#Opi: :D?

[daylesspax]

Hehe, more doodles of old traumatized men, with color! Pls ignore my bad grammar when labeling these geezers hehe… 😅 Also still changed around the prompt but generally the same idea

Neither of them are okay

[space-nerd-sam]

Behold, some ✨bugs✨

[citrine-elephant]

in regards to my last post:

... going through this pain and documenting how i feel throughout the recovery process is REALLY fuckin helping me process more realistic ways of portraying suffering in my art and writing.

the temptation to write a lil thing based on that poster for re4 (05) where leon takes a chainsaw to the chest (and what i had recently drawn a bit of lol)

[nymph0maniaccc]

Misery Loves Company

1k words

Jax Teller x Fem!Reader

Background: Jax is fresh out of Stockton, but instead of going home to Tara, Abel, and Thomas the newborn son he hasn’t even met yet, he’s forced to stay in a halfway house. That’s where he meets you—troubled, sharp-edged, and dangerous in all the ways that should make him stay away. But he doesn’t.

Series Warnings: Strong language, mentions of drug use, criminal past, cheating themes, eventual smut MDNI, show spoilers.

a/n: This will be a 4-5 partish series will a few blurbs in between cos if you have any request you can send them<3, this is also written with a black female reader in mind but anyone can read as long as you aren’t being weird. Also thank you to my baby @starfxkrinc for proof reading mwah<3, last but not least enjoy!

14 months. 14 months without Tara, 14 Months without Gemma breathing down his back about shit at the club. 14 months without Abel. 14 months he’s been locked behind those cold metal bars not even able to meet his newborn son.

Chibs and Opie are supposed to pick him up, but instead, some smug state worker in too tight khakis and a clipboard is standing outside, calling his name.

“Jackson Teller.”

Jax stops walking, glancing over at the guy in the khakis and cheap button-down. Looks like every other pencil-pushing asshole who gets his rocks off on controlling people’s lives.

“Yeah,” Jax says, jaw tight.

“Follow me.”

He doesn’t like being ordered around, never has. But he follows anyway, knowing better than to fight it. His lawyer already told him early release, but he’s got to do time in some co-ed halfway house before he can go home. Supervised reintegration, they call it. Glorified babysitting really.

Jax doesn’t say shit as he’s driven through Stockton in some government-issued beat up sedan, watching the city pass by. He wants to go home. He wants Tara. Abel and Thomas considering he hasn’t even met him yet. He wants his bike. Instead, he gets this: a two-story house with barred windows and a sign out front that says Hope Recovery Home.

Yeah. Fuckin’ great.

Inside smells like burnt coffee and old cigarette smoke. The place is barely livable dim lighting, stained carpet, a couch that looks like it’s been through hell. He’s seen worse, but not by much.

“You’ll have a roommate. House rules are simple no drugs, no fighting, curfew at ten. You work a job, you go to your meetings, you check in with your PO. You screw up, you’re back in Stockton. Understood?”

Jax doesn’t answer, just clenches his jaw and nods once.

“Good. Go introduce yourself to your housemates.”

He walks in without looking back, running a hand over his buzzed hair. It still feels foreign short, military-tight, a constant reminder of the past months spent inside. He doesn’t even get two steps in before he sees you.

You’re slouched on the couch, one leg propped up, taking in his every move. The first thing Jax notices are your eyes.sunken in, dark, too big for your face. They don’t move when he walks in, just stay locked on him like you’re sizing him up.

He does the same.

Medium brown skin, smooth despite the rough life he can tell you’ve lived. Tattoos creeping up your ribs, a hint of ink peeking from beneath the bottom of the white tank top doing little to cover anything. Angel wings on your lower back.

He recognizes the look in your eyes, one he’s seen in the mirror too many times to count.

“You staring cause you like what you see, or cause you’re tryin to figure out if I’m crazy?”

Your voice is hoarse, like you spent the night screaming or smoking, maybe both.

Jax smirks despite himself, shifting his weight. “Little bit of both.”

That makes you grin, all teeth. He can tell you like that answer.

“You got a name?” he asks, dropping onto the couch across from you.

