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[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

Currently designing this sopping wet cat of a dinosaur ✨🪞🧿

[mechahero]

"Alright, you're on."

Tap tap!

A dark green tendril taps at a microphone, the object all too tiny for its grip. A split second of ear piercing feedback runs its way through the area, some of the camera crew wincing or jumping at the noise. And for the briefest of moments, the tendril droops. Awkward!

It mimics the way someone rolls back their shoulders, in some attempt it off. A bright amber eye peers out from the darkness of its cove and right at the camera.

"R-Right." He can feel the bile rising up for what passed as his throat. Either that or it was nerves getting to him. Unpleasant regardless.

"I'm Steve. Most of you probably know that already seeing that most of you live here." Steve pauses for a moment. Whatever poor creature that got saddled as the director waving their hand as if to tell him to keep going. "And.... we're currently taking applications for some sort of, eh, speed dating event?" Thumbs up. That's good!

"There will be a few boxes dotted around town. The applications will be right next to them. Everyone is invited to participate, including visitors. If you prefer to talk to one group of people over the other, be sure to check off the boxes stating so. Not that I know anything about attraction." He trails off into a mumble. Oh, a frown. Right, important right now.

"The boxes will be open until Saturday, please submit them before then if you would like to be involved. I'll be here if you need a hand- er- tentacle!"

[keromaiden]

@magicaldreaming | x

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Did... the atmosphere change? She couldn't help but feel like her asking that question suddenly made things tenser... phew, she had to stop herself from sneezing, feeling that brush tickle her nose ever so briefly.

"I was just thinking about the day you picked me up and brought me home... I know that's not really how parents adopt kids..."

"B-But- it's okay, I don't mind, it doesn't bother me- I was just thinking aloud, that's all! It's okay, Mom!"

[saiwola]

"I'm the eldest, former academically gifted, daughter to a strict, single, working, immigrant mother of a religious, conservative family..."

"And unfortunately, that shows in my taste in men..."

[joelletwo]

stretching out my hand forlornly imagine my boobs for me. they look great. my job should be having nice boobs

[djsangos]

//okay legit can't tell if i'm being paranoid or if genuinely something is wrong

like i don't feel THAT BAD but i feel JUST bad enough to make me anxious about it yknow

[voided-selfships]

God I was right. I'm not normal about Ice Twink

[storytelling-spider]

@infernalight asked ❛  i'll show you everything that you've ever dreamed of.  ❜ (valentino)

Vignette laughed, it was harsh and cruel and cold just as much as it was light and airy. She laughed like she did not know the meaning of the word fear or of sorrow. When she finally responded her voice was full of condescension, as though she was talking to a very amusing child rather than to one of the most powerful overlords in hell and the lover of the demon that technically owned her, "Oh, Monsieur Valentino, you are so funny. I promise, my dreams are filled with far more interesting things than anything that you could ever show me."

As she spoke she pushed in on his personal space, one of her six pairs of arms reaching up and adjusting the lapels of his robe, almost like a mother looking over and correcting a messy child's Sunday best.

[desiderium-eden]

@soulsxng

Rouri: !!! Rouri: I can't swim either, though...! How do we hunt them?

"Oh, it's a bit more involved than typical hunts. But basically, boats will be sent out to drop bait--typically discarded bones and scraps--to lure one toward the surface. Then there are ballistas on the coast that will fire these large chained harpoons at it."

"Then once it stops struggling, we pull it in to be butchered. Or frozen with some magic. To make it last longer."

[roetrolls]

so melmel. thoughts on the whole 'euktis actually has a secret boyfriend' thing?

"Is that what y'all were talking about? Jeez, no wonder he was so wired up. I already said I wouldn't be surprised if he were seeing someone, didn't I? I don't really have an opinion on it."

"Well, aside from being happy for him!"

[keromaiden]

@onikumasama | x

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T-twenty three thousand? She has to double check what was in her bag, pulling her arms back immediately to rifle through her pouch- please please please please please she had to have enough! She'd worked so hard to earn this-

Sixteen... seventeen... eighteen... twenty thousand... s-so close, it was so close to enough, there had to be something more in her pockets... no, but maybe...!

