Orchant.EXE

Orchant.EXE It's the Motes and D'arca shoooooooow.

Slammin' Angel
SOKEN + Quad City DJs

Reblogged from bellanes-in-archeld

bellanes-in-archeld:

regal-daktari:

thequeenelf:

ionlyeatsushi:

The slams will never end.

Ever.

OH MY…THIS IS GOD TIER RIGHT HERE. 

re-reblogging because fucking amazing

diarcaexe try to contain yourself

NO.

(Source: aspookierblue)

Reblogged from admiraloblivious

admiraloblivious:

tyrianquerida:

admiraloblivious:

tyrianquerida:

I think that when people want to get cozy with one of my cherished ones they should receive a care package that says “WARNING: don’t fuck it up. Kaitlyn is a wild animal who worships a war goddess.” And includes instructions on ethical polyamory as well as how not to be a basic asshole.

I think you should make these. I’ll help. 

can we bedazzle them?

Hell. Fucking. Yes.

You dorks are my favorite I swear.

ashtolaoya:

"Let’s play a game…" she murmured softly, azure eyes closed as she got up on her tiptoes. 
"A game?" he asked while snaking an arm around her waist. His own amber eyes slipped half-lidded and a loving smile crossed his lips. "What kind of game?"
The woman giggled and leaned up, pressing her nose against his, her pink lips resting ilms from his. 
"A game of will. Whoever caves and kisses the other person, loses." she hummed while clasping her hand in his. D’arca chuckled and nearly dipped down to kiss her had he not caught himself. 
"Tola…that’s hardly a punishment you know." 
Despite his calm demeanor, he was having trouble holding back. Even through the salty sea air he could smell the perfume lingering on her neck.
Even so, it was actually Tola that caved first, much to D’arca’s relief.

"As I recall, you’re fond of games where the loser gets the prize."

Reblogged from sacred-soil

ashtolaoya:

"Let’s play a game…" she murmured softly, azure eyes closed as she got up on her tiptoes. 

"A game?" he asked while snaking an arm around her waist. His own amber eyes slipped half-lidded and a loving smile crossed his lips. "What kind of game?"

The woman giggled and leaned up, pressing her nose against his, her pink lips resting ilms from his. 

"A game of will. Whoever caves and kisses the other person, loses." she hummed while clasping her hand in his. D’arca chuckled and nearly dipped down to kiss her had he not caught himself. 

"Tola…that’s hardly a punishment you know." 

Despite his calm demeanor, he was having trouble holding back. Even through the salty sea air he could smell the perfume lingering on her neck.

Even so, it was actually Tola that caved first, much to D’arca’s relief.

"As I recall, you’re fond of games where the loser gets the prize."

Provincetown adventures

Reblogged from bellanes-in-archeld

bellanes-in-archeld:

I am 100% sure that ptown means penis town. There are chocolate dicks here, also.

I’m also pretty certain that this place doesn’t exist in real life. All the sidewalks are red brick and all the gravel is made of sea shells.

A bulgarian gave diarcaexe a lobster roll and a frenchman served me…

Reblogged from haila-wetyios

gelmorra:

some more ffxiv text posts, this time mostly featuring lans (+ guest star iieha)

Debating dropping my sub until 2.4 hits

Given that I have very little interest in Second Coil and I’m as geared out as can be otherwise, I’ve kinda hit a wall. I’m pretty far out if the loop on the RP scene as well. Contemplating canceling my sub for the next few months until the next major content patch.

""Y-You...you..." Lily bore into him with lilac-colored daggers, her hands gripping the front of her robes so tightly that, if she weren't wearing gloves, her knuckles would be just as white as her clothes. She was probably holding off on slapping him, or hells, killing him herself! "F-For /Twelve's/ sake, D'arca! Next time, at least /try/ to bring a healer along with you!! Or better you, just do not DO it next time!!""

Asked by lily-in-eorzea

"Frejyalen shook her head, looking down on the mangled miqo'te. "I was under the impression, Sir D'arca, that you were of a higher breed than such reckless actions." She smiled wryly, motioning for her attendants to help the man off the floor. "There there," she said, removing her hands from her robe sleeves to wipe a trickle of blood from his brow, "Let's get you some help, then. Perhaps there is a place nearby that can brew a cup of tea, eh?" -- ('if your muse were almost killed' reblog~)"

Asked by witchqueenmemoirs

Queue the abashed Miqo’te shuffle.

""You--how did you--" Kale's face was red and her words garbled as she towered over D'arca, "you almost--you could have--aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh." Was the most eloquent she could manage, trying very hard to not actually roar her irritation. "We're leaving. Now. That needs to be looked at by a healer," she raised one eyebrow, "argue and I break both of your legs and carry you.""

Asked by admiraloblivious

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

Reblogged from ashlinfarblade

(Source: thequeenofsand)