Crowbar
@misterSeven
Seven Minutes In Hell. Leadership is a thankless job, but you get by.
Do I even want to ask what an omegaverse is.
this is what i'm trying to find out and nobody will fucking tell me, so i've asked the rankmaid because apparently it's a fanfiction term and she writes that shit.
3833 < No! > 3833 < Can I interest you in a fine vintage instead? > https://64.media.tumblr.com/4a8b0973460200a9b0ad0799351cd4ed/5a2d72c0d5ede9d4-8f/s2048x3072/c8776e1b12f60b87db13bb57cb260691fce6e0f9.jpg
The Omegaverse (also known as A/B/O) is a popular subgenre of speculative fiction, particularly common in comics, manga, and webtoons. It is characterized by a social hierarchy based on biological "secondary genders": Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.
(( Hey, I'm curious! How many of you HAVE or HAVE NOT read the intermission / remember the intermission that introduced leprechauns? (( Gimme a pity if you know The Felt or a mediate if you don't
((I know the Felt and they have been a significant part of my life for a decade I hate them with a burning passion (affectionate)
PROUD MEMBER OF THE LGBTQIAMC. NOTICE HOW THE FELT AIN'T IN THERE.
What the hell do those letters even mean.
Don't you even worry your pretty little heads about what I'm about to do.
Now I'm worrying but also it's not my right to be in a dame's business unless she wants me in it.
They would have been caught doing that.
WE WOULD NO7 BE DOING 7HA7.
"behind closet doors" rankmaid-sensei (tags: Crowbar/Diamonds Droog, hidden sex, #nsfw, #violence, pitchfling, pitchfic, dont get caught, thats what youre for diamonds, top vs top, m/m, archive rating: E) summary: droog and seven mysteriously go missing during a party multiple anonymous requesters droogs lips travelled up crowbars neck feverishly, their bodies crushed tightly to one another in the small manor closet he huffed out a trembling groan between soft inhales, memorizing allspice and sandalwood clinging to number 7s fuzz "i dont have much time," droog mumbled quickly, hands working at the bright green belt that kept crowbar away from him "you never needed that much time before," crowbar groaned with a frustrating laugh, earning a rough shove from droog that sent the felt member slamming into the wall their lips crashed together in a hasty dance, crowbar letting out a small hiss of approval from his gills towards the sound of rustling fabric and the feeling of droogs hands reaching down between their middles "are you even listening to me? i know you have difficulty understanding directions, so ill say it slow: *turn around,*" droog said impatiently, pulling back a bridge of sticky saliva still connected to the thickness of sevens pale tongue as the kiss broke "fuck you mean turn around? *you* turn your ass around," seven shoved back, causing droogs body to freeze and his gaze to tear upwards "what did you just say?" the sounds in the closet turned from hushed moans to rabid barks, fragile items stored away with them shattering on the ground and being knocked over a few punches later, droog was on the ground with his body forced downwards a cheek pressed hard into the well-polished marble by a bright green hand on the back of his head, droogs knees holding his lower half up to meet perfectly with crowbars hips he felt a clothed grind and just near bit his own tongue off droog needed a cigarette "stopped fighting so soon, must wanna take it tonight," seven muttered smugly, bright red staining his mouth as his other hand drew droogs hips tighter to his front "go fuck yourself," droog snarled back, vision flashing white as he received a sharp crack to the back of the head "thats what youre for, diamonds" droog really needed a fucking cigarette ◆7◆ clovers adorable little body skidded to a stop hed been sent out to find just where seven scurried off to! the boss wanted everyone at the party to be on their best behaviors, and skulking around was certainly not best behavior "seven! are you in there? youre needed back at the party pronto!" clover called out curiously, knocking on the door a shaking voice called out from the other side "yeah, yeah i-im... fucking... c-cu–... coming." 7◆7 notes: kyaaa the party was so fun! im so glad i was able to go and i hope another is hosted soon! chitfic unrelated
7HE FUCK YOU MEAN MUL7IPLE ANONYMOUS REQUES7ERS
Okay, public relations mode on hold. Howw the shell do I change my text color to fuchsia? Is it my palmhusk? No one else seems to be havving the issue. I'm fine wwith my text being wwhite. If anything, it's more approachable to the common people and all. But I'd like the option.
I’ve returned. It would seem my invitation was… underutilized. Not a single question left in my absence. How unusual. One might assume there would be at least a handful of curiosities lingering—something unasked, unresolved, or simply inconvenient enough to leave in writing rather than voice. And yet— nothing. I won’t pretend that isn’t a touch disappointing. Still, I understand. Questions tend to feel more pressing in the moment, and far less so when given time to settle. Or perhaps some of you found answers elsewhere. That does happen. In any case, the offer remains. You may ask. I will answer, where it is appropriate to do so. There is no need to wait for my absence next time. I am, as ever, available.
I5 Mi55 5nowman actually allowed to hurt me? I wa5 ju5t poking a bit of fun! :)
That would depend on the triggering actions. Although I do my best to ensure the ensnared amphibians of the Felt do not harm each other outside of strictly cultural rituals, I do recognize that the Carapace Peoples have more violent courting.
Then I would suggest getting @misterSeven or @misterSeven#4408 to intervene for you.
Respectfully, I believe he should face the consequences of his actions, sir. Disrespecting a lady of repute, the universe no less, and more importantly a colleague, ought not to slide.
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Sometimes I can still hear his voice. A shame a what happened, really.
yes i have a feltsona! but it was a joke! johnfelt is ironic i swear to fucking gog
BREAKING NEWS!!! FELT MEMBER @itChy MIGHT SADLY NOT BE DEAD. INDEPENDENT REPORTS SAY HE WAS JUST SLEEPING. STAY TUNNED
Damn.
BREAKING NEWS !!!!!!! FELT MEMBER @itChy FOUND DEAD IN HIS MANSION THE RUMORS SAY IT WAS AN OVERDOSE BUT NOTHING IS CONFIRMED YET
Thank the Lord.
Maybe I defect just so I don't get associated with his shenanigans every fucking day.
You're still not welcome here, but I can still endorse this.
I regret to inform you that I enjoy breathing and being alive for now, so I'm not gonna do that.