#hyperion.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

"If you're going for a dip, may I join you?"-asked Hyperion.

// @llixulia

“Uhh, sure! Why not? I know a big ol’ lake that ain’t too far out actually!”

“Follow me!” With a wave of his arm, the cowboy is already headed in a specific direction, his spaded tail swishing behind him.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

"If you ever need someone to talk to... I'm around."-said Hyperion.

// @llixulia

“Talk ‘bout what?” Butch would feign ignorance with a smile; it was easier that way. That and denial, of course.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

"Looking good, Butch."-said Hyperion, smiling.

Unprompted. // @llixulia

“Thank ya! I’m good at cleanin’ up sometimes~”

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

🔒 "reverse" (I feel curious)

Send 🔒("lock") with what your muse would do to mine while playing 7 Minutes in Heaven.

Add "reverse" to hear what my muse would do to yours instead. // @llixulia

“Don’ wanna get too crazy too early on—guy’s some kinda snake thing, afterall. Might spook ‘em! But a lil’ teasin’ never hurt nobody. He’s one big feller but I ain’t no stranger t’tamin’ beasts. It’d sure be cramped in a tiny space like that so I’d probably give ‘em some kisses—it’d be nice t’feel those fangs on my tongue, maybe feel up those horns a bit. Jerk ‘im ‘round if I can. F’i get ‘im riled up ‘nough, maybe I’d get t’see what we’re workin’ with~”

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Does that incluye big snakes? (Totally not looking at Hyperion here xD)

// @llixulia

“Well,” Butch’s eyes go blank as he recalls a particular incident with a naga that nearly got him and someone very dear to him killed. After a long pause, he shakes away those thoughts and a laugh escapes him.

“N-Not all big snakes’re out t’getcha! Can’t say m’fraid.” More so wary. “I don’t mind boas n’ all that.”

[ellvirall]

@belevine // “What the actual fuck is that?”

Elvira had been trying to control how often she cursed, but clearly, that wasn’t working for her at the moment. She’d morphed into Blue Ranger suit almost as soon as the creature began to rampage. Recently, it seemed that she should have just stayed in her Ranger suit without morphing out of it - it had been some time since the invasion ended, but it seemed like things just kept getting worse. She moved out of the way, letting one of these limbs thrash about before she shot up back up. 

“Yo, Hyperion,” the Blue Ranger shouted the masked Hero. From the ground, she looked up at him then back over to the creature that was in the process of trashing around. “You picked the worst time to show up late,” The Blue Ranger reached for her weapon, grabbing the hilt of her bo staff and connecting the ends together. “Any idea what that thing is?”