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Anonymous“I already had a hard enough time fitting into clothes and getting things my size.” He pouts.
(Make a Heavy Fatter pffffft. )
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"Well, if you expected it, it would be less fun." He nuzzled his lover between the shoulder blades, then moved around to hug him from the front. "You smell nice."
” Hmmm you may have point. ” Jasha hugged Max back fondly. ” You always say this. I counter that you smell like home. “
I can beat all of you as far as irrationality goes
mine is
fruit
animatronics
mirrors :))))))
…
Balloons
He continued to snuggle the other, closing his eyes and relaxing. He winced a bit when Jasha's hand ran over some of the nicks on his scalp, but didn't move away. He yawned a little, then sighed.
Jasha murmured apologies whenever he hit a sore spot, letting his hand trail down to fully trap the scout. He let out a comforting grumble.
"What? Did I do somezhing wrong?" He continued to nibble Jasha's shoulder playfully, arms wrapped around his waist.
“Nyet. I was just not expecting you. ” He admitted, melting into Max and his mouth’s ministrations.
Ike walked up to the Heavy and just clung to his arm. The Scout's hair looked like he fought with a lawn mower and lost, and was different lengths all over, from long to near the scalp and everything in between. He didn't pull out the notebook, he just clung to him, sighing a little. It was obvious he was feeling down.
Jasha just kept the small scout caged in one strong arm, the other coming to gently card through Ike’s scalp, careful of any tender spots.
// Ahh, sorry this came a bit late. Been tired and stressed out a bit. Hope you can forgive me on that part. Also hope I fixed things to your liking. //
((Buck is officially the sexiest Engie on my dash right now))
(I approve of dis.)
The Soldier leaned on Jasha's back from behind, playfully biting his shoulder through his shirt. "As delicious as ever, liebe."
Jasha wasn’t expecting the man to bit him so a startled moan managed to slip halfway out before his mouth shut.
“Maxwell!”
Casey, The Blessed Businessman.
OH MY GOSH IT’S SO PERFECT I HAVE TO DRAW THIS
Kalina, the Soul Archer
I quite like this, yes.
Jenny, The Heaven’s Protector.
alternatively,
Madame-Anaca, The Terror’s Summoner.
…I am apparently a split personality.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
THIS IS ACTUALLY ACCURATE
Torrey, The Noble Killer.
oh
hehehehehehehehe
dakt, The Celestial Pirate.
Ismay, The Strong Warrior.
Kris, The Omniscient Thief.
….i like it
Christi, The Unstoppable Warrior.
Thor is my spirit animal u guyz
Brooke, The Unstoppable Thief.
Me gusta
Samantha, The Inexhaustible Thief.
…
Jasha, The Dwarven Food-Seller.
Does this mean I sell small food or I am small?
I think it is former nor latter.
Rebecca, The Unstoppable Assassin.
My mother
has an awful habit of talking about disgusting things at mealtimes around me.
since I have been back she has talked about rat facial injuries, injuries of her own person, infectious diseases, and many other things all of which have made my meals close to unpalatable.
Because short of a stomach virus once food is in it is staying but on the way down is the vital time. I have a strong gag reflex and even things that look nasty but aren’t make me feel ill and not hungry.
Tonight she once again began to relay the story of my sister’s rat’s injury to my elder sister on the phone. I told her this morning to please try and not talk about gross subjects at mealtimes around me.
So she walks away with the phone. I feel a victory.
3/4 of the way through my meal she comes back down and then goes into a whole new story about my grandmother almost cutting her fingers off and needing 24 stitches.
Thanks mom. Thanks for being such a good listener.
