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on the other hand a buncha randos on the internet think im hot as fuck

#and none a ya is wrong i'm the bees knees

som of you guys are so cool and nice and friendly, but if it comes down to it , i would not hold back in a sword battle. please keep this in your thoughts i love you

god what the fuck

#how the fuck do i end up back in this hell hole

myersin-a-blog

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to :

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse. 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object. 005. — Throw something large at my muse. 006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

thislovelylady

Accuse my Muse of a crime. They can only respond with either Guilty or Not Guilty.

bigxslick-blog

cacidrosistewel:

D –> True, your presumably puny lifespan may not allow you to persist to see the glory of the Empire’s conquest

you know what they say about assumptions right baby grand

man do you know how to do anythin besides being wrong

cacidrosistewel

D –> I imagine I’m not even very good at being wrong

bigxslick-blog

sure is a good thing carapaces dont die from old age huh genius

sepulchriitude:

Well I mean sure okay But there’s still a bunch of Slicks and you are one of them It’s just a fact I meant no offense

It is pretty convenient, I think Anyways how are you? How’s your City?

im just sayin man put some respect on my name

the obituaries have been slow so that could be a good or bad thing

cacidrosistewel:

D –> True, your presumably puny lifespan may not allow you to persist to see the glory of the Empire’s conquest

you know what they say about assumptions right baby grand

man do you know how to do anythin besides being wrong

cacidrosistewel:

D –> I hope you enjoy the taste of headwear

i HoPe YoU eNjOy ThE tAsTe Of HeAdWeAr

#//whos mans is this

i was gonna post somethin about me being attractive but then i realized sharp can refer to my pointy features, my degree of being well dressed and my cuttin power and realized i am a walking knife

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cacidrosistewel:

D –>

D –> Hm

D –> Another scrabbling and chaotic alien race yet to be absorbed into the Empire, I see

jokes on you baby grand trolls are nearly eradicated where im from try again you fucking abercrombie

cacidrosistewel

D –> Unfortunate

D –> You could certainly benefit from some of the Empress’ benevolent guidance

bigxslick-blog

Hahaha

Hahahahaha!

get the fuck outta here with that bull id sooner eat my own hat than let another person lord over me

cacidrosistewel

D –> I hope you enjoy the taste of headwear

bigxslick-blog

i dont see any ships or any troll armies all i see is my city my people and all my damn money and my beautiful wife

so my hat stays full of spades and uneaten

↩ + whichever ud like >:^)

“Aw shit, you okay?”

He knew the god damn answer - no, she wasn’t. He swore to god, she wasn’t the one behind him. He though it was someone else, someone out for his head. She knows he doesn’t do surprises, that his nerves send him into fight or flight. That's not an excuse, fuck. When he felt hands on him unannounced he just did the first thing he always did - stab first and ask questions later.

So here he was, hand still on the hilt protruding from her arm and panicking five times as hard as when he thought he was being jumped.

“Shit shit shit.” He mumbles before he lets go of the knife, watching rivulettes of red blood dribble down white shell. He’s scrambling to find needle and thread, throwing open drawers and spewing curses. Its only once he’s yanked out the knife with a hiss and sewn up her arm that he apologizes. After all, apologies never fixed shit, only doing ever did that.

⤵ (( sorry slick an idk what happened but ariah doesn't snap easily ))

Slick was sure it was somethibg he said. He's always flappin' his gums recklessly. He says the wrong thing at the wrong time and suddenly his ears are ringing. He's holding onto the doorframe that he was stood in and trying to keep the room from becoming a tunnel. His typical frown becomes a sneer as he steadies himself, metal claws digging into the wall. His organic hand becomes a fist and his teeth are beared.His face splits into a true grin, manic and wide. He shakes his fist before it becomes sharp claws in a mock-friendly gesture of openness."Look, doll," he starts with a slur, fixing his slightly crumpled hat on his head. "I have a policy about not hurtin on dames in typical situations but I can't take an insult lyin' down. Call it a quirk or somethin'."It's a mayter of blink and you'll miss it with how fast slick moves, pulling a card from the brim of his hat and throwing it, the knife serraded knife spinning in the air as it hurdles towards her.

🔪🔪🔪 8)

Slick forgot that his right arm wasn't what it used to be.Which is to say, being that he was left handed, he found himself backed into a corner and gritting his fangs because of the sharp knife that scrapes and slices at his shell and dips into soft flesh. He had asked for a fight, he was even taking it easy on the kid! But Slick's cocky attitude was bound to catch up with him. Being stabbed was significantly less fun than doing the stabbing, but he's better off blocking the knife from getting to his face or torso.But Slick could take it. It wasnt like the brat was getting anywhere - no skeleton, no tendons, no veins, numb nuts. Just squishy flesh that oozed just the same all over.He wound back his robotic arm, fist tight, and swung hard at the other. He was either going to get back in the knife fight or beat the other into submission trying.