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mxwhore · 1 year
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The artist has burned his art hand
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(No new art till hand is better)
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thesystemcircus · 1 month
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Okay so I saw this on Matt's blog and I have one thing to ask,
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What about youth?! The ones who NEED the changes. If you start HRT when you're a fucking adult there can be huge consequences! So Matt what about youth? Why don't you support youth changing their bodies?
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lylethegenrecocktail · 3 months
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Hi! I'm Lyle and I'm a Folk-Pop Troll, but I've also incorporated other genres as I got older. It's silly but, I decided to make this kin blog so I can better accept this life, and hopefully maybe provide a space for other Trolls (and other kins from the franchise) to be themselves and not have to worry! During my life, I was able to travel all over the place and see so many different Trolls (before we got smacked with The Plot™️), and I'm happy to have those experiences. Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heros ft Adam Levine is a very important song to me both in this life and my life as a Troll; it's a very good song and you should definitely check it out.
But yeah! It's very nice to meet you, and I hope we can make our own little Virtual Troll Village! I'd love to make a kincord one day, if anyone is interested in that, but for now, I'm part of the kincord that's just getting started, and we'd love to see more DreamWorks Trolls kin join!
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bundle-of-flowers · 11 months
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I'm back hi >:3
- ⭐️
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soloh · 1 year
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Was just going through my #myphotos tag and now I wanna grow my hair out and dye it again
(Still want to keep the fringe though, the fivehead needs covering lmao)
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skybristle · 1 year
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favourite oc go ( i frogr all their name)
hmmm I'm very fond of a lot of my ocs but as for my FAVORITE I'd probably say messenger or sundae
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lemon-muncher · 10 months
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hi there! I wanted to request a sub douma x dom male reader just him being a masochist and us being fine with it while we fuck him
Please take your time and don't stress about it, if you don't want to do this request then please ignore it :)
GYATTT
Ohhhhh I wanna fuck his pretty ass sooooo bad it's not even funny
Gonna experiment and write in third person for this one to see if you guys like it, lmk in the comments👍🏽
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Douma x Male Reader
"Fucking slut! Just take it like the whore you are!"
Y/N growl as he plowed into Douma from behind, his nails digging into the other demon's hips. It's been hours. Hours since he corner the Upper Two demon and pinmed him to the ground. Hours since he stabbed Douma's hands in front of him on the ground using a nichirin blade he took after killing a Demon Slayer. Hours since Douma hissed out and begged the other demon to cut him up more. And it only made Y/N grin sadistically down at him.
"Y/N! More! Give me nghh~ more!~" Douma whined, trying to lift his head up from the ground. Drool flowed from his lips, joining the pile he left from hours prior. However, Y/N had other plans for Douma. How dare he command to get more of what he wants and not accept what he already has! Before Y/N could even process it, one of his claw like hands raised up high only to instantly come down hard against Douma's ass.
A red hand print, burned into Douma's skin. Flesh raw by Y/N's brutal treatment and strength. The Upper Two only moaned into the ground, trembling from the sensation. "Fuck! Ahh~ Just like that~ Do it a-again!" Y/N groaned at Douma squeezed around him. His hand grabs Douma's blonde hair and yanks him up harshly. Blood flowed from the Upper Two demon's hands, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth. His multicolored eyes stared forward through lust filled eyes, not focused on anything in particular.
"Such a whore, Upper Two~ What would your followers think of you like this? What would Lord Muzan think of one of his uppermoons being treated like a common prostitute?!" Y/N growled into Douma's ear as he thrusted harder into the other demon. His free hand still held his waist tightly, his nails digging into his milky skin. And truly, it didn't take much before Douma's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he trembled underneath the other demon. A grin spread on his fucked out face, a string of 'thank you's and 'more's leaving his lips.
