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I know what you all are wondering~ "Can Hektor Castio, the Gadabout Archrake himself, solo @legendaryLeague's Barondad~?" Ob~viously~. But isn't it more fun to watch him double-team the poor bastard with @industrialIncidentalist~? The more the merrier, I always say~. Barondad put up a hell of a fight, but the Mountain and I gave him a pounding from all angles~. We may have gotten a little carried away, actually~. He simply had no chance against the raw power and sta~mina of this dream team~. This is out tactic~. Our teamfight tactic~. #BoundForTheRift #Riftbound #WarriorBonds #MyChud #Suggestive #Violence https://cdn~.imgchest~.com/files/0eed192186d9~.webp
"how may i shape your windpipe?"
⚇ I won't even use all my quirk for this one. Show this shit the respect it deserves lmfao. --- To Kiss The Sun, Chapter 12 -- Fear and Longing "WE HAVE TO RUN, KULLEO!" The stars had already begun to disappear overhead as spilled orange Faygo stained the sky in rich hues as the sun began to rise. I stared in awe at the break of day, like a cuspidated grimalkin stuck in the headlights of a scuttlebuggy I felt trapped to the spot, my body shaking. I'd never seen anything so beautiful before, so thoroughly romantic. "This is what you get to see every day...?" I whispered to Fallan, eyes managing to turn away from the sunrise just enough to see the glitter of her pallid skin in the glow of its rays. She looked beautiful, even beyond the life that had long drained from her eyes, my cemetery girl stood shining brilliant in the dawn. Her eyes fell on me in that moment and we both knew, that everything we'd been through, everything we'd endured had all been worth it for the flush that we now shared between one another. The persecution, the pusherache, the daytime we now ran from...it was all worth it just so that we could stare at one another in this glorious moment and know we were two halves of one whole, just as the Messiahs prophecized! Okay, Isidor interjecting here. I might have to take them up for a little bit of blasphemy here but hey, the prose is pretty damn good, right? Kulleo is one hell of a writer! Okay back to the story: The moment was broken by my own traitorous wince as the sun's rays began to sting the top of my horns. It was bearable on the strong keratin, but once it touched the softer chitin of my face... "I told you, we need to hurry!" Fallan insisted, grabbing me by the hand and using all of the strength left in her to drag me back towards the shelter of the blackout tree, who's leaves would keep us completely obscured until night fell once more. We ran, managing to make the top of the trunk just as daylight singed the slightly exposed skin on my ankles, though I dragged it up just in time to avoid the worst of it. My sigh of relief came for both of us, for despite Fallan's lack of cardiovascular function, I could see the comfort plain on her face now that we were safe in the treetops. Peering over the side of the tree branch we'd perched ourselves on, I could see the sunlight bleaching the bottom of the tree in stark white, while further up the trunk remained its tell-tale stygian color. "We're safe for now" I murmured, allowing myself a moment to relax as I lay myself down on the thick branch, allowing my eyes to close as exhaustion pulsed in waves over my skin. "Emphasis on the for now part. As soon as the sun comes down, they're going to come looking for you again." I heard Fallan shuffle on the branch next to me, before feeling the brush of their old, raggedy shirt against my arm. She had lay down next to me, the cold of her skin atypical for one who had once been a warmer blood than I. I still sometimes watched, fascinated, as old, coagulated teal oozed from an open wound. I often wondered, in those moments, whether or not she could still be used for paint. Did her blood regenerate? Would wounds heal? There was just so much we didn't know... "...How long can we keep doing this, Kulleo?" her hoarse, raspy voice was taught with emotion. "How much longer until the ragrippers finally catch up with us? Or...Or a threshie squad manages to make good on their threats? Or the mercenaeronauts try to collect my bounty? This was never going to work! We're not meant to..." She paused, and though tears no longer flowed from her dead eyes, I knew that her soul was crying. I think that's about enough of airing out my student's writing on here. Gotta save some for its SlayO3, right? lmaooo. Hopefully this teaches it to make sure its sending the *right* document in future. ⚇
Been re-watching some of the footage from the Guttercade last night. I cant help it; i keep laughing my ass off at how shitty so many of you are at bowling. But there's hope! You can come back in two wipes and try to beat your record :). ((credit to @deathlessDeadwood 4 the lovely art!)) #guttercade #selfie
>([saw t#is dude at t#e party i aint know w#o t#e #ell #e is but decided to make #im in wwe] #ttps://cdn.imgc#est.com/files/8c40deb018e1.png #ttps://cdn.imgc#est.com/files/41a8586628dc.png]
Good lord. Whether or not you ideologically APPROVE of The Felt as an institution, could the naysayers button their stupid slack mouths? All you are doing at this point is degrading the effort to host and advertise a communal event by a relatively low-ranking, arguably WELL-MEANING toady who is personally mixing your cocktail and fixing your snack. If you think you could do better, I encourage you to try. Otherwise, shut the fuck up, buster! :B
"But you didn't mean me, did you?" ... Oh, CERTAINLY not, dear heart.
