#[inquiries; response]

[4byun]

A humble offering to my best friend @spiltspit of our gamer ghost au 😔🤲🏻💜

[capn-twitchery]

I'm smooching Twitch platonically on the cheek bc I'm too coward to tell them they're pretty. I'd let them ruin me financially

that was a terrible decision to make now they're running off with your life savings. you're never gonna see those again

[yusrasyang]

@cheriiyaya pookie would u still love me if i was a worm

[bearotonin-international]

hi! i dont know if this is alright, but i just thought that id like to let ppl know that ive created a blog for daily panda content! i understand that u do not always post pandas since theyre an occasional bear, so i made a blog for those who would like to see them more! its @pandapastry ! 🐼💕💕

All interested parties take note for your more than occasional Occasional Bear related needs

[tweetingukpolitics]

[ask-glados]

ms Glados, big fan of your work. amazing tests gotta tell you just impressive both in color and design just wow, you know how to run a good chamber, oh right the question. would you be willing to hear some new Testing Element ideas?

"Sure, I suppose."

[cxldtyrant]

anonymous asked: I'm afraid you are as weak as a little BABEH

IS THIS THE BIG GREEN DUB AGAIN—

Alright, @synthetixflora and @hopefromadoomedtimeline. Which one of you sent this?

[vermillioncrown]

Thank you so much for the response! It really helped me understand more about how the background mechanics and geometry of wings work!

(You have also successfully infected someone else with horror over the batwing’s design)😁

🫡 love to spread brainrot lmao, love infodumping, feel free (this is to everyone) to ask whatever 🥰

[puella-peanut]

Silverusso involves public displays of possession, even sex. LaKreese is always private, hidden away from prying eyes. Thoughts/thots?

Niiiiice one, Anon! 

Terry, by nature, is a man who loves to flaunt what he owns—be it cars, mansions, knowledge, skills, money—if he has it, it’s to be shown off. He is showy, flashy (in an eternally elegant, stylish way of course). He is deeply possessive, but at the same time an exhibitionist: Danny-boy belongs to him, no one can lay a finger on him—but the boy is also a prize, his (acquired by any means necessary)—so of course he’ll flaunt him like one would a most precious jewel.

(Oh, of course he indulges himself in Daniel in private—deeply, and thoroughly, and ruinously—but when they depart from the sensual seclusion of each other and venture out? Well.)

Terry will dress him up, parade him around town in a luxury car. Take him out to fancy dinners, high-end galas; to Paris, and Seychelles, and Ankara in (Terry’s) private jet. Always, of course, by Terry’s side, in tailored clothes, monogrammed (T.S) on everything, classy but firmly embossed and unmistakable. Cufflinks and bracelets and rings—all personalized, of course. Let the boy be a beauty, let him be branded for it too. 

The most important accessory would be Terry’s arm tight about Daniel’s waist, or even just that slim little hand in his. Skin on skin somehow—a stroke of the cheek , a press of the thumb on the lips. A kiss or two, simple and tasteful—until he does not want it to be. (What will happen? Nothing: money talks, and social graces can be pulled on and off like opera gloves.) So maybe Terry will put the boy on his lap at dinner, slip a spoon of foie gras between his lips. Fondle him under the table, ruin his trousers. Bend him over the billiards table in the lounge room of a high-end hotel. Fill him up so he has Terry spilling out of him, has his pretty little cries reverberating in the ears of the other guests. 

And why not, Daniel?

Let everyone know you belong to me; let them look and hear but not touch. Let them yearn and crave and desire. Let them burn to ash for you while I bask in the delicious flames of their envy, the smoke of their lust. You are a rare and precious thing, a jewel. And you shine all the brighter in the fire of envy and desire. So let them burn, Danny-boy, as I burn for you. 

...And then there’s LaKreese. A rather different ballgame. 

Kreese is the opposite. He is intensely private, a total introvert by nature. He doesn’t like excess, doesn’t feel a need to cater to decadence, or the judgmental eyes of the Joneses. He is practical. Deliberate. To the point. The meat of the matter and not the fat.

