#mod asshole

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I forgot to post this ages ago lmao

Here’s a cute orange sapphire

- Mod Asshole

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Pyrite/Fools Gold

Precious asshole pirate that just wants to be validated and wants everyone to think he’s a real Gold.  Just wait till you get introduced to all my stupid gem pirates. I love them. They’re my children. 

- Mod Asshole

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Bismolite | Welcome Distraction

"Ammolite?"

He glanced up from the papers spread across his desk, and a warm smile crept onto his lips as he saw the familiar head of green hair. Bismuth waited patiently in his doorway, her shoulder pressed against the frame in a lazy manner. As she noticed that he had acknowledged her, she made a mover to enter the room fully.  

"What you working on?" She quirked an eyebrow beneath her shades, and leaned over his shoulder to take in the scribbles and scrawls that marked the pages. It didn't even look legible, and yet here Ammolite was, slowly working his way through decoding the pages. Bismuth took a glance ay the inkwell on the desk, and her eyes trailed down to the feathered pen caught between his fingertips. So, not all gems were futuristic and modern, huh.   The pirate took a moment to answer, briefly looking back at his neater, almost calligraphic writing. Jotting down another quick word in his inked swirls, he answered. "Re-Writing Captains' maps," he spoke tiredly, and the various pages sprawled about the desk suggested he'd been at this for hours.  

"Can you take a break?" Bismuth suggested shortly, gently laying her hand on the broad curve of his shoulder. As he mulled over the though, ready to politely decline, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. His thought process made a sure halt, and his cheeks steadily heat up as he tightened his grip around his pen.  

"Well, when you put it that way," the pen was placed down upon the desk with a soft little click, and Bismuth found a bright smile pouncing onto her lips as he turned to face her. She quickly adjusted her dark jacket, ensuring the sleeves wouldn't dare slip down her arms, and moved into his outstretched arms. Gently, she was guided to sit on his lap, and swing her legs over the side of him. Her slender frame fit well with his, and she comfortably pressed against his chest.  

Ammolite pressed his head into the crook of her neck, and she could feel him smile against her skin. She was always a welcome distraction for him, no matter the task at hand. He wrapped his arms around her smaller form, gently setting his hands against her waist as he trailed a few feather light kisses against her neck and up her jawbone. He settled with a final kiss against her cheek, and returned to resting his head against her neck.  

She absentmindedly tapped at his chest, balling his shirt into her fists - anything to feel closer to him. They sat in silence for a good few minutes, simply content with each others company, before she felt the vibrations of his speech against her skin. His words were muffled and quiet, and she had to ask him to repeat it. When done so, he lifted his head and focused on her shades.  

Releasing a single hand from her waist, he lifted it up and gently tugged her shades off. She was never comfortable without them, but they were alone, and therefore exclusions could be made. He stayed quiet for a moment, his amber eyes focusing on the various mixed hues locked her eyes, before finally repeating what he'd said prior to his actions. "Can I get a kiss please?" He asked softly, almost shyly as he offered her a kind smile. His cheeks tinted a slightly darker blue, and Bismuth responded with a small giggle.  

Gripping his shirt and ensuring she was secure on his knees, she erased the small gap between them and pressed her lips against his. He reacted slowly, his movements delayed as he pressed his hand against her cheek, her shades loosely dangling from one outstretched finger. Lost for a few moments in their joy, the moment was only broken when she pulled away to take in a breath of air.  

The pirate smiled softly, and pressed another sweet kiss against the tip of her nose. He continued to grin as she fumbled to take her glasses from him and slide them back onto her face. Her cheeks were glowing faintly with blush, her embarrassment only worsening the more his attention was focused on her.  

When her glasses were settled comfortably on the bridge of her nose, he leaned in again, gently pecking her lips a final time. "I love you," he mentioned softly, his voice dropping into a hushed whisper. Her blush flared up again, but she couldn't stop her lips from quirking up into a smile no matter how hard she fought it.  

