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hey tutorialheads,
This just awoke a deep gut reaction in me and I can’t figure out the reaction. Hey and thanks for coming to my Bluetooth page.
ah, could i maybe request you draw grillby? :0 i don’t see much art of the lil flame boy (。ŏ﹏ŏ)
Of course dear
I love his design ❤👌
Merry Christmas to all of you from the MaL0w0 team
This is cute. Please go check them out. I’ve only known about them for like 3 days but if anything were to happen to them I would deactivate everyone on this site and then myself
The Runaway -Open RP-
The market was a bustle of activity. Shop keepers were talking or shouting advertising, customers buying what ever they need. The market was filled with aromas of food, baked goods and the warm morning air. A large cart was pushing through being pulled by an old mule.
However, the back cart had a fabric tarp started to lift and a young monster woman poked his head out. She seemed nervous and almost frightened. Her head disappeared again before a bag was tossed out of the cart and she jumped out. Quickly, she grabbed the bag and dashed into a dark alley.
Clutching her bag, she hid away as she closed her eyes, looking panicked.
"I can't do this. I should go back. NO! I can't go back, remember why you are here... oh god what if they come for me?!"
She was on the verge of tears, lightly trembling and mildly hyperventilating.
Grillby was in the market, looking at produce and buying various foods he would need for the bar. As he walked around however, he noticed the dark alleyway and this monster clutching her bag.
He approached slowly and called out gently, his arms still full of groceries. “Are you okay Miss? You seem distressed”
"OH!"
She jumped a bit upon hearing his voice, protectively holding her bag as she looked over with wide eyes. She let out her breath upon seeing him.
"Forgive my reaction, I thought you may have been someone else."
She apologized, shifting awkward.
"To answer your question, I have been in better situations." Her voice was hush and timid. As if she easy worried someone was listening.
He nodded his head gently and made a small laugh “Ah a feeling I’m all too familiar with”
“Is there a reason you’re speaking so softly? Are you trying to hide from someone?” He whispered to her, leaning over a little so that she could hopefully hear
She nods to his question, letting out a sigh. She was hiding from far more than she cared to think about.
"That I am sir."
She whispered, stepping out a bit so she was closer. She could feel the heat radiating off of his flaming body, causing her to shutter at a chill she never realized she had.
"I am currently trying to find a safe place to stay. I don't know how long I will be around. Do you know of any such place? I'm afraid I know very little of this area."
Upon hearing this he nodded his head in understanding. He gestured his head back and whispered back “Follow me, and keep close. I have a place you can stay.” He stepped back toward marketplace.
Kalama hesitated for a moment before taking a breath and stepping back into the market area. She followed close behind him, keeping quiet, nervously looking to make sure they weren't being followed.
"May I be so bold to ask for your name kind sir?"
She asked timidly, just loud enough for him to hear.
He looks back while picking his way through the crowds, opting for more crowded areas to give them more cover “My apologies, my name is Grillby, might I ask yours?”
Kalama smiled, following closely behind.
"My name is Kalama. Thank you for helping me Mr. Grillby. May I ask where we are going?"
She ask curiously.
He replied “I run a bar not too far from here and above that an inn. There aren’t many rooms but I’m sure you could have one of the spare ones.”
“I know what it’s like to be on the run. But you’ll be safe there I promise” As he dipped and darted through the crowd they eventually arrive to a very tall building on the corner of a street.
She suddenly seemed excited, quickly moving so she could look up at him as they walked.
"An Inn?! I've never been to an Inn before. I can't wait to see it! Do people sing and dance there? What kind of food do you serve. How often do people get drunk?"
She bubbled out in excitement, nearly tripping over herself. Quickly, she gathered herself and blushes sheepishly, realizing how she was acting.
"My apologies. I shouldn't have acted that way. Thank you allowing me to have a safe place to stay."
He was hit with all these questions all at once and he had to take a moment to respond. He had never seen anyone get so excited at the idea of an inn. “W-Well uh... People don’t often sing and dance here so much, there are a few nights where a couple bands come in and play music, our main dish is burgers and fries but recently I’ve been expanding into other dishes like curries pasta and salads. People come here to get drunk... quite a bit, but they’re usually quite sensible when they do”
“You’re fine! I’ve just never heard anyone being excited to stay at a bar and inn before”
The Runaway -Open RP-
The market was a bustle of activity. Shop keepers were talking or shouting advertising, customers buying what ever they need. The market was filled with aromas of food, baked goods and the warm morning air. A large cart was pushing through being pulled by an old mule.
