#fraglaunch

[yeeehawofficial]

-- @fraglaunch

             ‘  -- YER talkin’ a mile a minute, son.                             slow it down, an’ tell me what it is you gotta say. ’

[muonset-blog]

                    “   WH-WHAT DO YOU MEAN?  did they give you oil or is this something different???  WE COOKED WITH THIS-   ”

//  @fraglaunch      ❤ ‘d     for a starter !!  

[datatheft]

*  @fraglaunch   +   sc

       ❛    YEUGCH !    what’s  that  tire  even  made  of  ,  anyway  ?                                                          what  a  hunk  of  crap  .    ❜

[ncvabcrn-archive]

✖ :?

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

   i’ve been in the rpc since 2012-2013 and i will tell you this; it’s changed a lot. i remember when icons were usually 100x100 or sometimes whatever size, because people didn’t know how to resize things. there wasn’t as much aesthetic as there is now. people just didn’t care, and roleplayed to their hearts content. now there’s so much drama and paranoia it doesn’t really feel fun most of the time. people don’t want to interact with ocs as much for some reason, and it’s really disheartening because i started out rping as an oc, and i’d say i was mostly accepted into the community despite how god awful the oc was. 

   i just miss the days where people could have fun and not have to worry about being “good enough” for their partners whether it would be because of their formatting or aesthetics. 

[risquevil]

EYELASHES FLUTTER ,    a coquettish gesture that fully betrays the woman’s deceptive interest ; the action,  however coy it may be,  does nothing to stop the intensity of her gaze.   not that she’s ever been anything but upfront about her nature,  of course.        ❛     i hear you got your hands on something exciting                 &   i’m not talkin’ about your explosives.    well . . . not only.          ′

sc.   /   @fraglaunch

[svxlte]

@fraglaunch​ [x]

Svelte was ones chimeric form; tense shoulders, feathers bristling.

For every stride he took in retreat she ADVANCES, delicate fingers plucking iridescent quills from her coat.

❝ It'll be the last mistake you make.❞ Candid words, neither threat nor promise; lips drawn taunt. ❝I'll ask you ONE more time. Why did you come here?❞

Unbeknown to one whose form was-- Rather unusual, he'd almost stumbled-- trespassed onto land where liberated hostages were being harboured && Xayah couldn't merely let him go; not without VERIFYING whether or not he spoke falsities.

As for his comments regarding colour schemes, she'd ignore it for now after all she doubted someone who looked like THAT took fashion advice from anyone.

[ridesagain]

♚ i feel like both of us have a lot 2 day on the topic

the mun's interpretation. [x]

♚ - Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?

( not in general, no. most times, people want him to be all one thing or another, all bad and wicked and cruel or all good and harmless and sweet, with very little shades of grey to speak of.  it’s endlessly frustrating to me that he’s usually treated like a prop or a supporting role in someone else’s story, when he’s got an AMAZING narrative all his own.

basically, i just…wish fandom could embrace him as a whole, the ugly, angry, less pleasant parts AND the wonderful, adorable, silly ones as well. he’s such a great character, but it’s so rare to find content that both features him AND explores him as an individual, rather than small parts of him or this idealized version of him. )

[yeeehawofficial]

fraglaunch said:“ i’m only takin' back what’s mine ”

                        ‘ yer gonna get caught, son. ’ 

a lead had been given ; but, in his heart of hearts, he knew where the boy’d ended UP.   always with the SCHEMES against his motherland, plots and ideas against what he saw to be an UNJUST monarchy -- but,  mccree could see through him as if he were PAPER. 

       the boy wanted to belong again. JUNKERTOWN was no paradise, but it felt a whole lot more like       home to the junkers than any base overwatch ran -- so vital was this to understanding the rat, but so       FEW truly thought on it. 

an exhale,  cirgar’s smoke carried along. hand reaches out, hesitating for only a moment before being placed on wiry shoulder. younger is pulled into a tight hug, Jesse sighing. MISUNDERSTOOD, above all else. far more than just AGAINST his sense of justice, there was a slight urge to help junkrat, in the way a parent would help any ONE of their struggling kids -- something he’d understood too well growing up. 

               ‘ y’gotta let it GO jamie. yer gonna get hurt or worse if y’keep kickin’ the hornet’s nest.                 c’mon, alright? we can go t’my place and sit on this and think’a somethin’ that don’t                 involve the possibility of blowin’ off more limbs or gettin’ ya KILLED...’

@fraglaunch || don’t starve