#mobile;; ooc

[catcze]

Wriothesley can hear your loud stomps from a mile away as you furiously speed-walk to his office door like a bloodhound trailing a scent. Even if not for that, the way that you bang your fist on the door is enough to grab his attention.

"WRIOTHESLEY." Comes booming in from the other side of the door. It's thick wood. He wonders how deaf he would have gone if the door hadn't protected him. The door (the thick, supposedly impenetrable door) rattles on its hinges like a screen in a hurricane when you try to kick it again. "DID YOU EAT MY DONUTS."

It's not even an accusation at that point. It's practically a declaration of war.

"WRIOTHESLEY!" You yell so loudly a group of guards turning the corner down the hall scramble back the way they came. "Open up, jackass!"

Wriothesley, knowing he cannot escape the consequences of his actions, merely settles deeper into his chair as he drinks his tea. His last meal. Drink. Similar thing.

The door keeps rattling as you yell profanities at him, until one of his traitorous guards approaches you hesitantly, saying not a single word but offering up the spare key to his office with shaky hands, head low and aggressively avoiding eye contact.

"Oh!" you say, demeanor switching immediately, losing the intimidating glint in your eye as you gingerly take the key. You smile kindly. "Thank you very much!"

Then you turn back to the door, the threat of violence in your eye as you wield the key like a weapon of war, inserting it into the keyhole and twisting it with a dark finality. The guard wonders if they should fear for their superior's wellbeing.

Wriothesley looks up from his newspaper as you close the door ominously behind you, somehow maintaining a blasé facadé even while staring down certain death.

"Well?" you prompt him, eye twitching like a stressed villain from a kid's cartoon show. You round on him in an instant, too quick for him to escape. Somehow, he keeps up his poker face. "Care to explain where my donuts went, Duke of Meropide?"

"I didn't eat them," He deadpans, staring you right in the eye. He pointedly does not acknowledge the white powdered sugar on his face.

"There's white powdered sugar on your face."

"Ah. So there is."

Another cartoony villain eye twitch. "Want to try that again?"

"...I love you?"

"And I love you. Last chance, though."

And he folds like a lawn chair. Wriothesley knows this is a fight he can't win. Even Neuvillette would tell him it's best to just kick the bucket and plead guilty at this point. He sighs breaking eye contact first like a wolf with its tail between its legs.

"Okay, I'll buy you another dozen of them."

You cross your arms, staring at him. He sighs.

"Another two dozen."

You soften just the slightest bit, coming close to perch on his lap and lean into his space. Instinctively, his arms come to wrap around your middle, pulling you against him.

"And?"

Wriothesley leans forward too, enough for your foreheads to touch. You can feel the breath of his sigh against your lips.

"And you have my sincerest apologies for taking your things. In my defense, I thought they were mine at first.”

“Apology accepted,” you say, satisfied, and peck him quickly on the lips. Before it can turn into anything else though, you’re springing up from his lap. Ignoring the disappointed furrow in his brow and the way his arms have still not moved from their position holding you earlier, you take his hand and pull him up from his chair with such startling enthusiasm and surprising strength that it has him stumbling for a second. You pull him towards the door regardless.

“C’mon, you’re making good on that apology right now, Wrio! Hope you finished your work!”

And no, technically he hasn’t finished his work. But he already knows that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, and that pushing that work to tomorrow wouldn’t hurt. Probably. Whatever— it’d be worth it.

So he just sighs and gives the palm resting in his a squeeze and let’s himself be pulled along. You squeeze back.

“As long as you let me have a few. Those were pretty good.”

[fxckin-blackbeard]

ᒥ💀ᒧ—         Hot take, but the line "He was your friend" said by Jim to Kraken!Ed about Izzy always bothers me. Was he Edward's friend?? He was a really shitty friend, if so. Edward was terrible as the Kraken, don't get me wrong. But, Izzy wasn't a good guy before he lost his leg, either. He only tried to help Edward because it served him. Before that, he was thriving in Edward being Blackbeard again. You see that at the end of season 1, he's excited to feed Edward's darkness. This is just my opinion. Maybe a bad one, be gentle with me, we all interpret media differently.

