those-beady-eyes

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Review ID 7377986 and 6913187

I couldn’t choose one so I chose both. Land and ocean, foliage and saltwater, you should put these two next to each other because they complement each other very well. The accessories on Dionysus brings out the foliage theme of the skin and the headdress matches the blue and green of the wings. He seems like a nice and friendly dude from his bio info. While I am not a fan of faes, I like that skin combo with those beady eyes made noticeable by white bandages. ver swag.

    He had good reason to be apprehensive about visiting Omega. 

   It isn’t as if he cannot defend himself (he has no doubts he could slay anybody who dared oppose him on this cesspool), no, but–

              “No.”

     Javik steps back from the batarian, his glower souring against those beady and black little eyes.

      “My business here is not such involving.. ‘Aria’.”

     Whoever that is. An asari irrelevant to him. He’s already subjected himself to their scanning process (no doubt put into place as a result of Cerberus’ invasion), he isn’t going to go out of his way to visit Omega’s ‘leader’ just because she wonders what in the world a prothean is (or if not, what one is doing here).

Look at this stunning creature, it’s a ferret #cute but those beady eyes though and the flash is ehh, but pssshh I still feel like they’re soft like kittens that can’t kill me

increased pulse. increased tension. increased judging. increased detention.
decrease joy. decrease sanity. increase prescriptions.
perspectives changed.
you want to make a difference.
are you gonna make a difference?
are you gonna even fucking try?
dare to sit there and call yourself one of them - lean back - watch it all break out in front of you.
put on your gloves before you don’t even think about handling the flames. fingerless gloves. cut em off yourself.
baa baa black sheep i wish you’d stop fucking following me around with those beady eyes and saliva desperately escaping your lips.

(inhale) … …
4321 let it go.

lips don’t taste that sweet anymore.

the weirdest dream ive had lately is where a family member wanted to murder me and locked me in a room with a robin that turned into a goose and i was cowering on the bed lmao and i had to stone the goose with this wooden egg thing.. but no matter how much shit i threw at this fucking goose it carried on staring at me with those beady eyes ready 2 strike 

increased pulse. increased tension. increased judging. increased detention.
decrease joy. decrease sanity. increase prescriptions.
perspectives changed.
you want to make a difference.
are you gonna make a difference?
are you gonna even fucking try?
dare to sit there and call yourself one of them - lean back - watch it all break out in front of you.
put on your gloves before you don’t even think about handling the flames. fingerless gloves. cut em off yourself.
baa baa black sheep i wish you’d stop fucking following me around with those beady eyes and saliva desperately escaping your lips.

(inhale) … …
let it go.

lips don’t taste that sweet anymore.