lonelyheartsdeathmetal:

musterni-illustrates:

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a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.

yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate

Arc: I’m  libra, and i was thinking the same thing.

(via thatgirltheyknow)

asker

Anonymous asked: Well since no one has done so, Happy Birthday to Arc! <3

Arc: actually, ive gotten like 50 happy birthdays over on deviantart, so I’m doing pretty good on the whole birthday wishes thing. but thank you :3

asker

rachaster asked: you see a hot woman what will you do?

Whats she doing?

asker

casanova-discord123 asked: *Appears with a full box of pop tarts with assorted flavors* Here, since I had to many, and thanks for answering my question. NERDY GIRL POWERS AWAY! *snaps her fingers and disappears*

*munches on pop tarts hapily *

asker

Anonymous asked: Have you ever had sex/raped slenders? Like Slender Man, Splendor, Trender, Archer and etc.... If so how was the experience with them afterwards?

Two out of four, and Arc’s reminding me of our agreement that I spare you the dirty details on stuff like this, so that’s all you’re getting out of me for now.

asker

13ylp asked: Aparently, Lyn desappeared to the map, so... do you think get other proxy Smex? o3o

Sorta, I guess Ive got a few like on a trial period or something? But I don’t see them working out. I don’t really need much in the way of “help”, Arc only get’s to stay legit because she can do some of the few things I cant really do on my own, but the reasons most try to weasel their way into a proxy position by like handing out my roses and such? I really don’t need help with that stuff, so they mostly just get relegated to cleaning up the rape dungeons or sorting my loads of random junk, like my vast collection of porn, and that’s technically not proxy work, that’s just general servant work that I can hand out to any smuck on the street I happen to kidnap.

So nah, I don’t really see myself getting many more “proxies” per say.

asker

ask-archer-the-slender asked: Archer: *sits on Offender's chest munching an apple contently, occasionally looking at the other Slender's face to see if he will stir. He frowned feeling a strange sense of pity for the unconscious brute, well, only a little bit. But continued eating none the less*

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

ask-archer-the-slender:


ask-sexual-offenderman:

*he had only barely sat down for a few moments when suddenly felt a slight twitch of movement from underneath him, followed by a sickening cracking noise coming from the unconscious slender-beings chest, as if bones were being shifted around beneath the skin*

*Offender charged forward like an angry bear, his huge size and four legged stance making it easy for him to clear the next gap between the two buildings, with archer barely catching a glimpse of his face,His vibrant pink eyes no longer visible as it seemed Offenders healing was finally catching up with the acid, but he didn’t have time to think about that as the still very visible huge set of teeth in his maw shot forward, aimed straight at archers head*

*A split second before the jaws made contact Archer turned away and jolted. A jolt that somehow triggered his teleport reflex. He found himself suddenly airborne for a second, landing on a bonnet of a car in an alley settling it’s alarm off and splattering his blood over the window. The suspension bounced him off the moment he collided it, hitting the ground. He withered for a moment, the alarm of the car ringing in his head. Using the car to support his weight he lifted himself to his feet, swaying as he struggled to balance his weak body. He walked down the alley barely lifting his feet as he limped, holding his burning stump with his remaining arm. He found himself an old pickup truck, falling to his knees and shimmering under for cover. It was not the best of places, but he had little choice, he was simply too weak for find a more suitable place. He passed out finally only halfway under the truck, the blood loss taking it’s toll over him.   

And there he lay for a good half hour or so, quietly bleeding onto the asphalt,
But no more than that, as the large figure of Offenderman came into veiw at the end of the alleyway, still in his bestial four legged stance, with a hive of white tendrils lining his back slowly twisting in the air.
Calmly he trots over to where archer lay,  studying him for a moment with his eyeless gaze, before turning his attention to the truck Archer had attempted to hide beneath.
Getting to his feet, he pushed against the truck, easily tipping it onto it’s side, leaving plenty of space for his tentacles to comfortably, and gently, pick up the limp Archer in a way that almost looked like how one might theorize he would pick up a human with broken bones, or a spinal injury, and moving him out of the way of the truck as he let it go, the truck landing heavily back on its four wheels, setting off the car alarm for a split second, but it was quickly disabled as Offender used his slender ability to mess with technology to fry its internal circuitry.

And with that, he teleported away, Archer still held in his spare limbs.


