((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.
 A piece of trash
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
 Oh my land yes
Can we cuddle?
 Don’t touch me loser
 I guess
 Just no.
 Eh sure
 Do it
I’ve done images like this before..I just love the way Jazz feels!
Happy Halloween, I guess.
IT’S TMI TUESDAY TIME
YOU KNOW THE DRILL
LET’S HAVE SOME TMI CONFESSIONS AND QUESTIONS IN MY ASKBOX
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.
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.”