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Drabble-A-Thon 3 Prompt 8

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit 

Prompt: Medical Kink

Contents: Mentioned Medical Trauma, Medical kink, Doctor/Patient Roleplay, Masturbation.

Dabi has had an... unfortunate amount of experience being in hospitals. Born prematurely, his quirk going wrong when he was a kid, the coma, though at least he didn't remember that, and then any back alley clinic that he could get to while he was on the streets to keep him alive after that. Every day that he can, he's got to allot time to cleaning his seams and checking his staples to make sure that none of them have been fucked up, and it takes him joining the League of Villains and going to see their mad scientist for a physical to realize that he... might hate going near doctors. By the time he gets back from seeing Ujiko, he is shaky, sweating, and his heart just won't stop pounding in his chest. He doesn't even bother to go downstairs and see any of the others, just going to his room so he can lay face down on his bed and ignore the world. 

He doesn't know how Shigaraki found out that he'd been on the edge of completely losing his cool, but he had found out about it and had come to see him. He still isn't entirely sure why he let the guy who tried to kill him into his bed in the first place, but at least his dick makes it worth the bit of insanity.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks, not waiting for an invitation before he's climbing into his bed with him. Dabi does not move over to give him any room, continuing to mildly smother himself in his pillows because at least he's choosing this tightness of breath. 

"Don't like doctors." 

"Any reason, or just a general distaste?" 

Dabi pulls his head up from the pillows to level him with an incredulous look. "I wonder." 

Shigaraki flicks his ear reproachfully. "I could help with that, I think." 

It's mostly just curiosity that has him snorting softly as he says, "Yeah okay, sure." 

///

This is definitely the most elaborate that his lover has ever gotten with set dressing in their scenes and Dabi's body is already humming with excitement as he sees that an examination table has been moved into their bedroom at some point while he was dealing with the Lieutenant's meetings. His lover is stepping out of their closet, dress shirt, slacks, and pulling on a lab coat, his hair tied away from his face for once. 

"How the fuck do you get this stuff? You're like horny Houdini." He snorts, but the heat that is starting to spill into his veins is hard to pin down. He can't pretend that he isn't turned on by his partner and how enthusiastic he always is to do as much as he can to make a scene feel realistic, but that realism still makes his skin a little clammy as he tries to use this play to keep himself from having a panic attack the next time he needs medical attention. Is it the most healthy way of coping with his issues? No, absolutely not. But at least Tomura makes it fun for him. 

"A magician never reveals his secrets," His lover tells him dryly as he moves over to the section of their bedroom that has been very deliberately set up for their play. "Come here, firefly, I want to give you your check-up." 

He didn't plan on protesting anyway, and he discards his coat as he makes his way over to the table and hops up. Tomura doesn't immediately move into his space, eyes dragging over him as Dabi's body tingles with anticipation from what the other will do to him. "What's up, doc?" 

"I want to make sure that you're seams are healing well." He is already wearing his half gloves, but he has to keep those on beneath the nitril ones that he puts on as well to keep them from falling apart under his quirk. Dabi would have made a smartass remark about that, but then Tomura is stepping into his space and reaching up for his face. 

Dabi's breath catches in the back of his throat as the cool gloves touch his skin, thumbs gentle as they run along the seams beneath his eyes. He gives them the slightest pressure, the kind that he knows makes his whole body tense with anticipation of pain, only to be continually met with that softness instead. 

"Does that hurt?" Tomura asks him, his voice soothing, but distant. 

"No, Doctor." 

He brings his fingers along the edge of his jaw, down to his lower lip where he can feel the way that Dabi's breath trembles slightly as he traces the seam there down along his chin. Every touch is smooth and deliberate, bringing a tingle across his skin that his mind struggles to know what to do with. For as ridiculous as the set dressings are, they do confuse his senses, uncertain if he's allowed to be warm like this in this setting, but Tomura's sure, knowing touches are bringing his arousal higher as he moves his hands along his neck and down to the front of his shirt. 

"I'll need to remove this to continue the examination." His voice lower too as he sees how quickly the panic has warped in him as he does his best to stay still beneath his palms. 