It’s hours maybe even a full day or two before Archer awakes….
on a large bed,
in a dimly lit room,
with his whole body hurting,
and laying right next to a reclining Offenderman, his pose lazy, but in a casually handsome sort of way, with his boots off and his hat and tie on the bed beside him while his coat was only just barely being worn, rather like an open bathrobe, with his arms through the sleeves, but not tied or buttoned up, as he sat there reading some sort of erotic magazine in one hand with a bottle of whiskey in the other, and giving an occasional glance back to the passed out slender beside him.

*Archer shifted, withering as he slowly woke. The dim light seemed almost blinding for his tired eyes as he groaned displeased. He covered his face with both hands before pausing suddenly. His mind caught up with him, everything that happened that night shot through him like the moment he had his arm ripped off. He glanced to his side reluctantly seeing Offender right there next to him. His instinct to avoid the danger made him look like a woman flailing away from a spider, falling off the bed backwards before standing to face the casual Slender with a snarl.

*he folded the corner of his magazine to save his place, before setting it down beside him and rising to more of a sitting position, resting his chin on a fist as he leaned forward so they were more face to face, as his trademark grin split across the otherwise blank skin*

Morning sunshine~ You’re up early, I wasn’t expecting you to regain consciousness for another couple of hours or so.

*Archer stared back, the fleshy brows deepening. He couldn’t believe how causal Offender was, given the last thing he could remember was Offender was trying to kill him. The toothy grin didn’t ease Archer either, in fact it made him finally snap*

I’m lucky I woke at all you arrogant asshole! Seriously?! That the hell was that all about?!

*He panted enraged, like it took the last drop of his energy to yell them words*

And he even has the energy to whine about it, that’s a good sign.

Now pipe the fuck down, I still got a killer hangover.

*he slumped back into the bed and rubbed where his eyes would have been with the base of his hands*

Alright, with your inside voice, walk me through how you survived so long in the first place. You obviously did a pretty shitty job of running. Did you try to fight back or something?

…..Did my eyes ever show? Or do you not know about the whole “If you can see hot pink on my face you run the fuck away” rule?
Course that doesn’t matter if they never opened in the first place.
Yeah, it probably didn’t go that far.

 *he frowned some what nervously, and started more quietly*

Well… honestly, it was quite opposite. You’re eyes were glowing alright… but something else happened. By the time I realized it, it was too late to even start running. You grew bigger like 12 fricken feet and started walking on all fours. *He paused, now recalling that night, spiking terror into him* I dunno… I didn’t expect that from you…

Was that all? Sounds like you got off pretty easy after all.

Anyway I fucked you while you were unconscious and ate all your tentacles pretty quick after I found you passed out, but looked like you had next to no flesh left to spare for healing back your missing arm, so I loaned you a few of my tendrils to reform your other arm. Hasn’t got any crunchy bones in it like your other one does, so the whole ‘double jointed everything’ sorta flexibility it’s got might seem a bit weird, but you could always just rip it off once you’ve had time to recover enough to grow your own damn limbs back, so you probably wont have to bother much with getting used to it or anything.

And if you’re not about to flip the fuck out over all this, I can drop you off with some people who’ll make sure you have enough to eat, since you seem to have problems with that.
They may be old, and they don’t speak English, but they’re great cooks, don’t mind you killing and eating their livestock raw, and their farm is out of the way enough (not to mention outside all the other slender beings territory’s) so nobody’s gonna fucking notice you hanging around.

*He stared harshly at the Offenderman, only interested in the one thing he mentioned. He sighed deeply trying to remain calm about it*

Please… for the love of fuck tell me you are lying about that first bit…

Pal, you took the rose months ago, you aren’t walking out of something like this with just a slap on the ass.
But then again, you might not have survived otherwise.
Made it way easier to recognize you once I first started too get my sense’s back. After all, there’s only been so many slender beings that’ve taken one of my roses, and they’re generally all ones I wanna keep around, instead of, you know, kill for good so I can fuck their corpse.

Cus you know, fun fact about when my body is about 60% acid, Ive got the senses of a decrepit old lady. My eyes barely work, and I cant smell or taste shit because all those organs are pretty much liquified almost all the time, stuff like that.
Can’t really feel much of anything either. Although when I stop moving around so much, it’s kinda like being in zero gravity, only instead of being suspended in midair, it’s more like being suspended in a sea of burning pain.

