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[therealslimstrider]

M!A You get what you wish, turn this guy into a fish(troll)

#selfie tag #// no time specified so im just gonna say a week since im usually busy #viewable IC

[djsangos]

swore i didnt have any pics of me as a kid but somehow found this hiding in an old jacket that doesnt even fit anymore and thought id show tideblr

look its me age like 9 with the family shrimp chowder and my ass is NOT holding him very securely

#ic img #ic text #mun art #muse selfie #this is probably the closest im ever gonna get to talking about my childhood on here lbr but i do sometimes miss chowder so thought id shar #//look i know this rips ABSOLUTE ass but i just felt like doing a quick little doodle of a baby squid with their dog okay #//there are a million ways in which i could have improved on this but the urge to draw doesn't come very often so i try to just vibe with i #//and not stress myself out about the details to the point it makes me give up #//and for SOME reason every time i DO want to draw it's always this fucking squid. i guess bc they're easier to draw than like a human #viewable ic #rebloggable ic #except for non rp blogs non rp blogs please do NOT rb

[bunnybeeofficial]

[Video Feed]

Honey sits in front of the camera, wearing her too-wide grin, sparkling eyes focused directly on you the camera. Her colorful hair seems to move unnaturally with how still she's sitting, glittering in the light. A large mark runs from up behind her ear, rolling down her chest to the opposite side, the view cut off by her desk. Sharp teeth can be seen when she breathes. At least it seems like breathing. Her nails click against a small bottle, soft lashes of the eye on the back of her hand fluttering as it scans over something off screen. That uncanny smile spreads that much wider as a new viewers pop up.

Her giggle sounds distorted.

"Awww! Look at that! New viewers! I wasn't even like, expecting you two! Today on stream I'm like, gonna talk about like, next weeks plans for streams and like, of couuuurrrrse I'm sure some of y'all saw my Day's pop up. So like, you're obvs here for that, which is what these are for!"

She grabs and shakes a couple bottles, the crystal clinking lightly.

"I'm gonna be like, giving out a lil taste for like, some of my friends! Isn't that like, totes wonderful my buns? Of course you can always ask my darling Dolls in chat for like, how to get some if you're like totally curious."

The chat explodes briefly, a large number of messages just an assortment of different heart emojis.

"Hehehe, so, this week I think..."

The broadcast continues for several hours as Honey fills five separate vials with an unspecified dark red liquid, each capped with a heart shaped stopper. They're packed with care in ornately decorated boxes, very clearly covered in glitter.

Glitter you will have to deal with if you receive one. Godspeed.

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[jujulebee]

[Video Attachment: The audio isn't the best at first, slightly muffled sounds of girls' laughter heard behind the shuffling of the phone in someone's hand. The video clears from blurred skintones and nothingness to reveal everyone's favourite bundle of sunshine and rainbows, waving excitedly at the camera as she sits backwards in a shopping cart, holding the bars of the child's seat with her free hand. She's got a motorcycle helmet on, her colorful mess of curls poofing out beneath it, elbow pads are hidden beneath a leather jacket that's obviously too large for her, but sometimes show imprinted against the leather when she moves her arms.

"Ready?" Comes the raspy voice of the camera woman, her foot coming into view as she sets it on the front of the grocery cart, ready to send it careening down the hill they're on top of.

"Ready!" Comes Honey's giggly voice, muffled behind the helmet.

Sam pans the camera to show the hill below them, mostly hidden in the darkness, but sparsely lit at the bottom to show they're quite high up. She grunts as she kicks off the cart, stumbling back a step as Honey and the cart take off. Sam keeps track of where Honey is with a flashlight, though it doesn't stay perfectly in line with her the entire time.

Seems like smooth sailing, relatively speaking, until the cart hits something and both Honey and her vehicle of choice are sent into the air, the smaller girl's distant squeal of surprise barely audible. Sam curses under her breath, the camera shaking and the sound of movement from her running and stumbling down the hill caught as she repeats "Oops oops oops oops" quietly. After a brief look around with the flashlight catching the mangled cart, Sam manages to find the glittery body of her friend, sprawled out in a patch of grass.

"HON YOU GOOD DUDE?"

Honey sits up stiffly, one of her arms slack as she raises the other to give a big thumbs up. Her helmet is cracked, jacket and boots scuffed, and thigh highs skewed and shredded, clearly injured.

"Yeah man! Didja get that on camera??"

She sounds perfectly fine, laughing, even. Sam laughs in response, muttering, "Jesus christ dude, your moms are gonna murder us."

The video ends abruptly.]

