#neurvelist

[graedari]

Ashley Slashy how I've grown to love the. Thank you @neurvelist for showing me this man <33333

[agnirudrastuff]

I cant finish this but Based on @neurvelist meme I couldn't stop thinking of

[hiaennyddei]

Various drawings of I and @neurvelist's dnd characters

[heckmate]

i have a message on discord that is stuck on sending and every time I refresh the app it sends @neurvelist this message of an Odongh painting found in the Lump… discord so badly wants Ash to see Painting of Him

HELP.

[heckmate]

Tagging, with absolutely not a shred of pressure: @neurvelist, @diamonddew28, and whoever would like to do this! <3

Thank you @confetti-cat for the tag!

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

[wingsistance]

✩ cont from: here

[ txt ] agent edgy  | 4:30: uh, i’m hungry? to be fair, you woke me up. ...it was totally 4:28 by the way.

[centralcxmmand-blog]

@neurvelist

Of course this city would have all sorts of crazy surprises going on. And why not just add zombies to that list of surprises? Was this supposed to be some sort of cheap b-movie that was being re-created here. Regardless of the situation. Central wasn’t going to spend her time on her own, not at all. She knew where to get allies, and who else to rely on than a familiar face?

“Draco, I do hope you can help come up with a plan for us to get out of this mess,” Central asked as she held tightly onto her neural disrupter. It certainly was not an ideal weapon to use, but there definitely was worse options to consider. “Perhaps all your story writing’s given you some insight into putting an end to all of this?”

[anglerfishnabe]

@neurvelist (continued from HERE )

He’s very fast to swat the hand off. Like a cat protecting it’s territory he faces Cernat with a scowl and follows with a hiss:

“ You think you’re my grandma now or what? “ 

Ogata’s not really trying to hide the irritation.

“ You can shove your grubby paws back to your asscrack. The hair’s not a problem and certainly not yours. “

[thcpacifist-blog]

@neurvelist, from here!

... And in fact, that could apply to a lot of things! With how fragile Tyler is, you’d think he’d have some sense of self-preservation by now. Maybe it’s the fact Draco doesn’t look like a monster from his perspective, or just the Pacifist being overly friendly as usual. In any case, he gets a harsh reminder of what “personal space” means the moment he’s theatened, that serene smile turning into a frown as he attempts to tug that thin digit free of the other’s grasp in a subtle manner.

“Sheesh! Someone needs to learn how to relax.” Goodness, all this over a little contact. Or maybe it is too much and he doesn’t realize. It happens... often, in his case. Maybe he should work on that. “I... didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, sir. I just wanted you to appreciate our surroundings with me.” That smile returns, weak and sheepish. Indeed, the wind comment wasn’t a joke.

[bebopbounty]

                ❝  I THINK IT’S TIME WE BLOW THIS SCENE.❞

                            @bebopbounty // @neurvelist // @slipstreaam

[allcapsisola]

PERSONALLY, I HAVE AN URGE TO TOSS SOMETHING DOWN. YOU GOT A ROCK OR A COIN MAYBE? OR SOMEONE YOU DON’T LIKE?

– matei ‘draco’ cernat ( @neurvelist​ )

[ratofmeyham-blog]

@neurvelist

“Nothing rings ‘suspicious’ from a Suit wearing glasses that I can’t make any eye contact with.” Not as if Junkrat liked these Suits to begin with. They were always untrustworthy and liars, using others for their selfish gain. the only good thing that ever comes out of them, is the money they are willing to pay to cover their tracks. Though what’s the point of getting paid when it be best to steal from them. Just by looking at this guy, he didn’t like him one bit.

“What’s a guy wondering around all fancy like this. Going to some restaurant to coat out a deal or something mate?”

[mischiefreagent-blog]

@neurvelist--

    “Fancy seeing you around here, Cernat,” Loki said, of whom was currently getting a tiki daiquiri out of one of the stalls set beside the beach. It certainly wasn’t Asgardian mead, but any amount of alcohol would do when she wasn’t up to the godly constitution she was used to.

    (For the better or for the worse, really.)

    “Something told me that you’d keep your head out of these kind of crowds unless there was an ulterior motive,” she continued, mixing around a lime in her glass. “Oh, and yes, it’s Loki.” Smirk. “Wouldn’t be very much a God of Mischief if I wasn’t in for changing my shape from time to time, yes?”

    At least she rocked the bikini.

[dragonbecome]

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

“I hope you will not tell anyone.” A guilty pleasure of his? Difficult to come up with as he likely had a few. Drinking sake on full moonlit nights was one, even if it was harsh on his body and somewhat hard to process. Sleeping out in the sun was another, stretched out and basking in the raysr. Though they weren’t exactly what he wanted to confess to. “I think I could eat twenty bowls of ramen in one night.” Comes out instead, prideful in the matter. “Perhaps tonight.” 

[thedarksacrament-blog]

The eclipse brought a different kind of people. While the average person wandered in the daylight, the darkness was filled with people who had little hope, or if they did, stole it from others.

Shade could walk interchangeably between the hours. He could fake being fancy, but he also had the fangs to stand up for himself when the criminals came out of hiding. He’d been watching the sky for some time, noticing the eclipse was about to end. A smirk brought itself to his face as the most obvious of the outlaws chose to hide with the shadows: the ones who wouldn’t be able to mingle, dressed in their filthy rags and covered in bruises. One man in particular had caught his eye. He was dressed finer than the common bandit, but still chose to leave as the light emerged, staying up against the buildings for the shadows to protect him. Shade became curious. He jogged up to the other, and mocked, “Afraid of the sun, are we? Some kind of vampire?”

[wingsistance]

*slams desk* ✩ please

sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ✩ ғᴏʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ sᴛᴀʀɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ! - ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ!

there. he points them out steadily, each with their own sense of twinkling importance light years away only to pause on one in particular.

see that?

its not yavin, its not the star system that will always illuminate his soul but if you ask a guy where his heart is he’d definitely say home is where you make it and right now, he’s making it here. sure, its hard not to miss all the lush forested greenery ( the kind his mother only used to tell him about until little poe dameron was old enough to venture out on his own. ) with the heated dew of sunrise following him all the way into midday, home was a kiss from the sun beating steadily against the arch of the great temple celebrating alliance victories in firework bursts of pastel reds bleeding into the orange of an insignia he’d proudly wear for years to come.

maybe its not yavin, maybe its not the star system that charts every corner of his heart but it will always fill him with the cosmic dust of every constellation in it no matter how far he goes or what sense of home he makes, something to call his own beneath everything that glitters on not so radiant radiale.

“someday we’re gonna do it. we’re gonna get outta here and i’ll show you what it means to go home.”