You ought to try it sometime.

asker

ask-archer-the-slender asked: Archer: *sits on Offender's chest munching an apple contently, occasionally looking at the other Slender's face to see if he will stir. He frowned feeling a strange sense of pity for the unconscious brute, well, only a little bit. But continued eating none the less*

ask-archer-the-slender:


ask-sexual-offenderman:

*he had only barely sat down for a few moments when suddenly felt a slight twitch of movement from underneath him, followed by a sickening cracking noise coming from the unconscious slender-beings chest, as if bones were being shifted around beneath the skin*

*Offender charged forward like an angry bear, his huge size and four legged stance making it easy for him to clear the next gap between the two buildings, with archer barely catching a glimpse of his face,His vibrant pink eyes no longer visible as it seemed Offenders healing was finally catching up with the acid, but he didn’t have time to think about that as the still very visible huge set of teeth in his maw shot forward, aimed straight at archers head*

*A split second before the jaws made contact Archer turned away and jolted. A jolt that somehow triggered his teleport reflex. He found himself suddenly airborne for a second, landing on a bonnet of a car in an alley settling it’s alarm off and splattering his blood over the window. The suspension bounced him off the moment he collided it, hitting the ground. He withered for a moment, the alarm of the car ringing in his head. Using the car to support his weight he lifted himself to his feet, swaying as he struggled to balance his weak body. He walked down the alley barely lifting his feet as he limped, holding his burning stump with his remaining arm. He found himself an old pickup truck, falling to his knees and shimmering under for cover. It was not the best of places, but he had little choice, he was simply too weak for find a more suitable place. He passed out finally only halfway under the truck, the blood loss taking it’s toll over him.   

And there he lay for a good half hour or so, quietly bleeding onto the asphalt,
But no more than that, as the large figure of Offenderman came into veiw at the end of the alleyway, still in his bestial four legged stance, with a hive of white tendrils lining his back slowly twisting in the air.
Calmly he trots over to where archer lay,  studying him for a moment with his eyeless gaze, before turning his attention to the truck Archer had attempted to hide beneath.
Getting to his feet, he pushed against the truck, easily tipping it onto it’s side, leaving plenty of space for his tentacles to comfortably, and gently, pick up the limp Archer in a way that almost looked like how one might theorize he would pick up a human with broken bones, or a spinal injury, and moving him out of the way of the truck as he let it go, the truck landing heavily back on its four wheels, setting off the car alarm for a split second, but it was quickly disabled as Offender used his slender ability to mess with technology to fry its internal circuitry.

And with that, he teleported away, Archer still held in his spare limbs.


It’s hours maybe even a full day or two before Archer awakes….
on a large bed,
in a dimly lit room,
with his whole body hurting,
and laying right next to a reclining Offenderman, his pose lazy, but in a casually handsome sort of way, with his boots off and his hat and tie on the bed beside him while his coat was only just barely being worn, rather like an open bathrobe, with his arms through the sleeves, but not tied or buttoned up, as he sat there reading some sort of erotic magazine in one hand with a bottle of whiskey in the other, and giving an occasional glance back to the passed out slender beside him.

*Archer shifted, withering as he slowly woke. The dim light seemed almost blinding for his tired eyes as he groaned displeased. He covered his face with both hands before pausing suddenly. His mind caught up with him, everything that happened that night shot through him like the moment he had his arm ripped off. He glanced to his side reluctantly seeing Offender right there next to him. His instinct to avoid the danger made him look like a woman flailing away from a spider, falling off the bed backwards before standing to face the casual Slender with a snarl.

*he folded the corner of his magazine to save his place, before setting it down beside him and rising to more of a sitting position, resting his chin on a fist as he leaned forward so they were more face to face, as his trademark grin split across the otherwise blank skin*

Morning sunshine~ You’re up early, I wasn’t expecting you to regain consciousness for another couple of hours or so.

*Archer stared back, the fleshy brows deepening. He couldn’t believe how causal Offender was, given the last thing he could remember was Offender was trying to kill him. The toothy grin didn’t ease Archer either, in fact it made him finally snap*

I’m lucky I woke at all you arrogant asshole! Seriously?! That the hell was that all about?!

*He panted enraged, like it took the last drop of his energy to yell them words*

And he even has the energy to whine about it, that’s a good sign.

Now pipe the fuck down, I still got a killer hangover.

*he slumped back into the bed and rubbed where his eyes would have been with the base of his hands*

Alright, with your inside voice, walk me through how you survived so long in the first place. You obviously did a pretty shitty job of running. Did you try to fight back or something?

…..Did my eyes ever show? Or do you not know about the whole “If you can see hot pink on my face you run the fuck away” rule?
Course that doesn’t matter if they never opened in the first place.
Yeah, it probably didn’t go that far.