"Okay," he reaches, but Tomura stops him, instead finding the invisible zipper down the front himself and dragging it slowly until it's hanging open. He guides it down over his shoulders with a feather-light touch that makes him shiver more than the cooler air of the room ever could. And then his hands are back on him. They aren't touching him in a salacious way. If he were actually maintaining his seams himself it would be just like this. But the simple fact that it's his lover's hands on his body, the way that he is looking at his skin like he is no more or less interesting than the countless bodies that a doctor really would see every day, that makes him warmer. When Tomura's fingers curl around his side  and it brings his body closer, Dabi sucks in a sharper breath. The touch hesitates, Tomura meeting his eyes like he's confused at his reaction. 

"S-sorry, your hands are... cold." It's not a lie, but it has nothing to do with the heat that is in his veins. "Don't stop." That might be a bit too far  but he's getting so warm as his lover moves his hands back around and down to his belt. 

"These will have to come off too." Tomura tells him before his hands retreat. 

He makes  Dabi get off of the table and slip out of his boots before he has to hear how loudly his belt unthreads from his pants. It's humiliating when he has to drag those down his thighs and it becomes plain that his cock is starting to swell even beneath his black boxer briefs. Tomura looks unimpressed by that which only makes him even hotter. 

"Hmm," he teases two fingers over the swell of him and Dabi immediately has to bite his lip from how sharply his arousal spikes. "I think I'll need to take a look here as well. If you can get so excited over something so simple, then there might be something wrong with your nerves."

He's more than willing to accept that as an excuse as Tomura's hands go back to his body, tracing along every seam until he's short of breath and trembling. Until he's leaking through his boxer briefs and Tomura takes him out and moves his fingers over every inch of him, clinically, even making him turn and cough as he cups him in his palm, which just puts a sharper, humiliated pleasure in his veins. Making him jerk himself off into a sample cup whites out his mind so completely that he barely registers it when Tomura tells him he seems to be getting very warm and that he wants to test his temperature. Not until he has him bent over the exam table and he's reaching to rub slick fingers over his hole. 

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🕯️Carry On Countdown 2024 • Prompt List ❄️

Hello Snowvians! It's our pleasure to announce that it is once again time for the annual 2024 Carry On Countdown. The Carry On Countdown is a fandom hosted, month-long ‘countdown’ event to the Chapter 61 Snowbaz anniversary for The Simon Snow Trilogy by Rainbow Rowell. The event begins on November 25th and features daily prompts to help inspire all kinds of wonderful fan-created content as we draw closer to Simon and Baz’s anniversary date on December 24th.

We encourage fanfiction, fanart, cosplay, memes, songs, playlists, crafts, etc. The prompts are completely up to your own interpretation and can be used in your original content however you like, but if you have any questions, please send us an ask. 

Speaking of, our admins are excited to present the prompt list for this year's Carry On Countdown: 

Day 1, NOV 25: Something Old

Day 2, NOV 26: Chosen

Day 3, NOV 27: AU/Alternate Universe

Day 4, NOV 28: Daydreaming

Day 5, NOV 29: Forest

Day 6, NOV 30: Truth/Dare

Day 7, DEC 1: Gently

Day 8, DEC 2: Bleed

Day 9, DEC 3: Side Ships/Alternative Ships

Day 10, DEC 4: Dinner

Day 11, DEC 5: Wavering

Day 12, DEC 6: Normal

Day 13, DEC 7: Lyrics

Day 14, DEC 8: Sour

Day 15, DEC 9: Sweets

Day 16, DEC 10: Punk

Day 17, DEC 11: Surprise

Day 18, DEC 12: Vessel

Day 19, DEC 13: Fluff

Day 20, DEC 14: Teeth

Day 21, DEC 15: WLW

Day 22, DEC 16: Angst

Day 23, DEC 17: Goats

Day 24, DEC 18: Holiday Shopping

Day 25, DEC 19: Truce

Day 26, DEC 20: Savour

Day 27, DEC 21: Intertwined

Day 28, DEC 22: Snowed In

Day 29, DEC 23: Alight

Day 30, DEC 24: Something New

You are welcome to participate in as many or as few of the days of the event as you wish. Completing every daily prompt for the COC is not mandatory, although anyone who does will earn a special spot on our “Page of Honour” once the event has concluded. 

