I switched Fala with Goha, so that he could be the main blog on this account.

His URL is still the same (Blacksythesofdarmar), so I don’t think anything has changed much! Just thought I’d put out a heads up.

humalot:

blacksythesofdarmar:

humalot started following you

/perks his ears and stares/

Hello.

-Scary people everywhere, it seemed. But she straightened nonetheless, and gave her best friendly smile despite the uh… staring.- Hello!

/One of his ears twitched as he inhaled on his cigarette, chewing the end lightly/

So… who and what are you? /he couldn’t see her well; the contacts in his eyes were acting up that morning/ Forgive me if I seem rude.

humalot started following you

/perks his ears and stares/

Hello.

itsbonedaddy:

Tumblr Crushes:

• Cee-Man
• DelusionBro
• AllTheDrugs
• CrazyBetch
• BetchonDrugs
• CoolsAssDude
• O.G.
• ConGoer
• SeeAbove

Well then.

“O.G.”? /smirks with a chuckle/

itsbonedaddy:

blacksythesofdarmar:

/looks at him, then follows his eyes down to the glass connecting his two halves. The stallion sighs and leans back in his chair, pulling out his cigarette apparatus and lighting it up with two flicks to its end/

Y’know earlier when I talked t’yeh about what I really do, with the mechanics and shit?

/looks around, then snaps his fingers twice, causing the shop around them to seal all windows and doors of sound as he inhaled deeply from the cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke from his nose. It caused him to look more dragon-like than anything/

This shit doesn’t just happen by accident, you know. Mechanics just don’t get cut in half by random happinin’s. Machinery workers, yeh, but mechanics? Since when is a car ever gonna slice you clean in half unless it’s got some kind of specific mod to it that someone knew about, but you didn’t?

/grumbles and pins his ears, stretching out his legs, slightly baring his mechanical one as well/

There’s a motherfuckin’ reason I hate those goddamned spooks and government officials more than you do, skull-face. Motherfuckers think they can take everything from you and ruin your street rep while they’re at it. Bunch of faggoty old wankers if you ask me.

::He would have jumped, had his pride allowed such, at the enclosure— Eyes darting around the room. How very odd… Returning focus, he listens with intent. So far, Goha was one of the few that got that privileged of undivided attention, be it from being a fellow leader he could not place.

It was pretty impressive that anyone could even live through that. Gaze trailing for any signs of worse damage, he continued to stay silence, though finally displayed some real emotion with a bristle a the latter comment.

Sure, he wasn’t cut in half, but the government was the reason he had lost everything he had. No one could understand his loss— They, the counterpart thugs, had two different aches that were too far similiar and not yet the same enough to be told one was worse than the other.::

Heh… While I respect that, I can’t say I completely agree…

Mmn.

Sorry, about ya… You know.. ::Gestures loosely to the mechanical center, casually changing the subject on a dime.::

Mh?

/The old stallion noticed the change in his companion. Something about the way they’d both been wronged struck up a closer friendship than Goha anticipated. Sure, he knew the infamous Bone Daddy could be a good investment, but this shit was headed somewhere he wasn’t sure he could quite handle yet. With the whole ‘gotta look out for my own kind’ deal.

But maybe if he just let it bide it’s time, it’d work out for the both of them. The only problem was if he became a friend of this thug, he had to look out for more than just his own gangsters on the streets - but an entirely different gang as well. It was hard enough keeping his own safe, but another gangster? And one he respected so well?

Shit./

Mmh. I guess that was a miscalculation on mine. What’s a man’s pain to another than equal suff’ring? Shit, I didn’t mean t’treat it so lightly. You’d think an old shit like me would’ve learned better by now, you know?

/He adjusted lightly, then sighed, chewing on the end of his cigarette/ 

‘Snot your fault. I’m sorry for whatever you’ve lost to the Gov’t as well. I shouldn’t have belittled it the way I did.

… If it’s any consolation, I’m eager to say your suff’ring is just another reason fer me to want to get back at them FEDs. As much as I’ve hated other gangsters in my lifetime and can’t stand them on my turf, I’d rather be able to fight them without the police breathing down my back. We may got beefs, but it ain’t the fuckin FED’s business, you know? /grunts/ fuck them.

itsbonedaddy:

blacksythesofdarmar:

/sneers and chuckles at the other, leaning back in his chair while popping his visible spine/ 

I would say horse, but I don’t even know if I’m that anymore. Shit, I’ve had so much body work done I can’t fuckin’ claim anything. /laughs again/ But what’s the species matter so long as we get along, yeh? S’long as we’re not at each other’s throats, it doesn’t matter.

It’s only when yeh turn on each other that the species deal really starts getting into it, y’know?

Riiiight… ::Seemed be his catch phrase with all the new things he’d come across, didn’t it?:: You uhh..

‘Kay. ::His train of thought was lost, staring openly at the more prominent of physical features— The translucent center of the stallion.::

……

/looks at him, then follows his eyes down to the glass connecting his two halves. The stallion sighs and leans back in his chair, pulling out his cigarette apparatus and lighting it up with two flicks to its end/

Y’know earlier when I talked t’yeh about what I really do, with the mechanics and shit?

/looks around, then snaps his fingers twice, causing the shop around them to seal all windows and doors of sound as he inhaled deeply from the cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke from his nose. It caused him to look more dragon-like than anything/

This shit doesn’t just happen by accident, you know. Mechanics just don’t get cut in half by random happinin’s. Machinery workers, yeh, but mechanics? Since when is a car ever gonna slice you clean in half unless it’s got some kind of specific mod to it that someone knew about, but you didn’t?

/grumbles and pins his ears, stretching out his legs, slightly baring his mechanical one as well/

There’s a motherfuckin’ reason I hate those goddamned spooks and government officials more than you do, skull-face. Motherfuckers think they can take everything from you and ruin your street rep while they’re at it. Bunch of faggoty old wankers if you ask me.

itsbonedaddy:

blacksythesofdarmar:

itsbonedaddy:

I rock the mothafuckin’ world, I know pops.

/chuckles lightly at his enthusiasm and nods/

I’d ask you to share, but it’s much more amusin’ t’see you do this shit on your own. That poor motherfucker doesn’t know what he’s in for.

::Snaps then juts his forefinger at the other with a simple wink:: B-i-n-g-fuckin’-oh, my man—

…Thing.

Shit, I still don’t know what you are.

::Makes a perturbed face at the thought::

/sneers and chuckles at the other, leaning back in his chair while popping his visible spine/ 

I would say horse, but I don’t even know if I’m that anymore. Shit, I’ve had so much body work done I can’t fuckin’ claim anything. /laughs again/ But what’s the species matter so long as we get along, yeh? S’long as we’re not at each other’s throats, it doesn’t matter.

It’s only when yeh turn on each other that the species deal really starts getting into it, y’know?

itsbonedaddy:

blacksythesofdarmar:

itsbonedaddy:

blacksythesofdarmar:

Damn… motherfucker knows how to work well… /snickers/

It’s hard not to appreciate a man with style and presteige.

Not to mention enough low morals to con a poor fuckin’ cabbage merchant into pushin’ for him. Big props.

I rock the mothafuckin’ world, I know pops.

/chuckles lightly at his enthusiasm and nods/

I’d ask you to share, but it’s much more amusin’ t’see you do this shit on your own. That poor motherfucker doesn’t know what he’s in for.

itsbonedaddy:

blacksythesofdarmar:

Damn… motherfucker knows how to work well… /snickers/

It’s hard not to appreciate a man with style and presteige.

Not to mention enough low morals to con a poor fuckin’ cabbage merchant into pushin’ for him. Big props.