“I’m going to fucking cain and abel you.” -Arackniss/Angel, of course, been awhile since the last cain and abel'ing
“OH CRY ME A FUCKIN’ RIVA’. IF YOU AIN’T WANT YOUR FUCKIN’ SHIT EATEN LEAVE’A NOTE! IF I FIND LEFT OVA’S IN THA’ FRIDGE YOU KNOW MY FAT ASS IS GONNA TAKE IT.”
Her upper hands begin the Italian Hand Gestures. “WHA’S DA’ MADDA’ WITH YOU’SE, HUH? HOW LONG WE BEEN LIVIN’ TA’GETHA’? KNOWN EACH OTHA’? AH FUNGUL DON’T BLAME ME FOR YOUR SHORT SIGHTEDNESS!”
@muckduckgoose said ;; ((hearteyes for Louie?))
send me ‘ hearteyes ‘ for my muse to — without giving away names — describe someone they have a serious crush on ;; accepting
“ He’s... nice... Really nice... And funny... and cute... And just... genuine and happy and makes me feel good and nice and like I don’t need to be anything more than just myself and that’s... nice... ”
“ The only problem is that he looks at my brother the way I wish he’d look at me and... I can’t compete with Huey... I never could and I never would want to because he makes Huey happen and Huey deserves to have something nice, something that’s just his own... ”
POKE PUNS. // @touchfled
❝ What do you call a Pikachu that fixes computers? A Geek-achu! ❞
“ Teach ... ”
“ ... Well ... I guess you tried your best ... ”
“Just kidding. I want to pull you apart like a twizzler.” -Castello
“You couldn’t fuckin’ handle all’a this with your lil noodle arms. Just say you wanna fuckin’ pop anotha’ cap in my head and save tha’ creativity for ya’ art class, fucker.”
He had walked into the event with a simple plan at hand; he, a beriless man with need for resources, was to enter the gathering posing as a waiter, cooper haired with an unnatural drive to serve, waiting for the perfect opportunity to discard the act and blend in with the aristocracy, seeing and hoping for someone to be distracted enough for his hands to steal whatever he could find. Certainly a rushed, risky plan, but this occasion posed a chance he couldn’t waste, for such place was a goldmine in his eyes, so to leave without having robbed anyone would be a mistake only a fool made.
It was quite laughable how easily he got in without much trouble, since the place was seemingly understaffed, soon finding out why —how unpleasant it was to be looked at with disgust, to be demanded with a snap of well-kept fingers. It was clear why the staff would rather choose to be absent than tolerate such horrible treatment. He felt the humilliation creep on his body like venom, uncomfortably prickling at his skin; would he too, be just like them had he never left his birthplace? His throat grew dry at the thought of it, swallowing hard before he rushed away.
Upon entering a bathroom that was far enough to be ignored, his first action was to wash the copper color off his hair, letting it return to its natural pale blue shade for him to stylize it differently. A coat that he had stolen to cover the vest he used, the discarded tie and a different hair color and style would be enough to hopefully fool the gathering, he mused —except for his mask, but he wasn’t about to discard it in favor of a place full of strangers, one of might could recognize him. Very few had heard his voice, and despite his height, the people there weren’t interested in what or how a waiter looked like.
So the first thing he did before putting the most exciting part of his plan in action was to head outside, begging for fresh air to fill his lungs and remind him such place and people were past him. That he was free, yet terribly lonely. The balcony was the nearest place to breathe, but as soon as he stepped out he caught sight of one he had met somewhere different. Clearly, he was surprised, pleasantly so to say the least; even so, he couldn’t let his hopes get the best of him, instead walking slowly in her direction, waiting for any sign that would tell him she remembered him too, taking the time to lift her hand and place a kiss in it.
❝You looked quite lonely out here, milady❞ he stated simply, as he carefully let go of her hand, smaller and well cared for in comparison. ❝Are you enjoying yourself?❞
@sxlverswan // CONTINUED.