The COC is a fan-created and fan-run event, and we have a lovely, dedicated team of admins who are busy organizing all of the fun: Cora @otherpeoplesheartachept-2, Froggy @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, and Raegan @carryonmylovelies.

Even though we can hardly believe it, this is the 9th consecutive year that the fandom has hosted this countdown, and its admins are thrilled to continue this cherished tradition with you all. We feel quite lucky to be a part of something so special every year, and we truly cannot wait for another delightful season of sharing Snowbaz fan-creations with one another. We wish everyone who is planning on participating in the countdown the best of luck. And don’t forget! Our askbox is always open for any questions you may have concerning this event.

Reblogs are very much appreciated (please reblog!), and the hashtags we encourage using with posts relating to the countdown are #Carry On Countdown and #COC 2024. 

Much love,

The admins of the 2024 Carry On Countdown ❤️‍🔥

[vices-aand-virtues]

House of the Dragon + Reductress headlines (13/?)

[rubyceleste]

if the swelter lingers (7/?) 41.6k

oscar/carlos, omegaverse, rated e

chapter 7: system

Sharp white sinks in. It looks familiar. Memories flood, of Fred giving him a similar look a few years back, when he had already known the earth was shattering from beneath his feet. There was nothing to do to stop the fall. He knew he’d end up scorched alive, burnt by the guts of the world. He also knew everyone would be there to enjoy the show.

[wigglesdtuff]

Think i had too much to dream last night...

[samssims]

GRWM pt 2

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[jq37]

Absolutely No Adventures: Season 2

Big Announcement! Season 2 of Absolutely No Adventures starts dropping on October 14th--National Dessert Day!

It's been in production for a WHILE so I'm super excited to finally officially give a release date. It's going to be six episodes, released weekly.

Here's the new cover for season 2! There are some Easter eggs from the new season in the background.

If you want to catch up on S1 (or listen to it for the first time) you can do that here! Here's a blurb of the premise for newcomers:

Absolutely No Adventures is a fantasy (un)adventure story that follows Sig, the owner of Signature Eats bakery, as he aggressively avoids becoming embroiled in any daring quests or chosen one shenanigans even though the universe really seems to want him to do just that. This is a story about cutting Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey off at the knees to chill with friends and staying far, far away from the slightest whiff of adventure. And also baking. This is also a story about baking.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

