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could you write some GamTav cuddling? c:
(Oh absolutely, yes. PB and J all up in the hizzouze.)
You don’t want to move ever again. He might be bony and a little uncomfortable, but he also smells… well, like Gamzee, and he’s warm and you just. You push your head into the crook of his shoulder, careful of your horns.
“Ahaha, hey there, Tav. Gettin’ pretty motherfuckin’ cozy up in there?”
You laugh slightly, nervously, because your heart is pounding like crazy and you don’t know why and you just don’t know. Oh god, you want to stay this close to him forever. He rubs your shoulder, grins as he kisses your forehead.
The two of you stay tangled together for countless hours.
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oneshycrow replied to your post: [Read More] why did i try to give our relationship a…
STFU AND STOP THINKING LIKE THAT JESUS CHRIST DONT BE NEGATIVE IT DOES NOTHING HE DIDNT GIVE YOU A FULL OUT NO SO STOP
sKREE I KNOW HUSH ZOE
Skyrim fill for Oneshycrow :) excuse grammar mistakes, I wrote this in a Skype call :)
Reagan trudged through the violent snowstorm, breathing into her fur-gloved hands to try to keep some warmth. So far, it wasn’t working in the slightest. She was musing about what Farkas would do if she froze to death in this bitter cold when, over the deafening beast-like howl of the wind, she heard the tell-tale roar of a terribly injured animal. Her hunter’s instincts kicked in, and she stealthily ran towards the SOUNd in search of a quick, easy meal and the possibility of delaying her imminent death. Soon Reagan could make out several large shapes ahead, possibly snow wolves. A few were limp, but the largest blob was still standing defiantly. As she neared, the half-blind wood elf began to see several lightning-fast trails of tell-tale electric blue light signifying frost poisoned arrows sinking into the large wolf. Reagan just watched in amazement as blow after blow reached the target, the assailant still hidden under the cover of the storm. The assault didn’t let up until, with a blood-curdling dying roar, the animal fell into a heap into the snowdrifts. In a flash, there was a lithe figure standing over the animal, crouched down and hard at work doing what Reagan identified as skinning the creature as she crept forward. The figure turned out to be a scruffy-looking khajiit, which detected Reagan a moment after she began studying her and moved onto the defensive.
“Who are you?” she hissed, claws extended.
“Reagan,” the wood elf replied, sheathing her war axe and extending a gloved hand in a gesture of peace. The khajiit stiffened slightly before relaxing, straightening up. “What do you want, elf?” she hissed. “Just wondering who was downing those beasties like they were nothing! Wow, that sure was impressive!” the elf grinned wholeheartedly, earning a smirk from the cat.
“Why, thank you.” she purred before continuing, “You look as if you’re freezing to death! Come warm up, and tell me about your travels.” she said before zapping a flame spell into the snow, melting the ice and burning to the rocky ground below. The khajiit roasted some flesh over the fire before handing it to Reagan, who took it and asked, with a full mouth, “So, khajiit, what’s your name?” a moment later came a response:
“I see this friendship turning into something special, Kitty!” Reagan said with a pointy-toothed grin, and the newfound friends laughed together warmly despite the desolate temperature around them.
Red: 5 facts about my best friend
- shes really cute (and wow beautiful) but doesnt agree w/ me when i say she is >:c
- she loves cats and is practically a cat herself (pffpff)
- her idol is marina diamandis (which also means she loves marina and the diamonds- like a lot)
- she likes fallout 3 and minecraft ovo
- her otp is gamtav!!
u v u (i could go on but it says list only 5)