#//hehehe

[solemnly-lament]

Mr butterfly man sir, would you accept some dried flowers as a gift?

- 🍁

A pale, naked arm sluggishly crawls out of the black coffin that barely cracks open. It flips you off and slides back in before shutting the top close.

[viciousbite]

Artist: lave_ium

What you will see in the middle of the night in the ceiling of your hab suite.

[jeremiahofphilo]

@apple-caleb

Hi there, Sir. Thanks for stopping by. Let me know if I can help you find anything! Or if you need any recommendations.

[supercutts]

          ❛  i  believe  you  can  do  anything  you  set  your  mind  to,  ❜    he  riffs  with  her,  using  humor  to  hopefully  hide  the  flush  of  his  cheeks  as  soon  as  she  touches  his  skin.  if  he  didn't  know  any  better,  luca  would  think  she's  doing  all  of  this  on  purpose.  regardless  of  whether  or  not  it's  intentional,  it's  completely  working.    ❛  but  i  can  help  you  out.  ❜    makes  sure  to  flex  as  he  reaches  up  high  to  grab  the  umbrella  from  the  shelf,  getting  just  a  little  bit  into  kasey's  space  as  he  hovers  over  her.  he  almost  drops  the  parasol  when  she  inquires  about  his  plans.    ❛  i  don't.  i  usually  save  best  for  last.  ❜    it  could  mean  a  myriad  of  things  :  the  barragáns  tip  luca  the  best,  he  gets  along  with  jesse,  when  sloane  is  over  he  always  leaves  with  the  best  music  recommendations.  but  right  now,  he  says  it  flirtatiously.  followed  by  a  quick  clearing  of  his  throat  because  he  may  be  laying  it  on  a  bit  too  thick.  in  reality,  he  looks  like  an  excited  golden  retriever  who's  being  prepped  to  go  on  a  walk.  

❛  i  don't  want  to  overstay  my  welcome,  ❜    he  adds  professionally,  pretty  much  out  of  obligation,  because  he's  heard  this  before.  not  from  a  pretty  girl  who's  his  age  though,  and  one  he  has  no  other  ulterior  motives  with.  the  heat  beating  down  on  them  reminds  him  of  the  umbrella  that's  still  in  his  hands,  which  luca  takes  initiative  to  set  up  by  the  pool  where  the  brunette  had  been  laying  earlier.  he  stands  triumphantly  in  the  newly  -  created  shade  and  leaves  space  for  his  new  friend  to  join  him.    ❛  but  if  you  insist,  i  guess  i  have  to  listen.  ❜    he  grins.  there's  a  beat  of  silence  that  luca  prays  isn't  too  awkward  before  he  asks,    ❛  have  you  eaten  ?  ❜    thumb  hooks  over  his  shoulder  to  point  at  the  door  leading  back  into  the  house.    ❛  i  brought  a  watermelon.  sloane  mentioned  you  like  them.  ❜

       it's  not  like  she's  planned  this  into  the  details  (  or  maybe  she  did  )  ,  but  so  far  it's  not  doing  the  ultimate  outcome  she's  so  desperate  to  get.  sure  ,  with  her  sunglasses  on  she  gets  to  keep  a  close  eye  on  the  cute  pool  boy  without  him  actually  being  aware  of  it  ,  and  sure  —  she's  caught  him  ogling  at  her  body  more  than  once  ,  but  when  is  he  going  to  approach  her  ?

       the  boy  takes  his  job  way  too  serious  ,  because  he's  had  her  waiting  until  he  finishes  the  last  bit  of  work  before  finally  making  the  small  talk  she's  looked  so  forward  to.  as  she  does  ,  every  time  he's  here  on  his  shift.  ''  mhm.  sure  is  ,  ''  she  hums  ,  skin  glistening  from  the  sunscreen  she's  put  on  earlier  ,  the  corner  of  her  mouth  quirking  up  in  a  soft  simper  with  the  way  he  closes  the  lid  of  the  trashcan  a  little  too  loudly.  she's  not  a  fool  to  have  missed  his  awkwardness  around  her  ,  and  finds  it  all  the  more  endearing  —  attractive  ,  even.  he  must  know  what  he's  doing  to  her  ,  right  ?  or  why  else  would  he  approach  her  ,  shirtless  and  perspiring  and  looking  at  her  like  that  ?

       kasey  slowly  sits  up  and  raises  the  sunglasses  to  be  put  on  top  of  her  head.  ''  you  saw  that  ?  and  you  couldn't  have  helped  me  then  ?  ''  quick  on  her  feet  ,  and  finding  delight  in  teasing  luca  ,  the  girl  moves  to  stand  up  and  show  him  one  of  her  most  flattering  ,  pretty  smiles.  ''  just  kidding  ...  come.  you're  much  taller  than  me  ,  ''  she  briefly  places  a  hand  on  his  arm  ,  rubbing  a  thumb  over  the  damp  skin  and  biting  her  lip  before  leading  him  to  the  rack  of  mostly  garden  tools  ...  and  her  parasol.  she  stands  near  him  while  he's  reaching  for  it  and  crosses  her  arms  over  her  chest.  ''  do  you  have  any  other  pools  to  clean  this  afternoon  ?  otherwise  ...  you  should  stay  a  little  longer.  ''

[that-handsome-rogue]

Spy.

