having thoughts about race, kid blink and albert's very very chaotic slightly pyromaniac-ish friendship and you feel like a person who might encourage these
too many thoughts for me to write down rn but I can later if you want to hear them
sorry ive been at work and had to eat super! anyways thoughts you say >:)
Oh they so have a vibe, I feel like they would be the type to cause chaos and run away laughing, like stealing a random item and making a dash for it
Or pulling pranks but maybe some of them can get to serious
Half of the time they DON'T cause chaos and adults just hate them, a few times they come running home with panic faces and rapid breathing
When they don't cause destruction you can find them smoking under a tree or walking along the road pointing out the small things that make them happy, like the all-black cat that follows them, Blink so wants to take home it home...his name is Mr. Midnight(if you get the reference i stan you now)
There just besties trying to live their lives and while yes they may just play pranks and mess around but their just trying to have fun
For what if they almost brunt a small portion of David's house, their lucky David didn't kill them, after all they did hide it for the longest time with the help of moving the couch
Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them | hojo.
it isn't as if he needs the glasses - his vision, all-too-clear, without. but if there is a benefit to adorning his features with such a thing ( something aside from twisted fashion ) - it's the magnification that they give. a focus in on the smaller details; the finer things. as he mulls through documents and scrolls through screens - he wishes to see as much as he can. every nook and cranny; everything - good and bad.
the light before his eyes shows him her. her body. her form - every shape twisted together to make an amalgamation, he can't quite find the words to describe. a man as smart as him - deprived of a voice in sight of her power! and all he can muster - a hand on his screen, the slow stroke of fingers atop the gentle hum of the lights before him.
"jenova-" he hisses; the room surrounding him, a flicker of blue and green. how he misses her ; how he pines for her. the mother of his child - the object of his desire. never had her vessel done her justice - lucrecia - as weak as any other. her only blessing, the child she'd bore. for now, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose - watches the specimen on his screen. admires the face and body, so beautiful - the appendages, the twist of limbs - more-so.
how he'd yearn to feel her form once more; entwine hands amidst her flesh, examine her insides.
oh - how a man can dream. ( but a scientist can live it ).
The challenge is that I will show you images of objects and typical foods from Mexico, you will have to list those objects or dishes and you will have to write them in Spanish, it does not matter if you do not remember the name, the first thing that comes to mind you have what to write it EN ESPAÑOL >:)
so here we go
Ok, these are all the objects and food, I wish you luck!! <33
Just so you know- I’m horribly dumb-so I’m so sorry for my stupidity also I don’t know Spanish I literally abandoned my dolingo so 🏃🏻♀️😭
(Feel free to laugh at my dumbass)
Corn ice cream or like the corn with the ketchup and mayo on it? I think that’s the one??
Resin bowl (with legs???)
Is it a poncho?
Handhoven bags?
I have no idea what these two called so bare with me-
Aaaand I keep forgetting this but, uh, here’s the Davesport oneshot book I’ve been working on for a while, and, I guess, if I don’t post for a while, you can just read my sleep deprived stories instead, so yea
[The most busy street in the city with a lot of buildings out here, was as you can guess full of trolls, entering and exiting shops, restaurants, cafes and other places, buying a bunch of stuff or having a good meal. It still holds onto this reputation as it depends on it.
But there should be a place where you can just relax from the constant noise of streets and contact with strangers, right?
Near the end of the street, right to the alley, there was a simple two-storey building with a neon-blue sign ‘Scratch & Bite’ above the door. It seems to be a kind of restaurant or shop, but in fact it was a bar.
As you enter the building, you would be met with a typical bar with a few tables and a bar counter near the entrance. There were just a few trolls, sitting at the tables compared to the clogged premises in the center.]
"Welcome to the ‘Scratch & Bite’! What would you like to drink?"
[The cerulean cat-like troll greeted you with a cheeky smile as his arms were crossed over his chest.]