You exhale, biting away at the black chipping pain on your nails. Then, finally, you tilt your head and say, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

“You new here too?” he asked, trying ease the tension.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you let out a soft laugh and looked him over.

“I’m Jax,” he said, offering her a hand, though he didn’t expect her to take it.

You studied his hand for a moment, eyes dragging up his tattooed arm fingers grazing dangerously against his skin. when you spoke again, your voice was low and almost seductive. “Call me storm.’” You didn’t explain why, but Jax wasn’t sure he needed to know.

“Storm,” he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue easily. It was both soft and dangerous, and it fit you somehow. You clearly weren’t the kind of girl who would take any shit.

“Just got out for assault,” you added, almost as an afterthought. “Drugs. Long story. Don’t ask.”

Jax raised an eyebrow. You clearly aren’t the type to overshare. Not that he blamed you.

“So you’re stuck here too, huh?” he asked, his voice softer now. You seemed like trouble, but it was the kind of trouble he was used to. The kind he saw every day when he looked in the mirror

Your gaze flickered briefly up and down his body like a predator sizing up its prey. “Yeah. For now.”

Jax couldn’t help but feel the pull between the two of you, like gravity was pulling him toward you in a way that didn’t make sense. Maybe it was because you didn’t treat him like some hero, Hell you barely knew him. Maybe it was because you got it, the rawness of it, all the frustration, the anger, the feeling that nothing would ever be the same again.

And maybe, just maybe, you understood him better than Tara ever had.

But as much as he was drawn to you, Jax couldn’t shake the guilt. Tara. Home. Everything he was supposed to come back to.

Still, when he studied your face again, smirk barely contained, something told him this wouldn’t be a simple story. Not by a long shot.

“Storm” he said, his voice low, as he took a step closer, “I’m not looking for trouble.”

You looked him up and down, her eyes sharp. “Trouble’s been looking for me my whole life.”

Jax chuckles, but there’s something in his chest that tightens. It’s not a good sign.

He felt the tension in the air. The kind of tension that could make you forget everything else. For a second, he thought about turning back to the door and walking away. Something he wouldn’t be able to. Not with his freedom on the line and not with you watching him like that.

“You ever think about what you’re running from?” Jax asked.

You tilted your head, studying him. “All the time,” you said softly, a flicker of something in your eyes.

Jax didn’t have to ask anything else. He knew. You were just like him.

[alltimefail]

Entertainment Weekly just placed Dead Boy Detectives on their "Top 19 Best Supernatural Shows to Stream Right Now" list.

Mind you, Dead Boy Detectives is making these lists AFTER cancelation! IT RANKED AT NUMBER 5/19 (and beat out some pretty big names, I might add). The EW is a hugely popular publication! It's so bonkers to me that Netflix would cancel such a highly beloved, successful show that I had to write them about it, yet again!

If you need inspiration to keep talking about Dead Boy Detectives and hold out hope that we can save this show, THIS should help. Keep streaming, keep promoting it EVERYWHERE, keep creating for it, and for the love of all things wonderful keep bothering Netflix. This show shouldn't have been canceled, and we need to keep reminding them of what a poor decision they're making. ESPECIALLY with GeekedWeek coming up, we need to be SUPER noisy for and about Dead Boy Detectives.

A transcript of the email I sent out today can be found below the cut! A list of Netflix exec emails can be found HERE.

!!!! Note: you can use my email as a framework or as inspiration, but DO NOT copy and paste it word-for-word, or else it will be marked as spam !!!!

Dear [Insert Recipient's Name],

I hope this email finds you well! I previously reached out regarding Netflix's unfortunate decision to cancel Dead Boy Detectives, but since our previous correspondence, there have been several articles admonishing the surprising and untimely cancelation of Dead Boy Detectives. The publications include but are not limited to BamSmackPow, CBR, CHIP, Quotenmeter, Serienjunkies, Serienfuchs, Filmstarts, Movie Pilot, Kino, Vodafone Deutschland, Dread Central, Pop Culture, Sentidog, Geek Girl Authority. and Animation World Network.

