#sdklfs

[stevethehairington]

loooooove when spotify lyrics are wrong. like yeah you DO pay for balls, i bet it ISNT a cheap day 😂😂

[payaso-affairs]

powerless, and feeble weak and *gets throttled*

[cuddlycharlotty]

So, i've been thinking abt a Sonic and Shadow swap au...

Idk, the idea of Sonic taking Shadow's place (in his own way) sounds rlly interesting to me.

tldr; Antihero Sonic lives rent free in my brain

[oficeandwind]

@abyssmalice: I'll give you 10k credits also

"kafka was generous enough to gift me more credits than i know how to reasonably spend. any other offers?"

[elkenbulwark]

and you kept us awake with wolves teeth.

[originemesis]

//wake up, babe - the new guitarspear playlist dropped.

[auditioheros]

also i'll mostly be on my multi today. check it: @chmerical

[engagemythrusters]

best comment i have ever recieved has been "Excuse me while I go gnash my teeth"

[yuexias]

starter for @vvfied

truth be told, zhiyun doesn't quite know what to feel or think as he stares at angela across from him. but what he does know is that this growing silence between them is making him uncomfortable, like the calm before a storm. "what time's your flight later? do you think we have time to have dinner together before you leave?"

[amoriscustos]

❝  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱  my  argumentation--  i'm  not  willing  to  die  on  this  hill,  but  i  am  willing  to  kill  you  on  it.  ❞  well,  now  she�� knows--  never  mess  with  mina  and  her  idols.

ft. @chimugukuru // kamado hida // sc ( accepting ! )

[simiansmoke]

*CHOMP* "Hmmm... You know I always thought you Kongs would taste more like beef! How dissapointing!"

The feeling of someone reading over one's shoulder isn't exactly a pleasant one. Especially because he wasn't reading anything at the moment (SHUT UP, HE CAN READ-...kart street signs), and each time he glanced back - the feeling was proven as just that...a feeling.

Of course even more unpleasant than that is an actual chomp to the sensitive mid-section of between tough shoulder-blades. With a voice cracking yelp and a shake, he gives the vicious flea a vicious SHAKE before noticing the translucent, floating light.

"...you know, it's bad enough there are ticks out here. GET LOST-"

[scottstiles]

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS

CARLOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LATA!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIT ON DEAN OMG LKDSJFKSDFKJGNDFSKG xD XDXD

[dootznbootz]

sdflkj NIKO lsdkjf NIKIKO I sklfj I'm going to sob. ksjfd AAAAAAa I LOVE HER ksldj MY SILLY GIRL slfkj THAKN YOU SO MUCH

Niko, thank you so much for the gift!!! sklfj It means so much and you're so talented and kind!!! Thank you so much for bringing Water Wife to life with your lovely doodles 🥹

Hi @dootznbootz i missed her so here we are

[metamorphiisis]

moira's 'powers' is, in essence, biotechnology stitched into her. there are cybernetic implants installed upon her head to allow her ease of control to when to activate and when to shut off certain functions. the tubing that wraps from the hardware on her back into her arms utilizes pre-existing arterial structures, hence the 'veiny' look that we see on her purpled arm where the path of the biotic energy can be observed (and also thus the eventual decay as repetitive use occurs).

the backpack along with external tubing can be easily removed without much fanfare. shutting the hardware off is as simple as 'thinking' it, and can thus be disengaged after this thought. its primary function serves to create a 'vacuum' force that allows moira to take in biotic energy and thus convert it into energy that can be used to heal. its secondary function is, then, to act as a vessel to hold these energies until she can utilize them.

the orbs are self-explanatory 'condensed' versions of these functions. whatever this biotic energy is that she utilizes, it naturally carries a 'floating' property, 'elastic' enough to bounce off of walls. i like to think of them being condensed in a way similar to spider eggs are stitched together by the nanotechnology threaded through her palms.

[elkenbulwark]

@wildskissed cont.

