#praisethcsun

[royalreef]

       SQUISHING HIS GIANT MARKETABLE PLUSHIE HEAD EVEN HARDER.

[theiinkwiitch]

“Oh wow. Real Original, Doc. Ya know “Mad Scientist” isn’t really a personality, just so you know.”

Gods help him. How many times that they’ve gone through this same old song and dance? It’s honestly both horrifying and hilarious that he’s so used to being inches away from being someone’s lab rat. 

“Well I had to keep that gap you call a mouth flappin’.... otherwise you would’ve already noticed that I got out the restraints~”

And with a giggle, he’s already contorted his wrist and ankles out of the binds and looks at M.D. with a cheeky grin.

“Now, as much as I’d love to revisit the glory days, I am a single dad, and I got dinner to cook. Toodles!”

Time to bail!!

[ X ] @praisethcsun

[simiasung-a]

streli: joshua’s obsession with neku is stupid and dumb and honestly really weird, you should chill out.

streli after reviving rite and blessing her with a feather:                     okay.

[schattenmagier]

[ Continued from X // @praisethcsun ]

One of her rapiers are quickly drawn, and pointed at the stranger when he rounded the corner, and stepped into her view. And... oh. He didn’t seemed to be neither one of these hollow soldiers... Yet the thief still pointed her weapon at Solaire, even though he assured her that he wasn’t an enemy.

“ You may say you are not a foe... but how can I be sure of this? ”

Lilli asks, keeping her gaze on him, and without moving from the spot. Though... she is actually almost sure that there isn’t a lie in his words. He doesn’t seems like an enemy. Neither by appearance nor by behavior. A foe would have already attacked her no matter if a weapon was pointed at them or not. 

“ But... I am not your enemy either... I suppose... ”

[royalreef]

       She’s staring at this drink. Just staring at it. Not even with suspicion, mind you, just watching it like she’s trying to even figure out what it is. It takes a hot moment for her to even speak up, so dedicate she is to staring at it.

                   “I cannot have freshwater...”

       To be fair, it’s more complicated than that — she would go down to the ocean and directly drink out of it, because there’s nothing it can do to her that isn’t the same as her walking into it and breathing it, and she can have a tiny amount of freshwater, if she watches how much she has. But she can’t just drink out of random pools of freshwater, because they have wildly different compositions and microbial communities than seawater, and even vary hugely between otherwise similar sources. But you think Miranda’s seriously going to sit there and explain key parameters in saltwater and nitrate levels vs. nitrite levels? Miranda?

                  Also she doesn’t want to know what people did in that water before her.

[royalreef]

@praisethcsun​ inquired: No hesitation. She removes the facemask. Bites one of the dress straps. Rips it. Facemask back on. All while keeping eye contact.

       It may have been harder to keep eye contact if this wasn’t Miranda. There is one simple fact to this matter, and it lies in the sheer length of her neck, bordering on the serpentine, and the way that it bends. She leans to the side, huge muscles lining her neck rippling and shifting beneath her skin, stretching from the back of her skull to the large crest along her spine that serve as tethers, with Emi in the perfect location to watch. Then, back around comes her skull, pointing back to stare her in the eyes, almost wholly having turned her head all the way around to stare behind her.

        It’s decidedly uncanny. Of course, the princess will demand full audience for her guest, and it just so happens that her unique body plan allows for such a thing to occur with ease.

      She watches Emi’s mouth move. Watches her with such intent and fascination, the way she has to pull and tug on the fabric. It’s not as delicate as it looks. Not even as delicate as some other types of fabric, more typical of what someone might expect, the materials odd in the mouth and on the tongue, tasting like the bare skin beneath a bird’s wing where you can see the goosemarked flesh and the extending quills of the flight feathers that stretch down to the bone.

       It takes a while for it to come away, even with more persistent tugging and biting. Miranda’s just watching, face inscrutable, even with the grin that grows there. Showing her own teeth, slick with saliva, hidden beneath curl of lip. The tips of her tongue flash by, wet and gleaming in the light, flicking against the serrated edges of those pale fangs. She begins to growl, low, hungry thing, interested in that funny way that most of Miranda’s body implies. Taking teeth to such a large predator requires nerve, particularly in such a location.

       When the strap is sawed through, it finally falls down and away without much further ado. Part of her top falls forward, but it doesn’t reveal much, only showcasing a triangle of pink scales not otherwise seen. There’s still some other sheets of fabric, below, evidence of more complexity to Miranda’s outfits than merely what’s seen on the surface, but it wasn’t a bad show. Don’t mistake her. But she’s only just gotten started.

                 “Is that it? You are not afraid of what you might find below, are you?”

[royalreef]

       YOU CANNOT ESCAPE FISH FUN TIME, JUAN.

[royalreef]

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