Three notable articles have come out post-cancelation that I'd like to highlight due to their succinct, well-informed perspectives on why canceling Dead Boy Detectives was a poor decision are as follows:

The Death of 'Dead Boy Detectives' Was Untimely by Lacy Baugher at Tellyvisions.org

Dead Boy Detectives: The Latest Casualty in a Concerning Trend of LGBTQ+ Show Cancellations by Sam Huang at TellTaleTV.com

Netflix made a grave mistake canceling 'Dead Boy Detectives' by David Opie at YahooNews

It would be remiss of me not to emphasize how these publications are not just central to the US and UK; the cancelation of Dead Boy Detectives is being reported and scrutinized internationally, in several languages and countries.

What truly prompted me to contact you again is an article that was released by Entertainment Weekly today, September 11, 2024. In the article, "The Best 19 Supernatural Shows to Stream Right Now," EW placed Dead Boy Detectives in the #5 slot: it outranked other shows on your platform such as Stranger Things (#13) and Wednesday (#18). The Sandman, the show which Dead Boy Detectives is a spinoff of, is notably not present on the list at all. You can find the article here on ew.com.

Dead Boy Detectives was also ranked as the #1 Best DC Live Action Show available on Netflix by MovieWeb, outranking titles such as The Flash (which has a whopping 9 seasons), Lucifer (a show that was so loved by fans that Netflix picked it up after its own untimely cancelation, mind you) and, yet again, The Sandman.

All this to say, Dead Boy Detectives is still making "Best of" lists even after its cancellation, and it is ranking exceedingly well on said lists! This speaks volumes in and of itself; people are just as outraged today as they were the day it was canceled and it's abundantly clear that critics and audiences alike love this show and want to see more of it! You have a hit show on your hands that is growing in popularity daily, meaning Netflix truly has everything to gain by listening to customers and rethinking this objectively unpopular and unfounded decision.

Please do not waste the immense potential of this incredible show that means so much to so many people. I appreciate your consideration today and implore you to listen to the outcries of fans and critics alike, to do right by the cast and crew of Dead Boy Detectives, and ultimately repeal its cancelation.

Sincerely,

[Your Name]

[shycrowns]

Some weird thoughts i imagen randomly about shattered glass

• SG optimus and megatron getting married before the war and seperated when it happened, SG optimus dates with SG ratcnet cuz he miss megatron so much he need a mech to replace that empty spot until he comes back. Did the medic know no, Its like cheating but its techinally your ex that you cheated on with a crazy medic.

• shattered glass x hamilton (i got this while hearing helpless)

• SG jetfire and Starscream (guys he's still alive) decide to escape their world and explore other dimension togather in silent and a lot of fluff

• SG Opy go back to time as orion, so that he can see d 16. Again when he cogless

• SG megatron meeting Canon Optimus and they have a nice time talking with each other

• Sg Megatron giving the Sg decepticons care and effection like a dad

• Sg megatron wearing a princess dress

• Sg sentinel and Sg 13th primes relationship are like abusive but more possesive and toxic with zeta prime

Thats it lol.

Edit : wth, why is there a lot of likes im not used to this ( ﾟAﾟ ) ngl i like that someone enjoy my writting but, why is this one getting a lot of likes then my other post.

[realg4lovee]

no solo escribo poemas, tmb soy makeup artist💌

una hace d to💐

q opi?

[cozzzynook]

TFP Idea

While out on patrol Optimus sudden picks up a strange signal. Quickly driving towards the signal he finds what seemed to be a strange escape pod, while checking it out he spots what seems to be a sickly sparkling. Quickly scouping up the bitty Optimus heads back to base so Ratchet can give a check up.

After returning back to the base Optimus quickly hands a very confused Ratchet the sparkling before addressing the team. After explaining what he found Arcee and Bulkhead volunteer to scout the surrounding area to see if their creators are near by in different pods. Couple moments pass before Ratchet returns back holding the sparkling in a warm blanket, "Well, I have good news and bad news. Good news: the bitty will live, they are just sick with a cold and will recover in a day or two. Bad news: They seem to be a hybrid of sorts a mesh between predacon and a normal bot so very un-likely we will find any creators." The grumpy medic gave a sombre look before handing the bitty back to Optimus, the Prime let out a sigh before gazing down at the sparkling. "I understand Ratchet, but we can't turn our backs on someone who is in need of help. For now on I'll look after them"

A couple days later the once sickly sparkling is happily beeping and babbling while climbing up Optimus's leg. The prime gave a warm chuckling before scouping up the sparkling giving them a gentle nuzzling that makes them giggle. Everyone expect Ratchet and Bee are surprised to Optimus acting like a carrier towards this strange sparkling but they all agree its the cutest thing they have ever seen.

