♦ pitied by @amorousFortune
Loggin in an findin lotsa black shells followin me with their descriptors bein "Dont talk to me if youre a frog." Well which is it then. Make up yer mind.

i need to go pick thing up today like karkats charger but thinking about leaving my hive makes me feel extremely sick and afraid i think i am going to have to do it later 0n0”

i already do this it is most likely the only thing that allows me to move through public spaces without breaking down
An Invitation It has come to my attention that a number of you have taken a rather keen interest in my presence here. Your attention has been… consistent. Admirable, even. As such, I find it only appropriate to extend a courtesy. You are hereby invited to a small gathering at Felt Manor. Nothing so vulgar as a spectacle, I assure you. Merely an afternoon engagement. Tea will be served. Conversation, should you prove capable of it, will be accommodated. Attendance is, of course, optional. Though I find that those who decline often arrive regardless. --- **Directions** You will not find Felt Manor by searching for it. Instead, you will proceed as follows: At a moment of your choosing, close your current application. Do not rush this step. Timing, as ever, is important. When next you find yourself alone, locate the nearest reflective surface. A screen will suffice. So will a window, provided the lighting is adequate. Observe your own reflection. Remain there longer than is comfortable. At some point—precisely when you begin to suspect nothing will happen—you will notice that something already has. A door will be present behind you. You may turn around if you wish. It will not affect the outcome. Enter. --- I would advise punctuality. The tea will not grow cold, but your opportunity to attend is… less accommodating. I look forward to your arrival. After all, You have already decided to come. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/eecee7108e42.jpg
I'M HITTING ALL THE BUTTONS. THAT I POSSIBLY CAN. BECAUSE THERE'S NO CHARM REACTS. ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT. #NOCHARMSATTACHED #HEEHEE #HAAHAA

"the shade for you" rankmaid-sensei (tags: Reader/Moirail, railpails, moirail kissing, black lipstick, more than moirail kissing, make up, yuricoded, #nsfw, bottom reader, archive rating: E) summary: your moirail helps you with your makeup... and ends up ruining it you stare up towards your moirail with a stillness in your blood pusher, lips parted slightly to allow her to run the wand of her lipstick over them at a careful pace youd told her that you wanted to try out some new makeup and that she was just the person to help, just like with everything else! "you know, y/n, i really think this shade was made for you..." she says, squinting as she focuses and begins the top lip shade? you think, trying not to laugh, its just black! your moirail is straddled on top of you to work on your horizontal body like a canvas, her hair falling like a curtain around your face as she works your eyes glance towards the bag she had pulled the tube from nearby, falling out of it various other eyeshadows and products that you... recognize she smiles as she finishes nodding her head once, giving you the chance to clarify what you suspect "is this... your lipstick? the one you have on right now?" you say incredulously, a smile forming "yeah?" she replies, taking your cheek in her hand to rub her thumb beneath your lower lip to fix some smudge thats a strange feeling... you squirm a bit under her "does it look good?" you ask meekly "hmm..." you watch as she leans down towards you, pressing her lips to your cheek and your other cheek and your forehead you burst out laughing, shoving and kicking to try and get her away "youre ruining your work!" you cry out through your joy, opening your eyes to see her staring down at you with wonderment "y/n... you look so... beautiful" "huh?" you grab her hips as she moves down to suddenly paint your neck with the same lipstick shade you both now share, gasping out a noise of surprise and pressing your knees together uncomfortably "h-hey! if you keep-... doing that... i-...!" you try helplessly, sinking your fingers into her skin your moirail pulls back with soft pants, connecting your lips properly to smear and mix your matching lipstick with warm saliva before traveling lower, and lower and lower leaving the shade that was made for you in her wake
"callout thread" on droog diamonds droog is a pretentious self-righteous prick, who thinks he's too good for everyone. he stormed off from the entire crew when he fucked up the property paperwork for our hideout and tried to push the blame on me. i did jack shit for the record. this mother fucker also had the shameglobes to publish my actual name on this site. who the fuck does that? especially on a site where you *can't delete anything*. don't go looking for it. in conclusion, don't hire him and boycott his services until he comes grovelling back to me on his hands and knees, begging for forgiveness.
https://pasteboard.co/cbhfLHWd4DMc.png Sad.
>([ill try t#is but t#e mas#ed banana seems to #ave formed a seal and isnt getting any more viscous no matter t#e temperature]

> th1s 1s the /0nly/ w0rk1ng meth0d 0f c0mmun1cat10n 1've had w1th 1t
You :Can have them all! I D:on't want to see them ever again.
I appreciate it little buddy! I know you got my back just givin' you a warnin' that I was on my way in! Besides I know if you did step on my toes with your luck and my powers we would only move to a better locale at a better time :)