#injury // #viewable ic #action post #long post

[penofdamocles]

> It's a video of exactly what Mads Conor promised: a keg stand with a water-cooler sized heavy plastic bottle, the camera settling into place as Mads pulls himself up into position. The angel wearing blue hair and a sleeveless pink crop top holds himself independently upside down over the valve, massive arms and shoulders flexing tight seemingly unstrained by supporting and balancing the rest of his body weight alone, the only other person presumably manning the camera.

The video isn't long, the water is gone surprisingly fast, chugged without pause, nearly without swallowing. The water weight is nonexistent, but as the transparent bottle empties all the way and despite surprisingly good form and a focused lack of swaying, stops being able to support Mads outright, as it topples beneath him and he crashes to the ground headfirst, ending up on his back.

The camera is knocked upward and askew as it's abandoned in favor of hurriedly checking on the foolish angel, but his ringed, tattooed hand can be seen thrusting in a fist up from offscreen as Mads half-shouts "That was great, right?? It was cool? Or was it super fucking stupid? I'm a little dizzy-"

It cuts there with a muffled nearby bark, as Bo, charging in, bumps the camera to the video's end.

#No Strings (ic) #action #viewable ic #dogs

[bitterpainting]

[A collection of 30 beautifully rendered landscapes, each one depicting something different. An abandoned apartment complex, the two story building just out of frame, a small park at it's center looking unseasonably red for summer... there are broken bottles that reflect colourful light in patches on dead grass littered among the trees, large feathers scattered about that nearly blend in among the fallen leaves. A beach with cerulean waters, clear and foaming at the shoreline... the shine of smooth shells can be seen glinting in the sunlight, the edge of an elaborately detailed textile at the bottom of the painting, partially in shadow. A seemingly endless field of bluebonnets, the landscape warped in a way that makes it seem the area is hilly... the skies are a smooth blend of light blue and deep, watery hues, spotted with thin, wispy clouds. A city street darkened by overcast, the sun illuminating clouds from behind and a single godray shining down to reflect off the still wet asphalt... reflections of lit storefronts and traffic lights can be seen in the various puddles. A forest, presumably, sunlight filtering through bright green leaves, shadows in all sorts of patterns surrounding the thick, brown trunks of trees far older than the painter... an old, rusted, blue car sits long abandoned among them, now overtaken with plantlife that seeks to reclaim it. A horizon line, perfectly straight, the bottom half of the painting a deep cerulean, the colour broken only by small waves that glint white in the sun that hangs overhead... the top half a blue that's nearly as bright, not a cloud in sight. Another painting that's nearly all blue... strange swirling patterns at the top fade off into the distance, the blue tint fading away towards the bottom where a sandy surface can be seen... fish of various species can be seen in the middle and far distance, and several shells are half-buried. A backyard, sun beginning to set in view, the outside world a mystery beyond a white picket fence... the backyard is full of various native plants, and strung up from one side to the other is a line that holds several white cloths all hung up to dry. Other paintings depict various forests or city streets... others more views of the sea, both above and below the water line... a few depict animals as the main focus of the piece... all paintings are devoid of humans or mutations.]

((Julia's largely a landscape painter. I am not. Thereby, I've decided it's not unsavory of me to post like this.))

#viewable ic #art #long post

[emberoops]

✔ ❌

ughhhhhhhh

so the nice stuff first. youre intelligent, sharp-witted, and a decent fighter even with all of the handicaps you're up against, which makes me think you'll be damn impressive once you've fully recovered. you're also incredibly devoted to the people you choose to care about, and that dedication does you credit. you're one of the people who understands parts of me i thought no one would ever be able to even see before. and you do it all with a smile. also, your visor is cute.

as for the negative. youre egoistic to a fault, you refuse to consider your flaws in a way that frankly makes you look like you're scared of what will happen if you happen to have any, and your ethics are whatever the hell suits you and yours in the moment. you lack the conviction to make the same rules for yourself and other people, and yet you point out other people's supposed lack of dedication or conviction so constantly that it seems to be a priority for you. your hypocrisy is rank and your sense of smugness is vile. im sure there's more but good lord im not sure its worth the time to recall everything i hate about you.

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[formerlyasprite]

-- formerlyaSprite [FS] has gone offline --

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[foxpostingalpha-tba]

felt like being cute and pink today idk

// Personal/non-role play blogs please don’t interact //

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[ultra-rage]

2 weirdos from another Earth came here. They're pretty cool.

((Superboy/Kon @ my friend and Bart Allen/Impulse @impulsivemagician: Okay to reblog ooc. art I did for a dumb meme.))

