((hi my n ame is mun and i forgot my log in info for 80 years))

Let me put my knitting down and throw you a party that you’ve returned.

I’m going to pretend that’s not sarcasm and call you an idiot for knitting.

Also, I’m back.

Ehee.

You are:

[] A piece of trash
[] Alright
[] Average
[] Cute
[] Beautiful
[] Sexy

If you kissed me I would:

[] Kiss you back
[] Throw up
[] Smile and laugh
[] Push you away
[] Slap you

If you asked me out I would say:

[] That’s disgusting
[] No, sorry
[] Yes
[] Oh my land yes

Can we cuddle?

[] Don’t touch me loser
[] I guess
[] Yes

Sex?

[] Just no.
[] Eh sure
[] Maybe
[] Do it

Happy Halloween, I guess.

cronusampwhorea:

IT’S TMI TUESDAY TIME

YOU KNOW THE DRILL

LET’S HAVE SOME TMI CONFESSIONS AND QUESTIONS IN MY ASKBOX

spookymspaint:

playedthecardsearnedmygold:

I’ll keep that in mind.

I’m not sure how much of that I should believe, but I only have one question. What the hell are horrorterrors?

Horrorterrors are the tentacled demon gods that live in the Furthest Ring and whisper to the Heroes of Derse. 

They are not pleasant.

I’m going to pretend I understood that.

octanachronism:

The Infected put on its warmest, softest gaze and sang, stroking Kingpin’s cheek. Curiosity, really. Sensuality was not something beings of the furthest ring were privy to. And, of course, a desire to discomfit its hostess. But it didn’t say any of that, only pecked his lips before speaking.

“It is just a mutual interest we share, love. Shh. Don’t spoil it.” The infection dove to kiss his neck, but it wouldn’t change him. Not until it had this experience.

You smile as she sings, enjoying the sound. You shiver when you feel her lips against your neck and make a noise of approval.

“Will do, dollie. Will do.”