{Hope you enjoyed :D}

Oh my gosh 😭

I love this!

Carrier Opi strikes again!

Bee knew because Optimus is his adoptive carrier and Ratchet knew because he’s always been Optimus’s friend and has seen him take care of Bee 😭

Bee has a new siblings alert

[opikiquu]

Opi opi d du durple Durple Sprunki the the dargon asdfasd ahahsdfsdfhahahahahha

i dont have a design for him yet……..

[princessmisery666]

I've never played D&D but I sound powerful and everyone gets forehead kisses!!

Okay, you had to know this one was coming from me.

Cast your mutuals as D&D races (and classes?) 👀

So I did the classes already, along with alignments. But I'll do them again. Let's see here.

You: Tiefling Ranger Jess: Gnome Warlock Becca: Human Wizard Shelly: Halfling Bard Megan: Dragonborne Barbarian Fe: Dark Elf Druid Sarah: Dwarf Monk Stacey: High Elf Sorcerer

And, again, I run an Aasmir Cleric so...

[dramoonartsy]

Wie in meinem letzten Post geteased: Ich arbeite gerade an einer Yaeklore x Wächter Animation! Hier sind meine Hand-Designs für den ersten Teil, natürlich mit ordentlich Headcanons und Spekulation ;)

Klaus:

-Funfact: Welche Ringe und an welchen Händen er sie trägt ändert sich durch die Videos.

Andere Headcanons:

-Kann sehr gut Nähen, hat als Kind immer die Klamotten seiner Brüder repariert und Puppen e.t.c. gemacht. Dadurch hatte er als Kind oft kleine Stichverletzungen a den Fingerkuppen. ( Ist mir früher auch passiert.)

-Durch die Regenerationsfähigkeit der Wächter verblassen Tattoos nach einigen Monaten, darum hat Santa eine eigene Tattoopistole. (So wie in Santa ist der Boss) Er hat außerdem noch ein Gleichheitszeichen: = und die Rhunen für “Stärke, Mut, Liebe” a den Händen. (Die lass ich euch mal selber googeln (oder fragt in den Kommentaren, dann geb ich euch den Link.))

-Hat Opi-Hände. …wie stellt man das Visuell da?

Eos:

Können wir darüber reden das er seine EIGENE HAUT AUFGERISSEN HAT?! das ist so makaber.

Andere Headcanons:

-Wir wissen noch nicht ganz genau wie die Zeit nach Irises Tod/ die Verbannung abgelaufen ist, aber im Moment stell ich mir vor das Eos sich distanziert und mit seinen Kräften experimentiert hat. Die Markierungen hat er sich vielleicht aufgemalt, als mentale Hilfe um seine Kraft besser durch seinen Körper zu lenken und mit der Zeit haben sie sich eingebrannt.

-(Die blaue Farbe hat er von Fips, er hat danach anstatt blauen Himmel nur noch schlechtes Wetter gemalt.)

-Zu der Naturvisuelle: Seine Kraft fließt z.B. über die Markierungen (wie Wasser) und hat sich mit der Zeit einen Weg geschafft (wie ein Flussbett). Ich animiere eventuell mal Eos’s Magie, weil das sonst schwer zu beschreiben ist.

Rhun:

Durch die Handschuhe sieht man nicht viel, darum hier mehr zum Aussehen:

-Dadurch das sie Nachts arbeitet ist ihre Haut sehr blass, dadurch sieht man sehr schnell Adern oder Rötungen a den Knöchel. (Außerdem hat sie einen Vitamin D Mangel, aber weigert sich zum Arzt zu gehen.)

-Tendiert zur Anämie (besonders White, würde auch die Migräne erklären) und hat ein ziemlich gefickten Schlafrhythmus, dadurch eher mattere Haut und kühlere Hände. (ich kann relaten)

-schlankere Finger, kein besonderer Grund dafür, nur so.

