Drinking game idea even though I don’t drink:
Whenever Rae is dying, almost dying or getting hurt then take a shot. You will end up so drunk.
Want to get more drunk?
Add whenever Rae starts to pace or panic.
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hey hey hey hey hi @oddpizza hi
i saw people do their little sonas/ocs in your fun rot tower au..and I wanna do it too,,,,,me...
WWWWWWAAAARNIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!
GORE!!!!!
THERES BLOOD- AND AND AND- AND BURNS- AND AN EXPOSED BONE!!!!!!!!!!!
the opps done fucked her up
she fell into a tub of acid, face first
he got her dumbass in a really bad accident that almost mader her lose his arm
their EAR IS CUT OFF!!!!!!!!!
and her wings...they're BROKEN!!!!!!
shes gone so insane that they bit off a part of their "axe"!!!!!!!
(its a cleaver tied to a stick)
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if ur still doing smutty prompts then reversed little spoon and big spoon?
Send me a number prompt and I’ll make it smutty
I've been trying to keep the kissing prompts relatively clean but it's been kinda hard (pun intended), so hell yeah I'm still doing smutty prompts.
6. reversed little spoon & big spoon (the one who is normally the big spoon is the little spoon and vice versa)
It's still dark when you wake, but there's no jolt of panic, no initial rush to jump into a defensive mode. There's only warmth from the thick comforter and the body in front of you.
You snuggle further under the blankets and into Ian, pressing your entire face into the skin between his shoulder blades and wrapping your arm around his waist. He's so fucking warm and he smells so good and you woke up hard and he's right fuckin' there.
You wiggle your hips, just a little, just to see if there's any reaction, pleased when there's a mumble of nonsense in front of you.
"Hmm?" you question, brushing dry kisses across his skin.
"S'early," he says, voice thick with sleep.
You move your hips again, less wiggle, more thrust, and this time his mumble is less nonsense, more intrigue as your boner drags along his ass cheeks.
"It's Saturday," you whisper into his freckles. "Can go back to sleep after."
"Presumptuous motherfucker, aren't ya?" But even as he says it he's pushing back against you with more effort than you've put in so far, and you grin.
"Oh?" You slide a hand down, brushing it over his hard dick. "Maybe I should stop since I'm being so presumptuous."
"Don't you fuckin' dare."
You never fucking would. Instead, you bite at his shoulder blade and wrap your hand around his dick, begin a tight, steady pace.
"Shit," he mutters, thrusting into your hand.
"Mmm."
You begin to move with him, thrusting between his cheeks when he grinds back against you, precome making the glide easier and the tip of your dick stroke against his rim. You swipe across the head of his cock, spreading his precome around, jerking him a little faster, and wishing you could taste him, but he's panting in front of you, hips beginning to get that little bit erratic that tell you he's already close.
"Shit, Ian." You groan into his skin, your hand a blur as you jerk him, your own dick fucking into the heat between his cheeks, and his breath hitches - once, twice - and he comes with a final thrust forward, cheeks clenching tight around you, and a low moan. A moan that vibrates through his entire body and into your own, that makes you see stars when you come only seconds after him.
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Had a dream where mini golf was added to the Olympics. And one of the Olympic mini golf athletes lost the gold because she hit the windmill.
And she tweets with a picture of the windmill and the caption “bout to go through my Don Quixote phase” and honestly I think that’s the funniest thing my brain has ever come up with.
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Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)
Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker
You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!
The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.
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Angel Dust: How's my new look?
Husk: Not sure if you're going for 'pretty crazy' or 'crazy pretty', but either way I'd say you nailed it.
Angel Dust: Phhfft. Oh you. *turns away to hide his blush*
...
Angel Dust: *bitching about his latest work gig* ... and then Val turned around and blamed ME for the deal falling through! Can you believe that!? It's not like I could make the contract happen just by shakin' my ass! Tho, sure I could have put more effort into cozyin' up to that sleazy guy he was trying to swindle, but-
Husk: Legs, I've seen you freeze a guy's brain with a wink. You got looks that can destroy a man's wallet and ten men's sanity at twenty paces. If Val can't work with THAT, that's not on you.
Angel Dust: *tearing up slightly* Th-thanks, Whiskers...
...
Husk: *drunk and rambling* 'Angel'. Heh. Super ironic how your name turned out so fitting in the end.
Angel Dust: Huh?
Husk: Haven't had much of a reason or will to pray lately. Or- ever, really. But the first time you smiled like you actually meant it, you damn near put me on my knees.
Angel Dust: ...Guh. *angel_dust.exe has stopped working*
-Later-
Angel Dust: *pacing, gesticulating, pulling his hair* -And he just keeps dropping these things like they're old gum wrappers!
Cherri: Damn, bitch. You gonna lock him down or should I make a pass at him and see what comes out?
Angel Dust: Traitor! Faithless harlot! Now shut up and tell me what dress should I wear, I NEED to knock him speechless or I'll never be able to ask him out...
-Meanwhile-
Husk: Hey Charlie.
Charlie: Hi Husk! What's up?
Husk: I just wanted to let you know that you were right. I do feel much better ever since I started saying what I actually think instead of covering it with cynicism.
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