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"Yeah, yeah," Dismissive! Threat was such a harsh word for someone he viewed as a friend, you know? "It's called teasing, bug, I figured you'd be a pro at recognizin' that; considering how fuckin' obnoxious you can be."
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"Yeah, yeah," Dismissive! Threat was such a harsh word for someone he viewed as a friend, you know? "It's called teasing, bug, I figured you'd be a pro at recognizin' that; considering how fuckin' obnoxious you can be."

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@dethqveen
Eerie would huff, making some strands of their black tresses fly up from their gaunt face. They stared intently into Wal and his offered hand with a squint. More out of confusion than from judgement.
❝ ... What? ❞
"Well, I need permission before I go grabbing people's hands," PARTICULARLY IF THEY HAVE SHARP TALONS? "Otherwise you might shred my poor fuckin palms, eh?"
@the-one-man-tower-of-babel / ( @radiatorchains )
It does indeed take him about two days before he finished the diorama of what Jain's surprise cabin is supposed to look like.
He kept the thing 1:1, scale to scale, so Anatole, Nigel, and-- whoever was involved, could accurately see what it'd look like in life.
Some half assed text to Anatole about being "ready", and Wal finds himself at the club in mention- uncomfortable with the sheer amount of people L.A. might have. It's daytime, so naturally, he gets some odd looks-- huddled up on some piece of stonework that's certainly not a bench, holding a fabric draped object in hand- the mini.
He just wants Nigel to hurry up so he can get out of this crowded place.
[[MORE]]
Wal kept up with what Anatole said, two bedrooms, a "music room", bathroom, kitchen... and a cellar for Jain's less than normal interests.
The diorama comes apart, Anybody could take the roof off and see the inside layout, and then pop off that for a glance at the cellar, which copied the entire space of the house- give or take some extra room here or there.
The outside of it is weathered, the log look is cut into the wood, while the inside is significantly sturdier- rustic, always rustic.
Wal fused the kitchen and the livingroom, the only real separation between the two a half wall and counters.
Jain's livingroom inclined, gave you the feeling of being nestled up in a cave, some furniture here and there after the step, and a tiny TV. For immersion.
He can't begin to guess what Jain would choose for furnishing- and it's clear he made no attempt to, everything is the same, warm shade of brown.
The livingroom has a cut away door to what's effectively a guest bedroom, attached with a bathroom.
Closer to what would be considered a dining area, another door leads into a main bathroom. Typical.
and then, in that same section of dining, you get access to the music room, its laid up a little bit like a stidy-- spaces for "aesthetically" pleasing guitars or what-have-yous to be hung and not played, and a minimalist stage for actually playing on.
There's a secondary story for what's considered the "master" bedroom, also including an attached "master" bathroom, and those same musical device holders.
The cellar is a blank slate-- it's kept a bit colder in paint than the rest of the house, dreary, no windows, and... No escape routes.
@beingofthree
Wrestlemania was definitely coming, in the sense of a one on one fight in the middle of a residential woodland home.
Wal is apt to lay out the food he said he would-- Meat! Leftovers from his beloved husband and his immaculate cooking... And fish, live fish, that Vlad had caught when they're were out on the ships- not like they used them all up when they made sushi, right?
Anyway, he taps the box with his foot and the big boys inside wiggle around, still kicking. Live for this purple eggplant!
Wal greets Alter with a yawn and a halfhearted wave when he finally shows up-- and while he isn't exactly excited about the concept of letting Alter slice him for fun, he IS excited about wrestling.
"Hey, did you..." Teleport? Jump? Ride a plane? "Get here alright?"
@idjibivdu
Eerie have seen this question coming. They always have, since the scar in question was right across their face. If they didn't use enough foundation that day, curious people are going to be inevitable. Guess it was also natural for Wal to be curious of the scar, given he unfortunately possesses a similar one.
Answering such inquiries, however, wasn't always east. Their past wasn't something they're fond of talking about. But overtime Eerie has grew cold and more detached to it. They had no reason to be ashamed, but pity was something they hated to gain however.
