Lord The Peasants Are So Loud Today

MEOW 🫣

Bro, this new Midas has me going feral, I am begging my mom to buy me the battle pass next season so I can have him (I missed the last midas variant, so I NEED him)

I'm gonna rip him to shreds

I hate Palpatine

I hate Palpatine. He bad

Reblog if you hate Palpatine.

I hate men who yell at women

smh.

This is Oliver. My second of my main 2 ocs I've recently redesigned him and have been obsessing over his new design. The tldr of his story (which I will post later) is that his father burnt him alive in a house fire later being turned into a ragdoll by a witch doctor having rotten organs and blood stained polyester filling him to the brim.

So... Outlaw Midas came out yesterday and...

Those fingers 🤤 specifically the way he has them.

Muscle memory, either from doing it to his own or other people's 🐱

(I need to eat his pussy)/j

(Also, yes, I hc that Midas is ftm trans.)

YEAH I LIKE AI

(A)rtist's

(I)ncredibly good artwork that deserves to be paid for and appreciated for the time they put into it

SAVE A HORSE. RIDE A COWBOY 🗣

I know it makes sense that Hatsune Miku is getting added into this season considering the theme and all that, but it would’ve been so funny if instead of snoop dogg turning around in the trailer for season remix it was miku… like yes run the agency you go girl

who can relate

Sitting by the small window in his basement chamber, trying to get at least a little bit of sunlight in this dark dreary place. It was a daily occurrence, sitting by the window feeling the UV rays brush his skin and humming softly a tune he barely remembered but it's all he really knew other than his name, how to function and his father. Speaking of his father, that wretched man just tossed something down the stairs, the item making quite the ruckus as it tumbled down the creaky steps. Oliver hesitantly crawled over to see what had fallen into his damp and sicken abode. It was a canister of some kind, a red plastic one then he smelled the stench… it was a canister of gasoline, it was open and pouring its contents across the floor. The shiny liquid coated Oliver's hands making it hard for him to back away; he could only think of the possibilities of what's next to come after this. From the top of the rickety wooden staircase was the gentle click of a match being lit, then the little flaming stick was tossed down landing on the puddle of gasoline the liquid quickly igniting and spreading. Fire got on Oliver's pale little hands, spreading up his sweater sleeves and scorching him. All he could manage to do was scream, the pain was unbearable but since his body was so small his end came fairly quick.

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As the arson investigator and his team rummaged through the charred house, he found something interesting, a boy's body in the pit that used to be the basement. This kid was gone too soon… he thought taking the body carefully, that was surprisingly still intact with all the burnt skin and embers surrounding it. Instead of taking the body to the coroner on scene he hid the body in his trunk, having connections with a witch doctor had its perks and he'll use the favor the witch owes him to give this boy a second chance on life. He spent the rest of his shift that day with the boys crispy body in his car trunk going straight to the witch doctor's 'office' after clocking out for the evening, the doctor's office was really just an abandoned funeral home, they claimed that the spiritual energy of the mortuary there heightened their powers. The body got placed on a table lined with crystals and herbs, wrapped in an old blanket. The doctor was informed of the predicament, and once the investigator was gone, they got to work. Forming a body made of cloth to look exactly like the boy's, shoving fragments of salvageable bones into places like the hands and feet, knees and elbows, but polyester was put in every other place, the rest of the work was on organs. All his organs were salvageable with a bit of a magical push, his heart and stomach now held together with twine, lungs healed to just barely meet the requirements for working and other organs made the same way they all got put back in their respective places within his torso finishing with a stitch horizontal on his stomach and a vertical one of his chest. With the final additive of his brain, new hair made of the most beautiful mint green synthetic hair, a sweater which was way too large for his small body plus a pair of brown, and green button stitched over his right eye he was complete and living. With a short hour of teaching on how to live again, he was sent out to wander the world with fuzzy memories of his past and who he was…