#baph0metal

[marshmallowleos]

baph0metal replied to your post:goddammit im gonna end up watching goddamn fucking...

Y e s

after im finished being destroyed by hunter x hunter i...will do this thing.....it sounds like its gonna be........an adventure 

[gainstrive]

MORGAN IS THAT FAE GIJINKA BOY STILL FOR SALE, i am on that like white on rice.

he is GONE he went within minutes of me posting, color me surprised! i will definitely try to pick up another fae soon tho, keep your eyes peeled!

anyone is allowed to do holds for 24 hours on my gijinkas btw, as long as you have payment by then!

[pissyeti]

favorite non-food smell

I love rain smell. I love forest at night smell. I love deep woods smell. I love campfire smoke smell. I love sleeping cat smell.

[dimensionheists]

survivasm replied to your post: my sister just asked me if she could b...

there is no more love. only capitalisation on online gaming revenue

baph0metal replied to your post “my sister just asked me if she could borrow some games to take with...”

IT MAKES ME SO SAD

yea rip playing games w/ ur friends on the couch together

......except w/ Nintendo theyre doin good with it

[ataritouchme]

baph0metal replied to your post: baph0metal replied to your post: those...

THAT’S JUST RUDE AND MEAN-SPIRITED…

im saying!!

[ataritouchme]

baph0metal replied to your post: those zodiac posts with mean things or...

and they’re stereotypical as hell when they’re mean too, “as a virgo ur a cold bitch” wow…never heard THATo ne before,…thanks..

usually they arent even like real things and im like “this is stupid and not real” and it shouldnt make me feel bad but it does! :( ijust saw one that just said “trash” for mine thats so mean thats not a horroscope

[ataritouchme]

baph0metal replied to your post: why do i only know like 1 lesbian

how do u live

its really hard 

[feelskabuki-blog]

writing prompt, okay i challenge you to do a twist on a traditional anime "episode," with your OCs. The beach episode, the hot springs episode, a festival, etc

oh my god this could go so many ways of terrible B))))))

“I hate the beach,” Gavril wrinkles his nose at the salty air, arms laden with more towels than initially anticipated. (The top one is a bright, summery red, bands of lurid orange running across it. He does not know where it came from. He doesn’t really dare ask either.) Nikita reaches over and gently sets a pair of sunglasses on his face, tucking a strand of blond hair back behind his ear.

“Correction, you don’t hate the beach,” he raises one finger wit a far too pleased grin, “you hate the sea, and only because you can’t go in it for various reasons. It’s separate from the beach.”

Gavril tilts the glasses down his nose ever so slightly to stare in disapproval over them. “Shut the fuck up, Nik.”

[Roll opening titles.]

South Crest Beach. White sands. Cool breezes. A game of volleyball is already in full swing, populated by college students in skimpy bikinis. The sun catches in Gavril’s glasses and he huffs in a displeased manner.

“I’m literally going to complain all day,” he dithers over which section of sand to drop a beach towel on. 

“What else is new?” Perhaps it’s fortunate how good natured Nikita is - and how content he is to tow the beer cooler all the way over the dunes, wedging it into the sand beside them. One of the college girls bats the volleyball too hard and it smacks her opponent in the face. She keels over, blood spurting from her nose. Neither towel dweller notice, instead bickering quietly over when high tide is. (It’s not for hours, you dinks.)

Up the shoreline, a roomba trundles over the smooth rocks that jut out towards the waves, Beeping cheerily, it dusts a little path towards a rock pool where it pauses to beep again. Clambering over the crags behind it comes its owner, pushing thick hair back into a ponytail. He scratches behind his ear, and hops down to crouch beside the roomba, chewing his lip thoughtfully. The roomba beeps proudly at its find.

“What is it, Irwin?”, the voice is worried, a little faint - its owner has dressed herself all in black, contrary to the bright skies overhead. Irwin holds up a large shell, one hand on the roomba as he proffers it to his companion. She leans down to inspect it, curiosity in her eyes. “A whelk?”

“Dog whelk,” Irwin nods gently. A caption across the bottom of the screen refreshes viewers’ memory; the woman in black is Ida, the mother of Irwin’s boyfriend. Where the son/partner is, who knows? Perhaps the voice actor couldn’t make it to this recording. The roomba bumps gently against Irwin’s foot, and Ida smiles, black hair curling around her shoulders.

“Quite the find,” she’s warming up slowly, like the sands under the dawn sun.

“Yeah, I’m pretty proud.” The roomba makes its bumping a little more insistent, before thwacking hard against Irwin’s sandals.

He wobbles.

“Was that a goddamn splash?”, Gavril lowers his book slightly, eyes narrowed in suspicion at the rocky dunes further down the beach from him. (The book is a German airport novella on evil plants. He does a good job at pretending not to be enthralled.) Sprawled on the red and orange towel beside him, Nikita shrugs, busy trying to subtly unstick his swimsuit wedgie. He earns naught but a raised eyebrow.

“A little help would be nice.” A snort is all he gets in reply.

Back near the beach’s parking lot, the kiosks are mobbed. One of the college students attempts to acquire ice for her friend’s throbbing nose. The offender buys herself two ice cream cones, and proceeds to snaffle one in under ten seconds. All is content for a couple of hours,  until Nikita mentions - with a little too much glee - that he’s spied a jellyfish.