Y/N only leans over Douma, watching his every move. "You done?..." Before Douma could respond, a hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing harder by each second. "Who told you, you could cum, Upper Two?" Y/N's hand slapped across Douma's now limp cock. "Stupid cock couldn't even wait for me to cum first, huh? Guess we gotta start all over again, Douma~"
The Upper Two demon's eyes closed as his vision started to blur and he felt the other demon's cock ram into him again.
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puppyceleste · 4 months
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Favv sexual fantasy?
Been thinking a lot of somno breeding. Like pls start fucking me when I'm asleep and when I wake up tell me how good my holes feel around your cock and pinme down so I can't get you off (not like I could if I wanted to) whisper in my ear about how perfect my body is for breeding so you have no choice but to do just that 😩 after it's all done tell me how perfect I'll look when your seed is growing in my tummy 😊
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genshrineimpact · 2 years
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universe abound
| ◆ ch.5 ⑊ high tea.
⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙
◇ a/n ◇ how do writers build such intricate worlds i am literally pulling my hair rn trying to connect the dots and covering the plot holes sldkfjlsdkf no one look
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"your grace-"
"[name]."
"how could i dare to speak the sacred name with this lowly tongue of mi-"
"beel."
the joy that spreads across her expression just from a single mutter of her name makes you feel a little awkward. you weren't even saying it in a pleasant tone, more of a ‘parent scolding a child’ type of tone… you used to find the cultish and worshipping tendencies of sagau romantic, but to actually receive the treatment like this… it feels a little daunting.
"that is my name, yes!"
"hey! how come she gets called by name and not me! i, for one, will gladly call you by name as much as you want!" barbatos puffs out his chest proudly, throwing you his signature wide smile. you’re still not used to this version of him - you have definitely seen this particular skin before, but you never really owned it, seeing as by that time you had other higher priorities to use your money for instead of using them to buy clothes for a fictional character.
that's so weird to think of.
"[name]? ehe, you're staring… does this appearance please you~?"
".... eh?"
"i thought you'd like it, cause the last time an outsider visited, they had this look and you sounded so excited and happy to see him... so i decided to copy them! well, with a few modifications of course~" he motions towards the crystal cores on his braids, smiling as he's recalling an old memory, "you used to laugh whenever i start chasing around the crystalflies, remember? i couldn't help but take a few, i thought you'd like it!"
you want to question so many things in that sentence. like, what did he mean by an outsider visiting? when is this last time he spoke of? what did he mean by you sounding excited and happy? and when did you ever see him chase after crystalflies? was there such an event in the game? why is he speaking as if he’s met you in person before when you've never-
a pinming cup is elegantly served in front of you with a soft clink. your eyes trail up the arm sporting bright colored geo lines to meet morax’s amber-gold eyes, and he offers you a gentle smile.
wow, he’s so beautiful up close.
"oh. i… am glad you think so, [name]."
oh shit, did you just say that outloud?!
"[name], [name], what about me??"
you palm your heated cheeks and decide to abandon your shame altogether. fuck it, if you’re going to be here for a while - which it looks like you will be - then you might as well live out your younger self’s daydreams of interacting and spoiling these ‘fictional’ characters, "you're pretty too, barbatos. and you too, beel."
if only you had your phone with you now, so you can capture the beautiful sight of raiden ei herself blushing, eyes crinkling in a smile, shyly hidden behind her palm covering her lips. on your other side, venti himself has for once quietened down, opting to beam at you with both of his palms supporting his chin, elbows leaning against the table, faint pink dusting his cheeks and a lovesick grin on his lips.
morax sits at the last open seat across from you, still wearing the same smile as before, and you wish you could screenshot this picture-perfect scene, share it online and watch as people lose their minds. because it feels like you're starting to lose your mind right this moment.
"so, [name]. though we are more than joyous that you’ve decided to return, it would be nice to have some… explanation, regarding what has been going on. and perhaps plan our next course of actions."
morax’s calming voice does nothing to quell the sudden spike in your heart rate.
explanation? they want you to explain… what exactly? if anything, you were the one who should be hoping for an explanation. you came to this world because of the game, right? you didn't want to be here in the first place…
"i… can’t."
