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Peacekeepers wear lots of leather, black and red, and the uniforms are pretty boss. They're not the good guys, but they sure do have style! (Well, this guy's a good guy. He's not a Peacekeeper. PK clothes just happen to fit him really well.)

But maybe don't be this guy. Even if he is one of my favorite characters. {= )

~Neshomeh, just promoting the best sci-fi series of all time, don't mind her.

Wear some green! Add green food coloring to your drink! Add green food coloring to your meals! Add it to your toilet bowl to just weird some people out.

Happy birthday dude, you've gone 22560000000 (more or less) miles spinning around on this blue rock we call Earth. Hope it's been a good one.


- Maxewell

Not much else to say. Thus is just funny.

It may not be the best writing ever (There are way too many candidates for me to say), but it put a smile on my face.

Granz turned his head towards the call center door as it melted open to a cry of “Hello new friend!”
Standing in the molten remains of the door was none other than the Primarch of the Salamanders, Vulkan. Granz shivered at the sight of this large, oiled up slab of obsidian wearing a green robe that just barely hiding what the Ice Cream Monarch wanted to see most.
“Greeting Canine Friend!” cried the muscular man of Granz’s dreams, the primarch’s footsteps pounding and he stepped closer.
“V-Vulkan?” Stammered the kind brown haired agent, hoping against hope that his private dreams were about to be realized. With a great charcoal black hand, Vulkan cupped the puppo’s head in his hand lovingly.
“Yes tinny me! My…” With a crack of bone, his voice changed to a rugged and brutish one that sent tremors of excitement running through Granz. “BOIZ ‘N I EARD BOUT SOME HUMIE ‘ING KALLED DA SHIP’EST! OI EARD DAT YA WERE DA NOICEST GIT IN DA ‘OLE PPC.”

Granz’s knees threatened to give out on him, his mind racing to keep up stammered out, “No, that can’t be true. I’m hideous anyway.” Vulkan shook his head and lifted the relatively tiny figure up. “No friend, you are DA MOST B’EUTIFLES HUMIE OI EVA SEENS!” Laying him down, Vulkan leaned in and whispered into Granz’s ear. “I wish to do the Ritual of Friendship with you ND TA SHOW YA WOT A ROIGHT PROPPER ORKY ND BIG SHROOM LOOK LOIK.” Ears ringing and heart pounding, Granz nodded and placed his hands on the larger man’s chest, running them under his robe to feel the tight pecs and other firm organs that are also integral parts. “I would very much like that, yes.”
With a massive smile on his face, the Primarch of the Slamanders Space Marine Legion booped the snoot.

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The door to Rudis turned to slag as Vulkan, the Primarch of the salamanders, burst in. On one of his enormous shoulders sat Granz. The two shared a glance before crying out.
“Hello friends! Who wants to go on an adventure?”

If you look closely, you'll find it's a stone rain.

is the OTHER reason I don't wear black leather. Or leather of any sort.

Besides, I might be mistaken for any of like 2^16 subcultures if I did. This is a hazard of wearing leather.

Which subcultures the 2^16 are depend on how you look once you're in the leather...

"I think this belt goes through that loop... no, wait, hold on, there's these laces here. Dangit. What is this zipper even for? Hold on, I'm gonna Google it. Is there a tag on the—no, there isn't a back. Okay, just... just gimme a sec... I think I have a good pair of scissors in the kitchen. In the meantime, just, uh, just sit tight and check out my collection of anatomy textbooks, 'kay? Everything is going to be fine."

{= )

~Neshomeh actually does own anatomy & physiology textbooks, and also recommends Oh Joy Sex Toy (NSFW) by Erika Moen and Matthew Nolan for fun, sex-positive intros to sex-ed topics.

~Neshomeh hopes that wasn't weird.

https://recolor.me/

You need an account to mess with stuff, but if you scroll down on the avatar creation screen to find this button—

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Corned beef, man! {= D Therefore, in honor of the joint occasion, I present you with a corned beef cake:



... That might actually be wagyu or something, buy heck, it's pretty. {= )

Happy Birthday!

