#open for interaction!

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

...I'll never be perfect again,will I?¿ Marred goods.

[drista-the-parity-goddess]

Okay so I was trying to find a way to look more human and I found out about these things called sunglasses and I found this outfit thing called a flannel and jeans and now I look so human it's crazy. What should my human cover name be?

[demonryou]

Hello everyone! This blog exists XD I couldn’t help it.

[royalviciousness]

You know, I havent seen so many odd looking sadrids in my life. Are you all a mutated strain? Your horns, red to gold. Yellowed sclera. You seem to be adults, yet lack your markings, and all have nearly the same skintone. You seem like members of my species, but I would know if you were....What are all of you?

[faireclairevoire]

[Dimitri stands on a subway platform, eating a cone of Belgian truffle fries with simple relish as a flock of City birds eye him murderously. It is nine in the evening, and his first meal of the day. Occasionally he tosses a fry high up into the air, and grins as the horde of birds multiplies, collapses, and reforms into an ever-growing flock as they squawk and scrabble for the crumbs.

The man that he is tailing checks his watch impatiently; looks over his shoulder twice as he fiddles with the lock on his briefcase. Dimitri pays him no mind as he tends to his new flock with the opiates of the avian masses: Salt, Starch, and Delayed Gratification. The birds rustle impatiently under his gaze.

The packed Theta Train train pulls into the station. The man pulls his jacket tightly around him, and steps on.

Ten seconds crawl by.

Dimitri smiles, and tosses the entire heap of fries into the train car right as the doors begin to close. 

The undulating tidal wave of birds follows it, and all hell breaks loose inside the train.

Dimitri slips into the pandemonium along with the neat pneunmatic hiss of the doors. Time to find out what’s really in that briefcase.]

[ask-corrupt-young-lugia-blog]

Did you not hear me?

Are you deaf? Or are you just stupid?

... What do you mean, you want to know me?

You do not care for me. I do not care for you.

I am Obsidian. I wasn't always like this.

But I always had the name. And it was always fitting.

Is that it? Or do you plan on pestering me more?

[two-timelords-and-a-tardis]

Good evening!

Hello everyone! Eleven's off somewhere fiddling with the control panel, so I'm here for this first little shift! If you wanna talk to Ten, just ask! 

 Nonetheless, how are you?! We're openly taking questions and always ready to give advice! Feel free to approach! We're friendly! I promise I don't bite!

....Unless you're into that kind of thing.