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@morte-allard
outta all the guys shes gonna cheat on me with it had to be a dude with a B cup.
"And of all the demons she could have been betrothed to, she has the misfortune of being stuck with one that looks and smells like a drowned rat. Morte Allard, I presume?"
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"Comin from the giant among smurfs himself. Did ya maybe cut yourself while shaving that nasty beard off, old man?" Morte scoffed while large arms folded across his chest. "The one an' only.—And your name is, milk bone?"
lair lair mortes pants are on fire
If Mortes pants are on fire, does that mean that he’ll take them off?
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Kinky little shit aren't ya?
✧❤✧~ ραℓραтє ѕυ¢¢υвυѕ ~
"…"
Oh? Well this was new behavior.
Did it hurt him to actually compliment her?
”…did…did you just call me…er say..that I look nice?”
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"Yeah. You really do." Morte said with a smile. "Your ass looks smaller in that dress." We really don't know why you doubt him, Jay. He really is a nice guy once you get through his rough layers.
✧❤✧~ ραℓραтє ѕυ¢¢υвυѕ ~
"…"
The succubus slowly turned her head to eye the other with a look of…disgust? Or was that annoyance?
Probably both.
"…Morte…what do you want?"
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"You uh. ."Morte paused momentarily before resuming. "You look nice today."
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"Jay. ."
Playboy © 2014 Connie Garcia
Shrek
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What about Clyde's dad?
You could land a plain on that nose. Holy fuck.
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"All the better to smell you stupid shits with, asshole."
Have you ever even had a girlfriend dude?
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I invented the term cunt destroyer
Official Chapter Art - Jessica Pierce
Colored
Previous sketch
Juandalynn Castillo and Morte Allard
A forced engagement.
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TEAM ALLARD - Morte Allard Appreciation Post
Morte Allard - mänïts rïġht händ män
A profile - I’ve decided to give kind of a ‘behind the scenes and characters’ look, by making long, and lengthy profiles to the characters. First will post Mortes, because well…he’s the one character we all seem to know so little about. Even though none of the characters have had too much revealed about them yet at all.
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"Hey Morte. Ever think of getting a tan?"
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"Because— I love being of so very pale."
"The fuck do you mean ‘get a tan’?! If I was any darker I’d be pitch black!"
✧❤✧~ “I SAID I’M SAHHH-…RRY…..MAKE IT STOP!”
It was too bad that Clyde wasn’t home. Or else…well…no…he’d probably sit on Clyde too.
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"Now that's more like it!" Morte said standing up; leaving her tired and partly mangled body on the couch, "See what happens when you're polite and not a complete pest? Good things! Like me not sitting on you."
"Hey Morte. Ever think of getting a tan?"
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"Because— I love being of so very pale."
"The fuck do you mean ‘get a tan’?! If I was any darker I’d be pitch black!"
✧❤✧~ “OK OK OK OK! I’M…I’M SORRY! REALLY! FOR REAL! PLEASE DON’T!”
And now Jays legs begin to kick wildly, almost hitting Mortes face.
"I DON-DON’T WANT TO DIE BY YOUR ASS!"
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"Oh? I'm not sure I heard you~" Morte jeered. You're gonna have to repeat that again. .ya know, with me bein' an old man and all I can barely hear!" wiggle wiggle wiggle goes the Alp atop her frame.
"Hey Morte. Ever think of getting a tan?"
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"Because— I love being of so very pale."
"The fuck do you mean ‘get a tan’?! If I was any darker I’d be pitch black!"
✧❤✧~ “HHHHHHHOHHH KAY!” Jay wheezed.
“SSSSSS…SSSSSSSSOO….SSSSOOOORRRRY…I’m…ssssorrry….you’re……f…FAT!”
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"You're no bean pole yourself, sweetie!" Que the alp clenching his mighty cheeks of demon flesh and shifting his body weight onto her back.
