i am going to be *so* obvious, but for art asks... Vincent with the heart-eyes and blush from that Valentines meme would be the cutest~
Please know that I was EAGERLY waiting for this kind of ask from you!
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i am going to be *so* obvious, but for art asks... Vincent with the heart-eyes and blush from that Valentines meme would be the cutest~
Please know that I was EAGERLY waiting for this kind of ask from you!
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hi im shy 👋
could i get a blinkie with az from pokemon with "literally my husband" next to him? :] you made one with his XY design a while back and i would like one with his ZA design please!
https://x.com/i/status/2089334886574211518
saw this tweet and it instantly reminded me of you, the patron saint of unaidri
THIS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHA
"the patron saint of unaidri" I am so honored. Thank you for this and for thinking of me, especially since "Pedri looking up at someone" is my favorite genre of photo.
DAY 11: HOOK
Sun being a jerk, as always!
You stare in disbelief, as the mer that's been messing with your equipment points to his gaping maw. In it? a fishing hook.
Your team came up with the idea to scare him off: let a fishing hook next to camera 03 and hope he'd get stuck, and eventually leave it alone.
Letting out a sigh you turn to your coworkers "why, just why?!" In return they just shrug " honestly I have no clue, but it's always 03."
A moment of silence as both look back at the live footage, the mer now chirping as to taunt you. "At least he didn't swallow it" you mumbled, honestly glad about that fact. And as if he had heard you, he winks before spitting it out into his hands. The footage disconnects moments later. "Aaaaaaaannnd there goes our camera" leaning back in your chair, you question this mers action. Why? Why only 03? What does it gain from this?
One scientist from the robotics department came in, looking puzzled " We've been looking at all the incidents with the mer, and we've found a pattern" you wave your hand, signaling him to continue "Half of the incidents line up with your schedule, every time you're on duty it shows up to mess with equipment." Slowly turning to look at him, absolutely disbelief on your face, you have got to be fucking kidding.
"And the other half?" Your coworker asked. "And the other half is when there's a night shift." "When most of the shift takers dose off" your coworker adds
"yes, meaning someone has to get sent out in the morning to fix it" he points at you " which is usually you" the silence that follows is loud, with the only noise being the static from the monitors.
"So you're telling me, he's doing it on purpose, just to waste my time?"
"Yes"
hi guys! i know i said i'd drop the third chapter of pretty hostage today but ya girl has been out of her ADHD meds so it'll likely be out this saturday!
CLOSED STARTER for @maverickmalone LOCATION: Outside of Maverick's Place
While Southpoint wasn't the most scenic place for an evening stroll, Summer had been in need of some fresh air. Between working long hours and stewing over her failing marriage, there had been no better time to clear her head and enjoy the peace and quiet of the evening.
That is until she heard a familiar chirp at her ankles and looked down to find Midnight rubbing against her pant leg. Although technically a stray, Maverick's cat had never failed to brighten her mood, often making her wish that she had given into her sister's pleas for a pet all those years ago. "Hi, baby. What are you doing here?" Summer cooed before crouching down to give the cat a scratch between its ears.