And the meat of this matter is Daniel. The “fat”—well, it’s there of course, but that’s only for John to sink his teeth into, relish, and devour. Not for the general consumption of anyone else—friends, family, the public in general. 

He’s not going to hold Daniel’s hand in public, or any part of him. He’s not gonna drape his

jean-jacket over the kid’s scrawny shoulders when it’s nippy outside—I reminded you to bring your own, kid. Now you can shiver until we get back. 

(And Daniel does shiver until they return home—but the moment they do, John’s tugging him to the living room, hauling him on the couch like a sack of potatoes, wrapping him up in a blanket or two. Grumbling all the while. Christ kid, what would you do without me? (And really, what would John do without this brat?) The thought makes his brain bluescreen. 

His relationship with Daniel is for them only—John doesn’t feel the need to brand him when the kid goes out. There’s no need to collar and leash him in public. He doesn’t need to call him  doll, or brat, or Prima Donna. Oh sure sure, he might get the kid a nice little ring one day (probably), maybe just give him his dog tags (that too)—but that’s for themselves, first and foremost. A small, solid symbol that the kid is his. And maybe John likes the classic, traditional aspect of it too—not that he’ll say!

John is a reserved man, buttoned up and stoic.  People find him cold, distant, difficult. And he can be those things, is sometimes. What does that cute young LaRusso see in him, people wonder when they discover they’re together. The boy is such a sweetheart, and that man is a total grump. Daniel just smiles to himself, and hurries home to cuddle with his grouchy bear. 

What they don’t know won’t hurt them. 

[fereldanwench]

i hate my local post office so goddamn much

[ultimatepokemontournament]

The last poll you just posted is only 24 hours

Ahhh, shoot. Ok, I've replaced it. Hopefully that's the only one like it :(

[witchofthescions]

((👁‍🗨?))

First Impressions

Oh she seems like a nice lady! An intellectual type like my friends, too! I think we're gonna get along real well!

(I was right, we did! Haha!)

[savetheplanarians]

may we all be blessed with the same amount of confidence possessed by the moving company employee who drove the truck for my interstate move 9 months ago, and who texted me today to ask me out for cocktails and pool while he is in town on a job

[professor-nikolai-frost]

If you were told that a being could grant you any wish in the world (aside from using it to wish for more wishes) and there was no strings attached and no twisting the wish like a monkey's paw or djinn, what would you wish for?

Oh-... ... Hm. ... I suppose that I would wish for Nicia ad Nila to remain healthy and happy. That will always be a matter of the most importance to me.

[askthearchivists]

Hi! How long have you worked at the institute?

V: Ah, I've worked with the Institute 'bout five years now. I started as a summer intern and was hired full time just after the turn of that new year. Started as an Archival Assistant as most do, then moved to an Investigator position.

C: Hm.... Let's see. I started back in 19■■♤☆◇●♤♡◇☆-

C: And then I came back about a year ago so I'd say ■■■◇□♤▪︎♡●》○♡

V: Oh- shite, what the hell was that noise it was making? This thing is bloody ancient, hope it isn't eating the tapes.

[tozasemurcielago]

unprompted | accepting | @biskael said ... " the numbers of your kind are dwindling to mine .

even your de facto king follows my rule now . what say you ? shall you die here , alone , in a ruin ? is that a good death for someone like you ? "

To think, even she would bend knee to these hedonist, heathenistic fools. Eyes move, so slightly to look at him, reflecting naught but disinterest, DETACHMENT. While his numbers did, day by day, die out, THEIR OWN PERSONAL APOCALYPSE, he lived. He lived, and he would continue to live.

❝ You sound desperate. As if you NEED ME. Or, mad. AS IF YOU COULD KILL ME. ❞

His lover was a wild beast, but the Quinta could be easily dispatched, easily beheaded and placed upon a pike. The third's - the KING'S, rather - rank had lost all meaning. He, and only he, had achieved something higher. Something almost IMMORTAL. And that ... Well, that could prove useful to those seeking to conquer.

❝ You make the foolish mistake of believing that you would be the one to kill me. Begone. I have better things to do, and a display of power is not in my nature. I have no need to exert energy when it is not needed. ❞