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oneiriic replied to your post: oneiriic asked:That's so DIRTY, F...
I’m a mixture of laughing and screaming
//winks ‘i’ll fuck you up, hun. wait no i meant like beat you like slay. didnt mean for that context ahaha. ahahha.’
That's so DIRTY, Feli~
"What did you say?” Felix craned his head, a hand moving up to cup his ear. The man repeated his previous statement, although this time it came out as a question. Most faltered when met with Felix’ charm, his ability to twist tone and action to seem almost normal. Ah, yes his act of thievery was a trick! A joke! Except it wasn’t.
He nodded, an exaggerated motion. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t quite catch you. I thought you said ‘You can ABSOLUTELY steal that!’ but now that we’ve cleared the misunderstanding up, this little mishap, I’ll just put this right back to where it belongs.” Felix shrugged, a ‘what can you do?’ gesture that didn’t quite seem as sheepish as he had intended being he was in his full suit of armor.
Once he was a few feet away from the man, he gave a short two finger salute that soon turned into him pushing the stranger against the wall. Strength surprising for his stature, he pinned the man to the wall and smiled. “Look, hun, I can take this wallet. I can take any fucking wallet if you can’t fucking stop me.” He blew a breathless laugh. “The concept isn’t that hard. You don’t go yelling ‘No, don’t steal that!’ I mean, did you honestly think that was going to work? If you yell Stop when someone’s running do you think they’ll really listen.’Oh, okay. Since you said so.”
Felix shook his head and leaned in closer to the man’s ear. “I can’t steal this? Ooh, bite me. I so fucking am.”
corvusisms replied to your post:That's dirty~ ;))))
( I’m so happy [ heart eyes emoji ] )
//felix knows how to set the mood u know ahaha.
That's dirty~ ;))))
"You actually believed that I liked you?” Felix cocked his head, his pursed lips and sympathetic look masked by his helmet. He stood over his ex-employer, the girl struggling to free herself from her bonds. Oh, usually the rope would be cutting into her but no he had these made well. It was embarrassing, he had to admit but she had paid him money. They could even be considered friends. No, he made sure that in that moment she wouldn’t be distracted by pain. He had a speech to deliver, after all.
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corvusisms replied to your post: corvusisms asked:✆ ✘ ☼ ✆ - Morni...
( That’s cheating. I need to know what the text would say asshole )
// aLL IM GONNA SAY IS THAT IT WOULD BE NSFW IN NATURE.
✆ ✘ ☼
✆ - Morning Text
Felix: Rise and shine, beautiful! The birds are singing, the sun is shining, the knives are sharp and ready for killing.
Felix: Jokes aside, this is your wake up call via text. I would call but you don’t pay me for room service. Anyhoo, if you want to tail that guy now’s the time to wake the fuck up and meet me.
✘ - for a text that should never have been sent
Felix: { Censored }
☼ - for a congratulatory text
Felix: I don’t normally send these type of texts to my employers. I guess you could label me as a shy kind of guy. But congratulations! You fucking slayed. My last employer wasn’t that handy or that good looking. I might just write up a good review about you on Yelp.
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Send ✆ for a morning text Send ♔ for an angry text Send ♠ for a drunk text Send ☏ for a vague text Send ⁇ for a worried text Send ♣ for a text not meant for you Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent Send √ for a long winded confessing text Send ☠ for misguided advice Send ☢ for a desperate text Send ☼ for a congratulatory text
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❛volleyball’s not hard !! c’mere, uncle bokuto will show you !!❜
“Okay, okay. But first, one thing. Uncle? Really?”
Worth a Shot. artificialhime.
The arcade was full of life, and Ene was in the middle of a rather heated competition. Recently, the arcade introduced a new shooter that was incredibly popular with people of all ages. Today, the arcade decided a little competition wouldn’t hurt. Gaming had become something huge all around the world now, arena’s larger than football fields weren’t uncommon for gaming. The gaming culture that was once looked at as a waste of time was now used in jobs, hobbies and storytelling. Knowing that, the arcade figured a little competition may do well for business. Of course, first in line for said competition was none other than Ene.
Once the competition began, Ene versed various people, never skipping or losing a single challenge. After well over an hour a crowd of people had surrounded the console and her. Applauds eventually morphed into white noise to her ear, pretending like it was only she and her opponent allowed her to focus. Although she had been playing for what felt like ages, after each victory the bluette leapt in the air cheering before shaking the others hand. Hearing the announcer utter her name as the winner once again Ene leapt in the air once again, incredibly pleased with her performance. “Heh! That was a close one~.” Turning to her opponent she offered a bright smile and shook his hand energetically.
The announcer then asked one final time if anyone wanted to face her. A few moments without reaction. Ene was just about ready to take a break. Part of her was hoping no one would come forward… While the other half was looking for more of a challenge after that last one. Before Ene was declared as the final winner, someone stepped forward. A man with dyed orange hair and black streaks in it. Ene was a little excited to face off with this guy. He didn’t have the typical gamer “look”, but something about him just screamed competition. Despite his calm demeanour, he looked ready for a little competition. To Ene, a girl who looks like she literally came straight out of a game, that was something to look forward to. “Alright!” She cheered once again waving her arms in an exaggerated motion. “I was gonna take a break but one last round couldn’t hurt~. Besides, I’ve got a good feeling about this one!”
After getting the two set up for the round Ene turned to the other. “I dunno if you’ve played many shooters before, but the controls are pretty much the same. The objective is pretty clear, one on one, whoever gets the most points wins. Simple, right?” The girl who was quite the motormouth gave him a brief run down. After playing the game for such a long time she knew the game like the back of her hand. “You might wanna keep an eye out for extra points though.” Though it was tricky to get every bonus point, it was possible.