"your grace, please rest assured, you can trust us completely-"
"i’ll be completely honest. i can't give you any explanation because i have no idea why or how is it that i am here with you right now."
your confession brings a sudden silence over the group.
this time, the anemo archon is the one who reacts first. leaning closer onto your side, eyes wide, he tries to meet your eyes, "b-but- didn't you hear our prayers? received our offerings? isn't that why you came back?"
prayers and offerings.
you think back to the notifications you received. you suppose you can call them prayers, to some extent, although you’ve never seen it as such before this. so the 'person' behind those were… the inhabitants of teyvat themselves? and the free gifts were offerings from them?
… regardless of whom those pings came from, they were the reason why you tried to open the game. so technically, you can say that barbatos is correct, right?
you were about to nod when morax's question intercepted the motion, a slight frown forming between his eyebrows as he observes your expression.
"[name], are you aware of the state of teyvat right now?"
the geo archon’s question triggers a flutter of scenery that you’ve seen through the led screen of your device. they flash before your eyes and you briefly feel the hot lead of guilt filling your stomach. that was… what, months ago? a year? time usually passes faster in the game than in real life, but is that really the case here? because if so, you don't really want to know how the current situation is.
you decide there's no point in lying, so you nod, "just the… gist of it. i know that things aren't… good."
"... forgive me if this sounds intrusive, however, i must ask - where have you been prior to today, [name]? we haven't seen you in person ever since…. ever since you ascended celestia," he sounded… pained, when he says this, and you observe his neutral facade in confusion.
not ‘ascended to celestia’, but ‘ascended celestia’ itself? you might not remember all the lores anymore, but you could've sworn nothing mentioned that.
but then again, the original lore never mentioned the existence of a divine creator or anything pointing to such a being.
"i… i’m not…. i don’t……."
the words are tethering at the tip of your tongue, but something holds them back from spilling out. a dark thought crosses your mind, the possibility making you freeze in fear for a second.
so far, you only know that the game - or whoever it is - that's responsible for bringing you here, actually went through with it because it thinks that you can save this world, in one way or another. knowing this, you can certainly choose to go along with this whole charade; to just play your part and maybe if you're lucky you’ll get some kind of more concrete instructions on what exactly it is that you're supposed to do to ‘save teyvat’. but…
on the chance that it is mistaken, and you're not this all-divine being, the moment the real one arrives, what will become of you?
will you be tossed aside? burned at the stake? stoned to death? electrified into a crisp by beelzebul? stabbed through morax's spear? tossed down starsnatch cliff by barbatos?
you shudder. reading about those 'bad ends' in fiction works was one hell of an experience in itself, but having the possibility of those events actually happening to you is enough to make you rethink your whole plan of action. there's no guarantee that these three will believe you and there's also a possibility that they'll turn back on you the moment you tell them the truth. but lying to them just feels… wrong. and just as risky.
"before that… first, answer me this. how do you know that i'm…. well… me, and not just some… impostor… who's pretending to be the creator?"
the three archons look as if you've just slapped them right on their face. flabbergasted and looking borderline offended, morax - as expected - is the first to compose himself, and he scrambles to pick his words carefully.
"how? but… how could we not? we could never forget your voice, your grace. just as how crystalflies would gather around areas abundant with the energy of their respective elemental types, our very being always yearns to be in your very presence. it is simply the law of nature."
"the aforesaid. there is no question that you’re the divine creator. even i who have not met you directly before this occasion knows that you are, without a doubt, the one who has been guiding me all these times," beel explains with conviction, purple eyes crackling with electro, "please rest assured, if such a sinful being dare to appear in front of your eyes, i will strike it down at once and vaporize them to dust."
her words bring a certain scene at tenshukaku to mind, and you shudder. your silence only deepens the furrows on the two gods' foreheads, and they glance at each other in silence, wondering if they had somehow aggrieved you with their words. in an attempt to do damage control, barbatos inches his hand towards your side of the table and speaks to you in a gentle tone.
