Jan 1, 2016
((How many folks I’ve got open threads with would rather start fresh? Or would you guys like me to resurrect the old threads I have had on hiatus? Let me know in an ask!))
Loading...
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Lebanon
seen from Finland
seen from Brazil
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Burkina Faso
seen from Türkiye
seen from Vietnam
seen from Argentina
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Singapore
seen from Brazil
seen from Poland
seen from Finland
seen from Egypt
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Brunei
((How many folks I’ve got open threads with would rather start fresh? Or would you guys like me to resurrect the old threads I have had on hiatus? Let me know in an ask!))
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
{{alright but imagine Sinbot getting ran over by a reindeer
Y u p
Then sinbot got trampled by the rest of the herd
✎
blip bloop I love moth children
Suprise! I love seeing peoples OC’s so I drew a couple that I follow. I wanted to do more but... ;;;^u^
@determinedbun @flow-of-determiantion @twilightdelivery @ask-patchi @mtt-brand-mail-provider @sentinelfromthesurface
(They’re all different sizes so you have to click them to see them properly. :/ )
@twilightdelivery
Alphys sighed as she wandered the garbage dump- though for once it was a sigh of excitement, not one of sadness or loneliness or any of the other -nesses that she felt. Visiting the dump always offered interesting, new things to explore, and from what Undyne had mentioned before, there was quite a bit of new stuff there today.
She was poking around in one of the piles, thinking she saw the bright pink colors characteristic of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie, when she heard a strange but somewhat familiar noise. She jumped- typically the only people she ran into at the dump were Undyne and Napstablook on a rare occasion.
She heard the wings before- typically before a letter was slipped under her door at the lab. Maybe she was finally going to meet the mailman? Well, this was nerve-wracking for sure. But at least... She had to try! Talking to people was sure to help... right?
“U-um! Hello there!”
Wait, maybe a conversation next to a pile of trash isn’t the best idea...
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Like a moth to a light
(( @twilightdelivery sent a ★ for a starter I'm putting this in a regular post so I don't have to deal with the ask box))
The lamp stood at the border of Snowdin. The snow falling around them was starting to pick up. They were used to it, It snowed all the time in Snowdin, and they didn't feel the cold. Their light clicked on with the snow, a beacon through the soft flurry.
RP for TwilightDelivery
[He stepped out onto the soggy soil of his home in Waterfall, cracking his knuckles, and setting his mailbag down onto one of the many rocks near his home] *Should probably feed those chicks after this... [He had been finding baby chicks all week, and he finally had enough to make a small coop out of one of the large boulders near his house. He took a deep breath, taking his stance close to the largest boulder near his home] *Alright... let's see if I've gotten dull. [He channeled his breathing, a soft trickle of sweat running down his face as he clenched his muscles, pumping magic throughout his body] *HRRRRRRAH! [He channeled all of his power into his arms, and shoved the boulder with all his might. What he wasn't expecting was for the winged carrier to be coming to his home, and he had just shoved a large boulder in her direction full-force] *Uh-oh... @twilightdelivery
Twilightdelivery liked for a starter
Frisk stared at the moth, their eyes wide. They had tracked down the mailwoman to deliver a letter, but it was quickly forgotten. Slowly, Frisk reached out and pet Dezen’s fur. They were too distracted by the soft fur to actually give her their letter.