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[tinkerstrife]

if ur still taking requests/want to draw: strife with his redstone dependency

#heLL YEAH #bucky and jury r the best #not rp

[tinkerstrife]

hoodedapprentice replied to your post:oh god why

Welcome to hell

They had better leave me alone. i have no desire to defend my other selves or join Sips Co. This Strife Solutions is going to stay far, far out of this fight.

#hoodedapprentice

[tinkerstrife]

oh god why

[tinkerstrife]

i will run the fact that strife is a redstone addict into the ground i love that aspect of him so much

that and hentai is art

[tinkerstrife]

your curses are my praise

listened to salty sweet on repeat for an hour. felt like writing something with religious imagery and exploring what parvis might be in the urban yogs magic au. did that and also ended up writing nsfw bc of bedroom hymns.

warnings: NSFW, blood magic, dubious consent, blood play, literal blood lust

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#yes hello that is my writing blog #umy au #the au need more parvis so this happened #waggles eyebrows at all the parvs #not rp

[tinkerstrife]

"Maybe."

Strife's hand settles on his hip, a reflex action of reaching for the disassembler kept compact there. The cool metal in his palm helps him keep his calm, for the most part. Parvis is right, though. He's feeling a mean streak a mile wide, ready to let loose all his pent up annoyance at having to babysit Parvis for so long.

He really shouldn't have decided to go without redstone this morning.

"Underestimate?" Strife scoffs and rolls his eyes, mocking Parvis with even his stance. "I'd hurt you because I know how far you can go, and I know I can hurt you because of little power you have."

"Wow Strifey, you are feeling mean today, aren’t you?”

The assumed grin on Strife’s face is odd, twisted, but no less reflected in Parvis’ own face. A small twitch, a tug at the corners of his mouth until he sheds a grin that bares his teeth. A silent challenge towards Strife’s unxpected own.

"You’re so cruel to me Strifey, you’d really hurt poor Parvy? And underestimate me too, I’m offended."

#no man bless u for para style its so much easier #pottymouthbloodmage #rp #drug mention //

[tinkerstrife]

pottymouthbloodmage replied to your post:

*Narrows his eyes slightly, briefly at Strife's laughter* You sound mean, Strifey. Why would you shoot me, where would you shoot me, how would you? Aren't you gonna be /nice/?

[Strife's on a power trip and he lets himself grin. It's hardly attractive, his face is more fit for scowls. Grins belong on Parvis.] There's plenty of reasons to shoot you, Parvis. If you're bed-bound, I don't have to worry about running off and destroying something I need.

[honestly, he's dreamed of doing worse to Parvis.]

I'd shoot you in the foot, Parvis, maybe blow out your kneecaps, but that's too messy. I just need to immobilize you.

Nice is for suckers.

#pottymouthbloodmage #replies

[tinkerstrife]

for all the various gun-toting, down-and-dirty, relentless members of the mobscast. {Listen} {Art}

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#MOBCAST 4EVER

[tinkerstrife]

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#MOBCAST 4EVER

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pottymouthbloodmage replied to your post:pottymouthbloodmage replied to your...

*Gulps quietly* The. Well. This is /different./ If you shot me, you couldn’t give me anymore nice surprises, could you, Strifeykins?

[laughs, enjoying having the upper hand. finally. He's going to milk this for all it's worth, maybe scare Parv a little too. Strictly for science, he reminds himself.] I don't know, Parvis. Depends on where I shoot you, and how. I can still give you all the surprises you can take before you're incoherent with your feet gone. 

#pottymouthbloodmage #replies

[tinkerstrife]

pottymouthbloodmage replied to your post:pottymouthbloodmage replied to your post:...

you would never

There's a lot of things you thought I wouldn't do, Mr. Parvis.

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[tinkerstrife]

pottymouthbloodmage replied to your post: “CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW”:

*whispers* caw caw motherfucker

I'll shoot you too.

#pottymouthbloodmage

[tinkerstrife]

thesolutionist replied to your post: “CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW”:

maybe we should use the combined forces of our weaponry to solve this seagull problem once and for all

shoot them all into the depths of hell where they belong

#thesolutionist #replies

[tinkerstrife]

CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW

Oh hell no.

I have weapons, and I will annihilate you.

[tinkerstrife]

I have always way too much fun to play with subtle redesigns. Today: Will Strife in Victorian Clothing.

#hOT #hell yeah #muse

[tinkerstrife]

It was a game Strife had allowed himself to play, taking a small delight in the scratchy words penned back, finding some solace in the facade of not signing his name to any notes but the last one.

Of course it would come back to bite him in the ass.

He was sorting through Parvis' system, finding various tools and seeds that he pulled and stashed away in his own personal inventory. Parvis didn't need them, or Strife simply thought Parvis wouldn't understand the need for them. Either way, they were his now. The sing-song call made him turn, furrowing his eyebrows at Parvis.

"What do-" The words died in his throat as he saw what Parvis held. He took a step back, felt the hard surface of the interface press up against his back. Trapped. Parvis blocked him in and Strife sucked in a sharp breath as the note was waved in his face.

"I.. I always do." He managed out in a far too loud voice, eyes darting over Parvis' lanky frame- looking for threats, looking for some affirmation that Parvis was serious.  He wasn't keen on being the punchline of Parvis' next "practical joke".

Then kneel. -Strife.

Of course it was. Parvis had figured that out a while ago, but there was something about the unsigned messages left around, feigning ignorance as to who left them, that stirred something in him - more so than if they were all signed. Anticipation, slowly rolling in his gut - growing from when he read the first slip of paper. Anticipation that they would eventually have to end and leave an openness in place of the paper, to be interpreted in a number of ways.

Seeing the name, Strife’s name, scribbled down beside those words cemented something. Anticipation. Uncertainty. Not the sickening kind - the kind that left a buzz across his skin. Pushed a smile onto his face. The paper was still pinched between his fingers, and he kept it there as he went searching for the man who had placed it down.

The grin was still on his face, his mind reeling off all the previous messages. He exhaled, harshly, when he found Strife. As opposed to relieveing some of the knots of tension in his body, it only wound them tighter.Which was fine.

His chuckles would have made his presence known before Strife’s eyes even set on him, approaching him quickly, his breath burning in his throat muscles twitching, aching as he came closer to the man who’d written such delicious words."Hey, Strifey!" His words were beckoning, casual. Far too casual. But barely.

Strife was facing him, and Parv’s presence was so fast, so close, he couldn’t help but encourage him against the wall. His hand flipped up, twisting the note between his fingers. “I hope you keep your promises.” His voice was quiet, as if telling a secret. Breathless. Needy.

#this is great friend ah gosh #do you mind if we move it to an actual thread after this? #pottymouthbloodmage

[tinkerstrife]

tinker strife? more like TINKLE strife hahahahaha

Your humor is foul and lacking in quality.

#[strife voice:] lake butts #replies