However, the back cart had a fabric tarp started to lift and a young monster woman poked his head out. She seemed nervous and almost frightened. Her head disappeared again before a bag was tossed out of the cart and she jumped out. Quickly, she grabbed the bag and dashed into a dark alley.
Clutching her bag, she hid away as she closed her eyes, looking panicked.
"I can't do this. I should go back. NO! I can't go back, remember why you are here... oh god what if they come for me?!"
She was on the verge of tears, lightly trembling and mildly hyperventilating.
Grillby was in the market, looking at produce and buying various foods he would need for the bar. As he walked around however, he noticed the dark alleyway and this monster clutching her bag.
He approached slowly and called out gently, his arms still full of groceries. “Are you okay Miss? You seem distressed”
"OH!"
She jumped a bit upon hearing his voice, protectively holding her bag as she looked over with wide eyes. She let out her breath upon seeing him.
"Forgive my reaction, I thought you may have been someone else."
She apologized, shifting awkward.
"To answer your question, I have been in better situations." Her voice was hush and timid. As if she easy worried someone was listening.
He nodded his head gently and made a small laugh “Ah a feeling I’m all too familiar with”
“Is there a reason you’re speaking so softly? Are you trying to hide from someone?” He whispered to her, leaning over a little so that she could hopefully hear
She nods to his question, letting out a sigh. She was hiding from far more than she cared to think about.
"That I am sir."
She whispered, stepping out a bit so she was closer. She could feel the heat radiating off of his flaming body, causing her to shutter at a chill she never realized she had.
"I am currently trying to find a safe place to stay. I don't know how long I will be around. Do you know of any such place? I'm afraid I know very little of this area."
Upon hearing this he nodded his head in understanding. He gestured his head back and whispered back “Follow me, and keep close. I have a place you can stay.” He stepped back toward marketplace.
Kalama hesitated for a moment before taking a breath and stepping back into the market area. She followed close behind him, keeping quiet, nervously looking to make sure they weren't being followed.
"May I be so bold to ask for your name kind sir?"
She asked timidly, just loud enough for him to hear.
He looks back while picking his way through the crowds, opting for more crowded areas to give them more cover “My apologies, my name is Grillby, might I ask yours?”
Kalama smiled, following closely behind.
"My name is Kalama. Thank you for helping me Mr. Grillby. May I ask where we are going?"
She ask curiously.
He replied “I run a bar not too far from here and above that an inn. There aren’t many rooms but I’m sure you could have one of the spare ones.”
“I know what it’s like to be on the run. But you’ll be safe there I promise” As he dipped and darted through the crowd they eventually arrive to a very tall building on the corner of a street.
Hello, I noticed that you RP and I was wondering if you do DM RPs?
Sure! Why the heck not?
The Runaway -Open RP-
The market was a bustle of activity. Shop keepers were talking or shouting advertising, customers buying what ever they need. The market was filled with aromas of food, baked goods and the warm morning air. A large cart was pushing through being pulled by an old mule.
However, the back cart had a fabric tarp started to lift and a young monster woman poked his head out. She seemed nervous and almost frightened. Her head disappeared again before a bag was tossed out of the cart and she jumped out. Quickly, she grabbed the bag and dashed into a dark alley.
Clutching her bag, she hid away as she closed her eyes, looking panicked.
"I can't do this. I should go back. NO! I can't go back, remember why you are here... oh god what if they come for me?!"
She was on the verge of tears, lightly trembling and mildly hyperventilating.
Grillby was in the market, looking at produce and buying various foods he would need for the bar. As he walked around however, he noticed the dark alleyway and this monster clutching her bag.
He approached slowly and called out gently, his arms still full of groceries. “Are you okay Miss? You seem distressed”
"OH!"
She jumped a bit upon hearing his voice, protectively holding her bag as she looked over with wide eyes. She let out her breath upon seeing him.
"Forgive my reaction, I thought you may have been someone else."
She apologized, shifting awkward.
"To answer your question, I have been in better situations." Her voice was hush and timid. As if she easy worried someone was listening.