@specialops <3′d for a starter
“Lower it, I’m not going to unload on you today.” Stated with AGGRAVATION weaved within her tone and despite the words she waited a long beat before lowering her own weapon. Not who she was expecting, and not the best day to have a reunion. Gun by her side, opposite hand props upon her hip, turning away from Leon, one person she isn’t entirely afraid to turn her back on. “... The government send you here? Or did you take an accidental detour?” The coldness wasn’t necessarily aimed at him, she was on high alert these days ━ it was hard to keep up the act when one was supposed to be dead. Harder when the forced isolation had started to take a toll on Ada’s mind. Sure, she was a tough and complex woman ━ but she was still human.
Yeah he wouldn’t know what to do on a date?
Unless you want a bunch of dragon facts.
He can cook pretty good too!
Arms rested against the wooden railing, amber eyes gazing out into the hazy horizon. The rain filled the air with a light hiss, the mist risen from the ground and forming a light fog throughout Liyue.
He never paid much attention to the weather, but for once the Yaksha found himself allowing his thoughts to wander, soaking himself to the bone in the cool misting of rain, inhaling slow the scent of damp wood and stone, with a hint of salt from the pier from whence the rain rolled from.
This was just one moment, less than even a blink in comparison to the Yaksha’s days, but it was one where he’d found himself a spot of peace.
@diaquatre 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋: "Leona... I think I know why you refuse to get out of bed sometimes..." Somehow he's managed to rug himself up in all the blankets on Leona's bed, looking akin to a human burrito. How long has he even been there for? Who knows! ↳ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. // 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
This was truly an interesting find, as he was on his way back to his room to this exact thing. He’s simply staring at the third year for a moment, before the inner workings of an amused grin appear on his features. He looked comfortable, and Leona wanted that too.
‘ How are you gonna get out of that? I’m not helping ’ maybe he would eventually, he wanted to be comfy too, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him first.
Oh, you’re off for the day? You think you’ll miss him? That can be fixed until you come back. Yes, that’s a slithering feeling up your thigh, yes, that’s a small, living tentacle he just spawned from his right arm and that will keep your plenty of... entertaining company neatly tucked inside your underwear until you return to him later.
It might or might not listen to you whenever you tell it to start or stop or switch intensity or speed. Have a great day out there.
‘ Just let me help. ’ Wriggles his metal fingers, arm on display from the elbow down, shirt sleeves rolled up to combat the end of Spring sun. ‘ I’m handy with a wrench, just tell me where to stick it. ’ @tzdkh
“Maybe they’ll take each other out. It’ll save us all the trouble.”
@fizzarolli said: Is that a Von Eldritch? It is!
It's even HELLSA—isn't that fun? She's not as much of a loser as her brother; he'd even go as far as to say she's good company. If you also happen to be a bitch who doesn't take things too personally, and he likes to think he is, so he'll make the effort to engage her. With a swift swipe of a tendril, obviously, to see if he can take her ankles out before she can knock his stupid jingling head off his fruity little shoulders.
Someone just antagonize her already, she deserves it
Hellsa lets out an undignified little yelp at having her feet knocked out from under her, tentacles surging downwards to catch her before her body actually hits the ground. Upon regaining her balance, her eyes (in her panic, she has made several extras) snap to the unknown offender, narrowing upon landing on the tacky excuse for a wind-up doll before her.
For lack of anything better to throw at him, she rips out one of her eyes and lobs it at his dumb, smug face. “Well, fuck you too buddy.”
Literally knows no one who is in their 50’s what???
@nvertoolate - “ we’ve been played. “ (From apprentice Terra)
Betrayal Prompts || Accepting
So much for easy mercenary gigs.
A single blue and pink rounds whizzes through the air, connecting with skin exposed between the slightest opening in armor. There’s always an opening somewhere, and her trained sight is able to pick out even the smallest of gaps. Combined with her efficient sharpshooting skills, the woman is a fearsome foe for any hero or villain. And even as the body is still dropping she’s already loading another one of her bullets in to her arm, seeking out her next victim.
“ Slade is too careless. Why have an ego if all it does is foil your own plans ” There’s the slightest bite in her tone, her irritation evident. They’re lucky these are only normal officers, the heroes absent from this little skirmish. It makes things easier to clean up, and Lady Nagant fires off another quick shot.
“ Don’t jump in. If you start using your powers the heroes will be called in. As long as they think they’re only facing off against a sniper then they’ll keep their guard down. And go figure out where Slade wants us to go I’m not dying for anything stupid ”