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[replicae]

"I don't care if I keep going on about hunters. They're legitimately some of the worst BOW's that have ever been created like okay, they are efficient. They're great at what they do and that's precisely the problem because they're so fucking smart and adapt so easily. Did you know they're one of the only BOW's that can actually hold grudges? They do. They remember people's faces, their scents. They resent it when you get away and they'll always remember that, making it a priority to get you the next time they pick up your scent. Kill them before that happens because they'll never, ever stop until you lie dead at their claws."

[kalopsiclic]

if @yxngrou killed him... she would not be labled as a hero. There are no heros in the eyes of the soul society's authority. If anything they would fear her more.

" as if they would give you salvation. "

" perhaps they would put you in this chair. Or they would keep you as tier tool. "

But there was a chance they could keep her, but on a leash to be a weapon. She could be striped of her identity and forced to be a weapon.

"In your madness, we're you ever tempted kill me?"

[maudlxne]

❝ U - Um . . . excuse me. I . . . I think you d - dropped this? ❞

[militeence]

@elvnthshour LIKED for a starter

Time Lords and Andalites were like oil and water. Two species that claimed peacefaring nature-- inciting wars in their wake. The similarities of the arrogance and ignorance of both groups [speaking in broad strokes] was taboo to mention. Both were quite full of themselves, convinced other life in the universe was somehow, just ever so slightly, beneath them. And thus, as a powerful spacefaring race, it was their duty to protect the universe from itself.

Ax had learned of the Time War as a child in school-- studied it along with other subjects, including his favorite-- one involving a planet his brother told him of-- Earth.

Like the elder Time Lord before him, he'd fallen in love with the planet-- and had assisted five humans in fighting for it, in spite of it not being his home. In kind, he found the family he never knew he'd wanted.

Unfortunately, he was presently separated from them, a ward of UNIT as an unregistered alien minor.

He was currently in his human morph, he found he was stared at far less if he looked like this. Humans had this weird habit of watching his stalk-eyes-- it made him quite apprehensive-- almost anxious. When Ax got anxious, he got to work. Presently he was using some human and UNIT-permitted technology to try and create a signal to contact his people.

"If you are here to offer advice, I am quite capable of building a Z-space communication relay on my own, sir." Technically-- The Doctor outranked even Prince Kate, the leader of UNIT. He still had to cowtow to a superior officer-- something that had been drilled into his head by both his culture and the military academy he'd attended.

Something caught his attention though--- a familiar scent. Ax's pupils dilated as his human mind quickly told him what it was.

"You brought cinnamon buns? That-- is a different story."

[skullkxd]

“Ugh.”

They’re sporting a brand new black eye. Their aipom chirps nervously atop their head. Their eevee trots in after their wheelchair, holding a piece of ripped cloth proudly in her mouth.

[hazbinsinners]

" HUSK! "

--- angel slams open his bedroom door, tearing down the stairs, planting himself in front of the bar. his eyes are as wide as saucers, lips curled into a grin. " husk. " he says again, staring at husk with the intensity of an emergency.

and it was just as urgent, in angel's eyes.

he thrust something forward onto the bar. a slightly crumpled piece of paper. upon further inspection . . .

it was a drawing. a bad one. it was slightly stylized stick figures that vaguely resembled both angel and husk . . .

and husk was fucking him. that was the drawing.

angel grinned so wide it hurt. " i made it f'a you. thought you could put it on you'a door. we could match. but, if you'a a fuckin' prude, i made 'dis one, too. "

he thrusts another piece of paper forward. same idea, only instead of fucking, they were holding hands.

this was his attempt at flirting: being an absolute nuisance.

( closed || @mediocremixology )

[monxcular]

get rekt vox. alastor actually likes her. she gets to touch him-- climb him whenever she wants. they're besties. for the resties. that's right-- they have tea together on thursdays and he taught her to make good gumbo. die mad you cringefail loser.