A Desperate Fool - Part 10

Part 9

Last time: Eddie and Nancy finish their long conversation on a heavy note

~~~

“Dustin, your phone’s going off,” Eddie shouts, hands shoved into the soapy dish water. He cocks his head around and watches the phone vibrate spasmodically across the table for the third time in twenty minutes. The only sounds filtering through the two-story brownstone are the phone and Dustin’s off-key singing in the upstairs shower. 

He sighs, grabbing the clean dish towel to dry his hands with as he crosses the kitchen to silence the damned thing. Dustin invited Eddie to temporarily move in with him while Suzie was out at Boston teaching a seminar for the semester. It’s been a nice change of pace since the paparazzi found the temporary rental he was staying in.

Eddie’s apology to Dustin had been quite long. Dustin’s swift forgiveness was shorter than Eddie expected. It almost hurt to be forgiven so quickly, but when it became clear it was conditional on never talking about Steve– or even Robin– Eddie couldn’t argue. It’s a fair compromise. Whatever it takes to have an honest to god friend again.

So when Eddie picks up Dustin’s phone, he genuinely considers throwing that friendship out the window. The screen says ‘King Badass’ surrounded by different sportsball emojis, overtop a picture of the two of them leaned up against the classic 1980’s maroon beemer. Steve’s got one arm wrapped tight around Dustin’s neck, a mint chocolate chip cone on the ground at his feet and a strawberry cone in Dustin’s outstretched hand. 

The picture must be relatively new. Eddie’s never seen that navy sweater, or those aviators before. His smile is as wide and gorgeous as he remembers, and Eddie only wishes he could poke his fingers into the picture and pluck the sunglasses off that pretty face to see those golden, hazel eyes look back at him. 

Before he knows what’s happening, before he can stop himself, before he can even think about anything at all, Eddie swipes right and hits the speaker button. He’s silent, frozen, and scared out of his mind as he listens so, so intently to the sounds of Steve breathing on the other end of the line. Knuckles white, Eddie turns the volume up as high as it goes and closes his eyes. The soft breaths wrap around him in the same familiar way an old, oversized sweatshirt does on rainy days.

Then a lot of things happen, very suddenly and very fast.

“Henderson? What the fuck, man– are you going to say anything?” Steve’s voice screams out, causing a tingling in his right ear where he’d had the phone smashed to his head. 

Eddie gasps, involuntary and ragged.

A pause. 

Then, “... Dustin?” Steve asks, knowing full well the person on the other end of the phone is not, in fact, Dustin.

A loud, indignant, ear-screeching squawk from the stairs stops Eddie from responding. Dustin’s standing there, across the room wrapped in a towel and dripping onto the hardwood, glaring at Eddie like he’s a cat with his hand in the cereal bowl. Which, he sort of is.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie’s not sure who he’s talking to when he says it, but he thinks it applies universally in this particular situation.

Dustin shouts, “put it down!” at the same time Eddie hears the faintest whisper through the phone.

“Eddie?”

He’s never heard his name uttered the way Steve breathes it in this moment. It’s a prayer at a funeral. Flowers at a graveyard. The edge of a cliff. A haunted house. It’s everything and it’s too fucking much. 

“Stevie–”

The phone’s snatched away from him as Dustin storms back upstairs, turning it off speaker. 

Heart pounding, ears ringing, head in a fucking fog, he swallows the acid flooding his mouth and moves back to the sink on autopilot, shoving his hands into the hot water to keep from pulling at his hair. Dustin's muffled bickering echoes down the stairs– he thinks he picks out something like won’t let you– but can’t make out the words.

He hums the melody he’s been toying with just to drown out the argument. It hurts in the way everything about Steve hurts, an ache he’s slowly but surely getting used to. 

Almost thirty minutes later, Dustin leaves with a quick ‘be back soon’ shouted over his shoulder, slamming the door behind him before Eddie can respond. He’s not sure where he’s gone to, but it feels obvious in the set of Dustin’s hunched shoulders and the redness in his eyes when he comes home again hours later. When Eddie asks if he’s alright, Dustin says he’s fine. 

They don’t talk about the phone call.

~~~

Part 11

Tag List!!!

@sadisticaltarts @5ammi90 @blacklegsanji21 @jaytriesstrangerthings @thewickedkat

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[bridgeportbritt]

St. Peter's Cathedral | Belomisia, Selvadorada

Gianni somber: Thank you all for coming. I'd like to say a few words.

Gianni: I wish I could stand here today and say what an honorable man my father was. I wish I could say that we had the best relationship and that my siblings and I could say he was someone we looked up to. I really wish I could say those things but unfortunately, that's not our reality.

Gianni: To know my father is to know that he had a lot of faults. I mean, he died in prison after being sentenced to 20 years, for senseless crimes that affected everyone around him. As his son, he made it impossible to stick beside him. It took him finally paying for his crimes to start taking accountability for any of his actions. Talk about frustrating.

Gianni: Even though my dad left behind some complicated relationships with each one of us, I am forever grateful for the brothers he gave me. Grayson was nothing like my dad. Every trait he possessed was good-natured. He was the first of us to forgive him. He's a stand-up man and husband. My younger brother's Guy and Garrett are two of the coolest kids you'll ever meet. Understandably, Guy didn't want to be here today. The way those two stand by their mom, how they excel in school, I'm just really proud.

Gianni: So, when I was asked to speak on behalf of my brothers, I thought about how difficult it would be to talk positively about my dad. But while it's not the cleanest, he does have a pretty great legacy he's leaving behind. While I wish things could've been different, I wouldn't change a thing about who I get to call my family and that's in part to my dad. May he rest in peace.

As usual, here's some gameplay shenanigans as well. Had everyone stay in a Selvadorada Rental while they were in town for the funeral. Gave the girls a chance to get to know the younger brothers!

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Our little life is rounded with a sleep, ch. 9

They kiss and get their hands on each other as quickly as they can when they’re alone at the Abbotts and John learns Buck along with his lines, where to scratch and where to linger, where to kiss, bite, suck, lick. He learns his smell and his moods and the exact color of his eyes, the constellation of his moles, the curve of Buck’s lips and the taste of his mouth.

Things don’t change, until they do.

