viviskull:

We’re here to catch some ghosts, yo!

                                                                          Don’t stop us now!”

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She’s beauty, she’s grace, and she’s a huge nerd!  If you need a blue haired glad that can fight and smother you with love, then you came to the right place!  

Heavily crossover, multiverse, and oc friendly. Around 5-6 years of rp experience. Open to mutuals and newcomers but semi selective!

Preferably read the rules first before interacting!  I want to keep everyone on good terms and not cause drama!  Feel free to spread this promo if you like!

“Cry and drink all day. Pathetic mammal weaknesses make you poison body and stink up air in front of me with reek.”

thescalydoctor:

thewanderingsunset:

“Then stop sniffing the air and buzz off Lizard man.”

“HSSS! Home is right above Lizard’s territory; stink is too strong to avoid. So I will make it stop.” Every time his tongue flicked out, he seemed to fight the urge to recoil. Apparently lizards really, really hated alcohol. Perhaps just this one, who had memories of them hidden in the recesses of his brain. He knew they slowed the body and they twisted the mind; he didn’t like to be on the receiving end of that. Even if just sniffing it wouldn’t do it, he couldn’t help the agitation and anxiety he felt.

“You’re a a stupid mammal. If you want to drink poison, there are easier ways. Faster ways. So why bother? Just drink them and leave me alone.” The only reason he had not torn her head clean off was because he was fairly sure she’d taste revolting. Worse than rotting meat was meat with a rotting mind inside of it.

“Leave you alone?” Sunset countered hotly, “Need I remind you that you’re the one who found me?” She took another swig from the bottle of Jack gripped in her glass, wiping her mouth with a grimace. “Besides, you want it to stop, then all you have to do it eat me. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to stop you. You’re like… a lot taller then me. And stronger.”

llamanorthwest:

@thewanderingsunset cont. from here:

Sunset swore under her breath as she carefully tried to remove a particularly tricky shard of glass from a beer bottle that was currently logged in the back wheel of her motorcycle. It was days like that Sunset was glad she wasn’t the type of person to throw her empty liquor bottles on the side of the otherwise, she’d firmly believe that what had happened a the universe’s own way of giving her a huge dose of Karma.

It was when the woman finally spoke up that Sunset finally looked away from her current endeavor, only to stammer in shock at the womans bluntness. “I… my bike has a flat.” She said, more stunned then anything.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, god damn it- “You didn’t answer my question. Are you new or are you braindead.” Her answer would would have significant weight to how Pacifica proceeded. If she was just a moron, Pacifica could simply point out that there was a turf war ensuing between the unicorns and the fairies around where the pair was and remind the woman just how aggressive those beings were pissed off.

If not, if she was just passing through and unaware of the nature of the town, Pacifica had to be careful and not bring up anything supernatural. Make up some bullshit about it being a sketchy area, either way- the woman couldn’t stay here. Not unless she wanted to get speared by a unicorn horn or get cursed into oblivion by the fae.

Sunset blinked equally as the woman made her very blunt comment. “I… I’m new?” She finally managed to stammer out. Truthf be told, she really didn’t wanna be here for longer then she needed to be. She could feel a type of magic surround the area as soon as she entered the forest, and from what she could gather, it was not friendly.

Still, she couldn’t help but ignore the girls comment in leu of her situation. Now wasn’t the time for her to get on anyone’s bad said, especially in the middle of a potentially hostile forest. “Look, I really don’t wanna be out here for longer then I need to be so, can I get a little help or a phone so I can call a mechanic or something? This forest feels… off. In like the creepy, horror movie way, like… like something is gonna pop out any minute and drag me off with a hook in my back.”

liquidlizcrd:

canon things about demencia that i think about sometimes:

  • demencia has to be caught to take a bath
  • flug walks demencia. i wonder if he uses a baby harness
  • demencia makes a snake hissing sound when she crawls around and i’m not sure if SHE does it or if it just happens
  • this was a real image of her in a newspaper
  • her favorite song is revolution 9 by the beatles
  • demencia can eat an entire pickle jar whole and be absolutely fine
  • she has just absolutely tossed an armful of forks at flug
  • she can lean on/against her hair
  • she has like..a handful of outfits

Spoil the ending of your favorite game without any context

venenosadulce:

thehouseofivo:

rothotnik:

bulbasaur-propaganda:

jazjazjazjazjazjaz:

@jellyismade STOP I LOST THAT GAME ONCE JUST TO SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN AND I’M P SURE I CRIED THAT DAY OVER IT

“Hey, it’s up to us to take down Umbrella”

3

2

1

RUN

Is anyone gonna get us down from these balloons?

So I just did everything just to make it not even happen?

He’s dead, but he still love on in his mind.

jackie-sugarskull:

maculategiraffe:

mintypineapple:

asktheangels:

Lately I’ve been getting most of my pep talks from Mister Rogers.

Great. Now I’m disappointing Mr. Rogers.

Mr. Rogers is not disappointed in you.  He’s proud of you for listening and thinking about what he said, and he hopes it plants a seed where sometimes maybe you notice yourself making an unhealthy choice and recognize it, because that’s the first step towards growth towards your best and healthiest self, which is a journey and a process, not an ideal state of which you are falling short.

Mr. Rogers loves you for just your being you.