#oddly specific?

[petittherr]

Grayson, who somehow knows how to snap her bubblegum loudly.

[ratatatastic]

https://x.com/neofilm97/status/1870808988591202773?s=46&t=E38dmljMeo82c_8ILtAs0w

insane

congrats to them and their intense serious general/tactician and the guy who managed to waltz his way into said tacticians unit because you usually have to pay him off 5 coins for his loyalty but because its sasha who talked to him he actually went for free and is now just following him around

[cowsaresushi-coral]

IUYGUFDHDD ARE U TRYING TO KILL ME WITH SHOT POST QUALITY BC YOU'RE GONA

(yes, that’s engineer in a chinchilla fursuit. whatcha gonna do about that?)

Nah, if I wanted to make a shitpost SO TERRIBLE that it would end you, I’d have done this instead:

Like a chinchilla bath, but in a small controlled rock volcano in a studio, and the chinchilla is on fire, and the chinchilla likes it because it’s a bird that is on fire. And the bird likes the fire. But also the train is Thomas the Tank Engine, who is also on fire, carrying a flaming Engineer in a chinchilla fursuit and the fursuit is on fire, and the flaming Thomas the Tank Engine with the Engineer in chinchilla fursuit that’s on fire is going down a volcano. That is also on fire.

Fun fact, I was going to draw something cute, but then I changed my mind:

You know how ideas sometimes do that.

[snowangeel]

Im simple guy, i see long haired, quiet rocker who does dumb shit while drunk and my clothes are gone

[glitter-in-the-grey]

girl who will hook up with you then post about her bf moodboard ✨

[solverne-02]

Inktober Day 17: Swollen

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The evening was nice, calm, quiet, and peaceful. There was a large crackling fire in the courtyard, many elvhen hovering near it, enjoying its warmth. However, lingering back in one of the corners was Aravae, armed crossed and her brows knitted closely together. Just within an arm’s reach, a man was leaning against the wall as he faced her, the scent of alcohol wafting off of him, intensifying as he spoke to her.

“...and all I mean to say is, you’re a beautiful woman,” he said, some of his words slurring together slightly. “So why don’t you and I just go off and find a quiet room, hmm?”

She exhaled sharply. “What in the world makes you think I’d go off with you, Aldo?”

“Because!” He waved a hand around and widened his eyes, as if surprised that she dared to ask him that. “I’ve seen you making your doe eyes at Rienmar, but what is he? He’s nothing in comparison to me! I’m much higher in the ranks, like you. I’d understand you more, one high-tier to another.”

Though her stomach fluttered with embarrassment at his comment about her noticeable affection, she ignored it and let sparks flicker about her bare skin, her eyes darkening. “You’re saying this all in the assumption that I’d want to actually get to know you.”

“You don’t need to get to know me. You already do.”

He reached a hand towards her and she stiffened, glaring at it. She wasn’t used to such brazen, stupid, ignorant advancements like this! Why wouldn’t he just leave her alone? Why was he trying to touch her? Was he seriously going to force her to cause a scene when the night had been so quiet and peaceful-?

A hand reached out and clasped Aldo’s shoulder, gripping tightly. “Aldo. What are you doing? Can’t you see that you’re making her uncomfortable?”

Aravae breathed a sigh of relief once Aldo turned to face the owner of the hand - Rienmar. Though his tone was laced with patience, the ire in his eyes spoke another story. Aldo scoffed and shrugged his shoulder away. “Piss off, Rienmar. Can’t you just leave this to me?”

“You need a lot more practice in the art of flirtation. Here, come with me. I think I have some pointers I can give you.”

This only seemed to anger Aldo. “Fenedhis lasa. You think I want your help?”

“I’m merely offering. Clearly something I’ve been doing has been working, wouldn’t you say?”

Aravae stood there, her mouth gaping slightly and her arms uncrossing, falling to her side. A stabbing pain struck her chest. What was Rienmar saying? What was he doing?

There was a split second where Aldo glanced back at Aravae and she saw Rienmar send her a wink. That small gesture alone settled her unease and relaxed her mind, that was beginning to run wild. Okay. He was just trying to lure Aldo away from her. He wasn’t really doing anything other than that.

Aldo turned back to Rienmar and shrugged. “Pfft, you think you know things, lover boy. Come on, then. Let’s see what tricks you think you have.”

“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Here, let’s just step right over here.” Rienmar patted his shoulder and gestured off to a small hall that was not far from where they currently were. Aldo went just ahead of him, giving Rienmar just enough time to quickly mouth to Aravae, be right back.

She relaxed once they were out of sight. She did shiver once, feeling disgusted by the impudence of that man. Who did he think he was, trying to act all high and mighty like that and just ignore her obvious distaste for the situation? She was glad Rienmar had intervened when he had. She was incredibly close to frying him with a lightning bolt to teach him some manners. She didn’t normally approve a use of violence, but in such cases, an exception could be made.

While she waited for Rienmar to return, she ventured off to get both of them a drink. It took her some time, weaving carefully through the crowd and making sure that she didn’t spill all over her. By time she nearly arrived back, a figure was rushing towards her. She glanced up and jerked out of the way, watching as Aldo hurried by, anger pouring off of him, a hand clutching his cheek. She stopped walking and arched a brow.

“Oh, is that for me?” Rienmar’s voice breathed in her ear, his hand reaching around her and taking one of the glasses from her hand.

“Rienmar,” she drawled, “was Aldo’s cheek swollen?”

“Hmm, was it?” He took a nonchalant sip of his drink.

“Weren’t you just going to ‘talk’?”

“Yes, we did.”

“Then why are your knuckles red, hmm?”

Rienmar glanced at his right hand knuckles and shrugged. “They’ve been like that.”

“Uh-huh,” she murmured, unconvinced. Still, she couldn’t stop the small smirk from reaching her lips. At least Aldo likely wouldn’t be a problem any longer for her.

[sei-shounen-yugi]

every time i see someone dissing the very concept of t/b tagging i go “ah, so you’ve not had the experience of realizing that you can make this interpretation of your blorbo that makes you want to beat everyone involved to death with a tire iron vanish with ONE WEIRD TRICK (never venturing into anything tagged with one specific dynamic)”