#;ic #;selfie #;viewable ic #;okay to reblog #superboy #earth 3 #bart allen #dc impulse #Kon el #Conner Kent #dc comics

[hello-mrpresident]

:)!!

#;ic #;selfie #;viewable ic #;okay to reblog #;okay to reblog ooc #Lex Luthor #earth 3 lex #earth 3 #Alexander Luthor #;ooc: this is some face practice for older men cause i wanted to get better.

[janusflipped]

MM seems good at getting pictures of me not paying attention. It's a good picture nonetheless.

// super awesome art by @jujulebee//

#;ic #;selfie #;okay to reblog #;viewable ic #;ooc: pls commission bunny. ;-; this is so good

[bunnybeeofficial]

[Video Feed]

A live video feed starts on Honey's page, showing a close up view of her standing in the doorway of a building. The low lighting making the glitter on her face particularly bright, though not nearly as bright as the glittery blue of her eyes. She glances off to the side and breaks into a grin, looking excitedly at the camera.

"It's working! Oh my gosh that's like so totally awesome, Jules you're like, the best f'real. Okay my buns, we're gonna go on a little trip for our new friend, Wojtek. Hiii sweet bun! I hope you're watching! My buns like assured me that like, they totally sent out plenty of like, ads to you. Anyway! We're going on like, a little trip around town cause I heard you were gonna like, have some trouble goin' out now. Everyone's sending you their love!"

The camera moves as Honey holds it to the side to give a bit of affection to someone slightly off screen, their black feathers puffing up just a bit as she giggles a whisper of, "I'll be back before you know it, I'm like tooootally fine, keep the haven safe, okay? We'll meet back here when I'm done."

As she starts walking, she looks at the camera one more time to blow a kiss at the audience before turning it forward to face where she's walking. The feed continues for a solid three hours, walking through Los Angeles, pointing out various light displays and attractive store fronts.

#action post #viewable ic #scientificbughunt

[jujulebee]

[Video attachment: Twitch recording of an unfortunately attractive, greasy haired asian woman in large, thick glasses staring intensely at the screen of her phone, the chat onscreen going too fast to read. A TTS donation comes in, speaking in an AI-generated approximation of the Counter-Strike radio voice, "Quit stalling! Muzzle, what did she say? Is she alive, no cap? The DOX UNIT is ready to go."

After a moment of total silence, the woman shifts and pushes her phone screen up to the web cam, the view totally blurry as she starts speaking, only clearing up towards the end of her spiel, "Okay, my dirty little Muzzled, you gotta help me out—that's seven y's and a one word reply after like nothing for fourteen days, fourteen hours and fourteen minutes, double-triple-checked. Obvi, she's SUPER busy being hot and cool and perfect, but what does this mean chat? What's the vibe check? What kind of rizz is she sending me? It feels off, the balance ain't right. Should I get out the board? I'm gonna get out the board." She scrambles out of her distressingly moist-looking gamer chair, crumbs falling off her sweat-stained tank—at least some of the stains are sweat. The woman drags in from the side a large, wheeled whiteboard that has a conspiracy board-esque amount of writing on it, displaying multiple images of "BunnyBee's" model, various messages over the years, the last few messages she sent two weeks ago, and a "BunnyBee-related" merch plush taped onto the board.

The video follows with Muzzle and her chat analyzing how many 'y's are in the "hey" to gauge "BunnyBee's" disposition. People are sending in bits and donations to use the TTS to voice their opinions, miraculously not fighting over the dilemma due to its apparent SRS BSNS nature.

After ten minutes of deep, serious discussion and 39 dollars spent in bits total, and two prime subs, Muzzle concludes, "Okay. Bee's willing to chat lightly, but her energy levels are so down that even casual sex or cybering isn't a reprieve from her current ennui, THEREFORE, she is going through turbulent times right now. I know JUST what to say."

The TTS voice shouts within seconds, "DON'T SEND SOMETHING WEIRD."

Muzzle scoffs, glaring at the camera. "I WASN'T. Ban that guy," she responds, incidentally deleting something from the message. "I have some tact. Anyway, I'm sending her cash."]

#viewable ic #oh my god #muzzle<3

[foxpostingalphax]

showing up early for summer IG

#ic #ic selfies #ic viewable #// flipping those leggies off and giving up LOL

[prosaicpedagogy]

My visage. As i said 6ef9re. Hell9 I am Kankri Vantas. I h9pe my picture is n9t disruptive 9r distastful f9r any9ne here.

//ooc: ignore the bg pls, im to lazy to draw//

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