Strolling forward, Felix watched as the defeated player left the stage, his head down resembling a dog with its tail between its legs. Felix held back the urge to crack a grin. Poor kid. It was all so funny. It was all so surreal. These kids had an audience- an actual audience- watching them play their make-believe war. Felix set his eyes upon the winner, the bubbly girl that looked like one of those anime video game characters.
There was a minimal raise of the brow. All it took was a quick glance and he had already formed a judgement. The winner was just so lively, it was a sugar-induced act he was sure unless she was unfortunate enough to have that sort of upbeat anime type of personality naturally. And her voice. Jesus, it was like she was narrating some reality game show. He had an urge to ask her where her mute button was or at least how he could lower her pitch just a tad to a bearable level.
Ignoring the announcer, Felix flashed the girl a charming smile, one mixed in with a hint of sheepishness. She had already gone on and started explaining shooters and the game to him. He could have sworn that it was partially out of good will and also partially out of over-confidence. She thought he was going to be easy or rather she was pretty sure she would win. He imagined her out on his battlefield. He would hold out a gun to her and explain how you take off the safety and pull the trigger. And then she would die. Not because she didn’t follow his instructions but because he would finish his instructions and use her as an example. Simple, right? God, where was her off button?
“Haven’t played a shooter in a long time, actually, but figured this would be the best place to start.” Felix shrugged. “High stakes and public humiliation? What could go wrong?” He chuckled while reaching for the two pistols. “Alright, so uhh controls.” He pressed the trigger button, tilting his head and frowning to form a thoughtful expression. Felix could see the announcer’s grin. Oh he looked like a fool alright but hey at least he was charming. “Well, better now than never, huh.” He held himself like an uncertain child, looking towards her for reassurance.
Sorry, I’ve been busy. I’ll get on to replies as soon as I can.
[text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back.
[text]: Sure. Sure. You can do this just know that I will take it back.[text]: You’ll win your little toddler pre-school level battle but I’ll win the war.[text]: Hope you like your apartment fucking flooded.[text]: Get ready to swim with the fishes.
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send me a ✄ for my character’s reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone.
Night was quiet, hushed footsteps and stray whispers. Felix inhaled the air, cold through his helmet, and looked up at the stars. The sky was darker than the sky on Chorus, which was strange until you took into account all the alien towers sending lights everywhere, but the stars weren’t as visible. Still pretty but not the best. He looked back at his target, flipping his knife casually in the air and catching it absentmindedly in his other hand. Show off. But what skill. The man whimpered and raised his hands, muttering something about money and mercy. Felix laughed, the sound resounding harshly against the walls of the narrow alleyway. “Look, bud, it’s nothing personal. It’s just business.”
A foot stepping into a puddle, unaware, clumsy, searching. Felix turned, his armor masking his features but his attitude clear in his posture, his gestures, and then his tone. “Aaaand here we have a stray.” Felix stretched out his hands, as if presenting the girl. He tossed his knife into the air again and again and again with each step he took towards her. “Now what should I do with you.” He bobbed his head from side to side as he questioned her presence. Whether or not he should kill her. Whether or not he should let her go.
One beep, a small alert, the soft blue light flashing bright against the wall. He sighed, shaking his head and pulling out his phone. “Sorry about this, darling, have to take this one.” Felix tapped the screen and scanned the message, all the while balancing his knife on his finger. “It’s your lucky night, doll.” He gave her a lazy salute. “I’d love to stay and chat, it’d be a pleasure, I’m sure but duty calls. Crimes don’t commit themselves.” Felix put a finger to his helmet as he backed away into the darkness. “I’d say to keep this between us but we’ll probably meet again.” He chuckled, although his wink was lost both to the dark and to his helmet. And then he was gone, using the ladder’s to vanish in the city.
send my muse one of the following to see how they react:
[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather. [text]: Come on if you’re coming. [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome? [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.
send me a ✄ for my character's reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone.
Worth a Shot. artificialhime.
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Felix frowned. The tiny plaza filled with applause, a crowd had gathered consisting of people around their teens to young(ish) adulthood and they were cheering. Beneath the yells, he heard the pew pew’s of imitation gunshots, the child-friendly ‘hero’ noises of people who want the thrill of violence without the bloodshed. The applause persisted and he looked on from his spot behind the mob, hands folded behind his head in a casual display. Alright. Strolling forward, Felix threaded through the gaps between the crowd.
Two kids stood in the center of the crowd, some new game system holding their attention. The two held dual guns, the source of the fake noises, and were shooting at some cutesy monsters displayed on the two screens. Their concentrated faces and the competitive air about them was almost enough to make him laugh. Were they serious? This whole crowd was in awe at these two kids just because they could shoot some plush animals straight out of some toddler’s sugar-induced nightmares. How adorable. He stood, arms crossed, watching the “battle” until suddenly it was over.
“And the winner is...” He couldn’t help but chuckle. The girl seemed so proud and the other player so defeated. If any of them were on a battlefield, his battlefield, they wouldn’t stand a chance. “Would anyone else want to do battle...” Felix stopped listening to the announcer, whoever it was advertising the new game, and considered his choices. He probably wouldn’t be used to the system. He probably wouldn’t know the tricks of the ‘trade’. But he was experienced in other ways. Felix looked again at the child and shrugged.
He raised a lazy hand and spoke with charming nonchalance. “I’ll take a shot.”
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Welcome to Koi, Felix!
Looks like you’ve already got some other living arrangements (you can live in the dumpster)! Hopefully that goes terribly well.
Your welcome package contains a foul-smelling rug, a dented trashcan, and a broken mirror.
✽ Tea Mod
“What a great fucking welcome. But have you considered this: a banner that says ‘We’re assholes. Get the fuck out.’?” He shrugs. “Simpler. Classy, in fact, classier than you guys are.”