"[name]... your appearance may change and you may look like just a normal human being, but the whole teyvat will always recognize you as its master. and that includes its people - meaning, us! you are, undoubtedly, the one and only creator of this teyvat. this barbatos guarantees it! so… so, please, don't look so scared of us, okay?"
your eyes flick between the anemo archon and your steaming cup of tea as your brain tries to come up with a reply. you'd never pegged him of all people to be as observant as he is now… or perhaps your expressions aren't as controlled as you thought.
all this thinking and speculation exhausts you. already, you can feel a tightness at both sides of your head, a warning sign of an incoming stress headache. with a loud sigh, you slump backward onto your chair, hands raised in a surrendering motion.
"fine. i'll tell you what happened from my perspective… with one condition. i want you all to promise me. me, not as your 'god' or 'creator' or any 'divine being', but as… a friend. promise me that whatever happens in the future, you won't hurt me."
"hurt you?! my liege…," the dark purple-haired god shrinks on her seat when you give her a stern look following her outburst. meanwhile, the other two look just as petrified at the prospect of you asking them to swear that they won't do such sacrilegious action.
it finally dawns on them that you do not trust them.
".... very well. if it will ease your heart, as the god of contracts, i shall oversee this promise to ensure that it is held. a binding contract between us and a single individual - [name]."
you can feel some tension leave your body at morax's declaration. in your frazzled state, it seems that you have forgotten about that option. contracts - yes, that could come in handy, you'll have to remember it. you'd like to believe that based on his lore and character, morax would never break a contract, especially the ones he has set personally.
so for now, you should be safe…
"great. now… it's up to you to believe me or not. but i really hope you do and won't think that i'm being delusional, or something."
and so, you began your story. starting from the very beginning. your identity, your life back on earth (though you skipped telling them a lot of things there, because you don't have the energy nor memory capacity to narrate all the years you've lived in - how the hell does morax remember all his 6000 years of life??), how you found out about genshin and started playing it (it took a while to explain this because you can see the confusion in their faces whenever you said certain words like 'video game' or 'server'), how years passed and how it was supposed to be terminated but somehow only you could still access it, how you then started receiving the strange notifications…
you're fully aware that it isn't the wisest decision to lay all your cards on the table like this, but as you glance up at them in between words and find them looking back at you so intently, as if they're hanging on to every single one of your words… it warms your heart and pushes you to tell them the whole truth.
there's a glimmer of recognition in morax's eyes as you tell him about your visit to liyue. he says nothing and lets you continue talking, but there's a solemn smile that tugs on his expression when you stutter on your words, the sadness of seeing liyue so broken evident in your tone. 
you're actually talking to them.
they're actually able to hear you.
this used to be what your younger self wished for the most. you remember it well. the longing to be able to converse and interact with them, to experience teyvat in all its entirety. maybe if this whole thing happened then, you would have eagerly taken the mantle of the 'divine creator' without as much thought.
you're supposed to be all grown up now, but it seems like that yearning never truly left you. perhaps once you've passed a certain treshold, age is truly just that, a meaningless number that matters little, in the grand scheme of things.
by the time you finish, your throat is dry and the tea has gone cold. the four of you fall into silence, each of you with your own thoughts. you sigh and sip on the now-cold tea, silently waving your hand when morax notices the state of your drink and tries to stand, probably to brew you a fresh batch. he sits back obediently and regards you with a calm gaze.
"i understand now that this must be very confusing to you. we've burdened you without knowing. please accept our apologies."
you head shakes automatically and relief floods your veins, creating a small grin on your lips, "you didn't know. it's fine. so you… believe me? you don't think i'm crazy?"
