2 things:
1: terezi is licking the pole.
2: march eridan has stripper swung on this pole.
TAVROS
tavros
omg
TAVROS BABY <3 XD
jeff said this during voice chat
and i almost started crying
so i made this for him
HAHAHAHAHA FUCK
OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING
the only reason i’m doing this is for bana
bana i hope you’re happy
i couldnt be more happy if i tried
for anon, who requested Matt/2PMatt. Thank you for your request!
Rated T
Based on Miss Annie’s 2p!Matthew designs. Here.
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They weren’t meant to live. The beings created in Centre 13 are captive from birth to their death. The walls that enclose the massive complex are their entire lives. When they are children they are educated as would be deemed normal and are brought up in rigidly scheduled days, months, years. They are told that the Centre is their safe haven, and that they must never leave. They’re made to exercise daily, their diets are heavily controlled, their injuries are treated instantaneously and they have their sicknesses quelled with the fastest of medicines. They are brought up to be the healthiest creatures on the planet - but each die the day they are born, 25 years later.
It was the prime age for harvesting.
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He watches as Matthew shifts uncomfortably as he prepares tea, arm still shaking from what he assumes to be anxiety as he lifts the kettle onto the stove. He is amused to find that Matthew does not completely turn his back on him but leaves his body partially turned towards his guest.
Good, he snorts inwardly, he’s not completely stupid.
Still very stupid though. The man is after all, serving refreshments to his would-be murderer.
He’d seen pictures of Matthew before, in his file back at the Centre. It had only been a prediction of what he and Matthew would look like after adulthood but they had gotten it right enough. All of his features had been made to mimic Matthew’s exactly, save for the pigmentation of his eyes and hair. Normally the Centre would genetically alter the skin a different colour too, to make the differences more pronounced (to prevent identity mix-ups), but he was as pale as his originator.
The fluorescent kitchen lighting makes Matthew’s hair glow with shades of blonde that his darker hair could never achieve. His eyes too, a peaceful violet instead of his brooding purple, remind him that he is not the original. That he is not the one who is meant to be here.
- A stupid question
- A compliment
- A story
- A poem
- About you
- Why you follow me
- If you met me what would you do
- A cute message
- One thing you want to tell me
- Something about yourself
- Something you assume about me by my blog
- Anonymous
- Un-Anonymous
Y’know…
If you want to, guys…. <3