 *he frowned some what nervously, and started more quietly*

Well… honestly, it was quite opposite. You’re eyes were glowing alright… but something else happened. By the time I realized it, it was too late to even start running. You grew bigger like 12 fricken feet and started walking on all fours. *He paused, now recalling that night, spiking terror into him* I dunno… I didn’t expect that from you…

Was that all? Sounds like you got off pretty easy after all.

Anyway I fucked you while you were unconscious and ate all your tentacles pretty quick after I found you passed out, but looked like you had next to no flesh left to spare for healing back your missing arm, so I loaned you a few of my tendrils to reform your other arm. Hasn’t got any crunchy bones in it like your other one does, so the whole ‘double jointed everything’ sorta flexibility it’s got might seem a bit weird, but you could always just rip it off once you’ve had time to recover enough to grow your own damn limbs back, so you probably wont have to bother much with getting used to it or anything.

And if you’re not about to flip the fuck out over all this, I can drop you off with some people who’ll make sure you have enough to eat, since you seem to have problems with that.
They may be old, and they don’t speak English, but they’re great cooks, don’t mind you killing and eating their livestock raw, and their farm is out of the way enough (not to mention outside all the other slender beings territory’s) so nobody’s gonna fucking notice you hanging around.

asker

ask-archer-the-slender asked: Archer: *sits on Offender's chest munching an apple contently, occasionally looking at the other Slender's face to see if he will stir. He frowned feeling a strange sense of pity for the unconscious brute, well, only a little bit. But continued eating none the less*

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

*he had only barely sat down for a few moments when suddenly felt a slight twitch of movement from underneath him, followed by a sickening cracking noise coming from the unconscious slender-beings chest, as if bones were being shifted around beneath the skin*

Archer: *He wheezed and coughed, his stomach burning in pain clearly not pleased with Archer’s sudden rough moment as he attempted to stand in panic. Clutching his bleeding abdomen he managed to balance himself to his feet nearly tipping backwards while at it, his heart racing a mile along with his breathing. He shook his head quickly trying to wake his sluggish eyes, noticing Offender on the far side of the roof. It was like a scenario, Offender was the oncoming train and Archer had to move, or die. Archer was far too weak and injured to teleport. He turned away from Offender and sprinted a few wobbly steps and leapt off the building to the next two-story roof, using his white tendrils to grasp at anything the other side had to offer. He swung hitting the wall of the building with a loud grunt before reeling himself upwards to the roof. He reached the top, laying on his side heaving for air, getting a glimpse of Offender… realizing his efforts to flee may just be in vain.*

*Offender charged forward like an angry bear, his huge size and four legged stance making it easy for him to clear the next gap between the two buildings, with archer barely catching a glimpse of his face,His vibrant pink eyes no longer visible as it seemed Offenders healing was finally catching up with the acid, but he didn’t have time to think about that as the still very visible huge set of teeth in his maw shot forward, aimed straight at archers head*

*A split second before the jaws made contact Archer turned away and jolted. A jolt that somehow triggered his teleport reflex. He found himself suddenly airborne for a second, landing on a bonnet of a car in an alley settling it’s alarm off and splattering his blood over the window. The suspension bounced him off the moment he collided it, hitting the ground. He withered for a moment, the alarm of the car ringing in his head. Using the car to support his weight he lifted himself to his feet, swaying as he struggled to balance his weak body. He walked down the alley barely lifting his feet as he limped, holding his burning stump with his remaining arm. He found himself an old pickup truck, falling to his knees and shimmering under for cover. It was not the best of places, but he had little choice, he was simply too weak for find a more suitable place. He passed out finally only halfway under the truck, the blood loss taking it’s toll over him.   

And there he lay for a good half hour or so, quietly bleeding onto the asphalt,
But no more than that, as the large figure of Offenderman came into veiw at the end of the alleyway, still in his bestial four legged stance, with a hive of white tendrils lining his back slowly twisting in the air.
Calmly he trots over to where archer lay,  studying him for a moment with his eyeless gaze, before turning his attention to the truck Archer had attempted to hide beneath.
Getting to his feet, he pushed against the truck, easily tipping it onto it’s side, leaving plenty of space for his tentacles to comfortably, and gently, pick up the limp Archer in a way that almost looked like how one might theorize he would pick up a human with broken bones, or a spinal injury, and moving him out of the way of the truck as he let it go, the truck landing heavily back on its four wheels, setting off the car alarm for a split second, but it was quickly disabled as Offender used his slender ability to mess with technology to fry its internal circuitry.

