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[shrineofprophecy]

" go girl, fudge 'em chicken wing up. "

"On my way to fry those chicken wings, partner."

[gxdmade]

"I'm being bulled and for WHAT?" She's about to go hole herself up in her workshop at this rate and never come out!! "It's insane that the man with the meanest name is the NICEST one!! Shame on all of you!!"

[wingsoar]

@destdevel S.c

"Boothill!"   Robin   approached   the   man   with   a   warm   and   welcoming   smile!

"It's   been   awhile   since   we   last   crossed   paths.   How   have   you   been?   Staying   out   of   trouble   I   trust?"

[trlblzd]

@destdevel sent : " yer' phone gettin' low, huh ? want me to help ya' with it ? "

" DO YOU HAVE A POWER BANK ? i don't have the end of my charger & there are no outlets around. i need it back in shape just in time to pull for a game. " something tells you that there is a meta-play in these words.

[trthfck]

𝖑'𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊.  ⸻  " might i ask you a question, one that might perhaps be a bit intrusive  ?   "  the glass is set down, gently, with the same kind of candor that only a woman of her social status might be able to encompass. it is a cold glass of a clear liquor; something rough, and rustic; at bare minimum, something to be able to hold in conversation, something to keep hands idle. perhaps that is why she, too, holds a drink in her hand despite not taking a sip from it. she sits, one leg crossed over the other, and looks the other up and down. after all, when you are prodding into someone's psyche, it is rude to come empty-handed.  despite the seeming lack of care in her voice, himeko's eyes are gentle, like a teacher, or doctor. ( of which she never claims to be either. ) " feel free to disregard this, given that it is simply a mechanist's curiosity, but . . . do you have any memories, of it? whatever, or whomever, caused you to have such intricate cybernetics  ?   " / @destdevel , for boothill.

[gumpistol]

✏️ teheee

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑! / @destdevel

[stagehunt]

✧･ﾟ @destdevel sent: ✏️ / incorrect quotes generator, accepting.

[moltenfire-a]

❝ — and what do you want with m e, galaxy ranger? ❞ // @destdevel sc.

[arlxcchino]

      her roll of eyes is more than likely noticeable from miles away ; but at the moment , she doesn't really care if it is or isn't . she shouldn't be surprised by the theatrics she sees , for after all , fontaine is the nation of drama . but goodness , how she hates the loud noise of those guns . . .

   "" excuse my abruptness , but could you stop with that ? i do not need for my children to feel uncomfortable with the noise . ""

|| @destdevel liked for a starter !

[belovedcorvid]

❝ Ya' don’t talk much do ya'? ❞

❣︎ | Memes :: From Here | Prompts for Mute Characters

The bar was loud, some backwater joint just close enough to paths most travelled to pick up on good intel, but far enough away to avoid surveillance from those he'd rather not encounter. This wasn't his brother's sort of place - not loud or clean enough for that - and from what he'd gathered so far, not of enough importance to be looked at by the navy either. The best kind of place to simultaneously find and not be found. He could dig a little or ask around, and perhaps he would later when patrons became more free with their words and less likely to remember faces, but Rocinante's preferred method had always been to keep to himself and listen. Never doubt the average person's ability to have a private discussion in a public space. That was the plan, but the person at the counter next to him seemed to be the chatty type - at least in this moment.

Dried blood eyes - sharp but not threateningly so - surveyed the man beside him from over the rim of a glass, the scars at the corners of his mouth tilting his neutral expression into something of a grin. He'd already not answered this guy's other three or four previous questions and wouldn't speak for this one either, at least not out loud. The former marine was just trying to pick out what was familiar about him - not necessarily in the sense that he'd seen him before, rather that he had a familiar sort of look about him, like he'd been through a wringer of some sort. Answers though. He signed a little, left hand curling into a loose fist, arm moving to arc the thumb back over his shoulder with a faint shake of the head: won't. The tall man seemed to think better of it though, and pulled a notebook from his shirt, flipping to an empty page.