Despair overtakes the poor girl, who collapses to her knees, head held low, bag of money before her. Life was so cruel to a hard-working girl like her...

"M-Mr. Rinnosuke, I... I've only got twenty thousand Mon... I... I- please, I'll work here at the shop and help around to pick up for the extra cost!! I'd love to see how you get your stock!!! The Rinnosuke secrets could even help me down the line with incidents!! Pretty please~!!"

[brisquad-unit-4402]

congrats on the san ni ichi 🥳 hope you've been doing well i've missed seeing you on my dash. no matter how long it takes to have new stuff come out i'll always be waiting to read whatever you've cooked up!

at this point please just imahine me face down ass up passed out in the center of a summoning circle surrounded by highlighters and coffee

with luck COOKING SOON

[laznivec]

"How are you sluts doing!!"

[voxxisms]

to the elevator they went, with vox pulling out his phone to check on the messages waiting, to see what everyone else was doing this time of day. plenty of other wheels turned within voxtek no matter the time, and he was quick to get to some of the things that seemed urgent.

the elevator opened and he stepped inside, pressing the button for the second below ground level floor, know as vox's space. everything underneath was his own territory, where the engineers worked on the building and where the mechanics worked. on top of that, the medical trials and more. but it was especially where his office and personal stations were. not that they got much use these days, with most of his times spent in meetings and public facing.

the elevator started down, and opened up to a workshop. no one ever came to the second floor of the sub levels, they were dedicated as invite only and required a specific code that vox put in, quick and practiced and covered so that angel couldn't make it out.

❛ just past here. i keep the first aid in the lab. ❜

and so he led angel through the room, which was cluttered with various tools and materials, wood and metal both. an unfinished project or two on the workbench, all covered in dust. he hadn't earnestly been in here since the early 2000's, after all.

the door connected to the workshop led to a much more used room, his laboratory. everything here was medically kept pristine and sterile, with a medical grade examination chair in the middle of the room. this was where he performed his own upgrades, and some other tests. so of course, he had plenty of first aid here.

❛ take a seat. it's perfectly clean, i'll gather what you need. are there injuries anywhere else? ❜

So Vox assumed he was just...going to follow him? It wasn't exactly like he trusted the guy. The hesitation was so clear, a few beats passing while Angel stood rooted in his spot. But the realization that he could get even more in trouble - this time with Vox - was something that clicked rather quickly. And while he knew the kind of abuse that Valentino dished out, he didn't know what to expect from the other Vee.

So he's quickly catching up, long legs making it rather easy to do so, sliding into the elevator with the media demon. Practically pressing himself into the corner, still clutching at his robe closure, eyes averted to the ground. Be as small as possible, despite being literally eight feet of sinner. Just keep his head down, shut the fuck up, and do what he was told. He had practice doing that.

He really didn't even think he looked that bad. Nothing that some antibacterial spray wouldn't fix. Maybe some ice. He more so felt stupid for thinking that he would be able to sneak around the penthouse that easily, especially considering Vox had eyes everywhere. At least this was giving him the space he was needing - even if it was incredibly discomforting.

[twstinginthewind]

Hope nobody has a Peanuts allergy. Quick color practice using just cmyk + white on a silly Heartslabyul doodle.

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@twst-the-night-away @oseathepebble @ice-cweam-sod4 @hythlodayus @cyn-write @thehollowwriter @twstchaos @the-trinket-witch @gloomyeiscue @tixdixl @boopshoops @valse-a-mille-temps @candiedwrath @comingyourlugubriousness

[storytelling-spider]

@infernalight asked ❛  i dare you to cross the line again.  ❜ (vox)

Vignette leaned back against Vox's desk with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. She pulled a her cigarette and its holder from her small black and gold clutch that she carried about and held out the end expectantly, waiting for Vox to light it, "What what line might that be, mon ami, trying to get Monsieur Valentino to do anything interesting, or maybe having any actual cinematography at all in that thing he calls 'cinema'. Apologies if I overstepped, I simply abhor wasted film."