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Horrible thought of the day: Cockroaches can walk on ceilings, but the especially big ones have a difficult time, which means they can fall off and onto your bed, hair, face or whatever it is.

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this is it this is your scariest post

sixpenceee

It honestly is

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Because this post isn’t scary enough as it is, I’ll add to it: 1) Some cockroaches can actually glide, so if and when a cockroach falls it can pretty much land on top of anything it wants. 2) Cockroaches can bite you and have been known to nibble on the hands and feet of the sleeping.

sixpenceee

Lord jesus

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Saltstraumen is the world’s most powerful maelstrom and is situated outside of Bodø in Arctic Norway.

aarom07

Someone pulled the sink plug again..

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Anisocoria is a condition where the pupil of one eye differs in size from the pupil of the other. Affecting 20% of the population, it can be an entirely harmless condition or a symptom of more serious medical problems.

baawri

anneboleyns

#probably a hairstyle blake might have?#idk #py

sixpenceee

The difference between LED and traditional street lights is astonishing.

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RIP; closed for aliascleverbot

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Pyralis’ hearing was sharp, and the unmistakable sound of metallic slithering, barely audible to normal audials, had had not gone unheard. Those thin tendrils were suddenly grabbed, held tight in a vice like grip, and the suffocating embrace was gone, replaced with the unforgiving chill of the floor.

In a crouch, the hell bat held Cleverbot at arm’s distance, and although he appeared calm, anger bubbled beneath the surface, along with healthy cautiousness. He didn’t know what the spindly mech was going to do with those annoying little things.

In a sense, it might’ve been rather amusing if one realized that Pyralis had had a brief moment of fear encountering these new appendages, as he hadn’t expected Cleverbot to have them, let alone know what they were for.

A soft green glow, barely noticeable at first, began to appear in certain parts of his frame and through the space between his teeth, those hard green eyes looking as if they were glowing brighter. He exhaled, and a waft of a corrosive burning scent drifted towards his plaything.

“Just what,” Pyralis hissed, “Were you going to do with these.” Tone practically acidic, conveying the restrained anger that promised to hurt Cleverbot should he not answer, the black bat bared his teeth in a silent snarl.

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“Ow!” The outburst was automatic, Cleverbot briefly squirming before freezing up. His datacables weren’t armored, they were protometal, and Pyralis was hurting them by holding them so tightly. Instinctively, Cleverbot covered, all movement ceasing as he just stared, optics wide and scared.

“Let go… p-please.” It was barely more than a whisper, and he wasn’t aware of what he was saying, too lost in the panicky fear that maybe Pyralis would actually pull, maybe he would tear them out, and Cleverbot had already lost one datacable, and the pain had been unbearable, and he couldn’t lose the rest, the pain would surely offline him, he couldn’t stand that, he couldn’t-!

Ironically, that waft of acidic air snapped him out of his beginning panic attack, making him blink before forcing himself to vent shakily. Then, in another onset of that stupidity which couldn’t be called bravery, but was more like stubbornness bordering to ignorance, he narrowed his optics.

“Y-you didn’t expect me to not at least t-try to fight back, d-did you?” As soon as the words left him, he regretted them, wincing in anticipation of pain to come.

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Slowly, Pyralis’ head tilted, eyes focused on the small idiot in his grasp. He made a point to look at the data cables, a mere half second warning before he yanked on them viciously, pulling them taunt from Cleverbot’s frame to bite clean through them.

A spurt of energon splashed across his tongue as he dropped Cleverbot, biting down once on the pieces in his mouth before swallowing. What was left in his hand he crushed, dropping the pieces on their owner with a sneer.

“For a supposedly smart mech, you are one of the stupidest I’ve ever met.”

#py #aliascleverbot #tadaaaaaaa #FINALLY RIGHT?#imsosorry

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We're Hiring; closed for captain-seismicwave

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“Yeah, it’s weird.” For Arthur, it was already a normal thing and he didn’t really find it strange. He only said it to comfort others. You find it weird? Yeah, so do I because I know it’s not normal.

