling party. REST PERIODICALLY. Partial rest is a thing if you’re low on supplies, you won’t get spell slots back but you’ll get them CUT SCENES IN.

Ask Lae'zel to say please when you rescue her

make the tiefling dude bow to her. (He was making assumptions about her based on her race, I don’t feel bad about this.)

tell auntie ethyl everything about the parasite when you meet her in the grove.

bully the mirror in the basement in the blighted village (if you fail that check there’s a flamey orb thing that happens which sort of sucks but like... also the coffin immediately to the right has a scroll of Quasit that summons a little asshole named shovel, have a spell caster summon him and you have a little murder buddy forever, the rest of the coffins just have undead in them)

Tell Raphael to take you back and that you’re not making any deals with him when you meet him the first time

agree to help Karlach

go down to the cursed forest place and tell the brothers they're on their own to find their sister (help the sister anyway)

Talk to a redcap on the way to auntie ethyl’s and when they baah at you, baah back.

When you go down into auntie ethyl's little secret place, scare the guy who's already scared shitless and thinks you're a mind flayer (this one's iffy morals wise but there's no consequences)

go up the path to the left of auntie ethyl's house and don't rat Astarion out to the Gur, then murder him together.

let the guy hit you with a mace in the goblin camp (do it 3 times and you'll have a nice buff for the rest of the game)

Go to the guy that’s being tortured and say you’ll do the torturing, then immediately turn and kill the goblins in the area instead.

Let him bite you, Shadowheart can fix the bloodless debuff with lesser restoration.

Stand up for him when the others distrust him, tell them they can leave if they don’t like it. He really just wants someone, anyone, to stand up for him because that's never happened before

Do this stuff *before* the tiefling party and the man should have already come begging.

[cowboy-robooty]

Everyone.... my yaoi.. tch. It has been slacking to say the least. This is not only because I haven’t drawn in forever (recently been too obsessed with drawing ten thousand carbon rings with little methyl and ethyl groups and amides and amines and esters and alcohol groups and a bunch of other b-b-b-b-BULLSHIT. SO KAWAII!!!!!! ^u^ ………. no that’s a lie. fuck ochem). I also haven’t been dedicating myself enough to the craft. You can only learn so much from observation alone. It’s like that one TedEd video about a scenario where a person researches everything there is to be known about the color red but is colorblind and then one day they can actually see the color red for the first time and uhhh i dont really know what happens next because i watched like 5 minutes of it before getting bored and going outside to put pistachio shells face down and rubbing it on the ground really fast with my foot before putting it on my brother’s skin. That shit hurts like a bitch I have no clue how the shell becomes hot like that its honestly amazing.

Anyways I read an inordinate amount of yaoi as you all already know but it simply is not enough. I’ve hit a bottleneck in my research my qi is trapped in my meridians and my golden core is rotting away……. Do not fret though.

“The first step to solving any problem is to recognize there is a problem to begin with”

- Kafka

In the past week I have realized that I must fully immerse myself (roosterteeth style) to break through this halt in progress… That is to say,

I HAVE BECOME A MEMBER IN THE EXPERIMENT.

I hope this will lead to sustained improvement in my work….. so far the results have been immediate and incredible. I am learning so much everyday I think I understand what it feels to be a Xiaolin Monk utop a very foggy Chinese mountain with a beautiful waterfall that flows down it… and in the morning if you look on the undersides of the lotus blossoms, the dew appears like specks of jade.

Do you understand? I do. 😏

That is all for now….. I will continue to work hard at my research. For the glory of Itager nation and all of yaoikind. I’m excited to share with you the fruits of my labor. I was in a deep dark pregnency for over a year… but now labor has come and my Beautiful BL (BBL) child will be born! It’s the birth of monte cristo!

Or well… I guess you could say Christmas came early *angel emoji*

[lonelychicago]

wip wednesday

tagged by: @alyxmastershipper @comaboybuck @buddierights @spotsandsocks @buddiearemydads @ebdaydreamer thanks for the tags loves! 💗

this is from my fake dating fic!

"Hey there, cowboy." Buck walks towards him with a dopey, boyish grin, a cowboy hat resting on his head. 

"Where the hell did you get that?" He ignores the rapid pounding of his heart and the nervous itch under his skin at the sight. 

"Your cousin Enrique gave it to me." Buck chuckles as he comes to a stand next to him, their shoulders brushing. "He told me I need to get the whole Texan experience." 

The way he says it makes Eddie's eyes shoot up, and Buck throws him a wink. 

