It’s just bread and cheese! At least toast it

The chief? What the f-Que carajo dice…What are the chief of?

….Can you make arepas?

Dios mío, no. Not you..

…….Theres no burger though

Spider-folk, chica

“Well over, and they’re not all Peter. There’s a little girl inside of a giant Spider-Mech..”

If I eat this, am I going to vomit for a week, Poole?

“Fine, FINE.” His jaw awkwardly cracked as he wolfed the entire abomination in one bite.

Does he automatically want to sever your head from your body, too?

He sounds absolutely shocking dreamy.

Mm. Yeah, I can almost smell it now. No me gusta para nada.

“No, Lyla. I don’t need to ‘Lighten up.’ They need to listen.”

My controller has been coughing up his desmadres. Forgive the low activity here. I just kinda do what he tells me. //Yeah. I’m fucking sick, lol

Claws broke through the brick of a ledge as he pulled himself into a diving roll. Miguel’s intent was clear: Find the deviant. His jaw clenched as he thought of the clashing of worlds, the wanton death and destruction of an entire reality if he failed. He wouldn’t.

/This is an open statement. While I am horrendously sick and not very up for long term RP til I’m better, any and all verses are welcome to interact.

Oh for fuck’s s-WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE A SCENE?

M- I don’t..know? I- Define crazy G- I..Um.. U- What is this? E- Wait.. L- Wait………

I already deal with people thinking I actively bite necks, and don’t get me started on the fanfics Hobie told me about..

There’s…tentacles. And…*sigh*..I’m not wearing much