#playing with food?

[ghoul-butch]

i love my fans 💚

(for context anon (blank account) is trying to figure out how to misgender me)

[dovewingkinnie]

i liked when dr harley sawyer was messing with u like a mouse type of guy to put u in a maze and watch u collect seeds

[sunsetcorvid]

dear mojang

add more crops in minecraft im begging you im on my hands and knees give us tomatoes give us onions give us strawberries give us peppers

add more food recipes please give us sandwiches give us more pastries give us pudding or some shit

sincerely, the farmer of every minecraft server

[secretdazedragon]

[asheanon]

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" (From Dirk for Sal?)

From: Starter sentences inspired by The Lion King

She was in the middle of replacing a light bulb. Or at least she was, in theory.

Every motion of the bulb's turn, every instance of the sound of metal grating against metal in relatively insignificant subtlety was brought to a halt. Slowly. Awkwardly. A bewildered expression enveloped her face in tandem.

Just to her side, there he stood, a giant lurking in the shadows. It was that stranger... and, as of now, the culprit of her current confusion. The perplexing perpetrator whose words had dumbfounded her into a complete and utter loss for words. She could only look at him and pray some sort of insight could be gleaned just from doing so - that the synapses of her preternatural brain would finally fire off - her answer delivered. Alas, she was given no intellectual purchase whatsoever.

As soon as her lips parted to inquire on the matter, however, it was in that very instant that an idea emerged from the ether. The cognitive void filled - finally illuminated. A light came on somewhere upstairs, if you will. 💡

She and the lamp were now both aglow once more, chasing away their respective shadows - a few literal ones and some of doubt. She wouldn't quite describe it as "playing," but fair enough! Seemed he had been doing a little bit of research on her kind in his spare time. That is, unless...

“I’ve got it!” … It was not the lamp he was referring to.

Her attention was redirected to the small, elated voice - yet another case of illumination in this series that just transpired. Some ways away, Mina sat upon the floor, legs criss-cross-apple-sauced with a jigsaw puzzle. Thanks to some literal light being shed on the matter yet again, it was on a renewed verge of completion. Notoriously a professional puzzle-r, most of it had been completed by her vs. the wayfarer; Sal’s most valiant form of assistance had been changing the burnt out bulb, perhaps. Regardless, her little triton friend was nothing but smiles, continuing to puzzle away in delight.

All would have been well once more… if not for this stranger suddenly manifesting from the shadows yet another day. Mina had no idea he was even there. Not yet, at least.

After some seconds that felt like the passing of an eternity, Sal’s uncertainty took a turn for scrutiny as her gaze crept back over to him. Eyes narrowing, he received a rather suspicious stare.

. . .

Supernatural as he also proved to be, in addition, she wondered if the question was possibly coming from common ground somewhere... If that was the case...

“... Do you like puzzles?” Why not invite him into this humble abode to find out? If he dared to demonstrate. He was already there; if he was anything like her, there was little shooing him away as it was. Translation: "Did yours?"

[reunitedinterlude]

stupid bitch (affectionate)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thanks for listening to my sad backstory. Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

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[lucabyte]

monologue

[sev-ille]

I may be pointing out something completely obvious, but Round 7 takes place immediately after Round 6?

Like immediately after.

Hyuna is still there, bleeding. Like it's so unlikely that Mizi and Hyuna have just been roaming for days. Like after round 6, it's been maybe a few hours at most?

My thoughts are a mess rn but damn that sucks for Till if that's true (not that it doesn't suck if it's not).

Ivan dies in front of him, then he has a change of outfit and immediately has to move onto the next Round. No wonder he looks so fatigued, like he's about to pass out at any moment.

Did he even get to eat or drink anything? I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, but still.

[dyinggirldied]

You know, imagine Danny decides to take on millions of jobs (that never last long) just so he can have something to put on his resume and to also experience life in a weird way after he makes peace with his half-death.

One of the jobs being the background actor. Usually no one bothers him much until this one crazy man, the director who insists on him doing the main role of his upcoming movie.

And what's that movie you may ask? The movie about the life and death of the tragic Jason Todd-Wayne.

Meanwhile, the one doing the role of Bruce Wayne is none other than Jason Todd, or whatever fake name he is using. He was caught by the unconventional director whilst on his merry way.

[shotmrmiller]

kyle asking price and johnny what's up with simon having his earbuds in and phone in hand the moment they touch foot on base because before last week, he hadn't even known simon had a phone.

how did you think he got in contact with people?

i just figured he didn't.

anyway, price just shrugs and says, "gotta new girl or somethin'." johnny nods absently, lips twisted in thought.

"somethin' like tha'."

sure enough, come dinner time he can hear a higher pitched voice carrying a sense of urgency or excitement, he can't make out which it is, words coming out in a rapid fire manner.

accent is distinct too, colloquialism that hints at a different region or even country, peppered with slang he's only ever read online.

curious but it's nice to know someone's come to get to know the big man past his rough (and he means bloody rough) exterior.

he quickly tunes it out after, of course, not wanting to intrude on personal matters. but then it's a rare moment when simon's without them.

kyle manages to get snippets then.

(hey, love, just making some dinner; your favorite, actually. shrimp pasta alfredo.)

price taps him on the shoulder and he turns away, snapping back to reality. in the back of his mind, he vaguely remembers simon having an aversion to seafood.

he must be remembering wrong.

in the debrief room while they wait for price, he catches another.

(actually just finished unpacking the last of my stuff. you were a real help with this, i would've hated having to pay for movers.)

kyle recalls seeing simon haunting the hallway as per usual. he must've taken a time off.

on the way to the local strip club. why simon's there at all is a choice but his relationship with you is none of his business.

(yeah, uhm, i'm home and i checked the windows and bathroom like you taught me too. i still can't shake that feeling, yknow? i don't mean to worry you.)

since simon isn't talking to them about it, he must be getting rid of that issue soon. good on him. at least one of them gets to go back to a warm home and a soft pair of thighs.

(kyle doesn't question the other male voice in the call. nor does he question why simon isn't saying a word during it. simon's relationship with you is none of his business. he just hopes he'll get an invitation to the wedding.)

[cuterefaction]

Can you imagine a wedding attended 90% by multiple Harry Kims? Adorable.

I know we didn't spend all that long with the crew of the Anaxamander but they give a really nice-if-made-almost-entirely-of-sass vibe. I hope they'll all be okay :)

[punkitt-is-here]

bandit heeler must have abandoned dignity long ago

[xxplastic-cubexx]

//LOUD INCOMPREHENSIBLE POINTING//

[canisalbus]

hii i'm so fascinated with the anthro dog worldbuilding and had a question about it !!! if domesticated canines exist in the world, do undomesticated canines (wolves, foxes, coyotes, maned wolves, etc) also exist? if so, what role do they play in society? ^_^

Domestic dogs are the only anthropomorphic species, they exist in place of humans.

Wild canines exist, but they're just regular wolves, foxes, coyotes and so on. Anthro dogs view them the same way humans view apes and other primates. They recognize that wolves are superficially similar to them in some uncanny ways, but have no gualms about hunting them. To a dog living in the pre-Darwin era, a wolf isn't a distant relative, it's a wild beast that will eat their livestock.

Actual pet dogs are entirely absent.

Other domesticated animals exist as normal. Anthro dogs keep cats as pets, raise chickens and ride horses.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

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