And with that, he teleported away, Archer still held in his spare limbs.


It’s hours maybe even a full day or two before Archer awakes….
on a large bed,
in a dimly lit room,
with his whole body hurting,
and laying right next to a reclining Offenderman, his pose lazy, but in a casually handsome sort of way, with his boots off and his hat and tie on the bed beside him while his coat was only just barely being worn, rather like an open bathrobe, with his arms through the sleeves, but not tied or buttoned up, as he sat there reading some sort of erotic magazine in one hand with a bottle of whiskey in the other, and giving an occasional glance back to the passed out slender beside him.

*Archer shifted, withering as he slowly woke. The dim light seemed almost blinding for his tired eyes as he groaned displeased. He covered his face with both hands before pausing suddenly. His mind caught up with him, everything that happened that night shot through him like the moment he had his arm ripped off. He glanced to his side reluctantly seeing Offender right there next to him. His instinct to avoid the danger made him look like a woman flailing away from a spider, falling off the bed backwards before standing to face the casual Slender with a snarl.

*he folded the corner of his magazine to save his place, before setting it down beside him and rising to more of a sitting position, resting his chin on a fist as he leaned forward so they were more face to face, as his trademark grin split across the otherwise blank skin*

Morning sunshine~ You’re up early, I wasn’t expecting you to regain consciousness for another couple of hours or so.

*Archer stared back, the fleshy brows deepening. He couldn’t believe how causal Offender was, given the last thing he could remember was Offender was trying to kill him. The toothy grin didn’t ease Archer either, in fact it made him finally snap*

I’m lucky I woke at all you arrogant asshole! Seriously?! That the hell was that all about?!

*He panted enraged, like it took the last drop of his energy to yell them words*

And he even has the energy to whine about it, that’s a good sign.

Now pipe the fuck down, I still got a killer hangover.

*he slumped back into the bed and rubbed where his eyes would have been with the base of his hands*

Alright, with your inside voice, walk me through how you survived so long in the first place. You obviously did a pretty shitty job of running. Did you try to fight back or something?

…..Did my eyes ever show? Or do you not know about the whole “If you can see hot pink on my face you run the fuck away” rule?
Course that doesn’t matter if they never opened in the first place.
Yeah, it probably didn’t go that far.

asker

ask-archer-the-slender asked: Archer: *sits on Offender's chest munching an apple contently, occasionally looking at the other Slender's face to see if he will stir. He frowned feeling a strange sense of pity for the unconscious brute, well, only a little bit. But continued eating none the less*

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

*he had only barely sat down for a few moments when suddenly felt a slight twitch of movement from underneath him, followed by a sickening cracking noise coming from the unconscious slender-beings chest, as if bones were being shifted around beneath the skin*

Archer: *He wheezed and coughed, his stomach burning in pain clearly not pleased with Archer’s sudden rough moment as he attempted to stand in panic. Clutching his bleeding abdomen he managed to balance himself to his feet nearly tipping backwards while at it, his heart racing a mile along with his breathing. He shook his head quickly trying to wake his sluggish eyes, noticing Offender on the far side of the roof. It was like a scenario, Offender was the oncoming train and Archer had to move, or die. Archer was far too weak and injured to teleport. He turned away from Offender and sprinted a few wobbly steps and leapt off the building to the next two-story roof, using his white tendrils to grasp at anything the other side had to offer. He swung hitting the wall of the building with a loud grunt before reeling himself upwards to the roof. He reached the top, laying on his side heaving for air, getting a glimpse of Offender… realizing his efforts to flee may just be in vain.*

*Offender charged forward like an angry bear, his huge size and four legged stance making it easy for him to clear the next gap between the two buildings, with archer barely catching a glimpse of his face,His vibrant pink eyes no longer visible as it seemed Offenders healing was finally catching up with the acid, but he didn’t have time to think about that as the still very visible huge set of teeth in his maw shot forward, aimed straight at archers head*

*A split second before the jaws made contact Archer turned away and jolted. A jolt that somehow triggered his teleport reflex. He found himself suddenly airborne for a second, landing on a bonnet of a car in an alley settling it’s alarm off and splattering his blood over the window. The suspension bounced him off the moment he collided it, hitting the ground. He withered for a moment, the alarm of the car ringing in his head. Using the car to support his weight he lifted himself to his feet, swaying as he struggled to balance his weak body. He walked down the alley barely lifting his feet as he limped, holding his burning stump with his remaining arm. He found himself an old pickup truck, falling to his knees and shimmering under for cover. It was not the best of places, but he had little choice, he was simply too weak for find a more suitable place. He passed out finally only halfway under the truck, the blood loss taking it’s toll over him.   

