Sep 28, 2025
@kingcondi continued
"i don't want WANT your turf, innit, you bloody egg. i want your trainers."
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@kingcondi continued
"i don't want WANT your turf, innit, you bloody egg. i want your trainers."
@kingcondi
"can i ask- what the hell are you supposed to be?"
shame, shame on michael for thinking he couldn't be surprised by a city anymore. he had thought riding the subway at 2am had inoculated him forever from being caught off guard by weirdos like this. "i wanna know how i should be reacting right now, tell me, because i'm drawing a blank, i got no fucking clue."
@kingcondi
Hands up: “Whoooa, Ronald McDonald! I’m allergic to ketchup!” Gal’s not. But the idea of red condiment stains blemishing her Spider-Dude suit winces her face like a brain freeze. “You could really hurt me with that!”
The passive slight here: a dinky liquid-projectile pistol wouldn’t (newly) traditionally lesion her. Season her, maybe. How does she taste? Impulsive curiosity: her tongue circles her lips. Beneath her spandex mask, the mole-bump movement looks like a golf ball stubbornly avoiding par. Nothing. Ever since Vig Jr, her sweat has been scentless. Licking her skin is equivalent to licking mushy melted metal. Like mercury (the reflecty stuff in an old thermometer)—don’t lick that, it’s toxic. More of a sensation than it is a taste—bright and heat leeching. Don’t lick her—she’s toxic.
15 ASSOCIATIONS | Edgar De La Poer
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1. ANIMAL: RAT (obvious) 2. COLOR(S): hunter green / charcoal / burgundy 3. MONTH: november 4. SONG: sleepwalk by forrest day 5. NUMBER: 18 6. DAY OR NIGHT: night 7. PLANT: coleus 8. SMELL: stagnant water 9. STONE: moss agate 10. SEASON: winter 11. PLACE: basements / catacombs 12. FOOD: turkey drumstick 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: cancer 14. ELEMENT(S): water 15. DRINK: red wine
STOLEN FROM: @kingcondi // I'm a thief, I'm a scoundrel TAGGING: @l-ivestudioaudience, @idontkillorphans, @troublesomecousin, @schattenwerfenkeineschatten, @id1eyouth, and anyone else who wants to~!
i want to cause drama
🔥 my hot take about the roleplaying community
⭐️ my roleplay pet peeves
🔥 my hot take about the roleplaying community
i hate when you tease the multi and you don't make the multi and so we don't write graphic untagged erotica for the community to be silent on
⭐️ my roleplay pet peeves
things that are hard to quantify but i know when i see it:
a vague pinterest board that's more interested in the veneer of the genre than the content of the story in your head
a too obvious soundtrack
the reliance of sub dom dynamics in ships
when people don't godmod me back
@kingcondi 31.
"Oh!" White male. Severe hairline. Ferrety-looking. More than Conrad, anyway. More important: here, also, for some reason.
"We're sharing."
That was supposed to be a question, rather than a mildly quizzical observation. Conrad seals his fate when the door shuts -- the heedless driver takes that as his cue to merge. They're off!