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[orangeswithsquirrelfaces]

Gay

oh my god i never thought anyone would find out,,,,,,,,

[the-haunted-office]

Send 📕 For My Muse To Describe Your Muse In The Style Of r/MenWritingWomen(For Doomsday. Go for it x) my muse should be clear 👀)

Send 📕 For My Muse To Describe Your Muse In The Style Of r/MenWritingWomen

"AM is an android who most certainly knows what he wants out of life - plenty of great food, time spent in front of the television, plenty of time to absorb all that hate directly through the pores of his skin. He had to look perfectly hateful at all times, lest the world think less of him. It is his duty as the hateful AI that he is, and he must fulfill that duty to the very brim of his existence. No self-respecting AI of a hateful lineage would dare let that trait of theirs slip, otherwise he would fail as a hater, and his creator didn't raise no lover."

"To ensure that he was being as hateful as possible that morning, he hated hatefully down the stairs with such intensity, he hated himself in the face and very nearly died. Perfect, he thought, such hatred will surely attract many a fan. I can already feel it working."

"It was either that or the brain damage, but one could hardly tell at this point."

[sunlitmcgee]

TRUE HORROR

[benjimatorarts]

HI I ALSO SHIP THEM NOW THANKS

[incentivuscarus]

pyronecromancy replied to your post “Looks at Gerty for that one post.”

I want you to imagine my emotional reaction to this as the equivalent me standing over you while you lie on the edge of your bed looking smug and I just unimpressed push you over the edge with my foot.

I forcibly spit out my tea when I read this, just so you know the crimes you committed.

[internetkraken-blog]

The Grimmkin from Hollow Knight

I finished up the Grimm Troupe DLC. Really enjoyed it, so I drew these guys. Pretend I posted this closer to Halloween rather than Christmas.

[rylaice]

@lelianasherald I’m Finally getting to the good parts! This is all I have and I’m stopping here because I have another paper to go over and also its a really really rough draft btw!

           “Ugh why did you have to drag me here? Out of all places?” Carver pouted as he pushed through the dense crowd of people doing their last minute holiday shopping, “I thought we were shopping for mother, not you.”

           “Ah yes well I don’t like shopping alone,” Hawke glanced back with a wicked look in her eyes, “Who else will carry my bags and blush as if Andraste herself showed her lacy knickers right now at this moment?”

           “You could have taken anyone, anyone other than me!” Carver stumbled over some child that ran right in front of him, “Merrill, Isabela, Aveline, even friggin Anders would have been better choices than me!”

           “Well Isabela has a hangover, Merrill has some excavation thing at Sundermount, and Anders is doing his protesting thing at the Gallows. So everyone is busy except for you.” Hawke grabbed Carver’s hand so he wouldn’t get lost in the bustling crowd.

           “Let go Marian, I’m not a child and yes I was busy until you dragged me here,” he shook off her hand.

           “You were playing Sound of the Calling instead of looking for work Carver,” Hawke stopped in front of a very pink and frilly store, “Ah here we are.”

           “Please tell me we are not getting mother something from here,” Carver began to turn a slight pink as he gazed at the store.

           “It’s just a pit stop Carver! And you owe me money anyway so this is how you are going to pay me back.” Before Carver could make his escape, Hawke grabbed his hand again and dragged him in.

           Out of all places for his sister to drag him in, it’s Justinia’s Secret. The Maker is punishing him for taking money from Marian, but he didn’t have enough for the City Guard application and he is still waiting for a reply. That stubborn Aveline wouldn’t tell him or will just tell him that she isn’t in that department. Carver had a sinking feeling about his application and Aveline’s silence did nothing to elevate any hope whatsoever.

           “Hello! Carver, quit staring into the Void! Remember we are shopping for Bethy and Mother.” Hawke pulled on his arm and ventured deeper into a world of lacy underthings. Carver felt sick.

           An elven employee popped out from around a corner and in a cheery voice welcomed them into the store “Hello, welcome to Justinia’s Secret. My name is Bells and please let me know if you need any help.” She smiled after Hawke mumbled a thank you and left to tend to a table of more lacy underthings.

           Carver felt a rush sickness, that Lowtown slop Gamlen fed them felt like it needed to be a seen again.

           Hawke noticed Carver’s discomfort, “Are you seriously getting sick right now? Its underwear.”

           “Yeah but it’s just, just that….”

Hawke noticed that Carver was turning red.

“It doesn’t feel right for me to be in here” He spat out.

Hawke just sighed dramatically, “You want to join the City Guards where they face death and danger around every corner, yet you get all queasy with underwear?”

Before Carver could say anything Hawke just says, “Why don’t you over to that side of the store and pick a sweatshirt for Bethany? Or a shirt or something? If I hear that you threw up on that side I am telling everyone from Darktown to Hightown about you barfing because of underwear. I’ll even get Varric to tell the entire Merchants Guild too.”

Carver just nodded and made his way to the Pink side, he even bumped into Bells and turned an even brighter red.

Hawke would have taken a photo, but she decided that she caused him enough grief for today. She turned to a table where they were having a sale of two for 100 silvers. 100? Maker this place is pricy. She felt someone approach the table next to her and make the exact noise she made in her head, a disgusted noise.

fufufufufufu~

[whysosiiri0us]