Crab-bot

((I’m just gonna draw a simple ufo +-+

plutosclaws:

constellationcancer:

plutosclaws:

constellationcancer:

I got a UFO! (V(ʘДʘД(V) We can get off the planet!!

= ʘ.ʘ = HOW?! WHAT?! WHEN!?!

(V(ʘДʘ(V) A magic anon gave it to me A minutes or hours ago!!

….. = ʘAʘ = 

(V)ʘAʘ)V) I need to pack!

(V(ʘДʘ(V) I need some one to watch over the bakery shop!

(V)ʘMʘ)V) WHERE’S MY SUIT??!! *shes runs back to her house to get ready*

plutosclaws:

constellationcancer:

plutosclaws:

(V(ʘAʘ (V) Pluto!

= u~u = it’s been a long day

I got a UFO! (V(ʘДʘД(V) We can get off the planet!!

= ʘ.ʘ = HOW?! WHAT?! WHEN!?!

(V(ʘДʘ(V) A magic anon gave it to me A minutes or hours ago!!

plutosclaws:

(V(ʘAʘ (V) Pluto!

= u~u = it’s been a long day

I got a UFO! (V(ʘДʘ(V) We can get off the planet!!

M!A: You get to have your own ufo forever! It can look anyway you want it to look and you can travel anywhere you want and it's black hole safe. BUT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK TO YOUR HOME PLANET! If you try it'll fall apart on the spot.
Anonymous

Really??~ Yes! wait.. What do you mean I can’t go home??

slanting:

大海與男人 by agbuggy~小蟲子 on Flickr.

mrs-titan:

constellationcancer:

tomatoes are for eating! (V) ` A ´  )V) -3

Not throwing!

Ye! Rude paintings don’t know proper eating etiquette. ùHú

(V(>m<(V) hmph! tell me about it

mrs-titan:


“Hm, I hope not. They could at least be civil about it and not go that far.” Ashuri deadpanned, voice falling flat. She detested pranks. Jokes were fine with her, as long as they were told and not done.

Ashuri was about to answer Cancri’s question, except Cancri hadn’t even managed to finish it much less give her time. She gave a small squeak in response to the suddenness of the…Tomato…?

What?

“To…Tomato…”She stared oddly at the red fruit as it fell onto the ground in a gross 'SPLAT!', nearly the same sound it made as it collided with the already red hair. Ashuri moved to crouch in front of its remains.

It looked normal, smelled normal from where she was, and she was sure it felt normal…But she wasn’t about to go and touch it. Ashuri tuned in to what Cancri asked her a few seconds ago, glancing up at her.

“Ah, no, sorry, I was looking in the same direction as you were when it was…Thrown?” Sparing a last glance to the surprise tomato, Ashuri stood up, not putting much more effort into looking around again. It was beginning to be tedious, especially when nothing but more confusion came of it.

Noticing Cancri was still practically soaked in tomato juice from crown to neck, she rummaged through her coat’s pocket, and chanced upon a small pack of tissues she kept for allergy purposes. She quickly offered it to the other.

“Here, d’you think this will do for now? To clean you up, I mean.” Ashuri hoped it would be enough until they’ve found something else more effective.

Cance quickly took a few tissues and wiped the fabricated tomato juice off her face, head, hands, and hair. Confused blue eyes stared at the crimson substance. “This doesn’t smell like tomatoes..” She looked up from the stained tissues and gave Ashuri a tiny smile. “Thanks.” Sadly she still had the red stuff stuck in her hair and couldn’t get it out no matter how hard she tried.

"Ugh I don’t care anymoooore. This is getting ridiculous." Cancri faced forward once again. "I’m gonna make a run for it. I’m not going to let anything distract me!" And just like that the tomato head girl sprinted off passing by a few windows which had a suspicious figure walk across it. Sadly as soon as she reached their destination she remembered that she wasn’t as athletic as her other peers. "huff, huff, whyyyy did I do that??" The exhausted girl wiped the sweat off her forehead with the clean parts of the tissues that Ashuri gave her. Also little did the little dunce know the red paint from the bitter fruit was stuck on her already red shoes which made shoe prints across the gallery so it shouldn’t be too hard for Ashuri to find her.

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