You have found a beautiful yellow egg. Inside you find a stuffed chick. Congratulations!
Another one? Are they all like this? I suppose the first one has a mate now.
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@thiscurcanaim
You have found a beautiful yellow egg. Inside you find a stuffed chick. Congratulations!
Another one? Are they all like this? I suppose the first one has a mate now.
You have found a beautiful pink egg. Inside is a beautiful stuffed chick. Congratulations!
Hm. How cute.
He fell silent for a brief time, nose scrunched as if he were actually thinking about his words. But, that didn’t last long. That smug grin swiftly stretched itself across his face as he stepped closer, cracking his gnarled knuckles one by one.
"You have no idea who you’re talking to, do you? I’ve been killing people since you were still trying to figure out how to hold a bottle. If you don’t want to wind up on that growing list of little punks I’ve put down, you should take my advice and run, kid."
"Older doesn't necessarily mean better," the Sniper scoffed as she took a step back. Her hand rested on the hilt of her knife, just in case.
"You may have spent more time killing, but I can assure you, I'm as deadly a sharpshooter as any you'll find. Do you really expect me to be scared?"
thiscurcanaim started following you
Well well well, what do we have here? You’d best run back to your friends, girlie. If you want to live to see another day, that is.
Alix was most unimpressed.
"Excuse me? Care to rethink those words before I place a bullet between that thick skull of yours?"
Put "Fuck Me" in my ask if your character wants to bed mine
"Just keeping an eye on you. No offence, but I tend to be wary of those in your profession," she answered while noting his accent with interest. He wasn’t from Hydro, but it never hurt to be sure nothing was amiss.
"None taken, Miss." He nodded his head, simply unable to argue her point. It was in his profession to make a complete nuisance of himself, after all. Folding his thin legs, the Spy made himself comfortable. "I’m afraid I will be quite boring, however. I have no plans."
"Good to know," she replied simply, still sitting where she was. The BLU continued to watch for a while until she got bored. She was hungry, too, come to think of it.
"I'll be going now," she announced as she began to get up, "Nice meeting you, I guess."
What an unusual-looking Spy, Alix thought to herself. Then again, it was hard to tell with Spies. She’d certainly never seen one wearing a mask like that. The Sniper began to cautiously return the wave when the RED turned away, so she settled for keeping an eye on the stranger.
Despite his appearance, the lanky Spy didn’t seem inclined to make a nuisance of himself. For a long while, he was simply content to dote upon his little pet, running his fingers ceaselessly across its narrow breast.
Eventually, he turned his attention from the bird to the Sniper and cocked his head. “… Is there something you’d like?”
"Just keeping an eye on you. No offence, but I tend to be wary of those in your profession," she answered while noting his accent with interest. He wasn't from Hydro, but it never hurt to be sure nothing was amiss.
thiscurcanaim started following you
Silently, the Spy raised his masked face when he heard someone approaching. How odd to see a BLU Sniper out this far.
Raising his gloved hand, he waved at her for a brief moment before returning his attention entirely to the little bird he had been stroking with the backs of his knuckles.
What an unusual-looking Spy, Alix thought to herself. Then again, it was hard to tell with Spies. She'd certainly never seen one wearing a mask like that. The Sniper began to cautiously return the wave when the RED turned away, so she settled for keeping an eye on the stranger.
40ish, male, about 6'4", blue eyes, brown hair. I like to shoot stuff, collect hats, occasionally throw jars at people. For our date, we could shoot stuff and throw jars at people. Then have a barbecue, I guess.
*Thinks about it* ...Eh, you sound alright. Throwing jars at people seems terribly uncouth, though.
Describe yourself on anon and I'll say if I'd date you.
Age, gender, height, eye and hair color, then tell me what your favorite something (hobby, class, music, etc) and what kind of date you want to take me on.
Ready? GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Alix has visited another base and gone to one of their local bars. It'd be nice to get out and meet some fresh faces, she reasons. It had been a while since she'd done that. Soon, she had a beer in hand which she sipped as the took in the view.
Alix sat quietly in the common room. She was reading a book that, if the cover was anything to go by, seemed to be about a knight rescuing a princess from a rather shady-looking fellow. The common room did tend to be more populated than the Sniper's own room, but she was there anyway. Those Heavies were loud. It made it hard to read, and sort of made her miss the 'activities' she and her ex would get up to.
Alix approached her newest teammate. "Hello, Spy. Sorry to bother you, but it's just nice to meet someone else from France. I'm Alix," she greeted and held out a hand.
A French Sniper. How quaint. The Spy sniffed slightly, reaching out to take her hand. Bowing slightly, he raised her knuckles to his lips.
"Enchanté, Madame Alix. You may call me Amoux."
"It’s also nice to meet someone who acts like a gentleman," she spoke in their native tongue with a little smile, "The other men here…"
Alix rolled her eyes in lieu of finishing the sentence, sure that the Spy would catch her meaning.
When she began to speak with him in French, he easily switched over. After releasing his grip on her hand, he straightened up and cleared his throat.
“Is something wrong, my dear? You can trust me, I’m not much of a gossip.”
"Ah, but a Spy would try to lull me into a false sense of security," she replied with amusement, "Just kidding. I trust you. Would you rather I spoke English?"
Alix approached her newest teammate. "Hello, Spy. Sorry to bother you, but it's just nice to meet someone else from France. I'm Alix," she greeted and held out a hand.
A French Sniper. How quaint. The Spy sniffed slightly, reaching out to take her hand. Bowing slightly, he raised her knuckles to his lips.
"Enchanté, Madame Alix. You may call me Amoux."
"It's also nice to meet someone who acts like a gentleman," she spoke in their native tongue with a little smile, "The other men here..."
Alix rolled her eyes in lieu of finishing the sentence, sure that the Spy would catch her meaning.
*he shook his head and sighed* Love, we haven’t exactly done much talking. I almost never see you. I’d apologize if I thought it would help, but I’m sure you’d be happier with someone… else. *it was hard to tell, but he actually seemed sad*
...Yes, it would be for the best. I don't think we were meant to be.
*She ponders his last response as they end the conversation and part ways. It's strange, but she quickly dismisses it. Dwelling on it isn't going to help anyone.*
*he shrugs* Sounds familiar. They moved here from Wales, right?
No, you idiot! We are French! We moved here from France!
….Right. Well, I’m going to go make a cup of tea. I’ll see you when you’ve calmed down.
I’ll see you when I’m single. *huffs and storms off*
You’re breaking up with me just because I thought you were Canadian? Canada’s not so bad.
*she pauses and turns around* I'm breaking up with you because of your insensitivity. You're not listening and you don't care that I'm upset by your comment. I know you're not a terribly romantic man, but you should still listen to your woman! I'm starting to wonder how much you've droned off during our other conversations.
*he shrugs* Sounds familiar. They moved here from Wales, right?
No, you idiot! We are French! We moved here from France!
….Right. Well, I’m going to go make a cup of tea. I’ll see you when you’ve calmed down.
I'll see you when I'm single. *huffs and storms off*