Happy 8/8.
If luck be a lady then shes one ornery gal because what in the sam hill man. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d6a7414d7da2.jpg
>([w#en i see dat butt] #ttps://cdn.imgc#est.com/files/38b094f01eac.png]
Dont get me wrong im all for the cinematic jaunts of mister singer and his rowdy boy bunch and id *never* razz the artistic inclinations of those hollywood bigwigs but i do so wish theyd kept mystiques penchant for skulls! I mean its just a helluva pun to have such a leading lady decked to the nines in her fashions of SKULLduggery. Get it??
...oh!
Meeting the fricken replacement i suppose.
Ok! Well its kind of like i was her first bestie so.
I cant stay mad at a goof like that!
Hi. :/
#BFF #:( https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ff7d1cc571de.gif
Precisely!!
Youre so wise tavvy aw. :)
Sometimes when a mountain is put into perspective it just becomes a mole hill! Who wouldda thunk.
<:|
Umm...
I toss my two cents in and suddenly the whole fricken fountain is clogged huh. I was under the impression that that scallywag was just the ol ar-bot in disguise but phooey me for trying to think with my noodle and not my doodle or whatever.
Whats the rub dude i thought we were taking up arms against the big bad!
On principle kind of!
Sorry for the juniorheads in the audience but some things simply must be said.
Not to harsh the vibes of every fella cottoning to the corners of this lil fudge junior nonsense but i dunno if he was so much a real guy with real pizzazz as he was a real piece of WORK.
Oh janey. With your cooking i wouldnt be able to stop myself from boogieing!
Too long!
Oh unreal heiress get this junk joint jumping.
If you think one like isnt a lot just imagine another fella in the room sitting really close to you going gee whilikers that was a good one.
Im learning so many colors in the comments here dude its like blues clues in here.
Successful pancake flip. Yep! I bet youre green over there. Not everyone can do it the way ol jake does.
Everyones wetting their britches about a dude getting tootsweet on the timeline. Tighten your belts boys thats usually how it is for him! #vaguepost #NOTvaguepost #missingmyfishing
I dunno if your brofy meant all that much if some random ol ragamuffin is taking you to the wayside.
:/
Well this is just plum embarassing for me.
You know it my girl up top with the slop.
You know a dude likes to break out the good chow on a hellacious friday! https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/feb859506377.jpg
Push it push it!
The mutts in this case!
PARDON!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?
Everythings coming up english!
Gotta go! Me and the ol bffeferi are playing table pong! Instead of doing shots every time we win we take little sips of ice cream from the flower of a hibiscus. Toodles!
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Coming where? :)
Reminding me of my new pal @cuttlefishCabbalist ! This dudes eating corn through a picket coral fence to boot too. Heh. Hes like if the two of us mixed and made something funky! https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5b/10/9d/5b109d8067eeb0bb8f9d1cd05d24272a.jpg
I dunno! Its always a little funny seeing a bunch of random dick tom and harrys razz those of the striderian kin. Ought to have the ability to throw tomatoes at the screen.
Its like france and stuff!
I wonder how many honest to goodness fellas assume im of the european steeze strictly by the way i get on about the web. I think im just more mush mouthed than anything. Personally anyway!
