“More bothersome work?…𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔩.” -𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝐆ä𝐥𝐝 “𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲” 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐥 -𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫, “𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐫” -𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 “Why do you pester me?”

“Well, that…a little playfully innocent toon magics~!” [such magics were, from Yakko, never so innocent. But they were always born from a loving obsession~.] “I’ll even provide the dress if ya like! What say you, guard lady~?”

repost of the decade

The kind that either ends in bowling and drinks, or an evening that neither can remember at first, then can’t forget after.

I am bought in, invested, and ready for her commands

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝔽𝕒𝕫𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 ℙ𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕒 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕖! Ʉ₦₵ⱠɆ ..Ʉ₦₵ⱠɆ ₱ⱠɆ₳₴Ɇ ĐØ₦’₮ ⱠɆ₳VɆ ₥Ɇ ⱧɆⱤɆ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❤️♻️ #openrp

[Imagine getting that relief, as a commanding officer, and then not offering the same in return!] [Shameful behavior, really…give and take, no?]

ㅤ ㅤ ─── ⋆⋅𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐜𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 ⋅⋆ ── A 71-year old “GILF.” Soft spoken & overtly generous. ㅤ ㅤ

“Oh…and, of course, followed by dinner…handmade by yours truly, of course~. We could probably fit that in, no~?”

“…Weeeeelll…the last time we took ‘seven minutes’ to ourselves? We ended up with two little bundles of joy~.” [he leaned forward, doing a quick prayer, followed by a wink.] “Sssooo…that again~. But with more focus on seeing those marvelous eyes roll back~…maybe a bed frame

[He clasped his hands back together once more. With a slight laugh, he uttered one more prayer, before standing up properly.] “And May, like I tree, I climb thee to grasp at your fruits~.” [he winked, laughing along with her, taking her hands gently into his own.] “Shall I

“…” [he slowly, very slowly, unclasped his hands, looking up from prayer. He nearly shed a tear, holding up his hands in grateful rapture.] “And Easter too!! God DAMN, I love my life!” [he went from kneeling, to standing, with a single hop. He stood before Yasmin, clasping

[Fear]

The creature

((Ngl, that’s just real. You rock on, that’s how life goes xD. Anyone with a problem can kick bricks.))

[He was still sufficiently deep in his prayer, taking a moment to glance up. He scooted forward on his knees, hands still clasped together.] “…I know you stare at my places too. We can both ogle at each other~.” [he then went back into prayer, thanking the good Lord for the

[He gave a sly wink, wrapping his arms around her hips. He stepped a little closer in, nodding side to side.] “Gosh…and here I was thinking I’d need to stay after class! Get some private tutoring~.” [he winked, planting a gentle peck to her forehead.] “But I know I can still

“…” [Yakko fell slowly to his knees, slowly punching the floor with a closed fist. After a minute, and clasped hands, he looked up to the heavens.] “…Thank you God…my prayers have been answered.” [he began to pray then and there.]

“Duh! And I try to save them for doctors visits! But…you ARE my nurse~, so I think it’s a fair trade~.” [he grins right back, patting his stomach. With how much he had been working out (doing crunches for hours in the middle of the night), his stomach sounded like sturdy wood.]

Have not seen it yet Just how bad does it get?