A.C.E, Slow Dive [THE SHOW 200505]
What if there was a fic for the 2003 turtles where Mikey is captured by junior scientists and put up for auction amongst a bunch of villains that Bishop just happens to be at? Not only that, but the scientists could treat Mikey like a wild horse (meaning they have him being ridden, running around on all fours, and whip him every time he gets out of line/doesn’t do something to a T).
Eventually, someone in the turtles’ family circle would find out, and all Hell would break loose.
My beautiful (pre-shed) baby, Gordon
me , actually writing ?? It’s an absolute MIRACLE
I don’t appreciate being called out like this
Princess by Włodzimierz Kukliński (2018)[1024×1369]
Aliones, half elf half Gilnean… Dog elf. Goth child of two literal ray of sunshine paladins. Technically a druid!
Comet NEOWISE from the ISS
My new awesome transmog!!!!!! Sárina Magtheridon EU Fury Warrior
Complete Set Death Knight Mythic gear from Argus
Also including Level 6 Legendary Cloak Battle For Azeroth & swords from Blackrock Foundry :)
Fuck Reality, Aykut Aydogdu, Digital, 2018, [800 x 1001]
🎊Oh my gosh guys!🎊
My new dog Pandy had puppies last night! We didn’t even know she was pregnant :0 what a surprise gift! ❤❤❤
We got two little doggos a boy and girl but sadly the third was just to weak to make it.
Lol im so tired i stayed up all night since 1am to help her through it and I’m still awake haha. Ima need me some dirty beans.
Me: *makes my server look like the type of guy i’m into on Papa’s Cheeseria so I can daydream about running a restaurant with my future s/o
I wrote a fucking sentence. Here is the fucking sentence (and the location descriptor):
Svartalfheim – 2013 Convergence
Black crystalline sand crunched beneath her boots as she walked across the barren surface of the Realm of Dark Elves, eyes scanning back and forth for some sign of the skirmish that had brought down the mighty Thor.
Here’s the teaser I posted for Reckoner like, forever ago that comes before the sentence:
Guayaquil, Ecuador - 2013 Convergence.
A sudden air temperature reduction in Rowynn’s immediate
vicinity provided an advance warning that the manifestation of an entity was
imminent. She rose quickly from her knees, considerably displeased that her wolfsbane
harvesting had been interrupted. Aconitum napellus, subspecies napellus,
native to Great Britain, the beauty of its vivid bluish-purple hued flowers
masking the potency of its toxicity. It grew well in this climate, and in
addition to its inherent value as a fast-acting poison, it perpetually served
as a reminder that things aren’t always precisely as they appear to be.
She stood, hands on her hips, light-grey eyes darting
back and forth, scanning for the initial physical indicator that would identify
whom, or what, had thought it advisable to tread upon her domain. There were
few who were privy to her location, and of them, those capable of traveling in
such a fashion could be counted on one hand. Thirty seconds elapsed, and then
another thirty before she spotted tiny flecks of golden light. As their number
increased, she realized that this was not at all what she’d expected, and that
this particular visitor was from outside of the corporeal realm. The particles
slowly coalesced, finally taking the shape of a female wearing battle armor
over a rust-colored dress, her blonde hair worn lose and covered with a
copper-toned veil. While the hair appeared to be red, Rowynn knew it was blonde
because this woman before her had been one of her students in the
not-too-distant past, and a rather gifted one at that. Her being here now, like
this, meant that her time had come…and recently, for the door between worlds
seldom remained open for very long. The image grew clearer, fully defined, and
the woman began to speak.
“Rowynn. My son has fallen in battle. He is beyond the
reach of all but you now. I ask that you go to him.”
Rowynn clenched her jaw, inhaling deeply through her nose, then exhaling as she spoke. “Frigga. There are…consequences.”
Frigga’s voice cracked as she replied. “I am aware of the consequences.”
“And you wish to make this choice for him?”
Frigga nodded, whispering softly. “I do. Please. Go to him. I beg you, go to him.”
Rowynn’s hands left her hips, arms extending, palms facing upward at shoulder level. “Tell me where.”