#I NEEEEED HER

[hangsawoman]

pj giving a small kiss to brittany vs pj licking hazel’s whole chin just to get her tongue in hazel’s mouth ..

[prettiepalette]

1987 My Little Pony G1 Locket 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Year 5 - Twinkled Eyed Ponies II

Locket is a pegasus pony with a pink coat. Her mane is light pink, orange, white, and purple. She has purple twinkle eyes and three keys for her symbol.

[swaymarked]

magic 🪄

[alexandrastarr1]

i actually like AHHHHHH

shes so gf ✊.

[dralbum]

drusic

[returning-spring]

I have a tv now, which means as soon as I set it up, I'll be watching iwtv for the millionth time. season 2 this spring can't come soon enough

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Track list for Fig and the Cig Figs independently published Junior Year album (officially named “Infaethable”)

Teenage Rebellion

Night Yorb (a heavy metal banger)

Summer Scaries

Devils Nectar

Time Quangle (a love song about Ayda)

Multiclass (Gorgug sings on this!)

The Ballad Of Lucy Frostblade (Kristen was the one who convinced Fig to write this)

So Late, So Tactical

Do You Have A Fucking Warrant

Cassandra (Can You Hear Me)

Hall Of Mirrors

President Applebees (written entirely in the night after Kristen gets elected by a drunk Fig with extremely drunk notes by Kristen)

Raging For Love (inspired by Gorgug, of course)

The Elven Oracle (Has A Day Job) (So Stop Bothering Her)

Maximum Legend

Fury Of The Ball

Cursed

Infaethable

The Bad Kids

[harpyface]

Kim Kitsuragi - The bullet falls in the bag leaving a smattering of blood on the plastic. He raises the bag under his eyes and says:

Kim Kitsuragi - "Unknown calibre. Rifled. Some kind of brittle alloy, fractured on impact..."

You - "Can I have it?"

Kim Kitsuragi - "Of course. You've *earned* it." The lieutenant drops the bag in your bloody hand. It feels light.

Perception (Sight) - Your gardening glove is completely covered in the corpse's blood.

Inland Empire - Cold and absent of life.

Half Light - Lick your fingers.

Volition - What-

Electrochemistry - YES-

You - Um...?

Endurance - Uh, no. You barely got your shit together when approaching the hanging corpse. Your body will not be able to handle its dead blood inside it.

Electrochemistry - The dark liquid glistens on the yellow latex in the cold sunlight. Your fingers are *dripping* with it.

Authority - You outlived this sad, sad man. It's only right that you should feast upon his corpse.

Logic - No, you shouldn't. The corpse has been hanging outside - mouth open - for a week. In any case, it won't taste good.

Conceptualisation - That's because it's raw, unseasoned blood. This is just a little taste.

Perception (Smell) - You waft the odor towards your face. If you close your eyes, you can imagine it's a kebab.

Volition - We all know that the kebabs you ate were no better than a week-old corpse. Take the gloves off and clean them when you get back to your room.

Reaction Speed - You will never get this chance again, especially with how the lieutenant regarded you when you tried to remove the hanged man's boots.

You - Lick your fingers.

Perception (Taste) - You swipe the flat of your tongue along the back of your hand. Why did you do that? You could have just dabbed at it. It's disgustingly sour and tastes awful. You gag when your saliva washes the fluid down your throat.

Authority - You have bested this man. You have consumed him.

Electrochemistry - It's fucking vile. It's enlightening.

Logic - Great. Now that you've established that brain fluid and blood tastes bad, let's get back to the autopsy.

Kim Kitsuragi - He had turned to his notebook when you took the bagged bullet. He's still looking down at it.

Kim Kitsuragi - He was beginning to write the bullet wound's description. The pen has not touched the paper.

Composure - He *saw* you lick your bloody glove.

Empathy - It's not a surprise. He is still appalled.

Half Light - You conquered your prey. You are the predator.

Inland Empire - A four-legged beast with sharp claws and numerous teeth. Muscles powerful and flexing.

Shivers - In a grimy butcher shop in Faubourg, a rugged man pulls a thawed lamb down onto the somewhat clean counter. He grips the front legs and tendons crack. In the front of the shop, raw meats line the shelves. Red steaks with beautiful marbling, sausage casings stuffed full of spiced pork, pink breasts of chicken shining in the artificial light.

Electrochemistry - You recall the sweet ham of Gaston's sandwich.

Physical Instrument - Your muscles are also powerful and flex-worthy. Your meat would be highly coveted.

Volition - Right. Who would want to buy meat sourced from an addicted alcoholic? Take off the damn gloves.

You - "I wonder what I taste like."

Kim Kitsuragi - You pull him out of his silent stupor. After a second, he decides to ignore what you said. "We need to add an item to the injury list."

[remymy]

sketchy stuff mostly inspired by the upcoming live action movie aka me me trying my hardest to be creative and come up with cute outfits

[foster-the-moths]

i think she should get to rip and maim and kill. for fun. (speedpaint under readmore)

[mimicmew]

last night i dreamt i held you in my arms....

[mayhasopinions]

SHE IS LITERALLY S O GORGEOUS IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS

[mirapteo]

thinking of her... 🥹

[sluttysaph]

just how hot does it sound for someone to get off to me by telling me what photos should i send and i send them eagerly

[chai-berries]

when your hands are sweaty but abby won’t let you be insecure about it

dropping her hand while you’re walking

“hey!! gimme ur hand”

“it’s all sweaty tho :/”

“like that’s gonna stop me, now c’mon” she’s absolutely wiggling her fingers until yours are interlaced with hers

[vigilskeep]

nevarra has dances inspired by dragon hunting... paso doble style with matador red cloth...