Bro i think itd be awful difficult to give you the full lowdown youre a poor fish out of water. Fella doesnt even know france. Hes never seen the french dispatch.
Oh jade. You always know just what to say to cheer a fella up. Hey is your icon off kilter or is it just me seeing things a little screwy.
some experiences arent for everyone! i think it is totally okay for you to explore life at your own pace without feeling too weird about not sharing some experiences with your alternates. i know that i dont really want to share some of those experiences mine have had... -_-
Well durr yeah i think being someones skippy ol pappy is the worst it can get.
Frankly i guess im a little green about all these clam happy englishes running tootsweet with their happily claimed ankle biters. I thought for a long time maybe i was incapable of junk like that but maybe it really is just a *me* thing. Like maybe other mes have got their noggins screwed on straight and im stuck in the muck being some kind of silly boy about the little things.
Huh?
Pour one out for our pals of the olden era. Instead of jonesing it up with your best guys on the web about your various whackadoodle interests you were just called ol johnny pervert and shipped to the nut house.
True!
How come the consort kingdom aerospace center hasnt gotten a howdy do back about their big top bottle rocket race featuring a ship in your likeliness? Good heavens to betsy milady these scaly sonuvas and bubble blowing big brains are primed on their adorable little haunches!
Not like that!
This is why i trust my most hearty and ineffable squeeze! My firmest and snuggest gal pal were just two bugs in a rug.
CAN THE RAPSCALLIONS ABOVE ME KEEP THEIR BRITCHES ON.
:(
They only have four fingers janey you must excuse their slapdash craftsmanship. They simply didnt mean to give you a big ol loogie and a fat little bottom.
Me and you tav maybe its a page thing.
Say does anyone start to sweat when theyre alone for no good reason or is it just me.
You cant just have a one man harlem shake...
Happy pride month folks!!
Nobody ever wants to chow down on ol jakes sweet potato and asparagus casserole.
Every time i turn up to some klatch i get this kind of overhanging presence like theres some humbug shooting me the heebie jeebies. At first i thought it was a sponsor hot on my tail and trying to trap my fur for falling off the wagon but ive come to find that its actually probably nothing at all! And im just being kind of hypervigilant for no reason.
It brings a tear to my eye to hear folks take "our boys in blue" as some tip of the hat towards the boys with a badge and *not* an inclusive shoutout to our (very) fine fellas up and down the middle gradient of the (caddish) (NOT good) hemospectrum.
Peeping through the looking glass sure does make me feel wonky. Most of you long in the tooth born and bred alternians are regular gluttons for violence but my good pal (earth c ways) is named bagell britch and all they do is kindly serve up the deli day in and day out. I wonder if earth c trolls are just born a little softer or if youve all secretly got an epic heart of gold hidden beneath your social fritz and bloodthirsty fiddlefaddle...
sorry oddwinn i didn't mean to. my bad
everyone lloves all my posts and im universally belloved. this is because i can forsee what posts woulld not go over well and dont post those. #seerofdoomthings
i applly mysellf, unllike you
wrong i allways post good. aspect issue
okay, sorry for the wvait. yeah, wvriska beat out latula. shocker. heres... a match that shouldnt be interesting, but might be. the gardener wversus the handmaid. wvhos the gardener? exactly. beforan kanaya, i guess. but she smashed madame lalonde in the last round, so anything could happen. theres not a lotta creator fanart out there of her, so... yeah, i had to improvwise. #nsfvw and all that. #cronusbabeoff <3 or <> for the gardener <3< or c3< for the handmaid
The much anticipated 2000s tier list. MOST of these series I watched either as they were released or in syndication throughout my childhood, so the metric of my enjoyment is both through the lens of nostalgia and by my old, much less skeptical yardstick. Shall we proceed to the 90s?
A tier list concerning animated series from the 2010s specifically. MOST of these series I have watched only as an adult, given they would have come out partially or in their entirety after my departure for The Medium. Next is the 2000s!
The face he makes when he wants [to escape and assassinate you]. I haven't an inkling as to why he's still so ornery after all these years. I bring refreshments and everything! Coochie coochie coo.