~Neshomeh

Not to be confused with the corny beefcake that goes with my post below.

Allow me to narcissistically re-plug my latest prompt piece, which happens to be thematically appropriate:

"Paint the Town Green" - now in Gdoc form! Stick around at the end for bonus art!

(BTW, Ix, what app did you use to make that pic of Gall?)

~Neshomeh

*THROWS CAKEFETTI*

There was a knock on Neshomeh's door. Footsteps could be heard from inside the house for a moment, and then Nesh called out "Who is it?".

"Uh, it's- it's Thoth." said Thoth.

Neshomeh opened the door. "Oh, hey! It's nice to see you could make it over here! Come on in!" she said, smiling and opening the door wide.

Thoth stepped in, and Nesh got a better look at him. "Why are you wearing that black leather outfit? It's really skimpy, and it's pretty cold up here."

"Well, you'd taught me a lot about writing when we were doing our mission, and I thought you could, maybe, teach me about, well, other stuff. Like, um, y'know, ..." Thoth waved his hands around.

"You mean sex?" Nesh asked.

Thoth blushed. "Y-y-y-eah. That."

"That outfit implies you're after an ambitious curriculum." Nesh said. "Then again, you did such a good job with the writing, you could probably handle my mentorship."

"Oh, thank you so much!" Thoth squealed.

"You're welcome, Thoth." Nesh said. Then, she thought for a moment, "Hold on, aren't you into guys?"

"Um, yeah, but I thought I'd branch out a bit." Thoth said. "Maybe Phobos could help out a bit?"

"Good point." replied Nesh. "Threesomes are very educational. And he won't be home until later, so I'll have time to go over the basics."

Thoth stood still and looked around. "So ... what do we do now?"

"Well, first, you're going to follow me to the bedroom." Nesh said. Then, her voice became more sensual "And then, I'm going to show you how to properly get out of that black leather."

The two Boarders then disappeared into the depths of Neshomeh's house, and had a very ... educational ... day.

And night (especially after Phobos got home).

And then another day.

And another night.

And then, on the third day, the neighbors came over to complain about the noise, so the lessons had to be postponed until the following weekend.

(( Since no one else had written it yet -Tomash ))

And yes, it's not Patty. We're not celebration a tasty meat product's day! It's Paddy, 'cause Patrick in Irish is Pádraig.

Anywho, may the shamrocks rain, may you all find your Lucky Charms! May your Guinness flow abundantly, and may all of you get yer pots o' gold from them pesky leprechauns!


















Also, it's my 24th birthday, but that's not really important :3

...Lightning Bolt, I think.

-Phobos

These may not be good.

Black:

‘‘_________ is available at the General store.”

“Asking mini-Balrogs for _______, is like asking for _____.”

“The annual ________ has begun.”


White:

Eye bleach

Brain bleach

Leto

Snowball fight

Ship fest

Mini-balrog whip

Flame retardant underwear/clothes

And the instrument.

And the Homestuck character.

And the missile silo.

So it's an eye. Not an eee. Cuh-LIE-uh-pee.

...or Cal. Cal is fine. Cal works well. So does Callie, if you're Thunder all of a sudden. And this is why I don't respond when I'm tired and loopy.

I've actually been playing World of Warcraft for six years but I've only just started caring about the lore in the last few months so its funny that you're getting into WoW too?

I also watched Dune for the very first time a few months ago and now I've been reading the books -- not quite ready to dip into those fandom-waters but I have a few close friends who are really into it too so I'm on my way. And for the first time I'm putting real effort into watching Star Trek Next Gen because I'm on my second re-watch of DS9 and know that I should probably watch both.

Tap:(slang term of a sexual nature)/ Tap: (activate a card-based ability by turning said card sideways)

First of two warnings! Third offense and you're benched!