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I just suplexed a snake monster into a lava pit. Twice. This is a good day.
The Martial Artist (via outofcontextdnd)
((and thus my weekend begins with Work))
((I'll probably rant and rave about Guardians of the Galaxy when I get back, and will lurk intermittently on my friend's laptop.))
How drunk are you right now?
Grey looked up as the question was asked, eyes glazed. He had an empty tumbler in his hand and he stared at it curiously… He didn’t get drunk, he could shift his liver for that.But he hadn’t yet.Why hadn’t he shifted his liver? His head was slow, sluggish, and it felt like he moved too fast and needed to give his consciousness a moment to catch up. He snorted, because for some reason, that amused him."Drunker than is recommended," he replied, waggling a finger at the one who’d asked, "Nah’ that is’ your concern. I’m professornial, you know."
"Being drunk isn’t really a profession…" Cherry said awkwardly. she didn’t usually but her nose into people’s business, but he seemed very drunk. She’d feel bad if she didn’t try to help. "It..it isn’t my concern..but..I’d still like to call you a taxi or something if you’d let me…"
She wasn’t a bartender or anything, just a customer like him, but she doubted the bartender was going to care enough to call a tab. He’d probably just keep giving the man all the drinks he could to pocket the money.
"It could be if someone offered a constric... A contraban... A whatsname. Contract. If someone offered me a contract to get drunk, it could be a profession, and i'd be the best in my field." He said sloppily. He turned, trying to give her a winning smile, he waved a hand as casually as he could, "Pfft, I'll be fine. Just need a glass of water and to make my Liver better, and ba-boom. I'm right as raining. You... You're a beauty." He felt an instinct somewhere tell him to shift and sober up, but he didn't listen. He didn't want to see straight. Why didn't he want to see straight? What had driven him to this? Why couldn't he remember why he didn't want to remember? "You're a beauty," He said, distracting himself from the questions that threatened to rub feeling back into his numb mind, "You have anyone with you here? Girl with eyes like yours probably has a plus one." His own, oddly gold eyes glinted in the light. They almost seemed inhuman in this light. But it could just be the dim lighting of the bar.
Goodman Grey mid transformation.
AAAAAAAH SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HECK THIS IS AWESOME
WAIT WHAT WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.
Immortal just means someone hasn’t put enough effort into killing you yet.
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Me: omg no
Me: Sue is in Dead Beat
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Me: a new Sue
OOC
((Sorry for the absence, today got hectic, and this weekend I have plans that cover most of it. I'll be on for a brief bit early tomorrow to bang out a few replies. I love all of you, thanks for all your support today during what has been a less than easy time.))
Goin' to get ice cream in a rainstorm.
Will be back in a bit!
EVERYONE IS PREGNANT AND THOMAS IS INVOLVED SOMEHOW.
((How does a literal sex vampire forget prophylactics? You'd think that was rule number one.))
((Pollen Meme:)) I... Don't suppose your father would look at me doing this and believe I only did it with altruistic purposes, would he? *Runs a hand along your cheek, looking into your lust-clouded eyes with my own.*
"I—I really don’t think he would," Maggie gasped, leaning into his touch hungrily. Every touch sent little shockwaves down to her already wet sex. God, she just wanted to fuck something.
Grey eyed her, bound to the chair, sweat beading… As she leaned into his touch and he chuckled lightly. He reached down, “And yet I can’t very well leave you like this. If I simply get it over with, the affect is gone. The Pollen dies, and you’re free of this…” He slid a hand down to her leg, sliding it up her bare knee to her thigh, to the edge of her skirt, his fingertips barely sliding under the fabric to what as hidden beneath. The ropes bound her ankles to the back legs of the chair, forcing her legs to spread a little, and her wrists were tied to the back of the chair, the ropes binding around her upper arms, as well. He leaned forward, lips whispering against her ear, “Tell me you want me to help you… And I shall.”
"Help," she mewled weakly. "Help me take care of this."
Looking at him with eyes wide and dark with lust, she scooted her hips as far forward as she possibly could.
Grey smiled against her cheek and his lips surged down to her neck, embracing it in a firm kiss. His hands didn’t move until he pulled away from the kiss, staring into her eyes again. "I accept." He purred, and his hand ghosted up her thigh, his fingertips brushing her skin. The movement was slow and pain-staking, each inch taking entire seconds. Finally his hand closed around her upper thigh, under her skirt, and he groped it firmly. His right hand was soft, he made sure of that. His left hand reached up for her cardigan, slowly undoing each button until it fell open, revealing her heaving chest and bra. He looked her over again, something like a low growl building in his throat. "Perfection," he whispered, "Utter perfection." He reached forward and slid his questing fingertips under the one of the cups of her bra.
"Oh God," she mewled, arching her back to press her breasts into his hand. "Need something inside me," she added, looking at him hungrily, "Fuck me, Goodman. Please."
harry seeing goodman grey and his daughter smutting on the dash
Maggie is cackling. Thomas has been a terrible influence.
Hey, I’ve been a great influence! Just… not a usual one.
I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart! Nothing more!
harry seeing goodman grey and his daughter smutting on the dash
Maggie is cackling. Thomas has been a terrible influence.
Hey, I’ve been a great influence! Just… not a usual one.
I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart! Nothing more!
Just the thing a father wants to see when he comes home.
Sorry, Dad. *is really not sorry*
I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP, DAMNIT.
((Pollen Meme:)) I... Don't suppose your father would look at me doing this and believe I only did it with altruistic purposes, would he? *Runs a hand along your cheek, looking into your lust-clouded eyes with my own.*
"I—I really don’t think he would," Maggie gasped, leaning into his touch hungrily. Every touch sent little shockwaves down to her already wet sex. God, she just wanted to fuck something.
Grey eyed her, bound to the chair, sweat beading… As she leaned into his touch and he chuckled lightly. He reached down, “And yet I can’t very well leave you like this. If I simply get it over with, the affect is gone. The Pollen dies, and you’re free of this…” He slid a hand down to her leg, sliding it up her bare knee to her thigh, to the edge of her skirt, his fingertips barely sliding under the fabric to what as hidden beneath. The ropes bound her ankles to the back legs of the chair, forcing her legs to spread a little, and her wrists were tied to the back of the chair, the ropes binding around her upper arms, as well. He leaned forward, lips whispering against her ear, “Tell me you want me to help you… And I shall.”
"Help," she mewled weakly. "Help me take care of this."
Looking at him with eyes wide and dark with lust, she scooted her hips as far forward as she possibly could.