[taylortruther]

fortnight reminds me of how quickly love can change, like have i known you twenty seconds, or twenty years? when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? and been living so long in a twenty-year dark night, why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in? and i was a dreamer before you went and let me down so watch me strike a match on all my wasted time… i thought that it would kill me but it didn't, i woke up just in time

[echoes-lighthouse]

Promo/Pinned

Hello!! I'm Echo, 26, they/them, and I love my f/os!

I am anti-harassment and I love to create a safe and uplifting space with other people who are in the selfship community and don't bully other people for their personal limits.

Sooo if that's you, then please reblog so I can follow you!

My Current Main Selfships:

Hoid (Cosmere Books | #like attracts like)

Vampire Polycule [Armand, Lestat, Louis, Daniel, Gabrielle] (Interview With The Vampire | #messy vampire polycule)

Slasher Orphanage [platonic: Sadako, Carrie, Jason, Brahms, Billy & Stu, Vincent, Michael] (Mixed Sources | #evil slasher orphanage)

Jester Lavorre (Critical Role | #my sweetling)

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story | #my ghost boy)

Shigaraki Tomura (My Hero Academia | #my gamer boy)

Digital Poison [Valentino and Vox] (Hazbin Hotel | #digital poison)

I'm biting the bullet and making one a big F/O list for everyone else: no requirement to read it, but if you're worried about sharing, then feel free to check it out! I don't have any issues sharing 90% of my f/os and I just ask people to tag anything I have issues with: I'm more than happy to do the same for others!

[pianokantzart]

The Super Mario Bros. Redux (Pt. 8)

What would happen if, in The Super Mario Bros. Movie, after Mario and Luigi are separated, Mario was the one who ended up in the clutches of Luigi’s eventual arch nemesis, while Luigi teamed up with some of his own close allies to go rescue him?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 ________

Following the map on his Dual Scream and going deeper into the mountain, Luigi stops when he encounters a giant metal facade shaped like E. Gadd's face, whose mouth forms a shut door that blocks his path.

"H_ld on," the static-muffled voice of E. Gadd assures over the DS, "I'll g_t th_ do_rs open."

Sure enough, the metal mouth opens up, but as Luigi walks down a long, dim hallway, he grows nervous about the worsening signal between him and the professor, and he begins slapping the side of his device to try and fix it.

"Easy th__re son_y. Just k__p f_llowing the map. The s_gn_al sho_ld clear up right ab_out.... now" E. Gadd's crackling voice assures. On cue, the professor's voice and picture becomes crystal clear as Luigi emerges from the illuminated tunnels into a large laboratory.

"Normally, signals can't travel that far underground," the professor explains. "Luckily, I built a frequency booster into my lab. If I hadn't, all communication and teleportation in and out of Thwomp Mountain would be impossible."

"Teleportation?" Luigi asks while prodding at the large satellite dish in the corner– what he assumes to be the frequency booster.

E. Gadd chuckles. "See that large green monitor on the east end of my lab?" Luigi's attention shifts enormous glowing green tv screen on the opposite end of the room. He approaches it as the professor continues: "That's the Pixelator, Kiddo! And that's exactly what we're gong to use to get you into King Boo's mansion.

"How do I use it?" Luigi asks, looking around in awe of all the technology around him. E. Gadd replies: "Just stand in front of the monitor. I'll use my Dual Scream's remote access to set its destination. Give me one second."

While Luigi is waiting for Professor E. Gadd to activate the Pixelator, he notices the atmosphere in the room begin to change; the lights dim, and the air grows cold to the point that Luigi can see his breath.

"Professor, I'm not one to tell you how to use your own technology, but I think you accidentally turned off the lights... or the thermostat?" The professor responds to this comment with a long moment of thoughtful, anxious silence.

"Luigi, did anyone follow you into my lab?" E. Gadd eventually asks. This question intensifies Luigi's growing fear. He pulls out the Poltergust flashlight and looks around the darkened lab while saying that he didn't see anyone following him, to which E. Gadd shakes his head. "Just because you didn't see anyone, doesn't mean you weren't followed!"

Suddenly, glowing etherial bars block off the doors and the exits. Three greenies, a hider, and a slammer materialize and start wreaking havoc, frightening Luigi to the point that he runs off to take cover behind a lab desk.