-Sammelt Tierknochen, Geweihe, Federn und sonstigen Kram den er finden kann. Quasi wie ein morbiderer Rabe. Benutzt sie gerne für Alchemie oder als Deko.

-Mag es nicht Sachen direkt anzufassen, deshalb hat sie immer Handschuhe, Zangen und Pinzetten dabei, falls Telepathie zu anstrengend ist. :)

-Hab gehört das sich einige Pagans auf die Innenseite der Handgelenke Rhunen zeichnen für Glück e.t.c., das seh ich auch bei Rhun. Ich könnte jetzt darüber reden warum Rhun für mich die Kriterien einer Hexe erfüllt, aber naja

Zeke:

Funfact: Ich hab mich entschieden an einigen Stellen in meinem Design chinesische Gesichts und Körperlesungen zu verwenden, da ich aber kein Experte bin und die sowieso etwas …schwammig sind, schreib ich die Bedeutung dazu. :)

andere Headcanons:

-Klaus hat Zeke über Motorräder voll gelabert, dass hat deren Wahl an Schutzkleidung unterbewusst definitiv beeinflusst.

-Zeke war mehr als einmal verheiratet, er trägt die Eheringe um eine Kette am Hals, damit sie nicht verloren gehen und vergräbt sie im Sand, wenn er über die Person/deren Tod hinweg kommt.

-Hat irgendwie sehr viel Fingerspitzengefühl und die Feinmotorik eines Kleinkindes gleichzeitig. Kann Zeke die kleinsten Teilchen umbauen? ja. Umgreift dey Stifte, Labellos und Gabeln trotzdem mit der ganzen Faust? Jep. zu 100%.

Fips:

-Hat oft sehr viel Farbe unter den Nägeln und trägt Nagellack auch um das zu überdecken.

-Hat zwar leider keine Toebeans wie bei echten Hasenpfoten, aber die Innenseite ist oben trotzdem etwas weicher und.. so squishy? Außerdem kräftige Nägel, wieder wegen dem Hasending.

-Hat als Kind viel an seinen Nägeln rum gebissen

-Durch seine Kindheitserfahrungen und Hypersensiblität hat er eine Abneigung gegen Schmerz und Nadeln, deshalb keine Tattoos, aber kritzelt gerne mit Stiften auf seinen Armen rum.

[howlingday]

Funny moments from sonic zombies but with rwby characters.

(by the way if not seen sonic zombies)

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3D2Py2TdM_DVw&ved=2ahUKEwjksa63srKHAxV7EEQIHaH-BXAQwqsBegQIDxAE&usg=AOvVaw23ZoHEXf2U1j38wUCdX8N3

Here you go

Oh, I have certainly seen Sonic Zombies, Hooba Dooba...

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It was the night before Non-Descript Winter Holiday, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring... HA! Except for Ruby on her Segway! Ha ha! Ngh... D-Dammit...

Ruby: Douching through the snow~!

Ruby: Riding my Segway~!

Ruby: Which I shouldn't have~!

Ruby: Because the company went under~! Hee-hee~!

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Weiss: (Talking to a pile of bratwurst) Und den, Helga grew up, und she didn't have to vurk at Disney anymore. Und vutt did ve learn? If you go to vurk at Disney, you might have a job! Ich liebe dich~! (Kisses pile) Ich liebe dich, gut nacht~! Gut nacht, liebchens~!

Weiss: Oh, und vutt are you all doing over here?

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Blake: (Sighs)

Ruby: (Zipping around) Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho~! Radical, dude~! (Knocks down camera) Whoa- OOOOOOOOOOGH!

Ruby: Hey, Blake! What's with you? You look like you could use some Chips Ahoy!

Blake: (Sighs) Oh, Ruby, I miss Jaune. We were so close...

Ruby: Yeah, we all miss him. I mean, not really, but yeah. I agree.

Blake: ...You know what, Ruby? You remind me of Jaune.

Ruby: (Dressed like Jaune) Gee, I... wonder why.

Blake: Ruby, I think I'm falling in love with you~.

Ruby: You know what this means~! I'm getting laid, only at your Wal-Mart~!