��� THIS MIGHT BE EASIER, IF NO TALKING ISN'T AN OPTION. 』

[gxdmade]

@destdevel

cmon usopp you gonna love the taste of gunpowder in your mouth 💕

"Euphemism or not, gunpowder sucks. Been there, done that."

[wingsoar]

send a symbol for the kind of relationship you’d like with my muse.    | accepting 

@destdevel asked: 💛 * immediate friends and entirely platonic.  They’re supportive of each other and would never do anything to betray each other.   As close as if they were siblings.  

Da'awww, that honestly sounds so sweet. If you ever wanna plot things, I'd be totally down for discussing !!!!! They'd be cute friends, I think <3

[ferromagnetiic]

HAPPU BIRTHDAY WOODLAND !! I WISH YOU ONLY THE BEST OF THE BESTEST DAYS EVER

                    @destdevel

\\٩(✪ꀾ⍟༶)و/// // Thank you, I'm so bloody happy to see you back. I'm going to magnetize you into a hug and trap you in my loving embrace

[honorcladrose]

❛ what's the strangest dream you ever had? ❜

@destdevel

Chin propped between forefinger and thumb, Argenti gave the question sincere consideration - as he did with most inquiries, particularly those from his friend and comrade.

"I've perhaps had stranger dreams that I don't remember - but there was one where everything was edible, but nothing tasted as it should. Stones, for instance, were raspberry, then pumpkin, then... bechamel sauce, I believe? That sort of thing. But no matter where I went in the dream, the clouds always tasted of bacon." He let slip a short, light laugh. "I think I'd run out of baguette rations before bed."

Curiosity drew his gaze back to Boothill, his smile lingering. "What of you, my dear friend? What oddities have come to that clever mind?"

[gumpistol]

" oi, happy birthday gum-boy." the cyborg's voice drawls. a genuine smirk appearing on his face before he takes off his own hat, only to place it on top of the straw hat with a small chuckle. " yer' a handful to deal with but it makes ya' more interestin'. "

          gum-boy...

   ❝ huh, i guess i am kinda chewy— ❞ no context is given for the odd comment, though the pirate appears to be recalling something, as charcoal hues direct a distant, unfocused gaze downward. but Luffy's attention snaps back up to the cowboy as the hat is placed on top of his own, and he blinks once, then twice. out of habit, a hand raises to rest on top of the stacked garment, as he would any other time if only straw was in its place. 

   absently, calloused fingers move along the hat's material, feeling out the crown shape, then dropping to its brim. with lips drawn inward, he lets out a nasally hum.  and demeanor suddenly shifts, as lips curl into a toothy grin and Luffy snickers. ❝ thanks fancy flower guy!! ❞

      the smile softens.  ❝ my brother has a hat like this one too! ❞ 

@destdevel / 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘!

[trlblzd]

️ ️️ @destdevel sent : [ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the receiver having no choice but to sit in the sender's lap. / reversed !

     WELL  THIS  IS  KIND  OF  AWKWARD.     what do you truly say to a person whom you are currently sitting on because there is no available seat in the    VENUE    which you were invited into  ?     their mind draws up a blank, shifting a tad in his lap.    while boothill is a familiar companion, they are very much aware of his title.    a galaxy ranger being    REDUCED     into a chair must not feel very well in this situation but with the host already talking for this formal event, they know that standing up would be rude.     balancing their weight on the table before them, stelle peeks over their shoulder, half curious about the expression which he might be making and half apologetic about this current     POSITION.     this compromises his view too, now that they think about it.

slightly fidgeting with the table cloth, they pick up their mouth to finally speak.     "  are you alright  ?    i could jus'    (  ...  )    stand by the wall, y'know.     after the emcee pipes down, i mean.  "      part of them does not want to admit it but they do feel a little     EMBARRASSED.      which is surprising provided that oftentimes, they lack the ability to even experience shame in its entirety  !      perhaps it is also the fact that they are with    COUNTLESS    other people that they feel this way.     this has to be irritating in some way, right  ?   

while he is most certainly warm, they cannot possibly milk a situation where one might just be uncomfortable.    they    CANNOT    believe that an event like this needs to be so formal.