He nodded his head gently and made a small laugh “Ah a feeling I’m all too familiar with”
“Is there a reason you’re speaking so softly? Are you trying to hide from someone?” He whispered to her, leaning over a little so that she could hopefully hear
She nods to his question, letting out a sigh. She was hiding from far more than she cared to think about.
"That I am sir."
She whispered, stepping out a bit so she was closer. She could feel the heat radiating off of his flaming body, causing her to shutter at a chill she never realized she had.
"I am currently trying to find a safe place to stay. I don't know how long I will be around. Do you know of any such place? I'm afraid I know very little of this area."
Upon hearing this he nodded his head in understanding. He gestured his head back and whispered back “Follow me, and keep close. I have a place you can stay.” He stepped back toward marketplace.
Kalama hesitated for a moment before taking a breath and stepping back into the market area. She followed close behind him, keeping quiet, nervously looking to make sure they weren't being followed.
"May I be so bold to ask for your name kind sir?"
She asked timidly, just loud enough for him to hear.
He looks back while picking his way through the crowds, opting for more crowded areas to give them more cover “My apologies, my name is Grillby, might I ask yours?”
The Runaway -Open RP-
The market was a bustle of activity. Shop keepers were talking or shouting advertising, customers buying what ever they need. The market was filled with aromas of food, baked goods and the warm morning air. A large cart was pushing through being pulled by an old mule.
However, the back cart had a fabric tarp started to lift and a young monster woman poked his head out. She seemed nervous and almost frightened. Her head disappeared again before a bag was tossed out of the cart and she jumped out. Quickly, she grabbed the bag and dashed into a dark alley.
Clutching her bag, she hid away as she closed her eyes, looking panicked.
"I can't do this. I should go back. NO! I can't go back, remember why you are here... oh god what if they come for me?!"
She was on the verge of tears, lightly trembling and mildly hyperventilating.
Grillby was in the market, looking at produce and buying various foods he would need for the bar. As he walked around however, he noticed the dark alleyway and this monster clutching her bag.
He approached slowly and called out gently, his arms still full of groceries. “Are you okay Miss? You seem distressed”
"OH!"
She jumped a bit upon hearing his voice, protectively holding her bag as she looked over with wide eyes. She let out her breath upon seeing him.
"Forgive my reaction, I thought you may have been someone else."
She apologized, shifting awkward.
"To answer your question, I have been in better situations." Her voice was hush and timid. As if she easy worried someone was listening.
He nodded his head gently and made a small laugh “Ah a feeling I’m all too familiar with”
“Is there a reason you’re speaking so softly? Are you trying to hide from someone?” He whispered to her, leaning over a little so that she could hopefully hear
She nods to his question, letting out a sigh. She was hiding from far more than she cared to think about.
"That I am sir."
She whispered, stepping out a bit so she was closer. She could feel the heat radiating off of his flaming body, causing her to shutter at a chill she never realized she had.
"I am currently trying to find a safe place to stay. I don't know how long I will be around. Do you know of any such place? I'm afraid I know very little of this area."
Upon hearing this he nodded his head in understanding. He gestured his head back and whispered back “Follow me, and keep close. I have a place you can stay.” He stepped back toward marketplace.
The Runaway -Open RP-
The market was a bustle of activity. Shop keepers were talking or shouting advertising, customers buying what ever they need. The market was filled with aromas of food, baked goods and the warm morning air. A large cart was pushing through being pulled by an old mule.
However, the back cart had a fabric tarp started to lift and a young monster woman poked his head out. She seemed nervous and almost frightened. Her head disappeared again before a bag was tossed out of the cart and she jumped out. Quickly, she grabbed the bag and dashed into a dark alley.
Clutching her bag, she hid away as she closed her eyes, looking panicked.
"I can't do this. I should go back. NO! I can't go back, remember why you are here... oh god what if they come for me?!"
She was on the verge of tears, lightly trembling and mildly hyperventilating.
Grillby was in the market, looking at produce and buying various foods he would need for the bar. As he walked around however, he noticed the dark alleyway and this monster clutching her bag.
He approached slowly and called out gently, his arms still full of groceries. “Are you okay Miss? You seem distressed”
"OH!"