Brianne then moved from his hand onto the table. She knew there was another person here, but she couldn’t see them. Spiders were relatively blind. She wanted to go up to Koh and rub a feeler on his hand. But the doctor knew that a lot of people were uncomfortable with spiders so he blocked her off with his hand and she crawled onto him instead.

“No, dear, don’t invade his space.” Brianne seemed to shiver and crawl back up his coat sleeve and onto his shoulder. “So, Koh, next question: How did all of this come into existence? This whole gang, mob, crowd of psychotic misfits? I know Darcel started it, but… What’s the history?”

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Koh had moved his hand back the moment he noticed Brianne crawling towards him, thankful that Arthur had intercepted the spider before it had a chance to get too close. He shuddered however, and rubbed his hand, imagining the creepy crawly prickle of legs crawling over his skin.

Finishing off the rest of his beer as Arthur asked about the creation of the Horde, Koh shook his head, setting down the bottle with a hollow thud. “Listen ‘ere, I don’t really know the fine details of the whole creation story of this gang’er mafia. You’d hafta ask Sarge, the big guy with the mutts.

“what I DO know, though, is Sarge’n Blake go way back; they both started this thing. I’m guessin Blake got lucky, made the right friends, then he’n Sarge just went around to the local gangs and asked them to work for him. Asked. He killed the ones that didn’t; got himself a reputation and word got out. Only the Horde know his face, and its invite only.”

#captainseismicwave #human au #py

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encounters

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What to do what to do what to do????? The Thought echoed in LC’s head and all he apparently SEEMED to do was to tremble. Would this be how he would end? With pointing FAKE guns at a monster bot who came to do awful things to him?

He wanted to pull a trigger, so badly. He would if he could be there just was none. The guns were fake, so was LC’s courage that already crumbled to pieces of fear and desperation. “Go…. away….” He said, sounding terribly scared and he took another step back until his back hit the window and the fact that he was in a dead end was undeniable. He kept up the weapons in the faint hope they could somehow still impress the dark bot.

“Please…. please leave…” He sniffled. “I am not interresting…. at all… please…”

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“Oh you’re so interesting~,” Pyralis practically purred, lifting his chin as he heard the paint tap of LC’s back meeting the glass. Quick as a snake, he grabbed the pleasure bot’s forearm hard enough to hurt in a vice like grip, pausing for a moment before he slowly to pulled him closer.

“You poor thing, your spark is beating so fast.” With mock concern, the hell bat tilted his head, baring his teeth in a crooked grin, “Did you know you can die from a rapid spark rate?” Pyralis laughed in that hollow, echo like voice he possessed, then eyed the small mech before him, “Scared to death.”

#1088horsepowers #we still wanna do this?#eheheh... sorry im so darn slow man #py

roughtideseaside-deactivated201

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The water was cool today, but it was beginning to warm up with the rising sun. Currents rolled and pressed against the dark plating of his frame to which he let out a low sound, a hum of sorts and almost lyrical as he dove deeper and allowed clawed peds to touch the sandy ground. It sent fish scattering and he merely chuckled, flattening his plating as he took a moment to explore - the damage to the life here was evident and a low sound of irritation left him as he plucked a bit of old netting from the rocks and ridges that made up a cliff wall.

Disgusting.

Facial plating and derma were curled in a bout of disgust before he shook his crowned helm, servo curled tightly around the bit of netting that flowed to and fro from the movements - it was an exotic dance of sorts but he paid little mind, resuming his observation of the area that he now proclaimed to be his home.

No one bothered him here - it was secluded, quiet, and away from organics. Granted, he saw them in passing but left them alone as they moved past him on small boats or large barges, blissfully unaware of the being that lurked.

Satisfied that his area was clear, he turned and made his way to the surface with a kick of his tail, vents that adorned the sides of his frame propelling him. The light was brighter here and he huffed, rising and ignoring the water rolling off of his frame as he climbed onto the sandy beach and dropped the aged net with a bit of a shake with his servo, nasal ridge wrinkling again.

A sigh left him as he turned and took a moment to look around, optics catching sight of a dark mass in the distance… what was that?