Honhonhon- I mean.

Oui? What is it?

[rulersofthetriassic]

You have internet yeah? Try searching for a list of champions and tell us what you see. There's some multiverse stuff on this site so some universes have slightly different champions.

... what? What's a champion are they like dinosaur kings? Huh?

Uhm I have google give me a sec

Uhhh first thing I see is some tall lady named Greeta uh, then some guy named Leon, and uh a lady named Lynda?

-Max

[skxrbrand]

@alphabitchnkari

" Explain to me why my throne stinks of your desire."

The Reaper is bristled, pointing a talon at his beloved skull throne. To mortal eyes, it doesn't look any different than before...but the Bloodthirster's nose is keen. He can smell the difference, the scent the strongest on the arm of his bone throne.

Skarbrand snarls,

"What did you do?"

He almost doesn't want to know.

[warriorscend]

@guidesthelight xxx

" you still crack the egg. you just crack it separately in a bowl and whisk it. the 'drop' part comes from pouring the whisked egg into the soup. you don't just drop the egg in the soup. "

"Ah, I see." Spoken like someone who's pre-emptively dropped an egg in a soup bowl before the clarification. Though the difference between a dropped and a punched egg is not all that different when it comes to the crunchy bits, and he most certainly knows his way around the latter preparation tactic. "Rather unfortunate name."

[countercharmda]

RULES: choose 4 of ur fav characters from 4 pieces of media and let your friends choose which one fits your energy most!

[touch-of-diamond]

Kado took me out for dinner tonight.

As nice as it was, I just-

I think I just need time for everything too feel right again, it's a challenge.. without her.. ..without mother..

[timetravelerpyrite]

Oh my Arc she's so clueless-

[viciousbite]

Darkfang Drabble, Nightmares.

Locked up, no way out, a small room, boring, nothing to do. It felt like the walls wanted to collide upon him. Out, let him out. His pede clicked against the floor, knee joint restlessly pounced up and down. He had torn the berth, the walls, the floor. A whole mess. He knew this room, it's his room. Alone, nobody else. Nobody heard him if he yelled, or they decided not to acknowledge him.

Hope, the door slid open, freedom. His frame scrambled to a stand, running to the wide open door. Servo reached into it. Something grabbed him, another larger servo. Purple, strong. He struggled, uselessly. Hissed and growled. A voice, deep and calm spoke; "Eager to escape today, ain't we, Darkfang? Glad I came here myself, or I'd be chasing you throughout the whole facility, again."

The struggle never stopped, he knew what this was. Another day in the tube, or the table, being poked and inserted with whatever drug possible. He hated it, all of it, his pedes kicked uselessly at the large purple frame, whose expression never changed, nor did he flinch when he began to drag him into the darkness. No, No, not again!

The darkness surrounded him, then he was falling, onto a cold table. Multiple servos clutched onto his frame, tearing him open, and inserting tubes and needles into his frame. He screamed, terror wrecked throughout his beating spark. The table melted into liquid, liquid that entered into each seam, enveloped him. Heavy and unpleasant. Frame heavy, servos reached forward, clanked against glass. Trapped again, the glass walls, shrunk and shrunk, the shapes behind it, uncaring, staring at him like an object.

Frame crushed, tighter and tighter, it hurt, it hurt---

Screaming, shaking, his frame shot up so fast it hurt. Frantic, his frame pushed back, and off his berch with a loud clatter. Back plates pressed along the floor with pedes on the berth. Optics wide and shaken. Spark beating and aching so fast, he felt as if it was burning to escape his very frame.

Ah, a failed recharge. Not real, it was over, long ago... Still, he couldn't stop shaking, he felt ill, all the way to his tanks.

[arcelerity]

"Rat, eh Tormod? I almost couldn't tell from the uh..." Zihark gestures at his own bare forehead, making a motion to mimic the headband the redhead wore. Almost the same green as the regular one, but different enough. His own blue band is obvious atop his wetsuit, tied around his upper arm.

"Well, anyway. Looks like we're competing against each other then. May the best man win, kiddo- er man." Yeah. Great talking Zihark. Great talking.

"Oh, Zihark! People have been saying that, hahah." Zihark is, as always, sharper with his appearance and abilities than his words. It's really funny, a bonus once you get to know him. "It's too bad we aren't on the same team. I hope you're prepared to lose!"

"Geez, going senile already, old man?" Tormod poses in an exaggerated fashion, flashing Zihark a cocky grin. It's fun making new friends, but he's glad to have someone he knows well here. Even if it's someone who's known him since he was a kid. "It's too bad. Guess Team Rat has already won!"

[blueflare7pkmn]

[It's a picture of Flare, face red as she is short circuited from all the boops]

[the-failed-agent3]

Hey there!!! I’m Galax!! I heard you were a fan of the S4 too, they’re so cool, aren’t they??

Galax from @oh-splat-its-team-galax

"Hi!! Nice to meet you, Galax! The S4? Yeah, they're cool! I go to see their matches frequently."