“The Nails Yearns For The Vodka,” — In Response To ‘nail Polish.”
“The nails yearns for the vodka,” — in response to ‘nail Polish.”
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ATTENTION ANYONE WHO LIKES FISH!!! OR DRAGONS!!! OR DRAGON FISH!!!
A new OPEN species, the Luongpiscus, which has been in development for months now by Drakanecia, is finally starting to roll out!! VRChat avatars, adopts and free linearts have been made for this species as well and will soon be launched, so stay tuned! You can now make your own Luong! For more information, click the link, and have fun fishin, and have fun in this drama-free, creative community!
For more info, click the link below!
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🍁 Experimental pwyw commission of my buddy @hyacinthquetzal’s Adelaide <3
“Why art thou youth persistent upon naming individuals such as we the title of ‘cringe’ when thou stand in the tow’ring rain of expansive society only to yell ‘skibidi toilet.’”
TFP Megatron: Surrender, Prime-!
Bayverse Optimus: *Severe violence, actual attempts to kill him, and threats of face removal*
TFP Megatron: *Starscream worthy scream* GET YOUR FUCKING TEAMMATE, BITCH-
TFP Optimus: Don't worry, he doesn't mean it.
TFP Megatron: YES HE DOES-
(Loosely based on "Get your f-ing dog")
Yeah, that sounds about right
So tired I thought this was about Jake Sully 😂
It is December so lets get festive
“Aint no sound gonna pass trough those bricks older than Biden's mom.”
Happy 3rst, yall 💅
September is cool and all, but who’s ready for OCTOBER THIRST?
@l0nesome-dreams
Cyare Darasuum
Pairing: Ghost!Wolffe x fem!reader
Warnings: AU where Wolffe dies during order 66. Grief, blood, fatal injury, reader death, reunions, afterlife.
A/N I can’t seem to write Wolffe without some angst. Divider by @saradika-graphics and rb banners by @dystopicjumpsuit
It definitely took some getting used to when Wolffe appeared as a ghost. Neither of you understood, since Jedi were supposed to be the only beings capable of that; and even they had to train themselves.
Nobody else can see him, which makes you wonder if you might actually be going crazy. He keeps watch over you, his beloved, at all times of the day. You'd rather have him as a ghost instead of not at all, but you find yourself constantly aching for the comfort of his arms. It’s been too long since he held you, and you’re afraid of forgetting the feeling.
His dry, snarky personality hasn’t changed. The two of you still fall into the same banter you always have. That, you’re thankful for.
When you're finally wounded badly in action, rebelling against the Empire that took your husband from you, it's not sadness that fills your heart, but joy. Joy that you'll be with him for eternity.
You hiss in pain as blood seeps into the dirt beneath you. Wolffe's hazy apparition hovers worriedly as tears sting your eyes.
“Ironic,” you laugh bitterly. “Till death do us part, except death is bringing us together.”
Wolffe manages a small grimacing smile, but he knows he won't ever be able to erase the image of your blood pooling on the ground.
“Close your eyes, ner kar'ta. I love you so much.”
You do as he says, focusing on the hope that you'll be with him as darkness creeps from the edges of your consciousness like burning flimsi.
When you open your eyes again, you’re in a lush, vibrant meadow.
A hand—a warm, firm, calloused hand—grasps yours, and you look up to see Wolffe’s mismatched gaze. Not the transparent silver mirage that’s followed you for a year, But the man you fell in love with. The man you married.
“Welcome to forever, Mesh’la.”
A keening cry leaves your throat and you fall into his waiting arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he softly shushes you. You feel no pain. You feel no grief. You only feel overwhelming happiness and love as you cry in your husband's embrace.
“Is this real?” You ask, hand tracing his face; his cheekbones, down to his chin, across the scar over his eye, drinking in the sight of him.
Wolffe presses his forehead to yours, as if to answer.
“Yeah, it’s real. We’ll never have to be so far apart again.”
As his nose bumps against yours, a promise echoes in your mind.
Ner Cyare Darasuum.
My Eternal Beloved.
“My nose is bleeding AAAAAAA.”
“You simping that hard?”
18FJust a casual Ace gal who loves Dragons, Dinosaurs, the Military, Giant Robots, and Art of All Kinds! A now-and-then blog for random thoughts I have, or for random things I hear people say! (Or what I’ve said…)
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