Mostly due to her own nerves, she didn't respond. He knew she loved him, he didn't need to hear it. Swallowing thickly, she fumbled to get off his lap, and twiddled her fingers once she was stood. Sparing him one last glance, she began edging towards the door. "Get back to work," she fought back her smile as he chuckled heartily and nodded, turning back to his work - but not before sending a wink her way.  

"I gotcha, love."  

And with that, she hurried out of the room, her cheeks glowing a rosy hue and her heart pounding in her chest. She always came with the intent to fluster him, but he always managed to turn the tables. It couldn't be helped.

- Mod Asshole

[Bismuth belongs to Mod Hoarder, Ammolite is mine]

And thus you discover my horrendous literary skills.  Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes. I’m lazy and I never check things.

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Ayy, first post from me! It’s kind of a mutual thing - the two mods uploading something Halloween themed.  The art’s not that great, since I’ve got a really bad wrist that I really should not be using. And yet here I am. Not that the art is ever good. But. You know.  Emoli said to do Prince!Ammolite, but I mean, fuck that. I also like drawing capes. You feel? I actually do digital art more than normal sketches, but whatever.

Don’t expect colour on all art. That’s a treat. 

- Mod Asshole

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I’m getting less active on this blog for a simple reason: I want to leave this blog but, I can’t because I need more than 2 mods to occupy this blog.

I’ll keep answering some asks, until I get 2 new mods.

I might aswell just unleash my real blog’s username. I’m LPS100, LPS for shorts. Not-so-familiar face.

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whats ur fav meme

you know i once new a frog back home who was also inspired to be someone else, just as i am inspired to be kylo ren. he told me he was watching a circus and he saw a man on a one wheeled bike. it changed him. he practiced for days to get good at riding his much smaller one wheeled bike. everyone thought he was crazy and gave up on him. one day, many years later i heard a crowd of people gasp, saying “here come dat boi”. it was him. he had done it. in my amazement all i could manage to say was “oh shitwaddup”. it was all that needed to be said. it was all anyone could say. dat boy had done the impossible.

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who is the guy in the backgroung of ur mobile theme???

buckle your seat belts boys and girls, it’’s time for a story of pain, heartbreak, and betrayal…

… it all started many moons ago. i was just a young padbird training to become a great and powerful jedbird. i was on a mission with my master, lark skysparrow, he was teaching me how to harness the power of the force. i was able to move acorns with just a flick of my wing, i was beyond excited, but lark was not. he kept saying not to be so proud of myself, that too much pride would lead to the dark side. i assured him that is would not, but deep down inside something stirred, perhaps anger or resentment from never receiving his praise.

moons passed and i got stronger and stronger, everything was going great, until that fateful day. lark told me that he no longer wanted to train me, he said that i would be to easily taken over by the dark side. i HATED that he didn’’t trust me. i had been his faithful padbird for so long. he could NOT just DENY me my right to become a jedbird like him. i flew away from him, vowing then and there to get my revenge, and that is when i saw him…

…kylo ren was just standing there, his brilliant lightsaber illuminating his dark robes a bright crimson. i could feel the pull to the dark coming from him. i could tell he was just like me. i needed to BECOME him. the man you see in my theme is my tailor. he was measuring me for my kylo ren outfit. he is a very good tailor, his name is Jerry, 10/10 would recommend. he is especially good at very small clothes, and i mean VERY small, like songbird sized. message me if you are interested and want his contact info.

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Do you wear shoes?

DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW HARD IT ES TO FIND A PAIR OF SHOESSS WHHEN THREE OF YOUR TOES POINT FORWARD AND ONE POINTS BACK?!?!?!!!!???!??!! AND AND AND ALSO THEY DONT MAKE SHOES THAT SMALL ANYWAY!?!!?! ……i’’m sorry i yelled. it’’s just that this is a very personal topic. i have been looking for shoes to fit my tiny bird feet for months now. i have all but given up hope. if you can find a place were i can buy very small bird shoes, the kind kylo ren would where if he was a bird, can you please send me a link. I would be so great full.