She jumped a bit upon hearing his voice, protectively holding her bag as she looked over with wide eyes. She let out her breath upon seeing him.
"Forgive my reaction, I thought you may have been someone else."
She apologized, shifting awkward.
"To answer your question, I have been in better situations." Her voice was hush and timid. As if she easy worried someone was listening.
He nodded his head gently and made a small laugh “Ah a feeling I’m all too familiar with”
“Is there a reason you’re speaking so softly? Are you trying to hide from someone?” He whispered to her, leaning over a little so that she could hopefully hear
The Runaway -Open RP-
The market was a bustle of activity. Shop keepers were talking or shouting advertising, customers buying what ever they need. The market was filled with aromas of food, baked goods and the warm morning air. A large cart was pushing through being pulled by an old mule.
However, the back cart had a fabric tarp started to lift and a young monster woman poked his head out. She seemed nervous and almost frightened. Her head disappeared again before a bag was tossed out of the cart and she jumped out. Quickly, she grabbed the bag and dashed into a dark alley.
Clutching her bag, she hid away as she closed her eyes, looking panicked.
"I can't do this. I should go back. NO! I can't go back, remember why you are here... oh god what if they come for me?!"
She was on the verge of tears, lightly trembling and mildly hyperventilating.
Grillby was in the market, looking at produce and buying various foods he would need for the bar. As he walked around however, he noticed the dark alleyway and this monster clutching her bag.
He approached slowly and called out gently, his arms still full of groceries. “Are you okay Miss? You seem distressed”
Best lil’ meower! (via marleymalin)
i was trying to compress this gif to make it a discord emoji but. this happened
dance fucker dance
dawn dimmadome? wife of doug dimmadome, owner of the dimmsdale dimmadome?
actually she took the dimmadome in the dimmadivorce
it’s dimmadilemma
Hi Dimma Dilemma here
Doug: Hello, SuS! Timmy Turner, my name is Doug S'daledimmadaledimmadimmsdomedodidonedimmsdimmadimmadome, owner of the Dougdimmsdimmadaledimmadimmsdomedodidimmadimmsdaledimmadimmsdale Dimmadome. Thank you for locating my long lost son, Dale Dougmadomedimmsmadomedimmadomedimmsdaledodimmadomedougdimmsdimmadome, heir to the Dimmsmadomedimmsdomedimmadaledaledimmadodougdimmadodimmsdomedaledome fortune. If there’s anything I could ever do to repay you for your kindness, all you need to do is ask.
Timmy: Doug Dimmadome, the owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome?!
Doug: Not right.
Timmy: Not right?
Doug: That’s right, Doug Dougmadomedimmadimmadomedimmsdaledomedaledimmsdodimmadougdodimmadomedimmadomedimmadome, owner of the Dimmadomedimmsdaledimmadomedougdaledomedimmsdimmadododougdimmsdaledomedimmdimmsdale Dimmadimmadimmadimmadimmadimmadome.
Timmy: The same Doug Dimmadome, the owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome where they’re showing Crash Nebula?!
Doug: On ice? Timmy: Yeah! Doug: Not right.
Timmy: Not right?
Doug: Timmy Turner, my name is Dimmy Dimmadodimmadome, owner of the D̷̡̫͚͖͆̐̈́̑͂̈͝d̶̖̝̋̋̇̑̉d̷̢̲̱͐̍͗̅i̷̬̹̙͖̝͒̐͜ȉ̵̧͉̗̖̰́̉͜í̵̙̬͐̒́̌͠ĩ̷͓͚̯ị̶̝͔͇̠̈́̑̔̔̅͛͜͠i̵̬̰͗͛̔ͅį̸̞͎̠͍̱͈͛̚ỉ̶̜͗̂͊̉́̕i̸̡̯̩̼̻͖̻̿̾͂̒ǐ̷̡͈̞̄̃̋̂̔ĩ̴̬̥́͘ḯ̶̳̫̣͙͎̈́̆i̸͖̙͔̘͊͐̀̕-̸͓̟̙̘̿͊̑̚
Timmy: Then you can get me three tickets to s-
Doug: Not right.
i can’t believe you managed to write what a youtube poop feels like
area 51 memes anyone
Finished my MC Project
This is the finished Dragonfall Island
Reblogs are always appreciated!
Holy crap my dude