#ask tate

[proxylynn]

I think Tate x porn magazine is much better and fit for his character….

Tate: I have a small stash. Ain't nothin' wrong with a naughty book or two. But nothin' beats the real thing. Ain't that right, rabbit?!

Lynn: *chilling on the couch in a tank top and shorts* Huh?

Tate: *smirks* Fuck...you can smother a guy with those thighs.

Lynn: *rolls her eyes* Such a dork.

[99problemsbutastitchaintone]

My current wip!

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[proxylynn]

"Tate...what big....big uh...big everything you have!"

Tate: Ya know what they say, sha. Bigger is better.

[proxylynn]

Hey, Tate. You're usually a chill guy but what would happen if someone is being rude to you like telling you to shut up? Would you chop them up into pieces?

Tate: And cause a scene? Sha, ya wound me. Do ya really think I can't hold back? I'd calmly request an apology, lettin' them know it's no big deal, and then...

Lynn: Allow me to translate how this really goes down. Someone bumps him and gets uppity, snapping at him to watch it. He then calmly grabs them, gets in their face, and with all the earnesty he can show...tells them how he'll take this prick into a corner, rip out their tongue, pop out one eye and skull fuck him to death if he doesn't hear an "I'm sorry" in three seconds.

Tate: Well...Now you're just gonna spoil my fun.

Lynn: He then follows them home and kills them regardless of apologies because, well, you done fucked up and now you find out.

[proxylynn]

Who's hungry for moths?

(For Tate)

Tate: Really like to pair me with him, huh?

Lynn: I'd figure Messiah.

Tate: Right? Randall ain't so bad either.

Lynn: Mmm...Bad boy.

Tate: You're a goofy little thing.

(art by Tate and Messiah's creators mortisfox and bileshroom)

[proxylynn]

Dizzy: Tate, do you know how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie pop?

Tate: A Tootsie pop? Been quite a while since I had one of those. But I'm game. Not gonna say no to your cute face.

*he leans down and holds your hand with both of his as he slowly, and purposely, drags his tongue along the candy*

Tate: One...

*he repeats his licking in a very sensual way and makes eye contact with you*

Tate: Two...

*he rumbles a deep purr before giving the cany a final lick and then bites it*

Tate: Three~.

[proxylynn]

*Dizzy slowly lifts up a plate full of soft warm fresh powdered sugar covered beignets and spoke up in a shy voice. His face blushes*

Dizzy: H-hi, Tate. T-These are for you...hope you like them...

Tate: Dawww. Now ain't you a sweet little thing, sha. I'm sure I'll love 'em. But I don't want to spoil my sweet tooth too much. Gotta save some room for the tastiest treat of all...You~.

[proxylynn]

An angry goose starts to hiss, honk and bite at Tate's ankle. What would he do?

Tate: I respect ya for tryin'. Lynn! Did ya ever have Foie Gras?

Lynn: No?

Tate: *grips the goose* Want to?

*goose bites*

Tate: Son of a feathered whore!