The promise, even if he wasn't that confident in it coming to pass, was noted with further furrowed shoulders that he shoved forwards stubborn as a cart horse refusing it's load out of her grip each time she said something off key, and threatening him with both a good and bad time given the order of events that would surely follow some busy bodies in the camp getting a gander at a mouth shaped bruise on his neck that matched hers in outline, definitely counted as one of those times. Perhaps it was better she had taken up her cause from behind, he thought, considering the heat still hung from the top ends of his cheekbones. Less of a chance for her to see just how much she was succeeding in utterly frustrating him aside from the disgruntled huffs and snorts he'd issue periodically. "Not that you're not already a pain up the neck- but...we could all do without the whole throat tonguin' thing with that other bastard what comes round with 'is ugly upside-down tusks." It was hardly a secret to who he referred. And he found that just having mentioned him helped harden the lines along his shoulder's sternly set line.

Stiff as he was, her hands upon the resting place of his reminders to always keep his brother's safety seriously enough to draw raised eyebrows at times, was enough to send a shivered disturbance through the half-orc's spine. All through the process of entertaining her (unwise of him though it was-) he'd forgotten that peeling his shirt away and granting access to his back held with it the potential and certainly uncomfortable conversation about why part of him looked run through the meat grinder. It's with his lip pinned under the pensive weight of his tusks dug in enough to draw blood from chapped lips that he realized that was never his intention for her- certainly not why he'd come by that night after one too many flirty dares and provocative claims that he was simply too scared to be caught alone with her. Well, 'scared' wasn't the proper term for what he felt once she'd had her fill of the sorry sight, but he couldn't deny how the height in his shoulders fell afterwards.

It was the feeling of her lips dragged carefully along the crestfallen slopes that invited yet another sound from him, only it sounded more akin to a low groan opposed to his usual huffs. He broke the quiet exchange with a "...actin' like there's not a myriad of ammo to be used against you al'ready. I shouldn't know where to put more-"

Of course the tadpole had something to ay- or rather feel about that choice of words, and a brief flash of an image in his head- of his splotched hands grasping her hips to hold her against him caused his breath to hitch for a moment before he knocked the thought provoking worm around with a harsh as it was quick shake of the head. Gods...they were all hopeless with the things nestled in and exploiting every passing thought he wouldn't dare linger on for the paranoia that all could actually see them; well- in this case, there was no telling what other worm carriers could perceive from others like them. And despite his bet efforts to stare firmly ahead as she continued her attempts at soothing the highest pair of high-strung shoulders, he shifted- suddenly uncomfortable with the way his legs crossed over each other upon the tent floor as he squeezed his ankles and curled over his own lap with eyes half-wrenched shut as her wistful words found the back of his ear.

A hard swallow helped his concentration enough to still long enough for her suggestion to sink in, and he found himself nodding, albeit with some hesitance in a sour gaze spread wearily around the tent. "...if there is some spot to lie in here...you should direct me to the area that's yet to have been subjected to your latest..." A nose wrinkled as he jutted his jaw towards the discorded erotica she'd yet to really explain beyond never looking a gift horse in the mouth. "...hobby." With that said, he shifted around cautiously as if to warn her that he was leaning back on his hands now and that if she didn't want to get partially trapped beneath, that she should adjust to sit beside him instead of behind, much as he paused to tip his head in to the teasing tone. "Does anybody really need anything? Ya live by makin' due without-"

[originemesis]

@arachn0philia xxx

@originemesis asked: ❝ you’re a fucking narcissist. ❞ pot- meet kettle.

A side eye, and a loooooong snort. "'Least I got somethin' ta' show for it. Fuck me if m' wrong, but loosin' eternal paradise? Not one, but two a' your wives?" He sucked a breath in through his teeth. "Yikes."

A counter side eye and an equally long snort is his initial response. His talons fanned out and grasping the air like he's about to grapple and jerk some balls for an offense is the aftermath. "You should only get fucked if you're RIGHT, dude-" Though his sentiment is cut short with the other's sour mentioning of a certain wife or two-

"...put a whole glass up your ass and fall off a high place to shatter it, why don'tcha? Fuckin' DICK. You have so many in your mouth that's all you know how to speak now?" Dick was definitely a language. Trust him, bro.