#holyfraggaroley

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[ omfg beautiful ]

[FINGERGUNS B]

also I am using this post to say that if I disappear suddenly (read: this is mainly for Frodo b/c RPs) it is because it's 4:00 a.m. here and I am actually supposed to be up and out the door by like. 7:30. and I'm probably going to be gone most of the day and such

prying eyes equated a weighted stare, and the prickling height of juvenile silver hairs along the rise of her neck. in such an environment, a gaze so cold and predatory was expected, as human flesh leveled in the mind of the beast with that of the next meal.

the sun's position in the sky was used in many places, by many cultures, to navigate, orienteer, and tell time. yet, the path of this sun's rays led nowhere but the hour of the beast, and under the light of a solar eclipse, one would be stricken with surprise to find such a gaze connected not to the everyday definition of meat, though the owner of such a gaze clearly found themselves in quite a jovial state as they took in the defined curves of the muscle that made up her provocatively-attired backside.

such attire had been intended to draw provoke, most certainly, though never to attract. such a gaze was never appreciated.

which brought about her current mindset, as she wheeled on the source of such a saucy, almost heated gaze. eyes would certainly be clawed from their sockets before another lingering pass at her derriere could be made. and if such could not be done, she'd settle with driving him to a state of soiled pants with the ferocity of her words.

  — ❀ { so just what do you think you're looking at me with, your eyes or your dick?!

[[;A; Thank you I really love Lobo I should draw him more often! ]]

drinkinwithskeletons said: the majestic czarnian as seen in its natural habitat (probably a dive bar)

❖: Ten things that the character likes

being barefoot.

leaning into or riding against strong winds.

napping in the sun.

scented oils -- not like lotions or lubricants -- they help keep her blades slick.

really old scotch.

the feeling of concrete under her feet, honestly the feeling of anything rough like that against her skin.

buildings with angular architecture.

the smell of tree bark, and sap -- conifers are the most familiar to her.

sleeping near running machinery, it keeps her warm.

holyfraggaroley replied to your post:"Trust me. Villains can become good."

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Filth. Sex, cigars, and rock’n’roll. Vulgarity in its most extreme and overwhelming form. Blood, guts, and rot. Gunpowder, just a little, and iron. Dol—

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Dolphins?

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"I oughta start bottlin’ this stuff an’ sellin’ it."