Palawa Joko/Mad King Thorn

The ship is my: Dark and wretched burden to bear. My torch that’s actually just my hand but on fire which technically counts as a torch. The only way that evil, undead kings go unloved is if other evil, undead kings do not love them.

I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other |

I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive (though their subjects get the brunt of their abuse) | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |

Children: No (Though maybe Thorn would ask Joko to babysit Prince Edrick, an adult man) | Yes | They’d think about it 

General Opinion: This is pretty close to being the dumbest thing I ship and someday I’ll write some fic that’s not crack about it because that’s the real challenge. To make this serious. That or I’ll just stick to awful sex scenes in which they get offended that the other’s semen is candy corn glaze/tar.

sharkbutt-groove:

captainsnoop:

don’t go to art school. pirate some drawing programs. buy a cheap tablet off of craigslist. take furry porn commissions. draw some wolf cocks. start a patreon. make ten thousand dollars a month. retire at the age of 25. buy an island with your dog dick money. invest in indie games. buy stock in mojang. fly to sweden and hang out with notch. become notch’s friend. have him buy you things because he’s desperate to have friends and doesn’t want to lose you. open notch’s mind. shape him in to a good person. get married to notch. give notch the spark to create a new game. become the artist for notch’s new game. it’s a furry hentai game. start a kickstarter and make another ten thousand dollars. run off with the money. buy another island. draw more dog dicks. get out there. live. 

Everyone gets nudes of Kleskizhae. It’s been sent to everyone on the Sphere of Logistics mailing list. It’s unclear whether these were supposed to be sent to everyone or just one person and he accidentally sent it on the list that’s normally used to keep people appraised of supply routes. It is accompanied by a lot of talk about boosting morale, so that muddies the issue even further. About ten minutes later, he sends the list an apology, but still hopes that the pictures were enjoyed.

masterofbirds:

“And as you can see here, the projections for this project – ” Elfaroth cut off, staring, mouth agape, at the projector screen. A fashionable pureblood, with one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and the other pointing a finger-gun at the viewer, was grinning rakishly at the camera, his cock prominent and taking up a large portion of the view.

Elfaroth’s face darkened into thunderclouds, and he used the Force to disconnect his datapad and flip it out the window of the presentation office. Hanneke shifted in her seat in what Elfaroth knew was appreciation, and Perkele was hiding a grin behind her hand. The other Sith and ranking Imperials in the meeting room looked varying degrees of shocked or uncomfortable.

Striding to the door, the red giant bellowed in a voice able to be heard throughout most of the vast echoing chambers of the Dark Tower.

“KLESKIZHAE!”

Kleskizhae casually browsed through his emails. Most of it was horrified responses to his attempts to boost morale and bring joy to the members of his otherwise very dry Sphere. What better way to improve moods than his glorious physique? It seemed like a good idea at the time. All this wine seemed like a good idea at the time. He told himself it was a good idea. It didn’t make it true.

He didn’t recognize most of the names (how many people were in Logistics anyway?) but he did recognize Elfaroth’s. Well, he was a superior and he seemed very upset (the letter was boring and in small print and he was still pretty drunk from all the wine he had when he had this brilliant idea and wasn’t very interested in long letters) so he sent something back that would hopefully defuse the situation.

“IF YOU DESIRE POINTERS ON HOW TO PROVIDE THE BEST VISUALS FOR YOUR SWEETHEART WHEN YOU ARE TRAGICALLY SEPARATED BY LIGHTYEARS UNIMAGINABLE, YET STILL DESIRE EACH OTHER’S MOST BEAUTIFUL PARTS, I CAN PROVIDE THEM. PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY FOR ANY MANHOOD LOST, AND PLEASE ACCEPT MY OFFER TO HELP YOU REGAIN IT AT NO COST TO YOURSELF”

Obviously this was the best answer and nothing could possibly go wrong with that.

fallenangelflonne:

aknowlee:

basedmountaindew:

kaldriss:

>tell my girl i love subs
>she thinkin i wanna dominate her in bed
>god damn i love sandwiches

>tell my girl i love subs
>she thinkin i wanna dominate her in bed
>god damn i cant stand dubbed anime

>tell my girl i love subs
>she thinkin i wanna dominate her in bed
>god damn i hope my real teacher never comes back

>tell my girl i love subs
>she thinkin i wanna dominate her in bed
>i’m 20,000 leagues under the fucking sea