❝ It depends if you're willing to listen to it? It's not exactly a happy story. ❞
They asked monotonously.
Wal touches his own scar while Eerie thinks about it-- Not that he can read their mind or anything, just that it's something he's focused on too. Scars.
"Yeah, I doubt any scar is, eh?"
He shrugs, tries not to focus on them, too much. Pity isn't something he's leaking out, but it's obvious Wal is taking SOME steps to try and leave Eerie at ease. He gets it.
"Could go cut for cut, if you really wanted."
Not that his nose scar is particularly impressive.

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@an-ordinary-roach
While it was supposed to be done a distinctly long time ago, Wal can only hope that the wait time was worth the effort.
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Given that this was created to ACTUALLY live in, he put effort into making it more like a self contained vivarium.
Firstly, he focused on making it look like aa stereotypical fae home, the kind made out of rock and wood.
The opening reminds you of the holes beneath tree trunks, moss over the entrance, and a hole big enough for quite a few cockroaches! No lights, not yet, through there is a little lantern esque bit of wiring going into the entryway of the home.
Leaf litter is on the floor, hopefully enough to keep Bor comfortable, and some miniature furniture, focused on a sleeping area, a little nesty, slightly damp bed, concaved into the center of the room, and a very, very tiny little pool for Bor to relax in, a little bit of textured glass keeping the under pool lights separate from the actual water.
Some little tiny books for a bit of wood that grew into a slightly bookshelf esque shape, the books are completely unreable, but each title is a bug pun, some tiny flasks with coloured water, just for looks!
Fungi, of course, crawling up the walls and bioluminescent against the lights. Maybe Bor can snack on them? Who knows.
All in it, it could be considered a bedroom, and a bathroom. Self sustaining, the only thing Bor would need to physically change is the batteries for the lights.
Not bad! It's shipped promptly, promise!! Complete with some little sweet snacks. Chocolate.
Wal thinks up a lot of things, his mind runs through different scenarios at the speed of sound, and while these scenarios are not necessarily always good--
There is one in particular that...
He spends more time staring at Gret, lately, lost in thought, about questions- big ones. Wal worries asking heavy questions now would be detrimental; it's too soon!, but God does he want to ask them.
it.
Instead, he focuses on setting up for, certain reactions gauge how far he can go.
Does Gret like this geode ring box? does Gret even know what Wal wants to use it for.
The answer to the first question is yes, complete with a soft kiss that splits his face right in half and shakes up his insides.
The second question wasn't important- right now.
A couple of "I love you's" said with sternness, not playfulness, and all those butterflies in his belly turn to fireworks.
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two quick "I want you's", and you're both curled up with each other, for hours- impossible stamina, but it's the closeness that Wal wanted to get-- and that's... one... way of getting it.
Wal felt like he said I love you too much, so the next best thing; "stay here." "don't leave.", his hands are wrapped up in Gret's and they're as tight to each other as nature allows.
don't leave is the baby version of what he wants to say- it works, but there's just too much energy inside him for it to really... Dissipate, especially since Gret reciprocates- "no, I won't leave.", it makes it worse, harder to contain... and if he squeezes Gret any tighter Wal might just pop ribs.
He cries, of course- very quietly, no sound, just warm tears-- overwhelmed with love and unsure of where to put it all.
The most important thing of all, Wal knew Gret was going to say he'd stay.
He didn't wonder on a maybe, or fear Gret was going to leave, he already knew.
It's a step forward, and they can only get closer.
@an-ordinary-roach
“Well, Wal you’re in luck!~ Durin my spelunkin sessions I found a deposit of Prehnite Both got cut and uncut, depending which ya want and how much I’ll give ya a price.~” If this is a gift, bor’s making sure to not tell Gret anything.
“Don’t worry I made sure this stuff isn’t radioactive or cursed too!~ Promise!~”
It is indeed a gift for Gret, who'da thunk!
"I've been working on cutting it up myself. So whatever you've got a nice chunk of, that'll do."
Anyway; "More than happy to trade you something if you decide on that. I'm sure you've seen the little houses and shite, course. I can also just. Y'know. Pay you."