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Nostrils flaring from the salty air swept up from the ocean, the kelpie stomped her hooves, kicking up sand as she restlessly trotted from side to side. Bowing her head, she scrutinized the white foamy waves that surged over the sand towards them, swirling around her hooves and legs. She inhaled again, sides expanding as she tossed her head back, and waded deeper into the shallows, cautiously following the tug of the retreating waters.

This was new territory, and new territory had the remarkable ability to bring bad things as well as good. But it was water and water was good, water was safe- THIS water was safe, but a little itchy.

A gentle tug from the base of her mane pulled the kelpie from her worries, feeling the near nonexistent weight on her back shift. She nickered, going still as she felt the mermaid’s small hand firmly pat her neck as she stood naturally still, content to survey the beach.

The mermaid on the kelpie’s back was painfully small in comparison to her steed, easily only about as long and as big as one of the horse’s legs. She was more brightly colored too, softer and less fierce looking with long flowing fins; a proper mermaid.

She pushed herself up over the mare’s strong neck, using it as support as she gazed at the water. Patting the kelpie’s neck a little harder than before, she tried to get her attention, pointing at the water as she clicked her tongue. Their nonverbal communication was rough at best, but when one was mute and the other as dumb as a horse, only the simplest of intentions could be understood.

Kelpie refused to budge, eyes closed, oblivious to the mermaid’s desire to wade deeper.

Exasperated, the mermaid heaved a sigh and flicked her tail, trying to shimmy her way from the kelpie’s back. She grabbed fistfuls of the orange fin like mane as her lower body began to slide from the horse’s back, falling unceremoniously into the crashing waves. Sputtering from the rejuvenating cold, her head broke the surface, relishing in the push pull of the waves so close to the beach. A sense of playfulness swept through her as she disappeared under the waves with a flick of her tail, and reappeared letting the waves wash her onto the beach.

#roughtideseaside #i figured it was best if it was kelpie and merfem #cuz py would be such a diiiiiiiiccck #and might try to eat orc right off the bat #at least these two should make communication interesting eheheh

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BATMAN ARKHAM KNIGHT | red hood (x)

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How Well Do You Know Your OCs

katoskakid

send me a number 1-60 and i’ll answer the questions with one of my OCs 1: What’s your OCs favorite color? 2: Where does your OC work? 3: What’s your OCs favorite food? 4: Does your OC prefer paper or plastic? 5: How old is your OC? 6: Does your OC have any supernatural powers? 7: Is your OC in a relationship? 8: What are some of your OCs strengths? 9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses? 10: What is your OCs favorite outfit? 11: What animal does your OC relate to? 12: Is your OC sexually active? 13: What is your OCs earliest memory? 14: Does your OC have a cell phone? If so, what kind? 15: What makes your OC angry? 16: When is your OCs favorite time of year? 17: How long can your OC hold their breath? 18: What kind of underwear does your OC wear? 19: Does your OC prefer plaid or polka dots? 20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza? 21: Who is your OCs best friend? 22: Has your OC ever killed someone? 23: Whats your OCs biggest secret? 24: What does your OC smell like? 25: What time of year does your OC prefer? 26: Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk) 27: What languages does your OC speak? 28: Does your OC like anime? 29: Can your OC swim? 30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there? 31: Does your OC believe in fairies? 32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in? 33: Are your OCs parents dead? 34: Is your OC religious? 35: How flexible is your OC? 36: What turns your OC on? 37: What was your OCs first word? 38: Does your OC have any pets? 39: Who is your OCs biggest enemy? 40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done? 41: What is your OCs motto about life? 42: Does your OC drink coffee or tea? 43: Who is your OCs biggest hero? 44: What color eyes does your OC have? 45: Does your OC like reading? 46: Is your OC loyal? 47: Does your OC tolerate violence? 48: What social class is your OC from? 49: What country was your OC born in? 50: Does your OC cry easily? 51: What is your OCs favorite genre of music? 52: How does your OC feel about insects? 53: What is your OCs sexual orientation? 54: Does your OC smoke? 55: What gender is your OC? 56: What kind of clothes does your OC wear? 57: Would you call your OC adventurous? 58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted? 59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC? 60: Does your OC enjoy nature?

so i was asked to do one of these bad boys, I’m at work tho, so if you guys ask me Qs i can answer them on my break 🌚

#specify whooooo