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[sir-camelot]

the-lizard-lounge replied to your post “We all know you're doing it for the double penises”

Ok but Sidon love made me shamelessly make Zora OC's too

They’re just so BIG and BUFF and I am unfortunately weak to both of those things.

[alexanderosais]

*Puts a bunch of confetti onto your ceiling fan and waits for you to turn it on*

It had been a long day and the sun was hanging fat as it slowly dipped below the horizon when Alexander finally made his way back home.  Weary hands pushed stray hair from his eyes as he pushed the door open and flipped the light on.

The golden glow from the lamp filled the space, followed shortly by the spin of the fan and the flutter of colourful paper.  Alex stood in the doorway staring up at the cascade of confetti across the entryway.  He groaned, brow furrowed and ears low as his palm came up to slap against his forehead and drag down the length of his face before setting off to find a godsdamned broom.

[ahm-al]

the-lizard-lounge replied to your post:✛ something they said

*S Q U I N T S*

NERVOUS ELF NOISES

[alfeaux]

@the-lizard-lounge

“P-Please? I promise I-I won’t get in your way...”

Alfeaux pleaded with Baatu, trailing after him as the Xaela made his way out of town. It wasn’t very often that he got to see Baatu in the first place, and something about hearing his stories of faraway places filled the Duskwight with the urge to do something...adventurous. Like leaving Gridania, for one. 

“I can...I c-can carry your things for you! Or...w-well, I can’t cook, but..” He started muttering, more to himself than to Baatu. Could he do anything useful? Opportunities for Alfeaux to travel were few and far between, and he had little experience with traveling. 

(But this could be my chance to learn something useful...for the future, maybe...)

Snapping out of his reverie, he realized he’d fallen behind. He ran to catch up to Baatu, who didn’t seem very keen on the idea of dragging the sheltered Duskwight around. 

“Um...I know y-you probably prefer t-to travel alone, but...I..I don’t really get to leave the city v-very often, and...M-Mamá says I should see the world...” 

[stahldrauf]

Rekkis tries to make a cake for Stahl's birthday. But it's full of seeds and worms and things birds would eat, instead of anything in a normal cake.

Rekkis tries to make a cake for Stahl's birthday. But it's full ofseeds and worms and things birds would eat, instead of anything in a normal cake.

The cake looked… ghastly.  Withan assortment of worms, grubs, and various seeds non-native to Azeroth, it wasobvious that the very proud Arakkoa hadn’t thought about how out of place thecake just… looked.  The notion alone madethe Worgen grin ear to ear, taking the bird in a hug.  Lifting him clear off the ground, the beastwould rumble happily. “Thanks, Rekkis. I didn’t even smell ya make this, orwhere ya hid it.”

“Well, you know, you’ve been out a lot lately.”  One hand awkwardly came up, scratching alonghis head feathers.  “I wasn’t sure what…you know, you ate in a cake. So I kind of just threw things in.”  The Worgen’s fuzzy, white-furred eyebrowsrose up briefly, matching the descent of the cake. “That’s… not a bad thing isit?”  The tone was worried, and earned aheadshake in reply.

“Not at all.”  With a smile,depositing the slice of ‘cake’ on the plate, the Worgen wasted no time digginginto the treat.

After all, he’d eaten much, much worth in his undeath.