And there he lay for a good half hour or so, quietly bleeding onto the asphalt,
But no more than that, as the large figure of Offenderman came into veiw at the end of the alleyway, still in his bestial four legged stance, with a hive of white tendrils lining his back slowly twisting in the air.
Calmly he trots over to where archer lay,  studying him for a moment with his eyeless gaze, before turning his attention to the truck Archer had attempted to hide beneath.
Getting to his feet, he pushed against the truck, easily tipping it onto it’s side, leaving plenty of space for his tentacles to comfortably, and gently, pick up the limp Archer in a way that almost looked like how one might theorize he would pick up a human with broken bones, or a spinal injury, and moving him out of the way of the truck as he let it go, the truck landing heavily back on its four wheels, setting off the car alarm for a split second, but it was quickly disabled as Offender used his slender ability to mess with technology to fry its internal circuitry.

And with that, he teleported away, Archer still held in his spare limbs.


It’s hours maybe even a full day or two before Archer awakes….
on a large bed,
in a dimly lit room,
with his whole body hurting,
and laying right next to a reclining Offenderman, his pose lazy, but in a casually handsome sort of way, with his boots off and his hat and tie on the bed beside him while his coat was only just barely being worn, rather like an open bathrobe, with his arms through the sleeves, but not tied or buttoned up, as he sat there reading some sort of erotic magazine in one hand with a bottle of whiskey in the other, and giving an occasional glance back to the passed out slender beside him.

*Archer shifted, withering as he slowly woke. The dim light seemed almost blinding for his tired eyes as he groaned displeased. He covered his face with both hands before pausing suddenly. His mind caught up with him, everything that happened that night shot through him like the moment he had his arm ripped off. He glanced to his side reluctantly seeing Offender right there next to him. His instinct to avoid the danger made him look like a woman flailing away from a spider, falling off the bed backwards before standing to face the casual Slender with a snarl.

*he folded the corner of his magazine to save his place, before setting it down beside him and rising to more of a sitting position, resting his chin on a fist as he leaned forward so they were more face to face, as his trademark grin split across the otherwise blank skin*

Morning sunshine~ You’re up early, I wasn’t expecting you to regain consciousness for another couple of hours or so.

asker

ask-rage-the-insane asked: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy Arc hows it going? Have you ever tried giving Smexy a noogie? I give Jeff noogies ALL the time >U> Also, I brought you left-over poptarts. *runs off* *The packages are all empty with a few crumbs*

Arc: so much work to do, but yeah, ive noogied him before.

*smexy looks at you in hateful annoyance at the lack of pop tarts*

ina-suldusk said: Was that supposed to be a Black Butler reference?


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No, not really.

asker

melspuppies8282 asked: QUESTION OF TUE DAY: if you had to choose between family or friends, which would you choose? ((Both arc and Offendy))

Arc: depends on the situation.

Frien……….. actually, im gonna go with what arc said

asker

Anonymous asked: So Arc, please don't attack me for this but... I may or may not have have drawn you and smexy together with a bottle of Jack Daniels. The bottle being about 7/8th empty. Im sorry but i had to, i couldn't help but draw it •^• *runs off into the night*

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

Arc: well i am of drinking age now, but im not dumb enough to drink with smexy

Archer: *clears throat loudly leering at Arc*

Arc: what, is here a reference or something i missed?

Archer: I did drink with him once you know, and you pretty much insulted me there by calling me dumb… but I’m not one for holding grudges here.

Arc: eh, dumb is kinda subjective based on experience, for instance, you had no experience or study on how to handle Sexual Offendeman, therefore you were a dummy.
Just like how you cant really judge someone intelligence so much based on riddles in a language they don’t understand.  

asker

Anonymous asked: So Arc, please don't attack me for this but... I may or may not have have drawn you and smexy together with a bottle of Jack Daniels. The bottle being about 7/8th empty. Im sorry but i had to, i couldn't help but draw it •^• *runs off into the night*

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

Arc: well i am of drinking age now, but im not dumb enough to drink with smexy

Archer: *clears throat loudly leering at Arc*

Arc: what, is here a reference or something i missed?