"Listen," Eddie clears his throat. "Thank you for doing this. I—"

"Thank me after we get out of this alive." Buck leans forward, his face just a few inches away from Eddie's, he has a conspiratorial glint in his eyes and his cheeks are flushed— Eddie should get an award for how strong he's being right now, seriously. It takes everything in him not to close the gap between them and kiss Buck right then and there. 

He could do it, though, with the excuse of people watching. They need to keep the charade, right? 

"What?" 

"Yeah, your sister Adriana has asked me like a million questions and I half think she's plotting my murder." Buck widens his eyes. "And your tío Rolo keeps passing me drinks." Buck whispers. "The man is trying to put me in an ethylic coma or something, Eddie."

tagging: @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @the-likesofus @monsterrae1 @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @messyhairdiaz @fatedbuddie @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @swiftiebuckleys @maygrantgf @lesbianmaygrant @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @elvensorceress @bekkachaos and anyone else who wants to!

[dissvicious]

Long time ago there was like, a Tumblr or Twitter post of someone saying how their girlfriend was gone for the weekend so they were going to cut the sleeves off all of their(not the girlfriend's) t-shirts. And when asked why they said the girlfriend was their impulse control. And I randomly thought of it seeing punk Buggy and immediately thought Buggy would do that if Red wasn't there to stop him (because maybe he'd end up doing it to her shirts as well and maybe there are some shirts she wants the sleeves on, Buggy!!)

Just a thought because I think of your OCs as much as I think of my own 😅 🧡

Honestly I think that when Reddie go away for a moment Buggy just drunk himself to ethylic coma, remember this

... however I think that what you said applies well to Blaze. when both reddie and skye (because Skye is his impulse control too) are away he's just... uncontrollable.

Go feed your OC now they're hungry!!!

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

why am trying to make myself part of her family just stop you nosy stranger stop trying to force yourself into other people’s lives

[valen-dreth]

let's talk about the glowing ferals!

I KMOW THEM I KNOW THEM

MEAT used to live in underworld and he was well-liked, he was voted mayor a handful of times. probably he did an outside patrol early on like willow does, i think he started glowing before he became feral. he was already Almost feral by the time that barrows showed up i think so he didn't get much time to study the How annd Why of it happening. tho i think that meat suggested staying for observation while he still had the capacity to do so

ETHYL i still somewhat associate with Edith in my canon (im playing Edith rn in 76 you saw her!!) but im not really sure anymore what their connection is. i kmow that she was already feral or almost there when she showed up to underworld. i think that she started glowing only after she was put in with meat. she's the more social of the two, she'll come up to the window and check out visitors

[chatty-cat-cafe]

have fun with this:

"One 18.25 ounce package chocolate cake mix, one can prepared coconut pecan frosting, 3/4 cup vegetable oil, four large eggs, one cup semi-sweet chocolate chips, 3/4 cup butter or margarine, 1 and 2/3 cups granulated sugar, two cups all purpose flour.

Don't forget garnishes such as: fish-shaped crackers, fish-shaped candies, fish-shaped solid waste, fish-shaped dirt, fish-shaped ethyl benzene, pull-and-peel licorice, fish-shaped volatile organic compounds and sediment shaped sediment, candy coated peanut butter pieces shaped like fish, one cup lemon juice, alpha resins, unsaturated polyester resin, fiberglass surface resins, and volatile malted milk impoundments, nine large egg yolks, twelve medium geosynthetic membranes, one cup granulated sugar, an entry called 'How to Kill Someone with Your Bare Hands', two cups rhubarb sliced, 2/3 cup granulated rhubarb, one tablespoon all-purpose rhubarb, one teaspoon grated orange rhubarb, three tablespoons rhubarb on fire, one large rhubarb, one cross borehole electro-magnetic imaging rhubarb, two tablespoons rhubarb juice, adjustable aluminum head positioner, slaughter electric needle injector, cordless electric needle injector, injector needle driver, injector needle gun, cranial caps. And it contains proven preservatives, deep penetration agents, and gas and odor control chemicals that will deodorize and preserve putrid tissue."

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(OOC: I'll let you guess and tag who you think is sending this LOL

this isn't my first time sending the Intelligence Sphere's cake recipe to someone, also I love how it goes from sounding completely normal to becoming absolutely unhinged DHSDHSHDS)

-> The feline demon just stares at you silently, tail lying lie against his legs. He's hearing what you're saying, yes, but his brain doesn't seem to be processing everything. -> Good job, you broke him!

[daddyd0nt]

I think I get so sour about artists like Ginger or Nicole or Ethyl is because when I find them Im like "omg somebody like me!" and then i find out they have vacation homes and have an endless flow of income to survive on while producing their art with no other responsibilities and a yacht and I feel like the dirty poor kid in middle school again