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a message for workaholics + people who call sunfish “useless” animals

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💋 (kiss) please <3

thank you mwahh!

💋 (kiss) - Is your oc a good kisser? Have they kissed anyone before? Do they even enjoy kissing? What was their first kiss like in comparison to their most recent?

Quinn--he's a good kisser 👍 He gets all grabby and pulls the person closer, rubbing the back of their neck as he starts exploring with his tongue.....😳 He's definitely kissed before lol. And yeah, he enjoys it. Sometimes more than the sex bit, but only if he really likes the guy... His first kiss was when he was 12; he smooched one of his schoolmates and then the kid promptly pretended it didn't happen and Quinn harbored guilt about it for a while. Most recent kiss was with Vincent and it was damnnnnn good.

Vincent is also a good kisser, though he's a bit hesitant with it. He'll be reeeallly slow at first, mostly cupping the face with his hands before lightly brushing his mouth across their lips. But when he gets going, it's very passionate. Since becoming a vampire, he avoided kissing for a while, (self-conscious about the teeth) but Quinn can attest the sharp edges of his fangs make kissing 1000% hotter. His first kiss was with a girl he met on holiday when he was 15. His family had been visiting a seaside resort, and she was the daughter of some business partner of his father's. It was a bit awkward, but still pretty sweet. Comparitively, his latest kiss with Quinn involved lots of tongue and teeth and heavy groping, so I'd say he's come a long way...

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To my rp partners,

So sorry for no replies! Truthfully I got a little overwhelmed as I'm used to being on PC and mobile is a different beast. I'll be adding tags to our threads when I get home today but wanted to give a quick update to everyone. Thanks for your patience!

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This photograph shows a blood clot that a man in California coughed up. It was a perfect intact cast of his right bronchial tree, a series of passageways in the lung. It had been formed from coagulated blood or mucus that had accumulated in his lungs. Unfortunately, the man passed away a week later due to complications of heart failure.

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Well shit, he was hoping that would have been the end of their interactions but alas.

"Do you shop in this town often?" he asked, aiming for as casual as possible given the situation, seperating the teeth by size for something to busy his hands

OPEN STARTER [always open]

It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.

Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.

Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.

An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.

Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.

The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.

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He picked up the book to flip through, unable to resist being fascinated by the creature. "I have free time lately, and space." He offered them both a grin as he tucked the book away.

OPEN STARTER [always open]

It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.

Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.

Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.

An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.

Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.

The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.

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Woooww.... They really fucking are eh?

never thought Disney would be bold enough to address the strain on Nick and Judy's relationship after the abortion

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because kobold societies are in a constant cycle of boom and bust (more or less), and dragons are rarer than caves that can house them, the majority of kobold societies at any given moment are strictly parthenogenetic "cold" colonies. the cold colonies are analogous to the resting/spore stage of a bacterium, these are all that remain of a colony after a dragon (usually the only source of heat and light) has vacated the cave. all males die and the remaining population will continue by parthenogenesis. parthenogenetic kobolds are small and fully furred with adaptations to survive the long, cold gap in time before a new dragon settles in their cave to provide heat and light again. the cold colonies are small and not much is known about them - they lack many resources which a dragon would otherwise provide and often don't produce much in the way of lasting architecture or infrastructure unless the colony stays cold for a couple of centuries - they have slow metabolic rates, not much food, and their entire existence is just sheltering through conditions that would kill almost any other warm-blooded creature. they do change colour in response to temperature like regular kobolds but it's mostly limited to the few areas of bare skin

eventually the cave warms up again with the settling of a new dragon. within a year there will be males born to the colony again, the parthenogenetic phase wears off, and this warm colony can progress more in a few months than the cold colony could in decades. because of this cycle, each time the colony turns warm again it is very different - new beliefs, new hierarchies and structures, new culture, all developing rapid-fire almost from scratch as soon as the cave starts warming up. warm (non-parthenogenetic) kobolds have hair coats limited to the head and neck, larger body sizes, and far better colour vision

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“Butterscotch and paprika vintage bangles.”

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Mule deer resting beneath the Grizzly Giant Sequoia in Yosemite National Park, CA.

Photo credit: Koos Dansen

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Petunia finally eats wet food. But only if she's on my lap for the first few bites!

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"Well I wouldn't want to assume." He made a habit of always being polite, at first at least, best to be safe.

"Have you had foxclover nectar tea?" he asked as he went about setting up the cups as the water boiled

OPEN STARTER [always open]

It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.

Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.

Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.

An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.

Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.

The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.

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Why was the fucking water so cold?? There were freaks on the beach just over there!! Was it the rocks blocking the sun?? Whatever it was, he hated it. And the salt in his eyes.

Still he managed to nod, squinting through stinging eyes as he flexed cold fingers to reach out to grip the hard stone, grunting as he dragged himself up. "need to.. Fucking.. Work out... This is... Bullshit!"

Open to (mutuals/non mutuals): m/f/nb, Connection: any (other mereperson/pirate/ship captain/explorer etc.), Setting: fantasy/historical, Rules/Bio

Do not like my starters

Gilrin was sitting on the ledge of a rock in the water; the closest to the shore she has ever come. She liked to watch the humans, the way they walked, the awe in their eyes as they watched the waves crash against the cliffside. She flipped her tail in the water, contemplative. She knew the depts of the seas, saw treasures men thought lost, their ships wrecked by storm. And yet she knew not what lie after the shore, what their homes were like, their meals and so much more she could not even name.

She moved to sneak beneath the protection of the water, but her fin snagged against something in the stone. Her green eyes watered as she tried to free herself while pressing her body as close against the smooth surface as possible to keep herself hidden from view; as hidden as possible. While the humans fascinated her she was also terrified of being caught by them.

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"this size, meaning it gets big?" he guessed, already finding himself resigned to being already attached to the little four eyed thing.

He scanned the books and pushed them over to her "I'll take a crash course on four eyed pets." He'd need it

OPEN STARTER [always open]

It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.

Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.

Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.

An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.

Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.

The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.

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You know what? Sure. Why not? "receipt?" he offered, scooping the teeth to the side of the register to look at closer later though he did glance to see if they seemed obviously human or otherwise.

This was... Not what he expected his day to be. Maybe he should start getting his future read or something.

OPEN STARTER [always open]

It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.

Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.

Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.

An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.

Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.

The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.