[dark-wil-wheaton]

dark wil wheaton give me a tarot reading

[whohasfourthumbsand]

+ Who Has Four Thumbs And-

+ -used them to design four new arms? This guy!

+ Tutor said I wasn't allowed to scale down Zheng parts so that I can punch holes in the wall (she also made me sign up for a class on the dangers of sleep deprivation?) but I still made some much-needed upgrades to their overall strength. I'm going to field test the new parts myself before potentially using the designs to upgrade Kennedi's work-in-progress. There might have been inspiration taken from the Caliban, but I'm legally not allowed to confirm anything. Only imply.

+ The tubes are temporary; I haven't worked out the cooling quite yet, plus I tend to overextend my joints when I'm still adjusting.

[meet-the-courier]

Brodie: Heavy liftin' comes with its aches n pains! Might as well alleviate some of it.

[moonrevolutions]

‹𝟹♡ ̆̈༝༚༝༚ here are some overlays / gifs i conjured for headers, graphics, etc etc and never used! maybe someone will use them. idk and idc. like and reblog if you found useful. or don't, i'm not your mom. + credit not necessary. hmu if you want the longer / larger versions i wanted to upload, but tumblr hates happiness. happy late vday!

[askinsufferableprick]

if u wanna read in chronological order (browser only sry)

rules run by @insufferablemod

[lunaetis]

sits down and holds out my paws : date threads ?

[soulrph]

this is a loving reminder that just because your character is set in a specific universe, doesn't mean they have to stay there. likewise, other people's muses might be originally based in a particular world, but that absolutely doesn't mean that they want to keep them in that world. the wonderful part of the rpc is that we actually don't need to take things so seriously! what does it matter if ted lasso woke up in the same universe as tony stark? does it really make any massive issue for us to put shrek and kaz brekker into the same thread? not at all! go wild! don't let the fictional boundaries of fictional franchises stop you from having fun! the purpose of the rpc is to have a good time with one another: we don't need to have a fully fleshed out reason for these characters to interact! we can just throw them together and see what happens! so go forth, have tons of fun, and don't let logic stand in the way of anything on this dash!

[pentragonart]

„Roommate education“ (japanese reading direction ⬅️)

Wolfwood is a social healthcare worker and Vash an unidentified being (alien?Birdman?Angel?).

[rubctosis]

The way he looks like he about to bite-

[darkest-before-dawnclan]

Who in the cast of characters has lost family members to the beast?

Half of them:

-Poppypaw and Fossilpaw have lost both of their parents

-Mistypaw has lost both of his parents

-Coldpaw has lost her mom and two littermates

-Murkpaw has lost one of her dads

Thornpaw, Rustypaw, Honeypaw, Sunpaw, and Smallpaw haven't lost any family to the beast so far*, though everyone has lost friends and mentors

(* Disclaimer: this will likely be tweaked some as I fill out the background cast)

[peach-cant-sleep]

Thanks for liking for doodles. Been going through some stuff so it was a good distraction. Away from my art tablet so have traditional doodles.

Cropped stills + Tags under the cut.

@mxmario

@chaoscircus / @kings-forest

@crvptd (with a little bonus @lultimagoccia because someone had to hold the laser pointer)

@rothotnikz / @undecipherable

@thebananwithaplan

[fyodordostoevskeys]

The poor teenage girl who bullied me is now torturing my friends! Lol, what a loser!!

She is making up fake information about me and my Iranian friend.

If she disturbs your asks don't pay attention to her, she is like a dog, when you give her attention she will continue to disturbs you.

She is literally disgusting.

If she annoys you, don't pay attention

SHE HAS SOME PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS AND SHE WON'T TAKE HER PİLLS.

SHE IS LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO FIGHT WITH PEOPLE

[captainseamech]

//it was Munday yesterday and while I don't post pictures of myself, I wanna show my cat

Her name is Molly and she's a short haired American tabby mixed with Maine Coon! She showed up in my yard last year and she's a sweetheart <33

[mxnster-soul]

Heya guys/gals/and fellow nonbiney pals!