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Oscar: Now, see here's the master plan! I took all of Weiss' bratwurst to summon demons! I'm gonna bring those zombies back and with it- (Camera flies) OOOOOOOOOGH!

Oscar: Oh, dear zombie lords, come to me because I need help! If I can take over the world, people will actually respect me! (Shakes) WHOOOOOA~!

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Jaune: Since you're a vampire, you're not going to try to suck our blood, are you?

Yang: Naw, man, I just drink cherry and grape soda. More importantly, the only way we can kill Ruby as a Rose-Hound is if we weaken her first.

Pyrrha: And how are you going to weaken her~?

Yang: Well, we need to find us a fine, sweet-ass bitch to take care of her, because if she does her, then she'll be vulnerable, and if she's vulnerable, I can take care of the rest, man~!

Jaune: Well, if we're going to do that, then I volunteer YOU to do it.

Blake: Hang on now! Why should I do it?! Because I'm a woman?!

Weiss: Oh, nein, nein, nein, Fraulein Blake~! You are ze most beautiful, kindest, sweetest, most gentle woman in the world. You are so sveet~!

Blake: Aw, do you mean that, Weiss~?

Yang: Naw, you just got a big ass!

Weiss: Ja, ja, pretty much.

Pyrrha: Uh, I think maybe I should go, too, because, I mean, she might find a two-for-one special more appealing! You know, like buy one, get one free~?

Jaune: Okay, Pyrrha, you can go, too. But this is going to be very dangerous. In fact, you could die from her doing you too hard!

Pyrrha: God, I hope she does~!

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Blake: Okay, I'm going to get some champagne. Does anyone want some?

Nora: NO~! LET ME DO IT~! HUAH HUAH HUAH~!

Nora: (Pouring glasses) Huah huah~! I love the holidays because it means I can get drunk~! Jingle bells, la la la~!

Nora: Huh...? (Turns) AUGH?!

Ren: Ahoy there! We're from IKEA, come to deliver a bed for you~! Hoo hoo hoo~!

Blake: Oh, my bed is finally here~! The bed will be right upstairs, and, well, since it's the holidays, why don't you stay for the party?

Ren: That would be quite swell~! Hoo hoo hoo hoo~!

Winter: If it's not too much trouble, then we would be happy to partake.

Blake: (Sighs) Don't you just love Non-Descript Winter Holiday? It's a time for friends, and family, and getting together~.

Jaune: You know, I really thought something bad was going to happen tonight, but I'm really glad it didn't!

Yang: Man, nothing bad happens on motherfuckin' Non-Descript Winter Holiday!

Weiss: Unless you have the spoiled kids who don't get the right colored iPhone.

Nora: HA HA~! NO MORE CHAMPAGNE~! (Hiccups, Falls) I DRANK IT ALL~!

Ruby: Ha ha~! A drunk white girl at a party~!

And so, there was no more RWBY Zombies. Just RWBY and their friends, all having a wonderful time...

Yang: (Sighs) It's real pretty tonight. Kinda lonely, but... I dunno...

Winter: Ms. Belladonna? Ms. Belladonna, your bed is- Oh! Excuse me, you're not Ms. Belladonna.

Yang: (Blushes) Uh, n-no, no, I'm not! I'm Yang! Um, who are you, er, gorgeous?

Winter: I am Winter, and it is a pleasure to meet you.

Yang: Y-Yeah, nice to meet you, too! Hey, you wanna go get a drink with me, motherfucker?

Winter: (Giggles) That would be delightful. Please, lead the way~.

Jaune: Well, Blake, it's time for me to go. It's been fun, but I have a kitty-cat to scrub.

Blake: Oh, are you sure you can't stay a little longer~?

Jaune: (Sighs) Yes, I know you want to have sex with me, but... Well, audience, it's time for me to go. It was fun while it lasted. But all good things must come to an end. (Leaves) EXCEPT ME! I WILL LIVE FOREVER~! HUEHUEHUEHUE~!

Jaune: Oh, I had a kitty on Non-Decript Winter Holiday~!

Jaune: And I'm going to scrub it~!

Pyrrha: Well, Weiss, everyone's hooking up tonight except us. Wanna get a little... desperate~?