Pulling out his Dual Scream, Luigi tries to ask E. Gadd what to do, as he has never seen these types of ghosts before, but to his dismay the professor's voice and image have been replaced with an alert that reads "signal lost."

Luigi peeks out from his hiding place, and sees the greenies are egging on the slammer as he tears large chunks out of the frequency booster.

Luigi, yelling for the ghosts to stop, leaps into action with Poltergust in hand. A fight breaks out, and while Luigi gets knocked around at first as he struggles to figure out his attackers, he eventually makes effective use of the strobulb and gets the upper hand.

Soon, the atmosphere of the room returns to normal and the bars disappear from the doors, but this brings little relief to Luigi. With the frequency booster broken he has no ability to contact E. Gadd., and E. Gadd has no control of his lab. Even the large metal door out of the lab refuses to budge, leaving Luigi trapped in the heart of the mountain.

Luigi sits down amidst the wreckage, struggling to hold it together. Bruised and exhausted, he takes off his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow, when who should appear but Polterpup who... seeing the hat up for grabs... snatches it away and runs off.

Luigi impatiently chases the dog around the lab until he trips over an overturned cabinet full of journals and schematics, scattering papers everywhere.

After finally retrieving his hat, Luigi begins to pick up some of the scattered documents, when he stumbles upon a file for the frequency booster, filled with blueprints and schematics.

Luigi thumbs through the file curiously. He looks at his useless Dual Scream, then at a box of tools in the corner. He takes a deep breath, and gathers up the broken pieces of the machine to see what he can do to repair the damage.

A montage ensues of him slowly and carefully fixing the frequency booster. With polterpup overlooking his progress in mindless, playful curiosity, Luigi manages to get the machine running after after a few tries.

Opening his Dual Scream back up, Luigi is pleased to see the "signal lost" alert has disappeared, but as he tries to call the professor he is surprised when Princess Daisy answers the DS in his stead.

"Hey! The Green Wonder lives!!!" the princess laughs, "What happened, man!? E. Gadd said he lost contact!" "Ghosts." Luigi said with a meek shrug, "they damaged the machine that lets signals leave the mountain, but I got it fixed."

"Brains and brawn? You're just the whole package, aren't ya!" Luigi smiles shyly at the complement, but before he can thank her he is interrupted by a heavy thud and the sound of commotion on Daisy's end of the line.

"Are you okay?" Luigi asks. "Oh yeah! We just entered Evershade Valley airspace and there's this stupid purple mist that makes it impossible to see." Daisy explains, "Luckily, The Professor has pinpointed the main locations of The Darkmoon fragments, so that should make navigation a little easier. Oh! Speak of the devil-"

E. Gadd suddenly arrives, and interrupts by pulling the Dual Scream from Daisy's hands. Luigi overhears a brief scuffle between the princess and the professor, but E. Gadd eventually wins out on the argument that Daisy needs to focus on the controls before she drives the entire ship into the side of Snowcap Mountains.

"Luigi!" E. Gadd says once he has hold of the Dual Scream. "You had me worried!" "Sorry. I–" "It's okay Sonny, what matters is I've regained a signal connection with my mountain lab! I assume you made quick work of those ghosts?" "Y-Yeah! I–" Luigi tries to explain, but the professor impatiently waves him off. "Well, we've lost too much time as it is. Get back to the Pixelator so I can get you out of there!"

Luigi goes to the Pixelator, and though he remains mesmerized by the machinery he grows a little nervous upon reconsidering the idea of being teleported. "You' sure this is safe?" he asks.

"Well, none of the mice I tested it on had any complaints!" E. Gadd. says, "however, you might want to hold as still as possible, just in case." Before Luigi can reply, the machine activates. With a terrified yelp Luigi flies apart into pixels and is sent hurtling through the vortex of a shining green TV screen.

[randomcatgen]

Luckypaw is a long-legged apprentice with dull, lilac and white fur. He is 11 moons old. He has round, heterochromatic light blue and brown eyes and a round jaw. He is ambitious and bold, but defensive. He has a hard time adhering to social cues. He smells strongly of earth.

[stupidgw2characterideas]

An asura necromancer who has a holo channel post EoD and enthusiastically talks about different death practices across different cultures/races of Tyria:

Assk, a Mortician

[madamairlock]