"of course. this explains your hesitance and… aloofness."
"ahaha… sorry about that…"
"i'm sad that you don't remember the older times, but i believe you, [name]!" barbatos smiles, though it's not as bright as his previous ones.
"i... share the same sentiment," beelzebul fixes her gaze on you, "it appears there are some mysteries that need to be solved regarding this matter. but if i may be so insolent as to suggest, i think the matter of teyvat is more of a priority at this moment."
you understand what she meant by her words immediately, and a hopeless sigh left you.
"but i don't know what i'm supposed to do. do you really believe that i can save a whole world, when i've been living a normal life so far?" you raise your eyebrows at her, arms crossing loosely on the table as you lean forward onto it, "from my perspective at the moment, i'm powerless."
beel doesn't look at all convinced, but it was morax who speaks for her, his chin lightly resting on his other fingers which are curled underneath, as his index slowly taps onto the corner of his lips.
"if i may suggest a theory… perhaps you’ve just yet to regain back all of your powers upon setting your feet back into teyvat."
"but what if i don't have my powers anymore? or any powers whatsoever in the first place?"
"oh, but you certainly do. we're here in your abode, are we not?" he chuckles, eyes soft as his voice takes a nostalgic tone, "the sub-space creation was something you taught me a long time ago. this particular one was created by yourself. in fact, i've had the honor of visiting it quite a few times in the past, along with barbatos and a few others, to partake in various festivities hosted by yours truly…….. however, as i was saying, the sub-space needs to feed from the owner's power to continue to exist. so the fact that we're able to converse like this here…"
"aha! this realm itself is proof that you do have your powers!" barbatos exclaims, snapping his fingers in excitement and turning towards you as if waiting for your praise. across from him, beelzebul lightly pouts, and you have an inkling she's somehow upset that she's the only one who hasn't had the chance to meet you and be involved with whatever festivities morax talked about within this realm, a long time ago...
"i… i see. i didn't know that," you scratch your cheek and look down contemplatively at your crossed arms, "then… do you have any suggestions on how to… maybe regain my power? or see if it really is my power?"
"i believe getting reacquainted to teyvat itself should help. even i am not privy to the inner workings of your power, so i do not know much about it. but what i do know is that you're the one who initiates us as allogenes and you have a strong connection with teyvat, with it being your first ever creation."
you nod, knowing the implications behind his words and the pleading looks from the two sitting by your sides. they want you to visit teyvat. in the end, it all comes down to that.
"okay. i'll do it. mond, liyue, inazuma, sumeru, snezhnaya, natlan, fontaine - all seven of them, i'll go and hopefully we can figure out something."
suddenly, you blink and cast your gaze toward all three of them.
"by the way… where are the other four archons?"
a heavy silence blankets over the previously light atmosphere. another shiver travels up your spine upon seeing the solemn expressions of your beloved characters.
"[name]... though this is a regretful outcome, please understand that none of us wish for you to take the blame for it."
morax materializes a pouch sewn from some sort of intricate-looking cloth and unties the string keeping its contents from spilling, before letting them fall onto the table.
you can't help the horrified gasp that escapes your lips at the sight of four gnosis, each bearing different colors and yet all missing its luster.
green, red, and two shades of blue.
dendro, pyro, hydro and cryo.
your head spins.
"but," you barely manage to whisper; it feels like cotton is rapidly stuffing your lungs as you speak, "wh-what of the… their nations, their people-"
"i’m afraid…"
".... they’ve all been destroyed."
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mogai-transcriber · 9 months
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[Image ID: A digital drawing of a square and three rectangles. The first square has neon red with the number 1 in black, the first rectangle has saturated red with the number 2 in black, the second rectangle has muted red with the number 3 in white, and the last rectangle has desaturated dark red with the number 4 in white. End ID]
Differentiating between the variations of a color in regards to saturation and brightness.
