azura-dawn-and-dusk:

[[Azura is butthurt over her lack of big boobs. And will go to every extent to hide hers]]

Azura this is ridiculous.

Your tits are perfectly fine.

As I have demonstrated before.

crocolate:

kittensomnia:

ziggyreallysang:

Impressive typing skills TYPING SKILLS IMPRESSIVE at the PHARMACY pharmacy IMPRESSIVE

oHMYGOD

GFSGSDGD

((I see someone’s an aspiring pop songwriter.))

crocolate:

kittensomnia:

ziggyreallysang:

Impressive typing skills TYPING SKILLS IMPRESSIVE at the PHARMACY pharmacy IMPRESSIVE

oHMYGOD

GFSGSDGD

((I see someone’s an aspiring pop songwriter.))

"Oh, Arnold, how I love you. And yet I hate you! And yet I love you. And yet I hate you! And yet I LOVE you."

Helga Pataki, Hey Arnold, summing it up quite nicely.
jaliantheswordsinger:

hey-its-tsai:

jaliantheswordsinger:

loki-hornedkingofdickery:

bannerbooty:

Shameless Self-Promoter
why am i not denying this

Badass Bookworm.


Keep the Reward

“Go to tvtropes.org”
NICE TRY.

((I never leave tvtropes))

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ReadyForLovemaking
This might be how they LOOK at me, but not how they see me.))

jaliantheswordsinger:

hey-its-tsai:

jaliantheswordsinger:

loki-hornedkingofdickery:

bannerbooty:

Shameless Self-Promoter

why am i not denying this

Badass Bookworm.

Keep the Reward

Go to tvtropes.org

NICE TRY.

((I never leave tvtropes))

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ReadyForLovemaking

This might be how they LOOK at me, but not how they see me.))

askladyvaermina:

azura-dawn-and-dusk:

[[I draw too many face squishies.
No regrets.]]

((Get her to say omething else!!))

((abubububu))

askladyvaermina:

azura-dawn-and-dusk:

[[I draw too many face squishies.

No regrets.]]

((Get her to say omething else!!))

((abubububu))

Good night Shipyard.

Molag Bal stumbles into his palace, bottle in one hand, wench of questionable sauciness (and Sanguiness) in the other, singing to himself.

I once met a maiden in Hammerfell proud
Who thought herself proper and chaste
But in bed she was wild and lusty and loud
And left bite marks ‘size of sabrecats upon my waaaaist


Stone bed meets forehead, and everything goes warm and fuzzy and black.

Exhibit A: Molag Mod preparing to write.

  • Blue Beetle!: Time to melt some panties.

Wait…If a Dovahkiin kills a Dovahkiin, would they absorb their soul?

azura-dawn-and-dusk replied to your post: /sends an ask

…. /squee ♥

This is, I understand, what a gentleman does.

A message from azura-dawn-and-dusk


/sends an ask

Grimhook, are you sure this will work?


“Absolutely, sire.”

I’m gutting you if it doesn’t.

“Of course, sire.”

From within the massive pastry Molag Bal heard the faint click of a door. With a mighty roar and thrashing of limbs he burst forth from the confection, some shattered cake preserving his decency.

Happy birthday.