Weiss: EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A BULL FAUNUS HUSBAND WITH EIGHT CHILDREN! You disgust me! (Leaves) YUCK!

Pyrrha: (Sighs) I'll never get laid by someone with a big weiner...

Oscar: Hyuck~! Actually, I'm hung like a elephant~!

Pyrrha: OOH-HOO-HOO~! THAT MEANS YOUR DICK IS FIVE FEET LONG~! C'MERE~!

Ruby: Well, Blake, everybody else hooked up tonight. Except you and me. Maybe we can go in your bedroom so you can hooba my dooba finally~?

Blake: Actually, Ruby, that's why I invited you~.

Ruby: HOOBA DOOBA~?! OOHOOHOOHOO~! HOOBADOOBADOOBA~! I can't believe it! This is gonna be the best RWBY Zombies ever because I finally get laid~!

Blake: Yeah, why do you think I bought a new bed~?

Ruby: I-I dunno, maybe you shit in the last one- I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW HOOBA DOOBA~!

Blake: Well, Ruby, before we do it, there's one thing I need to tell you about~. Promise you won't leave~?

Ruby: Uh... You are a chick, right? I mean, dicks are fine, but...

Blake: No, I'm definitely a woman, through and through. But there's a little secret I have to tell you~.

Ruby: Um... Okay, I'm ready!

Blake: Ruby, I'm not a Cat Faunus. I'm actually

A DEMON THAT'S GOING TO DEVOUR YOUR SOUL!

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"WAAAGH!" Ruby shot up from the couch with a start. Panting, she whirled around, hoping she truly was awake. Confirming her reality, she placed a hand to her chest and sighed.

"Are you okay, Ruby?" Weiss asked from her seat across from Ruby. She had put the book she was reading down as she stepped closer to her partner.

"Yeah," Ruby stood and stretched, "I was just having one of those REALLY weird dreams. You hungry?"

"I could eat. Your usual milk and cookies?" Weiss asked with a flat look.

"No!" Ruby shouted, startling Weiss. "No, uh... How about bratwurst?"

"Oh, I haven't had a decent bratwurst in so long..."

[postsofbabel]

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[moonsofmachinery]

Can you do j1407b if you want to please :D

SEEING THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY. BECAUSE, I HAVE! SHE'S SATURN'S GIRLFRIEND!!!!

I'm not sure if you've heard the whiff around j1407b, but- in case you were unaware- It's actually pretty unlikely that j1407b* is a planet! At least in my personal opinion from the studies I've read- It's far more likely to be a rogue brown dwarf (or a sub-brown dwarf possibly?) with a large accretion disk! The story of why I made her follows me getting upset at the amount of misinformation online about j1407b ('Super Saturn' as a title will forever make me upset) so I decided to take the 'Saturn' part in stride and make her Saturn's girlfriend. To me, they aren't competitors. they can both have rings and both be yuri. Okay? Thanks for coming to my ted talk. ALSO J1407b'S NAME IS HORRIBLE BECAUSE IT'S NOT EVEN LIKELY IT ORBITS J1407! IT'S PROBABLY A ROGUE THAT JUST HAPPENED TO PASS BY J1407. SORRY IM PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS

*if you didn't notice, I call J1407b 'Opis'. This is because I realized if i wanted her to be relevant to any character in my Planetorators story, calling her J1407b all the goddamn time might kill me. So Opis it is.

[graniamania]

WYZWANIE KULTUR 💚🌍

To mój autorski challenge w The Sims 4. Każdy obrazek to opis początkowej historii odtwórcy danego pokolenia. Późniejsze losy w dużej mierze zależą od was :) Długość życia ustalamy według uznania. Do dzieła i miłego grania :D 💚💚💚

Link do filmu opisującego zasady: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NY_YLloWLrw

[driffting]

wróciłem do regularnego postowania (i regularnego przydłużania :D)

mam nadzieje ze uda mi się odnaleźć z osobami których aktualnie jeszcze nie znalazłem (możesz zreblogować ten post lub wysłać moj nowy nick komuś kto mnie szuka)

moze dzis znajde czas to ustawie profilowe, opis i theme