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[Image ID: A digital drawing of a square and three rectangles. The first square has saturated red with the number 1 in black, the first rectangle has saturated pinm with the number 2 in black, the second rectangle has saturated purple with the number 3 in white, and the last rectangle has saturated cyan with the number 4 in black. End ID]
Saturated: A bright color
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[Image ID: A digital drawing of a square and three rectangles. The first square has reddish-white with the number 1 in black, the first rectangle has pastel red with the number 2 in black, the second rectangle has light red with the number 3 in black, and the last rectangle has light-medium red with the number 4 in black. End ID]
[Color]ish-white, pastel, light, and light-medium/medium-light.
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[Image ID: A digital drawing of a square and three rectangles. The first square has medium red with the number 1 in black, the first rectangle has dark-medium red with the number 2 in black, the second rectangle has very dark-medium red with the number 3 in black, and the last rectangle has dark red with the number 4 in black. End ID]
Medium, dark-medium/medium-dark, dark, and very dark.
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[Image ID: A digital drawing of a square and three rectangles. The first square has very dark red with the number 1 in white, the first rectangle has reddish-gray with the number 2 in white, the second rectangle has desaturated red with the number 3 in white, and the last rectangle has red with the number 4 in white. End ID]
[Color]ish black, [color]ish gray, desaturated, and general/normal color.
This is to help distinguish on what to call certain colors if you can't compare it to a common item. It should be noted that while you can use an item to describe a color, it should be an item that the majority knows. Such as eggplant purple or sunny yellow. You should also attach the color related to the item to note on what color you're specifying. For example, saying eggplant can vary from dark purple, purple, light purple, and green.
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bor0wik · 1 year
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Have Gabriel's desing :DDDD
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Cutie :3
He has a little star pin pinmed to his scarf.
Yes, he has two different eyes. One is as you can see green, the second one is sorta a mix of green and yellow.
Also...
Finally...
Bloody's desing :DDDDDDDDDDDDD
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She has a little ghost pin on her top hat :3 (yeah, it's a ghost)
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Okay so how would we feel about me making separate masterlists for my original aus, drabbles, and headcanons, then linking all three to one single masterlist in my pinmed post for cleaner navigation
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PINM KKOMAS || KOHAKU OUKAWA 8
Containing spoilers for my stories
Doll and reaper scrolling outside when they saw mad hatter with a telescope and spying on someone behind a big rock.
Doll: ... ←_←
Reaper:.. .→_→
They soon went to look what's up with the other version of them and scoot over the spying mad hatter.
Mad hatter: I thought you two won't join me! Here have a look! It's a rare bee on his natural habitat.
Reaper: what.
Doll: oh, let me look then.
Doll take a look, soon he spotted Bee fidgeting and blushing as he approaches someone, his au's MC.
Doll: is that supposed to be his mc?
Reaper: let me see too!
Reaper snatch the telescope and saw Bee being clumsy and fallen on top of his mc
Reaper: pff-- wow that's so embarrassing if his doing that on purpose.
Doll: what did he do? Let me have a look!
Doll quickly snatch the telescope from reaper and saw MC being gigachad of carrying Bee who is covering his face out of embarrassment, he saw that mc was very worried like Bee gotten wounded by the fall earlier and quickly put him to the picnic mat that's a few feet away and kiss his boo-boos away.
Doll: ... He got no rizz. 💀
Doll give the telescope back to reaper, embarrassed to look more at the scene.
Reaper: hey, we shouldn't judge a person...
Reaper look at the scene and saw mc seems to be chatting about something and not noticing the grim look at bee face, the topic being how they can't protect him all the time when they are gone and stuff.
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MC: -- blah blah.
Bee(?): Omae look cookies. ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
Bee(?) Then show bag of delicious cookies and juggle it Infront of you. Your eyes zoon out to the cookies and follows it. Forgetting the topic at hand.
MC: cookieee. (๑♡⌓♡๑) hanii can I have cookies...?
Bee(?): Of course. ♡(ӦvӦ。)
MC: your so nice, hanii! Ehehe.. nom nom.୧( ˵ ° ~ ° ˵ )୨ 🍪
Bee(?) Happily feed you the cookies as you give him your home made sweets.
MC: this for you. Sweets. Heart shape cause I love you! With bee shape too! It have honey coat too!
Bee(?): ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ Y-you don't need too. I-i love you too!
MC: love you! Love you! (っ˘з(。・//ε//・。)
MC proceeds to shower him with kisses. Leading bee(?)/bee To explode (metaphorically) out of embarrassment.
Bee(?)/bee: o-omae!!♡(。・//ε//・。) s-so s-shameless... L-love you too!
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Reaper:...
Reaper: can I erase my memories if I slam my head to the wall? (˘・_・˘) I don't know I have to watch such disgusting sweet scene with someone that share my face! Especially with someone who share a face good friend of mine!
Doll: gott, did they flirt that bad? I bet it's the mc who's doing much of the flirting. It's always that case with mc. A Casanova attitude.
Mad hatter: (ㆁωㆁ) that's a bitchless attitude you two have.
Doll:...
Reaper:...
doll/reaper: it's not like you have one either!! (•ˇ_ˇ•)
Mad hatter: who to say such thing? (☉。☉)! I never once told you anything to say I'm bitchless like you two. (✿^‿^)
Doll: what crap are ya on?
Reaper: like we believe ya words.
Mad hatter: oh my... How could you say such cruel thing!
Doll: your second worse person here. Next to that dark Bee who have no rizz as he also another love fool who fallen for such honey trap of an mc. All who fall for an mc is not sane people. I bet his like phantom who trying to keep his 'darling' for himself.
Doll don't notice the two is staring at the person behind him.
Reaper:... (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)
Mad hatter:... (。◕‿◕。) and?
Doll: an mc is not even good loo--...
Doll: the psycho is behind me isn't he?
Bee(?): Go on.
Doll: →_→
Bee(?), Who's cracking his knuckles : Why are you mute? You aren't mute when your talking shit earlier. Speak ya bastard let me hear what ya wanted to say about My spouse. (✿^‿^)
Doll:..
Doll, who also ready himself, equipping himself with weapons: ALL YA WHO LOVE THAT PERSON ARE CRAZY, CRAZY---- Mentally ill!
Bee(?): YOU DARE CALL ME MENTALLY I'LL FOR LOVING MY LOVE? ILL END YA WITH YA WORLD! AND MAYBE YOULL KNOW WHY MC IS NICE ENOUGH TO STOP ME FROM DOING IT BEFORE!
Soon the two engaged into a fight.
Reaper:... What happened to his mc?
Mad hatter: oh, he drugged them again.
Reaper:..
Reaper: drugged? Again?(ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)
Mad hatter: well it's not the first time they did it. Nor that's the highest crime he did... Do ya wanna know his crimes?
Reaper:... I dont want to learn actually (・_・;)
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sophie-i-guess13 · 1 year
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Sorry this is SCREAMING Lori
YES I ALREADY HAVE THAT ONE PINMED!!!!
“Keep singin’, sweetpea!” - Uncle Buck
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felfiramoondesigns · 1 year
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LITTLE LITERARY ENAMEL PINS: SFF & YA EDITION KS is now live and running til April 24th at 7pm BST.
KS is an all or nothing plafrom which means no money wil lbe taken the project time is over and the funding successful. So pledge now to help unlock the pinms you really want!!
These designs are inspired by Six Of Crows, Shadow and Bone, Priory of the Orange Tree, Sabriel, The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet and Percy Jackson. All pins will be pretty little at 28mm! (Hence the project name if you couldn't tell hehe)
I'm so excited for this project and I hope you guys are too! Any likes, comments, shares etc are HUGELY appreciated <3
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